Disclaimer: okay so what they are not my characters a girl can have dreams
cant she
Buffy woke up groping the sheets desperately looking for her lover, but he was not there. It had just been yet again another dream, no spike here. She jumped up and started to get ready. Today was the day they would be together she hoped?
She slipped on her purple gypsy top and her denim flairs brushed her hair into a ponytail and left to her favourite cemetery.
Spike POV
Spike was casually lying naked on the bed in a lazy light sleep. He knew the slayer was coming he could feel her approaching. So he decided he would make a better impression of himself and put on his trademark black discoloring jeans.
He was just doing up the belt buckle as he heard the creaky door swing open and slam up against the wall. He hoisted himself back up to the first level and dreamily looked up at her. "And what did I do to deserve to get the enjoyment of your presence 'ere slayer" he asked her cockily
"Spike we need to talk" she told him lovingly
"Yeah Luv, I believe we do"
"That kiss…" she started
He decided to play with her about just for a joke of course
"Was a mistake, I know" he replied smoothly
Buffy POV
Buffy stood there gob smacked it felt like he had just picked up a troll hammer and hit her round the face with it.
Her eyes were welling up with tears she pulled them back quickly, her pain from that clause she had spoken was more painful than if he had picked up a rust covered blade and had slowly pushed it into her heart inch by each dreadful inch.
She started towards the door and turned the iron ring.
"Yep that was exactly what I had come to say" she replied hastily
Spike POV
She strutted out of the door and left a surprised spike frozen to the spot till the load slam of paneled door brought him back to the world of the living or undead is maybe a better word for him to use.
Well mate that was a bloody mistake I think she had genuinely came for love from me
Buffy POV
She had managed to get her self a few meters from the crypt till she had let her tears run freely down her face. Her sadness cascading down her gently tanned skin she had slumped down into the side of a gravestone leaning against it for support. He slayer senses were totally off and did not notice the fledgling vampire approaching her in a stealthy pace. Seconds later dirt covered hands clasped over her mouth to upset to fight properly she was thrashed horribly. Trying with all her might to make a come back she noticed his grubby scabbed hands were covering her mouth and nose and were stopping her from breathing.
The world around her was fading, trees and tombs blending together in a messy green and gray paint like pattern. The young vampire towered victoriously above her, a snarl twisting his features. His eyes, a dark shade of chocolate brown piercing her deeper than his fangs which were piercing the delicate skin of her jugular, blood trickled down it like a river does down a rocky mountain. Laughter rang through her ears as if she was standing beside a foghorn, the sound slowly distancing, as was her sight till she was aware of only the mahogany black of nothingness and the silence of death.
Am I dead
Short chapter I know, but I will put another one in a couple hours okay
Buffy woke up groping the sheets desperately looking for her lover, but he was not there. It had just been yet again another dream, no spike here. She jumped up and started to get ready. Today was the day they would be together she hoped?
She slipped on her purple gypsy top and her denim flairs brushed her hair into a ponytail and left to her favourite cemetery.
Spike POV
Spike was casually lying naked on the bed in a lazy light sleep. He knew the slayer was coming he could feel her approaching. So he decided he would make a better impression of himself and put on his trademark black discoloring jeans.
He was just doing up the belt buckle as he heard the creaky door swing open and slam up against the wall. He hoisted himself back up to the first level and dreamily looked up at her. "And what did I do to deserve to get the enjoyment of your presence 'ere slayer" he asked her cockily
"Spike we need to talk" she told him lovingly
"Yeah Luv, I believe we do"
"That kiss…" she started
He decided to play with her about just for a joke of course
"Was a mistake, I know" he replied smoothly
Buffy POV
Buffy stood there gob smacked it felt like he had just picked up a troll hammer and hit her round the face with it.
Her eyes were welling up with tears she pulled them back quickly, her pain from that clause she had spoken was more painful than if he had picked up a rust covered blade and had slowly pushed it into her heart inch by each dreadful inch.
She started towards the door and turned the iron ring.
"Yep that was exactly what I had come to say" she replied hastily
Spike POV
She strutted out of the door and left a surprised spike frozen to the spot till the load slam of paneled door brought him back to the world of the living or undead is maybe a better word for him to use.
Well mate that was a bloody mistake I think she had genuinely came for love from me
Buffy POV
She had managed to get her self a few meters from the crypt till she had let her tears run freely down her face. Her sadness cascading down her gently tanned skin she had slumped down into the side of a gravestone leaning against it for support. He slayer senses were totally off and did not notice the fledgling vampire approaching her in a stealthy pace. Seconds later dirt covered hands clasped over her mouth to upset to fight properly she was thrashed horribly. Trying with all her might to make a come back she noticed his grubby scabbed hands were covering her mouth and nose and were stopping her from breathing.
The world around her was fading, trees and tombs blending together in a messy green and gray paint like pattern. The young vampire towered victoriously above her, a snarl twisting his features. His eyes, a dark shade of chocolate brown piercing her deeper than his fangs which were piercing the delicate skin of her jugular, blood trickled down it like a river does down a rocky mountain. Laughter rang through her ears as if she was standing beside a foghorn, the sound slowly distancing, as was her sight till she was aware of only the mahogany black of nothingness and the silence of death.
Am I dead
Short chapter I know, but I will put another one in a couple hours okay
