AN ANGEL FALLS.
Sunnydale
The moon barely shone through the thick clouds that hung low in the sky. What a night. Balmy air blew gentle breezes across an upturned face. Spike was beat. Seven vampires all in one night. And still Buffy saw him as nothing but a monster. At least Giles saw to it that he was allowed to stay in the basement of her house. His old lair was no safe place to leave Dawn whenever they needed to go out and patrol. He didn't mind too much that Buffy only saw him as an inconvenience. He didn't mind much these days. Hell he'd even put up with Drusila again if only to feel something other than this acceptance.
Why had he calmly accepted Buffy's treatment of him. Even Xander did not stir him to rage anymore. True the crippling headaches had helped his urge to kill the simpleton, but still, he should at least get angry and plot revenge for when he can. A spark of something white lit the sky for a brief moment. It was too soon for the sun to be up he had at least forty- five minutes. The white light seemed to getting bigger. No, it was getting closer. The light was not a light at all but a ball of cloth. As the cloth fell faster and faster, Spike noticed that it was moving as if something was tangled inside of it.
Spike stepped back as the cloth landed with a dull thud in the soft grass. He wondered what it was even as he approached the cloth. Nothing could have survived that fall. As Spike moved to investigate the liquefied mess, it moved. The imprint of a hand as it clawed its way free of the cloth halted any images of death that Spike might have had. As fast as he could he helped to unravel the mass of shimmering cloth. He felt as he had been staked in the gut as he looked into a pair of deep brown eyes that beseeched him, for what, he wished he knew.
"Are you all right?" Spike asked.
"Please.send me back." The eyes overflowed and tears fell freely as her head lowered. Her chocolate skin was covered then only by cloth and long curly black hair. She then said something Spike could not understand but caused his ears to ring. The pain was almost as excruciating as his headaches whenever he tried to hurt a human. "I just want to go home." She clung to him as he scooped her up into his arms. The sun would definitely be up soon , he would let Buffy deal with her. Spike did not understand the protective feelings that seemed to envelope him as she clutched his coat in her frail fingers. Sobs racked her body as he headed for home.
"Let me guess." Was Buffy's surly reply as Spike knocked on her door minutes from sunrise. "You can't sleep, do you need a cup of warm milk? What's that?" She asked as Spike shoved past her and deposited his bundle on her bed.
"You deal with her, I'm off to bed. Good day then."
Buffy looked over at the silent girl that sat on her bed. "Oh dear." She muttered as the girl began to sob as if her entire world had ended.
~ Que Buffy's Theme Music.~
Sunnydale
The moon barely shone through the thick clouds that hung low in the sky. What a night. Balmy air blew gentle breezes across an upturned face. Spike was beat. Seven vampires all in one night. And still Buffy saw him as nothing but a monster. At least Giles saw to it that he was allowed to stay in the basement of her house. His old lair was no safe place to leave Dawn whenever they needed to go out and patrol. He didn't mind too much that Buffy only saw him as an inconvenience. He didn't mind much these days. Hell he'd even put up with Drusila again if only to feel something other than this acceptance.
Why had he calmly accepted Buffy's treatment of him. Even Xander did not stir him to rage anymore. True the crippling headaches had helped his urge to kill the simpleton, but still, he should at least get angry and plot revenge for when he can. A spark of something white lit the sky for a brief moment. It was too soon for the sun to be up he had at least forty- five minutes. The white light seemed to getting bigger. No, it was getting closer. The light was not a light at all but a ball of cloth. As the cloth fell faster and faster, Spike noticed that it was moving as if something was tangled inside of it.
Spike stepped back as the cloth landed with a dull thud in the soft grass. He wondered what it was even as he approached the cloth. Nothing could have survived that fall. As Spike moved to investigate the liquefied mess, it moved. The imprint of a hand as it clawed its way free of the cloth halted any images of death that Spike might have had. As fast as he could he helped to unravel the mass of shimmering cloth. He felt as he had been staked in the gut as he looked into a pair of deep brown eyes that beseeched him, for what, he wished he knew.
"Are you all right?" Spike asked.
"Please.send me back." The eyes overflowed and tears fell freely as her head lowered. Her chocolate skin was covered then only by cloth and long curly black hair. She then said something Spike could not understand but caused his ears to ring. The pain was almost as excruciating as his headaches whenever he tried to hurt a human. "I just want to go home." She clung to him as he scooped her up into his arms. The sun would definitely be up soon , he would let Buffy deal with her. Spike did not understand the protective feelings that seemed to envelope him as she clutched his coat in her frail fingers. Sobs racked her body as he headed for home.
"Let me guess." Was Buffy's surly reply as Spike knocked on her door minutes from sunrise. "You can't sleep, do you need a cup of warm milk? What's that?" She asked as Spike shoved past her and deposited his bundle on her bed.
"You deal with her, I'm off to bed. Good day then."
Buffy looked over at the silent girl that sat on her bed. "Oh dear." She muttered as the girl began to sob as if her entire world had ended.
~ Que Buffy's Theme Music.~