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Authors Note: I'm so sorry that I haven't written for a month or more. My life has been a mess, what with dealing with death and depression and all so I hope you all don't take it personally. It's not my lack of love for this story or the fans of it that caused me not to write, it's the love for my boyfriend who's only just died. I hope to be updating more often although you will certainly know why I do not if it falls behind again. Thanks all -Grace
The sky was a bright shade of orange and she sat, bound by her hands and feet to a large metal office chair. There was no one in sight but she got the very distinct feeling that someone was close by. Laurea could see that there were no doors, no windows, and more obviously, no ceiling to this building. Interesting, she thought, I wonder what they do about the rain? Suddenly a flash of light, the Slayer's face appeared, obviously in pain, blood draining from a wound at her neck and onto the floor. Flash yet to another scene, one of William and two others running full force down a hallway, weapons in hand. Flash once again to the closed room, the orange sky above her, this time a knife pressed to her throat. The face behind her was one she knew, one that had promised her no harm. Her blood spilled, filling the throats of those who devoured her.
She awoke with a snap, eyes flashing immediately to re-orient her with where she was. She was safe, holed up in a hotel room three blocks away from Spikes crypt. She ran her hands under the bathroom faucet, splashing water gently on her face and neck. She'd had dreams of Spike in the past, nothing of importance until the dream two weeks ago, before she'd decided to come to Sunnydale. She'd seen Spike in trouble; of course she didn't know that it was he at the time. Just some blonde vampire that she could never identify, she never in a thousand years guessed that her great uncle would be the same man. The dream she'd had that first concerned her so had something to do with the blond vampire being tortured, sun and holy water being mostly the culprits. By whom she couldn't tell, why she didn't know. It turned out only to be dumb luck that brought her to that exact same blonde vampire.
The thing that bothered her the most thought, about this dream, was the fact that she had died in it. She could still feel the tear of the knife as it traced its way across her neck. Not exactly the most pleasant experience and the thing that burned her most was the person who had done it.
When Alethea had first approached her, looking for a seer, she had agreed to do so on one condition. That no harm comes to her after the prophecy was complete, that she get sort of a "get out of jail free card." Foolishly she accepted Alethea's promise as 100% fact. How she could have been so daft, god, she should have known not to trust the word of a vampire. Her visions were never wrong, or at least they hadn't been so far. It didn't mean things couldn't be changed if they were caught soon enough, it however did mean that it would get to that point if things weren't changed. If she wasn't careful, she was going to lose her life for sure.
It took her less than five minutes to reach Spikes crypt; god, she'd never seen so many demons stalking around in her life. She half expected to be someone's dinner but thankfully the spell Alethea had done on her seemed to be working, she had been glared and growled at, but so far hadn't been attacked. Maybe the Powers that Be were looking out for her.
The third knock brought forth a deep growl and a slur of words from the other side of the door. Vampires didn't sleep at night right? Hopefully he wouldn't be too angry about her intrusion.
"Uh, L.Laurea.normally I'd say nice to see you, but.you do know it's four in the morning right?" he asked confused at her presence.
"William," she started, pushing him aside as she rushed into the room. "I've got something to say that I really think you should hear."
"Come in won't you?"
She spun quickly to face him just as he finished closing the door. Who knew a vampire could be so attractive? Maybe if she wasn't related to him, and he wasn't a vampire, she'd think about making a move on him. Another life another time. Besides, he probably had a girlfriend seeing as how he smelled so good.
"I'm a seer, and you're in trouble."
"What?"
"You, me, Buffy. Seeing as how they need her blood to open the portal to hell, I figure if we can keep her from the hell mouth things will turn out fine. I did something really stupid, and I think that I can help stop this prophecy."
"I think we need to start at the beginning. I don't know anything about the Slayers blood."
"Remember how I said I had dreams with you in them? I just had another one tonight. I was killed, Buffy was alive, but bleeding from a bite wound at her neck, and you and two other people were running down a hallway loaded down with weapons."
"Where did this all take place?"
"Somewhere without a roof, I'm not exactly sure. I've got to confess to something; I didn't exactly come here to Sunnydale just to see you. I was recruited by this vampiress Alethea for my seeing abilities."
"Alethea?" He thought to himself, the word almost familiar but not quite recognizable. He closed his eyes to think, repeating the name silently.
"Of the Orobas clan."
"No!"
"Why would I lie? Listen, I'm sorry about not telling you but I thought I had immunity, turns out she was lying about that. There's something else you need to know. I know where Buffy is, and I know why she's there. Now, I'll tell you what I know, but only because Alethea already knows it and is going to try to turn you against the Slayer with the information."
"Tell me where she is. Is she in trouble?"
"No, you need to take this with a grain of salt."
"Go ahead."
"Buffy's in London, she's gone to get something from the council."
"What?"
"Let me explain before you freak out. She's there to get your soul." Spikes jaw immediately clenched. How could she do this to him? "But it's not for the reason you think. She's not going to curse you with that soul. She's attaching it to herself for some other reason."
For the life of him he couldn't think of why. They needed to talk to Giles, and soon. With the prophecy only a week and a half away they certainly needed time to develop a strategy.
"Okay, come on let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"To talk to Buffy's watcher. He's the brains behind this prophecy stuff, he'll definitely be grateful for this new information."
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah, well, at least you came to us with it before the shit hit the fan."
"I never meant to hurt anyone."
"I don't think you have.Yet. And about that Buffy thing, let's just keep that between the two of us huh? I'm pretty sure that she wouldn't want her friends to know. At least not until I can find out why she's there for my soul."
Authors Note: I'm so sorry that I haven't written for a month or more. My life has been a mess, what with dealing with death and depression and all so I hope you all don't take it personally. It's not my lack of love for this story or the fans of it that caused me not to write, it's the love for my boyfriend who's only just died. I hope to be updating more often although you will certainly know why I do not if it falls behind again. Thanks all -Grace
The sky was a bright shade of orange and she sat, bound by her hands and feet to a large metal office chair. There was no one in sight but she got the very distinct feeling that someone was close by. Laurea could see that there were no doors, no windows, and more obviously, no ceiling to this building. Interesting, she thought, I wonder what they do about the rain? Suddenly a flash of light, the Slayer's face appeared, obviously in pain, blood draining from a wound at her neck and onto the floor. Flash yet to another scene, one of William and two others running full force down a hallway, weapons in hand. Flash once again to the closed room, the orange sky above her, this time a knife pressed to her throat. The face behind her was one she knew, one that had promised her no harm. Her blood spilled, filling the throats of those who devoured her.
She awoke with a snap, eyes flashing immediately to re-orient her with where she was. She was safe, holed up in a hotel room three blocks away from Spikes crypt. She ran her hands under the bathroom faucet, splashing water gently on her face and neck. She'd had dreams of Spike in the past, nothing of importance until the dream two weeks ago, before she'd decided to come to Sunnydale. She'd seen Spike in trouble; of course she didn't know that it was he at the time. Just some blonde vampire that she could never identify, she never in a thousand years guessed that her great uncle would be the same man. The dream she'd had that first concerned her so had something to do with the blond vampire being tortured, sun and holy water being mostly the culprits. By whom she couldn't tell, why she didn't know. It turned out only to be dumb luck that brought her to that exact same blonde vampire.
The thing that bothered her the most thought, about this dream, was the fact that she had died in it. She could still feel the tear of the knife as it traced its way across her neck. Not exactly the most pleasant experience and the thing that burned her most was the person who had done it.
When Alethea had first approached her, looking for a seer, she had agreed to do so on one condition. That no harm comes to her after the prophecy was complete, that she get sort of a "get out of jail free card." Foolishly she accepted Alethea's promise as 100% fact. How she could have been so daft, god, she should have known not to trust the word of a vampire. Her visions were never wrong, or at least they hadn't been so far. It didn't mean things couldn't be changed if they were caught soon enough, it however did mean that it would get to that point if things weren't changed. If she wasn't careful, she was going to lose her life for sure.
It took her less than five minutes to reach Spikes crypt; god, she'd never seen so many demons stalking around in her life. She half expected to be someone's dinner but thankfully the spell Alethea had done on her seemed to be working, she had been glared and growled at, but so far hadn't been attacked. Maybe the Powers that Be were looking out for her.
The third knock brought forth a deep growl and a slur of words from the other side of the door. Vampires didn't sleep at night right? Hopefully he wouldn't be too angry about her intrusion.
"Uh, L.Laurea.normally I'd say nice to see you, but.you do know it's four in the morning right?" he asked confused at her presence.
"William," she started, pushing him aside as she rushed into the room. "I've got something to say that I really think you should hear."
"Come in won't you?"
She spun quickly to face him just as he finished closing the door. Who knew a vampire could be so attractive? Maybe if she wasn't related to him, and he wasn't a vampire, she'd think about making a move on him. Another life another time. Besides, he probably had a girlfriend seeing as how he smelled so good.
"I'm a seer, and you're in trouble."
"What?"
"You, me, Buffy. Seeing as how they need her blood to open the portal to hell, I figure if we can keep her from the hell mouth things will turn out fine. I did something really stupid, and I think that I can help stop this prophecy."
"I think we need to start at the beginning. I don't know anything about the Slayers blood."
"Remember how I said I had dreams with you in them? I just had another one tonight. I was killed, Buffy was alive, but bleeding from a bite wound at her neck, and you and two other people were running down a hallway loaded down with weapons."
"Where did this all take place?"
"Somewhere without a roof, I'm not exactly sure. I've got to confess to something; I didn't exactly come here to Sunnydale just to see you. I was recruited by this vampiress Alethea for my seeing abilities."
"Alethea?" He thought to himself, the word almost familiar but not quite recognizable. He closed his eyes to think, repeating the name silently.
"Of the Orobas clan."
"No!"
"Why would I lie? Listen, I'm sorry about not telling you but I thought I had immunity, turns out she was lying about that. There's something else you need to know. I know where Buffy is, and I know why she's there. Now, I'll tell you what I know, but only because Alethea already knows it and is going to try to turn you against the Slayer with the information."
"Tell me where she is. Is she in trouble?"
"No, you need to take this with a grain of salt."
"Go ahead."
"Buffy's in London, she's gone to get something from the council."
"What?"
"Let me explain before you freak out. She's there to get your soul." Spikes jaw immediately clenched. How could she do this to him? "But it's not for the reason you think. She's not going to curse you with that soul. She's attaching it to herself for some other reason."
For the life of him he couldn't think of why. They needed to talk to Giles, and soon. With the prophecy only a week and a half away they certainly needed time to develop a strategy.
"Okay, come on let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"To talk to Buffy's watcher. He's the brains behind this prophecy stuff, he'll definitely be grateful for this new information."
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah, well, at least you came to us with it before the shit hit the fan."
"I never meant to hurt anyone."
"I don't think you have.Yet. And about that Buffy thing, let's just keep that between the two of us huh? I'm pretty sure that she wouldn't want her friends to know. At least not until I can find out why she's there for my soul."