Souls Found
None of these characters are mine; all credit goes to the writers of BtVS. If you wish to share, this work with someone be my guest. This is a sequel to my LOST SOULS fic -on ff.net too.
Chapter 8
Buffy opens her eyes. She feels more lucid than she has in days - like she has just woken up from falling down the rabbit hole. Raising on her elbows, she takes a quick survey of her surroundings. Her forehead wrinkles as she thinks about the last few weeks. Somehow she is managing to recall all of the horrors of the last few weeks with some distance. Even her grief is somehow muted. Muted but present, like it happened years ago. It was almost as if her Slayer healing had kicked in on an emotional level.
The thought of her Slayer abilities focuses her attention to the fact that while she feels her Slayer sense - strong and intact, she no longer feels the churning restlessness of the demon. Closing her eyes, she searches within herself from some sign of the demon and its bloodlust.
It is simply gone - the bloodlust, the demon, the whole vampire vibe. And while she doesn't feel her pulse, she feels like she could walk out into the sunlight without so much as sunburn. Her Slayer senses tell her that the unlikely combination of her Slayer powers, her soul and the severing of her link to her vampire sire - have driven the demon out of her.
The demon seems to have left her with one gift or curse - she is undead, animated now by the Slayer within her - not the demon. The cosmic change of events leading to this event is too great for her comprehension. She just knows.
Acknowledging her liberation from the demon, she smiles. She feels ready to get up and try herself out physically. In the back of her mind, she is hoping against hope that somehow the change in her will have also manifested itself in her friends.
She falls over something in the floor as she stands. Actually, it is someone - Spike. While she clearly recalls her encounter with the bleached wonder, she was kind-of hoping that he had decided that it was a one-night- stand kind of thing and left before she woke up. But no, here he is lying unceremoniously on the floor - right where she would trip over him. It strikes her that her Spider sense should have gone off before now - what with a naked vamp not a foot from her. Deliberately reaching out with her senses, she comes up empty. Nope, no vampire vibe here either.
She doesn't have time no think through this wrinkle before she is hit with another impression. It's as if her slayer sense recognizes Spike not as a vamp but as some sort of kindred. It's like she's sent out a metaphysical line, and something on the other end has twined around it. The connection that she initiated amplifies and she can't pull back - a large part of her doesn't what too. The energy pulses incessantly. She's never felt anything like it. She's caught - good and caught.
When she comes to awareness again, she finds herself curled around her former enemy. Chancing a look his way, she jumps at encountering two open blue eyes looking back at her.
"Well, luv, what do you have to say for yourself? Feels like you shagged the demon right out o'me." Delivering the line with a suggestive wink, Spike reaches a hand around to squeeze her bottom.
At the touch, she jumps up. "Eeewww, do not touch me!" She backs away, hastily grabbing what looks to be his shirt to cover herself.
Feeling more secure with clothes on, she continues with her diatribe while looking over his head, in a feeble attempt to ignore his still nude body. When it is clear that he does not intend to cover himself, she charges over to the bed and pulls off a sheet and throws it at him.
"Now get dressed, I need to find out what's going on around here." With that the blond goddess in the red shirt charges out the door leaving a bemused male in her wake.
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Once the door slams, William gets up out of floor, looping the sheet loosely around his waste. Without much thought, he heads for what is obviously the bathroom for a shower.
Funny he thinks, it doesn't feel quite right to think of himself as Spike. So, William, it is. After so long, mum would be proud, he muses. As the hot water warms him, he realizes that he is hungry. Not bloodlust hungry but hungry - hungry - like for steak and kidney pie. Identifying his want, he hastily cuts off the shower and heads out to locate his pants.
Other than some apples and cheese, there's not a lot of food in this mausoleum. Spying a phone book in the main room, William orders a pizza . Now where's the cash?
TBC
None of these characters are mine; all credit goes to the writers of BtVS. If you wish to share, this work with someone be my guest. This is a sequel to my LOST SOULS fic -on ff.net too.
Chapter 8
Buffy opens her eyes. She feels more lucid than she has in days - like she has just woken up from falling down the rabbit hole. Raising on her elbows, she takes a quick survey of her surroundings. Her forehead wrinkles as she thinks about the last few weeks. Somehow she is managing to recall all of the horrors of the last few weeks with some distance. Even her grief is somehow muted. Muted but present, like it happened years ago. It was almost as if her Slayer healing had kicked in on an emotional level.
The thought of her Slayer abilities focuses her attention to the fact that while she feels her Slayer sense - strong and intact, she no longer feels the churning restlessness of the demon. Closing her eyes, she searches within herself from some sign of the demon and its bloodlust.
It is simply gone - the bloodlust, the demon, the whole vampire vibe. And while she doesn't feel her pulse, she feels like she could walk out into the sunlight without so much as sunburn. Her Slayer senses tell her that the unlikely combination of her Slayer powers, her soul and the severing of her link to her vampire sire - have driven the demon out of her.
The demon seems to have left her with one gift or curse - she is undead, animated now by the Slayer within her - not the demon. The cosmic change of events leading to this event is too great for her comprehension. She just knows.
Acknowledging her liberation from the demon, she smiles. She feels ready to get up and try herself out physically. In the back of her mind, she is hoping against hope that somehow the change in her will have also manifested itself in her friends.
She falls over something in the floor as she stands. Actually, it is someone - Spike. While she clearly recalls her encounter with the bleached wonder, she was kind-of hoping that he had decided that it was a one-night- stand kind of thing and left before she woke up. But no, here he is lying unceremoniously on the floor - right where she would trip over him. It strikes her that her Spider sense should have gone off before now - what with a naked vamp not a foot from her. Deliberately reaching out with her senses, she comes up empty. Nope, no vampire vibe here either.
She doesn't have time no think through this wrinkle before she is hit with another impression. It's as if her slayer sense recognizes Spike not as a vamp but as some sort of kindred. It's like she's sent out a metaphysical line, and something on the other end has twined around it. The connection that she initiated amplifies and she can't pull back - a large part of her doesn't what too. The energy pulses incessantly. She's never felt anything like it. She's caught - good and caught.
When she comes to awareness again, she finds herself curled around her former enemy. Chancing a look his way, she jumps at encountering two open blue eyes looking back at her.
"Well, luv, what do you have to say for yourself? Feels like you shagged the demon right out o'me." Delivering the line with a suggestive wink, Spike reaches a hand around to squeeze her bottom.
At the touch, she jumps up. "Eeewww, do not touch me!" She backs away, hastily grabbing what looks to be his shirt to cover herself.
Feeling more secure with clothes on, she continues with her diatribe while looking over his head, in a feeble attempt to ignore his still nude body. When it is clear that he does not intend to cover himself, she charges over to the bed and pulls off a sheet and throws it at him.
"Now get dressed, I need to find out what's going on around here." With that the blond goddess in the red shirt charges out the door leaving a bemused male in her wake.
********************
Once the door slams, William gets up out of floor, looping the sheet loosely around his waste. Without much thought, he heads for what is obviously the bathroom for a shower.
Funny he thinks, it doesn't feel quite right to think of himself as Spike. So, William, it is. After so long, mum would be proud, he muses. As the hot water warms him, he realizes that he is hungry. Not bloodlust hungry but hungry - hungry - like for steak and kidney pie. Identifying his want, he hastily cuts off the shower and heads out to locate his pants.
Other than some apples and cheese, there's not a lot of food in this mausoleum. Spying a phone book in the main room, William orders a pizza . Now where's the cash?
TBC