Hey all, it's Kelly. Just thought i'd drop in some notes. Special thanks to Tariq-the reviewer who reminded me i had lost track of everyone else! This chapter ties up some loose ends i left in the story, and informs you of everyone else's wherabouts. Thanks to all you guys who reviewed!
-**I dont own BtVs or AtS...**-
Willow walked down the halls of the hotel, searching for Buffy.Giles had informed her of the events of the past 48 hours. She figured Buffy would need someone to talk to. Willow walked into Buffy's hotel room to find it abandoned. A little voice in her head whispered 'Spike.' She knew. Buffy would go to Spike. Willow turned and ran out of Buffy's room down the hall to elevators. Pushing the floor for Spike and Giles room, she tapped her foot impatiently.
Buffy stared into Spike's clear, troubled blue eyes. "I lost you." She whispered brokenly.
"I know."He whispered back.
Thoughts began running through Buffy's mind.'This isn't possible. Oh god, hes right here. Shit! What if Angel left? Why cant anything ever go right? Where's Will? Or Oz? How could i loose track of everyone else?! I need to patrol i need to go-'
Spike sighed.
"Slayer, luv,I need to take myself a jolly good nap if you don't mind, pet. Don't worry, im bolting the doors."
Buffy nodded, not really looking at him. She stood, as did Spike.Just as Buffy was walking out she turned and ran to Spike. She jumped into his arm's and gave him a hug that would have killed a regular man. He clutched her back, slightly shocked. The slayer had never hugged him. Then she turned and sprinted out of the building. Spike shook his head and stared after the strange girl. He locked the doors, as he promised and collapsed on the bed.
Oz watched on as Buffy ran out of the building. He sighed slowly to himself. What a mess the small, powerful slayers life had become. He turned away from the window. He was standing in Buffy's hotel room. He had had as Willow had rushed in and out of the room. Oz left a scribbled note on Buffy's pillow. He slowly walked to the elevators. As he rode down, he prayed no one would be in the hotel lobby. His wish was granted,as it was nearly empty. 'Well, it is 1 in the morning.' He slowly walked out of the hotel's gold door's and into the cool, Los Angeles night. As he walked to his trusted van, he shivered. He was off again, not looking back. Climbing into his van, he started it and peeled out of the parking lot. Turning left, he decided to let the road guide him to somewhere new.
Willow knocked on Spike's door.
"Cor-bloody hell! Can't a man get any bleedin' sleep?! Come back in the bloody afternoon, yah silly wanker!"
Willow blushed a deep shade and darted down the hall. She turned and ran to the bar, where Giles had said he would be. Running in, she saw him drinking something from a fancy glass and talking to a slightly attractive older woman, in her late 30's or very early 40's. Walking over Giles' head snapped up when he saw Willow.
"Um, Giles I cant find Buffy!"
The woman beside him laughed softly.
"Do you always loose track of your slayer then?"
Willow surveryed the woman. She looked almost like someone from the council would. Willow turned her questioning gaze to Giles.
"Oh! Willow! This is Amanda, and old colleague of mine. And as for Buffy, she is probably off doing what she does almost everynight, amd what tha slayers before her did also."
He said sharply, but with a kind smile. With a resigned sigh, Willow nodded and walked out of the bar. She decided she would go to sleep, and catch Buffy in the morning.
Back at the Angel Investigation's hotel, things were running almost normally. Except for the fact that they were missing thier vampire. Fred was watching a movie with Gunn, Cordeila was online buying shoes, and Wesley was reading and old book from the council. He raed a passage that caught his attention in shock.
'The slayer was thought to only serve one purpose. To slay vampires and give her life to protect the world when that time comes. But it has been hidden for years that the slayer is made for many other things. For instance, the slayer can bring a vampire to it's original state of human, given the right time and spell. She can also carry a vampires child if so willed by the chosen one. If a slayer is turned, she will not become a vampire, but an uber-slayer, virtually unstoppable. But there are grave consequences, as she will have no memory of her human life is she is turned, her only goal to slay. She would be ruthless, and instead of good, she would bring bad. We can only hope the chosen one never falls for a vampire.'
Wesley felt his hands began to sweat, as he clutched the book hard in his hand's. Buffy had already had 2 vampires. Oh God. He quickly ran to the phone to call Giles. How could they have missed this! How?!
Angel watched from behind a huge cript as Buffy fought. 4 vampires, and neither of them had managed to touch a hair on her body. She was like something from the Matrix, or X-Men, an unbeatable force. Angel felt the nobility he had earlier about letting her go fade as she fought. It was like when he was away from her he could picture letting her go, but as soon as he saw those bright hazel eyes, he was under her spell. It was worse then the ever aching bloodlust in his skin, the memory of the things he did, it was something he NEEDED. It was, ultimately, passion. What Angelus had once thought rang through Angel mind. 'Passion rules us all. And though unwanted, unbidden, it will open it jaw's and howl.' And it was true. With Darla, it had been lust. Druesilla, obsession. The girls in the alleys back when he was human, just something to fill the time. Buffy was different. He watched again and she was tossed by a vampire but instead of falling she landed in a graceful crouch and lept back up instantly, flinging herself 20 feet at the last vampire. He grabbed her arm but she pulled away and swung her leg out in an expert kick. He fell to the ground and Buffy lept, smashing him deeper into the grass. She staked him with the air of someone who was swatting away a fly.
"You're amazing."
Buffy turns and looks at Angel. She wants to be angry with him but Spike coming back has given her, as Xander would put it, a major happy.
"Spike's alive."
Angel stared. He knew it must have been the powers. Willow could bring Buffy back, but she can't bring something back from dust. Angel looked at her.
"I love him Angel."
Angel's eyes closed.
-**I dont own BtVs or AtS...**-
Willow walked down the halls of the hotel, searching for Buffy.Giles had informed her of the events of the past 48 hours. She figured Buffy would need someone to talk to. Willow walked into Buffy's hotel room to find it abandoned. A little voice in her head whispered 'Spike.' She knew. Buffy would go to Spike. Willow turned and ran out of Buffy's room down the hall to elevators. Pushing the floor for Spike and Giles room, she tapped her foot impatiently.
Buffy stared into Spike's clear, troubled blue eyes. "I lost you." She whispered brokenly.
"I know."He whispered back.
Thoughts began running through Buffy's mind.'This isn't possible. Oh god, hes right here. Shit! What if Angel left? Why cant anything ever go right? Where's Will? Or Oz? How could i loose track of everyone else?! I need to patrol i need to go-'
Spike sighed.
"Slayer, luv,I need to take myself a jolly good nap if you don't mind, pet. Don't worry, im bolting the doors."
Buffy nodded, not really looking at him. She stood, as did Spike.Just as Buffy was walking out she turned and ran to Spike. She jumped into his arm's and gave him a hug that would have killed a regular man. He clutched her back, slightly shocked. The slayer had never hugged him. Then she turned and sprinted out of the building. Spike shook his head and stared after the strange girl. He locked the doors, as he promised and collapsed on the bed.
Oz watched on as Buffy ran out of the building. He sighed slowly to himself. What a mess the small, powerful slayers life had become. He turned away from the window. He was standing in Buffy's hotel room. He had had as Willow had rushed in and out of the room. Oz left a scribbled note on Buffy's pillow. He slowly walked to the elevators. As he rode down, he prayed no one would be in the hotel lobby. His wish was granted,as it was nearly empty. 'Well, it is 1 in the morning.' He slowly walked out of the hotel's gold door's and into the cool, Los Angeles night. As he walked to his trusted van, he shivered. He was off again, not looking back. Climbing into his van, he started it and peeled out of the parking lot. Turning left, he decided to let the road guide him to somewhere new.
Willow knocked on Spike's door.
"Cor-bloody hell! Can't a man get any bleedin' sleep?! Come back in the bloody afternoon, yah silly wanker!"
Willow blushed a deep shade and darted down the hall. She turned and ran to the bar, where Giles had said he would be. Running in, she saw him drinking something from a fancy glass and talking to a slightly attractive older woman, in her late 30's or very early 40's. Walking over Giles' head snapped up when he saw Willow.
"Um, Giles I cant find Buffy!"
The woman beside him laughed softly.
"Do you always loose track of your slayer then?"
Willow surveryed the woman. She looked almost like someone from the council would. Willow turned her questioning gaze to Giles.
"Oh! Willow! This is Amanda, and old colleague of mine. And as for Buffy, she is probably off doing what she does almost everynight, amd what tha slayers before her did also."
He said sharply, but with a kind smile. With a resigned sigh, Willow nodded and walked out of the bar. She decided she would go to sleep, and catch Buffy in the morning.
Back at the Angel Investigation's hotel, things were running almost normally. Except for the fact that they were missing thier vampire. Fred was watching a movie with Gunn, Cordeila was online buying shoes, and Wesley was reading and old book from the council. He raed a passage that caught his attention in shock.
'The slayer was thought to only serve one purpose. To slay vampires and give her life to protect the world when that time comes. But it has been hidden for years that the slayer is made for many other things. For instance, the slayer can bring a vampire to it's original state of human, given the right time and spell. She can also carry a vampires child if so willed by the chosen one. If a slayer is turned, she will not become a vampire, but an uber-slayer, virtually unstoppable. But there are grave consequences, as she will have no memory of her human life is she is turned, her only goal to slay. She would be ruthless, and instead of good, she would bring bad. We can only hope the chosen one never falls for a vampire.'
Wesley felt his hands began to sweat, as he clutched the book hard in his hand's. Buffy had already had 2 vampires. Oh God. He quickly ran to the phone to call Giles. How could they have missed this! How?!
Angel watched from behind a huge cript as Buffy fought. 4 vampires, and neither of them had managed to touch a hair on her body. She was like something from the Matrix, or X-Men, an unbeatable force. Angel felt the nobility he had earlier about letting her go fade as she fought. It was like when he was away from her he could picture letting her go, but as soon as he saw those bright hazel eyes, he was under her spell. It was worse then the ever aching bloodlust in his skin, the memory of the things he did, it was something he NEEDED. It was, ultimately, passion. What Angelus had once thought rang through Angel mind. 'Passion rules us all. And though unwanted, unbidden, it will open it jaw's and howl.' And it was true. With Darla, it had been lust. Druesilla, obsession. The girls in the alleys back when he was human, just something to fill the time. Buffy was different. He watched again and she was tossed by a vampire but instead of falling she landed in a graceful crouch and lept back up instantly, flinging herself 20 feet at the last vampire. He grabbed her arm but she pulled away and swung her leg out in an expert kick. He fell to the ground and Buffy lept, smashing him deeper into the grass. She staked him with the air of someone who was swatting away a fly.
"You're amazing."
Buffy turns and looks at Angel. She wants to be angry with him but Spike coming back has given her, as Xander would put it, a major happy.
"Spike's alive."
Angel stared. He knew it must have been the powers. Willow could bring Buffy back, but she can't bring something back from dust. Angel looked at her.
"I love him Angel."
Angel's eyes closed.
