In the Eye of the Storm
Summary: Everything he did. All of it. He can still the blood on his fingers and the sound of the bones cracking. And he hides, in the shadows, where it's safe. He is too scared to step into the light. He comes to protect her, but the guilt that tugs at him makes him remember what he did and that is one burden he just can't handle.
Copyright: These characters do not belong to me but, to the famous Joss Whedon. Who shall have a temple for his writings? Before you read just listen to this. I think that everybody knows about the huge argument about Spike and Buffy. If they really love each other. This is sort of my opinion. I think they do and they don't. The only ones that truly know are Buffy and Spike, not James, Sarah, or Joss. Only they know.
Sets in the cave in Africa where Spike was just unconscious, laying there. Then goes back to our adorable Sunnydale
Chapter one: Forsaken
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He lied there tired and beaten. Blood was slipping out of his mouth, on the dirt. Bruises the size of his fist were placed everywhere on his scorned body. Mutilated and banged up, but out of all his pain and suffering, Spike found a little glory in it all. He had one the battle and now was going for the war.
The vampire heaved a sigh, it was the only thing he could do besides move. The lifeless air picked up some dust cloud that rolled around, until came back down to the ground. He winced again at the pain on his chest. It was still raw from the hand of the demon. He felt so alive that his heart felt like it was beating, but it was only a dramatization. Spike probably stayed there for several hours, or even days. He really didn't know, he didn't care.
"Now the only thing I need is a bloody medal," he tried to laugh but, it broke into a cough. A rough and stinging pain reached his throat from coughing. Spike lied his head back into the dirt and started to shut his eyes. It had been a couple weeks since he had last got some shut-eye. He had been too busy with getting a soul and all that he forgot to take his daily naps. He was drifting in and out of sleep. His eyes were too heavy to think twice before shutting them.
FLASHBACK
When he reversed direction, bringing his blade around to finish her, Sophie leaped up, the top of her head nearly grazing the ceiling of the chamber. Spike had nearly completed his turn, blade coming around for the kill, when Sophie snap-kicked in midair, her boot caught him in the face, and Spike's head rocked back hard. Off balance, he lost his sword and went down in a heap on the stone floor.
Her heartbeat thrummed in her chest. Desperate to finally have her vengeance upon the beast, for Yanna, for herself, and for all the others who had died at his and Drusilla's hands. Sophie swept down upon him with her sword swinging around like the Reaper's scythe.
"She's not dead."
Though she spoke barely above a whisper, Drusilla's voice carried through the chamber, like the distant burbling of running water or the hiss of a snake in tall grass.
Stunned, Sophie froze, paralyzed by the import of those three words. She glanced over at Drusilla to that she still had her Yanna puppet in her arms. In that same instant, Drusilla raked her talons across the Watcher's cheek, and Yanna's eyes snapped open. She cried out in agony, and then silent and still again.
It did not matter. If Sophie did not kill them, Yanna would be dead soon enough. Victory was her only hope. She knew that but, Drusilla's distraction had cost her precious seconds, broken her momentum. When she turned to look at Spike again, the vampire was reaching for his sword.
"No!" Sophie cried
Too late.
Even as she brought her blade down at him, Spike scooped his weapon up by its handle and rolled out from under her blow. Then he was on his feet again. It seemed to Sophie that he was moving even faster than before. It was impossible, and yet there it was. Unless of course it was she who was slowing down.
"Right, then," the vampire sneered." Let's have a sip."
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Hey everybody! Come on you've got to give me some props for that. I admit that, that part of the dream was picked off from the book, Spike and Dru; All Pretty Maids in a Row It also allows everybody hear to recognize that Spike has a few more secrets to share besides killing more than 2 slayers, but 3. Alright now can I get some reviews, PLEASE!
Summary: Everything he did. All of it. He can still the blood on his fingers and the sound of the bones cracking. And he hides, in the shadows, where it's safe. He is too scared to step into the light. He comes to protect her, but the guilt that tugs at him makes him remember what he did and that is one burden he just can't handle.
Copyright: These characters do not belong to me but, to the famous Joss Whedon. Who shall have a temple for his writings? Before you read just listen to this. I think that everybody knows about the huge argument about Spike and Buffy. If they really love each other. This is sort of my opinion. I think they do and they don't. The only ones that truly know are Buffy and Spike, not James, Sarah, or Joss. Only they know.
Sets in the cave in Africa where Spike was just unconscious, laying there. Then goes back to our adorable Sunnydale
Chapter one: Forsaken
/
He lied there tired and beaten. Blood was slipping out of his mouth, on the dirt. Bruises the size of his fist were placed everywhere on his scorned body. Mutilated and banged up, but out of all his pain and suffering, Spike found a little glory in it all. He had one the battle and now was going for the war.
The vampire heaved a sigh, it was the only thing he could do besides move. The lifeless air picked up some dust cloud that rolled around, until came back down to the ground. He winced again at the pain on his chest. It was still raw from the hand of the demon. He felt so alive that his heart felt like it was beating, but it was only a dramatization. Spike probably stayed there for several hours, or even days. He really didn't know, he didn't care.
"Now the only thing I need is a bloody medal," he tried to laugh but, it broke into a cough. A rough and stinging pain reached his throat from coughing. Spike lied his head back into the dirt and started to shut his eyes. It had been a couple weeks since he had last got some shut-eye. He had been too busy with getting a soul and all that he forgot to take his daily naps. He was drifting in and out of sleep. His eyes were too heavy to think twice before shutting them.
FLASHBACK
When he reversed direction, bringing his blade around to finish her, Sophie leaped up, the top of her head nearly grazing the ceiling of the chamber. Spike had nearly completed his turn, blade coming around for the kill, when Sophie snap-kicked in midair, her boot caught him in the face, and Spike's head rocked back hard. Off balance, he lost his sword and went down in a heap on the stone floor.
Her heartbeat thrummed in her chest. Desperate to finally have her vengeance upon the beast, for Yanna, for herself, and for all the others who had died at his and Drusilla's hands. Sophie swept down upon him with her sword swinging around like the Reaper's scythe.
"She's not dead."
Though she spoke barely above a whisper, Drusilla's voice carried through the chamber, like the distant burbling of running water or the hiss of a snake in tall grass.
Stunned, Sophie froze, paralyzed by the import of those three words. She glanced over at Drusilla to that she still had her Yanna puppet in her arms. In that same instant, Drusilla raked her talons across the Watcher's cheek, and Yanna's eyes snapped open. She cried out in agony, and then silent and still again.
It did not matter. If Sophie did not kill them, Yanna would be dead soon enough. Victory was her only hope. She knew that but, Drusilla's distraction had cost her precious seconds, broken her momentum. When she turned to look at Spike again, the vampire was reaching for his sword.
"No!" Sophie cried
Too late.
Even as she brought her blade down at him, Spike scooped his weapon up by its handle and rolled out from under her blow. Then he was on his feet again. It seemed to Sophie that he was moving even faster than before. It was impossible, and yet there it was. Unless of course it was she who was slowing down.
"Right, then," the vampire sneered." Let's have a sip."
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Hey everybody! Come on you've got to give me some props for that. I admit that, that part of the dream was picked off from the book, Spike and Dru; All Pretty Maids in a Row It also allows everybody hear to recognize that Spike has a few more secrets to share besides killing more than 2 slayers, but 3. Alright now can I get some reviews, PLEASE!