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.
AN: The prophecy/poem "Lost" that was in this chapter was written by my friend, Pyro. Except for the "take the route that leads behind part" which is my doing. LOL. So, NO STEALING!
AN: Lol. Whoever asked if I have a demon dictonary, NOPE, just a very vivid imagination! Thanx for all your wishes of betterness....I hope my 2nd illness (ugh) will go away soon!
CHAPTER FIVE
"My Spikey here's been sleeping with the Slayer." Drusilla's voice rang out in a sing-song type of manner, an evil grin growing on her face, as she tossed the now unconscious Spike at 1998-Buffy's feet.
And, if 1998-Buffy had thought a minute earlier, nothing could get worse than it already was, it just did. And she knew her face must of been a deep shade of crimson. But, despite that, she knelt down next to her lover, cradling his head in her lap, while checking his body for wounds.
"You assholes." 2002-Buffy suddenly spat, taking a step closer to the two demons who where now standing across the room from her.
"Uh-uh-uh." Pyro said teasingly, a grin lighting up his evil feature's as a flame erupted from his palm. He than looked over at the palm, his black eyes reflecting the fire in their depths. "I really wouldn't move FOREIGNER, unless you have a death wish." The way he had said foreign had sounded like he had just tasted something bitter. And, this made 2002-Buffy wonder:
Was it his fault she was in this dimension?
"I've come for my sister and the," If possible Pyro's eyes seemed to grow darker as he looked at Katara, and he spat out, "the betrayer"
"Please." A soft voice caused everyone to turn their heads towards the cage, where the blonde demon with black streaks running through her hair, had sat up. Her eye's looked eerily like Pyro's, and this made 2002-Buffy cringe. Yet, if possible, her eye's seemed softer, friendlier. "Please," She begged again. "Please don't make me go again. He killed our parents, and he wouldn't hesitate to kill me," She glanced to the unconscious girl at her side. "or Katara."
Making a quick decision, 2002-Buffy stalked across the room, pushing Drusilla out of the way as she went for Pyro, 2002-Spike right behind her.
In defense he shot a small flame at her, every member of the Scooby Gang ducking as it went past 2002-Buffy, and towards them.
"Pyro! Stop!" Asp cried from her cage." Please stop." Her voice was quiet, so sad, so full of tears and years of pain.
Pyro turned towards her, and for a second the younger Pyrokenisic thought she saw remorse in his eyes. But, the look was gone as soon as it came. Yet, the look passed so quick, she wasn't sure if she had seen it in the first place.
Pyro looked around the group, a devilish smile coming to his laps as he said, "I'll be back. And next time, I'll be more prepared."
And, just like that, he was gone, Drusilla on his heels. But, the vampiress paused mid-stride and she turned, her eyes fixated on 1998-Spike. And, she spoke softly, her voice nearly a whisper, "I'll be back my, Spike."
And nobody doubted the brunette vampiress' words.
Then the two were really gone. They only trace of them having been at the High School being the charcoal colored spot on the floor from the flame Pyro had thrown. Thankfully, he hadn't pitched the flame hard enough to burn a hole through the floor, though.
Once the demons were gone, everything seemed to become silent, save for the sound of none other than Giles cleaning his glasses.
2002-Buffy and Spike immediately rushed over to 1998-Buffy and Spike's sides, intending to see how bad 1998-Spike had been hurt.
Apparently, he hadn't been hurt too bad. The worst he had was a bruised and swollen rib. Yet, despite the fact he looked like he'd be okay, 1998-Buffy was shaking.
"Buff," Xander suddenly said, quietly. His attention focused on 1998-Buffy. "Have you been sleeping with Spike?"
The question seemed to hang in the air thickly, just as the question had rolled off Xander's tongue bitterly.
The silence was enough of an answer, and Xander turned away disgusted and surprised at the same time. Willow did nothing but sit there in shock, as Giles felt the need to clean his glasses yet again. And, as for Cordy, she didn't seem to care, only muttering "well he is hot." under her breath, and deciding Buffy just had a thing for vampires.
Asp, on the other hand, was still locked up in the cage, seated next to an unconscious Katara.
"C-can I cone out now?" This question startled 2002-Buffy, and she looked up from her place next to an unconscious 1998-Spike, and over to the almost frightened looking girl.
2002-Buffy sighed, looking over at the timid girl, "I still don't know whether we should trust you."
"You saw how I was with Pyro," Asp replied. "I hate him. He killed my parents and our oldest brother when he was an infant, only leaving the two of us. He-" She paused, sighing, cutting herself off. "It's a long story....But nevermind, that's not the point. I just. I don't want to hurt you. I want to help you."
2002-Buffy looked at the young girl, REALLY wanting to believe her. But, still not sure.
"I just have to be completely sure first." 2002-Buffy sighed. "Just give us time."
"I-I *have* been working on a prophecy recently." Giles spoke up from where he was standing, behind the library counter, his hands shaking from their earlier experiences, as he put his glasses on. "I think I've translated it well enough. It could have something to do with this uh-Pyro did you say it was?" Giles looked over at Asp. And, she nodded in response.
"A scream in pain
for those who break
'Til the mind
of dead awake
For the blind
and in their mess
In which to find
the child's bless
Destroy the one
who brings forth death
The blackened sun
with it's last breath
War brings loss
and peace brings war
To turn and toss
and ask for more
In the drought
of one's own kind
Take the route
that leads behind
In which to follow
'til the end
A mind that's hollow
that you must tend."
Giles finished reading the prophecy, and with a pause, he added, "I've been working on that since---about, err, Acathla."
"Well guess you've figured it out." Pyro stepped into the room, where he'd been just moments before, grinning. And, without a single thought he pitched a huge flaming ball at 2002-Buffy, hitting her square in the stomach.
"No!" 2002-Spike screamed, running towards his lover, as she fell to the floor, feeling for a pulse. And, with shaky words he gasped out, "Her hearts not beating."
TBC....
AN: Ooooh, left you at a EVVVVVVVVVVVIL place. But, that's just me. PLEASE REVIEW!
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.
AN: The prophecy/poem "Lost" that was in this chapter was written by my friend, Pyro. Except for the "take the route that leads behind part" which is my doing. LOL. So, NO STEALING!
AN: Lol. Whoever asked if I have a demon dictonary, NOPE, just a very vivid imagination! Thanx for all your wishes of betterness....I hope my 2nd illness (ugh) will go away soon!
CHAPTER FIVE
"My Spikey here's been sleeping with the Slayer." Drusilla's voice rang out in a sing-song type of manner, an evil grin growing on her face, as she tossed the now unconscious Spike at 1998-Buffy's feet.
And, if 1998-Buffy had thought a minute earlier, nothing could get worse than it already was, it just did. And she knew her face must of been a deep shade of crimson. But, despite that, she knelt down next to her lover, cradling his head in her lap, while checking his body for wounds.
"You assholes." 2002-Buffy suddenly spat, taking a step closer to the two demons who where now standing across the room from her.
"Uh-uh-uh." Pyro said teasingly, a grin lighting up his evil feature's as a flame erupted from his palm. He than looked over at the palm, his black eyes reflecting the fire in their depths. "I really wouldn't move FOREIGNER, unless you have a death wish." The way he had said foreign had sounded like he had just tasted something bitter. And, this made 2002-Buffy wonder:
Was it his fault she was in this dimension?
"I've come for my sister and the," If possible Pyro's eyes seemed to grow darker as he looked at Katara, and he spat out, "the betrayer"
"Please." A soft voice caused everyone to turn their heads towards the cage, where the blonde demon with black streaks running through her hair, had sat up. Her eye's looked eerily like Pyro's, and this made 2002-Buffy cringe. Yet, if possible, her eye's seemed softer, friendlier. "Please," She begged again. "Please don't make me go again. He killed our parents, and he wouldn't hesitate to kill me," She glanced to the unconscious girl at her side. "or Katara."
Making a quick decision, 2002-Buffy stalked across the room, pushing Drusilla out of the way as she went for Pyro, 2002-Spike right behind her.
In defense he shot a small flame at her, every member of the Scooby Gang ducking as it went past 2002-Buffy, and towards them.
"Pyro! Stop!" Asp cried from her cage." Please stop." Her voice was quiet, so sad, so full of tears and years of pain.
Pyro turned towards her, and for a second the younger Pyrokenisic thought she saw remorse in his eyes. But, the look was gone as soon as it came. Yet, the look passed so quick, she wasn't sure if she had seen it in the first place.
Pyro looked around the group, a devilish smile coming to his laps as he said, "I'll be back. And next time, I'll be more prepared."
And, just like that, he was gone, Drusilla on his heels. But, the vampiress paused mid-stride and she turned, her eyes fixated on 1998-Spike. And, she spoke softly, her voice nearly a whisper, "I'll be back my, Spike."
And nobody doubted the brunette vampiress' words.
Then the two were really gone. They only trace of them having been at the High School being the charcoal colored spot on the floor from the flame Pyro had thrown. Thankfully, he hadn't pitched the flame hard enough to burn a hole through the floor, though.
Once the demons were gone, everything seemed to become silent, save for the sound of none other than Giles cleaning his glasses.
2002-Buffy and Spike immediately rushed over to 1998-Buffy and Spike's sides, intending to see how bad 1998-Spike had been hurt.
Apparently, he hadn't been hurt too bad. The worst he had was a bruised and swollen rib. Yet, despite the fact he looked like he'd be okay, 1998-Buffy was shaking.
"Buff," Xander suddenly said, quietly. His attention focused on 1998-Buffy. "Have you been sleeping with Spike?"
The question seemed to hang in the air thickly, just as the question had rolled off Xander's tongue bitterly.
The silence was enough of an answer, and Xander turned away disgusted and surprised at the same time. Willow did nothing but sit there in shock, as Giles felt the need to clean his glasses yet again. And, as for Cordy, she didn't seem to care, only muttering "well he is hot." under her breath, and deciding Buffy just had a thing for vampires.
Asp, on the other hand, was still locked up in the cage, seated next to an unconscious Katara.
"C-can I cone out now?" This question startled 2002-Buffy, and she looked up from her place next to an unconscious 1998-Spike, and over to the almost frightened looking girl.
2002-Buffy sighed, looking over at the timid girl, "I still don't know whether we should trust you."
"You saw how I was with Pyro," Asp replied. "I hate him. He killed my parents and our oldest brother when he was an infant, only leaving the two of us. He-" She paused, sighing, cutting herself off. "It's a long story....But nevermind, that's not the point. I just. I don't want to hurt you. I want to help you."
2002-Buffy looked at the young girl, REALLY wanting to believe her. But, still not sure.
"I just have to be completely sure first." 2002-Buffy sighed. "Just give us time."
"I-I *have* been working on a prophecy recently." Giles spoke up from where he was standing, behind the library counter, his hands shaking from their earlier experiences, as he put his glasses on. "I think I've translated it well enough. It could have something to do with this uh-Pyro did you say it was?" Giles looked over at Asp. And, she nodded in response.
"A scream in pain
for those who break
'Til the mind
of dead awake
For the blind
and in their mess
In which to find
the child's bless
Destroy the one
who brings forth death
The blackened sun
with it's last breath
War brings loss
and peace brings war
To turn and toss
and ask for more
In the drought
of one's own kind
Take the route
that leads behind
In which to follow
'til the end
A mind that's hollow
that you must tend."
Giles finished reading the prophecy, and with a pause, he added, "I've been working on that since---about, err, Acathla."
"Well guess you've figured it out." Pyro stepped into the room, where he'd been just moments before, grinning. And, without a single thought he pitched a huge flaming ball at 2002-Buffy, hitting her square in the stomach.
"No!" 2002-Spike screamed, running towards his lover, as she fell to the floor, feeling for a pulse. And, with shaky words he gasped out, "Her hearts not beating."
TBC....
AN: Ooooh, left you at a EVVVVVVVVVVVIL place. But, that's just me. PLEASE REVIEW!