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and reviewing stories for friends. I'm updating as fast as I can. Lots of
stuff is going on right now. Thanks to those (msu) who continue to read and
review both of my stories! Hope you enjoy the chapter.
Recommendations: The Dream - spikeshonies4evah All stories by MSU And watch for the sequel to Crawling in the Dark by Winter And my other Fanfics! Part 6
Their first day in the city was great. Buffy herself hadn't been there in years and to Spike, well, all of it was somewhat new. They both enjoyed the cultural diffusion among the cities. Spike's favorite part was SoHo and Greenwhich Village. He loved the art museums of SoHo. He enjoyed watching the eccentric people of Greenwhich Village. Buffy's favorite was also Greenwich Village and the jewelry stores in the city. Neither of them were expecting the day to turn into total chaos. ***
"So, do you like your new clothes?" Buffy asked Spike.
"Most defiantly. I love the vintage t-shirts you bought me. I'll have to wear them all this week!" He said jokingly. He loved the old vintage clothing store that they had walked into earlier. It was awesome he loved it. He was like a kid in a candy shop.
They had left the apartment early that morning it was know 2:30 in the afternoon. They had been walking for a good hour when Buffy stopped and spoke.
"Hey! Look at that! That's where I bought that little picture you were looking at the other day! Let's go in. Come on." Buffy said dragging him into a two floor building.
The gallery was called Precious. The gallery was filled with art and pots and many hand made things.
Spike was mesmerized by all of the colors and light. He and Buffy were holding hands while walking around. He felt something and it wasn't a good feeling. He knew something was wrong he could feel it in the pit of his stomach.
He saw a woman behind the counter in the front of the store. He hid behind a shelf and pretended to be looking at whatever was there. He made sure the woman couldn't see him. He didn't know why, but he didn't want her to see him. It would ruin everything. He had no idea where these thoughts and feelings of fright and sadness were coming from. When he looked at her, he felt a sense of familiarity. He had the urge to go up to this woman and hug her and cry. He felt so confused and torn between this stranger and Buffy.
While spike was "looking", Buffy had somehow managed to get upstairs. "Crap" he thought to himself. He didn't want to be stuck down there by himself. As he began to sneak to the stairs, he tried to hide his face the best he could. When he got upstairs, he walked over to Buffy. She had felt him next to her and grabbed his hand. His hand was trembling and was ice cold.
"Hey, are you ok?" Buffy asked.
How was he supposed to answer the question if he didn't even know the answer?
"I don't know. I don't feel so great. You think we could go home for a while?" He said.
"OK"
When they got downstairs, they began to make their way to the front of the store.
The sight of the couple moving had caught the woman behind the counter's eye. When she saw the man she stopped breathing. She ran over and grabbed his arm.
"Wait!" She said to him.
She stood there staring at his face. Looking at it, questioning it, trying to find something.
Spike was in a panic. He had no idea what to do. The woman looked like she was about to cry.
Buffy was just standing there, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
The woman was now crying softly. She still had a pretty good grip on Spike's arm.
"William? Is it really you, Will?" The woman asked.
Recommendations: The Dream - spikeshonies4evah All stories by MSU And watch for the sequel to Crawling in the Dark by Winter And my other Fanfics! Part 6
Their first day in the city was great. Buffy herself hadn't been there in years and to Spike, well, all of it was somewhat new. They both enjoyed the cultural diffusion among the cities. Spike's favorite part was SoHo and Greenwhich Village. He loved the art museums of SoHo. He enjoyed watching the eccentric people of Greenwhich Village. Buffy's favorite was also Greenwich Village and the jewelry stores in the city. Neither of them were expecting the day to turn into total chaos. ***
"So, do you like your new clothes?" Buffy asked Spike.
"Most defiantly. I love the vintage t-shirts you bought me. I'll have to wear them all this week!" He said jokingly. He loved the old vintage clothing store that they had walked into earlier. It was awesome he loved it. He was like a kid in a candy shop.
They had left the apartment early that morning it was know 2:30 in the afternoon. They had been walking for a good hour when Buffy stopped and spoke.
"Hey! Look at that! That's where I bought that little picture you were looking at the other day! Let's go in. Come on." Buffy said dragging him into a two floor building.
The gallery was called Precious. The gallery was filled with art and pots and many hand made things.
Spike was mesmerized by all of the colors and light. He and Buffy were holding hands while walking around. He felt something and it wasn't a good feeling. He knew something was wrong he could feel it in the pit of his stomach.
He saw a woman behind the counter in the front of the store. He hid behind a shelf and pretended to be looking at whatever was there. He made sure the woman couldn't see him. He didn't know why, but he didn't want her to see him. It would ruin everything. He had no idea where these thoughts and feelings of fright and sadness were coming from. When he looked at her, he felt a sense of familiarity. He had the urge to go up to this woman and hug her and cry. He felt so confused and torn between this stranger and Buffy.
While spike was "looking", Buffy had somehow managed to get upstairs. "Crap" he thought to himself. He didn't want to be stuck down there by himself. As he began to sneak to the stairs, he tried to hide his face the best he could. When he got upstairs, he walked over to Buffy. She had felt him next to her and grabbed his hand. His hand was trembling and was ice cold.
"Hey, are you ok?" Buffy asked.
How was he supposed to answer the question if he didn't even know the answer?
"I don't know. I don't feel so great. You think we could go home for a while?" He said.
"OK"
When they got downstairs, they began to make their way to the front of the store.
The sight of the couple moving had caught the woman behind the counter's eye. When she saw the man she stopped breathing. She ran over and grabbed his arm.
"Wait!" She said to him.
She stood there staring at his face. Looking at it, questioning it, trying to find something.
Spike was in a panic. He had no idea what to do. The woman looked like she was about to cry.
Buffy was just standing there, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
The woman was now crying softly. She still had a pretty good grip on Spike's arm.
"William? Is it really you, Will?" The woman asked.