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Portals and Vampires-
Buffy woke up from a peaceful and, thankfully, dreamless sleep, her head resting in Spike's lap. She sat up, yawning. "Are we there yet?" Buffy asked before laying her head on Spike's shoulder. God how he loved her smell, he inhaled her vanilla scent with every fiber of his being. Sometimes he was afraid this was all a dream, some sick joke that the Powers decided to play on him. That Buffy loving him, giving herself, all of herself, to him, wasn't real and that any moment they would take it away from him and he would be alone again. For now, however, he just wanted to savor her presence and love her with all his soul. Ha, his soul, there's something he never thought he would have. He had turned himself into a soddin' poof! But he didn't care, it was all for her. Always was, always would be. And he was glad for it.
"Just about." Giles spoke up answering Buffy's inquiry. "Only a few more minutes till we arrive."
"'Bout bleeding time!" Spike said, "Would have been here an hour ago if you had let me drive."
"Yes, well as fast as your driving may be, Spike, I don't fancy being scrapped off the highway with a spatula." Giles retorted.
"He has a point, Spike. You do drive like a maniac." Buffy said looking at Spike, he looked shocked, and a little offended.
"She's right." Willow chimed in from the passenger's seat where she was reading a magazine.
"I'll have you know I'm an excellent driver, and who are you to be talking about bad drivers, luv?" he said to Buffy accusingly.
"Ok, shutting up now." She said.
"That's what I thought." He replied smirking. She smiled and kissed him, she loved that even with his soul he still had his Spike-attitude. Damn he was sexy.
She smiled into their kiss and pulled away. "Well at least I don't have a serious case of Billy Idol envy," she teased him.
"Hey, I'll have you know that wanker stole *my* look! If it wasn't for me he would still be William bloody Broad, living in his parents basement!" Spike huffed; clearly offended that Billy had stolen all the credit for his once unique look.
"Children!" Giles said, annoyed by the disturbance. "Don't make me turn this car around."
"Sorry." The two said from the back looking ashamed.
"Guys?" Willow said. "I think were here."
And so they were. Giles stopped the car and turned off the ignition. They all stepped out and walked to the front of the car.
"Wow." Buffy said. "Was it this big last time we saw it?"
"Looks the same to me." Spike answered.
"Ok, so I guess we should get started." Willow said rubbing her hands together.
They all went back to the car to get their various supplies. Willow grabbed the ingredients necessary for the spell and Giles got a book out of the glove compartment.
Spike and Buffy opened the truck to get out their weapons. Buffy grabbed a few stakes and a sword. "Ooo! Shiny!" she exclaimed holding it up in front of her as if to examine it. Spike, obviously, grabbed the large battle-axe. Made him feel all manly. "Gee, compensating?" Buffy teased, eyeing him.
"Now, luv, you know better than anyone that there's no need for that." He smirked, letting the axe drop to his side and moving closer to Buffy until they were touching. She smiled as he kissed her passionately and she let a small moan escape.
"Guys, we're ready."
* * *
The four of them carefully climbed down into the huge crater before them. After a long ordeal, in which Giles lost his glasses and almost stepped on them if not for Willow who saved them from the bottom of his foot, they were in Sunnydale. Well, what used to be Sunnydale. Buffy stepped forward, looking around.
"Woah." She said in awe. "It's...different."
They found a flat surface towards where the high school, and Hellmouth, should be and started setting up for the spell to open the portal. Willow and Giles both lit five scarlet candles and placed them on the ground forming a pentagram. Willow then stepped into the circle and got ready to begin chanting.
"Now, time will move differently where you will be. What may seem like days to you will only be hours, even minutes to us. Take these." Giles said handing them both folded pieces of paper. "When you need to return home, recite these words in unison, and a portal should open." He explained.
"What do you mean *should*?" Buffy asked, worry evident in her voice. Giles had no real answer for her. "It's ok," she reassured, "I'm sure it will work." She smiled and put the paper in her back pocket, Spike putting it in the pocket of his duster.
"Ok, guys, get ready." Willow said from where she sat in the circle. They got into position, and Willow started chanting.
That which is closed, be now open.
That which is forbidden, be now permissible.
Let a gate be opened and allow these warriors to pass.
Willow took the dagger that sat next to her and sliced into her hand letting the blood drip onto the ground in front of her.
With this blood, and the power of the mouth of hell, let a gate be opened.
With this blood, let a gate be opened.
With this power let a gate be opened.
So mote it be!
In front of them a line of what looked like lightening appeared, crackling, in the night sky. It grew bigger and larger until a window in the sky appeared.
"Go! Now!" Willow ordered, and both and Spike grabbed each other's hand and with a final look into each others eyes, jumped into the portal. In a flash they were gone from this world.
That which has been opened, be closed once more.
That which has been made permissible, be forbidden once more.
With this blood let the gate be closed
With this power let the gate be closed.
So mote it be!
And as Willow spoke these words the fissure closed, and once again they found themselves alone in the quiet nothingness of what once was their Sunnydale.
"Think they made it?" she asked Giles.
"I hope so." He replied.
* * *
Spike landed with a loud thud on the damp grass. "Balls" he exclaimed. That was the second time he had fallen and landed like that in the past week. And it bloody well hurt to. Next to him he heard Buffy land and let out a drawn out "Owww." He got up to his feet and hurried over to where Buffy lay, face down. "Buffy?" He asked, slightly panicked. "Buffy, are you ok?"
"Owww. I'm fine. Just a little, ow- Smushed." She stood up, brushing herself off and moved closer to her vampire. "Did we make-?" she cut herself off as she look up and at her surroundings. "Again I say, wow." She finished.
They were in a large open field. It was nighttime but the stars and moon shone fiercely, creating a silver awning in the sky. Around them there was woodland with trees that seemed to reach up to the heavens, looking silver in the moonlight. In the horizon they could make out what looked like a town, but that was not what caught Buffy's eye. Far ahead of them was a large mountain, gray and black rocks on top of each other creating this massive cliff. And atop of the cliff was a large, white castle. The towers were tall and proud, and it looked like something out of a fantasy movie. Quite romantic, actually.
"Great, we've landed ourselves in bloody Middle-Earth." Spike stated.
"Ooo, wonder if we'll find Legolas?!" Buffy said excitedly, "That might be kinda nice- not, that he's that... great or... anything..." she corrected herself looking down with a nervous laugh when seeing Spikes annoyed look, and obviously bruised ego. She decided to make amends by taking his hand and pressing herself against him, looking up into his dazzling blue eyes. "Hey, who needs some elf boy when I got you?" she said, and kissed him.
"Legolas, who?" he said, slightly shaken by her kiss before bringing his lips closer to hers and deepening the kiss, letting everything around them fade away.
"Ahem?!" a voice sounded from behind them. "AHEM!?" it grew louder. The lovers parted, ready for action and turned to face the person, or thing, that had disturbed their embrace. The man eyed them before speaking "Well, well, well. Look what we have here..."
* * *
The man before them was a tall, slim man, well boy, with not bleached, but highlighted hair. He looked like he was human but Buffy and spike knew better. He was a vampire. A very unthreatening vampire.
"Well, I must say its been a while since I've seen humans in *my* neck of the woods, not since we got rid of you. You're probably here to steal my horses aren't you? No matter, I caaan't remember the last time I had a good kill." He said in an almost British accent that sounded as though it was slightly forced. This guy was really tall, and really preppy. And also entirely full of himself. "Do not try to run." He continued. "You caaan't escape my thrall. Don't, worry; I will give you *time* to come to terms with your imminent death."
Buffy and Spike couldn't help themselves. They burst into laughter. Buffy could barely breath, she was laughing so hard, and Spike was crouching over in a laugh attack. Was this vamp for real??
"What's so funny?" the vampire asked, clearly offended.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, " Buffy started, "but its just s funny, you're like a male Harmony!" This statement sent Spike into fits of giggles, something Buffy didn't know he was capable of.
"Sorry, mate. Its just you come off thinking your going to kill us, and by the way, I'm not bloody human, you ponce." Spike said, trying to control his laughter.
"But I am going to kill you!!" the vampire whined, stomping his foot. "I am Phil, lord of the vampires in Phlusted, province of Phainein. Tremble before me!" he screeched.
"Ok, ok, Phil, haha! Phil!" Buffy said, still out of breath from laughing so hard. "Thanks I needed that. Anyway, Phil, do you know what a slayer is?"
Phil's face dropped. "Slayer." He snarled. Buffy and spike readied themselves, still giggling slightly.
"You wanna take this one pet?" spike asked. Buffy nodded, and produced a stake from her back pocket.
"Ready, Phil?" Buffy asked, awaiting the simple kill.
"You know, I think I hear my mom calling, bye!!" Phil cried, as he ran off into the night.
"Hey!! I wanted to kill something!" Buffy exclaimed. "I hate it when they run..." she finished, putting her stake away and turning back to Spike tracing her finger along his chest. "So, where were *we*?" she asked smiling mischievously. He smirked at her with his playful smile before grabbing her into his arms, but before he could kiss her they were interrupted again by another voice.
"Slayer." It said. "And good-guy vampire, how... noble..." the female vampire that had disturbed them said. "Phil might not want to stay and fight, but I do." She said. Ok, so Phil might not have been a threat, but conceivably this vampire and her dozens of minions were...
Portals and Vampires-
Buffy woke up from a peaceful and, thankfully, dreamless sleep, her head resting in Spike's lap. She sat up, yawning. "Are we there yet?" Buffy asked before laying her head on Spike's shoulder. God how he loved her smell, he inhaled her vanilla scent with every fiber of his being. Sometimes he was afraid this was all a dream, some sick joke that the Powers decided to play on him. That Buffy loving him, giving herself, all of herself, to him, wasn't real and that any moment they would take it away from him and he would be alone again. For now, however, he just wanted to savor her presence and love her with all his soul. Ha, his soul, there's something he never thought he would have. He had turned himself into a soddin' poof! But he didn't care, it was all for her. Always was, always would be. And he was glad for it.
"Just about." Giles spoke up answering Buffy's inquiry. "Only a few more minutes till we arrive."
"'Bout bleeding time!" Spike said, "Would have been here an hour ago if you had let me drive."
"Yes, well as fast as your driving may be, Spike, I don't fancy being scrapped off the highway with a spatula." Giles retorted.
"He has a point, Spike. You do drive like a maniac." Buffy said looking at Spike, he looked shocked, and a little offended.
"She's right." Willow chimed in from the passenger's seat where she was reading a magazine.
"I'll have you know I'm an excellent driver, and who are you to be talking about bad drivers, luv?" he said to Buffy accusingly.
"Ok, shutting up now." She said.
"That's what I thought." He replied smirking. She smiled and kissed him, she loved that even with his soul he still had his Spike-attitude. Damn he was sexy.
She smiled into their kiss and pulled away. "Well at least I don't have a serious case of Billy Idol envy," she teased him.
"Hey, I'll have you know that wanker stole *my* look! If it wasn't for me he would still be William bloody Broad, living in his parents basement!" Spike huffed; clearly offended that Billy had stolen all the credit for his once unique look.
"Children!" Giles said, annoyed by the disturbance. "Don't make me turn this car around."
"Sorry." The two said from the back looking ashamed.
"Guys?" Willow said. "I think were here."
And so they were. Giles stopped the car and turned off the ignition. They all stepped out and walked to the front of the car.
"Wow." Buffy said. "Was it this big last time we saw it?"
"Looks the same to me." Spike answered.
"Ok, so I guess we should get started." Willow said rubbing her hands together.
They all went back to the car to get their various supplies. Willow grabbed the ingredients necessary for the spell and Giles got a book out of the glove compartment.
Spike and Buffy opened the truck to get out their weapons. Buffy grabbed a few stakes and a sword. "Ooo! Shiny!" she exclaimed holding it up in front of her as if to examine it. Spike, obviously, grabbed the large battle-axe. Made him feel all manly. "Gee, compensating?" Buffy teased, eyeing him.
"Now, luv, you know better than anyone that there's no need for that." He smirked, letting the axe drop to his side and moving closer to Buffy until they were touching. She smiled as he kissed her passionately and she let a small moan escape.
"Guys, we're ready."
* * *
The four of them carefully climbed down into the huge crater before them. After a long ordeal, in which Giles lost his glasses and almost stepped on them if not for Willow who saved them from the bottom of his foot, they were in Sunnydale. Well, what used to be Sunnydale. Buffy stepped forward, looking around.
"Woah." She said in awe. "It's...different."
They found a flat surface towards where the high school, and Hellmouth, should be and started setting up for the spell to open the portal. Willow and Giles both lit five scarlet candles and placed them on the ground forming a pentagram. Willow then stepped into the circle and got ready to begin chanting.
"Now, time will move differently where you will be. What may seem like days to you will only be hours, even minutes to us. Take these." Giles said handing them both folded pieces of paper. "When you need to return home, recite these words in unison, and a portal should open." He explained.
"What do you mean *should*?" Buffy asked, worry evident in her voice. Giles had no real answer for her. "It's ok," she reassured, "I'm sure it will work." She smiled and put the paper in her back pocket, Spike putting it in the pocket of his duster.
"Ok, guys, get ready." Willow said from where she sat in the circle. They got into position, and Willow started chanting.
That which is closed, be now open.
That which is forbidden, be now permissible.
Let a gate be opened and allow these warriors to pass.
Willow took the dagger that sat next to her and sliced into her hand letting the blood drip onto the ground in front of her.
With this blood, and the power of the mouth of hell, let a gate be opened.
With this blood, let a gate be opened.
With this power let a gate be opened.
So mote it be!
In front of them a line of what looked like lightening appeared, crackling, in the night sky. It grew bigger and larger until a window in the sky appeared.
"Go! Now!" Willow ordered, and both and Spike grabbed each other's hand and with a final look into each others eyes, jumped into the portal. In a flash they were gone from this world.
That which has been opened, be closed once more.
That which has been made permissible, be forbidden once more.
With this blood let the gate be closed
With this power let the gate be closed.
So mote it be!
And as Willow spoke these words the fissure closed, and once again they found themselves alone in the quiet nothingness of what once was their Sunnydale.
"Think they made it?" she asked Giles.
"I hope so." He replied.
* * *
Spike landed with a loud thud on the damp grass. "Balls" he exclaimed. That was the second time he had fallen and landed like that in the past week. And it bloody well hurt to. Next to him he heard Buffy land and let out a drawn out "Owww." He got up to his feet and hurried over to where Buffy lay, face down. "Buffy?" He asked, slightly panicked. "Buffy, are you ok?"
"Owww. I'm fine. Just a little, ow- Smushed." She stood up, brushing herself off and moved closer to her vampire. "Did we make-?" she cut herself off as she look up and at her surroundings. "Again I say, wow." She finished.
They were in a large open field. It was nighttime but the stars and moon shone fiercely, creating a silver awning in the sky. Around them there was woodland with trees that seemed to reach up to the heavens, looking silver in the moonlight. In the horizon they could make out what looked like a town, but that was not what caught Buffy's eye. Far ahead of them was a large mountain, gray and black rocks on top of each other creating this massive cliff. And atop of the cliff was a large, white castle. The towers were tall and proud, and it looked like something out of a fantasy movie. Quite romantic, actually.
"Great, we've landed ourselves in bloody Middle-Earth." Spike stated.
"Ooo, wonder if we'll find Legolas?!" Buffy said excitedly, "That might be kinda nice- not, that he's that... great or... anything..." she corrected herself looking down with a nervous laugh when seeing Spikes annoyed look, and obviously bruised ego. She decided to make amends by taking his hand and pressing herself against him, looking up into his dazzling blue eyes. "Hey, who needs some elf boy when I got you?" she said, and kissed him.
"Legolas, who?" he said, slightly shaken by her kiss before bringing his lips closer to hers and deepening the kiss, letting everything around them fade away.
"Ahem?!" a voice sounded from behind them. "AHEM!?" it grew louder. The lovers parted, ready for action and turned to face the person, or thing, that had disturbed their embrace. The man eyed them before speaking "Well, well, well. Look what we have here..."
* * *
The man before them was a tall, slim man, well boy, with not bleached, but highlighted hair. He looked like he was human but Buffy and spike knew better. He was a vampire. A very unthreatening vampire.
"Well, I must say its been a while since I've seen humans in *my* neck of the woods, not since we got rid of you. You're probably here to steal my horses aren't you? No matter, I caaan't remember the last time I had a good kill." He said in an almost British accent that sounded as though it was slightly forced. This guy was really tall, and really preppy. And also entirely full of himself. "Do not try to run." He continued. "You caaan't escape my thrall. Don't, worry; I will give you *time* to come to terms with your imminent death."
Buffy and Spike couldn't help themselves. They burst into laughter. Buffy could barely breath, she was laughing so hard, and Spike was crouching over in a laugh attack. Was this vamp for real??
"What's so funny?" the vampire asked, clearly offended.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, " Buffy started, "but its just s funny, you're like a male Harmony!" This statement sent Spike into fits of giggles, something Buffy didn't know he was capable of.
"Sorry, mate. Its just you come off thinking your going to kill us, and by the way, I'm not bloody human, you ponce." Spike said, trying to control his laughter.
"But I am going to kill you!!" the vampire whined, stomping his foot. "I am Phil, lord of the vampires in Phlusted, province of Phainein. Tremble before me!" he screeched.
"Ok, ok, Phil, haha! Phil!" Buffy said, still out of breath from laughing so hard. "Thanks I needed that. Anyway, Phil, do you know what a slayer is?"
Phil's face dropped. "Slayer." He snarled. Buffy and spike readied themselves, still giggling slightly.
"You wanna take this one pet?" spike asked. Buffy nodded, and produced a stake from her back pocket.
"Ready, Phil?" Buffy asked, awaiting the simple kill.
"You know, I think I hear my mom calling, bye!!" Phil cried, as he ran off into the night.
"Hey!! I wanted to kill something!" Buffy exclaimed. "I hate it when they run..." she finished, putting her stake away and turning back to Spike tracing her finger along his chest. "So, where were *we*?" she asked smiling mischievously. He smirked at her with his playful smile before grabbing her into his arms, but before he could kiss her they were interrupted again by another voice.
"Slayer." It said. "And good-guy vampire, how... noble..." the female vampire that had disturbed them said. "Phil might not want to stay and fight, but I do." She said. Ok, so Phil might not have been a threat, but conceivably this vampire and her dozens of minions were...