(Disclaimer: I don't own the BTVS cast, and never will, although I wouldn't
mind tying Spike to 'my' bath tub. Joss Wheden owns all)
Chapter 1
"When judgment is passed on the tenth hour you spirit must cross or be devoured, the demons and angels will cry out in vain to claim your soul but not your remains, so all of the sins and decisions you made will be put on a scale and carefully weighed, for this is the day when judgment is passed, the day of the first.and the day of the last."
She woke up with her blankets twisted around her petite body, sweat glistening over her pale skin and her hazel eyes glinting with tears. The memory of the dream flashing in her mind and she held her breath to stop the sob that collected in the back of her throat.
It hadn't always been like this, her life had been normal for almost 7 years but then they started to die. One by one there blood was shed and she felt as if it were her own heart taking its last beat and there was nothing she could do about it.
At that moment she knew that she was the last one..and she knew she wasn't the only one having the dreams and that brought her thoughts to the others.
They had at one point been her friends..her people, the only ones she could count on, and slowly they had drifted away. She knew that Willow was in England with Kennedy learning more about the power she possessed, and had become one of the most powerful sorceresses in the world and for one moment she found herself smiling at the image of her best friend's red hair turned white, her small figure angelic in the glow of white light. At that moment she had looked like an angel and Buffy closed her eyes to lock the tears in. She missed them and nothing could stop that.
What of Spike, she thought. The last time she had seen him was in Sunnydale, his arms wrapped around her shaking body as they both looked at what was left of the town she had lived in for over seven years. At one point she had thought that she was in love with him and now laying alone her in bed she realized just how much she missed the comfort of his strong and muscled arms and looking into his ice blue eyes and seeing them warm with love.
Glancing over at the night stand beside her bed she grunted and untangled her way out of the bed and wandered to the connecting bathroom, shutting the door behind her and stripping down before she turned the tap on the shower to as hot as she could get it without scolding herself.
Today was another day of caffeine, tight work out clothes and punching bags, the wonders of getting paid to teach women self defence.
Buffy had worked at Kick Ass since she had moved to St. Louis, and when the owner had decided to retire, gave her the break of her life and let Buffy buy him out. Since then she has been the young owner of Kick Ass Self Defence and gym. Not to bad for a day job.
Then there was her night job, the one she would have preferred never existed, the one with stakes, holy water and sharp objects.
When Buffy had left Sunnydale, she had hoped that the hellmouth was closed, but with her luck, Sunnydale wasn't the only hellmouth in the world..only the biggest one.
After washing her hair she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around her wet body before she stepped out of the bathroom to her room.
The apartment she lived in was homey and well off for someone like her, the walls painted a light purple, making it seem cool and peaceful, her room on the other hand was large, the walls black and gold with a vanity table to the right of the door stacked with the latest makeup products as well as a large vanity mirror, something she had always wanted as a child.
In the middle of the room rested her bed, which she had bought without second thought, thinking of hot and steamy nights in a crypt far away from where she was now. The bed was a queen with black silk sheets and a gold canopy. Oddly out of place an ice blue pillow sat, laying against other deep gold pillows. Her friends, or whatever they were, who had been in her room always asked about the pillow, and in return got a dreamy stare and a small smile, nothing more and nothing less.
Dressing in a pair of black workout pants and a tight black tank, Buffy grabbed a brush and elastic, pulling her hair back into a tight pony tail before glancing around her room one last time and walking out.
(TBC alright that was chapter one, tell me what you think, was it good, bad? What was it? Leave reviews they make me want to write more and more and more.)
Chapter 1
"When judgment is passed on the tenth hour you spirit must cross or be devoured, the demons and angels will cry out in vain to claim your soul but not your remains, so all of the sins and decisions you made will be put on a scale and carefully weighed, for this is the day when judgment is passed, the day of the first.and the day of the last."
She woke up with her blankets twisted around her petite body, sweat glistening over her pale skin and her hazel eyes glinting with tears. The memory of the dream flashing in her mind and she held her breath to stop the sob that collected in the back of her throat.
It hadn't always been like this, her life had been normal for almost 7 years but then they started to die. One by one there blood was shed and she felt as if it were her own heart taking its last beat and there was nothing she could do about it.
At that moment she knew that she was the last one..and she knew she wasn't the only one having the dreams and that brought her thoughts to the others.
They had at one point been her friends..her people, the only ones she could count on, and slowly they had drifted away. She knew that Willow was in England with Kennedy learning more about the power she possessed, and had become one of the most powerful sorceresses in the world and for one moment she found herself smiling at the image of her best friend's red hair turned white, her small figure angelic in the glow of white light. At that moment she had looked like an angel and Buffy closed her eyes to lock the tears in. She missed them and nothing could stop that.
What of Spike, she thought. The last time she had seen him was in Sunnydale, his arms wrapped around her shaking body as they both looked at what was left of the town she had lived in for over seven years. At one point she had thought that she was in love with him and now laying alone her in bed she realized just how much she missed the comfort of his strong and muscled arms and looking into his ice blue eyes and seeing them warm with love.
Glancing over at the night stand beside her bed she grunted and untangled her way out of the bed and wandered to the connecting bathroom, shutting the door behind her and stripping down before she turned the tap on the shower to as hot as she could get it without scolding herself.
Today was another day of caffeine, tight work out clothes and punching bags, the wonders of getting paid to teach women self defence.
Buffy had worked at Kick Ass since she had moved to St. Louis, and when the owner had decided to retire, gave her the break of her life and let Buffy buy him out. Since then she has been the young owner of Kick Ass Self Defence and gym. Not to bad for a day job.
Then there was her night job, the one she would have preferred never existed, the one with stakes, holy water and sharp objects.
When Buffy had left Sunnydale, she had hoped that the hellmouth was closed, but with her luck, Sunnydale wasn't the only hellmouth in the world..only the biggest one.
After washing her hair she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around her wet body before she stepped out of the bathroom to her room.
The apartment she lived in was homey and well off for someone like her, the walls painted a light purple, making it seem cool and peaceful, her room on the other hand was large, the walls black and gold with a vanity table to the right of the door stacked with the latest makeup products as well as a large vanity mirror, something she had always wanted as a child.
In the middle of the room rested her bed, which she had bought without second thought, thinking of hot and steamy nights in a crypt far away from where she was now. The bed was a queen with black silk sheets and a gold canopy. Oddly out of place an ice blue pillow sat, laying against other deep gold pillows. Her friends, or whatever they were, who had been in her room always asked about the pillow, and in return got a dreamy stare and a small smile, nothing more and nothing less.
Dressing in a pair of black workout pants and a tight black tank, Buffy grabbed a brush and elastic, pulling her hair back into a tight pony tail before glancing around her room one last time and walking out.
(TBC alright that was chapter one, tell me what you think, was it good, bad? What was it? Leave reviews they make me want to write more and more and more.)