Chapter 8: Shadows
Spike awoke to an empty bed. He pushed back the covers, and headed downstairs. Dawn was trying hard to understand Arrian's ramblings and Buffy was making pancakes. He went up behind her, covering her eyes.
"Guess who."
"Hmm...British accent, cold hands, and wearing squeaky
leather. I'm thinking..."She turned to face him, "Yep, I was
right."
He smiled and kissed her forehead. They embraced for a moment, but then released each other when a tug came at Spike's arm. Arrian spoke for a moment and Spike turned back to Buffy.
"She wants to show us something."
Arrian sat at their feet and began a chant, which Spike translating.
"Pull me from the shadows,
From the dark place.
In the name of the Order,
Show my true face."
Her head shot back, light pouring out of her eyes. She began to grow into a young woman, about 18. The light ceased and her head came forward. An intricate tattoo appeared on her forehead. She smile and stood, then touched her forehead to Buffy's then Spike's.
"Hello, friends. I am Arrian, of the Order of Bohan."
"I'm-"Buffy began.
"Buffy Summers. The world renowned slayer. The one who's
saved this planet seven times?"
Buffy laughed.
"I guess that's me."
"I escaped the night my watcher and family left this world."
"Left? Did they die?"
"Die? I suppose so. I am here to request training, not to
dwell on the past. I did love them very much, but they were
not my real family. I was adopted into the Order by the
Powers that Be. All that I know is that I am half vampire."
Buffy was confused and speechless, but Spike was not.
"How come you have the ability to do magicks?"
"The Order is a very spiritual order, rooted in the ancient
languages and practices. I learned when I was young."
Buffy came to her senses.
"Just how old are you?"
"In your years I am a year and three months old. But to my
people, I'm nineteen. Our time works differently, you see."
They nodded and Spike said,
"We'd better get a move on. The Scooby meeting is soon."
"Right, you'd better get your blanket."
She playfully punched his shoulder as he rolled his eyes.
Spike awoke to an empty bed. He pushed back the covers, and headed downstairs. Dawn was trying hard to understand Arrian's ramblings and Buffy was making pancakes. He went up behind her, covering her eyes.
"Guess who."
"Hmm...British accent, cold hands, and wearing squeaky
leather. I'm thinking..."She turned to face him, "Yep, I was
right."
He smiled and kissed her forehead. They embraced for a moment, but then released each other when a tug came at Spike's arm. Arrian spoke for a moment and Spike turned back to Buffy.
"She wants to show us something."
Arrian sat at their feet and began a chant, which Spike translating.
"Pull me from the shadows,
From the dark place.
In the name of the Order,
Show my true face."
Her head shot back, light pouring out of her eyes. She began to grow into a young woman, about 18. The light ceased and her head came forward. An intricate tattoo appeared on her forehead. She smile and stood, then touched her forehead to Buffy's then Spike's.
"Hello, friends. I am Arrian, of the Order of Bohan."
"I'm-"Buffy began.
"Buffy Summers. The world renowned slayer. The one who's
saved this planet seven times?"
Buffy laughed.
"I guess that's me."
"I escaped the night my watcher and family left this world."
"Left? Did they die?"
"Die? I suppose so. I am here to request training, not to
dwell on the past. I did love them very much, but they were
not my real family. I was adopted into the Order by the
Powers that Be. All that I know is that I am half vampire."
Buffy was confused and speechless, but Spike was not.
"How come you have the ability to do magicks?"
"The Order is a very spiritual order, rooted in the ancient
languages and practices. I learned when I was young."
Buffy came to her senses.
"Just how old are you?"
"In your years I am a year and three months old. But to my
people, I'm nineteen. Our time works differently, you see."
They nodded and Spike said,
"We'd better get a move on. The Scooby meeting is soon."
"Right, you'd better get your blanket."
She playfully punched his shoulder as he rolled his eyes.