Buffy- 'But… Cute guy! Teenager!
Post- pubescent fantasies!'
Chapter thirteen
"Buffy? Buffy? Earth to Buffy!"
Buffy blinked and looked up at the beholder of the voice and suddenly grinned foolishly. Jumping up from her seat in the living room, she ran across to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Flabbergasted, Xander returned the hug and patted her back rather awkwardly. When Buffy withdrew, she couldn't help but grin even broader at the look on one of her best friend's face, more happy than confused.
"Xander! You're here? I mean, you're here!" She could have kiss him.
Xander looked around the room nervously. "Er- right Buff… I am here, well, not really, but my physical features are."
"Oh, you!" Backing up, she turned around and suddenly gasped. Silence. "W-Willow? Tara? Anya? Spike? Dawn? Dawn!"
The younger Summers smiled sheepishly up at her sister, and when they embraced Buffy couldn't help but feel like the most happiest person in the world. First of all, she was gone from Middle- earth, second of all she was back in Sunnydale, thirdly because she was reunited with her sister and friends. Her family. But, as she looked and embraced her friends, she couldn't help but feel something strange beginning to happen. Shocked, Buffy grabbed onto Dawn's arms.
"Dawn! You're… you're fading!" She cried.
Dawn looked down and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, looky there, 'guess I am."
"And, me too!" Willow said, laughing at the way her hands began to fade before her. "I guess some things never change."
"Yeah, like Buffy dying." Anya said, sighing and touching her fading hair.
"Always dying and stuff, it's getting really old." Tara put in.
"Aren't you brain dead?" Buffy snapped.
Tara shrugged, but Xander cut in. "They're right, you know. You are always dying, always leaving us to look after things and leaving heavy burdens on our shoulders. I mean, it was an accident that you fell through that portal and ended in Middle- earth, but still, it would of been nice if you left a note. Or some money."
"Yeah!" Everyone cried.
Buffy was taken back. Her friends were deceiving her because she accidentally ended up in lala land? It wasn't like she planned on hitting Middle- earth, or dying for the second- no, wait, the third time. And anyway, Middle- earth was nothing compared to Sunnydale, and her new friends in Middle- earth couldn't match up to her friends here at her real home.
But what they said was true. Though Buffy wasn't going to admit it just yet, she still nodded and sulked her head sadly.
"I'd thought you'd be happy I came back." She sniffled.
"Aw, no worries luv." Spike said at last, winking and Buffy noticed he, as well as herself, were the only ones not fading. Noticing this, he walked over to and and smiled. "You gotta lighten up, Slayer! These idiots have no idea what we immortals feel. Bloody ranks. But y'know-"
"Immortals?" Buffy repeated, her voice high pitched and, well, shrill. At the vampire's nod, Buffy burst into laughter and looked up to see the expression of her friends, but they were suddenly gone, save for the living room. "Where- where are they?"
Spike frowned. "They faded, luv. They are no more."
"W-why?" Buffy wailed, dreading the answer.
Spike frowned even more. "Because, they are mortals. Mortals fade after a period of time, ain't they?"
Buffy's eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hand. "Yes. Yes, but why didn't we fade? Well, I know you can't fade, you aren't mortal, but why not me? Why didn't I fade?"
Spike slapped his hand across his face, and said dramatically, "You are an immortal. Destined to live forever--- with me!"
Buffy ignored his humor and stood there, astounded at the knowledge coming from this desperate vampire. Immortal? Her? Destined to live forever with him? Shakily, she turned to him and gritted her teeth. Spike notched his eyebrows up and shook under her gaze. Bloody Slayer always had a way with me poor soul- wait, that's right, I don't have one.
"How dare you!" She shrieked, throwing her hand across Spike's face and slapping him. "I… I am not immortal! I am going to die and how dare you compare me with someone… with something like you! I'm gonna die, Spike, I am."
"Don't go all postal on me." Spike snapped, clutching his bruised cheek. "And for your own good, you are immortal, and I ain't comparing you with me. There plenty other things out there that are immortal. Like demons. Or Elves."
Buffy laughed hysterically. "How can I be an immortal? I'm only a-"
"Slayer?" Spike finished, questionably. "Look… Buffy, I'm only doing this out of the goodness in my bloody heart. Which is usually never, and I can see why you can't really trust me, after all I practically raped you-"
"SPIKE!" Buffy cried, rubbing her temple tenderly.
"Right. Well, as I was saying." He cleared his throat and smoothed back his greasy hair. "You're immortal. You're a slayer. Whether you like it or not, Buffy, you are immortal. Meaning you're a slayer. Meaning… you're immortal. Ah, bloody hell, just listen, will ya? You are immortal, and bottom line, you'll never die."
"But I already did die!" She argued. "Remember? Two or three times."
"That's cuz the first two times someone killed you." Spike said.
"And the third?" She asked impatiently.
Spike made a small gesture at his chest. "And the third… you killed yourself. That's why you didn't goto heaven, that's why you were sent where you were sent, and that's why the world is saved. Because of you."
Buffy let this all sink in slowly, Spike's quick talk irritating her mind. After a while of silence, Buffy looked up and saw that the vampire was watching her intently, almost frightened of her reaction.
With a deep breath, Buffy replied. "And my prize?"
"Immortality."
Comment: I added this chapter quickly. It's not really a chapter… just… a gift? Well, call it whatever you like, because I'm afraid I won't be updating the next till… well, I don't know when. Just review and tell me what you think of this chapter thing, and don't worry, this isn't a cliff hanger. It might seem like one, but it isn't. It's an inkling of what Buffy really is, and well, more is on the way. MUCH more. School is hectic, and that's why I'm not going to get enough computer time to get through with the next chapter. I have ideas though, don't worry. Any constructive criticism, please deposit through the review button. 'Spanks.
Chapter thirteen
"Buffy? Buffy? Earth to Buffy!"
Buffy blinked and looked up at the beholder of the voice and suddenly grinned foolishly. Jumping up from her seat in the living room, she ran across to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Flabbergasted, Xander returned the hug and patted her back rather awkwardly. When Buffy withdrew, she couldn't help but grin even broader at the look on one of her best friend's face, more happy than confused.
"Xander! You're here? I mean, you're here!" She could have kiss him.
Xander looked around the room nervously. "Er- right Buff… I am here, well, not really, but my physical features are."
"Oh, you!" Backing up, she turned around and suddenly gasped. Silence. "W-Willow? Tara? Anya? Spike? Dawn? Dawn!"
The younger Summers smiled sheepishly up at her sister, and when they embraced Buffy couldn't help but feel like the most happiest person in the world. First of all, she was gone from Middle- earth, second of all she was back in Sunnydale, thirdly because she was reunited with her sister and friends. Her family. But, as she looked and embraced her friends, she couldn't help but feel something strange beginning to happen. Shocked, Buffy grabbed onto Dawn's arms.
"Dawn! You're… you're fading!" She cried.
Dawn looked down and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, looky there, 'guess I am."
"And, me too!" Willow said, laughing at the way her hands began to fade before her. "I guess some things never change."
"Yeah, like Buffy dying." Anya said, sighing and touching her fading hair.
"Always dying and stuff, it's getting really old." Tara put in.
"Aren't you brain dead?" Buffy snapped.
Tara shrugged, but Xander cut in. "They're right, you know. You are always dying, always leaving us to look after things and leaving heavy burdens on our shoulders. I mean, it was an accident that you fell through that portal and ended in Middle- earth, but still, it would of been nice if you left a note. Or some money."
"Yeah!" Everyone cried.
Buffy was taken back. Her friends were deceiving her because she accidentally ended up in lala land? It wasn't like she planned on hitting Middle- earth, or dying for the second- no, wait, the third time. And anyway, Middle- earth was nothing compared to Sunnydale, and her new friends in Middle- earth couldn't match up to her friends here at her real home.
But what they said was true. Though Buffy wasn't going to admit it just yet, she still nodded and sulked her head sadly.
"I'd thought you'd be happy I came back." She sniffled.
"Aw, no worries luv." Spike said at last, winking and Buffy noticed he, as well as herself, were the only ones not fading. Noticing this, he walked over to and and smiled. "You gotta lighten up, Slayer! These idiots have no idea what we immortals feel. Bloody ranks. But y'know-"
"Immortals?" Buffy repeated, her voice high pitched and, well, shrill. At the vampire's nod, Buffy burst into laughter and looked up to see the expression of her friends, but they were suddenly gone, save for the living room. "Where- where are they?"
Spike frowned. "They faded, luv. They are no more."
"W-why?" Buffy wailed, dreading the answer.
Spike frowned even more. "Because, they are mortals. Mortals fade after a period of time, ain't they?"
Buffy's eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hand. "Yes. Yes, but why didn't we fade? Well, I know you can't fade, you aren't mortal, but why not me? Why didn't I fade?"
Spike slapped his hand across his face, and said dramatically, "You are an immortal. Destined to live forever--- with me!"
Buffy ignored his humor and stood there, astounded at the knowledge coming from this desperate vampire. Immortal? Her? Destined to live forever with him? Shakily, she turned to him and gritted her teeth. Spike notched his eyebrows up and shook under her gaze. Bloody Slayer always had a way with me poor soul- wait, that's right, I don't have one.
"How dare you!" She shrieked, throwing her hand across Spike's face and slapping him. "I… I am not immortal! I am going to die and how dare you compare me with someone… with something like you! I'm gonna die, Spike, I am."
"Don't go all postal on me." Spike snapped, clutching his bruised cheek. "And for your own good, you are immortal, and I ain't comparing you with me. There plenty other things out there that are immortal. Like demons. Or Elves."
Buffy laughed hysterically. "How can I be an immortal? I'm only a-"
"Slayer?" Spike finished, questionably. "Look… Buffy, I'm only doing this out of the goodness in my bloody heart. Which is usually never, and I can see why you can't really trust me, after all I practically raped you-"
"SPIKE!" Buffy cried, rubbing her temple tenderly.
"Right. Well, as I was saying." He cleared his throat and smoothed back his greasy hair. "You're immortal. You're a slayer. Whether you like it or not, Buffy, you are immortal. Meaning you're a slayer. Meaning… you're immortal. Ah, bloody hell, just listen, will ya? You are immortal, and bottom line, you'll never die."
"But I already did die!" She argued. "Remember? Two or three times."
"That's cuz the first two times someone killed you." Spike said.
"And the third?" She asked impatiently.
Spike made a small gesture at his chest. "And the third… you killed yourself. That's why you didn't goto heaven, that's why you were sent where you were sent, and that's why the world is saved. Because of you."
Buffy let this all sink in slowly, Spike's quick talk irritating her mind. After a while of silence, Buffy looked up and saw that the vampire was watching her intently, almost frightened of her reaction.
With a deep breath, Buffy replied. "And my prize?"
"Immortality."
Comment: I added this chapter quickly. It's not really a chapter… just… a gift? Well, call it whatever you like, because I'm afraid I won't be updating the next till… well, I don't know when. Just review and tell me what you think of this chapter thing, and don't worry, this isn't a cliff hanger. It might seem like one, but it isn't. It's an inkling of what Buffy really is, and well, more is on the way. MUCH more. School is hectic, and that's why I'm not going to get enough computer time to get through with the next chapter. I have ideas though, don't worry. Any constructive criticism, please deposit through the review button. 'Spanks.