Spike appears in this chapter. Aw gee, I love Spike. :D
CHAPTER EIGHT: The Apocalypse.
Giles laid down the pile of papers onto his desk and fumed over the new form of hieroglyphics and ancient text. For some reason it was becoming increasingly difficult to do research. What with the Buffy's disappearance and the sudden change in Sunnydale, what wouldn't distract a Watcher from his work? Nevertheless, it was damn frustrating.
'Thousands of books and not one of them have a bloody reason why she disappeared!' he growled when the last book on the shelf had the same writings and unfamiliar paintings as the last nine hundred and ninety nine books. 'That's the last time I'm digging through those shelves.'
'Any porno's, Giles?' Xander asked, not bothering to knock on his door. 'Whoa, what's been happening here?'
'If you haven't noticed,' Giles began angrily, snatching a book from Xander's hand. 'I was doing research. Or. . . at least, trying to do research. Care to help an old man?'
'Sure, but what are we doing research for? Buffy isn't here anymore.' at the look on Gile's face Xander quickly shut his mouth and focused his eyes on something else. 'Er- I mean. . . oh come on Giles, you've got to give up on this. Let it go. We all know how hard it was that Buffy just poofed into complete oblivion, but now we're dealing with it and so should you.'
'You are giving up hope.' Giles said snappishly. 'That's what you people are doing! You have no faith left, do you?'
'I don't think you know the meaning of faith anymore, Giles.' Xander said slowly.
For a moment Giles stood rigidly in front of the opened window, his heart pounding in his chest while his mind whirled around with different thoughts.
'Is this what you call faith?' Giles asked firmly, his finger pointing out to the sky.
The dark and bleak sky flashed purple, thunder rolling out in the distance. A shadow overcast the busy streets as a reddened light flashed momentarily, substituted for the misty ivory clouds, and an eerie feeling shuddered through Xander's body when thunder rounded once more. Maybe Giles was right. . .
'But what can we do?' Xander whispered. 'The Apocalypse is beginning and there isn't a Slayer to save us this time.'
'Then we'll try to find her,' Giles said determinedly. 'and we won't stop until we have.'
X-x-x-x-X
'THE APOCALYPSE!' Buffy cried, sitting up in a cold sweat.
The room was dark and empty, save for a very old looking vanity in the far corner of the bedroom. The curtain to her window was blown back from heavy wind and the opened window sent chills down the girl's back, not knowing who it was that had opened it during the night. But strange throbbing feeling in her thighs and her nakedness explained that she was definitely not alone during the night. Legolas must have opened the window, she thought miserably.
But the strange thing was, Buffy didn't care about what she did. For some reason, she felt like throwing herself under cold water. To her surprise, near the other side of the room was a drawn bath and clothing on the vanity seat.
Who else came into the room that night?
Getting up on her legs, Buffy started for the bath when a light tap came to her door. Heart thudding against her chest, she quickly asked who it was before actually opening the door.
'It is Eomer,' came the voice. 'Are you decent?'
'Barely.' she called, searching around the room for something to throw over. 'Actually, not at all.'
'Well. . . I just need to speak with you,' he said. 'Can I come in?'
'Yes.' Buffy answered, removing the sheet from her bed and quickly wrapping it around herself just as the door creaked open and a very tidied Eomer entered. He smiled warmly and bowed his head.
'You are not an undergarment kind of woman, are you?' Eomer teased.
Buffy was glad that it was dark, because she was blushing like mad.
'Not. . . really. So, what's up?' she asked.
'I am not sure what exactly is up, but there is something definitely amiss.' looking around the room, Eomer entered and smiled softly at the blush on Buffy's face. He said nothing of it though, and continued. 'Aragorn has continued his way North during the night. His company stays true, though and he requests you to remain here.'
'Who's his company?' Buffy asked uncertainly.
'Legolas the Elf and Gimli the Dwarf, my Lady.' Eomer answered. 'Is that a problem?'
'No.' Buffy said through gritted teeth. 'Just dandy.'
'Well. . . I will leave you to your bath then.' Eomer said. 'Good bye, my Lady.'
'Sure.' Buffy mumbled. 'Bye.'
Afterwards. . .
After Buffy had her fair share at bathing in the luke warm water, and when she felt rather like a girl again, her mind began to have titillating senses. Picking up on her Slayer signals, her head whirled to the right and she stared hard out the window, and when the sun slowly risen a long breeze blew through the room and the next moment Buffy was sprawled on the floor, completely naked.
Laughter erupted and Buffy felt someone walk up beside her.
'Well, Slayer. Though you'd never see me again eh?'
'Spike.' Buffy said firmly. 'You were suppose to be a figment of my imagination. So why are you here again?'
'S'pose I'm always on your mind, eh luv?' Spike said, laughing. 'Okay, okay calm your loony! I don't exactly know why I'm here, just that I was suppose to warn you 'bout something. DON'T ASK ME WHAT EITHER! I ain't sure. . .'
'No surprise there, and will you get out of my face!' Buffy snapped.
'Hmm,' Spike murmured, his eyes trailing over the bed as Buffy changed into the soft dress that was lain out beside the bath tub. 'Looks like someone got a bit of a shag last night. Congrats on that. Am a bit jealous though, naturally.'
'Can't you just. . . poof back to wherever you came from?' Buffy asked, running her fingers through her damp hair.
'Aye, Christ, I just remembered what it was that I had to warn you about!' Spike exclaimed. 'Giles is going all loony trying to find a trace of what could have happened to you. They figured you ran away again, like when you tossed Angel into Hell Mouth and all-'
'Get to the point.' Buffy interjected.
'Well, y'know that bloke that's lookin' for you right?' Spike asked.
'Um. . . The Sire? Yeah, I already know that part, I've been warned about it twice.' Buffy sighed. 'Get to the good stuff.'
'Well, I'm in between carrying messages from here to Sunnydale.' Spike said. 'Blood trip too! A'right a'right, I'm getting to the good shit. Well The Sire's opening some big portal in Sunnydale that's doing some sort of damage to the town and without you there, we're doomed.'
'Just tell me how to get back, and I'll help.' Buffy stated eagerly.
Spike sighed, 'No can do. I don't have a soul. . . so it's easier for me to travel from different dimensions. Sorry luv,'
Buffy groaned and covered her hands across her face. 'Let me get this straight: I'm doomed here forever?'
Spike nodded. 'Plus that whole apocalypse thing happening in your home town.'
'How is everyone? Is Dawn all right?' Buffy asked impatiently, her hands wrapping around Spike's collar.
A look flashed in Spike's eyes and winked down at her. Buffy rolled her eyes and tightened her hold around him, and when he began to sputter he gave in.
'She's fine.' He replied. 'Everyone's fine. Doin' great without ya' though.'
Buffy's face fell and her hands loosened around him. 'Oh. . . really?'
'Buffy, who are you talking to?' Eomer asked, knocking lightly on the door.
Spike stepped back and waved his hand before disappearing into thin air. Buffy sighed and turned her head around.
'No one.' she called back. 'Just. . . no one.'
CHAPTER EIGHT: The Apocalypse.
Giles laid down the pile of papers onto his desk and fumed over the new form of hieroglyphics and ancient text. For some reason it was becoming increasingly difficult to do research. What with the Buffy's disappearance and the sudden change in Sunnydale, what wouldn't distract a Watcher from his work? Nevertheless, it was damn frustrating.
'Thousands of books and not one of them have a bloody reason why she disappeared!' he growled when the last book on the shelf had the same writings and unfamiliar paintings as the last nine hundred and ninety nine books. 'That's the last time I'm digging through those shelves.'
'Any porno's, Giles?' Xander asked, not bothering to knock on his door. 'Whoa, what's been happening here?'
'If you haven't noticed,' Giles began angrily, snatching a book from Xander's hand. 'I was doing research. Or. . . at least, trying to do research. Care to help an old man?'
'Sure, but what are we doing research for? Buffy isn't here anymore.' at the look on Gile's face Xander quickly shut his mouth and focused his eyes on something else. 'Er- I mean. . . oh come on Giles, you've got to give up on this. Let it go. We all know how hard it was that Buffy just poofed into complete oblivion, but now we're dealing with it and so should you.'
'You are giving up hope.' Giles said snappishly. 'That's what you people are doing! You have no faith left, do you?'
'I don't think you know the meaning of faith anymore, Giles.' Xander said slowly.
For a moment Giles stood rigidly in front of the opened window, his heart pounding in his chest while his mind whirled around with different thoughts.
'Is this what you call faith?' Giles asked firmly, his finger pointing out to the sky.
The dark and bleak sky flashed purple, thunder rolling out in the distance. A shadow overcast the busy streets as a reddened light flashed momentarily, substituted for the misty ivory clouds, and an eerie feeling shuddered through Xander's body when thunder rounded once more. Maybe Giles was right. . .
'But what can we do?' Xander whispered. 'The Apocalypse is beginning and there isn't a Slayer to save us this time.'
'Then we'll try to find her,' Giles said determinedly. 'and we won't stop until we have.'
X-x-x-x-X
'THE APOCALYPSE!' Buffy cried, sitting up in a cold sweat.
The room was dark and empty, save for a very old looking vanity in the far corner of the bedroom. The curtain to her window was blown back from heavy wind and the opened window sent chills down the girl's back, not knowing who it was that had opened it during the night. But strange throbbing feeling in her thighs and her nakedness explained that she was definitely not alone during the night. Legolas must have opened the window, she thought miserably.
But the strange thing was, Buffy didn't care about what she did. For some reason, she felt like throwing herself under cold water. To her surprise, near the other side of the room was a drawn bath and clothing on the vanity seat.
Who else came into the room that night?
Getting up on her legs, Buffy started for the bath when a light tap came to her door. Heart thudding against her chest, she quickly asked who it was before actually opening the door.
'It is Eomer,' came the voice. 'Are you decent?'
'Barely.' she called, searching around the room for something to throw over. 'Actually, not at all.'
'Well. . . I just need to speak with you,' he said. 'Can I come in?'
'Yes.' Buffy answered, removing the sheet from her bed and quickly wrapping it around herself just as the door creaked open and a very tidied Eomer entered. He smiled warmly and bowed his head.
'You are not an undergarment kind of woman, are you?' Eomer teased.
Buffy was glad that it was dark, because she was blushing like mad.
'Not. . . really. So, what's up?' she asked.
'I am not sure what exactly is up, but there is something definitely amiss.' looking around the room, Eomer entered and smiled softly at the blush on Buffy's face. He said nothing of it though, and continued. 'Aragorn has continued his way North during the night. His company stays true, though and he requests you to remain here.'
'Who's his company?' Buffy asked uncertainly.
'Legolas the Elf and Gimli the Dwarf, my Lady.' Eomer answered. 'Is that a problem?'
'No.' Buffy said through gritted teeth. 'Just dandy.'
'Well. . . I will leave you to your bath then.' Eomer said. 'Good bye, my Lady.'
'Sure.' Buffy mumbled. 'Bye.'
Afterwards. . .
After Buffy had her fair share at bathing in the luke warm water, and when she felt rather like a girl again, her mind began to have titillating senses. Picking up on her Slayer signals, her head whirled to the right and she stared hard out the window, and when the sun slowly risen a long breeze blew through the room and the next moment Buffy was sprawled on the floor, completely naked.
Laughter erupted and Buffy felt someone walk up beside her.
'Well, Slayer. Though you'd never see me again eh?'
'Spike.' Buffy said firmly. 'You were suppose to be a figment of my imagination. So why are you here again?'
'S'pose I'm always on your mind, eh luv?' Spike said, laughing. 'Okay, okay calm your loony! I don't exactly know why I'm here, just that I was suppose to warn you 'bout something. DON'T ASK ME WHAT EITHER! I ain't sure. . .'
'No surprise there, and will you get out of my face!' Buffy snapped.
'Hmm,' Spike murmured, his eyes trailing over the bed as Buffy changed into the soft dress that was lain out beside the bath tub. 'Looks like someone got a bit of a shag last night. Congrats on that. Am a bit jealous though, naturally.'
'Can't you just. . . poof back to wherever you came from?' Buffy asked, running her fingers through her damp hair.
'Aye, Christ, I just remembered what it was that I had to warn you about!' Spike exclaimed. 'Giles is going all loony trying to find a trace of what could have happened to you. They figured you ran away again, like when you tossed Angel into Hell Mouth and all-'
'Get to the point.' Buffy interjected.
'Well, y'know that bloke that's lookin' for you right?' Spike asked.
'Um. . . The Sire? Yeah, I already know that part, I've been warned about it twice.' Buffy sighed. 'Get to the good stuff.'
'Well, I'm in between carrying messages from here to Sunnydale.' Spike said. 'Blood trip too! A'right a'right, I'm getting to the good shit. Well The Sire's opening some big portal in Sunnydale that's doing some sort of damage to the town and without you there, we're doomed.'
'Just tell me how to get back, and I'll help.' Buffy stated eagerly.
Spike sighed, 'No can do. I don't have a soul. . . so it's easier for me to travel from different dimensions. Sorry luv,'
Buffy groaned and covered her hands across her face. 'Let me get this straight: I'm doomed here forever?'
Spike nodded. 'Plus that whole apocalypse thing happening in your home town.'
'How is everyone? Is Dawn all right?' Buffy asked impatiently, her hands wrapping around Spike's collar.
A look flashed in Spike's eyes and winked down at her. Buffy rolled her eyes and tightened her hold around him, and when he began to sputter he gave in.
'She's fine.' He replied. 'Everyone's fine. Doin' great without ya' though.'
Buffy's face fell and her hands loosened around him. 'Oh. . . really?'
'Buffy, who are you talking to?' Eomer asked, knocking lightly on the door.
Spike stepped back and waved his hand before disappearing into thin air. Buffy sighed and turned her head around.
'No one.' she called back. 'Just. . . no one.'
