Title: Lacuna
Author: Sita
Summary: Sequel to Multiformity. Everything seemed over, it seemed there'd be no more dimension hoping for any Buffy or Spike. But, what happens when 2002-Buffy and Spike NOW get sucked into 1998-Buffy and Spike's dimension? And who could possibly be behind this?
Spoilers: I guess it'd be post Multiformity since it kinda went AU from there.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: BTVS is owned by the almighty God named Joss Whedon. All characters used in this story are owned by him, ME, and UPN. Well, except Pyro, Asp and Katara of course, who belong to the one and only me.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first. Also don't forget to give me the credit!
Definition of title: Something that has been emitted or come out; a gap.
CHAPTER ONE
Pyro paced back and forth angrily. The grass curling and burning under the flaming fire balls he was pitching carelessly.
Though tied up and gagged, Asp still couldn't help from smiling. Pyro had done the spell wrong, and sent another Slayer to their dimension! How stupid could one be? Now, hopefully he wouldn't win against them both.
"What are you laughing about, bitch?" He roared, turning her way, his normally black eyes glowing red, as he pitched a fireball at her.
She dodged the flaming ball, her own eyes turning the same color as his in anger.
"If I had my powers you'd be good as dead." She hissed.
He smirked, "Well, well Asp. You don't seem to have your powers now, do you?" He walked towards her, his face mere inches from her own. "Like you could beat me anyway."
Brother and sister glared at each other, yet Pyro having the advantage.
He suddenly smirked an idea quickly forming in his twisted mind, "Drusilla!" He yelled. And, the dark-haired vampiress came running towards him, her long blood-stained dress flowing gently behind her.
"My dear," She stroked Pyro's face affectionately. "You're looking for the winged one." She smiled, her eyes shining insanely. "The winged one will come!" She smirked at Pyro.
"Katara." Pyro stated the name of the demon Drusilla was referring to. "Where is she?"
Drusilla smiled devilishly, her flipping her brown hair over her shoulders as she started to skip away. "She will come!"
And, while Asp listened she cringed. Katara was the reason she had been held captive by her brother in the first place.
****
The grass was wet and dewy, and 2002-Buffy groaned, picking her, now slimy, face off of it. And, she groaned in disgust, wiping the dew off of her face as she glanced to her right.
Spike was out cold beside her, only he was on his back, right leg curled around his left in a awkward position.
"Spike," She whispered, shaking him. "Spike! Get up!"
The vampire groaned, putting his hand over his eyes, "A few more minutes." He mumbled, rolling over.
"SPIKE!" She screamed this time, making him bolt upright.
"What the bloody-" He looked over to his right and towards Buffy. "-hell?"
"You know, I'd be asking you the same question, only without the 'bloody' part." She made a face. "Which, by the way, IS pretty disgusting."
"Um, Buffy?" He looked up suddenly, his eyes wide.
"What?" Her gaze followed his own and her eyes grew wide, mimicking his own.
****
She dodged a quick punch, ducking as the vampire's fist slammed into the wall beside her. And, she smirked, her left leg flying out to trip the beast. As he fell to the ground. He pulled her down with him as he fell, landing on top of him, in a straddling position.
1998-Buffy squirmed on top of him, and the vampire smirked under her.
"Keep doing that, it feels good."
She raised an eyebrow, "Why should I? You're an EVIL EVIL vampire!" She lowered her mouth close to his, her breath caressing his lips.
1998-Spike smirked, "Yeah," He agreed with her statement. "I might be evil, but I am bloody well sexy as hell."
She smirked back, her tongue flicking out to take his bottom lip into her mouth. Immediately, he kissed her back hungrily, his eyes closing as he savored the feel of her warm tongue in his cold mouth.
Yet, suddenly she pulled away, causing him to pout. "What was that for?"
"I have to get back, remember?" She pointed to her watch. "I told you about the meeting we're having tonight." She dipped her head down to his, quickly nipping at his lower lip before standing up. "We'll finish this later, okay?"
He pouted, "Can't we do this quickly?"
"Spike," She looked down at him, laying on the floor. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned and he was panting, she guessed out of habit. And, his arousal was evident, as was the smirk firmly plastered on his handsome face. She shook her head. Giles would KILL her if she was late. "I have to go or else you'll be dating a corpse soon."
He smirked, "You date one."
"Shut up." She rolled her eyes. "I'll be back later, I promise."
"You blood-" They both turned their heads as the door to Spike's crypt flew open, revealing her one and only Watcher. And, Buffy was sure glad it looked like she had just been fighting the bleached-blonde.
"I see you've found him first." Giles glared at the vampire, stake poised, ready to attack.
****
"Why the HELL is the old Sunnydale High here?" 2002-Buffy asked, turning her eyes to look at Spike. Yet, he looked just as baffled as she.
"You know, I'd bloody well be asking you the same question." He looked over at his girlfriend, just as a younger looking Xander came running out of the school, closely followed by Cordelia.
"You found him!" Xander pointed at Spike. "Giles just went out to look for him, but at least you found him first." He quickly handed her a stake a Buffy looked down at it, then quickly up at Xander.
"Do you think...?" She looked over at Spike.
"I think," He looked back at her, eyes worried.
TBC....
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Author: Sita
Summary: Sequel to Multiformity. Everything seemed over, it seemed there'd be no more dimension hoping for any Buffy or Spike. But, what happens when 2002-Buffy and Spike NOW get sucked into 1998-Buffy and Spike's dimension? And who could possibly be behind this?
Spoilers: I guess it'd be post Multiformity since it kinda went AU from there.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: BTVS is owned by the almighty God named Joss Whedon. All characters used in this story are owned by him, ME, and UPN. Well, except Pyro, Asp and Katara of course, who belong to the one and only me.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first. Also don't forget to give me the credit!
Definition of title: Something that has been emitted or come out; a gap.
CHAPTER ONE
Pyro paced back and forth angrily. The grass curling and burning under the flaming fire balls he was pitching carelessly.
Though tied up and gagged, Asp still couldn't help from smiling. Pyro had done the spell wrong, and sent another Slayer to their dimension! How stupid could one be? Now, hopefully he wouldn't win against them both.
"What are you laughing about, bitch?" He roared, turning her way, his normally black eyes glowing red, as he pitched a fireball at her.
She dodged the flaming ball, her own eyes turning the same color as his in anger.
"If I had my powers you'd be good as dead." She hissed.
He smirked, "Well, well Asp. You don't seem to have your powers now, do you?" He walked towards her, his face mere inches from her own. "Like you could beat me anyway."
Brother and sister glared at each other, yet Pyro having the advantage.
He suddenly smirked an idea quickly forming in his twisted mind, "Drusilla!" He yelled. And, the dark-haired vampiress came running towards him, her long blood-stained dress flowing gently behind her.
"My dear," She stroked Pyro's face affectionately. "You're looking for the winged one." She smiled, her eyes shining insanely. "The winged one will come!" She smirked at Pyro.
"Katara." Pyro stated the name of the demon Drusilla was referring to. "Where is she?"
Drusilla smiled devilishly, her flipping her brown hair over her shoulders as she started to skip away. "She will come!"
And, while Asp listened she cringed. Katara was the reason she had been held captive by her brother in the first place.
****
The grass was wet and dewy, and 2002-Buffy groaned, picking her, now slimy, face off of it. And, she groaned in disgust, wiping the dew off of her face as she glanced to her right.
Spike was out cold beside her, only he was on his back, right leg curled around his left in a awkward position.
"Spike," She whispered, shaking him. "Spike! Get up!"
The vampire groaned, putting his hand over his eyes, "A few more minutes." He mumbled, rolling over.
"SPIKE!" She screamed this time, making him bolt upright.
"What the bloody-" He looked over to his right and towards Buffy. "-hell?"
"You know, I'd be asking you the same question, only without the 'bloody' part." She made a face. "Which, by the way, IS pretty disgusting."
"Um, Buffy?" He looked up suddenly, his eyes wide.
"What?" Her gaze followed his own and her eyes grew wide, mimicking his own.
****
She dodged a quick punch, ducking as the vampire's fist slammed into the wall beside her. And, she smirked, her left leg flying out to trip the beast. As he fell to the ground. He pulled her down with him as he fell, landing on top of him, in a straddling position.
1998-Buffy squirmed on top of him, and the vampire smirked under her.
"Keep doing that, it feels good."
She raised an eyebrow, "Why should I? You're an EVIL EVIL vampire!" She lowered her mouth close to his, her breath caressing his lips.
1998-Spike smirked, "Yeah," He agreed with her statement. "I might be evil, but I am bloody well sexy as hell."
She smirked back, her tongue flicking out to take his bottom lip into her mouth. Immediately, he kissed her back hungrily, his eyes closing as he savored the feel of her warm tongue in his cold mouth.
Yet, suddenly she pulled away, causing him to pout. "What was that for?"
"I have to get back, remember?" She pointed to her watch. "I told you about the meeting we're having tonight." She dipped her head down to his, quickly nipping at his lower lip before standing up. "We'll finish this later, okay?"
He pouted, "Can't we do this quickly?"
"Spike," She looked down at him, laying on the floor. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned and he was panting, she guessed out of habit. And, his arousal was evident, as was the smirk firmly plastered on his handsome face. She shook her head. Giles would KILL her if she was late. "I have to go or else you'll be dating a corpse soon."
He smirked, "You date one."
"Shut up." She rolled her eyes. "I'll be back later, I promise."
"You blood-" They both turned their heads as the door to Spike's crypt flew open, revealing her one and only Watcher. And, Buffy was sure glad it looked like she had just been fighting the bleached-blonde.
"I see you've found him first." Giles glared at the vampire, stake poised, ready to attack.
****
"Why the HELL is the old Sunnydale High here?" 2002-Buffy asked, turning her eyes to look at Spike. Yet, he looked just as baffled as she.
"You know, I'd bloody well be asking you the same question." He looked over at his girlfriend, just as a younger looking Xander came running out of the school, closely followed by Cordelia.
"You found him!" Xander pointed at Spike. "Giles just went out to look for him, but at least you found him first." He quickly handed her a stake a Buffy looked down at it, then quickly up at Xander.
"Do you think...?" She looked over at Spike.
"I think," He looked back at her, eyes worried.
TBC....
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