Disclaimer: Well, I'm not feeling up to anything creative-wise in the
disclaimer section. I own nothing Buffy the Vampire Slayer related. Joss
Whedon does. And I don't own A Midsummer Night's Dream. William Shakespeare
does. Or would, if he were alive today, or if his family has publishing
rights. Oh, and I don't own anything relating to the movie version.
Everything I own is crappy/ lame. No need to feel sorry, because my life
is terrible.
Rating: PG-13- Naughtiness by the Bard
Summary: 100% AU! Magic? Mistaken identity? Fairies? True love? And . . . donkey lovin'? BTVS meets Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream!
Author's Notes: Everything is back to regular. No more finals, no more theater competition, no more emotional baggage. This, for my readers, is a new chapter. Yes, a new chapter! So, I will so be writing more often, now that I barely have any homework. Three of my classes this semester are super hard (calculus! God, how I hate calculus!), but the rest are so damn easy (I plan to spend the period I'm in economics by writing out new chapter ideas, so yea for you all!) Love you all so very much, and keep reading and posting reviews!
PS: I've been spending the past six months looking for some stories. They were removed during the whole Fan Fic debacle. But I found them on an archive site, so I have to sing its praises! Sinister Attractions, you so rock, and thank you for keeping the good stories on the web! Lily-bug loves you!
Chapter Eight- A Raven For a Dove
"Drusilla?"
With a sudden burst of energy, Spike bolted up from his position on the ground.
He stared at the beautiful woman in front of him, this heavenly creature that could only have desended from the heavens.
Oblivious to the look of longing in his eyes, Drusilla found herself inwardly sighing. *He's not hurt, or dead, or worse, thank God!* Backing away, she gave him a playful punch on the shoulder.
"You stupid bastard, I thought you were-"
The words from her mouth stopped when she felt Spike clutch her hand, holding it as if it were made of fragile crystal.
"Oh God, I'm a fool." His fingers lightly rubbed the soft skin on her hand.
Raising an eyebrow, she slowly pulled her hand out of his grip. "Why are you a fool?" she asked, a teasing tone in her voice.
He kneeled before her, rapping his arms around her shoulders. "I've been blind, Dru. Utterly blind! As long as I've known you, I never saw the gorgeous woman standing in front of me. But now, I can see. Damnit, I see!" The poetry flooded from his lips, even if it was completely corny and cliched. It didn't matter though. "I love you Drusilla!"
A look of discomfort settled on the brunette's face. "Oh . . . really?" Standing, she slowly began to back away. "That's, um . . . that's fine . . . um, Spike. B-but I have to go find Angel, so-"
"ANGEL?"
He leapt up, his face distorted with anger.
"That stupid, bloody wanker is in the forest with you?! Where is he? I'll kill him!" He started to stalk towards her, as a predator would approach his pray, while Drusilla helplessly backed up against a tree, terrified.
"What do you mean?" She laughed uncomfortably; hoping humor would relieve the situation. But, she realized that it didn't work when Spike pressed his palms against the bark of the tree, pinning her there. "What about Buffy?" *A diversionary tactic! Yes, it'll work!* "Don't you still love her?"
"Buffy?" He spat the word out as if he was saying manure, or homework. "Yeah, that was a great relationship. That stupid little girl crying all the bloody time. 'Wa wa, my life is so stinky!' " The disgusted look slowly melted away, and he put his left hand to her cheek. "Nobody else compares with you, ducks."
Taking the opportunity, Drusilla escaped as he leaned in to kiss her.
As fast as a person in a miniskirt could, she quickly sped off, with Spike trailing.
*What in the hell is wrong with him? He doesn't love me! He loves Buffy! This all has to be some mistake. Or maybe he really does love me, and just didn't know about it! Or maybe . . . *
She stopped, allowing Spike to catch up with her and grab her arm.
"I see what this is!" she screamed, spinning around to look at the blond. "You and Buffy got bored, and decided to play a game with me! Called 'Let's Make Drusilla Cry by Pointing Out the Fact That No One Will Ever Be In Love with Her'! You were just on the ground, waiting for me to pass by, weren't you?!"
He began to protest, but she ignored it.
"Buffy's probably right in the bushes now, watching you make fun of poor, stupid Dru!"
Molding her free hand into a fist, she popped a hard jab right into his stomach. His breath escaped from his body as he collapsed in a heap on the ground.
"That'll teach you to mess with Drusilla Claire! She's friends with the stars and fairies, and they always help her!" Adding a hard kick in his side to her declaration, she stormed off.
Desperately trying to get the air back in his lungs, Spike sat up.
"Wait Dru! Please wait!" His body shaking in protest, he got to his feet and began to follow her.
As he came near the trees she passed though, he spied the spot where Buffy was lying. Despite all the noise, she was still asleep, curled up in his duster.
In the past, when he was still in love with her, Spike would've rushed to her side the moment he looked at her.
But, he didn't give her a second thought, deciding instead to chase the brunette, his goddess, through the woods.
^^^^^^^^^^
A smile curled on Buffy's lips as she came out of sleep.
Burying her nose into the duster that covered her body, she inhaled the smell that lingered on. That dark, musky smell that clung to Spike always sent a shiver down her spine.
"Spike hon, are you awake?" she sighed, her eyes still shut. There was no answer.
"Spike?" she called a little louder, waiting for the answer that never sounded.
Quickly, she sat up.
If not for the moon and stars that peaked through the branches in the trees overhead, the woods would have been a sea of black. But, through the twilight, she could survey her surroundings.
The trees . . .
The grass . . .
And the empty spot where Spike had been sleeping.
A wave of panic hit her.
Where was he?
"SPIKE!" she screamed, her small voice echoing against the large trees.
He was gone.
Author's Notes, Part II:
Imzadi- do I have to say "I agree"? I think not!
Rating: PG-13- Naughtiness by the Bard
Summary: 100% AU! Magic? Mistaken identity? Fairies? True love? And . . . donkey lovin'? BTVS meets Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream!
Author's Notes: Everything is back to regular. No more finals, no more theater competition, no more emotional baggage. This, for my readers, is a new chapter. Yes, a new chapter! So, I will so be writing more often, now that I barely have any homework. Three of my classes this semester are super hard (calculus! God, how I hate calculus!), but the rest are so damn easy (I plan to spend the period I'm in economics by writing out new chapter ideas, so yea for you all!) Love you all so very much, and keep reading and posting reviews!
PS: I've been spending the past six months looking for some stories. They were removed during the whole Fan Fic debacle. But I found them on an archive site, so I have to sing its praises! Sinister Attractions, you so rock, and thank you for keeping the good stories on the web! Lily-bug loves you!
Chapter Eight- A Raven For a Dove
"Drusilla?"
With a sudden burst of energy, Spike bolted up from his position on the ground.
He stared at the beautiful woman in front of him, this heavenly creature that could only have desended from the heavens.
Oblivious to the look of longing in his eyes, Drusilla found herself inwardly sighing. *He's not hurt, or dead, or worse, thank God!* Backing away, she gave him a playful punch on the shoulder.
"You stupid bastard, I thought you were-"
The words from her mouth stopped when she felt Spike clutch her hand, holding it as if it were made of fragile crystal.
"Oh God, I'm a fool." His fingers lightly rubbed the soft skin on her hand.
Raising an eyebrow, she slowly pulled her hand out of his grip. "Why are you a fool?" she asked, a teasing tone in her voice.
He kneeled before her, rapping his arms around her shoulders. "I've been blind, Dru. Utterly blind! As long as I've known you, I never saw the gorgeous woman standing in front of me. But now, I can see. Damnit, I see!" The poetry flooded from his lips, even if it was completely corny and cliched. It didn't matter though. "I love you Drusilla!"
A look of discomfort settled on the brunette's face. "Oh . . . really?" Standing, she slowly began to back away. "That's, um . . . that's fine . . . um, Spike. B-but I have to go find Angel, so-"
"ANGEL?"
He leapt up, his face distorted with anger.
"That stupid, bloody wanker is in the forest with you?! Where is he? I'll kill him!" He started to stalk towards her, as a predator would approach his pray, while Drusilla helplessly backed up against a tree, terrified.
"What do you mean?" She laughed uncomfortably; hoping humor would relieve the situation. But, she realized that it didn't work when Spike pressed his palms against the bark of the tree, pinning her there. "What about Buffy?" *A diversionary tactic! Yes, it'll work!* "Don't you still love her?"
"Buffy?" He spat the word out as if he was saying manure, or homework. "Yeah, that was a great relationship. That stupid little girl crying all the bloody time. 'Wa wa, my life is so stinky!' " The disgusted look slowly melted away, and he put his left hand to her cheek. "Nobody else compares with you, ducks."
Taking the opportunity, Drusilla escaped as he leaned in to kiss her.
As fast as a person in a miniskirt could, she quickly sped off, with Spike trailing.
*What in the hell is wrong with him? He doesn't love me! He loves Buffy! This all has to be some mistake. Or maybe he really does love me, and just didn't know about it! Or maybe . . . *
She stopped, allowing Spike to catch up with her and grab her arm.
"I see what this is!" she screamed, spinning around to look at the blond. "You and Buffy got bored, and decided to play a game with me! Called 'Let's Make Drusilla Cry by Pointing Out the Fact That No One Will Ever Be In Love with Her'! You were just on the ground, waiting for me to pass by, weren't you?!"
He began to protest, but she ignored it.
"Buffy's probably right in the bushes now, watching you make fun of poor, stupid Dru!"
Molding her free hand into a fist, she popped a hard jab right into his stomach. His breath escaped from his body as he collapsed in a heap on the ground.
"That'll teach you to mess with Drusilla Claire! She's friends with the stars and fairies, and they always help her!" Adding a hard kick in his side to her declaration, she stormed off.
Desperately trying to get the air back in his lungs, Spike sat up.
"Wait Dru! Please wait!" His body shaking in protest, he got to his feet and began to follow her.
As he came near the trees she passed though, he spied the spot where Buffy was lying. Despite all the noise, she was still asleep, curled up in his duster.
In the past, when he was still in love with her, Spike would've rushed to her side the moment he looked at her.
But, he didn't give her a second thought, deciding instead to chase the brunette, his goddess, through the woods.
^^^^^^^^^^
A smile curled on Buffy's lips as she came out of sleep.
Burying her nose into the duster that covered her body, she inhaled the smell that lingered on. That dark, musky smell that clung to Spike always sent a shiver down her spine.
"Spike hon, are you awake?" she sighed, her eyes still shut. There was no answer.
"Spike?" she called a little louder, waiting for the answer that never sounded.
Quickly, she sat up.
If not for the moon and stars that peaked through the branches in the trees overhead, the woods would have been a sea of black. But, through the twilight, she could survey her surroundings.
The trees . . .
The grass . . .
And the empty spot where Spike had been sleeping.
A wave of panic hit her.
Where was he?
"SPIKE!" she screamed, her small voice echoing against the large trees.
He was gone.
Author's Notes, Part II:
Imzadi- do I have to say "I agree"? I think not!