I was just glancing over the story and it looks like the ends of chapters 5
and 8 were cut off. I tried fixing it so hopefully it'll be ok now.
Without the endings the chapters don't make much sense. Disclaimer is
where it always is. Hope you enjoy the next chapter. Don't forget to
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After observing Spike's reaction to her cruel words, Buffy felt numb inside. Why had she treated him so badly? The more she thought about it the worse she felt. He had only wanted to help after all.
Suddenly the scenery around her started spinning, and Buffy felt like she had been sucked up by a tornado. She started feeling dizzy and covered her eyes with her hands. When she uncovered her eyes to see if the spinning had stopped, she was startled to see that she was no longer in a graveyard. Instead, she was standing in the middle of her living room.
"Thank goodness," Buffy spoke out loud. "That place was just too weird."
She started searching her house for signs of life. "Dawn!" she shouted. "Spike! It's me!" Faint voices could be heard coming from the kitchen. 'It's probably Dawn and Spike trying to figure out where I went,' Buffy figured. She headed over to the kitchen and felt relieved when she saw that it was indeed Spike who was talking. Her heart quickly sank however when she realized the other person wasn't Dawn as she had thought. Yet again, she found herself staring at a past version of herself.
"This can't be," she said out loud, but Spike and the other Buffy made no indication of hearing her.
Spike smiled and laughed at whatever it was the other Buffy had just said. Other Buffy laughed as well and then wrapped her arms around Spike's neck and kissed him passionately on the lips. "Oh Spikey," she whispered into his ear. "I'm so happy we're getting married."
Buffy's eyes grew huge. "Oh no," she mumbled as she began to fully grasp the situation. It was all coming back to her now. The love spell... Spike proposing to her... the two of them making out in her house... Buffy had forgotten most of the events of that strange night but she was about to get a detailed reminder of everything.
Buffy groaned and prayed that the scenery would start spinning again so she could get out of there. Still, she couldn't help but notice how happy the other Buffy looked. Never before, did she remember being so content and full of joy. The other Buffy's smile looked so genuine and relaxed. Even Spike looked like he was the happiest vampire in the world.
'I guess that night wasn't all bad,' she thought to herself, a small smile forming on her lips.
She watched as Spike ran his hand through the other Buffy's hair and then kissed her lightly on the lips.
'Yeah,' thought Buffy a little wistfully. 'Not too bad at all.'
Spike looked nervously at Willow and she nodded her head, signaling the beginning of the spell. He took a deep, unneeded breath and braced himself for the worst.
He listened a moment to Willow's soft chanting. The walls started to slowly spin and the speed seemed to increase with each rotation. Just as Spike was starting to feel really sick to his stomach, everything around him disappeared and he found himself standing in total darkness. He glanced around him, his vampire eyesight quickly adjusting to his new surroundings. "Well Dorothy," he said, "I guess we're not in Kansas anymore."
'So this is the inside of my mind,' he thought. 'Looks like it needs a good cleaning.'
He started walking around and recognized various items that were scattered about the ground. "Drusilla's bird cage!" he said spotting the dusty object under a heap of cobwebs. "She never could keep anything alive for more than a week. And look!" He smiled a mischievous grin. "Xander's stereo. It'd be a bloody shame if anything happened to that." Spike joyfully kicked the electronic box and continued to stomp on it until it hardly resembled a stereo at all. "Note to self," he said out loud. "Return stereo to Xander." He continued exploring the various remnants of his life with great amusement. After living over a hundred years he had certainly stored up a lot of memories.
Something else caught his eye. It was a door, a large iron door with a padlock on the outside. He sensed that Buffy had been standing in the same spot not too long ago. He walked over to the door and was startled to find it covered in dried blood. Spike shuddered when he realized there were shouts and screams coming from the inside. Every instinct told him to turn and run and Spike wasn't one to ignore his instincts. They had kept him alive for this long after all. Still disturbed by his frightening discovery, he moved on, determined to find Buffy. He knew she was near and he wanted to find her before she stumbled across any rooms like the one he had just found. He didn't trust his own mind any more than he trusted Drusilla to take care of a bird. 'I'm the one who has to face my demons, not Buffy,' he thought.
Up ahead he heard a voice and immediately recognized it as Buffy's.
"Buffy!" he shouted and set off at full vampire speed to find the girl he loved.
After observing Spike's reaction to her cruel words, Buffy felt numb inside. Why had she treated him so badly? The more she thought about it the worse she felt. He had only wanted to help after all.
Suddenly the scenery around her started spinning, and Buffy felt like she had been sucked up by a tornado. She started feeling dizzy and covered her eyes with her hands. When she uncovered her eyes to see if the spinning had stopped, she was startled to see that she was no longer in a graveyard. Instead, she was standing in the middle of her living room.
"Thank goodness," Buffy spoke out loud. "That place was just too weird."
She started searching her house for signs of life. "Dawn!" she shouted. "Spike! It's me!" Faint voices could be heard coming from the kitchen. 'It's probably Dawn and Spike trying to figure out where I went,' Buffy figured. She headed over to the kitchen and felt relieved when she saw that it was indeed Spike who was talking. Her heart quickly sank however when she realized the other person wasn't Dawn as she had thought. Yet again, she found herself staring at a past version of herself.
"This can't be," she said out loud, but Spike and the other Buffy made no indication of hearing her.
Spike smiled and laughed at whatever it was the other Buffy had just said. Other Buffy laughed as well and then wrapped her arms around Spike's neck and kissed him passionately on the lips. "Oh Spikey," she whispered into his ear. "I'm so happy we're getting married."
Buffy's eyes grew huge. "Oh no," she mumbled as she began to fully grasp the situation. It was all coming back to her now. The love spell... Spike proposing to her... the two of them making out in her house... Buffy had forgotten most of the events of that strange night but she was about to get a detailed reminder of everything.
Buffy groaned and prayed that the scenery would start spinning again so she could get out of there. Still, she couldn't help but notice how happy the other Buffy looked. Never before, did she remember being so content and full of joy. The other Buffy's smile looked so genuine and relaxed. Even Spike looked like he was the happiest vampire in the world.
'I guess that night wasn't all bad,' she thought to herself, a small smile forming on her lips.
She watched as Spike ran his hand through the other Buffy's hair and then kissed her lightly on the lips.
'Yeah,' thought Buffy a little wistfully. 'Not too bad at all.'
Spike looked nervously at Willow and she nodded her head, signaling the beginning of the spell. He took a deep, unneeded breath and braced himself for the worst.
He listened a moment to Willow's soft chanting. The walls started to slowly spin and the speed seemed to increase with each rotation. Just as Spike was starting to feel really sick to his stomach, everything around him disappeared and he found himself standing in total darkness. He glanced around him, his vampire eyesight quickly adjusting to his new surroundings. "Well Dorothy," he said, "I guess we're not in Kansas anymore."
'So this is the inside of my mind,' he thought. 'Looks like it needs a good cleaning.'
He started walking around and recognized various items that were scattered about the ground. "Drusilla's bird cage!" he said spotting the dusty object under a heap of cobwebs. "She never could keep anything alive for more than a week. And look!" He smiled a mischievous grin. "Xander's stereo. It'd be a bloody shame if anything happened to that." Spike joyfully kicked the electronic box and continued to stomp on it until it hardly resembled a stereo at all. "Note to self," he said out loud. "Return stereo to Xander." He continued exploring the various remnants of his life with great amusement. After living over a hundred years he had certainly stored up a lot of memories.
Something else caught his eye. It was a door, a large iron door with a padlock on the outside. He sensed that Buffy had been standing in the same spot not too long ago. He walked over to the door and was startled to find it covered in dried blood. Spike shuddered when he realized there were shouts and screams coming from the inside. Every instinct told him to turn and run and Spike wasn't one to ignore his instincts. They had kept him alive for this long after all. Still disturbed by his frightening discovery, he moved on, determined to find Buffy. He knew she was near and he wanted to find her before she stumbled across any rooms like the one he had just found. He didn't trust his own mind any more than he trusted Drusilla to take care of a bird. 'I'm the one who has to face my demons, not Buffy,' he thought.
Up ahead he heard a voice and immediately recognized it as Buffy's.
"Buffy!" he shouted and set off at full vampire speed to find the girl he loved.