Just so you know:
* Riley is my absolute worst favorite character on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don't like him, never did and never will. He is a big looser who never should have been on the show, but he was so what can I do? Anways… To all Riley fans: Either put up with my Riley slams or don't read. That is all.
* Dawn is someone different than you think… You'll have to read to find out what I am talking about.
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Finally updated. *Smiles* Well, on with the story then…
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Title: Forgotten Until Remembered
Chapter 2: My Beautiful Stranger
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I'm not sure which hurt first; the white hot sensation burning my eyes or the mind splitting pain of opening them. Of course, it didn't take long for the blinding light to wash away, leaving me with a monster headache. So, even with my perfect slayer vision, the throbbing in my head made it difficult for me to focus. I still saw him though. I still saw the stranger.
As I starred up at him, he suddenly noticed that I was awake and smiled warmly, sending a cascade of a strange feeling throughout my body.
"I came as soon as I could, love." He says gently, almost passionately and then, under his breath, follows up with, "Don't know why your Wonker couldn't bring you though."
I try to open my mouth to tell him what a pathetic jealous bastard he is, but my lips wont move. Everything hurts to much to move, so I simply inwardly scowl at him. He must get the point though, because suddenly he looks angry, not at me, but at himself. Must be a blood sensing thing.
"Big Bad, remember?" He says, reading my thoughts.
The question is rhetorical of course, but I find it in my self to smile anyway. It hurts for a second, but the happiness of simply smiling, a luxury I had been deprived of for so long, drowns out the pain.
I glance at the clock, my eyes no longer hurting because of whatever is dripping from the IV. Of course, it could be because of the Slayers quick healing power. Well, actually I'm pretty sure it isn't the later because the clock says that it's 2:00 A.M. and Slayers don't usually knock out for a day because of a fall.
"How long?" I suddenly find the strength to whisper, my voice raspy and airy.
"Two days. Your Wonker came by yesterday. Asked how much it would cost, threw a fit and then left. Took the pet with him." He said, raising his voice as he went about and then lowered it as he got to the part about "the pet."
"Dawn."
Oh yes, I remember. He didn't know about my Dawn. I'm not sure any of them do. I haven't seen them for so long. Hadn't seen him for so long, until now.
"Your daughter." He says, not a question, but a statement. He needed to say it, to hear it, to understand what it meant.
"Mine and Riley's."
"Your daughter." He says again, disagreeing with me.
I frown. Stubborn bastard! If he only knew the half of it.
Looking out the window into the dull light of dawn he says, "Better get going before the bloody sun comes up and burns me-" He pauses as a nurse walks in. "You know… me and my white skin. Burn really easily." She ignores him. "Well, nice seeing you, Slay-Buffy."
He stands there, awkwardly for a moment and then reaches out and touches my hand. I have to squeeze back the tears to keep from crying. It's the sweetest thing- it just melts my heart and at the same time I can feel that painful squeeze. Only for a moment his Vampire cold, but at the same time warm, fingers brush the back of my hand, but it feels like I've been in a relaxing spa for hours. Damn, I wish this stupid moronic asshole would just hold me- no! No more thinking about that.
After pulling his hand away, he turns and begins walking. As he makes it to the door, he turns back around and mutters "If you ever need me."
I smile.
"Yeah. Being seeing you, love." He says it, wants it to be a goodbye, but I know that inside he wants me, needs me to confirm.
I smile again. "I know where to find you."
He nods, grabs his old blanket/cloak from the metal chair by the door and quickly exits.
"My beautiful Stranger." I say aloud.
"Yours?" The nurse asks and then adds, "Quite a catch."
I look at her. Her cloths look finely pressed, and smell clean. The beautiful brown hair on her head it pulled back neatly and washed to perfection. She's new, I realize, so that means she wasn't here to see my psychotic husband.
"Yes. Quite a catch isn't he?"
My eyes sag, tiredness suddenly overwhelming, as I slip into a restful sleep (the first in months) on that uncomfortable, but yet extremely cozy, hospital bed.
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Confusing… I know, but it's late and I'm not even re-reading it, so… well… Hope you still enjoyed it anyway.
* Riley is my absolute worst favorite character on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don't like him, never did and never will. He is a big looser who never should have been on the show, but he was so what can I do? Anways… To all Riley fans: Either put up with my Riley slams or don't read. That is all.
* Dawn is someone different than you think… You'll have to read to find out what I am talking about.
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Finally updated. *Smiles* Well, on with the story then…
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Title: Forgotten Until Remembered
Chapter 2: My Beautiful Stranger
*-*-*
I'm not sure which hurt first; the white hot sensation burning my eyes or the mind splitting pain of opening them. Of course, it didn't take long for the blinding light to wash away, leaving me with a monster headache. So, even with my perfect slayer vision, the throbbing in my head made it difficult for me to focus. I still saw him though. I still saw the stranger.
As I starred up at him, he suddenly noticed that I was awake and smiled warmly, sending a cascade of a strange feeling throughout my body.
"I came as soon as I could, love." He says gently, almost passionately and then, under his breath, follows up with, "Don't know why your Wonker couldn't bring you though."
I try to open my mouth to tell him what a pathetic jealous bastard he is, but my lips wont move. Everything hurts to much to move, so I simply inwardly scowl at him. He must get the point though, because suddenly he looks angry, not at me, but at himself. Must be a blood sensing thing.
"Big Bad, remember?" He says, reading my thoughts.
The question is rhetorical of course, but I find it in my self to smile anyway. It hurts for a second, but the happiness of simply smiling, a luxury I had been deprived of for so long, drowns out the pain.
I glance at the clock, my eyes no longer hurting because of whatever is dripping from the IV. Of course, it could be because of the Slayers quick healing power. Well, actually I'm pretty sure it isn't the later because the clock says that it's 2:00 A.M. and Slayers don't usually knock out for a day because of a fall.
"How long?" I suddenly find the strength to whisper, my voice raspy and airy.
"Two days. Your Wonker came by yesterday. Asked how much it would cost, threw a fit and then left. Took the pet with him." He said, raising his voice as he went about and then lowered it as he got to the part about "the pet."
"Dawn."
Oh yes, I remember. He didn't know about my Dawn. I'm not sure any of them do. I haven't seen them for so long. Hadn't seen him for so long, until now.
"Your daughter." He says, not a question, but a statement. He needed to say it, to hear it, to understand what it meant.
"Mine and Riley's."
"Your daughter." He says again, disagreeing with me.
I frown. Stubborn bastard! If he only knew the half of it.
Looking out the window into the dull light of dawn he says, "Better get going before the bloody sun comes up and burns me-" He pauses as a nurse walks in. "You know… me and my white skin. Burn really easily." She ignores him. "Well, nice seeing you, Slay-Buffy."
He stands there, awkwardly for a moment and then reaches out and touches my hand. I have to squeeze back the tears to keep from crying. It's the sweetest thing- it just melts my heart and at the same time I can feel that painful squeeze. Only for a moment his Vampire cold, but at the same time warm, fingers brush the back of my hand, but it feels like I've been in a relaxing spa for hours. Damn, I wish this stupid moronic asshole would just hold me- no! No more thinking about that.
After pulling his hand away, he turns and begins walking. As he makes it to the door, he turns back around and mutters "If you ever need me."
I smile.
"Yeah. Being seeing you, love." He says it, wants it to be a goodbye, but I know that inside he wants me, needs me to confirm.
I smile again. "I know where to find you."
He nods, grabs his old blanket/cloak from the metal chair by the door and quickly exits.
"My beautiful Stranger." I say aloud.
"Yours?" The nurse asks and then adds, "Quite a catch."
I look at her. Her cloths look finely pressed, and smell clean. The beautiful brown hair on her head it pulled back neatly and washed to perfection. She's new, I realize, so that means she wasn't here to see my psychotic husband.
"Yes. Quite a catch isn't he?"
My eyes sag, tiredness suddenly overwhelming, as I slip into a restful sleep (the first in months) on that uncomfortable, but yet extremely cozy, hospital bed.
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Confusing… I know, but it's late and I'm not even re-reading it, so… well… Hope you still enjoyed it anyway.