Ch. 2- Return of the Living Dead
A/N:
Okay, due to the fact that I haven't gotten any reviews for my story, I was a little hesitant about putting up another chapter. Then I read a story by Macy, Tracy 16, and Rory 14 titled Lizzie and Gordo: a love story. They had been asking for reviews, and received a review from RainbowPrincess telling them that if they're out for reviews only, they're writing for the wrong reasons. Thank you RainbowPrincess; you also got that in my head. I'm doing this for me, not for anyone else. If you don't like it, don't read it. Okay, on with the story
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It felt like eternity had come and gone before Buffy woke up, but it was only a couple of hours after the earthquake. After several minutes of testing herself for memory loss and finding her mind okay, she opened her eyes. It took some before she was able to focus on a solid object, and the room stopped spinning.
Groaning, Buffy sat up, much to her head's disapproval. A sharp pain pierced her forehead, and she winced. Pressing her fingers against her temple soothingly, she checked for blood, and was relieved that there wasn't a trace on her hand. She looked up, gasping slightly as she took in the sight around her.
"Oh....this can't be good."
The entire main room had been trashed. Pictures hanging on the wall had fallen, books and breakables that were shelved over the fireplace she was lying in front of had fallen, and she shuddered as she realized how close she was to being hit by an old oil lamp lying next to her. She didn't know how this could've happened, but the glass doors leading out to the balcony had been shattered also, possibly by a gust of wind or something.....
'Looks like Xander's got another Buffy-Summers-fix-it job on his hands', she thought, wondering if anyone else was hit by the earthquake, and tracing back her steps before it happened....then she remembered the voice....
The sharp trill of the phone brought her back to reality, and she reached over to grab the wireless off of the coffee table.
"Hello?"
"Buffy? Buffy? Oh, thank Goddess, we thought something had happened...."
"W-What?" She finally found the strength to stand, and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water on shaky legs.
"Well, other then the massive earthquake that we had..you weren't answering the phone.."
"Will, it's hard to answer it if you're unconscious, you know."
"Oh, Buffy..how did that.I mean..huh?" She could practically see the confused expression etched on Willow's face.
"The earthquake hit, I lost my balance, and my head had a face-to-face meeting with the coffee table in the living room." She rubbed the already- forming bump gently. "I guess someone felt I needed a souvenir."
"Ow?" Willow asked, full of concern.
"Yeah, big ow. You know what? Tell Giles I'm coming over there; I think I might have something researchyish." She had her back to the doorway as she grabbed a quick snack from the fridge.
"Okay. What is it though, do you know?"
"Well, before..it's..I'll tell you when I-"
"Buffy?"
She froze midsentence at the sound of the voice. That voice that she knew so well. 'No.no', her mind screamed at her, begging her not to turn around. 'Oh my God.. It's him...they did it...whoever it was, they did it...they brought him back..'
"Buffy?"
Her eyes widened as she faced him, hazel meeting cerulean blue. She didn't move; she couldn't if she wanted to. She was frozen by those eyes. The phone slipped from her hand, and she made no move to stop it.
In the blink of an eye, Spike had it in his hand, saving it from shattering all over the kitchen floor.
"She'll be there in a minute, Red." He hung up the phone and set it on the counter, slowly approaching her until they were practically touching.
Buffy was still standing there, her eyes studying him. She didn't know where he had come from, but it was obvious he had been naked. He was wrapped in the blanket off of the couch. Wherever he had been, they didn't appreciate clothing. His voice brought her out of her thoughts as he asked her a simple question.
"You want to tell me what I'm doing here, pet?"
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A/N~ Okay, it was short, and for some it might have sucked, but I don't care. I'm getting into it!
R&R. Please.
A/N:
Okay, due to the fact that I haven't gotten any reviews for my story, I was a little hesitant about putting up another chapter. Then I read a story by Macy, Tracy 16, and Rory 14 titled Lizzie and Gordo: a love story. They had been asking for reviews, and received a review from RainbowPrincess telling them that if they're out for reviews only, they're writing for the wrong reasons. Thank you RainbowPrincess; you also got that in my head. I'm doing this for me, not for anyone else. If you don't like it, don't read it. Okay, on with the story
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It felt like eternity had come and gone before Buffy woke up, but it was only a couple of hours after the earthquake. After several minutes of testing herself for memory loss and finding her mind okay, she opened her eyes. It took some before she was able to focus on a solid object, and the room stopped spinning.
Groaning, Buffy sat up, much to her head's disapproval. A sharp pain pierced her forehead, and she winced. Pressing her fingers against her temple soothingly, she checked for blood, and was relieved that there wasn't a trace on her hand. She looked up, gasping slightly as she took in the sight around her.
"Oh....this can't be good."
The entire main room had been trashed. Pictures hanging on the wall had fallen, books and breakables that were shelved over the fireplace she was lying in front of had fallen, and she shuddered as she realized how close she was to being hit by an old oil lamp lying next to her. She didn't know how this could've happened, but the glass doors leading out to the balcony had been shattered also, possibly by a gust of wind or something.....
'Looks like Xander's got another Buffy-Summers-fix-it job on his hands', she thought, wondering if anyone else was hit by the earthquake, and tracing back her steps before it happened....then she remembered the voice....
The sharp trill of the phone brought her back to reality, and she reached over to grab the wireless off of the coffee table.
"Hello?"
"Buffy? Buffy? Oh, thank Goddess, we thought something had happened...."
"W-What?" She finally found the strength to stand, and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water on shaky legs.
"Well, other then the massive earthquake that we had..you weren't answering the phone.."
"Will, it's hard to answer it if you're unconscious, you know."
"Oh, Buffy..how did that.I mean..huh?" She could practically see the confused expression etched on Willow's face.
"The earthquake hit, I lost my balance, and my head had a face-to-face meeting with the coffee table in the living room." She rubbed the already- forming bump gently. "I guess someone felt I needed a souvenir."
"Ow?" Willow asked, full of concern.
"Yeah, big ow. You know what? Tell Giles I'm coming over there; I think I might have something researchyish." She had her back to the doorway as she grabbed a quick snack from the fridge.
"Okay. What is it though, do you know?"
"Well, before..it's..I'll tell you when I-"
"Buffy?"
She froze midsentence at the sound of the voice. That voice that she knew so well. 'No.no', her mind screamed at her, begging her not to turn around. 'Oh my God.. It's him...they did it...whoever it was, they did it...they brought him back..'
"Buffy?"
Her eyes widened as she faced him, hazel meeting cerulean blue. She didn't move; she couldn't if she wanted to. She was frozen by those eyes. The phone slipped from her hand, and she made no move to stop it.
In the blink of an eye, Spike had it in his hand, saving it from shattering all over the kitchen floor.
"She'll be there in a minute, Red." He hung up the phone and set it on the counter, slowly approaching her until they were practically touching.
Buffy was still standing there, her eyes studying him. She didn't know where he had come from, but it was obvious he had been naked. He was wrapped in the blanket off of the couch. Wherever he had been, they didn't appreciate clothing. His voice brought her out of her thoughts as he asked her a simple question.
"You want to tell me what I'm doing here, pet?"
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A/N~ Okay, it was short, and for some it might have sucked, but I don't care. I'm getting into it!
R&R. Please.
