Authors note: Ok, so we r on Chappy 6 and already I'm starting to struggle.
bugger. I have no idea how to make this more angsty and dark. I need some
help PLEASE!! Eek.. Anyway thanks for the reviews guys, keep 'em coming!!
Here goes..
Chap 6
Even when the slayer doesn't remember me, she still manages to piss me off.
I walk dejectedly down the street, my hands dug firmly in my pockets as I try to forget what I had just heard. Why did I come back? Why? She doesn't want me, especially cause she still loves the poofter.
The sun is beginning to set in the sky, casting an eerie reddish glow on the land and yet I continue walking, not knowing where I am going. My fists clench at the thought of her and my sire together, happy, relaxed and in bloody love.
God I wish it were me.
Time to kill something I think.
I enter the cemetery slowly, my senses kicking in and allowing me to hear the faintest of noises. It doesn't take me long to find a young fledgling.
These guys are stupid.
I roll my eyes as I watch it claw its way out of its grave pathetically, its game face already on.
"Hi." It brushes itself down obviously not realising what is about to happen.
"First rule mate, never let your guard down."
"Thanks for the advice." He smiles back at me, showing me his sharp vampire fangs.
"Pleasure." I smile in return.
My fist connects with his face, before he has a chance to reply, spraying blood from his nose.
"HEY!" he mumbles, as my knee hits his stomach and I spin, kicking him in the head, sending him spinning to the ground.
"Don't say I didn't warn you" I growl, plunging my stake into his chest and watching as dust explodes from around me. That was way too easy.
I smile, satisfied. Suddenly I hear a noise behind me. Quickly I stand and turn, my eyes meeting with the strangers hazel ones.
******
What had I done? Why did he think that? I need to tell him that I don't hate him. But where is he?
Darkness seeps across the town and instinctively I reach for my stake and start a long night of patrol. Alone.
As I enter the cemetery I can hear a commotion up ahead. I pick up speed until finally I find him, fighting with a fledgling.
He moves so gracefully, almost like a large cat, his sleek body moves so liquidly compared to the new vampire who obviously doesn't know what he is doing.
I lean against the tree and watch as he kicks the vampire down and takes him out, dust exploding into the surrounding air. I smile to myself.
Just as I am about to turn away he spots me, his beautiful eyes connecting with mine.
My heart stops. Panic ensures.
He closes the gap between us in seconds "Like what you saw?" He smirks.
"Just watching your fight technique." I look away and try not to blush.
He grumbles something in audible and turns away.
"I don't hate you." I mutter quietly, half wanting him to hear, half praying he won't.
"What?" He turns and looks at me astonished. Damn I wasn't quiet enough.
"I don't hate you." I step towards him, catching his gaze.
"Oh." I can tell he doesn't know how to answer.
******
"I don't hate you"
My heart leaps out of my chest.
"What?" I miss-heard her; maybe she didn't say anything at all.
"I don't hate you." She's stood close to me now; I can smell her familiar scent.
How do I answer that? Do I tell her how doubtful that is?? She'll hate me soon I know it.
"Oh." Is the only thing I can think to answer. A hasty change of topic is needed here I believe. "On patrol?" Well duh.
She lets out a small giggle "Well, yeah."
"Mind if I join ya?"
// Through the storm we reach the shore
You give it all but I want more
And I'm waiting for you
With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you //
So we talked. For four timeless hours we talked and once again I felt that familiar flame ignite inside of me. Having her hate me was horrible but now I know she doesn't hate me it's torture.
She still doesn't understand how I really feel and I can't tell her because I'm scared. Scared with how she will react.
Of all the things in the world that I have experienced in my lifetime, I have never felt this nervous. My tummy does back flips as I follow her up her driveway fighting the urge to touch her.
******
Spike and I talked.
At once I felt relaxed with him, as if I'd known him for years. Well technically I have, but getting to know him again is amazing.
Quietly we enter the house so we do not disturb any of the sleeping occupants, Spike closing the door softly behind him.
He slips his leather duster off his back and hangs it on the end of the banister. I smile and walk to the kitchen, flicking the kettle on as I pass it, feeling Spike approach from behind, his body brushing ever so gently against mine as he makes his way to the fridge.
God I pray for those moments where I feel his touch even if it is innocent.
He smiles, pulling the milk out of the fridge and passing it to me, still silent, his eyes never leaving mine.
Suddenly there's a flash of light and I'm sent to the ground with a crash, milk spraying everywhere.
******
Shit.
I run towards Buffy, concerned that she may be hurt but something stops me. A blue glow radiates around the room and I turn slowly to find the white room guy, his hand on my shoulder preventing me from moving.
"She's fine." He smiles and I growl in return.
Oh how I wish to smash his face in right now.
"What do you want?" I glare in return.
"Just checking on you, seeing if you're satisfied with your choice." He continues to smile.
"Yeah mate I'm bloody satisfied." I answer sarcastically. "First you wipe everyone's memory so she doesn't remember me, then you make sure the poofter knows who I am. What the fuck is going on?"
"Well we had to wipe Buffy's memory about you, as it would be too painful for her to see you again. As for Angelus, well nothing that powerful could break the bond between a sire and his Childe."
"Then what was the point in sending me back." I say through gritted teeth.
"We believe you have a bigger part to play in this world in the future."
"Bigger part to play? Haven't I already helped avert an apocalypse? 'Cause that seems pretty bloody big to me."
"Well when I say big I mean big in another sense."
What the pissing hell is going on?
"Other sense?" I repeat, completely confused
"Yes."
"You mean fighting a different way right?"
"Sort of yes."
"Ok." I put my hands in my pockets and try to think about what it could be.
"I must go now, William." And with that, he disappears leaving me once again in Buffy's kitchen.
"Buffy?" I walk towards her, worried as why she is still lain on the floor.
******
I vaguely hear his soft voice, but my head hurts too much to move. I manage to slowly sit up and grumble an Ow, putting my hand to my head and feeling the warm sticky blood that began to ooze out onto my skin.
Nausea hit me and suddenly I feel like I'm on a roller coaster, my head spinning fast. I begin to wobble and see the kitchen floor coming up fast to meet me.
But I never quite get there.
Strong arms hold me against a strong chest. Through blurry eyes I look up and see Spike, concern filling his eyes as he lifts me from the floor and begins to carry me up the stairs.
There's a soft mattress beneath me and I can feel warm hands pulling a quilt up over my body. I hear the tinkle of water as a cloth is squeezed out and placed on the bloodied cut on my forehead.
"You Ok luv? Want me to take you to the Hospital?"
"No hospital." I murmur back.
His hand still held mine.
Warmth flows from palm to palm and I want more. It's like a craving that I can't kick. I want his touch forever.
******
I can't pull away. As I dab the wound on her head, I look down at our intertwined hands, a movement I can never regret.
She is still holding on to me.
She is probably delusional anyway, doesn't even realise it's me.
The blood stops pumping from her head and bruising is starting to appear right before my eyes.
Even with bruises she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
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Here goes..
Chap 6
Even when the slayer doesn't remember me, she still manages to piss me off.
I walk dejectedly down the street, my hands dug firmly in my pockets as I try to forget what I had just heard. Why did I come back? Why? She doesn't want me, especially cause she still loves the poofter.
The sun is beginning to set in the sky, casting an eerie reddish glow on the land and yet I continue walking, not knowing where I am going. My fists clench at the thought of her and my sire together, happy, relaxed and in bloody love.
God I wish it were me.
Time to kill something I think.
I enter the cemetery slowly, my senses kicking in and allowing me to hear the faintest of noises. It doesn't take me long to find a young fledgling.
These guys are stupid.
I roll my eyes as I watch it claw its way out of its grave pathetically, its game face already on.
"Hi." It brushes itself down obviously not realising what is about to happen.
"First rule mate, never let your guard down."
"Thanks for the advice." He smiles back at me, showing me his sharp vampire fangs.
"Pleasure." I smile in return.
My fist connects with his face, before he has a chance to reply, spraying blood from his nose.
"HEY!" he mumbles, as my knee hits his stomach and I spin, kicking him in the head, sending him spinning to the ground.
"Don't say I didn't warn you" I growl, plunging my stake into his chest and watching as dust explodes from around me. That was way too easy.
I smile, satisfied. Suddenly I hear a noise behind me. Quickly I stand and turn, my eyes meeting with the strangers hazel ones.
******
What had I done? Why did he think that? I need to tell him that I don't hate him. But where is he?
Darkness seeps across the town and instinctively I reach for my stake and start a long night of patrol. Alone.
As I enter the cemetery I can hear a commotion up ahead. I pick up speed until finally I find him, fighting with a fledgling.
He moves so gracefully, almost like a large cat, his sleek body moves so liquidly compared to the new vampire who obviously doesn't know what he is doing.
I lean against the tree and watch as he kicks the vampire down and takes him out, dust exploding into the surrounding air. I smile to myself.
Just as I am about to turn away he spots me, his beautiful eyes connecting with mine.
My heart stops. Panic ensures.
He closes the gap between us in seconds "Like what you saw?" He smirks.
"Just watching your fight technique." I look away and try not to blush.
He grumbles something in audible and turns away.
"I don't hate you." I mutter quietly, half wanting him to hear, half praying he won't.
"What?" He turns and looks at me astonished. Damn I wasn't quiet enough.
"I don't hate you." I step towards him, catching his gaze.
"Oh." I can tell he doesn't know how to answer.
******
"I don't hate you"
My heart leaps out of my chest.
"What?" I miss-heard her; maybe she didn't say anything at all.
"I don't hate you." She's stood close to me now; I can smell her familiar scent.
How do I answer that? Do I tell her how doubtful that is?? She'll hate me soon I know it.
"Oh." Is the only thing I can think to answer. A hasty change of topic is needed here I believe. "On patrol?" Well duh.
She lets out a small giggle "Well, yeah."
"Mind if I join ya?"
// Through the storm we reach the shore
You give it all but I want more
And I'm waiting for you
With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you //
So we talked. For four timeless hours we talked and once again I felt that familiar flame ignite inside of me. Having her hate me was horrible but now I know she doesn't hate me it's torture.
She still doesn't understand how I really feel and I can't tell her because I'm scared. Scared with how she will react.
Of all the things in the world that I have experienced in my lifetime, I have never felt this nervous. My tummy does back flips as I follow her up her driveway fighting the urge to touch her.
******
Spike and I talked.
At once I felt relaxed with him, as if I'd known him for years. Well technically I have, but getting to know him again is amazing.
Quietly we enter the house so we do not disturb any of the sleeping occupants, Spike closing the door softly behind him.
He slips his leather duster off his back and hangs it on the end of the banister. I smile and walk to the kitchen, flicking the kettle on as I pass it, feeling Spike approach from behind, his body brushing ever so gently against mine as he makes his way to the fridge.
God I pray for those moments where I feel his touch even if it is innocent.
He smiles, pulling the milk out of the fridge and passing it to me, still silent, his eyes never leaving mine.
Suddenly there's a flash of light and I'm sent to the ground with a crash, milk spraying everywhere.
******
Shit.
I run towards Buffy, concerned that she may be hurt but something stops me. A blue glow radiates around the room and I turn slowly to find the white room guy, his hand on my shoulder preventing me from moving.
"She's fine." He smiles and I growl in return.
Oh how I wish to smash his face in right now.
"What do you want?" I glare in return.
"Just checking on you, seeing if you're satisfied with your choice." He continues to smile.
"Yeah mate I'm bloody satisfied." I answer sarcastically. "First you wipe everyone's memory so she doesn't remember me, then you make sure the poofter knows who I am. What the fuck is going on?"
"Well we had to wipe Buffy's memory about you, as it would be too painful for her to see you again. As for Angelus, well nothing that powerful could break the bond between a sire and his Childe."
"Then what was the point in sending me back." I say through gritted teeth.
"We believe you have a bigger part to play in this world in the future."
"Bigger part to play? Haven't I already helped avert an apocalypse? 'Cause that seems pretty bloody big to me."
"Well when I say big I mean big in another sense."
What the pissing hell is going on?
"Other sense?" I repeat, completely confused
"Yes."
"You mean fighting a different way right?"
"Sort of yes."
"Ok." I put my hands in my pockets and try to think about what it could be.
"I must go now, William." And with that, he disappears leaving me once again in Buffy's kitchen.
"Buffy?" I walk towards her, worried as why she is still lain on the floor.
******
I vaguely hear his soft voice, but my head hurts too much to move. I manage to slowly sit up and grumble an Ow, putting my hand to my head and feeling the warm sticky blood that began to ooze out onto my skin.
Nausea hit me and suddenly I feel like I'm on a roller coaster, my head spinning fast. I begin to wobble and see the kitchen floor coming up fast to meet me.
But I never quite get there.
Strong arms hold me against a strong chest. Through blurry eyes I look up and see Spike, concern filling his eyes as he lifts me from the floor and begins to carry me up the stairs.
There's a soft mattress beneath me and I can feel warm hands pulling a quilt up over my body. I hear the tinkle of water as a cloth is squeezed out and placed on the bloodied cut on my forehead.
"You Ok luv? Want me to take you to the Hospital?"
"No hospital." I murmur back.
His hand still held mine.
Warmth flows from palm to palm and I want more. It's like a craving that I can't kick. I want his touch forever.
******
I can't pull away. As I dab the wound on her head, I look down at our intertwined hands, a movement I can never regret.
She is still holding on to me.
She is probably delusional anyway, doesn't even realise it's me.
The blood stops pumping from her head and bruising is starting to appear right before my eyes.
Even with bruises she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
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