AN: I'll post another chapter by Saturday. It's a promise y'all.
I'd like to thank all my readers and reviewers for there support on this story.
Anyways, on with the story:
Chapter….X (forgot what number it is)
Angry voices.
What is Rei angry about now? Can't she see that it's way too early to be upset about anything?
Before being able to block all thoughts and return to her blissful slumber, one came to mind: Mamaru. Her eyes opened suddenly, but all she encountered was darkness. Starting to panic, her ears caught a familiar voice; crawling towards it, she grasped his arm, tugging it slightly. As he turned around, she looked up at him with relief written all over her face. He moved closer to her, and hugged her reassuringly. At his movement, she closed her eyes contently, yet her reverie was short lived as a sharp though distinctly feminine voice broke through her thoughts. When she saw whom it was that spoke, her body stiffened wildly and she found it hard to breathe.
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Whispering to Buffy to get her to calm down, she almost missed seeing a small hand reach out from the bed towards Spike. Willow stood there in shocked silence as her saw his affectionate display towards what looked like a beautiful teenaged girl. Her brilliant blue eyes, which conveyed laughter and warmth was suddenly replaced with what looked like horror and panic; her disposition changed in the same manner as did her eyes. Willow looked around to she what it was that had frightened her so, but saw nothing. She then focused more in the direction that the girl was staring in: Buffy.
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"Spike, who is that?" Buffy asked him sharply.
She was taken aback at the reception she had been receiving from the moment that she'd stepped in the crypt. First, there's Spike, then there's his uncharacteristic anger, and now this. Who was that girl? And why is she so close to him? God, why don't they get a room, there are other people here. Her thoughts continued to run along that pattern until she finally realized what it was that she was thinking. One would think that I was jealous or something…which is not true, not at all. I'm not!
"Who is that and why is she looking at me like that?" she asked getting agitated by both the situation and her bizarre thoughts.
"Like I know," responded Spike, "She showed up but before I could reach her, she passed out, so I brought her here."
Buffy looked at him for a while, knowing that he was hiding something from her. She walked closer to him, momentarily forgetting about the girl in the bed. She stood next to him and looked him over. As she reached out to touch his arm, the girl pulled Spike away from her touch. Both Buffy and a surprised Spike looked at her and noticed anger building in her eyes.
"You already got my one and true love. Why do you insist on taking this one, who protected me as well?"
AN: first off, I would like to apologize for the unfortunate delay in the advancement of this story. Family issues have arisen that cannot be overlooked. Thank you for your patience.