Chapter 8 New Beginnings
A/N: I am totally and completely evil, and I repent for that fact. . .A fact in itself that I'm not * entirely * evil, but I think you're gonna ignore that over the fact of what I'm about to tell you. . . I'm jumping 'ships. Of course, there'll still be Spuffy-ness, but it's more gonna become of the friendly variety. Also, this is gonna get kinda wonky from here on out, in the time/universe standards. You might get confused, and you might wanna throw tomatoes at me. I'm * so * sorry. For not getting this up sooner, and for being evil. If you don't like femme-slash, please, forget this story. Rid it's evil-ness of your abused mind. And the new main ship is (Though only hinted upon in this chappie). . . Buffy/Faith. I'm really sorry. But I have to write what I feel the most inspired to write. On the other stories, that aren't already a separate ship, Spuffy shall prevail. Lots of love,
Andi
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~Fall, 1998~
A little girl sat huddled next to the moseleum, silently wishing she could just get it over with and send herself to hell.
'Coward.'
She struggled to stand up, dropping the stake to the ground. She remembered her talk with the annoying little man called Whistler, remembered agreeing to help the new slayer.
"She'll need you," he had said.
What would a slayer need with a vampire? A vampire who had seen this time before, but that was different. She remembered the last time--- The only thing * she * had gotten from a vampire was pain. Granted, she knew more now than he had, but still . . .
She would help her, she would leave. She would * not * get attached. She would * not * take advantage of the fact that this vampire's soul was permanent.
~1898~
Crying, tears, sobs. 34 years of killing without remorse. . . She should've known. Stupid gypsies, stupid curse, stupid her. Shoulda known. All happened before. . . Shoulda known.
"Buffy? Love?"
She looked up into the eyes of the vampire who'd been more to her than anyone else. Friend, lover, someone who was always there for her. . .
"Spike? It hurts. . ."
She whimpered, and curled into a ball on the floor of the forest. Tears streamed down her face as she cried.
"I shoulda known, baby. I shoulda known. . ."
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Spike was scared. Ever since Buffy had been called, she had been the strongest vampire he had known. To see her this scared, so helpless, so alone. . . It freaked him out.
Angelus and Darla had left long ago, leaving for Irelan. Said they needed a 'trip back home', but Spike knew that Angelus just didn't like to be shown up by a girl, a fact that Buffy played on eagerly. And Darla just went with Angelus.
Ever since they'd left, Spike, Dru, and Buffy had become a family of some sort. Dru loved and took care of Buffy like a mother would, and Spike had loved her as well as a soulless vampire could. To see her like this. . .
"What should you've known, ducks?"
She looked up at him with sad eyes.
"That I'd get a soul."
~May, 1998~
Willow and Giles looked up at the grungy-looking man walking through the library doors.
He sat down at the table and smiled sadly.
"My name's Whistler, and I know where your slayer is."
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After Giles had let go of the strangle-hold he'd had on the newcomer's neck and Whistler had explained who he was, he had told them all that the Powers knew of her disappearance.
"So what you're saying," Giles started, "Is that my slayer is off in another dimension and has been living for the past one-hundred and thirty- four years as a vamipire, and the past one-hundred of those years she has had a soul?
Whistler nodded.
"Dear God."
~Fall, 1998~
Spike looked around the cemetery quickly, trying to find the little girl that would run off every few years, bearing a wooden stake, bent on sending herself to the bowels of Hell. So far he had always caught her before she convinced herself, and it always made for an easy way to relocate, but he didn't want to press his luck.
Of course, the little girl was over a hundred years old, and about as innocent as the Devil himself, but. . .
The little girl walked up to him and curled up in his arms as he lifter her up and carried her to the mansion he had found on Crawford street.
She looked up at him with her large, green eyes and he found himself lost in her once more.
She sighed.
"I'm sorry, baby."
He smiled sadly and chuckled.
"S'ok, love. We'll get through this. . ."
She silently thanked him for his reassurance, however false.
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A/N: I think I know what I'm going to do with this, and I hope you don't hate me for taking so long and for changing ships. RL sucks. . . I'm also working on a new chapter for 'Who Am I'. I think I'm getting back into the swing of things, and as soon as I get back from * cough, cough * vacation, (Also known as house-hunting) I'm gonna change the layout of my site. All I need to do is reposition stuff, so it'll go quickly. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! Lots of love,
Andi
A/N: I am totally and completely evil, and I repent for that fact. . .A fact in itself that I'm not * entirely * evil, but I think you're gonna ignore that over the fact of what I'm about to tell you. . . I'm jumping 'ships. Of course, there'll still be Spuffy-ness, but it's more gonna become of the friendly variety. Also, this is gonna get kinda wonky from here on out, in the time/universe standards. You might get confused, and you might wanna throw tomatoes at me. I'm * so * sorry. For not getting this up sooner, and for being evil. If you don't like femme-slash, please, forget this story. Rid it's evil-ness of your abused mind. And the new main ship is (Though only hinted upon in this chappie). . . Buffy/Faith. I'm really sorry. But I have to write what I feel the most inspired to write. On the other stories, that aren't already a separate ship, Spuffy shall prevail. Lots of love,
Andi
....................................
~Fall, 1998~
A little girl sat huddled next to the moseleum, silently wishing she could just get it over with and send herself to hell.
'Coward.'
She struggled to stand up, dropping the stake to the ground. She remembered her talk with the annoying little man called Whistler, remembered agreeing to help the new slayer.
"She'll need you," he had said.
What would a slayer need with a vampire? A vampire who had seen this time before, but that was different. She remembered the last time--- The only thing * she * had gotten from a vampire was pain. Granted, she knew more now than he had, but still . . .
She would help her, she would leave. She would * not * get attached. She would * not * take advantage of the fact that this vampire's soul was permanent.
~1898~
Crying, tears, sobs. 34 years of killing without remorse. . . She should've known. Stupid gypsies, stupid curse, stupid her. Shoulda known. All happened before. . . Shoulda known.
"Buffy? Love?"
She looked up into the eyes of the vampire who'd been more to her than anyone else. Friend, lover, someone who was always there for her. . .
"Spike? It hurts. . ."
She whimpered, and curled into a ball on the floor of the forest. Tears streamed down her face as she cried.
"I shoulda known, baby. I shoulda known. . ."
....................................
Spike was scared. Ever since Buffy had been called, she had been the strongest vampire he had known. To see her this scared, so helpless, so alone. . . It freaked him out.
Angelus and Darla had left long ago, leaving for Irelan. Said they needed a 'trip back home', but Spike knew that Angelus just didn't like to be shown up by a girl, a fact that Buffy played on eagerly. And Darla just went with Angelus.
Ever since they'd left, Spike, Dru, and Buffy had become a family of some sort. Dru loved and took care of Buffy like a mother would, and Spike had loved her as well as a soulless vampire could. To see her like this. . .
"What should you've known, ducks?"
She looked up at him with sad eyes.
"That I'd get a soul."
~May, 1998~
Willow and Giles looked up at the grungy-looking man walking through the library doors.
He sat down at the table and smiled sadly.
"My name's Whistler, and I know where your slayer is."
....................................
After Giles had let go of the strangle-hold he'd had on the newcomer's neck and Whistler had explained who he was, he had told them all that the Powers knew of her disappearance.
"So what you're saying," Giles started, "Is that my slayer is off in another dimension and has been living for the past one-hundred and thirty- four years as a vamipire, and the past one-hundred of those years she has had a soul?
Whistler nodded.
"Dear God."
~Fall, 1998~
Spike looked around the cemetery quickly, trying to find the little girl that would run off every few years, bearing a wooden stake, bent on sending herself to the bowels of Hell. So far he had always caught her before she convinced herself, and it always made for an easy way to relocate, but he didn't want to press his luck.
Of course, the little girl was over a hundred years old, and about as innocent as the Devil himself, but. . .
The little girl walked up to him and curled up in his arms as he lifter her up and carried her to the mansion he had found on Crawford street.
She looked up at him with her large, green eyes and he found himself lost in her once more.
She sighed.
"I'm sorry, baby."
He smiled sadly and chuckled.
"S'ok, love. We'll get through this. . ."
She silently thanked him for his reassurance, however false.
....................................
A/N: I think I know what I'm going to do with this, and I hope you don't hate me for taking so long and for changing ships. RL sucks. . . I'm also working on a new chapter for 'Who Am I'. I think I'm getting back into the swing of things, and as soon as I get back from * cough, cough * vacation, (Also known as house-hunting) I'm gonna change the layout of my site. All I need to do is reposition stuff, so it'll go quickly. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! Lots of love,
Andi
