Disclaimer: Same as always.
Note: Finally, Christmas vacation!! The time that allows me to update more. Hopefully, that's a good thing. For any Latin speaking people, Mortem does mean death, right? Please tell me. Oh, and my screen names are Wiccan2666, Aya9269, Gaia926, and Tabula Rasa6x8.
Chapter Nine
When Buffy really woke up, her first thoughts were 'How fake was that?' Although she thought it, and knew it, her dreams always felt real until she woke from them. She glanced at a clock and then out her living room window and connected the both. Now sunrise was only one simple hour away, but she couldn't wait that long.
Buffy quickly got up and left a note on the refrigerator telling everyone she'd be at The Bronze for a while, should they need her. While walking past a mirror in her hallway on her way out, Buffy noticed what she was wearing. She figured she didn't really want to go anywhere with dirt and vampire dust on her clothing, so Buffy she went upstairs to change. Buffy settled on a red halter, simple black paints with a silver chain going through the belt loops, and then went to search Dawn's closet for a jacket. Selecting a black leather jacket that the Dawn she knew didn't own, Buffy walked downstairs and out the door.
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At the Bronze, Buffy bought a diet coke, then decided to sit at a table on the upper level. As far as she could tell, there was a total of no vamps at the Bronze, considering how near sunrise was. Except one. She hadn't noticed him until scanning the crowd a second time. He was sitting at the bar, drinking God knows what, oblivious to the world around him. Except for Buffy.
As soon as her eyes fell upon him, he just happened to glance in her direction. She could tell he wanted to come up. He could tell she knew he wanted to. With a nod from Buffy, he brought his drink and went up the stairs to join her.
He glanced at her. "Slow night?"
She glared back with just a little more hostility than she had intended. "Not really." She took a sip of her diet coke before continuing. "I have a word for you."
"I'd say beer, but I'd be wrong."
Buffy paused a moment before continuing. "Sunrise. In half an hour. Oh. And by any chance, can you tell me anything about a fourth hell god?"
Spike's eyes widened at her question. He noticed that she'd noticed, so he shrugged it off.
Buffy sighed. "Not quite the reaction I was hoping for."
Spike cleared his throat. "Mortem."
"What?"
"Her name. Mortem. It means-"
"I know what it means. Death. I've been around Willow when she's doing spells long enough to know what it means."
"Mortem is a very powerful hell god who never fit in with the others. She's very powerful and much weaker than the rest, but in different ways."
Buffy sighed again. "I'm guessing you don't mean she was an outcast at 'Hell god High'."
"Unfortunately, no. That's all I know about her. Why did you ask?"
"Halfrek told me something was happening and that this lesser known hell god was going to cause some commotion. That's all "I" know."
Spike shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Well, let's just say from what I've heard, Glory was like a peace bringer compared to her."
It was Buffy's turn to shift uncomfortably, especially since she had noticed she had tied the halter too loose, so it exposed just a little more cleavage than she would have liked. "So. I was brought back from Heaven in my other world. It felt like hell there for a while. Then it got better. Then I was brought into this world which is bringing an entirely new definition of hell to my book."
Spike glanced at one of the only clock's The Bronze had, and then back to Buffy. "Yeah, well, I've got to go. See you on patrol?"
"I'm not making any promises."
With that exchange, Spike hurried out of The Bronze.
Now alone, Buffy tried to act like she was enjoying herself, but failed. She was about to leave when that night's band began to play a different song. A song she wished she couldn't relate to. It took a few moments for the lyrics to sink in, but she decided to wait until the song was until halfway through.
~Sometimes in my dreams I go back and change things Make them right But then in the middle of the night When I wake up I know the way they were was right.
It was meant to be It was destiny It was the way they were meant to unfold The way the story was to be told.
I'm just living in the past Just want the memory to last Don't want it to fade from my site Just like the fire of an ever burning light I want to get the moment back But I can't. ~
Buffy fanatically ignore the rest of the song, trying to leave as fast as she could. It was far too large of a coincidence for her, except she didn't believe in them, so Buffy really didn't know what to call it. As Buffy left, she noticed the girl band's name was "Frantic" and knew it would help to burn the name into her memory. She didn't understand why, but she just knew. She'd have Willow do a background check after her classes were over.
Note: Finally, Christmas vacation!! The time that allows me to update more. Hopefully, that's a good thing. For any Latin speaking people, Mortem does mean death, right? Please tell me. Oh, and my screen names are Wiccan2666, Aya9269, Gaia926, and Tabula Rasa6x8.
Chapter Nine
When Buffy really woke up, her first thoughts were 'How fake was that?' Although she thought it, and knew it, her dreams always felt real until she woke from them. She glanced at a clock and then out her living room window and connected the both. Now sunrise was only one simple hour away, but she couldn't wait that long.
Buffy quickly got up and left a note on the refrigerator telling everyone she'd be at The Bronze for a while, should they need her. While walking past a mirror in her hallway on her way out, Buffy noticed what she was wearing. She figured she didn't really want to go anywhere with dirt and vampire dust on her clothing, so Buffy she went upstairs to change. Buffy settled on a red halter, simple black paints with a silver chain going through the belt loops, and then went to search Dawn's closet for a jacket. Selecting a black leather jacket that the Dawn she knew didn't own, Buffy walked downstairs and out the door.
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At the Bronze, Buffy bought a diet coke, then decided to sit at a table on the upper level. As far as she could tell, there was a total of no vamps at the Bronze, considering how near sunrise was. Except one. She hadn't noticed him until scanning the crowd a second time. He was sitting at the bar, drinking God knows what, oblivious to the world around him. Except for Buffy.
As soon as her eyes fell upon him, he just happened to glance in her direction. She could tell he wanted to come up. He could tell she knew he wanted to. With a nod from Buffy, he brought his drink and went up the stairs to join her.
He glanced at her. "Slow night?"
She glared back with just a little more hostility than she had intended. "Not really." She took a sip of her diet coke before continuing. "I have a word for you."
"I'd say beer, but I'd be wrong."
Buffy paused a moment before continuing. "Sunrise. In half an hour. Oh. And by any chance, can you tell me anything about a fourth hell god?"
Spike's eyes widened at her question. He noticed that she'd noticed, so he shrugged it off.
Buffy sighed. "Not quite the reaction I was hoping for."
Spike cleared his throat. "Mortem."
"What?"
"Her name. Mortem. It means-"
"I know what it means. Death. I've been around Willow when she's doing spells long enough to know what it means."
"Mortem is a very powerful hell god who never fit in with the others. She's very powerful and much weaker than the rest, but in different ways."
Buffy sighed again. "I'm guessing you don't mean she was an outcast at 'Hell god High'."
"Unfortunately, no. That's all I know about her. Why did you ask?"
"Halfrek told me something was happening and that this lesser known hell god was going to cause some commotion. That's all "I" know."
Spike shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Well, let's just say from what I've heard, Glory was like a peace bringer compared to her."
It was Buffy's turn to shift uncomfortably, especially since she had noticed she had tied the halter too loose, so it exposed just a little more cleavage than she would have liked. "So. I was brought back from Heaven in my other world. It felt like hell there for a while. Then it got better. Then I was brought into this world which is bringing an entirely new definition of hell to my book."
Spike glanced at one of the only clock's The Bronze had, and then back to Buffy. "Yeah, well, I've got to go. See you on patrol?"
"I'm not making any promises."
With that exchange, Spike hurried out of The Bronze.
Now alone, Buffy tried to act like she was enjoying herself, but failed. She was about to leave when that night's band began to play a different song. A song she wished she couldn't relate to. It took a few moments for the lyrics to sink in, but she decided to wait until the song was until halfway through.
~Sometimes in my dreams I go back and change things Make them right But then in the middle of the night When I wake up I know the way they were was right.
It was meant to be It was destiny It was the way they were meant to unfold The way the story was to be told.
I'm just living in the past Just want the memory to last Don't want it to fade from my site Just like the fire of an ever burning light I want to get the moment back But I can't. ~
Buffy fanatically ignore the rest of the song, trying to leave as fast as she could. It was far too large of a coincidence for her, except she didn't believe in them, so Buffy really didn't know what to call it. As Buffy left, she noticed the girl band's name was "Frantic" and knew it would help to burn the name into her memory. She didn't understand why, but she just knew. She'd have Willow do a background check after her classes were over.