Disclaimer: Only Rowan and her family belong to me, all other characters
belong to Fox Co. and Joss Whedon.
Buffy opened her eyes, and blinked away the blurriness in her eyes. She smiled, looking at the light pouring through her window. She was about to get up when the memories of the night before came back to her. The sight of Spike with the naked werewolf/princess who brought some sob story about her family getting killed. It irked her that Spike had gotten so angry, when usually he was trying to get in her pants. The iron taste of anger bloomed in her mouth. She got up, thankful that it was Saturday. She shook her head, smiled in a disgustingly saccharin way, and headed for the bathroom for a long, hot shower.
Spike woke up, and thought for a second he was back in Ireland, about 300 years ago. He saw Rowan on his arm, and wondered if he was back in the good ol' days. Then he too felt the onslaught of memories. How Rowan had burst in his crypt, bare-assed naked (which isn't odd for werewolves, who are only completely clothed in front of humans.), and told about her at least 150 member pack getting wiped out, all of them dead. Spike shivered with anger, wanting to kill all those who had killed the pack. Gabriel, Rowan's father, had accepted Spike when he had been underground, newly turned and confused. When Drusilla had abandoned him for Angel. He had run, hunted, killed, and played with them. Rowan's brother, Daniel, the eldest among Gabriel's children, had befriended him, and shown him the secret pleasure of killing humans with a grace and style only attributed to wolves. He cringed when he thought of the terror and pain Rowan must be going through. He held her close for a second, and whispered in her ear she was safe with him. And she woke up, looked in his eyes, and smiled.
Rowan awoke, and was terrified, only split-second, images of fire and silver flashing through her mind, all the horrifying pictures that make up a memory. She relaxed when she saw Spike leaning above her, and saw the concern and care reflected in his eyes. She saw in his pupils hunts, runs, and all the times they had shared together with her family. Her brothers; Daniel, Stephen, Erik, and Michael; had taken a liking to him immediately, while his mother babied him as if she had borne him herself. Her sister, Astrel, had fallen for him hard, and acted like a cub around him, jumping and being irritating, hoping he'd notice. But Spike had chosen her, Rowan, the youngest adolescent (she only had about 87 years under her paws at the time), as his confidant and friend. They were running-mates, and loved to try and out hunt each other. She finally felt safe now, next to him, smelling his scent of soap and spice, and his warmth filled her in more ways than one. She wished the moment would never end. But it did.
Spike kissed Rowan's forehead, and got up to shower. (One of his many secrets was he had plumbing in a mausoleum.) He said, over his shoulder, "There's nothing to eat in the fridge, so I recommend you go hunt, love. I'll be out in a jiff." He jumped in the shower, relishing the feeling of hot water. He smiled, wondering what that snotty bitch of a Slayer was up too. Maybe he and Rowan would stop by the Summers' residence. Let those wankers meet a real werewolf. Plus Harmony hadn't left that many bits of clothing. And Spike knew how quickly Rowan went through clothes. She had a bad habit of Changing while clothed. It kinda destroyed the material. He shut off the water and toweled dry. When he had pulled on his jeans and boots, he grabbed a shirt and walked into the living room, where he found Rowan watching television. "I thought you were going to grab a bite to eat?" he asked, before noticing the blood on her cheek. She smiled at him, her usually white teeth stained red, and much longer than a few minutes before. "Um.nevermind, then." He laughed, a deep feral sounding thing. "You still bring out the animal in me," he said after his chuckle. "When night falls, we're going to take a nice little visit, okay, love?" Rowan nodded, then laughed at the cartoons on the screen.
Author's note: Okay, I know, just a little odd, but oh, well. To anyone who knows me.Can you guess why Rowan watches cartoons? Hahaha. Well, no flamers, please.
Buffy opened her eyes, and blinked away the blurriness in her eyes. She smiled, looking at the light pouring through her window. She was about to get up when the memories of the night before came back to her. The sight of Spike with the naked werewolf/princess who brought some sob story about her family getting killed. It irked her that Spike had gotten so angry, when usually he was trying to get in her pants. The iron taste of anger bloomed in her mouth. She got up, thankful that it was Saturday. She shook her head, smiled in a disgustingly saccharin way, and headed for the bathroom for a long, hot shower.
Spike woke up, and thought for a second he was back in Ireland, about 300 years ago. He saw Rowan on his arm, and wondered if he was back in the good ol' days. Then he too felt the onslaught of memories. How Rowan had burst in his crypt, bare-assed naked (which isn't odd for werewolves, who are only completely clothed in front of humans.), and told about her at least 150 member pack getting wiped out, all of them dead. Spike shivered with anger, wanting to kill all those who had killed the pack. Gabriel, Rowan's father, had accepted Spike when he had been underground, newly turned and confused. When Drusilla had abandoned him for Angel. He had run, hunted, killed, and played with them. Rowan's brother, Daniel, the eldest among Gabriel's children, had befriended him, and shown him the secret pleasure of killing humans with a grace and style only attributed to wolves. He cringed when he thought of the terror and pain Rowan must be going through. He held her close for a second, and whispered in her ear she was safe with him. And she woke up, looked in his eyes, and smiled.
Rowan awoke, and was terrified, only split-second, images of fire and silver flashing through her mind, all the horrifying pictures that make up a memory. She relaxed when she saw Spike leaning above her, and saw the concern and care reflected in his eyes. She saw in his pupils hunts, runs, and all the times they had shared together with her family. Her brothers; Daniel, Stephen, Erik, and Michael; had taken a liking to him immediately, while his mother babied him as if she had borne him herself. Her sister, Astrel, had fallen for him hard, and acted like a cub around him, jumping and being irritating, hoping he'd notice. But Spike had chosen her, Rowan, the youngest adolescent (she only had about 87 years under her paws at the time), as his confidant and friend. They were running-mates, and loved to try and out hunt each other. She finally felt safe now, next to him, smelling his scent of soap and spice, and his warmth filled her in more ways than one. She wished the moment would never end. But it did.
Spike kissed Rowan's forehead, and got up to shower. (One of his many secrets was he had plumbing in a mausoleum.) He said, over his shoulder, "There's nothing to eat in the fridge, so I recommend you go hunt, love. I'll be out in a jiff." He jumped in the shower, relishing the feeling of hot water. He smiled, wondering what that snotty bitch of a Slayer was up too. Maybe he and Rowan would stop by the Summers' residence. Let those wankers meet a real werewolf. Plus Harmony hadn't left that many bits of clothing. And Spike knew how quickly Rowan went through clothes. She had a bad habit of Changing while clothed. It kinda destroyed the material. He shut off the water and toweled dry. When he had pulled on his jeans and boots, he grabbed a shirt and walked into the living room, where he found Rowan watching television. "I thought you were going to grab a bite to eat?" he asked, before noticing the blood on her cheek. She smiled at him, her usually white teeth stained red, and much longer than a few minutes before. "Um.nevermind, then." He laughed, a deep feral sounding thing. "You still bring out the animal in me," he said after his chuckle. "When night falls, we're going to take a nice little visit, okay, love?" Rowan nodded, then laughed at the cartoons on the screen.
Author's note: Okay, I know, just a little odd, but oh, well. To anyone who knows me.Can you guess why Rowan watches cartoons? Hahaha. Well, no flamers, please.