Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox,
etc... except of course the ones I make up.
Summary: Spike and Buffy are going to have a baby together!!! I know, I know, it's been done about a million times but I promise that this one is different. Anyway, it also deals with all different types of families that could exist in the Buffyverse.
Spoilers: None really
Continuity: It's the sequel to "Apocalypse now... Again". However, you don't really need to read it to understand this fic. It picks up a few weeks after where "Apocalypse Now... Again" leaves off. Also, I just thought I'd point out that Tara is alive and with Willow, both witches are living with Buffy. Also, Xander and Anya are married.
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FAMILY
Chapter 28: Bitter Blood
Spike could barely feel his legs pounding the ground below his feet as he ran. The world was a blur a gravestones that eventually turned into residential streets but Spike barely noticed the shift in scenery. His world spun quickly around him, and he felt as though his head was spinning in the opposite direction. He found his problem to be that if he thought too hard about where he was going or what he was doing, he became light- headed, making it that much harder to run. So he kept his mind as blank as he possibly could, which was a rather difficult task.
Back about twenty yards he could hear Sid and Giles running behind him. He admired their attempt to keep up, but they could not match his vampire speed or stamina, but still they were steadily following him. He could only imagine how Giles must be feeling, because it was better that he imagine that then go back to how he felt. The poor watcher, how he must be fretting over his charges, his slayers, hell... his daughters.
The more Spike thought about how Giles felt, the more he realized how terrified he actually was. He couldn't imagine his life without Buffy, but that seemed to be all he could think about. He thought of what his life would be like without her in it after she had become so much a part of it. He knew what his life would be... nothing. He was nothing without her.
And poor Dawn being dragged into all of this when really it had nothing to do with her. He cursed himself angrily for being so cross with her. He couldn't imagine their last meeting truly being their last. If he had known that it was even a possibility that he may never see her again, he never would have been so cold. He would have let her know how much he truly did care about her, and how important she was to him, even when she drove him crazy.
Spike forced the thoughts out of his head. That wasn't the last time, he insisted in his mind. He would see Dawn and Buffy again, and he would see his little girl and everything would be fine.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard the vampire enforced these thoughts to himself, the fear of losing his family, of losing his entire world, kept creeping back inside and coursing through his body. His hands shook and he balled them into fists, digging his nails into his skin. He licked his lips and felt that the cut on his mouth had already scabbed over, but he could still taste the dry blood on his tongue.
Blood had never tasted so bitter.
He shook his head and blinked the frightened tears from his eyes as his legs brought him closer and closer to his home with every step. He saw the houses passing by out of the corners of his eyes and he could hear the wind whipping past his ears. They were like drums beating a death march and the sound seeped into his skin and burned his insides. Terror filled his body once again and he shivered violently, causing him to stumble. He quickly regained his balanced and continued on. He tried to shake the sounds of death from his ears but the more he fought it, the more he felt it fighting back, like the bitter cold form that death would often take.
He was only a few blocks away now, and all Spike could do was run.
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Dawn looked down at the vampires from the porch, her face a mask of cool defiance. She was surprised by how confident she was feeling though she was still quite terrified. But she knew, she knew as she looked as those vampire that she belonged there, facing them.
And she knew she was gonna take them down.
"You're awfully quiet," she said, and she cocked her head to the side and smirked.
"Don't worry about that," the one nearest her retorted gruffly, "there's gonna be plenty of screaming soon enough."
"Oh yeah?"
She whipped the crossbow out from behind her back, and pulled the trigger. With perfect aim, she hit the vampire right in the heart. He stared at the small, thin piece of wood protruding from his chest in complete shock.
"You're not wrong," Dawn told him, as he cried out and crumbled to dust. She already had the upper-hand and as far as she was concerned it was going to stay that way.
She jump-kicked a vampire that ran at her from the front lawn and he fell backward. She landed easily in front of the first step. She took a moment to look around and counted three other vampires. Okay, good. Not the full eight, she made a mental note to herself. Before she could think any further, instinct took control and her fists were flying at the vampires attacking her. She swung her right arm, which was holding the crossbow, around to hit the vampire behind her in the head. It made contact and she could hear the clash of bone and wood and the vampire fell to the ground, as did the broken pieces of her weapon. She dropped it quickly and slipped a stake out of her sleeve.
Dawn didn't miss her opportunity and she staked the vampire lying on the floor. He turned to dust and it was finished. Two down, two to go, and Dawn hadn't even broken a sweat.
The other two vampires came at her suddenly with great intensity. Their strength was more equal to that of the first of their clan that she had seen months before. Dawn was determined not to let them win, or to even let them get close.
The one on her right swung at her but she caught his fist and twisted his arm back. He cried out and Dawn lifted her arm, ready to plunge her stake into his chest when she felt a cool hand wrap around her wrist as a fist like iron collided with her face. Blood immediately began to drip from her nose but she merely wiped it away nonchalantly, determined not to lose her cool. She kicked out her leg and her foot met the chest of the vampire that had punched her. He flew back quite a few feet, which gave her a few seconds to continue her fight with the other vampire.
He came at her faster than she had expected as she felt the wind knocked out of her as a fist pounded on her stomach. She was on her back and the vampires both came toward her at the same time. The one that got there first loomed over her ominously, until she swung her leg up and kicked him in the face. She then turned her body into a position that enabled her to kick the legs out from under the other vampire. As he fell, she stood and took a few steps back, giving herself some distance.
"Why do you bother?" The standing vampire asked her as the other got to its feet.
"Why do I bother?" Dawn responded, her voice thick with shock. "You do know the job of the slayer, right?"
"Of course. Then you should know my job, as well."
Dawn responded with a single dip of her head. "I do."
"Well then, I have a business proposition for you. What if I-"
"Are you joking?" Dawn asked, again completely surprised by the conduct of the creature. "Nothing you could say is going to make me back down. Nothing!"
"That's too bad. Because, Slayer, either way, we're going to have the child."
"That's never going to happen."
"Isn't it?"
"Over my dead body."
Dawn immediately regretted her words when she felt a sudden, searing pain surging through her left arm. Another vampire had crept up behind her while she was being distracted, grabbed her arm, and snapped the bone in two.
"We can make that happen," the cool, deep voice of her newest enemy told her as he pulled on her broken arm. Dawn cried out, forcing her eyes to not allow the forming tears to fall. She blinked them away as she saw from the corner of her eye another vampire emerge from the darkness. That accounted for six, and she wondered if seven and eight would be joining them soon.
"But to go from your current, lively condition to merely having a dead body... well. that can take a while..." he informed Dawn as he grabbed her other arm and pinned her legs. She tried to fight back, she tried to wrestle free but he was too strong and there was so much pain. She looked up and saw the three other vampires advancing toward her and she felt like she was going to throw up. She was distracted from this feeling by the sudden flying of fists coming down on her from all directions. They beat and kicked her relentlessly... and laughed as they did.
At first the pain was so intense that all Dawn could think of how much she was hurting. But after a minute or two of the beatings, she could barely even feel it at all and all she could do was think.
The first thing that came to her mind was how she had failed. She had failed her sister, and Spike, and Kat, and herself. She thought of everything that she would miss now... prom was next weekend and graduation just two weeks after that. She thought of Dave, and how she would never feel him holding her again. Or how she'd never have another chance to tell him how much she loved him. She thought of Janice, of dancing at the Bronze and going to the mall, all things she would never see again. She thought of Xander, Willow, Tara, Anya, and Giles, and of the looks of disappointment they'd have on their faces when they'd find her body. She silently wished to herself that Spike hadn't left earlier that night on such a bad note, and how she'd never have another chance to play cards or hear his stories ever again. And she though of how the last thing that Spike would know of her was her anger and hostility toward him.
Finally, she thought of Buffy and how she wished she had said goodbye. She imagined Kat being born and her not being there to see it, or see her. Hopefully, Dawn thought, she'd at least know of me, and know how much I was going to love her. That is, if anyone would get to the house in time to help Buffy.
After and eternity of abuse by the vile creatures, it ended, but it wasn't over. Dawn felt two cold, callused hands grab the sides of her face, and she knew what was coming. She blinked a few times and took in the last sights of earth that she would ever see through her eyes. She prayed to a God that she had long since long faith in for Buffy and Kat, and a little for herself.
All there was left for Dawn to do was pray.
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TBC...
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Summary: Spike and Buffy are going to have a baby together!!! I know, I know, it's been done about a million times but I promise that this one is different. Anyway, it also deals with all different types of families that could exist in the Buffyverse.
Spoilers: None really
Continuity: It's the sequel to "Apocalypse now... Again". However, you don't really need to read it to understand this fic. It picks up a few weeks after where "Apocalypse Now... Again" leaves off. Also, I just thought I'd point out that Tara is alive and with Willow, both witches are living with Buffy. Also, Xander and Anya are married.
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FAMILY
Chapter 28: Bitter Blood
Spike could barely feel his legs pounding the ground below his feet as he ran. The world was a blur a gravestones that eventually turned into residential streets but Spike barely noticed the shift in scenery. His world spun quickly around him, and he felt as though his head was spinning in the opposite direction. He found his problem to be that if he thought too hard about where he was going or what he was doing, he became light- headed, making it that much harder to run. So he kept his mind as blank as he possibly could, which was a rather difficult task.
Back about twenty yards he could hear Sid and Giles running behind him. He admired their attempt to keep up, but they could not match his vampire speed or stamina, but still they were steadily following him. He could only imagine how Giles must be feeling, because it was better that he imagine that then go back to how he felt. The poor watcher, how he must be fretting over his charges, his slayers, hell... his daughters.
The more Spike thought about how Giles felt, the more he realized how terrified he actually was. He couldn't imagine his life without Buffy, but that seemed to be all he could think about. He thought of what his life would be like without her in it after she had become so much a part of it. He knew what his life would be... nothing. He was nothing without her.
And poor Dawn being dragged into all of this when really it had nothing to do with her. He cursed himself angrily for being so cross with her. He couldn't imagine their last meeting truly being their last. If he had known that it was even a possibility that he may never see her again, he never would have been so cold. He would have let her know how much he truly did care about her, and how important she was to him, even when she drove him crazy.
Spike forced the thoughts out of his head. That wasn't the last time, he insisted in his mind. He would see Dawn and Buffy again, and he would see his little girl and everything would be fine.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard the vampire enforced these thoughts to himself, the fear of losing his family, of losing his entire world, kept creeping back inside and coursing through his body. His hands shook and he balled them into fists, digging his nails into his skin. He licked his lips and felt that the cut on his mouth had already scabbed over, but he could still taste the dry blood on his tongue.
Blood had never tasted so bitter.
He shook his head and blinked the frightened tears from his eyes as his legs brought him closer and closer to his home with every step. He saw the houses passing by out of the corners of his eyes and he could hear the wind whipping past his ears. They were like drums beating a death march and the sound seeped into his skin and burned his insides. Terror filled his body once again and he shivered violently, causing him to stumble. He quickly regained his balanced and continued on. He tried to shake the sounds of death from his ears but the more he fought it, the more he felt it fighting back, like the bitter cold form that death would often take.
He was only a few blocks away now, and all Spike could do was run.
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Dawn looked down at the vampires from the porch, her face a mask of cool defiance. She was surprised by how confident she was feeling though she was still quite terrified. But she knew, she knew as she looked as those vampire that she belonged there, facing them.
And she knew she was gonna take them down.
"You're awfully quiet," she said, and she cocked her head to the side and smirked.
"Don't worry about that," the one nearest her retorted gruffly, "there's gonna be plenty of screaming soon enough."
"Oh yeah?"
She whipped the crossbow out from behind her back, and pulled the trigger. With perfect aim, she hit the vampire right in the heart. He stared at the small, thin piece of wood protruding from his chest in complete shock.
"You're not wrong," Dawn told him, as he cried out and crumbled to dust. She already had the upper-hand and as far as she was concerned it was going to stay that way.
She jump-kicked a vampire that ran at her from the front lawn and he fell backward. She landed easily in front of the first step. She took a moment to look around and counted three other vampires. Okay, good. Not the full eight, she made a mental note to herself. Before she could think any further, instinct took control and her fists were flying at the vampires attacking her. She swung her right arm, which was holding the crossbow, around to hit the vampire behind her in the head. It made contact and she could hear the clash of bone and wood and the vampire fell to the ground, as did the broken pieces of her weapon. She dropped it quickly and slipped a stake out of her sleeve.
Dawn didn't miss her opportunity and she staked the vampire lying on the floor. He turned to dust and it was finished. Two down, two to go, and Dawn hadn't even broken a sweat.
The other two vampires came at her suddenly with great intensity. Their strength was more equal to that of the first of their clan that she had seen months before. Dawn was determined not to let them win, or to even let them get close.
The one on her right swung at her but she caught his fist and twisted his arm back. He cried out and Dawn lifted her arm, ready to plunge her stake into his chest when she felt a cool hand wrap around her wrist as a fist like iron collided with her face. Blood immediately began to drip from her nose but she merely wiped it away nonchalantly, determined not to lose her cool. She kicked out her leg and her foot met the chest of the vampire that had punched her. He flew back quite a few feet, which gave her a few seconds to continue her fight with the other vampire.
He came at her faster than she had expected as she felt the wind knocked out of her as a fist pounded on her stomach. She was on her back and the vampires both came toward her at the same time. The one that got there first loomed over her ominously, until she swung her leg up and kicked him in the face. She then turned her body into a position that enabled her to kick the legs out from under the other vampire. As he fell, she stood and took a few steps back, giving herself some distance.
"Why do you bother?" The standing vampire asked her as the other got to its feet.
"Why do I bother?" Dawn responded, her voice thick with shock. "You do know the job of the slayer, right?"
"Of course. Then you should know my job, as well."
Dawn responded with a single dip of her head. "I do."
"Well then, I have a business proposition for you. What if I-"
"Are you joking?" Dawn asked, again completely surprised by the conduct of the creature. "Nothing you could say is going to make me back down. Nothing!"
"That's too bad. Because, Slayer, either way, we're going to have the child."
"That's never going to happen."
"Isn't it?"
"Over my dead body."
Dawn immediately regretted her words when she felt a sudden, searing pain surging through her left arm. Another vampire had crept up behind her while she was being distracted, grabbed her arm, and snapped the bone in two.
"We can make that happen," the cool, deep voice of her newest enemy told her as he pulled on her broken arm. Dawn cried out, forcing her eyes to not allow the forming tears to fall. She blinked them away as she saw from the corner of her eye another vampire emerge from the darkness. That accounted for six, and she wondered if seven and eight would be joining them soon.
"But to go from your current, lively condition to merely having a dead body... well. that can take a while..." he informed Dawn as he grabbed her other arm and pinned her legs. She tried to fight back, she tried to wrestle free but he was too strong and there was so much pain. She looked up and saw the three other vampires advancing toward her and she felt like she was going to throw up. She was distracted from this feeling by the sudden flying of fists coming down on her from all directions. They beat and kicked her relentlessly... and laughed as they did.
At first the pain was so intense that all Dawn could think of how much she was hurting. But after a minute or two of the beatings, she could barely even feel it at all and all she could do was think.
The first thing that came to her mind was how she had failed. She had failed her sister, and Spike, and Kat, and herself. She thought of everything that she would miss now... prom was next weekend and graduation just two weeks after that. She thought of Dave, and how she would never feel him holding her again. Or how she'd never have another chance to tell him how much she loved him. She thought of Janice, of dancing at the Bronze and going to the mall, all things she would never see again. She thought of Xander, Willow, Tara, Anya, and Giles, and of the looks of disappointment they'd have on their faces when they'd find her body. She silently wished to herself that Spike hadn't left earlier that night on such a bad note, and how she'd never have another chance to play cards or hear his stories ever again. And she though of how the last thing that Spike would know of her was her anger and hostility toward him.
Finally, she thought of Buffy and how she wished she had said goodbye. She imagined Kat being born and her not being there to see it, or see her. Hopefully, Dawn thought, she'd at least know of me, and know how much I was going to love her. That is, if anyone would get to the house in time to help Buffy.
After and eternity of abuse by the vile creatures, it ended, but it wasn't over. Dawn felt two cold, callused hands grab the sides of her face, and she knew what was coming. She blinked a few times and took in the last sights of earth that she would ever see through her eyes. She prayed to a God that she had long since long faith in for Buffy and Kat, and a little for herself.
All there was left for Dawn to do was pray.
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TBC...
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