AN: Hey! Sorry it's taken me a while to update the story, lots of school
work. Parabolas in math are really fun! Well, anyways, thanks again to
those who review, and Jen I am so sorry about confusing you! I can't
believe I did that, I am so strange! Oh, and if anyone who has seen the new
Buffy episode on Tuesday can explain why Spike can bite people PLEASE TELL
ME!!! I hope Buffy and him get together! I will be so crushed if they don't
get back together. I've heard that the "first evil" is supposed to be
coming to town. Also Faith is in a few episodes and The Master appears in a
beginning and end episode in season seven. So be prepared! If anyone wants
a Buffy pen pal or just a pen pal, tell me in a review and I'll email as
soon as I can. Sit back relax and read my story!
Part 5
Buffy had planned for the ride to New York to take at least ten to twelve hours. She was so excited. On the way, the scenes were so beautiful. The sunsets and sunrises were amazing, and being able to share them all with him. They had grown so close in the past couple of days. They had become apart of each others lives. They built memories and good times to look back on. They were so happy and yet unprepared for what was going to rip them apart when they got to New York.
********* They had only been on the road for a little while, chatting here and there. If you didn't know them it would seem like they were in love and had known each other for their entire lives. The part about their entire lives is way off, but for the love, they would find out soon enough. Buffy hadn't been up to the city in the longest time. It had been almost a year. She would have to totally restock the apartment with food and have a major cleaning day when they got there. But besides that, she was really looking forward to spending some more quality time with Spike. And try to help him remember his life before they met.
"So, can I psycho analyze you?" Spike asked her out of the blue.
"Huh?"
"Psycho analyze. I ask you a bunch of questions and I predict what's wrong with you. Not that there is anything wrong with you."
"Umm, sure I guess so" Buffy said.
"Favorite food?"
"Lasagna, pizza, seafood, must I go on?"
"Favorite book?"
"Oh, that's too hard. Ask another one."
"Favorite place to read?"
"In a moving car, wrapped in a blanket on my bed, or out in the sun on the porch."
"Special mental place?"
"Good question! I'm at a beach at night. The water is a deep blue with slight waves. There is a full moon and it is casting a pearly white light all over everything. I can smell the flowers and the salt in the slight breeze. It the greatest place in the world. When ever I want to see someone I can't be with face to face, I just go there."
"Favorite color"
"All but pink. It's too . . . pink."
"Favorite memory?"
"The other night when we slept on the couch." As Buffy said her cheeks turned bright red.
They both went silent for a few minutes.
"So. What's your prognosis?"
"I don't know. Give me a few days and I'll let you know." He said smiling.
"Very funny!"
They sat there in the car in silence for a while only having small conversations. After they ate lunch Buffy gave Spike the directions and address of the apartment. While Spike drove (and don't ask how he can drive with out a license, it just fits the plot) Buffy was fast asleep in the passenger seat. He kept glancing at her every once in a while, watching her sleep. She kept so still, it seemed as if time had stopped for her. It looked as if she had stopped breathing. She ended up sleeping for three hours. They got to the apartment even before she woke up. Spike just picked her up and walked to the apartment. When he got inside, it was musty and the air was stale. He placed her on the bed in the bedroom and opened some windows. He brought all of their bags into the apartment and began to explore the place. There were a few rooms. The bedroom where Spike put Buffy down was done in a very modern design. It was done in black and white. The bed spread was a black and white wave stripped design. The rug was black with tall white walls. The curtains were a mix of blacks and white. And the furniture was all painted grey. It was quite interesting. The bathroom wasn't too big or too small. The ceiling was a pale blue with clouds painted on it. It was all done up it whites and blues and golds. The living room was also done in a more modern fashion but it had more color. It was done in purples and blues. With a wine colored rug and a deep blue couch. The walls were painted a pale shade of lavender. Spike came to a rather large room. All that was in the room were photos of people and places. It looked like a mini museum. One picture he could tell was of Buffy, Willow and Xander. They had taken photos of themselves from when they were little and digitally altered them so it looked like they had posed for the picture. As he moved on he found pictures of Paris and Italy and Greece. He guessed that most of the people in the pictures were of her family and friends. The he came to this frame and he couldn't stop looking at it. He was captivated by it. He felt connected to it somehow, like he had seen it before. It was a simple painting of a deep red heart that had large black wings edged in glitter. The background was painted a light blue. He took the picture off the wall and turned it over. He was trying to find the name of the artist. The artist's name was Leona Winston. His body felt like it was on fire and his heart was beating faster and faster. He put the picture back on the wall. He began to back away from it like it was trying to hurt him. He was startled when he backed into the wall. When he turned to leave he jumped. He hadn't notice Buffy standing there watching him.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." Buffy said apologetically.
"That's ok. I was just taking a tour of the place. You know get to know it a little bit."
"I saw you looking at that painting on that wall over there." She said pausing for a moment. "I found it in this art studio and I just had to buy it. Like it was connected to me some how."
"I don't know what it is about it. It's just so-"He couldn't find the word. "over - whelming."
"Yeah. I know what you mean."
Spike grabbed Buffy's hand and pulled her into the living room. He just stood there staring into her eyes like it was the last time he would ever see her. And then he kissed her with all of the passion he had for her. All of his love and compassion went into the kiss. Half of his body was on fire because of the love he felt for her. The other half of him was telling him that something was wrong. He didn't want to let this go, the greatest feeling. He began to remember this saying he had hear somewhere. "The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love, and to be loved in return". He had his soul mate. His missing link to life and happiness. She was meant for him and him her. They just had to get through obstacle of learning you true selves and trusting your gut instinct.
* Hope to get the next chapter out real soon. I went to the doctor the other day and found out that I have a virus and I have had a fever for the past three or four days. And they are not putting me on antibiotics! HELLO I'm SICK!! Lol well lots of Advil and Dayquil shall help me feel better. So, wish me luck on my journey to good health! Oh! AND LEAVE A REVIEW!!!!!
Part 5
Buffy had planned for the ride to New York to take at least ten to twelve hours. She was so excited. On the way, the scenes were so beautiful. The sunsets and sunrises were amazing, and being able to share them all with him. They had grown so close in the past couple of days. They had become apart of each others lives. They built memories and good times to look back on. They were so happy and yet unprepared for what was going to rip them apart when they got to New York.
********* They had only been on the road for a little while, chatting here and there. If you didn't know them it would seem like they were in love and had known each other for their entire lives. The part about their entire lives is way off, but for the love, they would find out soon enough. Buffy hadn't been up to the city in the longest time. It had been almost a year. She would have to totally restock the apartment with food and have a major cleaning day when they got there. But besides that, she was really looking forward to spending some more quality time with Spike. And try to help him remember his life before they met.
"So, can I psycho analyze you?" Spike asked her out of the blue.
"Huh?"
"Psycho analyze. I ask you a bunch of questions and I predict what's wrong with you. Not that there is anything wrong with you."
"Umm, sure I guess so" Buffy said.
"Favorite food?"
"Lasagna, pizza, seafood, must I go on?"
"Favorite book?"
"Oh, that's too hard. Ask another one."
"Favorite place to read?"
"In a moving car, wrapped in a blanket on my bed, or out in the sun on the porch."
"Special mental place?"
"Good question! I'm at a beach at night. The water is a deep blue with slight waves. There is a full moon and it is casting a pearly white light all over everything. I can smell the flowers and the salt in the slight breeze. It the greatest place in the world. When ever I want to see someone I can't be with face to face, I just go there."
"Favorite color"
"All but pink. It's too . . . pink."
"Favorite memory?"
"The other night when we slept on the couch." As Buffy said her cheeks turned bright red.
They both went silent for a few minutes.
"So. What's your prognosis?"
"I don't know. Give me a few days and I'll let you know." He said smiling.
"Very funny!"
They sat there in the car in silence for a while only having small conversations. After they ate lunch Buffy gave Spike the directions and address of the apartment. While Spike drove (and don't ask how he can drive with out a license, it just fits the plot) Buffy was fast asleep in the passenger seat. He kept glancing at her every once in a while, watching her sleep. She kept so still, it seemed as if time had stopped for her. It looked as if she had stopped breathing. She ended up sleeping for three hours. They got to the apartment even before she woke up. Spike just picked her up and walked to the apartment. When he got inside, it was musty and the air was stale. He placed her on the bed in the bedroom and opened some windows. He brought all of their bags into the apartment and began to explore the place. There were a few rooms. The bedroom where Spike put Buffy down was done in a very modern design. It was done in black and white. The bed spread was a black and white wave stripped design. The rug was black with tall white walls. The curtains were a mix of blacks and white. And the furniture was all painted grey. It was quite interesting. The bathroom wasn't too big or too small. The ceiling was a pale blue with clouds painted on it. It was all done up it whites and blues and golds. The living room was also done in a more modern fashion but it had more color. It was done in purples and blues. With a wine colored rug and a deep blue couch. The walls were painted a pale shade of lavender. Spike came to a rather large room. All that was in the room were photos of people and places. It looked like a mini museum. One picture he could tell was of Buffy, Willow and Xander. They had taken photos of themselves from when they were little and digitally altered them so it looked like they had posed for the picture. As he moved on he found pictures of Paris and Italy and Greece. He guessed that most of the people in the pictures were of her family and friends. The he came to this frame and he couldn't stop looking at it. He was captivated by it. He felt connected to it somehow, like he had seen it before. It was a simple painting of a deep red heart that had large black wings edged in glitter. The background was painted a light blue. He took the picture off the wall and turned it over. He was trying to find the name of the artist. The artist's name was Leona Winston. His body felt like it was on fire and his heart was beating faster and faster. He put the picture back on the wall. He began to back away from it like it was trying to hurt him. He was startled when he backed into the wall. When he turned to leave he jumped. He hadn't notice Buffy standing there watching him.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." Buffy said apologetically.
"That's ok. I was just taking a tour of the place. You know get to know it a little bit."
"I saw you looking at that painting on that wall over there." She said pausing for a moment. "I found it in this art studio and I just had to buy it. Like it was connected to me some how."
"I don't know what it is about it. It's just so-"He couldn't find the word. "over - whelming."
"Yeah. I know what you mean."
Spike grabbed Buffy's hand and pulled her into the living room. He just stood there staring into her eyes like it was the last time he would ever see her. And then he kissed her with all of the passion he had for her. All of his love and compassion went into the kiss. Half of his body was on fire because of the love he felt for her. The other half of him was telling him that something was wrong. He didn't want to let this go, the greatest feeling. He began to remember this saying he had hear somewhere. "The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love, and to be loved in return". He had his soul mate. His missing link to life and happiness. She was meant for him and him her. They just had to get through obstacle of learning you true selves and trusting your gut instinct.
* Hope to get the next chapter out real soon. I went to the doctor the other day and found out that I have a virus and I have had a fever for the past three or four days. And they are not putting me on antibiotics! HELLO I'm SICK!! Lol well lots of Advil and Dayquil shall help me feel better. So, wish me luck on my journey to good health! Oh! AND LEAVE A REVIEW!!!!!