**Ok, as a side note, I was reminded that I messed up Traver's name. Right
now, I am not in the mindset to go back and fix it, but I will. From here
on out, it'll be Travers, however. ;) Just one more person reminding me
that I should actually WATCH the series before writing. It. Side note, I
have only seen season 1 and 2, with a few rare sprinklings of one or two
ep's from the other seasons. So, if my writing isn't right up there at the
level they should be, blame my lack of watching. ;) It's not because I
don't want to see it, but rather a serious lack of good channels through my
cable out in the boonies. They REALLY need to release s3-6 n DVD like NOW!
Ok, ramble enough, on with the show. ;)
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Chapter 8
Buffy stood under a large tree. It shaded the sun from her eyes, but let little holes of sunlight come pouring through. A large canopy of flowers hung from a grand arch, and she held in her hands a bouquet. Lilacs in a soft lavender color off set the white lilies and roses. Glistening white ribbon trailed down from it, and ended near her thighs.
Looking down, Buffy smiled at the white dress she wore. It was sitting just barely off her shoulders, and the neck scooped down just above her breasts. All along the bodice, small rhinestones were sewn, scattered about almost randomly.
The long skirt had flowers embroidered all about on it, the centers made up of more rhinestones. In the back, it scooped rather low, and had a long train. Behind her, a little girl about 4 years old stood, holding the train up.
Buffy turned to look beside her, and saw Spike standing there. His face was bathed in golden sunlight, and his hair shone like gold. She saw love and adoration shining in his eyes.
As Buffy leaned over to kiss Spike, she brought a hand up to his chest. Just before their lips met, he whispered softly, "I love you, Buffy." As the words were whispered, he started to slowly turn to dust, and before she knew what was happening, he was gone.
Gasping, Buffy looked down as she dropped the bouquet in her hands, but instead of the bouquet, she found a stake. Her dress was gone, and she was wearing a black cat suit, complete with a tool belt. Turning to look behind her in shock, she saw not a flower girl, but a soldier. Riley, her ex from college.
Blinking in surprise, she looked around, and rather then finding the wide- open forest, she found a black rocky cave.
"Nooooo! You can't take him from me so soon!"
"We didn't take him from you, Buffy, you killed him."
Buffy sat up, a scream echoing on her lips. Spike gasped, and sat up with her.
"What is it pet? You look like you've seen a ghost!" He rubbed her arms as she shivered. After rubbing her eyes, and looking around, she let her eyes rest on Spike.
"It. nothing. Just a strange dream, that's all. Maybe we should look around again, make sure everything is alright here." Spike eyed her suspiciously, but finally nodded.
"Right, then. Whatever you say, luv."
"How many times do I have to tell you NOT to call me that?!?!" She practically screamed at Spike. She stood, and grabbed the oil lamp, then stomped from the room.
What in the bloody hell is her deal, he wondered.
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The mist drifted from the room, sneering at the two preys. He had sat there, so unnoticed, and slipped into her dreams so quickly. It hadn't taken much to find out what she wanted, and destroy it. For now, it was only in the dream.
Soon, he thought. Soon.
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Travers watched Buffy sit up, and heard her scream. A sinister smile curved at his lips. "Right on schedule."
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Spike stayed behind Buffy. He could tell she was wound tight. Her muscles practically sang with tension. He would give just about anything to know what she had been dreaming about. He had heard her talking, asking not to take him away so suddenly.
The only thing he wanted to know was who 'he' was. Likely his poufy sire, Angel. Rolling his eyes, he followed behind her to another room. She ended up walking into the end room with the strange door.
Neither found anything different about the room, but both felt an odd sensation in here. It almost felt like something was breathing down their necks. Buffy had started to leave, and Spike turned to follow her, when the door to the room slammed shut.
Screaming, Buffy turned, and started to pound on the door.
"Spike? Spike open the damn door!" She was panicking and she knew it, but she was alone, and without her powers. She hated it, and hated even more that it was Spike she was being forced to rely on.
On the other side, Spike could hear the hysterical tone in Buffy's voice, and he tried to break the door down, but it wasn't budging.
"Slayer. Buffy, luv, it won't open. Go wait in our room. Stay there, and keep your sword near by. I'll find a way out of this."
Buffy heard him, and freaked. She set the oil lamp down, and started to beat on the door. "No! You can't leave me like this! You can't take him away from me already! I need him!" Buffy wasn't aware that she had stopped talking to Spike, and started addressing the house.
After nearly 10 minutes of both of them pounding on the door, Buffy slumped to the ground, crying softly. Her body was bruised and bloody, her muscles ached, and she was exhausted.
Spike heard her crying, and it was about tearing him apart. He kept trying to get the door open, but he had a strong feeling it was reinforced with steel behind the wood façade.
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Buffy finally sat up, not sure of how much time had passed. Something felt different in this room. She wasn't alone, but she couldn't see or hear anything. She just knew it, though. Just had a feeling.
"Spike?" She asked, softly. He heard her, though, and answered through the door.
"What is it pet?"
"Something's in here, Spike. Don't leave me out here, please." He started renewing his efforts to get out, when he heard her scream. Then, it was silent. He stopped, and waited.
"Buffy? Slayer? Come on, answer me. Slayer?" Nothing but silence answered him. A moment later, the door opened, and she slumped into the room. Her eyes were wide open, but she wasn't awake.
Kneeling by her side, he shook her. She didn't move her eyes at all. She was alive; he could hear her heart and blood pumping. She was in some sort of a trance, he figured.
Turning, he looked out at the room, and saw nothing. He couldn't sense, see, or smell anything in the room, and that bothered him, because he knew something was there.
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Buffy looked up at the air, and suddenly, she understood. It was a stalker, stalking her. She saw a flash as a mist came near her. Buffy opened her mouth and screamed as it dipped down, and entered her body. Then, all was black.
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The stalker smiled as it dipped down. He knew the instant she felt him, and he got a perverse pleasure in the scream she let loose. He slipped into her body, taking over and shutting down her mind. With a laugh, he let her slip into a trance.
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Travers saw her slump down, and waited a moment before opening the door. He watched as Spike tried to wake her, and his laugh filled the small room.
*Ok, this was a bit longer then some of my other chapters, so, I hope you liked! I am still not entirely sure where I am taking it, but I have soooo many ideas bouncing around! Review it if you like, and tell me if you don't! :-D
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Chapter 8
Buffy stood under a large tree. It shaded the sun from her eyes, but let little holes of sunlight come pouring through. A large canopy of flowers hung from a grand arch, and she held in her hands a bouquet. Lilacs in a soft lavender color off set the white lilies and roses. Glistening white ribbon trailed down from it, and ended near her thighs.
Looking down, Buffy smiled at the white dress she wore. It was sitting just barely off her shoulders, and the neck scooped down just above her breasts. All along the bodice, small rhinestones were sewn, scattered about almost randomly.
The long skirt had flowers embroidered all about on it, the centers made up of more rhinestones. In the back, it scooped rather low, and had a long train. Behind her, a little girl about 4 years old stood, holding the train up.
Buffy turned to look beside her, and saw Spike standing there. His face was bathed in golden sunlight, and his hair shone like gold. She saw love and adoration shining in his eyes.
As Buffy leaned over to kiss Spike, she brought a hand up to his chest. Just before their lips met, he whispered softly, "I love you, Buffy." As the words were whispered, he started to slowly turn to dust, and before she knew what was happening, he was gone.
Gasping, Buffy looked down as she dropped the bouquet in her hands, but instead of the bouquet, she found a stake. Her dress was gone, and she was wearing a black cat suit, complete with a tool belt. Turning to look behind her in shock, she saw not a flower girl, but a soldier. Riley, her ex from college.
Blinking in surprise, she looked around, and rather then finding the wide- open forest, she found a black rocky cave.
"Nooooo! You can't take him from me so soon!"
"We didn't take him from you, Buffy, you killed him."
Buffy sat up, a scream echoing on her lips. Spike gasped, and sat up with her.
"What is it pet? You look like you've seen a ghost!" He rubbed her arms as she shivered. After rubbing her eyes, and looking around, she let her eyes rest on Spike.
"It. nothing. Just a strange dream, that's all. Maybe we should look around again, make sure everything is alright here." Spike eyed her suspiciously, but finally nodded.
"Right, then. Whatever you say, luv."
"How many times do I have to tell you NOT to call me that?!?!" She practically screamed at Spike. She stood, and grabbed the oil lamp, then stomped from the room.
What in the bloody hell is her deal, he wondered.
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The mist drifted from the room, sneering at the two preys. He had sat there, so unnoticed, and slipped into her dreams so quickly. It hadn't taken much to find out what she wanted, and destroy it. For now, it was only in the dream.
Soon, he thought. Soon.
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Travers watched Buffy sit up, and heard her scream. A sinister smile curved at his lips. "Right on schedule."
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Spike stayed behind Buffy. He could tell she was wound tight. Her muscles practically sang with tension. He would give just about anything to know what she had been dreaming about. He had heard her talking, asking not to take him away so suddenly.
The only thing he wanted to know was who 'he' was. Likely his poufy sire, Angel. Rolling his eyes, he followed behind her to another room. She ended up walking into the end room with the strange door.
Neither found anything different about the room, but both felt an odd sensation in here. It almost felt like something was breathing down their necks. Buffy had started to leave, and Spike turned to follow her, when the door to the room slammed shut.
Screaming, Buffy turned, and started to pound on the door.
"Spike? Spike open the damn door!" She was panicking and she knew it, but she was alone, and without her powers. She hated it, and hated even more that it was Spike she was being forced to rely on.
On the other side, Spike could hear the hysterical tone in Buffy's voice, and he tried to break the door down, but it wasn't budging.
"Slayer. Buffy, luv, it won't open. Go wait in our room. Stay there, and keep your sword near by. I'll find a way out of this."
Buffy heard him, and freaked. She set the oil lamp down, and started to beat on the door. "No! You can't leave me like this! You can't take him away from me already! I need him!" Buffy wasn't aware that she had stopped talking to Spike, and started addressing the house.
After nearly 10 minutes of both of them pounding on the door, Buffy slumped to the ground, crying softly. Her body was bruised and bloody, her muscles ached, and she was exhausted.
Spike heard her crying, and it was about tearing him apart. He kept trying to get the door open, but he had a strong feeling it was reinforced with steel behind the wood façade.
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Buffy finally sat up, not sure of how much time had passed. Something felt different in this room. She wasn't alone, but she couldn't see or hear anything. She just knew it, though. Just had a feeling.
"Spike?" She asked, softly. He heard her, though, and answered through the door.
"What is it pet?"
"Something's in here, Spike. Don't leave me out here, please." He started renewing his efforts to get out, when he heard her scream. Then, it was silent. He stopped, and waited.
"Buffy? Slayer? Come on, answer me. Slayer?" Nothing but silence answered him. A moment later, the door opened, and she slumped into the room. Her eyes were wide open, but she wasn't awake.
Kneeling by her side, he shook her. She didn't move her eyes at all. She was alive; he could hear her heart and blood pumping. She was in some sort of a trance, he figured.
Turning, he looked out at the room, and saw nothing. He couldn't sense, see, or smell anything in the room, and that bothered him, because he knew something was there.
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Buffy looked up at the air, and suddenly, she understood. It was a stalker, stalking her. She saw a flash as a mist came near her. Buffy opened her mouth and screamed as it dipped down, and entered her body. Then, all was black.
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The stalker smiled as it dipped down. He knew the instant she felt him, and he got a perverse pleasure in the scream she let loose. He slipped into her body, taking over and shutting down her mind. With a laugh, he let her slip into a trance.
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Travers saw her slump down, and waited a moment before opening the door. He watched as Spike tried to wake her, and his laugh filled the small room.
*Ok, this was a bit longer then some of my other chapters, so, I hope you liked! I am still not entirely sure where I am taking it, but I have soooo many ideas bouncing around! Review it if you like, and tell me if you don't! :-D