A/N: Yay for me and the quick update time! This is in honor of the
showing of 'Entropy' on FX tonight (and the freezing rain day that gave me
time to type this up). Also, I know this story is a bit cheesy but. it's
my story so deal. And this is the last chapter with the whole Spike and
Faith will they or won't they thing, promise. Oh and the italicized words
are dreams for this chapter. Thanks for the all the reviews! Of course,
more is better you know. Enjoy!
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Chapter Five~
There was a crash.
She turned quickly. Blood dripped from her shoulder and the ax she held.
"Oh god."
Bricks. Bricks all around and pieces of wood lying over a form hidden by that broken wall. Jupeille grinned evilly above Xander's body. His claws were covered with blood.
* * * * * * * * *
Waking after a nearly sleepless day, one filled with dreams anyway, unfortunately, Anya heard a woman giggling in the hotel room next to hers. She rolled her eyes and covered herself with the thick brown blanket. At least some people were happy.
She just wanted to lie there a little while longer. Just close her eyes.
Begrudgingly, she sat up and got dressed for yet another fruitless night of searching.
The scrawny man in the lobby looked with wide eyes at the disheveled demon before him.
"Checking out?" He questioned.
"Yes but I may return," Anya informed him as she ran a hand through her messy hair self-consciously.
The man just blinked at her.
"What I mean is." Anya paused to sort out her words. "If a man o-or anyone comes looking for me just tell them you cannot claim to have seen me. Also, if I return and that. person was here, tell me before I check in, okay?"
"Okay," the man agreed with obvious unease.
"Thank you for your services," Anya said and left quickly.
The man stared after her in confusion.
* * * * * * * * *
"Buffy."
Her hair fell limply through his fingers. Her cold green eyes stared past him impassively. Pulling her lifeless body to him, he whispered, "not again."
* * * * * * * * *
Still half asleep, Spike absently pulled the warm body next to him closer in an affectionate embrace. The warm body wrapped its arm around his and ran her hand across it.
"Couldn't stay away from me?" A female voice murmured and then giggled.
Spike opened his eyes quickly and realized whom he was holding. He tried to disengage himself from Faith but she held onto him with unyielding force.
"I don't mind, really, I've forgiven you," Faith informed him.
Spike was about to protest but he felt his mind betraying him. How much could it hurt?
"Honestly, Faith, any other time." He softly let go of her and pulled away. "But not now."
In the dimly lit room, a hurt look was clearly visible on her face. But then she shrugged it off.
"This was probably the most uncomfortable bed I've ever slept on," Faith commented as she dressed like it was just any other day. "And those sheets, the scratchiest ones I've ever had."
"Not me," Spike mumbled and suppressed the memories.
"So where to today?" Faith asked.
"Not really sure yet."
"Well, I vote we hit that vamp nest I told you about. You know, to kill time among other things."
"Alright, sounds like a good plan. Mostly since I don't have one. Where's the nest?"
"I'll show you, come on."
After they were dressed, they went into the lobby and the man behind the counter took back their key. Spike said they might be back and the man just blinked at them.
"By the way," Spike started.
"Oh no, him? Why would he have seen your little demon girl?" Faith complained.
Spike ignored her and asked the man, "have you seen a woman about this high, light brown hair, brown eyes, and attractive."
"Attractive?" Faith questioned.
"Have you seen her?" Spike asked again.
The man blinked. "I cannot claim to have seen her."
Spike wasn't sure if the man was lying or not but he decided the man wasn't. Why would he?
So Spike paid the scrawny-looking man and followed Faith out onto the street.
Suddenly he stopped right outside the door and looked around cautiously.
"Nest's this way," Faith called somewhat impatiently.
"I just." He shook off the strange feeling he had and quickly caught up with her.
From the alleyway a pair of amber eyes glared after them and the ruby red lips below them murmured, "someone's been a naughty boy, following the bad Slayer into the unknown. Could cause trouble."
* * * * * * * * *
"What was that stupid trick Xander did? Oh right, if I were Spike and looking for myself, where would I be located?" Anya asked herself as she stood on a street corner, looking around her. "Maybe since I am searching for myself I would be located where I am normally."
An old man walked by the demon and gave her a suspicious look. Anya bit her tongue and attempted to ignore the old man as he ambled off.
"And if I were myself I would normally be located. in a bar!" Anya cried cheerfully, not realizing how strange that sounded. "But then if I were D'Hoffryn and I was looking for me, I would be at a bar, also. This is becoming confusing."
"I'll help you."
Anya turned to see the old woman who wanted to tell her fortune the night before.
"I thought you said that I'd never see you again," Anya replied.
"You won't let me go," the old woman answered as if it was obvious.
"Me?" Anya scoffed. "Who are you precisely?"
The woman shrugged and said simply, "the past."
"Well that's stupid."
The woman looked shocked and Anya clarified, "why would I need the past to help with the future?"
After receiving no reply, Anya murmured, "the world's so dumb sometimes." She then looked to the old woman, "what do I need to do?"
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"Hello kittens."
The vampires, who had been sleeping in that night, jumped up quickly from their various places about the room, their game faces on.
"Who are you?" demanded one dressed in grungy 80s clothes named Kevin. The others had relaxed when they'd seen the intruder was an attractive woman with raven hair. Maybe they were getting delivery tonight. But Kevin was the only one to pay close attention to the woman's Victorian garb.
"Simply a messenger here to speak on the stars' behalf," the woman replied as she stroked her long brown her with manicured but deadly nails.
All of the vampires now noticed the woman's ancient wardrobe and calm demeanor now with uneasiness. But they all waited for Kevin, their self- proclaimed leader and the oldest among them, to talk. Kevin was at a loss for words.
"You're going to have visitors tonight," the woman murmured huskily.
"Yeah, apparently," a vampire named Peter retorted.
Suddenly, the woman shot out a hand, caught Peter's neck, and dragged him to her. She held his body against her in an almost gentle way except for the fingernail that hovered by his neck, which held the others back from helping.
"Besides me, silly boy," cooed the raven-haired vampire. "A girl and another vampire. They're coming to kill you but I came to prevent that."
She spoke as if she had ulterior motives for helping them.
"And why would that be.?" Peter asked cautiously.
"Drusilla," the woman purred. "And I have my reasons."
She ran a fingernail across Peter's cheek leaving a streak of red. Then, with no further warning, she snapped off his head, reducing his body to ashes.
"Now this is what I want." Drusilla started.
"Wait!" A burgundy-haired vampire named Amelia protested. "You can't come in here and just expect us to follow your lead."
"Do you need another demonstration?" Drusilla questioned, annoyed.
"No, no," Kevin interjected quickly, his eyes downcast. "We'll do what you want us to as long as you don't kill any more of us."
"It's not me you have to worry about."
By now Drusilla was surveying the burnt up former restaurant that now housed the six, now five, vampires that banded together there a few years ago. She had a dissatisfied look on her face.
"So, uh, these friends of yours, when are they coming?" Kevin asked impatiently.
Drusilla wasn't listening. She'd stopped in the middle of the room, her eyes closed. Slowly, she swayed back and forth humming.
"They draw near."
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TBC
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Chapter Five~
There was a crash.
She turned quickly. Blood dripped from her shoulder and the ax she held.
"Oh god."
Bricks. Bricks all around and pieces of wood lying over a form hidden by that broken wall. Jupeille grinned evilly above Xander's body. His claws were covered with blood.
* * * * * * * * *
Waking after a nearly sleepless day, one filled with dreams anyway, unfortunately, Anya heard a woman giggling in the hotel room next to hers. She rolled her eyes and covered herself with the thick brown blanket. At least some people were happy.
She just wanted to lie there a little while longer. Just close her eyes.
Begrudgingly, she sat up and got dressed for yet another fruitless night of searching.
The scrawny man in the lobby looked with wide eyes at the disheveled demon before him.
"Checking out?" He questioned.
"Yes but I may return," Anya informed him as she ran a hand through her messy hair self-consciously.
The man just blinked at her.
"What I mean is." Anya paused to sort out her words. "If a man o-or anyone comes looking for me just tell them you cannot claim to have seen me. Also, if I return and that. person was here, tell me before I check in, okay?"
"Okay," the man agreed with obvious unease.
"Thank you for your services," Anya said and left quickly.
The man stared after her in confusion.
* * * * * * * * *
"Buffy."
Her hair fell limply through his fingers. Her cold green eyes stared past him impassively. Pulling her lifeless body to him, he whispered, "not again."
* * * * * * * * *
Still half asleep, Spike absently pulled the warm body next to him closer in an affectionate embrace. The warm body wrapped its arm around his and ran her hand across it.
"Couldn't stay away from me?" A female voice murmured and then giggled.
Spike opened his eyes quickly and realized whom he was holding. He tried to disengage himself from Faith but she held onto him with unyielding force.
"I don't mind, really, I've forgiven you," Faith informed him.
Spike was about to protest but he felt his mind betraying him. How much could it hurt?
"Honestly, Faith, any other time." He softly let go of her and pulled away. "But not now."
In the dimly lit room, a hurt look was clearly visible on her face. But then she shrugged it off.
"This was probably the most uncomfortable bed I've ever slept on," Faith commented as she dressed like it was just any other day. "And those sheets, the scratchiest ones I've ever had."
"Not me," Spike mumbled and suppressed the memories.
"So where to today?" Faith asked.
"Not really sure yet."
"Well, I vote we hit that vamp nest I told you about. You know, to kill time among other things."
"Alright, sounds like a good plan. Mostly since I don't have one. Where's the nest?"
"I'll show you, come on."
After they were dressed, they went into the lobby and the man behind the counter took back their key. Spike said they might be back and the man just blinked at them.
"By the way," Spike started.
"Oh no, him? Why would he have seen your little demon girl?" Faith complained.
Spike ignored her and asked the man, "have you seen a woman about this high, light brown hair, brown eyes, and attractive."
"Attractive?" Faith questioned.
"Have you seen her?" Spike asked again.
The man blinked. "I cannot claim to have seen her."
Spike wasn't sure if the man was lying or not but he decided the man wasn't. Why would he?
So Spike paid the scrawny-looking man and followed Faith out onto the street.
Suddenly he stopped right outside the door and looked around cautiously.
"Nest's this way," Faith called somewhat impatiently.
"I just." He shook off the strange feeling he had and quickly caught up with her.
From the alleyway a pair of amber eyes glared after them and the ruby red lips below them murmured, "someone's been a naughty boy, following the bad Slayer into the unknown. Could cause trouble."
* * * * * * * * *
"What was that stupid trick Xander did? Oh right, if I were Spike and looking for myself, where would I be located?" Anya asked herself as she stood on a street corner, looking around her. "Maybe since I am searching for myself I would be located where I am normally."
An old man walked by the demon and gave her a suspicious look. Anya bit her tongue and attempted to ignore the old man as he ambled off.
"And if I were myself I would normally be located. in a bar!" Anya cried cheerfully, not realizing how strange that sounded. "But then if I were D'Hoffryn and I was looking for me, I would be at a bar, also. This is becoming confusing."
"I'll help you."
Anya turned to see the old woman who wanted to tell her fortune the night before.
"I thought you said that I'd never see you again," Anya replied.
"You won't let me go," the old woman answered as if it was obvious.
"Me?" Anya scoffed. "Who are you precisely?"
The woman shrugged and said simply, "the past."
"Well that's stupid."
The woman looked shocked and Anya clarified, "why would I need the past to help with the future?"
After receiving no reply, Anya murmured, "the world's so dumb sometimes." She then looked to the old woman, "what do I need to do?"
* * * * * * * * *
"Hello kittens."
The vampires, who had been sleeping in that night, jumped up quickly from their various places about the room, their game faces on.
"Who are you?" demanded one dressed in grungy 80s clothes named Kevin. The others had relaxed when they'd seen the intruder was an attractive woman with raven hair. Maybe they were getting delivery tonight. But Kevin was the only one to pay close attention to the woman's Victorian garb.
"Simply a messenger here to speak on the stars' behalf," the woman replied as she stroked her long brown her with manicured but deadly nails.
All of the vampires now noticed the woman's ancient wardrobe and calm demeanor now with uneasiness. But they all waited for Kevin, their self- proclaimed leader and the oldest among them, to talk. Kevin was at a loss for words.
"You're going to have visitors tonight," the woman murmured huskily.
"Yeah, apparently," a vampire named Peter retorted.
Suddenly, the woman shot out a hand, caught Peter's neck, and dragged him to her. She held his body against her in an almost gentle way except for the fingernail that hovered by his neck, which held the others back from helping.
"Besides me, silly boy," cooed the raven-haired vampire. "A girl and another vampire. They're coming to kill you but I came to prevent that."
She spoke as if she had ulterior motives for helping them.
"And why would that be.?" Peter asked cautiously.
"Drusilla," the woman purred. "And I have my reasons."
She ran a fingernail across Peter's cheek leaving a streak of red. Then, with no further warning, she snapped off his head, reducing his body to ashes.
"Now this is what I want." Drusilla started.
"Wait!" A burgundy-haired vampire named Amelia protested. "You can't come in here and just expect us to follow your lead."
"Do you need another demonstration?" Drusilla questioned, annoyed.
"No, no," Kevin interjected quickly, his eyes downcast. "We'll do what you want us to as long as you don't kill any more of us."
"It's not me you have to worry about."
By now Drusilla was surveying the burnt up former restaurant that now housed the six, now five, vampires that banded together there a few years ago. She had a dissatisfied look on her face.
"So, uh, these friends of yours, when are they coming?" Kevin asked impatiently.
Drusilla wasn't listening. She'd stopped in the middle of the room, her eyes closed. Slowly, she swayed back and forth humming.
"They draw near."
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TBC