Ok, I just have to add another chapter to this. Ideas are racing around in
my head and I have to put them into play before I loose my sanity.
Queen Boadicea- I'm glad to hear that you could actually picture everyone in the room. Hope you keep reviewing.
SpikesChick4Life- Well I certinly didn't mean for you to cry..though I'm kind of flattered that you were that moved at reading my story that you did cry. I hope you keep on reading, and I'll try not to write anything too cryworthy.
Also, everyone else who may be reading this story, along with my other one. As it says there: please please please please please review! I need them! They help me write! I need opinions!!!
Hehe..I'm just so desperate. I would like to have tons of reviews by the time that I finish this..if it's possible for you people to review...
Oh, and incase you were wondering, Willow and Tara are actually going to be in this chapter. Heh, I've kind of left them out..
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Mistaken
Chapter Six
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It had been hours since Dawn had come out of her room. It was clear that she was crying, since everytime one of them went up to talk to her she had tear stains on her cheeks and the beginings of bags under her eyes. The girl was heart broken. She couldn't take all the pain, and she should've have. She had already lost more than anyone should in their lifetime. But she had lost both her mother and her sister. Her world, her family. She had to be alone right now and Spike, Anya, and Xander knew that. Though they didn't stop going up and checking on her every once and a while. It was usually Spike though, since he was the only one they were sure she would talk to. Her having the huge crush on him and all.
It was time for him to go and check on her again, he assumed as he glanced at the clock. It was now two in the morning and both Xander and Anya had drifted off to sleep on the couch. He shook his head at them, rolling his eyes at the same time. Standing, the vampire moved from his seat in the living room to the stairs. He paused a moment, trying to hear any movement comming from her room. Her heatbeat was clear, a steady beat he had grown used to. As all the other humans around him. At hearing the soft thud every second or so, he relaxed a little, being comforted at the thought that she hadn't killed herself. Yet. Starting the climb the stairs, within a moment he had reached the top and was heading down the hallway to her room.
"Bit? You awake?" He asked, his voice soft.
He waited a moment, but didn't recieve an answer. She had done the same thing before. Not answering when he came up to see her. But that was only the first time he had went to check on her. Since then she had calmed down a little and had let him enter, had let him talk to her, try and soothe her. Though both of them knew he couldn't really help. What she needed right now was Buffy. Or Joyce. They would've made it better. But they weren't there. So he assumed it was his duty to take care of her as best he could. It was part of his promise he had made the slayer almost a year ago. And he still kept to his words. Even though the witches had brough her back then and would probably do it again.
He knocked on the door once more, asking his question again. "Bit? You awake?"
Still no answer.
Slowly, Spike opened the closed door, the dark room filling up with light from the hallway as he did so. The girl was on her bed, resting against her pillows. Tear stains still visible on her cheeks. He had found her close to this postion last time he had come to visit, only this time, her eyes were closed. She appeared to be sleeping, finally. After hours of crying, yelling, throwing things, thinking and just being quiet. Her expression seemed to be peacefull, yet still troubled. He could only hope that her dreams were of the good, and not of her being there when Buffy had died or anything to make her even more upset..if that was possible.
Quietly, he retreated from the room, closing the door as quietly as he could behind him. He had half a mind to check to make sure that Xander and Anya were still sleeping but decided against it and made his way down the otherside of the hallway to another room.
The vampire hesitated infront of the door, arguing with himself over going in or just sitting out there in the hallway. 'You bloody sod. You're the big bad. Not afraid of anything.' He told himself as he opened the door a bit hesitantly and entered the room.
It was dark, though the oh so familiar smell that he could remember his slayer having still resided in the room. The very room that she once lived in. One that she slept in. Every night. Until now. He shook his head to get rid of his pesky thoughts, but they persisted. Reminding him of the time he had stolen her sweater. He couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of him hearing about Buffy blaming the sweater's dissaperence on Dawn. Although his soft chuckle stopped abruply when he saw a picture of her, or, he assumed it was her. The girl in this picture almost looked like she was a miniture Buffy, so he could only think that it was her when she was simply younger. She had ice skates on, and was smiling. Truley smiling. He hadn't seen her be really happy in so long. Never really. But that picture had been taken back before she found out her duty to the world. Before she had found out that all these monsters really exsisted. Before everything. She had been a happy little bit back then, he had no doubt about it. His only wish was that she could have been happy like that before all this business happened.
"Bloody hell." He cursed, and once again shook his head. Moving over toward the door, Spike took one last glance around the room before opening the door and exiting, knowing that soon he would never see it again. Or her.
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"Honey, I'm home!" A voice annouced as the front door to the Summer's home opened and two figures entered.
Spike jumped slightly from his seat in the living room and his gaze wandered over to the figures. Being able to hear their heartbeats and feeling the powered that was comming off of them he knew it was the witchs. "Bloody hell woman. What do you think your doing here so late?" He asked his annoied tone hinting he wasn't too keen at them just breaking in.
After he had visited Buffy's room, he had gone back downstairs and resumed his place in the armchair in the living room. Thinking about anything he could think of to take his mind off him going back up to her room and just sleeping on her bed. He thought about how he would probably have to tell the witches about the slayer, and how he would deal with Dawn in the morning. All this was pretty time consuming. Which was good for him, because he couldn't fall into a deep slumber like all the other people in the house had.
"With presents." The other witch added, a wicked grin on her face as they both steped into the living room.
Behind them, another shadowy figure appeared, though the vampire didn't hear it's heart beat. Also it seemed to be floating. It being tilted over from the waist up. The arms were limply hanging beside it's sides and the head was nodded forward, like they didn't the streangth to hold up. Also, he noted, that it followed the witches around like it had a leash or something on it. Definatly human, he decided, but...dead.
"What's going on?" He asked, having not recieved an answer for his first question. Clearly he was confused, as he was blinking at the hovering dead person behind them.
"Aw, Spikey. Don't you know who this is?" The first witch asked him as she stepped forward a bit. The little bit of light that was in the room revealed her, only to find her with black hair instead of her usual red and that she was wearing all black. Also, she wore a mocking smirk on her face, which was very unlike the Willow he knew.
Tara moved over to her lover, leaving a path for the body to come forward for Spike to see. As it did so, the vampire immediatly knew who it was. Buffy. The Slayer.
His jaw dropped, and he stood and approached the body. He stood infront of it, trying to decide whether to see if it's actually her, or just an illusion. Cupping her chin in his hand, he lifted her face a little upwards toward him in order to get a better look. This only prooved that the body was in fact Buffy's and that she was clearly dead.
He tore his gaze away from the body and looked over at the witches. Noticing now that Tara had black hair equal to Willow's. Both looking very pissed off but still had smirks on their faces as they watched his reaction.
He met their gaze, knowing that gold must have been flashing in his eyes. The vampire remained that way, not being able to make the words come out of his mouth.
Alright, there they are. Both Willow and Tara in the chapter, as promised. -nods- Alrighty, well, since I don't have a life of my own, I'll go and start the next chapter. Oh! And please remember to review! I neeeed them!!!!! Hehe, ok, I'll leave you alone now. I think we've all discovered how desprite I am for them...so there isn't any more need to say otherwise.
Queen Boadicea- I'm glad to hear that you could actually picture everyone in the room. Hope you keep reviewing.
SpikesChick4Life- Well I certinly didn't mean for you to cry..though I'm kind of flattered that you were that moved at reading my story that you did cry. I hope you keep on reading, and I'll try not to write anything too cryworthy.
Also, everyone else who may be reading this story, along with my other one. As it says there: please please please please please review! I need them! They help me write! I need opinions!!!
Hehe..I'm just so desperate. I would like to have tons of reviews by the time that I finish this..if it's possible for you people to review...
Oh, and incase you were wondering, Willow and Tara are actually going to be in this chapter. Heh, I've kind of left them out..
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Mistaken
Chapter Six
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It had been hours since Dawn had come out of her room. It was clear that she was crying, since everytime one of them went up to talk to her she had tear stains on her cheeks and the beginings of bags under her eyes. The girl was heart broken. She couldn't take all the pain, and she should've have. She had already lost more than anyone should in their lifetime. But she had lost both her mother and her sister. Her world, her family. She had to be alone right now and Spike, Anya, and Xander knew that. Though they didn't stop going up and checking on her every once and a while. It was usually Spike though, since he was the only one they were sure she would talk to. Her having the huge crush on him and all.
It was time for him to go and check on her again, he assumed as he glanced at the clock. It was now two in the morning and both Xander and Anya had drifted off to sleep on the couch. He shook his head at them, rolling his eyes at the same time. Standing, the vampire moved from his seat in the living room to the stairs. He paused a moment, trying to hear any movement comming from her room. Her heatbeat was clear, a steady beat he had grown used to. As all the other humans around him. At hearing the soft thud every second or so, he relaxed a little, being comforted at the thought that she hadn't killed herself. Yet. Starting the climb the stairs, within a moment he had reached the top and was heading down the hallway to her room.
"Bit? You awake?" He asked, his voice soft.
He waited a moment, but didn't recieve an answer. She had done the same thing before. Not answering when he came up to see her. But that was only the first time he had went to check on her. Since then she had calmed down a little and had let him enter, had let him talk to her, try and soothe her. Though both of them knew he couldn't really help. What she needed right now was Buffy. Or Joyce. They would've made it better. But they weren't there. So he assumed it was his duty to take care of her as best he could. It was part of his promise he had made the slayer almost a year ago. And he still kept to his words. Even though the witches had brough her back then and would probably do it again.
He knocked on the door once more, asking his question again. "Bit? You awake?"
Still no answer.
Slowly, Spike opened the closed door, the dark room filling up with light from the hallway as he did so. The girl was on her bed, resting against her pillows. Tear stains still visible on her cheeks. He had found her close to this postion last time he had come to visit, only this time, her eyes were closed. She appeared to be sleeping, finally. After hours of crying, yelling, throwing things, thinking and just being quiet. Her expression seemed to be peacefull, yet still troubled. He could only hope that her dreams were of the good, and not of her being there when Buffy had died or anything to make her even more upset..if that was possible.
Quietly, he retreated from the room, closing the door as quietly as he could behind him. He had half a mind to check to make sure that Xander and Anya were still sleeping but decided against it and made his way down the otherside of the hallway to another room.
The vampire hesitated infront of the door, arguing with himself over going in or just sitting out there in the hallway. 'You bloody sod. You're the big bad. Not afraid of anything.' He told himself as he opened the door a bit hesitantly and entered the room.
It was dark, though the oh so familiar smell that he could remember his slayer having still resided in the room. The very room that she once lived in. One that she slept in. Every night. Until now. He shook his head to get rid of his pesky thoughts, but they persisted. Reminding him of the time he had stolen her sweater. He couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of him hearing about Buffy blaming the sweater's dissaperence on Dawn. Although his soft chuckle stopped abruply when he saw a picture of her, or, he assumed it was her. The girl in this picture almost looked like she was a miniture Buffy, so he could only think that it was her when she was simply younger. She had ice skates on, and was smiling. Truley smiling. He hadn't seen her be really happy in so long. Never really. But that picture had been taken back before she found out her duty to the world. Before she had found out that all these monsters really exsisted. Before everything. She had been a happy little bit back then, he had no doubt about it. His only wish was that she could have been happy like that before all this business happened.
"Bloody hell." He cursed, and once again shook his head. Moving over toward the door, Spike took one last glance around the room before opening the door and exiting, knowing that soon he would never see it again. Or her.
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"Honey, I'm home!" A voice annouced as the front door to the Summer's home opened and two figures entered.
Spike jumped slightly from his seat in the living room and his gaze wandered over to the figures. Being able to hear their heartbeats and feeling the powered that was comming off of them he knew it was the witchs. "Bloody hell woman. What do you think your doing here so late?" He asked his annoied tone hinting he wasn't too keen at them just breaking in.
After he had visited Buffy's room, he had gone back downstairs and resumed his place in the armchair in the living room. Thinking about anything he could think of to take his mind off him going back up to her room and just sleeping on her bed. He thought about how he would probably have to tell the witches about the slayer, and how he would deal with Dawn in the morning. All this was pretty time consuming. Which was good for him, because he couldn't fall into a deep slumber like all the other people in the house had.
"With presents." The other witch added, a wicked grin on her face as they both steped into the living room.
Behind them, another shadowy figure appeared, though the vampire didn't hear it's heart beat. Also it seemed to be floating. It being tilted over from the waist up. The arms were limply hanging beside it's sides and the head was nodded forward, like they didn't the streangth to hold up. Also, he noted, that it followed the witches around like it had a leash or something on it. Definatly human, he decided, but...dead.
"What's going on?" He asked, having not recieved an answer for his first question. Clearly he was confused, as he was blinking at the hovering dead person behind them.
"Aw, Spikey. Don't you know who this is?" The first witch asked him as she stepped forward a bit. The little bit of light that was in the room revealed her, only to find her with black hair instead of her usual red and that she was wearing all black. Also, she wore a mocking smirk on her face, which was very unlike the Willow he knew.
Tara moved over to her lover, leaving a path for the body to come forward for Spike to see. As it did so, the vampire immediatly knew who it was. Buffy. The Slayer.
His jaw dropped, and he stood and approached the body. He stood infront of it, trying to decide whether to see if it's actually her, or just an illusion. Cupping her chin in his hand, he lifted her face a little upwards toward him in order to get a better look. This only prooved that the body was in fact Buffy's and that she was clearly dead.
He tore his gaze away from the body and looked over at the witches. Noticing now that Tara had black hair equal to Willow's. Both looking very pissed off but still had smirks on their faces as they watched his reaction.
He met their gaze, knowing that gold must have been flashing in his eyes. The vampire remained that way, not being able to make the words come out of his mouth.
Alright, there they are. Both Willow and Tara in the chapter, as promised. -nods- Alrighty, well, since I don't have a life of my own, I'll go and start the next chapter. Oh! And please remember to review! I neeeed them!!!!! Hehe, ok, I'll leave you alone now. I think we've all discovered how desprite I am for them...so there isn't any more need to say otherwise.