Title: Half of my soul and all of my heart
Author: ladydewinter
Email: ladydewinter@gmx.net
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: W/K first, but I don't really like them...so W/T eventually :-) And this is becoming B/S as well, it seems.
Setting: The story takes place roughly after The Killer in Me, so spoilers up to then. And if you have no idea about Season Three of Angel you'll be spoilt as well...so don't come running to me *lol*
Disclaimer: Willow, Tara, Kennedy, Anya et. al belong to Joss Whedon and ME and - hey you know whom they belong to. The story however is mine. Oh, the title is taken from a book called "Magic's Promise" by Mercedes Lackey. And there may be quotes from the show included in this story - I haven't really marked them, but if it sounds familiar - I mean it as an homage, I don't wanna violate any copyright, really. Please don't sue me!
Feedback: Yes please!!! It makes me happy, and happy's always good!
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: It is the morning of of the day-y... Spike's POV.
Author's note: We're really and actually nearing the end here, it seems. Probably roughly five more chapters or so.... just so you know :-)
And another thing: I'm off to see my parents again from Saturday to next Saturday, so I don't know exactly how many updates I'll manage. I hope and guess I'll be able to put the next - and quite decisive - chapter online on Sunday. I'll do my best, promise :-)
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Angel groaned. He still hadn't gotten used to the fact that with fifteen girls living in a house with just one bathroom, one had to be very fast to have said bathroom to oneself. This time, it was too late - there was already a very long queue in front of the door. He turned around to face Spike who had followed him upstairs, allowing him to see his despair.
"Remember, mate, if we're lucky it'll all be over soon. You'll be back in your hotel and taking showers there in no time." Spike chuckled slightly. "Let's get down and get some breakfast before the little locust here join us there. There'll be enough time for you to shower and do your hair later."
The other vampire simply nodded, still wearing a grim expression on his face. On their way down they met Buffy and Faith. "You already finished?" Faith wanted to know. Angel only cringed and Spike grinned. "Don't ask. He's in a bad mood. Going to get some blood, that'll cheer him up. Not 's good as his hair gel, of course, but it'll have to do."
Buffy couldn't hide her smile. "What are you going to try today?" she asked him.
"Well, I was thinking 'bout fruit loops. Peaches, what do you think?"
Angel, who was wearing a light pout now, didn't seem to have heard him. Spike shrugged. "We'll see about that then." He turned to go down the last few steps, but Buffy stopped him, placing a short but gentle kiss on his lips. "Good morning."
He smiled at her. "Morning, love." They just kept standing there for some moments, but then Faith cleared her throat. "Come on, B, we have to hurry a bit. There'll be enough time to play inseparable couple later." Buffy nodded and followed the other Slayer on her way to the bathroom. "Good luck then," Spike called after them. Then he and Angel went into the kitchen.
Luckily, they were still alone there. During the past two weeks, the two of them had experimented a bit with their blood - the Weetabix had only been the start of it. Reluctantly, Angel had shown Spike blood a lá Cordy, with cinnamon mixed in it. Spike hadn't been as disgusted as Angel, but still had decided there had to be better ways to drink O Neg or whatever blood group pigs had. So they - or rather, Spike - had tried everything he could find, from all kinds of cereals to some of Willow's herbs. Angel had been apalled at the beginning, but as Spike said, it passed the time. Plus it made all the girls go away - their opinion being it was 'just ew'.
Spike wasn't going for the fruit loops, though; they had tried that already. No, today being the day, The Day with capital letters, he decided to go with something familiar and tasty - blood, Burbaweed and Weetabix. Angel didn't object.
They drank their blood silently, relishing the taste and the quite they were allowed to drink it in. But it didn't last long. Soon the first couple of potentials came downstairs, luckily immediately going outside where it was still dark. Sunrise wasn't too far away now, though, and as soon as Buffy and Faith came finally down as well, the vampires went outside to join the others for what was hopefully their last group meditation. It had been Buffy's idea; apparantly she had read about something like it in a book she had had to read for her job as a guidance councellor. According to her - and the book - it served to establish some kind of group spirit. Yeah, right, Spike thought. In his opinion, it simply served to piss everyone off because they had to get up really early, but then again, no one had asked him.
That wasn't true, though - this time, Buffy had actually asked him. But she had seemed so delighted about the idea he hadn't had the heart to tell her that probably everyone was going to hate it, so here he was, holding hands with a witch from another dimension and his grandsire. If someone had told him about this six months ago he would probably have hit him; except, of course, if it had been a human.
Everyone was relieved when Buffy declared the meditation over. She announced a last meeting after breakfast to go over the plan one last time. Almost everybody groaned at that suggestion, but when Faith, who actually had been in charge of most of the plan making, asked in a very sharp voice if anybody had any problems with that, no one said anything. Instead they all went to get some breakfast.
Spike noticed Tara was slightly paler then usual - but then today was her grand day, the first time she would have to perform a real spell. Probably stage fright or something. When she noticed him looking at her, she put on a brave smile. He returned it, trying to signal her there was nothing to worry about. Funny, though, how they always tried to pretend just that, even when everybody knew it wasn't true.
The sun was almost up now, so Spike and Angel went back into the house. They had hoped the girls would have quietened down a bit after last night, but they hadn't. Spike could feel the excitement radiating off of them - who was going to be the next Slayer? It was a bit like the supernatural version of American Idol - not that he had ever watched it, of course. But still.
None of them was actually saying, "It's gonna be me," but it was interesting to watch them. How they were watching each other. Spike didn't really care who it was going to be - or, well, that probably wasn't right. If he had been feeling introspective - which he wasn't - he might have acknowledged he actually he cared. He just didn't have ay preferences. He guessed it wouldn't be easy for any of them, being chosen - or not. He wondered what was going to happen to them - he knew the watcher, the demon and the geek had been talking about opening a school of some sorts. He really hoped it wouldn't be in Sunnydale, though. Or at least not in the Summers' house immediate neighbourhood.
Hm. Thinking that meant he believed he was going to stay there after this. Would he? He hadn't talked to Buffy about it. But it probably made sense, for where else could he go? Back to his crypt? He didn't think so. Get his own place somewhere? How? He decided to think about it another time. Or, even better, to talk about it with Buffy another time. Now there actually was a "them", or "us", or "we" or whatever, there was a good reason for this. He smiled at that thought.
"What are you thinking about?" Buffy had come over to join him sitting on the steps.
"You actually."
She smiled. "Good thoughts?"
He raised his eyebrow. "What do you think?"
Now she was laughing. But he could see that she was tired. "Are you alright, luv?"
Buffy didn't look at him when she answered, "Kinda. I don't know really."
He lay his hand on her thigh in a reassuring gesture. "It'll be fine."
She turned to him with a doubtful expression. "You really think so?"
He pondered what to tell her. He finally said, "I don't know either. But that's what everyone keeps saying, right?"
"I never figured you were someone to swim with the current."
Spike didn't reply to that but instead asked her, "What exactly are you worried about?"
Buffy sighed. "You mean other than the fact that Tara is going to do her first real spell tonight, that the potentials are going to have to fight alone here and about losing my superpowers?"
He nodded.
"About tomorrow."
Spike took her hand. He gently ran his thumb over her skin. "I can see that."
"You can?" She sounded surprised.
"Yes. But let's take one thing at a time, right? We can worry about tomorrow... um, tomorrow, I guess."
"It's just that I don't know what happens next."
"No one does, luv. Still have to go on living, though."
"Or not." She looked at him, a distinct twinkle in her eyes.
"Or not," he agreed, smiling.
"Okay, then." Buffy looked at her watch. "It's time for the meeting, I guess."
"What happens after that?" Spike wanted to know. "Training again?"
"Nah, I don't think so. Guess it'll be best if everyone tried to get some more rest. We're going to need the strength." She looked at him questioningly, apparently not sure how to ask for his company. She didn't have to. He simply pressed the hand he still was holding. Buffy seemed relieved.
Then she stood up, ready for business. "Okay, I want everybody in the living room now, please!"
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Author: ladydewinter
Email: ladydewinter@gmx.net
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: W/K first, but I don't really like them...so W/T eventually :-) And this is becoming B/S as well, it seems.
Setting: The story takes place roughly after The Killer in Me, so spoilers up to then. And if you have no idea about Season Three of Angel you'll be spoilt as well...so don't come running to me *lol*
Disclaimer: Willow, Tara, Kennedy, Anya et. al belong to Joss Whedon and ME and - hey you know whom they belong to. The story however is mine. Oh, the title is taken from a book called "Magic's Promise" by Mercedes Lackey. And there may be quotes from the show included in this story - I haven't really marked them, but if it sounds familiar - I mean it as an homage, I don't wanna violate any copyright, really. Please don't sue me!
Feedback: Yes please!!! It makes me happy, and happy's always good!
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just let me know where it ends up.
Summary: It is the morning of of the day-y... Spike's POV.
Author's note: We're really and actually nearing the end here, it seems. Probably roughly five more chapters or so.... just so you know :-)
And another thing: I'm off to see my parents again from Saturday to next Saturday, so I don't know exactly how many updates I'll manage. I hope and guess I'll be able to put the next - and quite decisive - chapter online on Sunday. I'll do my best, promise :-)
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Angel groaned. He still hadn't gotten used to the fact that with fifteen girls living in a house with just one bathroom, one had to be very fast to have said bathroom to oneself. This time, it was too late - there was already a very long queue in front of the door. He turned around to face Spike who had followed him upstairs, allowing him to see his despair.
"Remember, mate, if we're lucky it'll all be over soon. You'll be back in your hotel and taking showers there in no time." Spike chuckled slightly. "Let's get down and get some breakfast before the little locust here join us there. There'll be enough time for you to shower and do your hair later."
The other vampire simply nodded, still wearing a grim expression on his face. On their way down they met Buffy and Faith. "You already finished?" Faith wanted to know. Angel only cringed and Spike grinned. "Don't ask. He's in a bad mood. Going to get some blood, that'll cheer him up. Not 's good as his hair gel, of course, but it'll have to do."
Buffy couldn't hide her smile. "What are you going to try today?" she asked him.
"Well, I was thinking 'bout fruit loops. Peaches, what do you think?"
Angel, who was wearing a light pout now, didn't seem to have heard him. Spike shrugged. "We'll see about that then." He turned to go down the last few steps, but Buffy stopped him, placing a short but gentle kiss on his lips. "Good morning."
He smiled at her. "Morning, love." They just kept standing there for some moments, but then Faith cleared her throat. "Come on, B, we have to hurry a bit. There'll be enough time to play inseparable couple later." Buffy nodded and followed the other Slayer on her way to the bathroom. "Good luck then," Spike called after them. Then he and Angel went into the kitchen.
Luckily, they were still alone there. During the past two weeks, the two of them had experimented a bit with their blood - the Weetabix had only been the start of it. Reluctantly, Angel had shown Spike blood a lá Cordy, with cinnamon mixed in it. Spike hadn't been as disgusted as Angel, but still had decided there had to be better ways to drink O Neg or whatever blood group pigs had. So they - or rather, Spike - had tried everything he could find, from all kinds of cereals to some of Willow's herbs. Angel had been apalled at the beginning, but as Spike said, it passed the time. Plus it made all the girls go away - their opinion being it was 'just ew'.
Spike wasn't going for the fruit loops, though; they had tried that already. No, today being the day, The Day with capital letters, he decided to go with something familiar and tasty - blood, Burbaweed and Weetabix. Angel didn't object.
They drank their blood silently, relishing the taste and the quite they were allowed to drink it in. But it didn't last long. Soon the first couple of potentials came downstairs, luckily immediately going outside where it was still dark. Sunrise wasn't too far away now, though, and as soon as Buffy and Faith came finally down as well, the vampires went outside to join the others for what was hopefully their last group meditation. It had been Buffy's idea; apparantly she had read about something like it in a book she had had to read for her job as a guidance councellor. According to her - and the book - it served to establish some kind of group spirit. Yeah, right, Spike thought. In his opinion, it simply served to piss everyone off because they had to get up really early, but then again, no one had asked him.
That wasn't true, though - this time, Buffy had actually asked him. But she had seemed so delighted about the idea he hadn't had the heart to tell her that probably everyone was going to hate it, so here he was, holding hands with a witch from another dimension and his grandsire. If someone had told him about this six months ago he would probably have hit him; except, of course, if it had been a human.
Everyone was relieved when Buffy declared the meditation over. She announced a last meeting after breakfast to go over the plan one last time. Almost everybody groaned at that suggestion, but when Faith, who actually had been in charge of most of the plan making, asked in a very sharp voice if anybody had any problems with that, no one said anything. Instead they all went to get some breakfast.
Spike noticed Tara was slightly paler then usual - but then today was her grand day, the first time she would have to perform a real spell. Probably stage fright or something. When she noticed him looking at her, she put on a brave smile. He returned it, trying to signal her there was nothing to worry about. Funny, though, how they always tried to pretend just that, even when everybody knew it wasn't true.
The sun was almost up now, so Spike and Angel went back into the house. They had hoped the girls would have quietened down a bit after last night, but they hadn't. Spike could feel the excitement radiating off of them - who was going to be the next Slayer? It was a bit like the supernatural version of American Idol - not that he had ever watched it, of course. But still.
None of them was actually saying, "It's gonna be me," but it was interesting to watch them. How they were watching each other. Spike didn't really care who it was going to be - or, well, that probably wasn't right. If he had been feeling introspective - which he wasn't - he might have acknowledged he actually he cared. He just didn't have ay preferences. He guessed it wouldn't be easy for any of them, being chosen - or not. He wondered what was going to happen to them - he knew the watcher, the demon and the geek had been talking about opening a school of some sorts. He really hoped it wouldn't be in Sunnydale, though. Or at least not in the Summers' house immediate neighbourhood.
Hm. Thinking that meant he believed he was going to stay there after this. Would he? He hadn't talked to Buffy about it. But it probably made sense, for where else could he go? Back to his crypt? He didn't think so. Get his own place somewhere? How? He decided to think about it another time. Or, even better, to talk about it with Buffy another time. Now there actually was a "them", or "us", or "we" or whatever, there was a good reason for this. He smiled at that thought.
"What are you thinking about?" Buffy had come over to join him sitting on the steps.
"You actually."
She smiled. "Good thoughts?"
He raised his eyebrow. "What do you think?"
Now she was laughing. But he could see that she was tired. "Are you alright, luv?"
Buffy didn't look at him when she answered, "Kinda. I don't know really."
He lay his hand on her thigh in a reassuring gesture. "It'll be fine."
She turned to him with a doubtful expression. "You really think so?"
He pondered what to tell her. He finally said, "I don't know either. But that's what everyone keeps saying, right?"
"I never figured you were someone to swim with the current."
Spike didn't reply to that but instead asked her, "What exactly are you worried about?"
Buffy sighed. "You mean other than the fact that Tara is going to do her first real spell tonight, that the potentials are going to have to fight alone here and about losing my superpowers?"
He nodded.
"About tomorrow."
Spike took her hand. He gently ran his thumb over her skin. "I can see that."
"You can?" She sounded surprised.
"Yes. But let's take one thing at a time, right? We can worry about tomorrow... um, tomorrow, I guess."
"It's just that I don't know what happens next."
"No one does, luv. Still have to go on living, though."
"Or not." She looked at him, a distinct twinkle in her eyes.
"Or not," he agreed, smiling.
"Okay, then." Buffy looked at her watch. "It's time for the meeting, I guess."
"What happens after that?" Spike wanted to know. "Training again?"
"Nah, I don't think so. Guess it'll be best if everyone tried to get some more rest. We're going to need the strength." She looked at him questioningly, apparently not sure how to ask for his company. She didn't have to. He simply pressed the hand he still was holding. Buffy seemed relieved.
Then she stood up, ready for business. "Okay, I want everybody in the living room now, please!"
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