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Once Buffy had made her rounds to see if everyone was settled in, she went upstairs to her room. Caitlin, Andrew, and Spike could be heard talking in the kitchen. More like Caitlin and Andrew were talking and Spike was sighing, glaring, and making the occasional sarcastic comment. Shellie and Xander were talking in his room, but Buffy's heightened Slayer senses would be able to tell if 'anything' happened.
Buffy, Spike, and Caitlin heard Shellie thrashing around at the same time. Caitlin nodded for Spike to go see what was going on, and when Buffy heard Spike's boot-clad feet stomping around, she knew he would take care of it.
Spike stopped just outside the door, and furrowed his brow. Why couldn't he smell the fragrance of lust and sex? He pushed the door open slightly, to see a 'sleeping-like-a-log' Xander. Spike saw Shellie curled up in a chair, moaning and flailing her free leg about. Spike stepped stealthily into the room, and touched Shellie's shaking shoulder. She rolled over to look at him, and he could tell that she wasn't really awake. He couldn't see the bright life that usually flowed just under her skin. Her eyes looked glazed and tired, yet she spoke in a clear voice.
"Yes?"
"Wake up, pet. You're dreaming."
"No, no. I'm counting all the things I've done. Bad spells, bad Shellie."
"What kind of spells?' Spike knew that meddling in magic didn't usually end up well.
"You...and Caitee. 'Tis a spell." She rolled over to stare at the back of a chair while her foot made circles in the air.
"It's a spell?" Confusion hit him. It had felt so real. "Take it off." He said firmly. She licked her wrist obscurely, an didn't say anything else.
Spike stood. "Oh bloody hell. The slayer!"
********* Caitlin felt like a 2x4 had hit her in the back of the head. Her whole skull was throbbing. She heard loud steps over her, and stood up.
"What was that?"
"Spike's probably, you know, shaaaaaaging the slayer." Andrew grinned at his use of Spike's words. They made him feel all masculine.
"What?" She furrowed her brow. "Why would he..."
" Oh, they were together, you know. But when I was here before, I got the feeling they were back together. He got his soul for her." Andrew went back to eating his sandwich. And Caitlin wandered out of the kitchen. Her head hurt even more.
Spike swung Buffy's door open, leaning on the door frame. She was looking through her closet, trying to find something to wear the next day. She had on a little black thong, and an open robe. Her slayer senses perked up when Spike came into the room, and she looked over. Spike was standing right next to her, his tantalizing blue eyes boring holes into her.
"Holy shit, Spike!" She went to tie her robe. His hands caught hers, and he pulled them to his chest without a struggle.
"I've seen them before, Slayer. Remember?' Her chest heaved against his with his words. He pulled her robe off, down her smooth arms, and shrugged his duster off. He peppered kisses for her jawbone to her cleavage, and his hands found her nipples as hard as rocks. As he softly caressed them, he heard a whimper of delight, and felt her clawing at his shirt.
They both suddenly heard a gasp from the door and a soft pitter-patter of feet down the stairs. Buffy pulled on sweat pants and tied her robe, and Spike grabbed his duster, before following her down the stairs, both knowing full well who had caught them.
As Caitlin flew out the back door, she felt the sting of hot tears streaming down her face. The weren't all tears of sorrow thought, but of anger. Her head began to ache painfully again. She saw herself collapse in the grass , and her heart slow. The last thought she had was, "Well, at least it doesn't hurt anymore."
Buffy sprang to the back door, passing Xander's room and calling to Shellie. She found the girl sprawled out in the grass, her chest rising and falling in an uneven pattern. The slayer took a few cautious steps toward Caitlin, and heard her laughing maniacally. Buffy knelt down to touch her on the arm, and she morphed. The black cat launched herself at Buffy's face, and with one swipe of her claws, gave the blonde a gash from her left temple to her upper lip. Buffy jumped back, and the cat jumped into a tree, hissing and spitting. Spike came running out the door, dragging Shellie, who was now fully awake. Spike ran over to Buffy, and held her to his chest, and Shellie reached her arms out to Caitlin. The black cat just spat, and sent a rain of bark down on her best friend. Shellie went over to Buffy, and moved the hand that was covering her bleeding face. She said a few words in Latin, and most of the scratches went away.
"Bloody hell! Why isn't it all gone?" Spike yelled.
Shellie examined Buffy's face carefully. "This is a magic-made mark of pure and unblinded hate. It won't go away until she completely forgives you." She looked at Spike tenderly holding Buffy. "Why is she so angry?"
"Well, YOU put a spell on us in the motel. I heard you talking about it, so I made you take it off. When you did, I sodding realized how much I had betrayed Buffy, and I went to talk to her."
"Let me guess. She caught you kissing with a lot less clothing than you usually wear?" Spike didn't look her straight in the eye, so Shellie took that as a yes. "I can't believe you. You don't think you betrayed her too?"
"It was never real!"
"I thought that you'd be better to her than he was." Shellie glared. "Listen I know I should get better control over my magic, but we've learned to deal with it. Does a sleepwalker usually respond well when you speak to them? Well, neither does a witch. I'm sorry we didn't warn you about talking to me in my dream-state. Last time a guy did this to her, broke her heart, she stayed in the tree for 2 weeks, then in the hospital for another week, because we had to starve her down."
"This has happened before?"
"Yep. She caught Zach making out with one of his old friends, Anna, who was just introduced to us."
"Like Buffy was just introduced to you."
"Oh my god..." Buffy stood up, and looked straight up into the tree. "I'm so so sorry. I'm sorry!" She started to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Spike came up and held her by the shoulders, but she shook him off and ran into the house.
"Good job, player boy." Shellie spun on her heel and walked calmly into the house. As Spike walked inside, he could swear he heard a choked kind of mewing, but told himself that cats did not cry.
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It had been 9 days since anyone had seen Caitlin, but every member of the household had heard her 24 hours a day. The choked mewing had been dubbed crying, and the hissing and growling was recognized as a tantrum. Shellie, Spike, and Buffy were especially nervous, because the last time she stopped making noise, everyone saw the gust of wind that was apparently bringing her back. Kennedy had been the one, though, that had brought up the topic that was rewarded with one big backhand from Shellie, earlier that day.
"Well, let's se, if she dies once a week, we've got about six weeks till she falls out of that tree?" She had looked around. "Seriously, isn't this a little ironic? She came here to help, supposedly, but instead we sit and wait for her carcass to come down?"
Kennedy had said it with such conviction, though, that Spike had been forced to think about how much she must've wanted him. To starve herself to death more than once.
Thinking about the tribulations he himself went through, Spike aimlessly wandered outside. He kicked through some weeds that were overflowing the Summers' yard, and found a rose that had poked it's way through the fence from the neighbor's bush. He pulled at it, and it came out easily in his hand. It was dark red, but there were a few brighter red petals in the center. It was very unique, and while he admired it's beauty, he heard Caitlin's mewing slow to a calm. He whirled around, aware that when she stopped making noise, she may have been dying. For his concern, the rose poked him with a thorn. He looked back at his bleeding finger, and then at the rose that had a speck of blood on it. Blood and roses... it reminded him of Dru. He recalled many years of erotic sex involving lots of blood and dead roses. At one point, the mental image would've made him grin, but now the thought held no emotion. He didn't feel angry or disgusted, but he didn't feel as melancholy as usual. Instead, he turned around, involuntarily, to face the tree. He saw a slender, pale arm swing down, limp. He cautiously approached the tree, and placed the rose in the hanging hand. Her arm retracted, dropping the rose onto the ground. Spike reached down, kissed the rose, and set it against the tree.
*****
Spike had gone inside, and checked on all the sleeping inhabitants of the house. He went to see Shellie first, who was locked in Xander's closet, due to the concern of many. He noticed Xander wasn't in his room, and found him in the dining room with Buffy telling him, Giles and Willow something important. "Probably just whiny Slayer talk." he thought. He made sure all the potentials were asleep in the living room, and started toward the basement, but found Andrew and Anya talking in the kitchen. He could smell their arousal. "Good. Girl's found someone besides the sodding chump to annoy." He went around the kitchen, and looked out the window to find that, seemingly, nothing had moved. He opened the door to the basement, and almost stepped on the rose that was on the first stair. He went down, and saw a small figure sitting on his cot.
"Hi Spike."
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Disclaimer: I still don't own anything. Do you seriously think that I would be posting stories here if I did? No offense, but seriously...I'd rather be making billions continuing Buffy with my super awesome versions and stories rather than just posting. You know? I...want to make a difference. **Patriotic music and American flag backdrop**...okay, that was a little off-topic but oh well...
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Once Buffy had made her rounds to see if everyone was settled in, she went upstairs to her room. Caitlin, Andrew, and Spike could be heard talking in the kitchen. More like Caitlin and Andrew were talking and Spike was sighing, glaring, and making the occasional sarcastic comment. Shellie and Xander were talking in his room, but Buffy's heightened Slayer senses would be able to tell if 'anything' happened.
Buffy, Spike, and Caitlin heard Shellie thrashing around at the same time. Caitlin nodded for Spike to go see what was going on, and when Buffy heard Spike's boot-clad feet stomping around, she knew he would take care of it.
Spike stopped just outside the door, and furrowed his brow. Why couldn't he smell the fragrance of lust and sex? He pushed the door open slightly, to see a 'sleeping-like-a-log' Xander. Spike saw Shellie curled up in a chair, moaning and flailing her free leg about. Spike stepped stealthily into the room, and touched Shellie's shaking shoulder. She rolled over to look at him, and he could tell that she wasn't really awake. He couldn't see the bright life that usually flowed just under her skin. Her eyes looked glazed and tired, yet she spoke in a clear voice.
"Yes?"
"Wake up, pet. You're dreaming."
"No, no. I'm counting all the things I've done. Bad spells, bad Shellie."
"What kind of spells?' Spike knew that meddling in magic didn't usually end up well.
"You...and Caitee. 'Tis a spell." She rolled over to stare at the back of a chair while her foot made circles in the air.
"It's a spell?" Confusion hit him. It had felt so real. "Take it off." He said firmly. She licked her wrist obscurely, an didn't say anything else.
Spike stood. "Oh bloody hell. The slayer!"
********* Caitlin felt like a 2x4 had hit her in the back of the head. Her whole skull was throbbing. She heard loud steps over her, and stood up.
"What was that?"
"Spike's probably, you know, shaaaaaaging the slayer." Andrew grinned at his use of Spike's words. They made him feel all masculine.
"What?" She furrowed her brow. "Why would he..."
" Oh, they were together, you know. But when I was here before, I got the feeling they were back together. He got his soul for her." Andrew went back to eating his sandwich. And Caitlin wandered out of the kitchen. Her head hurt even more.
Spike swung Buffy's door open, leaning on the door frame. She was looking through her closet, trying to find something to wear the next day. She had on a little black thong, and an open robe. Her slayer senses perked up when Spike came into the room, and she looked over. Spike was standing right next to her, his tantalizing blue eyes boring holes into her.
"Holy shit, Spike!" She went to tie her robe. His hands caught hers, and he pulled them to his chest without a struggle.
"I've seen them before, Slayer. Remember?' Her chest heaved against his with his words. He pulled her robe off, down her smooth arms, and shrugged his duster off. He peppered kisses for her jawbone to her cleavage, and his hands found her nipples as hard as rocks. As he softly caressed them, he heard a whimper of delight, and felt her clawing at his shirt.
They both suddenly heard a gasp from the door and a soft pitter-patter of feet down the stairs. Buffy pulled on sweat pants and tied her robe, and Spike grabbed his duster, before following her down the stairs, both knowing full well who had caught them.
As Caitlin flew out the back door, she felt the sting of hot tears streaming down her face. The weren't all tears of sorrow thought, but of anger. Her head began to ache painfully again. She saw herself collapse in the grass , and her heart slow. The last thought she had was, "Well, at least it doesn't hurt anymore."
Buffy sprang to the back door, passing Xander's room and calling to Shellie. She found the girl sprawled out in the grass, her chest rising and falling in an uneven pattern. The slayer took a few cautious steps toward Caitlin, and heard her laughing maniacally. Buffy knelt down to touch her on the arm, and she morphed. The black cat launched herself at Buffy's face, and with one swipe of her claws, gave the blonde a gash from her left temple to her upper lip. Buffy jumped back, and the cat jumped into a tree, hissing and spitting. Spike came running out the door, dragging Shellie, who was now fully awake. Spike ran over to Buffy, and held her to his chest, and Shellie reached her arms out to Caitlin. The black cat just spat, and sent a rain of bark down on her best friend. Shellie went over to Buffy, and moved the hand that was covering her bleeding face. She said a few words in Latin, and most of the scratches went away.
"Bloody hell! Why isn't it all gone?" Spike yelled.
Shellie examined Buffy's face carefully. "This is a magic-made mark of pure and unblinded hate. It won't go away until she completely forgives you." She looked at Spike tenderly holding Buffy. "Why is she so angry?"
"Well, YOU put a spell on us in the motel. I heard you talking about it, so I made you take it off. When you did, I sodding realized how much I had betrayed Buffy, and I went to talk to her."
"Let me guess. She caught you kissing with a lot less clothing than you usually wear?" Spike didn't look her straight in the eye, so Shellie took that as a yes. "I can't believe you. You don't think you betrayed her too?"
"It was never real!"
"I thought that you'd be better to her than he was." Shellie glared. "Listen I know I should get better control over my magic, but we've learned to deal with it. Does a sleepwalker usually respond well when you speak to them? Well, neither does a witch. I'm sorry we didn't warn you about talking to me in my dream-state. Last time a guy did this to her, broke her heart, she stayed in the tree for 2 weeks, then in the hospital for another week, because we had to starve her down."
"This has happened before?"
"Yep. She caught Zach making out with one of his old friends, Anna, who was just introduced to us."
"Like Buffy was just introduced to you."
"Oh my god..." Buffy stood up, and looked straight up into the tree. "I'm so so sorry. I'm sorry!" She started to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Spike came up and held her by the shoulders, but she shook him off and ran into the house.
"Good job, player boy." Shellie spun on her heel and walked calmly into the house. As Spike walked inside, he could swear he heard a choked kind of mewing, but told himself that cats did not cry.
******
It had been 9 days since anyone had seen Caitlin, but every member of the household had heard her 24 hours a day. The choked mewing had been dubbed crying, and the hissing and growling was recognized as a tantrum. Shellie, Spike, and Buffy were especially nervous, because the last time she stopped making noise, everyone saw the gust of wind that was apparently bringing her back. Kennedy had been the one, though, that had brought up the topic that was rewarded with one big backhand from Shellie, earlier that day.
"Well, let's se, if she dies once a week, we've got about six weeks till she falls out of that tree?" She had looked around. "Seriously, isn't this a little ironic? She came here to help, supposedly, but instead we sit and wait for her carcass to come down?"
Kennedy had said it with such conviction, though, that Spike had been forced to think about how much she must've wanted him. To starve herself to death more than once.
Thinking about the tribulations he himself went through, Spike aimlessly wandered outside. He kicked through some weeds that were overflowing the Summers' yard, and found a rose that had poked it's way through the fence from the neighbor's bush. He pulled at it, and it came out easily in his hand. It was dark red, but there were a few brighter red petals in the center. It was very unique, and while he admired it's beauty, he heard Caitlin's mewing slow to a calm. He whirled around, aware that when she stopped making noise, she may have been dying. For his concern, the rose poked him with a thorn. He looked back at his bleeding finger, and then at the rose that had a speck of blood on it. Blood and roses... it reminded him of Dru. He recalled many years of erotic sex involving lots of blood and dead roses. At one point, the mental image would've made him grin, but now the thought held no emotion. He didn't feel angry or disgusted, but he didn't feel as melancholy as usual. Instead, he turned around, involuntarily, to face the tree. He saw a slender, pale arm swing down, limp. He cautiously approached the tree, and placed the rose in the hanging hand. Her arm retracted, dropping the rose onto the ground. Spike reached down, kissed the rose, and set it against the tree.
*****
Spike had gone inside, and checked on all the sleeping inhabitants of the house. He went to see Shellie first, who was locked in Xander's closet, due to the concern of many. He noticed Xander wasn't in his room, and found him in the dining room with Buffy telling him, Giles and Willow something important. "Probably just whiny Slayer talk." he thought. He made sure all the potentials were asleep in the living room, and started toward the basement, but found Andrew and Anya talking in the kitchen. He could smell their arousal. "Good. Girl's found someone besides the sodding chump to annoy." He went around the kitchen, and looked out the window to find that, seemingly, nothing had moved. He opened the door to the basement, and almost stepped on the rose that was on the first stair. He went down, and saw a small figure sitting on his cot.
"Hi Spike."
*****
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