Chapter 3: Trying out her new life pt. 2
The slayer had no more strength left in her. She remembered briefly the image of herself crawling from the grave in heaven, but nothing could compare to the real thing. She decided she'd better stay in the spot she had collapsed until her vision wasn't blurry around the edges.
It was a sad sight. The slayer, the chosen one, collapsed in a heap by her own grave. She didn't care though. Tonight was her one chance to rest before she would start her new life. Spike would show up soon anyway. He would help her. She had wished he would be there so it should be. Her gut started to sear with pain from the stress. Where is he?!
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It was hard to keep a strait face as he followed the scent of his slayer. It was disturbing to have her scent around him again. He had just got over the fact that her scent lingered around her grave for several weeks after she was buried, but this was too much. If the robot had lied to him and she wasn't really there, he just was imagining it, he was gonna.. He wouldn't be able to live. To have false hope like this would kill him, but if there was a chance. a tiny chance that she might be alive again, he might as well find out if it's true or not.
Spike's doubt started to dwindle away as the scent got stronger. The irresistible aroma of a slayer. Then another smell filled his nostrils. Her blood.
His feet quickened in pace until he broken out into a frantic run. He didn't know where he was going. His nose led the way. Then the trees he had been dodging stopped. He was in a cleared area. A graveyard.
Buffy's smell was all around him. He had no doubt anymore. It was her.
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A familiar prickling crept up the back of Buffy's neck. Spike. She knew it wouldn't take him all night to find her, but the small five minutes she had been on the ground, waiting, seemed like five years. Her stomach ached with ulcers. He was closer now. A groan escaped her lips in the place of a call for help. Then she felt his hands on her back, lightly turning her over.
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Buffy's eyes were screwed shut with pain when Spike found her. Very carefully, he sat down beside her and pulled her into his lap. She was real.
Spike and Buffy sat there like that until his gentle shushes coaxed her eye's open. Her stomach pains had just subsided, but exhaustion still lingered.
Spike's face was tear streaked and looked just as exhausted as her's. His eye's sparkled in the moonlight trying to consol her the best they could. The source of the blood he had smelled came from deep wounds around her knuckles. He knew instantly what she had had to do. It made him gag.
Buffy's breathing had calmed. She knew she was safe now.
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Spike couldn't believe he was holding his slayer again. 147 days had pasted with her gone for good and then, all of a sudden, she appears. He could tell she had been through a lot. She had obviously been crying and she needed rest.
"Ok. let's get you home." The first words exchanged between them were quiet. Not exactly the big speech he had planned, but at the current moment all that mattered that she needed to be in a safe place. Away from the chaos going on in town.
"No!" She voiced painfully then let out a few coughs. Spike looked at her, confused. "Not yet." Her eyes strained to get her point across. She was miserable. She would have wanted to be alone anyway even with out her wishing it.
That was all he needed. He decided the closest place they could take refuge was his crypt, so he hoisted her up and started to walk in that direction. Buffy's head contently rested in the crook of his neck as she closed her eyes again. He didn't know how this happened, but he couldn't hold back his joy, even if she was hurting.
Spike felt horrible about his emotions. The task at hand was very important, however, so he decided to push them aside and just help Buffy.
The slayer had no more strength left in her. She remembered briefly the image of herself crawling from the grave in heaven, but nothing could compare to the real thing. She decided she'd better stay in the spot she had collapsed until her vision wasn't blurry around the edges.
It was a sad sight. The slayer, the chosen one, collapsed in a heap by her own grave. She didn't care though. Tonight was her one chance to rest before she would start her new life. Spike would show up soon anyway. He would help her. She had wished he would be there so it should be. Her gut started to sear with pain from the stress. Where is he?!
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It was hard to keep a strait face as he followed the scent of his slayer. It was disturbing to have her scent around him again. He had just got over the fact that her scent lingered around her grave for several weeks after she was buried, but this was too much. If the robot had lied to him and she wasn't really there, he just was imagining it, he was gonna.. He wouldn't be able to live. To have false hope like this would kill him, but if there was a chance. a tiny chance that she might be alive again, he might as well find out if it's true or not.
Spike's doubt started to dwindle away as the scent got stronger. The irresistible aroma of a slayer. Then another smell filled his nostrils. Her blood.
His feet quickened in pace until he broken out into a frantic run. He didn't know where he was going. His nose led the way. Then the trees he had been dodging stopped. He was in a cleared area. A graveyard.
Buffy's smell was all around him. He had no doubt anymore. It was her.
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A familiar prickling crept up the back of Buffy's neck. Spike. She knew it wouldn't take him all night to find her, but the small five minutes she had been on the ground, waiting, seemed like five years. Her stomach ached with ulcers. He was closer now. A groan escaped her lips in the place of a call for help. Then she felt his hands on her back, lightly turning her over.
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Buffy's eyes were screwed shut with pain when Spike found her. Very carefully, he sat down beside her and pulled her into his lap. She was real.
Spike and Buffy sat there like that until his gentle shushes coaxed her eye's open. Her stomach pains had just subsided, but exhaustion still lingered.
Spike's face was tear streaked and looked just as exhausted as her's. His eye's sparkled in the moonlight trying to consol her the best they could. The source of the blood he had smelled came from deep wounds around her knuckles. He knew instantly what she had had to do. It made him gag.
Buffy's breathing had calmed. She knew she was safe now.
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Spike couldn't believe he was holding his slayer again. 147 days had pasted with her gone for good and then, all of a sudden, she appears. He could tell she had been through a lot. She had obviously been crying and she needed rest.
"Ok. let's get you home." The first words exchanged between them were quiet. Not exactly the big speech he had planned, but at the current moment all that mattered that she needed to be in a safe place. Away from the chaos going on in town.
"No!" She voiced painfully then let out a few coughs. Spike looked at her, confused. "Not yet." Her eyes strained to get her point across. She was miserable. She would have wanted to be alone anyway even with out her wishing it.
That was all he needed. He decided the closest place they could take refuge was his crypt, so he hoisted her up and started to walk in that direction. Buffy's head contently rested in the crook of his neck as she closed her eyes again. He didn't know how this happened, but he couldn't hold back his joy, even if she was hurting.
Spike felt horrible about his emotions. The task at hand was very important, however, so he decided to push them aside and just help Buffy.