A/N: I'll be writing one or two new chapters each weekend and anytime I
can in between. I 'm sorry about my other two stories, Rest and Chocolaty
Goodness. New episode made them shrink and I think my story lines were a
little weak to begin with. I'm hoping to get a BETA so if any one it
interested please e-mail me, but otherwise I'm still 14 so bare with me.
I'm taking some college writing courses over the summer and I hope that
helps. If a certain chapter is so distracting that I need to redo it just
tell me and I'll get on it. Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Testing out her new life
Buffy choked as dust was inhaled freely at her point of consciousness. Her vision was blurry and she was starting to seriously get claustrophobic. Her lungs felt as if they would cave in as there seemed to be no air where she was. She hit her head on something soft then realized where she was. She was in her coffin.
Panic struck every nerve in her body as he clawed her way fiercely out of her confinement. Finally she struck a weak spot and pounds of Earth felled on her head. Kicking and clawing were the only things that insured she was still alive.
With her slayer strength, she broke the surface sputtering for air, eyes not totally adjusting. She closed her eyes and rested a few moments before she climbed the rest of the way out of her grave.
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"It didn't work." It was more of a realization then a question. Willow's newly found consciousness was only making her miserable. Everything was supposed to be OK. Buffy was going to come back. This wasn't supposed to happen.
She couldn't meet the eyes of Dawn. Dawn hadn't known about the ritual. They didn't tell her because they knew if something like this happened she'd.. It was too much to take in. She resulted in staring out the window at the pulsing blue light that a barrier spell was making around the house. Nobody spoke.
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Spike was too late to save the Buffy-bot. After he had stolen a motorcycle from one of the demons evading the coffee shop, he had arrived just in time to see the blank expression on the Buffy look-a-like's face as she was pulled in half by two motorcycles.
After the last of the demons cleared out, he crept to where the head a torso of the bot lay. He silently closed her open eyes as it was very disturbing to have her staring at him. Even though it wasn't the real Buffy, he felt attached to it.
Suddenly its eyes shot open and cocked its head making spike stumble backwards.
"I ran away.did you see where I went?"
Spike was confused, "Pet, you're all over the ground. I don't think Willow can fix you this time."
"Not me. The other one who looks like me.. I'm pretty." She smiled while sparks jerked her head back and forth, "Could you go look for her.zzz..she looked. baaaddddd." The bots voice deepened as its main power source came to a stop. It took Spike a minute to put the pieces together. He started to panic and shook the robot fiercely.
"Where did she go!?" He screamed, but it was no use the machine was gone.
He stood up frantically and did the first thing that came to mind. He closed his eyes and sniffed the air. He could smell her. The real her.
He broke down on the pavement and finally threw up. Blood kept regurgitating from his stomach. Tears mixed with his vomit until he finally got a hold of himself.
Standing up, he wiped blood from his mouth and marched in the direction of the scent. He was going to find her.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapters. They'll get longer as I get in to the more impotent chapters like when they spend that first night back together.
Chapter 2: Testing out her new life
Buffy choked as dust was inhaled freely at her point of consciousness. Her vision was blurry and she was starting to seriously get claustrophobic. Her lungs felt as if they would cave in as there seemed to be no air where she was. She hit her head on something soft then realized where she was. She was in her coffin.
Panic struck every nerve in her body as he clawed her way fiercely out of her confinement. Finally she struck a weak spot and pounds of Earth felled on her head. Kicking and clawing were the only things that insured she was still alive.
With her slayer strength, she broke the surface sputtering for air, eyes not totally adjusting. She closed her eyes and rested a few moments before she climbed the rest of the way out of her grave.
^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
"It didn't work." It was more of a realization then a question. Willow's newly found consciousness was only making her miserable. Everything was supposed to be OK. Buffy was going to come back. This wasn't supposed to happen.
She couldn't meet the eyes of Dawn. Dawn hadn't known about the ritual. They didn't tell her because they knew if something like this happened she'd.. It was too much to take in. She resulted in staring out the window at the pulsing blue light that a barrier spell was making around the house. Nobody spoke.
^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
Spike was too late to save the Buffy-bot. After he had stolen a motorcycle from one of the demons evading the coffee shop, he had arrived just in time to see the blank expression on the Buffy look-a-like's face as she was pulled in half by two motorcycles.
After the last of the demons cleared out, he crept to where the head a torso of the bot lay. He silently closed her open eyes as it was very disturbing to have her staring at him. Even though it wasn't the real Buffy, he felt attached to it.
Suddenly its eyes shot open and cocked its head making spike stumble backwards.
"I ran away.did you see where I went?"
Spike was confused, "Pet, you're all over the ground. I don't think Willow can fix you this time."
"Not me. The other one who looks like me.. I'm pretty." She smiled while sparks jerked her head back and forth, "Could you go look for her.zzz..she looked. baaaddddd." The bots voice deepened as its main power source came to a stop. It took Spike a minute to put the pieces together. He started to panic and shook the robot fiercely.
"Where did she go!?" He screamed, but it was no use the machine was gone.
He stood up frantically and did the first thing that came to mind. He closed his eyes and sniffed the air. He could smell her. The real her.
He broke down on the pavement and finally threw up. Blood kept regurgitating from his stomach. Tears mixed with his vomit until he finally got a hold of himself.
Standing up, he wiped blood from his mouth and marched in the direction of the scent. He was going to find her.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapters. They'll get longer as I get in to the more impotent chapters like when they spend that first night back together.