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A/N: This is my first baby (as for fic) so try to be sweethearts :) Thanks Kristen for beta-ing! Kisses, Ally.
Summary: Buffy Summers is young, beautiful, strong and... blind woman. She lost her eye light three years ago, now she lives with that what she has. One day she meets William 'Spike' Walthrop, only then Buffy starts to understand what she have and what she wants.
A/N: I know I know I made you all wait. Sorry. Tried my best.
Chapter Twelve
"I knew we should've left later." Spike commented as Buffy yawned.
"No- no, its ok, I'm always sleepy when I wake up, it's kinda part of the blindness: whenever you wake up its always dark around, so..." She didn't finish as one more yawn found the way out of her mouth. "What are we gonna do?"
"Huh?"
"Well we have an hour or so to kill, so what are we going to do?" Buffy asked turning down the strange punk noises coming out of Spike's radio.
"Well I would suggest kissing and cuddling, but the fact that I'm at the wheel..." Buffy let out a laugh.
"Yeah, kissing and cuddling probably would be my suggestion too, but seeing as we can't do that, what else?" Spike smiled wildly. Oh, yeah, he had a few ideas.
"How about a game?"
"As long as we don't need to count cars that are passing by, I'm in."
"'Ow about 'Truth or Dare'?" He asked looking at Buffy.
"Um, no, Buffy and Truth or Dare aren't mixy things. How about honestly answered questions; it's kinda like Truth or Dare just with out the dare part?" She asked as a smile played on her features.
"I hate the Truth part, but ok. Who's starting?"
"You just did. My turn." She said smiling wildly.
"Hey, that's cheating."
"I know. So my question: What are you wearing?" She asked and looked at Spike as he looked at his outfit.
"Black jeans, black shirt, black duster, black boots."
"Oh, that's colorful, bet even your underwear is black."
"Don't have any on." Buffy turned bright red to Spike's comment.
"My turn." Spike said smiling at Buffy's blush. "So, luv, are you a natural blond?"
"What?!" Buffy yelped.
"You heard! Now answer." Spike spurred her on.
"It's not a fair question." She protested. Spike didn't say anything for about ten minutes when Buffy finally yielded. "Ok, ok. I'm not. Happy now?" Spike smiled.
"I knew it anyway, but yeah, I'm happy." He said looking at Buffy. Her head rested on the head rest, eyes closed. She looked asleep, even thought she wasn't. "Your turn, pet."
"Right." She opened her eyes and gave Spike her best sweetheart-smile. "How did you get your nickname?"
"You really want to know that?" Spike asked uncertainly as Buffy nodded. "Well it's not an interesting story anyway..." He said not taking his eyes off the road. "Mostly it was Dru's fault. I was seventeen at the time, she was fourteen." He smiled to himself remembering the memory. "It was a time when I was the big one and she still was the little chit to me. So it was her first date, and I, as any protective brother should do, didn't let her go."
"You ruined her first date?!" Buffy shouted in disbelief.
"Well, mostly." Spike said not a bit embarrassed. "Afterwards she met the guy anyway, so..."
"Wait, wait! If you didn't let her, how did she meet him? And how does this story include your nickname?" Buffy asked.
"Well, see Goldilocks, if you didn't interrupt me after every second sentence I would get to that." He answered teasingly.
"Sorry." Buffy mouthed.
"So, Dru was more than angry at me about that, and, unfortunately for me, she had was crazy about metal at the time. She had one of those bracelets, if you could call them that," He added. "With nails. Well, anyway in anger she hit me, again unfortunately for me, she accidentally hit my face with the bracelet on her hand. One of the nails ripped into my eyebrow and stayed there. Got eight stitches, a big scar, and the nickname 'Spike' from the hospital's doctors." He finished not taking his eyes off of the road. They had about forty minutes left to drive.
"Wow, that's something, but how did Dru meet her date in the end?" Buffy asked still a bit shocked.
"Oh, right. Well the bloke's mother was the doctor who got the nail out of my eyebrow and gave me the nickname."
"You have a very interesting life, Spike." Buffy said looking at Spike.
"If you say so." He said wiping one of the blonde locks out of her face. "My turn to go, pet."
"Spill."
"What do you see?" He asked softly.
"Um, ya know I'm kinda blind? I don't see a thing." She said smiling, understanding that it wasn't what he meant.
"No, not that. And, yes, I know you're blind, pet." He looked at her. "What I meant was what do you see through your blindness, when you close your eyes?"
"Peace. It's strange how not seeing helped me see." She let out a little laugh. "Now I have more an easier understanding people, their purposes, everything. So basically: when I close my eyes, I see everything."
"If you had a choice, would you choose to see again or stay blind?" He asked unsure as he saw her look change, he knew his question came on a bit strongly. Buffy blinked and turned her head to the window. *What would I choose?* She asked herself.
"You already asked a question, now it's my turn." She said and Spike knew better than to get back to his question, he obviously had hit a nerve. "What's your sister like? I mean what does she look like? Does she look like you or... Well you get the point." She slowly turned her head to Spike.
"Well in features not much. She's more like my mum, I have dad's cheekbones, but Dru doesn't." Buffy trailed her hand over Spike's right cheek.
"I like those cheekbones."
"You're evil." Spike pointed out.
"How's that?" Buffy asked as she took her hand back.
"You know I'm driving, you can't say a thing like that, cos while I'm driving I can't kiss you." She smiled devilishly.
"Well then I think you should make ample compensation later, don't you think?" Spike nearly ran off the road. "Ok, keep telling me about your sister." Buffy encouraged.
"Uh... Right, well the most similar thing between us I guess is our fashion sense."
"Huh?"
"Dru's favorite color is black as well. She always wears black, and she has long brown hair and dark eyes." Spike explained.
"Oh, joy! You're all in black and your sis is all in black as well and look at me I'm wearing a yellow sundress! Between you two I'll look like... like..." She couldn't find the right word. Spike gently stroked her cheek.
"Like an angel, Buffy. You'll look like an angel." He said and Buffy blushed. *How does he always finds the right words?* "We're here, luv." Spike said and stopped the car outside of a big, old mansion.
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A/N: Ok, I'll try to put next chappie as soon as I can, I always do :) Please, pretty, pretty please with cherry on top? Leave reviews! Kisses, Ally.
A/N: This is my first baby (as for fic) so try to be sweethearts :) Thanks Kristen for beta-ing! Kisses, Ally.
Summary: Buffy Summers is young, beautiful, strong and... blind woman. She lost her eye light three years ago, now she lives with that what she has. One day she meets William 'Spike' Walthrop, only then Buffy starts to understand what she have and what she wants.
A/N: I know I know I made you all wait. Sorry. Tried my best.
Chapter Twelve
"I knew we should've left later." Spike commented as Buffy yawned.
"No- no, its ok, I'm always sleepy when I wake up, it's kinda part of the blindness: whenever you wake up its always dark around, so..." She didn't finish as one more yawn found the way out of her mouth. "What are we gonna do?"
"Huh?"
"Well we have an hour or so to kill, so what are we going to do?" Buffy asked turning down the strange punk noises coming out of Spike's radio.
"Well I would suggest kissing and cuddling, but the fact that I'm at the wheel..." Buffy let out a laugh.
"Yeah, kissing and cuddling probably would be my suggestion too, but seeing as we can't do that, what else?" Spike smiled wildly. Oh, yeah, he had a few ideas.
"How about a game?"
"As long as we don't need to count cars that are passing by, I'm in."
"'Ow about 'Truth or Dare'?" He asked looking at Buffy.
"Um, no, Buffy and Truth or Dare aren't mixy things. How about honestly answered questions; it's kinda like Truth or Dare just with out the dare part?" She asked as a smile played on her features.
"I hate the Truth part, but ok. Who's starting?"
"You just did. My turn." She said smiling wildly.
"Hey, that's cheating."
"I know. So my question: What are you wearing?" She asked and looked at Spike as he looked at his outfit.
"Black jeans, black shirt, black duster, black boots."
"Oh, that's colorful, bet even your underwear is black."
"Don't have any on." Buffy turned bright red to Spike's comment.
"My turn." Spike said smiling at Buffy's blush. "So, luv, are you a natural blond?"
"What?!" Buffy yelped.
"You heard! Now answer." Spike spurred her on.
"It's not a fair question." She protested. Spike didn't say anything for about ten minutes when Buffy finally yielded. "Ok, ok. I'm not. Happy now?" Spike smiled.
"I knew it anyway, but yeah, I'm happy." He said looking at Buffy. Her head rested on the head rest, eyes closed. She looked asleep, even thought she wasn't. "Your turn, pet."
"Right." She opened her eyes and gave Spike her best sweetheart-smile. "How did you get your nickname?"
"You really want to know that?" Spike asked uncertainly as Buffy nodded. "Well it's not an interesting story anyway..." He said not taking his eyes off the road. "Mostly it was Dru's fault. I was seventeen at the time, she was fourteen." He smiled to himself remembering the memory. "It was a time when I was the big one and she still was the little chit to me. So it was her first date, and I, as any protective brother should do, didn't let her go."
"You ruined her first date?!" Buffy shouted in disbelief.
"Well, mostly." Spike said not a bit embarrassed. "Afterwards she met the guy anyway, so..."
"Wait, wait! If you didn't let her, how did she meet him? And how does this story include your nickname?" Buffy asked.
"Well, see Goldilocks, if you didn't interrupt me after every second sentence I would get to that." He answered teasingly.
"Sorry." Buffy mouthed.
"So, Dru was more than angry at me about that, and, unfortunately for me, she had was crazy about metal at the time. She had one of those bracelets, if you could call them that," He added. "With nails. Well, anyway in anger she hit me, again unfortunately for me, she accidentally hit my face with the bracelet on her hand. One of the nails ripped into my eyebrow and stayed there. Got eight stitches, a big scar, and the nickname 'Spike' from the hospital's doctors." He finished not taking his eyes off of the road. They had about forty minutes left to drive.
"Wow, that's something, but how did Dru meet her date in the end?" Buffy asked still a bit shocked.
"Oh, right. Well the bloke's mother was the doctor who got the nail out of my eyebrow and gave me the nickname."
"You have a very interesting life, Spike." Buffy said looking at Spike.
"If you say so." He said wiping one of the blonde locks out of her face. "My turn to go, pet."
"Spill."
"What do you see?" He asked softly.
"Um, ya know I'm kinda blind? I don't see a thing." She said smiling, understanding that it wasn't what he meant.
"No, not that. And, yes, I know you're blind, pet." He looked at her. "What I meant was what do you see through your blindness, when you close your eyes?"
"Peace. It's strange how not seeing helped me see." She let out a little laugh. "Now I have more an easier understanding people, their purposes, everything. So basically: when I close my eyes, I see everything."
"If you had a choice, would you choose to see again or stay blind?" He asked unsure as he saw her look change, he knew his question came on a bit strongly. Buffy blinked and turned her head to the window. *What would I choose?* She asked herself.
"You already asked a question, now it's my turn." She said and Spike knew better than to get back to his question, he obviously had hit a nerve. "What's your sister like? I mean what does she look like? Does she look like you or... Well you get the point." She slowly turned her head to Spike.
"Well in features not much. She's more like my mum, I have dad's cheekbones, but Dru doesn't." Buffy trailed her hand over Spike's right cheek.
"I like those cheekbones."
"You're evil." Spike pointed out.
"How's that?" Buffy asked as she took her hand back.
"You know I'm driving, you can't say a thing like that, cos while I'm driving I can't kiss you." She smiled devilishly.
"Well then I think you should make ample compensation later, don't you think?" Spike nearly ran off the road. "Ok, keep telling me about your sister." Buffy encouraged.
"Uh... Right, well the most similar thing between us I guess is our fashion sense."
"Huh?"
"Dru's favorite color is black as well. She always wears black, and she has long brown hair and dark eyes." Spike explained.
"Oh, joy! You're all in black and your sis is all in black as well and look at me I'm wearing a yellow sundress! Between you two I'll look like... like..." She couldn't find the right word. Spike gently stroked her cheek.
"Like an angel, Buffy. You'll look like an angel." He said and Buffy blushed. *How does he always finds the right words?* "We're here, luv." Spike said and stopped the car outside of a big, old mansion.
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A/N: Ok, I'll try to put next chappie as soon as I can, I always do :) Please, pretty, pretty please with cherry on top? Leave reviews! Kisses, Ally.