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Morning rose slowly over Sunnydale and Dawn groaned irately into her pillow. It was way, way too early. Yet she could not get the incessant ringing noise coming from her nightstand to go away. Yawning and grumbling expletives, she rose from her pink comforted bed. She blinked twice when she saw an attractive, completely unfamiliar middle-aged woman standing at the foot of her bed.
"Oh, sweetie, good, you're up. Are you feeling any better?" Dawn's built in memory system (Oh, how the fates love that one, she thought, only half- annoyed) kicked in and she recognized the woman as Gladys Jones, her sort of mother.
"Uh, yeah. Sure, I feel a lot better." Dawn replied easily, smiling somewhat forcedly.
"That's great. Now up and at 'em, tigress. You have school." Gladys leaned down and kissed her daughter on top of the head. She didn't entirely believe Ambrine when she had said that she was feeling better, as she was giving off an "aura" (as her Bohemian sister Cheryl would say) of confusion. But Briney did have to go to school...
"Okay..." Dawn placed on small foot on the ground followed by the next. Gathering all of her strength, she sprung up. Feeling more awake now that she was standing, Dawn took in her surroundings with a sort of fascination. Her room was colored frosted pink, from her carpet to the tips of her ceilings.
"It's like I've wandered into some sort of Barbie Freakworld." She muttered, picking up small knick-knacks of ponies, horses, and several unicorns, one of which was labeled "To Briney from Harm. So glad I found someone to share my obsession with!"
"Oh, dear god." She said out loud, quickly retracting from the statuettes as though they were covered in Fyral demon snot. To her left she saw pictures, all of which (to quote Cher Horowitz) seemed to come right out of a Noxzema commercial. Shaking her whole body, she exited her room, saying one word, which summed up all of her feelings at the moment...
"Wiggy."
~
Exiting the stench-filled sewer, Spike sauntered into Willy's. It had been awhile since he had really sauntered, in a "Check-Out-The-Big-Bad" sort saunter, anyway, but he knew that if he was going to get anything out of that damned weasel, he'd have to. Falling gracefully into one of the barstools, he grinned evilly (or at least he hoped he did). A few of the other demons glanced at him, but no one said anything. Spike felt a muscle in his abdomen relax; they weren't suspicious. Willy scurried out in front of him and stared straight up at Spike.
"What can I get ya?" He asked, his voice grating Spike's demon ever so slightly.
"Apartment listings where a fella wouldn't be disturbed by, say, pesky things such as rowdy kids, barking dogs...sunlight." He cocked his eyebrow knowingly at Willy, who reiterated the gesture.
"Just one minute. The name's Willy, by the way." The weasel reached his slimy hand out and smiled that weasel smile of his. Spike coolly regarded him the way he would in any situation, good or evil.
"Spike." Willy's eyes widened, part in fear, part in admiration. Spike? William-the- Bloody-Spike? It couldn't be.
"My God...my God. I've wanted to meet you for so long. You're so...so...wow, I feel like I'm meeting Britney Spears." Spike's eyes flashed indignantly and he snarled his lip unconsciously. Who did this pansy think he was?
"But a much more dangerous and testosterone-filled Britney Spears. I mean, not really Britney Spears...it's an analogy." Willy prattled. He had never been so excited, or petrified, in his entire life. Rolling his blue eyes, Spike held out his hand for the listing.
"Oh, right. Here ya are." Willy slapped the newspaper clipping into his hand. In return, Spike slipped the weasel a fiver.
"Good doin' business with ya, mate." With that, Spike went through the back door of the bar and shot into the sewer.
~
"Admit it, you want him." Buffy smirked to Willow.
"No, I don't!" Willow squealed, her face turning an unconvincing red. Jesse rolled his eyes.
"Yes, you do. You've wanted him ever since you two dated."
"You and Xander dated?" Buffy asked curiously, feeling the snap of a pop rock inside of her mouth. I wonder if that whole "Eat pop rocks and drink water at the same time and your stomach will explode" urban legend is true, Buffy thought absentmindedly before directing her attention back to Willow.
"Yeah, but then he stole my Barbie." Willow replied in all seriousness. Buffy scrunched her nose in confusion at Jesse.
"They were five." He explained. Buffy nodded her head and turned back to her pop rocks. She felt another one snap in her mouth. Jesse glared distastefully at her snacks.
"How can you eat those? They're disgusting."
"I think they're yummy." Buffy said, unashamedly. She offered the bag to Willow who turned it down with a shake of her red hair. Shrugging, Buffy threw another one into her mouth. The three of them turned into the double doors that led into the library and made their way in. Buffy surveyed the room and saw Giles, Dawn, Xander, and surprisingly, Spike.
"What are you doing here?" She asked him, "I thought you were all with the sunlight allergy."
"Came through the sewers, pet." He smirked. Buffy felt her slayer mode turn onto the minimum setting.
"There's sewer access in the school?"
"Yeah, but ya can't cut it off." He said, flipping the pages of a book. Buffy crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows.
"And why not?" Spike gave her an "Are-you-kidding-me?" look before sighing and hopping off the desk.
"A. The school needs it in order for the toilets to not get bloody clogged up with nasties only Patrick, the night janitor, is trained to deal with, B. You might need it in the future, in order to get outta here undetected, and C. I need it for everyday use." Buffy rounded her mouth in a perfect little 'o' shape and bunched her eyebrows together before shrugging and walking over to Giles.
"So, what's the scoop? Any news I should be aware of?"
"Well, there is the-the, um, rather odd * lack * of news. There's nothing, not even an attack from a vampire or, or a commonplace demon. Nothing."
"Except for the whole averted apocalypse thing last night. But hey, that was no big, right?" Buffy replied sarcastically. Giles looked at her from over the top of him glasses.
"I meant besides that. Under ordinary circumstances in which an apocalypse was being diverted, life outside of the primary, uh, source would have gone on quite normally." Giles explained, sitting down on a chair next to Dawn.
"So, is this kind of like a calm before the storm sort of thing?" Dawn asked, "Like its building up to something really, really big?"
"That is what I believe it to be, though of course my theories are hardly infallible." Giles said, looking downwards.
"Don't sell yourself so short, mate." Spike remarked. Giles looked up quizzically at the vampire.
"And you say this because you are so well-versed in the successes and failures of my past conjectures?" Spike bit back a "Of course I am ya stupid sod" and mentally reminded himself of where he was.
"You just seem like a kind of guy who would make sure he knew what he was doin' before jumping to a conclusion, is all." Spike replied, continuing his searching of the book.
"Hey did anyone else have extremely horrifying nightmares last night?" Xander quipped ironically cheerfully. Buffy smiled warmly at him.
"They'll go away. And if it helps any, vampires can't enter your house unless you invite them in."
"Good." Xander replied, the single word replacing the witty retort that had been sitting on the edge of his tongue. He looked down at his hands, ashamed of how incredibly scared he was. He was supposed to be a man.
Meanwhile, Buffy reached to a top shelf and grabbed an incredibly large, and incredibly heavy, even for a slayer, book called The Book. "Original title." Buffy murmured, rolling her eyes. She blew away some dust and opened The Book to its table of contents. She scanned down Giles' nearly illegible English translations, which were written directly underneath the weird language Buffy didn't know. Her eyes fluttered across a section which Giles had written simply 'Choosers.'
"Whoa, déjà vu." Buffy whispered.
She quickly skimmed the book until she found the page, which Giles had written, yet again, simply "Choosers." Beside the ancient language there was a picture of five tall men in long black cloaks standing on a tall mountain, with every nightmare creature underneath them in an intricate labyrinth of death and destruction. The men, however, were standing tall, looking powerful and mighty...and good. Buffy's heart pounded with an odd recognition of the words. She just couldn't place them...
"Find anything interesting there, luv?" Buffy almost let out a scream, but held it in. She turned around and shrugged at Spike, who leaned down and took the book from her hands. Buffy noticed something go through the vampire's eyes as he saw what page she had been looking at. A wave of emotion, it seemed. She recognized some, like shock, fear, surprise...but the rest she didn't. They seemed to come from a part of him that she didn't know, or understand, yet. Blinking abruptly, he snapped the book shut and smiled wanly at her.
"Like you understood a word of that." He remarked, hoping that the crack that was threatening in his throat didn't surface.
"Maybe I did." She replied, tossing her blonde hair behind her shoulders.
"What language was it in?"
"Shut up." Buffy pouted as she lifted herself off the floor. Spike gazed softly at her, the love of his life. Of course, she didn't know that. Hell, he didn't know if she ever would. But it didn't matter. Buffy was alive. Bit was alive. It didn't matter if she ever reciprocated his feelings or not as long as he knew that she and Dawn were okay. Course, he wouldn't complain if she * did * happen to fall madly in love with him again and fall blissfully into his arms and tell him that she loved him and that Angel was a stupid pounce and...
"Spike!" Buffy yelled, for the third time. Spike snapped out of his reverie.
"What?" He asked, trying his hardest to play it cool.
"Giles is like yelling and what not for us to get down there. He probably thinks we're..." Buffy cut herself off there, feeling a deep scarlet blush ride up her neck. There was way too much potential for innuendo there. And she did not want to give this guy the wrong impression. Cuz she wasn't attracted to him. Or Angel. Neither of them. She had no feelings for either of them what so ever. In fact she had no feelings at all. No feelings. She was a rock. They should call me Buffy the Rockwoman, she thought.
Licking his lips and narrowing his eyes seductively, Spike dipped his head so that his lips were right by Buffy's ear.
"Well, let's go make sure he knows we weren't up here doing whatever it was that you were implying." He whispered and Buffy felt a shiver go down her arms. His voice was like velvet and gravel. British velvet and gravel. And definitely not of the stuffy kind. Buffy almost sighed out loud like a post- coital schoolgirl before realizing what she was doing. This is not how Buffy the Rockwoman should be acting or reacting! She scolded herself. She crossed her arms and smiled naively (or at least she hoped she did) at Spike.
"Great!" She replied extra-perkily, "Let's head down."
Stifling a laugh as Buffy practically skipped down the stairs leading to the main study area of the library, Spike followed, grinning evilly.
~
"Come on, Abby, don't be so chicken." Emily Smithison groaned to her best friend.
"Hey, I just saw The Exorcist. Taking a nighttime stroll through the graveyard isn't exactly my cup of tea." Abby grumbled, stuffing her hands inside her pockets.
"Deal with it. I'm the one who told you a million times you couldn't handle that movie." Emily said, walking around without a problem.
"Em, come on, let's go." Abby glanced around nervously. She had heard things about Sunnydale at night.
"Stop being such a baby and move. We'll be out of here in no time."
Suddenly, there was a snap of a branch. Then another.
"Stop being a bitch, Em." Abby whispered loudly, fearing clutching her heart. Emily looked over at her, a tinge of fear within her as well.
"I thought that was you." The girls slowly moved towards each other and huddled against one another.
"Omigod, omigod, omigod." Abby went into a panicked mantra and Emily stared straight ahead as the man neared them. He was wearing almost all black and a trench coat swayed behind him. His starkly white-blonde hair contrasted with the night's sky and almost shimmered in the moonlight. Realizing that this was more than likely going to be the end of her life, Emily wished that she could think of another word instead of "shimmered" for the man's hair. She wished she could see her brother.
"What are you girls doing out here so late?" He asked, a distinct British accent drowning its inflection.
"We were just..." Emily tried to get out, her face as pale as his hair.
"Come on, get up. I'll get you home. It's not safe."
The two girls stayed where they were and stared up warily at the stranger.
"Bloody hell, look at it this way. If you give me the benefit of the doubt, you'll get home fine. If you still think I'm bad or whatever, you have about an equal chance of getting killed then if you stay out here, except that you don't because I'm not going to touch you." Looking at one another, the girls slowly stood up and walked in silence with the tall man, not speaking except to tell him where to turn in order to get them home safely.
"This is our house." Abby said, pointing towards a modest brick Cape Cod, "Well, mine, really. Em's just sleeping over tonight." Spike nodded curtly and walked the girls to the door.
"Thank you." Emily and Abby said in quiet unison.
"Just don't pull anything like that again. Most of the stuff you hear about that cemetery is true." He finished with an edge of doom, refusing to elaborate. He had a feeling that he wouldn't have to.
The girls opened the door and within three milliseconds, Abby let out a piercing scream. Spike banged his head against the barrier, in order to get a better look. His eyes widened with morbid shock when he saw what Abby and Emily had.
It had come.
~
Dun dun dun...tbc...
~
Morning rose slowly over Sunnydale and Dawn groaned irately into her pillow. It was way, way too early. Yet she could not get the incessant ringing noise coming from her nightstand to go away. Yawning and grumbling expletives, she rose from her pink comforted bed. She blinked twice when she saw an attractive, completely unfamiliar middle-aged woman standing at the foot of her bed.
"Oh, sweetie, good, you're up. Are you feeling any better?" Dawn's built in memory system (Oh, how the fates love that one, she thought, only half- annoyed) kicked in and she recognized the woman as Gladys Jones, her sort of mother.
"Uh, yeah. Sure, I feel a lot better." Dawn replied easily, smiling somewhat forcedly.
"That's great. Now up and at 'em, tigress. You have school." Gladys leaned down and kissed her daughter on top of the head. She didn't entirely believe Ambrine when she had said that she was feeling better, as she was giving off an "aura" (as her Bohemian sister Cheryl would say) of confusion. But Briney did have to go to school...
"Okay..." Dawn placed on small foot on the ground followed by the next. Gathering all of her strength, she sprung up. Feeling more awake now that she was standing, Dawn took in her surroundings with a sort of fascination. Her room was colored frosted pink, from her carpet to the tips of her ceilings.
"It's like I've wandered into some sort of Barbie Freakworld." She muttered, picking up small knick-knacks of ponies, horses, and several unicorns, one of which was labeled "To Briney from Harm. So glad I found someone to share my obsession with!"
"Oh, dear god." She said out loud, quickly retracting from the statuettes as though they were covered in Fyral demon snot. To her left she saw pictures, all of which (to quote Cher Horowitz) seemed to come right out of a Noxzema commercial. Shaking her whole body, she exited her room, saying one word, which summed up all of her feelings at the moment...
"Wiggy."
~
Exiting the stench-filled sewer, Spike sauntered into Willy's. It had been awhile since he had really sauntered, in a "Check-Out-The-Big-Bad" sort saunter, anyway, but he knew that if he was going to get anything out of that damned weasel, he'd have to. Falling gracefully into one of the barstools, he grinned evilly (or at least he hoped he did). A few of the other demons glanced at him, but no one said anything. Spike felt a muscle in his abdomen relax; they weren't suspicious. Willy scurried out in front of him and stared straight up at Spike.
"What can I get ya?" He asked, his voice grating Spike's demon ever so slightly.
"Apartment listings where a fella wouldn't be disturbed by, say, pesky things such as rowdy kids, barking dogs...sunlight." He cocked his eyebrow knowingly at Willy, who reiterated the gesture.
"Just one minute. The name's Willy, by the way." The weasel reached his slimy hand out and smiled that weasel smile of his. Spike coolly regarded him the way he would in any situation, good or evil.
"Spike." Willy's eyes widened, part in fear, part in admiration. Spike? William-the- Bloody-Spike? It couldn't be.
"My God...my God. I've wanted to meet you for so long. You're so...so...wow, I feel like I'm meeting Britney Spears." Spike's eyes flashed indignantly and he snarled his lip unconsciously. Who did this pansy think he was?
"But a much more dangerous and testosterone-filled Britney Spears. I mean, not really Britney Spears...it's an analogy." Willy prattled. He had never been so excited, or petrified, in his entire life. Rolling his blue eyes, Spike held out his hand for the listing.
"Oh, right. Here ya are." Willy slapped the newspaper clipping into his hand. In return, Spike slipped the weasel a fiver.
"Good doin' business with ya, mate." With that, Spike went through the back door of the bar and shot into the sewer.
~
"Admit it, you want him." Buffy smirked to Willow.
"No, I don't!" Willow squealed, her face turning an unconvincing red. Jesse rolled his eyes.
"Yes, you do. You've wanted him ever since you two dated."
"You and Xander dated?" Buffy asked curiously, feeling the snap of a pop rock inside of her mouth. I wonder if that whole "Eat pop rocks and drink water at the same time and your stomach will explode" urban legend is true, Buffy thought absentmindedly before directing her attention back to Willow.
"Yeah, but then he stole my Barbie." Willow replied in all seriousness. Buffy scrunched her nose in confusion at Jesse.
"They were five." He explained. Buffy nodded her head and turned back to her pop rocks. She felt another one snap in her mouth. Jesse glared distastefully at her snacks.
"How can you eat those? They're disgusting."
"I think they're yummy." Buffy said, unashamedly. She offered the bag to Willow who turned it down with a shake of her red hair. Shrugging, Buffy threw another one into her mouth. The three of them turned into the double doors that led into the library and made their way in. Buffy surveyed the room and saw Giles, Dawn, Xander, and surprisingly, Spike.
"What are you doing here?" She asked him, "I thought you were all with the sunlight allergy."
"Came through the sewers, pet." He smirked. Buffy felt her slayer mode turn onto the minimum setting.
"There's sewer access in the school?"
"Yeah, but ya can't cut it off." He said, flipping the pages of a book. Buffy crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows.
"And why not?" Spike gave her an "Are-you-kidding-me?" look before sighing and hopping off the desk.
"A. The school needs it in order for the toilets to not get bloody clogged up with nasties only Patrick, the night janitor, is trained to deal with, B. You might need it in the future, in order to get outta here undetected, and C. I need it for everyday use." Buffy rounded her mouth in a perfect little 'o' shape and bunched her eyebrows together before shrugging and walking over to Giles.
"So, what's the scoop? Any news I should be aware of?"
"Well, there is the-the, um, rather odd * lack * of news. There's nothing, not even an attack from a vampire or, or a commonplace demon. Nothing."
"Except for the whole averted apocalypse thing last night. But hey, that was no big, right?" Buffy replied sarcastically. Giles looked at her from over the top of him glasses.
"I meant besides that. Under ordinary circumstances in which an apocalypse was being diverted, life outside of the primary, uh, source would have gone on quite normally." Giles explained, sitting down on a chair next to Dawn.
"So, is this kind of like a calm before the storm sort of thing?" Dawn asked, "Like its building up to something really, really big?"
"That is what I believe it to be, though of course my theories are hardly infallible." Giles said, looking downwards.
"Don't sell yourself so short, mate." Spike remarked. Giles looked up quizzically at the vampire.
"And you say this because you are so well-versed in the successes and failures of my past conjectures?" Spike bit back a "Of course I am ya stupid sod" and mentally reminded himself of where he was.
"You just seem like a kind of guy who would make sure he knew what he was doin' before jumping to a conclusion, is all." Spike replied, continuing his searching of the book.
"Hey did anyone else have extremely horrifying nightmares last night?" Xander quipped ironically cheerfully. Buffy smiled warmly at him.
"They'll go away. And if it helps any, vampires can't enter your house unless you invite them in."
"Good." Xander replied, the single word replacing the witty retort that had been sitting on the edge of his tongue. He looked down at his hands, ashamed of how incredibly scared he was. He was supposed to be a man.
Meanwhile, Buffy reached to a top shelf and grabbed an incredibly large, and incredibly heavy, even for a slayer, book called The Book. "Original title." Buffy murmured, rolling her eyes. She blew away some dust and opened The Book to its table of contents. She scanned down Giles' nearly illegible English translations, which were written directly underneath the weird language Buffy didn't know. Her eyes fluttered across a section which Giles had written simply 'Choosers.'
"Whoa, déjà vu." Buffy whispered.
She quickly skimmed the book until she found the page, which Giles had written, yet again, simply "Choosers." Beside the ancient language there was a picture of five tall men in long black cloaks standing on a tall mountain, with every nightmare creature underneath them in an intricate labyrinth of death and destruction. The men, however, were standing tall, looking powerful and mighty...and good. Buffy's heart pounded with an odd recognition of the words. She just couldn't place them...
"Find anything interesting there, luv?" Buffy almost let out a scream, but held it in. She turned around and shrugged at Spike, who leaned down and took the book from her hands. Buffy noticed something go through the vampire's eyes as he saw what page she had been looking at. A wave of emotion, it seemed. She recognized some, like shock, fear, surprise...but the rest she didn't. They seemed to come from a part of him that she didn't know, or understand, yet. Blinking abruptly, he snapped the book shut and smiled wanly at her.
"Like you understood a word of that." He remarked, hoping that the crack that was threatening in his throat didn't surface.
"Maybe I did." She replied, tossing her blonde hair behind her shoulders.
"What language was it in?"
"Shut up." Buffy pouted as she lifted herself off the floor. Spike gazed softly at her, the love of his life. Of course, she didn't know that. Hell, he didn't know if she ever would. But it didn't matter. Buffy was alive. Bit was alive. It didn't matter if she ever reciprocated his feelings or not as long as he knew that she and Dawn were okay. Course, he wouldn't complain if she * did * happen to fall madly in love with him again and fall blissfully into his arms and tell him that she loved him and that Angel was a stupid pounce and...
"Spike!" Buffy yelled, for the third time. Spike snapped out of his reverie.
"What?" He asked, trying his hardest to play it cool.
"Giles is like yelling and what not for us to get down there. He probably thinks we're..." Buffy cut herself off there, feeling a deep scarlet blush ride up her neck. There was way too much potential for innuendo there. And she did not want to give this guy the wrong impression. Cuz she wasn't attracted to him. Or Angel. Neither of them. She had no feelings for either of them what so ever. In fact she had no feelings at all. No feelings. She was a rock. They should call me Buffy the Rockwoman, she thought.
Licking his lips and narrowing his eyes seductively, Spike dipped his head so that his lips were right by Buffy's ear.
"Well, let's go make sure he knows we weren't up here doing whatever it was that you were implying." He whispered and Buffy felt a shiver go down her arms. His voice was like velvet and gravel. British velvet and gravel. And definitely not of the stuffy kind. Buffy almost sighed out loud like a post- coital schoolgirl before realizing what she was doing. This is not how Buffy the Rockwoman should be acting or reacting! She scolded herself. She crossed her arms and smiled naively (or at least she hoped she did) at Spike.
"Great!" She replied extra-perkily, "Let's head down."
Stifling a laugh as Buffy practically skipped down the stairs leading to the main study area of the library, Spike followed, grinning evilly.
~
"Come on, Abby, don't be so chicken." Emily Smithison groaned to her best friend.
"Hey, I just saw The Exorcist. Taking a nighttime stroll through the graveyard isn't exactly my cup of tea." Abby grumbled, stuffing her hands inside her pockets.
"Deal with it. I'm the one who told you a million times you couldn't handle that movie." Emily said, walking around without a problem.
"Em, come on, let's go." Abby glanced around nervously. She had heard things about Sunnydale at night.
"Stop being such a baby and move. We'll be out of here in no time."
Suddenly, there was a snap of a branch. Then another.
"Stop being a bitch, Em." Abby whispered loudly, fearing clutching her heart. Emily looked over at her, a tinge of fear within her as well.
"I thought that was you." The girls slowly moved towards each other and huddled against one another.
"Omigod, omigod, omigod." Abby went into a panicked mantra and Emily stared straight ahead as the man neared them. He was wearing almost all black and a trench coat swayed behind him. His starkly white-blonde hair contrasted with the night's sky and almost shimmered in the moonlight. Realizing that this was more than likely going to be the end of her life, Emily wished that she could think of another word instead of "shimmered" for the man's hair. She wished she could see her brother.
"What are you girls doing out here so late?" He asked, a distinct British accent drowning its inflection.
"We were just..." Emily tried to get out, her face as pale as his hair.
"Come on, get up. I'll get you home. It's not safe."
The two girls stayed where they were and stared up warily at the stranger.
"Bloody hell, look at it this way. If you give me the benefit of the doubt, you'll get home fine. If you still think I'm bad or whatever, you have about an equal chance of getting killed then if you stay out here, except that you don't because I'm not going to touch you." Looking at one another, the girls slowly stood up and walked in silence with the tall man, not speaking except to tell him where to turn in order to get them home safely.
"This is our house." Abby said, pointing towards a modest brick Cape Cod, "Well, mine, really. Em's just sleeping over tonight." Spike nodded curtly and walked the girls to the door.
"Thank you." Emily and Abby said in quiet unison.
"Just don't pull anything like that again. Most of the stuff you hear about that cemetery is true." He finished with an edge of doom, refusing to elaborate. He had a feeling that he wouldn't have to.
The girls opened the door and within three milliseconds, Abby let out a piercing scream. Spike banged his head against the barrier, in order to get a better look. His eyes widened with morbid shock when he saw what Abby and Emily had.
It had come.
~
Dun dun dun...tbc...
