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Disclaimers: All characters here are owned by Joss Whedon and co. They are in no way mine, and there is going to be no profit made from this story, except for my personal enjoyment.
Distribution: Anywhere, just tell me where it's going, and give me credit (The-Aussie-Witch)
Spoilers: Season 6, and some Season 7 rumoured spoilers (I'm not looking at all the spoilers for Season 7)
Rating: PG-13 because of violence and language, and because there is no M-15+ on Fanfiction.net (An Australian Rating standing for Mature Audiences, fifteen and older).
Summary: starts straight from the minute Grave left off! I am not a Spike and Buffy 'shipper' and I'm not sure if things will be right between those two as of yet (Maybe, maybe not). Some 'people' from Spike's past as a human might be involved as well.
Note: This was done in MS Word and is in book format. For some reason, Fanfiction.net is not picking up the single line 'enters' (ie, a new line for when a person speaks). In Word Format, it is so, but on FF.net, there is no new line.
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Chapter 2
He lay on the ground, shivering and crying uncontrollably. He was in a large, dark cave, and there was something else inside. It watched over him as he dreamt of the things that he had done in his past.
"You now have what you want vampire," it said in a cold and sinister tone. It watched as the metamorphosis began on the vampire, changing it's appearance. It didn't know why that happened, it just knew that it happened. It walked out of the cave entrance and into the night. It was finally time for it to change it's location. There were too many that knew of his location now. It walked out and left the vampire to his dreams of the past. It was going to go underground now. It was already underground, but still, demons and people managed to find it. It was going to go deep into the Asian wilderness, and there, it would disappear.
Buffy, Giles and Xander had helped Willow up after she had broken down. They escorted her down from the bluff. Giles knew that Willow 'really' didn't want to die. He knew that if she really wanted to die, that she would have used the magicks inside of her to kill herself instead of trying to jump off the cliff. He couldn't imagine the pain that Willow had gone through, both before and after she had absorbed his powers. He had never lost someone that was as close as Tara was to Willow. He had come close when Angelus had killed Jenny Calender, but he didn't love her as much as Willow loved Tara. He couldn't believe how out of hand the Scooby Gang had let things get in his absence, but he was sure that in time, everything would return to the closest thing to normal as one could get on the Hellmouth. He was still tired beyond description, but he persevered. Only when they had reached the bottom of the bluff did he let Anya help him. He was worried about Willow and what she would do over the next couple of weeks. He had an idea forming in the back of his mind, but he dismissed it and would think of it later, after he had recovered.
"Come on Will. Let's take you home," Buffy gently said to her. Willow looked up from the ground at her.
"I-I don't want to go there," she replied. "Too many memories."
"Where are you going to go?" Dawn asked.
"I'll take her home. I've got a spare room. She can stay there," Xander said. Willow looked up at him and nodded. Giles watched as they walked down the sidewalk. Willow had her arms crossed over her chest and constantly looked at the ground. He knew that it was going to be extremely hard for her to recover, and that she might never again be the Willow that they all knew.
"Do you have a place to stay?" Buffy asked Giles, knowing that he had rented out his apartment when he left Sunnydale.
"N-no. I teleported in," Giles replied to her.
"Okay, you can stay at our place," Buffy said while moving to help Giles. As they walked across town, Giles reflected on the events of the past, and for the first time he saw how something like this could happen. He remembered thinking about Willow's uses of magicks in the summer, and how they could get dangerous, but he had dismissed it knowing that Willow was a responsible and reasonable person who wouldn't hurt a fly. The thought had never crossed his mind that Tara would die, and set off Willow. He vowed to never again dismiss any thoughts he had about any of the Scoobies. All he needed to do now was to rest.
They arrived at the Summers' residence at eleven in the morning after taking all morning to walk across town with Giles. Buffy showed him up to the guest bedroom, which was no longer being used by Willow and Tara, and he had collapsed onto the bed. Buffy then came downstairs and Anya had asked her if she could stay for a while because she was concerned for Giles. Buffy just nodded and Anya disappeared somewhere in the house, probably to talk to Dawn. Buffy just collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. Her mind replayed the events of the last year, and she couldn't believe how out of hand things had become. They had drastically misjudged 'The Trio' as they called themselves. Buffy thought that they were incapable of doing any damage to her or her friends, but one of them had shot her and Tara. Now, one of the Trio was dead, and the other two were missing. Buffy didn't want to misjudge Andrew and Jonathan, even though they seemed pathetic enough. She laughed out loud as the thoughts came racing back to her mind about what the doctor had said when Buffy was in her two states of mind: that she was no longer facing vampires, demons, and gods, but ordinary people.
As she thought about it, she felt a slight tingling sensation on the back of her neck, signalling that there were vampires nearby. Buffy jumped up and looked around the living room, and there was no one there. She crept into the kitchen, arms raised, ready to attack, only to see Dawn and Anya standing at the island in the middle of the kitchen. Dawn and Anya looked up at her.
"Buffy, what's wrong?" Dawn asked.
"There are vampires nearby," Buffy said. She didn't even bother to look outside, as it was daytime. She crept through the kitchen and made her way into the dining room. There was nothing there either. Buffy made her way upstairs and checked all of the rooms, and once again, nothing. She returned to the kitchen and looked at Dawn and Anya. Then, the tingling sensation on the back of her neck disappeared as abruptly as it had started. "Everything's fine," Buffy told them. She went back and collapsed onto the couch and let her mind wander.
He awoke with a start. The dreams he had just had were horrible and gruesome. Usually, he didn't mind those sorts of things, but this time it was different. They were his memories. He was dreaming about the things he had done over the last centaury, and it chilled him to the bone. His insides were churned up, and didn't know what to do. He couldn't describe with words how bad he felt. He tried to push the memories into the back of his head and think about something else, but it was impossible. They just kept coming and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He hugged his knees to his chest and rocked back and forward, muttering something so fast it was impossible to recognise as language. Then, the realisation hit him, and the memory of the demon returned to him. He remembered the last couple of words that the demon said.
"Then I will return, your soul," Spike muttered under his breath. He repeated it over and over again while rocking back and forth, his mind not able to grasp what had happened to him. The words had no meaning to him, yet.
After Xander had taken Willow to his apartment, he showed her the guest room and she went inside, closed the door and locked it. Xander knew that she wanted to be alone, and that he probably wouldn't see her for quite a while. He collapsed on the couch and just thought about how bad things had become. He was happy that he had made up with Buffy, but deep down inside him, he was still overwhelmingly ashamed that he had stood by and done nothing as Warren raised the gun. If only he hadn't froze for those few seconds, Tara might still be alive, and they would probably be kicking Warren, Jonathan and Andrew's asses right now. His thoughts turned to Willow again. He heard her crying from the other room now, and he knew that Willow had been through so much. He would have to keep an eye on her, as he knew that they hadn't done enough to convince her not to kill herself. Willow was his closest friend, and he was in no way going to let her kill herself. If Willow died, he didn't know what to do. He knew that Buffy would become detached again, and that Giles would leave back for England, and that left him with no one. He knew that things between him and Anya weren't going to be alright. Anya was still devastated that Xander had left her at the altar. The demon had shown him what their marriage could turn out like, and Xander fled. After the demon had shown him the visions, he had never doubted that they were wrong, until he was told that it was a demon that wanted to hurt Anya. Still, he thought, that their marriage had a chance to turn out that way, and Xander could never hurt Anya that much. He wasn't sure what Anya would do now that she was a vengeance demon again. He doubted that she would stay in Sunnydale for long. Right now, it looked like the only thing that was keeping her here was the shop, which was now ruined from the fight between Giles, Buffy and Willow; and Giles. So much depended on what Giles was going to do right now, and Xander was glad that he was back. He let out a long sigh and fell asleep on the couch.
After she had become accustomed to her new environment, she had watched the events that had happened in the world. She had watched the ones she loved go through more than she could ever stand. She knew what it was like there. There was only one thing that she loved there, and that person had destroyed themselves. Now, there was nothing to hold her attention in the real world, and she let the warmth wash over her, and go through her. Here, nothing could go wrong, because there was nothing that could be right. Here, she was herself and no one could, or would, judge her. Here, she was now perfectly happy.
Disclaimers: All characters here are owned by Joss Whedon and co. They are in no way mine, and there is going to be no profit made from this story, except for my personal enjoyment.
Distribution: Anywhere, just tell me where it's going, and give me credit (The-Aussie-Witch)
Spoilers: Season 6, and some Season 7 rumoured spoilers (I'm not looking at all the spoilers for Season 7)
Rating: PG-13 because of violence and language, and because there is no M-15+ on Fanfiction.net (An Australian Rating standing for Mature Audiences, fifteen and older).
Summary: starts straight from the minute Grave left off! I am not a Spike and Buffy 'shipper' and I'm not sure if things will be right between those two as of yet (Maybe, maybe not). Some 'people' from Spike's past as a human might be involved as well.
Note: This was done in MS Word and is in book format. For some reason, Fanfiction.net is not picking up the single line 'enters' (ie, a new line for when a person speaks). In Word Format, it is so, but on FF.net, there is no new line.
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Chapter 2
He lay on the ground, shivering and crying uncontrollably. He was in a large, dark cave, and there was something else inside. It watched over him as he dreamt of the things that he had done in his past.
"You now have what you want vampire," it said in a cold and sinister tone. It watched as the metamorphosis began on the vampire, changing it's appearance. It didn't know why that happened, it just knew that it happened. It walked out of the cave entrance and into the night. It was finally time for it to change it's location. There were too many that knew of his location now. It walked out and left the vampire to his dreams of the past. It was going to go underground now. It was already underground, but still, demons and people managed to find it. It was going to go deep into the Asian wilderness, and there, it would disappear.
Buffy, Giles and Xander had helped Willow up after she had broken down. They escorted her down from the bluff. Giles knew that Willow 'really' didn't want to die. He knew that if she really wanted to die, that she would have used the magicks inside of her to kill herself instead of trying to jump off the cliff. He couldn't imagine the pain that Willow had gone through, both before and after she had absorbed his powers. He had never lost someone that was as close as Tara was to Willow. He had come close when Angelus had killed Jenny Calender, but he didn't love her as much as Willow loved Tara. He couldn't believe how out of hand the Scooby Gang had let things get in his absence, but he was sure that in time, everything would return to the closest thing to normal as one could get on the Hellmouth. He was still tired beyond description, but he persevered. Only when they had reached the bottom of the bluff did he let Anya help him. He was worried about Willow and what she would do over the next couple of weeks. He had an idea forming in the back of his mind, but he dismissed it and would think of it later, after he had recovered.
"Come on Will. Let's take you home," Buffy gently said to her. Willow looked up from the ground at her.
"I-I don't want to go there," she replied. "Too many memories."
"Where are you going to go?" Dawn asked.
"I'll take her home. I've got a spare room. She can stay there," Xander said. Willow looked up at him and nodded. Giles watched as they walked down the sidewalk. Willow had her arms crossed over her chest and constantly looked at the ground. He knew that it was going to be extremely hard for her to recover, and that she might never again be the Willow that they all knew.
"Do you have a place to stay?" Buffy asked Giles, knowing that he had rented out his apartment when he left Sunnydale.
"N-no. I teleported in," Giles replied to her.
"Okay, you can stay at our place," Buffy said while moving to help Giles. As they walked across town, Giles reflected on the events of the past, and for the first time he saw how something like this could happen. He remembered thinking about Willow's uses of magicks in the summer, and how they could get dangerous, but he had dismissed it knowing that Willow was a responsible and reasonable person who wouldn't hurt a fly. The thought had never crossed his mind that Tara would die, and set off Willow. He vowed to never again dismiss any thoughts he had about any of the Scoobies. All he needed to do now was to rest.
They arrived at the Summers' residence at eleven in the morning after taking all morning to walk across town with Giles. Buffy showed him up to the guest bedroom, which was no longer being used by Willow and Tara, and he had collapsed onto the bed. Buffy then came downstairs and Anya had asked her if she could stay for a while because she was concerned for Giles. Buffy just nodded and Anya disappeared somewhere in the house, probably to talk to Dawn. Buffy just collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. Her mind replayed the events of the last year, and she couldn't believe how out of hand things had become. They had drastically misjudged 'The Trio' as they called themselves. Buffy thought that they were incapable of doing any damage to her or her friends, but one of them had shot her and Tara. Now, one of the Trio was dead, and the other two were missing. Buffy didn't want to misjudge Andrew and Jonathan, even though they seemed pathetic enough. She laughed out loud as the thoughts came racing back to her mind about what the doctor had said when Buffy was in her two states of mind: that she was no longer facing vampires, demons, and gods, but ordinary people.
As she thought about it, she felt a slight tingling sensation on the back of her neck, signalling that there were vampires nearby. Buffy jumped up and looked around the living room, and there was no one there. She crept into the kitchen, arms raised, ready to attack, only to see Dawn and Anya standing at the island in the middle of the kitchen. Dawn and Anya looked up at her.
"Buffy, what's wrong?" Dawn asked.
"There are vampires nearby," Buffy said. She didn't even bother to look outside, as it was daytime. She crept through the kitchen and made her way into the dining room. There was nothing there either. Buffy made her way upstairs and checked all of the rooms, and once again, nothing. She returned to the kitchen and looked at Dawn and Anya. Then, the tingling sensation on the back of her neck disappeared as abruptly as it had started. "Everything's fine," Buffy told them. She went back and collapsed onto the couch and let her mind wander.
He awoke with a start. The dreams he had just had were horrible and gruesome. Usually, he didn't mind those sorts of things, but this time it was different. They were his memories. He was dreaming about the things he had done over the last centaury, and it chilled him to the bone. His insides were churned up, and didn't know what to do. He couldn't describe with words how bad he felt. He tried to push the memories into the back of his head and think about something else, but it was impossible. They just kept coming and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He hugged his knees to his chest and rocked back and forward, muttering something so fast it was impossible to recognise as language. Then, the realisation hit him, and the memory of the demon returned to him. He remembered the last couple of words that the demon said.
"Then I will return, your soul," Spike muttered under his breath. He repeated it over and over again while rocking back and forth, his mind not able to grasp what had happened to him. The words had no meaning to him, yet.
After Xander had taken Willow to his apartment, he showed her the guest room and she went inside, closed the door and locked it. Xander knew that she wanted to be alone, and that he probably wouldn't see her for quite a while. He collapsed on the couch and just thought about how bad things had become. He was happy that he had made up with Buffy, but deep down inside him, he was still overwhelmingly ashamed that he had stood by and done nothing as Warren raised the gun. If only he hadn't froze for those few seconds, Tara might still be alive, and they would probably be kicking Warren, Jonathan and Andrew's asses right now. His thoughts turned to Willow again. He heard her crying from the other room now, and he knew that Willow had been through so much. He would have to keep an eye on her, as he knew that they hadn't done enough to convince her not to kill herself. Willow was his closest friend, and he was in no way going to let her kill herself. If Willow died, he didn't know what to do. He knew that Buffy would become detached again, and that Giles would leave back for England, and that left him with no one. He knew that things between him and Anya weren't going to be alright. Anya was still devastated that Xander had left her at the altar. The demon had shown him what their marriage could turn out like, and Xander fled. After the demon had shown him the visions, he had never doubted that they were wrong, until he was told that it was a demon that wanted to hurt Anya. Still, he thought, that their marriage had a chance to turn out that way, and Xander could never hurt Anya that much. He wasn't sure what Anya would do now that she was a vengeance demon again. He doubted that she would stay in Sunnydale for long. Right now, it looked like the only thing that was keeping her here was the shop, which was now ruined from the fight between Giles, Buffy and Willow; and Giles. So much depended on what Giles was going to do right now, and Xander was glad that he was back. He let out a long sigh and fell asleep on the couch.
After she had become accustomed to her new environment, she had watched the events that had happened in the world. She had watched the ones she loved go through more than she could ever stand. She knew what it was like there. There was only one thing that she loved there, and that person had destroyed themselves. Now, there was nothing to hold her attention in the real world, and she let the warmth wash over her, and go through her. Here, nothing could go wrong, because there was nothing that could be right. Here, she was herself and no one could, or would, judge her. Here, she was now perfectly happy.