Hey guys! I should be updating more now, I'm so so sorry for the earlier delay. Thank you SO much for the wonderful reviews, I love you guys so much! The more you review, the more I am motivated to right, just keep that in mind ;)
I know my chapters are short, but I like each chapter to have a message and a turning point, if that makes any sence. I cant stand writing about the same thing for a long time. The chapters will get pregressivly longer as the story gets going.
I received a review from someone asking why Glory was still alive. Hmm well, to answer your question, in my story Giles never killed Glory, he was busy taking Willow away after Tara died and Willow went all "Hell-Witch". I'm sorry I didn't explain that well enough. Anyways, keep up the great reviews, you all are great! And my inspiration =0) If you want to talk to me, my AIM screen name is xCaliLuvin916x
Special thanks to Heba ("herba") for being ever so patient with me. (See, I have to live with her, she was very displeased with me). I loved her summery "Run, nibblet!!! Sorry, I won't be updating, bye!" haha, thanks for waiting heba.
And also, I would like to apologize for the punctuation and few spelling mistakes in the earlier chapters. Word wasn't uploading correctly, and I didn't run spell check *guilty*
Disclaimer: All belongs to Joss, blah blah same ol same ol. Now, back to the show! *Curtains rise to tumultuous applause*
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Minutes seemed like hours, as the two of them ran. Neither of them knew whether Glory had followed them, and they didn't have time to stick around and find out. Spike had hold of Dawn's hand, with no intention of letting go. 'This is the Key, along with Buffy's lil' sis', he thought to himself. 'Buffy jumped off a bleedin' tower to save her! I owe it to her, to Buffy, to save the Lil' Bit. . . . Buffy would be so disappointed in me if I let Dawn's life slip between my fingers, when she had put her trust in me.'
'But remind me, Spike, why am I doing this again? Helping a bloody hum- er, a human? Buffy's dead, that's what I had always wanted, right? Cor, I'm supposed to be the bloody Big Bad 'round here!' Spike's mind raced with questions that only his heart knew, but mind had failed to accept. 'Dawn's still young. Much too young to die, especially like this! It's bloody hell for her, I can feel it in her heart beat, and see it in her eyes.' At the thought of Dawn's eyes, Spike squeezed her hand a little tighter. They were nearing the outskirts of the cemetery now; he could see the white glow of the granite tombs and headstones.
'Those eyes. . . those eyes hold so much trust for a fifteen year old, so much knowledge. When she looks at me with those eyes. . . I feel so accepted. She was the only one out of the whole bloody group that didn't want me to change, in one way or another. She's my Nibblet, My Lil' Bit. Stop making excuses for saving her, to save your ego, Spike. You love the girl.' At that moment, Spike accepted his love for Dawn. He cared about her more than any other single person on the God-forsaken Earth. Dawn was the one person he had, and would a thousand times over risk his un-life for. In truth, Dawn was the only person he had at all, and he knew that he was all that she had as well.
When they reached the giant granite slab of Spike's tomb, Dawn leaned up against the wall and slid to the floor. Spike fumbled with a metal chain for what seemed like hours, and finally the door creaked open. He looked around for Dawn, and saw her passed out on the ground. He reached down and gently pulled her into his embrace. She snuggled into his leather duster and sighed. After closing the crypt door behind him, Spike strode across the makeshift living room and sat down on the couch, Dawn still snuggled comfortably in his lap. He carefully swung his legs out so that he was lying down, and pulled Dawn in close to his chest. Spike kissed both of her cheeks and then her forehead. He breathed in her uniquely beautiful scent, and growled low with content. Unconsciously, he began stoking her hair and humming an old English tune quietly. When he finished, he drifted off to sleep, lulled by the now stronger beat of her heart.
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Okay I know that was so cheesy. And short. Sorry :-/ thanks for spell and grammer checking for me Heba!
Oooh . . . what's that down there? Oh! It's a review button! *holds out basket of cookies*
mad love//bri
I know my chapters are short, but I like each chapter to have a message and a turning point, if that makes any sence. I cant stand writing about the same thing for a long time. The chapters will get pregressivly longer as the story gets going.
I received a review from someone asking why Glory was still alive. Hmm well, to answer your question, in my story Giles never killed Glory, he was busy taking Willow away after Tara died and Willow went all "Hell-Witch". I'm sorry I didn't explain that well enough. Anyways, keep up the great reviews, you all are great! And my inspiration =0) If you want to talk to me, my AIM screen name is xCaliLuvin916x
Special thanks to Heba ("herba") for being ever so patient with me. (See, I have to live with her, she was very displeased with me). I loved her summery "Run, nibblet!!! Sorry, I won't be updating, bye!" haha, thanks for waiting heba.
And also, I would like to apologize for the punctuation and few spelling mistakes in the earlier chapters. Word wasn't uploading correctly, and I didn't run spell check *guilty*
Disclaimer: All belongs to Joss, blah blah same ol same ol. Now, back to the show! *Curtains rise to tumultuous applause*
- - - - - - - - - - - -
Minutes seemed like hours, as the two of them ran. Neither of them knew whether Glory had followed them, and they didn't have time to stick around and find out. Spike had hold of Dawn's hand, with no intention of letting go. 'This is the Key, along with Buffy's lil' sis', he thought to himself. 'Buffy jumped off a bleedin' tower to save her! I owe it to her, to Buffy, to save the Lil' Bit. . . . Buffy would be so disappointed in me if I let Dawn's life slip between my fingers, when she had put her trust in me.'
'But remind me, Spike, why am I doing this again? Helping a bloody hum- er, a human? Buffy's dead, that's what I had always wanted, right? Cor, I'm supposed to be the bloody Big Bad 'round here!' Spike's mind raced with questions that only his heart knew, but mind had failed to accept. 'Dawn's still young. Much too young to die, especially like this! It's bloody hell for her, I can feel it in her heart beat, and see it in her eyes.' At the thought of Dawn's eyes, Spike squeezed her hand a little tighter. They were nearing the outskirts of the cemetery now; he could see the white glow of the granite tombs and headstones.
'Those eyes. . . those eyes hold so much trust for a fifteen year old, so much knowledge. When she looks at me with those eyes. . . I feel so accepted. She was the only one out of the whole bloody group that didn't want me to change, in one way or another. She's my Nibblet, My Lil' Bit. Stop making excuses for saving her, to save your ego, Spike. You love the girl.' At that moment, Spike accepted his love for Dawn. He cared about her more than any other single person on the God-forsaken Earth. Dawn was the one person he had, and would a thousand times over risk his un-life for. In truth, Dawn was the only person he had at all, and he knew that he was all that she had as well.
When they reached the giant granite slab of Spike's tomb, Dawn leaned up against the wall and slid to the floor. Spike fumbled with a metal chain for what seemed like hours, and finally the door creaked open. He looked around for Dawn, and saw her passed out on the ground. He reached down and gently pulled her into his embrace. She snuggled into his leather duster and sighed. After closing the crypt door behind him, Spike strode across the makeshift living room and sat down on the couch, Dawn still snuggled comfortably in his lap. He carefully swung his legs out so that he was lying down, and pulled Dawn in close to his chest. Spike kissed both of her cheeks and then her forehead. He breathed in her uniquely beautiful scent, and growled low with content. Unconsciously, he began stoking her hair and humming an old English tune quietly. When he finished, he drifted off to sleep, lulled by the now stronger beat of her heart.
~*~*~
Okay I know that was so cheesy. And short. Sorry :-/ thanks for spell and grammer checking for me Heba!
Oooh . . . what's that down there? Oh! It's a review button! *holds out basket of cookies*
mad love//bri