Disclaimer: I do not own any of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, those rights belong to Joss Whedon. But perhaps he can let me borrow Spike for some enlightenment for my story :P
Author's Notes: Thank you to all who reviewed my story! You guys are awesome. I'm gonna try to update as often as I can. I don't wanna let any of you guys down. Hope that you enjoy this latest addition.
Chapter 6
Willow shut the door to Buffy's room after finally calming her down and getting her cleaned up and then back into bed. Thankfully, her mom was gonna be in the hospital for observation for a few more days. Things were getting far too out of control for Willow to handle alone. Picking up the phone she dialed Giles's number.
Giles wandered over to his phone and lifted the reciever, "Hello?"
"Hi Giles, it's me, Willow. I'm um at Buffy's house and um, well I think you might want to come over here, some things happened and well, it's strange.. Maybe call Xander too, wait no, don't call Xander, he wouldn't like this whole thing. Just get over here." She babbled out her words quickly, words flowing together she spoke so fast.
"Um, alright Willow, just calm down okay, I'll be over there in a little bit." He hung up the phone and looked over at Xander and Anya who were stocking books on the shelves of the Magic Box. "Anya, watch the store, I have to go take care of something."
She just shrugged, "Fine with me. I'll watch the money and Xander here will help me. Won't you Xander?"
Xander nodded and put another book onto the shelf. "Sure thing Giles, don't need to worry about the store with Anya and I here."
He gave them a dubious look and turned, walking out of the store and towards his car.
Buffy lay huddled in her bed, images swimming through her thoughts as she slept. Images of Spike laying next to her, holding her. Images of Riley flying off to lands unknown. Images of her mom dead. Images of Dawn being taken by Glory. Images of Angel and his disappointed look as he looked upon her and Spike, holding one another. And this message was said through the images. "A prophecy, of a vampire and a slayer. The slayer's power is rooted in darkness along with the vampire's power, they are one in the same. Look towards the heart's pull and you shall find your destiny."
She whimpered in her sleep, hugging herself tighter, she had been distraught with all of her emotions hitting her like a tidal wave out in the hall. Screaming at Willow, but was it really Willow's fault? Was Willow to blame for her feelings towards Spike, for her sending Riley away? The one thing that would have kept her rooted to the normality of this world. But what was normal? Love, what is love? Love was only pain. She had loved Angel, but he had left her because he couldn't deal with it; Riley left her even though he had said that he loved her. Love wasn't worth it, it only ended in the men that she loved leaving her. She felt something for Spike, but he was soulless, not capable of love, and even if, he would leave too.
She could still smell the metallic smell of blood in her room even through her sleep and she bit her lip till she could taste the blood in her mouth. In her dream she saw herself as a vampire, no, not as a vampire. She saw herself in a claiming ritual, allowing herself to be marked by a vampire, Spike, and tasting of his blood to be eternally knit to him. Was this her future? Was this some prophetic dream? If only that spell had never been done a year ago...
Giles walked into the house and was met by Willow. She was hugging her arms around her torso, dried tears in streaks down her delicate ivory cheeks that were framed by her flaming red hair. Over the years Giles had grown to think of these kids as his own and he walked over, taking Willow into his arms, running his hand over her back, attempting to soothe her. "What happened Willow? What happened to Buffy?"
Pushing herself away from him she paced around the living room as she retold what she could of Buffy's reaction to her. "Giles, she just flipped out. I came here after she called me, brought blood for Spike because he had been hurt somehow, I'm not really sure how. But I helped her with him and then I went to clean her up cause she was just covered in his blood and suddenly she pushed away from me, screaming and cursing at me about something that I did. That I made her feel something that she didn't want to feel. That I made him go away. Giles, something is really wrong and I don't know what it is. She almost lost it again when she saw that Spike was gone from the room when we got back."
He nodded, cleaning his glasses, trying to keep his nerves steady, but his hands shook with fear for Buffy, the closest thing he would ever had to a daughter. "Where is she now?"
"She's upstairs in her bed, trying to get some sleep."
"Well the first thing Willow, I want you to go home, get some sleep yourself. I'll stay here in case Buffy should need anything, but I think, from what you told me, this is gonna be an internal battle for her. She's had a lot on her shoulders lately. Her mother's illness, Glory, Dawn, all of it." He held back his emotions, remaining his cool British attitude.
She nodded and hugged him tightly, "thank you Giles." With that she left the house and left Giles alone with Buffy upstairs, tossing from a restless sleep.
Across town Spike laid down in his crypt, hand still held over his heart. If he imagined enough he could feel it beating still, and shattering into thousands of pieces. Beating, life, breath, all that was what she wanted. She wanted someone alive, hell, someone with a soul. She deserved that. She deserved all of the things that he couldn't give her. She deserved a life in the sun, children, being able to grow old with her lover, but she could never have it. She only got what the Slayer life could give her: death, fighting, vampires, dying young.
He sounded like the bloody king peaches and he wanted to rip the thoughts from his head. "What happened to me? I used to be the Big Bad and now I'm some whipped puppy? Tied to the slayer like I'm on some bloody leash."
"Oh Spikey!"
He groaned and stared straight up at the ceiling, dreading the coming conversation, if it could pass for a conversation. "What is it Harm?"
"Where have you been Spikey? I missed my big Blondie Bear." A blonde stepped out of the shadows, a tiny pink nightgown tightly pressing against her light frame.
"Harm, I've been out and no, I don't want to talk about it. And Harm, I hate being called that name!" He growled out the last part through clenched teeth.
"Spike you never take me anywhere. We should go to France or something. Spike? Spike, why aren't you talking to me? Spike? Well, you know, the Slayer, you haven't seen her lately or anything have you? She isn't still after me?" She sat down with a flop into the recliner and started studying her nails. "You really should just get around to killing her. I mean she's got such bad hair and her taste in clothes... ew. And she's a stuck up little bitch, I swear. People thought that Cordy was bad, they should meet Buffy. She.." She didn't have time to finish her sentence as Spike shoved a stake through her non beating heart.
"Maybe now I'm get some peace and quiet ya bloody bint! And don't talk about the slayer like that..." He growled, his face morphed into his vampiric face. He let his human features slip back over, he didn't like looking like that animal, not lately, lately he was craving the human side of himself. "She's better than you could ever have hoped to be." He sat down in the now dusty recliner and ripped off the bandages, exposed the almost healed wound and he stared at it. No heartbeat, no breath, what was he? A vampire who didn't kill, ravage, maim or destroy anymore. He was a vampire who helped the slayer. He was something other than a vampire, he was a vampire with a conscious, no, he was a vampire in love. Though he may not be human, he was gonna give the slayer something she deserved.
Riley boarded the helicopter and looked out over the park, no Buffy, no one. He wasn't wanted here anymore, he never belonged here in the first place. But he wouldn't have traded the memories he had made in Sunnydale for anything. A single tear rolled down his cheek and said a few final words as he left Sunnydale forever. "Goodbye. Buffy, you've taught me what it meant to love, and you taught me so much with your giving, your sacrifices. I realize I wasn't the one and I wish you the best. I wish you love, though I wish you still loved me, know you will always have a piece of my heart." His words were lost on the wind as the helicopter flew away from the night into the rising sun that cast its soft morning glow across the world.
TBC...
Author's Notes: Thank you to all who reviewed my story! You guys are awesome. I'm gonna try to update as often as I can. I don't wanna let any of you guys down. Hope that you enjoy this latest addition.
Chapter 6
Willow shut the door to Buffy's room after finally calming her down and getting her cleaned up and then back into bed. Thankfully, her mom was gonna be in the hospital for observation for a few more days. Things were getting far too out of control for Willow to handle alone. Picking up the phone she dialed Giles's number.
Giles wandered over to his phone and lifted the reciever, "Hello?"
"Hi Giles, it's me, Willow. I'm um at Buffy's house and um, well I think you might want to come over here, some things happened and well, it's strange.. Maybe call Xander too, wait no, don't call Xander, he wouldn't like this whole thing. Just get over here." She babbled out her words quickly, words flowing together she spoke so fast.
"Um, alright Willow, just calm down okay, I'll be over there in a little bit." He hung up the phone and looked over at Xander and Anya who were stocking books on the shelves of the Magic Box. "Anya, watch the store, I have to go take care of something."
She just shrugged, "Fine with me. I'll watch the money and Xander here will help me. Won't you Xander?"
Xander nodded and put another book onto the shelf. "Sure thing Giles, don't need to worry about the store with Anya and I here."
He gave them a dubious look and turned, walking out of the store and towards his car.
Buffy lay huddled in her bed, images swimming through her thoughts as she slept. Images of Spike laying next to her, holding her. Images of Riley flying off to lands unknown. Images of her mom dead. Images of Dawn being taken by Glory. Images of Angel and his disappointed look as he looked upon her and Spike, holding one another. And this message was said through the images. "A prophecy, of a vampire and a slayer. The slayer's power is rooted in darkness along with the vampire's power, they are one in the same. Look towards the heart's pull and you shall find your destiny."
She whimpered in her sleep, hugging herself tighter, she had been distraught with all of her emotions hitting her like a tidal wave out in the hall. Screaming at Willow, but was it really Willow's fault? Was Willow to blame for her feelings towards Spike, for her sending Riley away? The one thing that would have kept her rooted to the normality of this world. But what was normal? Love, what is love? Love was only pain. She had loved Angel, but he had left her because he couldn't deal with it; Riley left her even though he had said that he loved her. Love wasn't worth it, it only ended in the men that she loved leaving her. She felt something for Spike, but he was soulless, not capable of love, and even if, he would leave too.
She could still smell the metallic smell of blood in her room even through her sleep and she bit her lip till she could taste the blood in her mouth. In her dream she saw herself as a vampire, no, not as a vampire. She saw herself in a claiming ritual, allowing herself to be marked by a vampire, Spike, and tasting of his blood to be eternally knit to him. Was this her future? Was this some prophetic dream? If only that spell had never been done a year ago...
Giles walked into the house and was met by Willow. She was hugging her arms around her torso, dried tears in streaks down her delicate ivory cheeks that were framed by her flaming red hair. Over the years Giles had grown to think of these kids as his own and he walked over, taking Willow into his arms, running his hand over her back, attempting to soothe her. "What happened Willow? What happened to Buffy?"
Pushing herself away from him she paced around the living room as she retold what she could of Buffy's reaction to her. "Giles, she just flipped out. I came here after she called me, brought blood for Spike because he had been hurt somehow, I'm not really sure how. But I helped her with him and then I went to clean her up cause she was just covered in his blood and suddenly she pushed away from me, screaming and cursing at me about something that I did. That I made her feel something that she didn't want to feel. That I made him go away. Giles, something is really wrong and I don't know what it is. She almost lost it again when she saw that Spike was gone from the room when we got back."
He nodded, cleaning his glasses, trying to keep his nerves steady, but his hands shook with fear for Buffy, the closest thing he would ever had to a daughter. "Where is she now?"
"She's upstairs in her bed, trying to get some sleep."
"Well the first thing Willow, I want you to go home, get some sleep yourself. I'll stay here in case Buffy should need anything, but I think, from what you told me, this is gonna be an internal battle for her. She's had a lot on her shoulders lately. Her mother's illness, Glory, Dawn, all of it." He held back his emotions, remaining his cool British attitude.
She nodded and hugged him tightly, "thank you Giles." With that she left the house and left Giles alone with Buffy upstairs, tossing from a restless sleep.
Across town Spike laid down in his crypt, hand still held over his heart. If he imagined enough he could feel it beating still, and shattering into thousands of pieces. Beating, life, breath, all that was what she wanted. She wanted someone alive, hell, someone with a soul. She deserved that. She deserved all of the things that he couldn't give her. She deserved a life in the sun, children, being able to grow old with her lover, but she could never have it. She only got what the Slayer life could give her: death, fighting, vampires, dying young.
He sounded like the bloody king peaches and he wanted to rip the thoughts from his head. "What happened to me? I used to be the Big Bad and now I'm some whipped puppy? Tied to the slayer like I'm on some bloody leash."
"Oh Spikey!"
He groaned and stared straight up at the ceiling, dreading the coming conversation, if it could pass for a conversation. "What is it Harm?"
"Where have you been Spikey? I missed my big Blondie Bear." A blonde stepped out of the shadows, a tiny pink nightgown tightly pressing against her light frame.
"Harm, I've been out and no, I don't want to talk about it. And Harm, I hate being called that name!" He growled out the last part through clenched teeth.
"Spike you never take me anywhere. We should go to France or something. Spike? Spike, why aren't you talking to me? Spike? Well, you know, the Slayer, you haven't seen her lately or anything have you? She isn't still after me?" She sat down with a flop into the recliner and started studying her nails. "You really should just get around to killing her. I mean she's got such bad hair and her taste in clothes... ew. And she's a stuck up little bitch, I swear. People thought that Cordy was bad, they should meet Buffy. She.." She didn't have time to finish her sentence as Spike shoved a stake through her non beating heart.
"Maybe now I'm get some peace and quiet ya bloody bint! And don't talk about the slayer like that..." He growled, his face morphed into his vampiric face. He let his human features slip back over, he didn't like looking like that animal, not lately, lately he was craving the human side of himself. "She's better than you could ever have hoped to be." He sat down in the now dusty recliner and ripped off the bandages, exposed the almost healed wound and he stared at it. No heartbeat, no breath, what was he? A vampire who didn't kill, ravage, maim or destroy anymore. He was a vampire who helped the slayer. He was something other than a vampire, he was a vampire with a conscious, no, he was a vampire in love. Though he may not be human, he was gonna give the slayer something she deserved.
Riley boarded the helicopter and looked out over the park, no Buffy, no one. He wasn't wanted here anymore, he never belonged here in the first place. But he wouldn't have traded the memories he had made in Sunnydale for anything. A single tear rolled down his cheek and said a few final words as he left Sunnydale forever. "Goodbye. Buffy, you've taught me what it meant to love, and you taught me so much with your giving, your sacrifices. I realize I wasn't the one and I wish you the best. I wish you love, though I wish you still loved me, know you will always have a piece of my heart." His words were lost on the wind as the helicopter flew away from the night into the rising sun that cast its soft morning glow across the world.
TBC...
