Many last chances
Author: Japanese-china
Feedback: yes please
Email: james_aka_spike@hotmail.com
Archive: ask first
Summary: the scobbies get a final chance
Rating PG-13
Spoilers: various BtVS from all seasons
Authors note: this is a work dedicated to my kiddos, nibblet mum dad,
Charlie 'cause she didn't freak, and everyone that lost a loved one...
Huge thanks to DestinysFate for the Beta
Parings: S/B, W/T, G/J, X/A eventually....
Timeline: post chosen
Chapter three Xander heard Anya come up behind him. He felt her and smelt her sweet perfume. But not even when she kissed him could he see her. "Ahn?" He heard her giggle and answer "Yes?" "What happened?" He asked shakily, desperate to know. There was a sigh and a long silence. "What happened?" He urged. This time she answered "I shouldn't tell you this, last time you tried to kill yourself. . . but. . .okay then. . ." she rubbed his shoulder as she began, "You and that witch girl Amy put a curse on the women of Sunnydale, and Drusilla wanted to sire you. She never could though as the spell was broken and she realized what she had done. . .she 'blew out your candles.'" Xander shivered at the thought. ~*~ Willow and Tara strode through the dark streets, hunting. Willow was battling her total loss of control. But as they closed up on prey, she shuddered. She didn't want to go there, but still she did. What mattered was that she and Tara were together. With that thought, she let go of the fight and gave in to the new creature she had become. ~*~ Buffy had never experienced something that breathtaking-even though she didn't breath. It was amazing what that simple action could do to her, the lean masculine body of Spike's pressed against another woman as he took her essence in that last dance. Buffy watched as Spike fed, and suddenly she felt a need to show him the same thing she had just felt. Her face changed as her canines grew, and her brows melted away for the features of a demon. ~*~ Giles felt how it all was lost, the battle, and the eternal search for light. Deep down, he was nothing but a killer. He had punished Ben for being forced to share his body with an evil god. He had killed before that as well. He had tried to escape from his past even though it always seemed to catch up with him. Right now, though, as he sat in a bar with the love of his life on his lap while drinking beer, he was glad he had killed those people to get there. The door at the entrance swung open, and in came a man who stopped at Giles table and snarled, "This is my table. Move." Giles raised his eyebrow, "No." At that answer the man drew a gun and pointed it straight towards Jenny's forehead and repeated his demand, "Move." TBC
Chapter three Xander heard Anya come up behind him. He felt her and smelt her sweet perfume. But not even when she kissed him could he see her. "Ahn?" He heard her giggle and answer "Yes?" "What happened?" He asked shakily, desperate to know. There was a sigh and a long silence. "What happened?" He urged. This time she answered "I shouldn't tell you this, last time you tried to kill yourself. . . but. . .okay then. . ." she rubbed his shoulder as she began, "You and that witch girl Amy put a curse on the women of Sunnydale, and Drusilla wanted to sire you. She never could though as the spell was broken and she realized what she had done. . .she 'blew out your candles.'" Xander shivered at the thought. ~*~ Willow and Tara strode through the dark streets, hunting. Willow was battling her total loss of control. But as they closed up on prey, she shuddered. She didn't want to go there, but still she did. What mattered was that she and Tara were together. With that thought, she let go of the fight and gave in to the new creature she had become. ~*~ Buffy had never experienced something that breathtaking-even though she didn't breath. It was amazing what that simple action could do to her, the lean masculine body of Spike's pressed against another woman as he took her essence in that last dance. Buffy watched as Spike fed, and suddenly she felt a need to show him the same thing she had just felt. Her face changed as her canines grew, and her brows melted away for the features of a demon. ~*~ Giles felt how it all was lost, the battle, and the eternal search for light. Deep down, he was nothing but a killer. He had punished Ben for being forced to share his body with an evil god. He had killed before that as well. He had tried to escape from his past even though it always seemed to catch up with him. Right now, though, as he sat in a bar with the love of his life on his lap while drinking beer, he was glad he had killed those people to get there. The door at the entrance swung open, and in came a man who stopped at Giles table and snarled, "This is my table. Move." Giles raised his eyebrow, "No." At that answer the man drew a gun and pointed it straight towards Jenny's forehead and repeated his demand, "Move." TBC
