Title : Raindrops on Roses
Rating : We're just gonna go with PG-13, at the moment it's like G or PG or something, but I know eventually that's gonna change, so lets just keep the whole thing PG-13...of course if I bring it into R territory then I'll have to change it.
Summary: A girl from Spike's past shows up in Sunnydale bearing ominous news.
Disclaimer : I own nothing, not even a teeny bit. Tisn't mine. I only kidnapped the lil' charries for a bit, but sadly enough they all belong to Joss Whedon and ME.
Setting : This is up to season 6 somewhere then AU. Not sure of the exact episode where I would place this. Spike and Buffy have started doing the horizontal rumba. Also in my little universe Willow never got all addicted to magic, so Tara never left. Umm…well, as of yet I have no idea what else I'm gonna change, but don't be at all surprised if things really don't follow what happened
A/N: This is my first fan fic -ever-. I'd be eternally grateful if you'd R + R, like to know whatcha all think of my attempt. J
A/N: Thanx once again to all those who reviewed! This is a very, very short chapter I know. But I really didn't want to post it in combination with the next segment that follows. Don't worry though. I have that all typed up and it should be on in a couple of hours.
Chapter Three : Whiskers on Kittens
A young child, scarcely more than four years old, sat huddled in the corner of a room. She wrapped her spindly arms around her legs, propping her chin up upon her knees. People milled about the room, murmuring in hushed voices to each other. The tot wasn't paying much attention, nor would she have comprehended much that was said if she had been, but she caught snippets of conversation.
"… a lovely woman."
"Poor Geoffrey."
"D'you think Richard will attend Madame Carithers'…?"
"Just him and..."
"… image of her mother she is."
"Celia, put that down."
"God rest her soul."
A boy, just entering his preteen years, with brown-gold walked through the crowded room. Out of the corner of his eyes he caught sight of the little girl toying with the edges of her somber-hued dress as she remained huddled in the shadows all alone. He made his way over to her and crouched down before the tiny child.
"Hello."
The youth lifted her head from her knees to reveal large sea green eyes and cherubic features decorated with the last vestiges of tears. The young boy sat down cross-legged before the girl.
"M'name's William."
The child blinked up at him, intrigued by this older boy whom had decided to pay her attention.
"Hiya, Will. I'm Catherine. "
She pursed her lips in thought, even at a young age the child had a tendency to ramble.
"My mommy's Catherine too, so people call me Catie and her Cat. Mommy isn't here anymore, she went away to go live with angels, so does that make me Cat?"
Her lower lip trembled, clearly displeased with the conclusion her childish logic had brought her to. The boy, William, showing a surprising amount of compassion for a youth his age, gathered the toddler into his lap, stroking her mop of her copper curls in comfort.
"Naw, your too little to be a Cat. More like a kitten."