Sorry people, I would've had this in earlier, but someone deleted the
document I was keeping it on and I didn't have a written copy. And I
couldn't remember what I had added to it, so I had to write it all over.But
no more excuses. I'll just let you read it now.
SpikesChick4Life- Ah, my mistake. I thought you meant it was a bad cry. -shrugs- Sorry about that. Anyway, I'm glad you like the story. And I appreciate you reviewing so much. Also no worries, I'll be writing more..much more if I'm lucky. Oh, and Happy Brithday!! ps. How old are you turning?
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Mistaken
Chapter Seven
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He couldn't believe what was going on. Buffy was supposed to be dead. 'Well, she is dead. Just..not where she's supposed to be..' He told himself. Spike had been standing there, in front of a dead Buffy for a few minutes already, still not wanting to believe that it was her. 'They're playing with my head..but why? They're not like that..'
Other thoughts starting racing into his head. This time about the two girls standing to his left. Both of them still had those evil smirks playing on their lips, as they watched him. Just waiting for him to explode. They needed to get some practice runs before going back out to look for Warren and his little friends.
'What's going on around here?' The vampire asked himself, furrowing his brow a little. He didn't realize that his gaze was still fixed on the hovering corpse, so he looked kind of out of it if someone else were to see him. A minute or so more passes, as he continues to think. Though his expressions didn't change much, his brow stayed furrowed and every once and a while, it loosened a bit, but then went right back to where it was before.
"You bloody well better explain yourselves." He finally announced. His voice sounded angry yet surprised. Though it had a hint of pain in it, suggesting that he didn't really want to see the dead slayer.
Both witches exchanged another one of their smirks then turned their attention once again to him.
"What is there to explain?" Willow asked him, cocking her head to the side slightly.
This time Spike tore his gaze from Buffy and looked at her, his eyes flashing dangerously golden. "Why is she here?" He growled, trying to control his anger...and patience.
It was Tara who answered this one. "Hmmm..because we thought you might like a present.."
"I don't have time for your games. Tell me what you brought her here for!" He snapped back at her, his patience slowly wearing thin.
"Aw, poor Spikey. Do you want your slayer back?" Willow asked him, her smirk returning to her curled lips.
The vampire looked from Tara to Willow, clearly showing how confused he is. "What's going on with you two?"
"Nothing..we just want to see you squirm." The used to be red head answered him, without a second thought.
"Why?"
"Because, we don't like you." Tara supplied the answer, her tone plain.
"What about Buffy?" The blonde asked, looking back at the dead body.
"What about her?" Willow asked in reply, glancing over at the old slayer.
'This isn't real, this isn't happening. Spike, boy, you're sleeping. Wake up!' He yelled inside his head, though his pesky voice of reason piped up and added. 'This is to real. Willow and Tara have gone evil, Buffy's dead and they brough her corpse back here. Just to make me squrim? That doesn't fit. Why would they care about me? Shouldn't they be going and killing people or something?' It asked, which he mentally nodded in agreement to.
"What about her? Why'd you bring her back here?"
Tara chuckled and shook her head at Spike. "Didn't we already go through this? I mean, it's getting old, bleach boy. Why don't you just go back to your crypt and leave us alone?"
"Make me."
"I will!" She snappeed and started mumbling something under her breath. Until a hand cut her off.
Willow had put her hand over Tara's mouth before she could finish her curse, and whispered so only she could hear. "Not now..she won't help if we kill him remember?"
If it wasn't for his heightened hearing, Spike would've have caught that, but he had and raised an eyebrow questioningly. "She?"
Turning their attention back to the blonde vampire standing before them, both smiled. "She." Willow repeated.
"And who is this she then?" He asked, glancing back at Buffy for a moment.
"Who do you think?"
"I don't bloody well know you git! I can't read you're bleeding mind! Just tell me who you're talking about!" He exclaimed, all of his patience having slipped away.
The witches, once more, exchanged a look then turned back to Spike.
"Fine." Willow started. "We need Buffy's help." She finished, crossing her arms infront of her.
The vampire raised a confused eyebrow. "Uh, ladies, the girl's dead. How can she help you?"
"Well she won't be dead long, silly." Tara chimed in, a innocent smile blooming on her lips.
"Oh no. We already did the whole, 'bring Buffy back from the dead thing' let's not repeat everything." He imediatly protested, shaking his head.
"Why do you need Buffy's help?" A soft voice asked.
The three adults turned their heads and saw the young teen sitting on the stairs, most likely having been there for a few minutes. Listening to their conversation.
'So that's what that extra breathing was..thought she was there.' Spike thought, then shook his thoughts away. "Look Bit, you better get back to bed. Need you're rest of school."
"Tomorrow's Sunday, Spike, I don't have school." She retorted, now standing and moving into the living room.
Seeing the Willow and Tara closer, Dawn notices the hair color and the all black cloths. "What's going on?"
"That's what I want to know." The blonde vampire grumbled, turning his attention back to the Buffy corpse.
"Look what we brought you Dawnie." Willow announced cheerfully, guesturing to the corpse still floating beside them.
Having not noticed the body when she was sitting on the stairs, Dawn looked at it and her eyes went wide, tears immediatly driving forward. Begging to be shed. "Buffy.." She whispered, as she steped closer to it, placing a hand on her hair and stroking it a few times.
'Buffy's dead...how? Why? Why do they have black hair and black cloths? Why did they need Buffy's help? What's going on?' Thoughts were racing through the brunette's thoughts, she herself not being able to control them. Memories came and went involving her and Buffy. Their fights, their sad moments, happy moments. It all rushed back to her, as if she had fogetten them and the corpse was bringing them back.
Dawn pulled her hand away from Buffy's hair as if the corpse had brunt her, shaking her head. She couldn't form words, trying as hard as she could do to so. Her gaze passed from Spike, to Anya and Xander who were still on the couch sleeping then finally the witches. She was confused, she was hurt, and angry. She didn't want these people in her house right now. Since they were clearly trying to make loosing Buffy harder for her. Bitting her lip, she couldn't help but let the tears flow past her eyes. She turned away from them all and ran back up to her room, not even bothering to slam the door to show she was angry with them. She just feel onto her bed, sobbing into the conforter. The very conforter that used to be on Buffy's bed. She had taken it from her sister's bed so that she could feel safe. Something of Buffy's covering her at night would always make her feel safer. It had before, it will again. She laid there, still crying. Not caring that the people down there were all probably laughing at her or even shaking their heads at her for being so childish.
"Dawn?" A more than familiar voice asked through the darkness of her room.
The girl looked up, and her eyes went wide at what she saw. She was speechless, now having an even harder time at trying to form words.
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Ooo who is this person in Dawn's room? What's going to happen? Hmmm I wonder... Keep those reviews comming!
SpikesChick4Life- Ah, my mistake. I thought you meant it was a bad cry. -shrugs- Sorry about that. Anyway, I'm glad you like the story. And I appreciate you reviewing so much. Also no worries, I'll be writing more..much more if I'm lucky. Oh, and Happy Brithday!! ps. How old are you turning?
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Mistaken
Chapter Seven
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He couldn't believe what was going on. Buffy was supposed to be dead. 'Well, she is dead. Just..not where she's supposed to be..' He told himself. Spike had been standing there, in front of a dead Buffy for a few minutes already, still not wanting to believe that it was her. 'They're playing with my head..but why? They're not like that..'
Other thoughts starting racing into his head. This time about the two girls standing to his left. Both of them still had those evil smirks playing on their lips, as they watched him. Just waiting for him to explode. They needed to get some practice runs before going back out to look for Warren and his little friends.
'What's going on around here?' The vampire asked himself, furrowing his brow a little. He didn't realize that his gaze was still fixed on the hovering corpse, so he looked kind of out of it if someone else were to see him. A minute or so more passes, as he continues to think. Though his expressions didn't change much, his brow stayed furrowed and every once and a while, it loosened a bit, but then went right back to where it was before.
"You bloody well better explain yourselves." He finally announced. His voice sounded angry yet surprised. Though it had a hint of pain in it, suggesting that he didn't really want to see the dead slayer.
Both witches exchanged another one of their smirks then turned their attention once again to him.
"What is there to explain?" Willow asked him, cocking her head to the side slightly.
This time Spike tore his gaze from Buffy and looked at her, his eyes flashing dangerously golden. "Why is she here?" He growled, trying to control his anger...and patience.
It was Tara who answered this one. "Hmmm..because we thought you might like a present.."
"I don't have time for your games. Tell me what you brought her here for!" He snapped back at her, his patience slowly wearing thin.
"Aw, poor Spikey. Do you want your slayer back?" Willow asked him, her smirk returning to her curled lips.
The vampire looked from Tara to Willow, clearly showing how confused he is. "What's going on with you two?"
"Nothing..we just want to see you squirm." The used to be red head answered him, without a second thought.
"Why?"
"Because, we don't like you." Tara supplied the answer, her tone plain.
"What about Buffy?" The blonde asked, looking back at the dead body.
"What about her?" Willow asked in reply, glancing over at the old slayer.
'This isn't real, this isn't happening. Spike, boy, you're sleeping. Wake up!' He yelled inside his head, though his pesky voice of reason piped up and added. 'This is to real. Willow and Tara have gone evil, Buffy's dead and they brough her corpse back here. Just to make me squrim? That doesn't fit. Why would they care about me? Shouldn't they be going and killing people or something?' It asked, which he mentally nodded in agreement to.
"What about her? Why'd you bring her back here?"
Tara chuckled and shook her head at Spike. "Didn't we already go through this? I mean, it's getting old, bleach boy. Why don't you just go back to your crypt and leave us alone?"
"Make me."
"I will!" She snappeed and started mumbling something under her breath. Until a hand cut her off.
Willow had put her hand over Tara's mouth before she could finish her curse, and whispered so only she could hear. "Not now..she won't help if we kill him remember?"
If it wasn't for his heightened hearing, Spike would've have caught that, but he had and raised an eyebrow questioningly. "She?"
Turning their attention back to the blonde vampire standing before them, both smiled. "She." Willow repeated.
"And who is this she then?" He asked, glancing back at Buffy for a moment.
"Who do you think?"
"I don't bloody well know you git! I can't read you're bleeding mind! Just tell me who you're talking about!" He exclaimed, all of his patience having slipped away.
The witches, once more, exchanged a look then turned back to Spike.
"Fine." Willow started. "We need Buffy's help." She finished, crossing her arms infront of her.
The vampire raised a confused eyebrow. "Uh, ladies, the girl's dead. How can she help you?"
"Well she won't be dead long, silly." Tara chimed in, a innocent smile blooming on her lips.
"Oh no. We already did the whole, 'bring Buffy back from the dead thing' let's not repeat everything." He imediatly protested, shaking his head.
"Why do you need Buffy's help?" A soft voice asked.
The three adults turned their heads and saw the young teen sitting on the stairs, most likely having been there for a few minutes. Listening to their conversation.
'So that's what that extra breathing was..thought she was there.' Spike thought, then shook his thoughts away. "Look Bit, you better get back to bed. Need you're rest of school."
"Tomorrow's Sunday, Spike, I don't have school." She retorted, now standing and moving into the living room.
Seeing the Willow and Tara closer, Dawn notices the hair color and the all black cloths. "What's going on?"
"That's what I want to know." The blonde vampire grumbled, turning his attention back to the Buffy corpse.
"Look what we brought you Dawnie." Willow announced cheerfully, guesturing to the corpse still floating beside them.
Having not noticed the body when she was sitting on the stairs, Dawn looked at it and her eyes went wide, tears immediatly driving forward. Begging to be shed. "Buffy.." She whispered, as she steped closer to it, placing a hand on her hair and stroking it a few times.
'Buffy's dead...how? Why? Why do they have black hair and black cloths? Why did they need Buffy's help? What's going on?' Thoughts were racing through the brunette's thoughts, she herself not being able to control them. Memories came and went involving her and Buffy. Their fights, their sad moments, happy moments. It all rushed back to her, as if she had fogetten them and the corpse was bringing them back.
Dawn pulled her hand away from Buffy's hair as if the corpse had brunt her, shaking her head. She couldn't form words, trying as hard as she could do to so. Her gaze passed from Spike, to Anya and Xander who were still on the couch sleeping then finally the witches. She was confused, she was hurt, and angry. She didn't want these people in her house right now. Since they were clearly trying to make loosing Buffy harder for her. Bitting her lip, she couldn't help but let the tears flow past her eyes. She turned away from them all and ran back up to her room, not even bothering to slam the door to show she was angry with them. She just feel onto her bed, sobbing into the conforter. The very conforter that used to be on Buffy's bed. She had taken it from her sister's bed so that she could feel safe. Something of Buffy's covering her at night would always make her feel safer. It had before, it will again. She laid there, still crying. Not caring that the people down there were all probably laughing at her or even shaking their heads at her for being so childish.
"Dawn?" A more than familiar voice asked through the darkness of her room.
The girl looked up, and her eyes went wide at what she saw. She was speechless, now having an even harder time at trying to form words.
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Ooo who is this person in Dawn's room? What's going to happen? Hmmm I wonder... Keep those reviews comming!