Disclaimer: Yes...Joss Whedon owns all of the characters except the ones that
you have never heard of because I created them...I wonder if Joss has ever
heard of a thing called 'sharing'...
Summary: ((Warning: Total Spuffiness!!! Everyone is human too...oh yeah, the story isn't as lame as the summary...seriously)) Starts off with everyone as young teenagers...Glory and Buffy are step sisters, and Angel is the step brother...blah blah blah ((Sorry, it's too juicy to give away)) And Buffy is hit by a car, loses all her memory...including all recollection of her love...Spike...this is a really vague summary...
((A/N: I WANT TO TELL ALL OF THE REVIEWERS WHO HAVE REVIEWED THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! IT REALLY ENCOURAGES ME TO CONTINUE!!! *muah* LOVE YOU ALL!!! REMEMBER MORE REVIEWES=MORE CHAPPIES!!!))
((A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my beloved reviewers... winterwitch20, sPiKe-bUfFy-GuRl, CraZy4Spike09, Spikesgirl2626, Shitaka, spikezbaybee, golden+girl736, and MySweetAudrina.))
((A/N: To all you spuffy fans out there, do not fear, it will be spuffy! Just bear with me a few chapters until Spike comes back...hehe...I have so many twisties in this fic planned..muahahahaha))
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Glory drove down the road, shaking dangerously. Her eyes darted around, always expecting the cops to come, and arrest her. She looked in the rearview mirror, she couldn't tell if Buffy was alive or not. For the first time in her life, she was scared of Buffy...scared that if she was dead that she would suffer the consequences, but if she was alive she would take William. Glory pulled into the Emergency Room at the Hospital, and ran in. She ran down the white halls, begging any nurse or doctor to help her. They would look at Glory as if she was insane, raise an eyebrow at her bloodied clothes, and seeing no wounds on her walk away, and tend to the others. She was just about to scream at someone when she heard a nearby doctor talking to two nurses.
"So no ID of any sort has been found?" the doctor asked the nurses.
The red head shook her head, "No, and there have been no reports fitting her physical description."
The doctor sighed, "I doubt that any physical description would help her. Her face, and body is so badly mangled that it is impossible to identify her."
The nurses nodded sadly, and followed the doctor has he walked off. Glory's eyes widened as she began to laugh. She laughed insanely as she stumbled out the door. She opened the back door of her car, and searched Buffy's pockets. She a crazy smile spread across her face when she withdrew a wallet. She was about to run back to the Emergency room when she saw the broken silver chain dangling from one of her fingers. She snatched that too, and found the woman who was too badly mangled, and bloodied to be identified. She stuffed the wallet into the woman's pocket, her face screwed up in disgust, and clasped the necklace around the woman's neck. She felt a hot and burning taste as she touched the dead woman's bloodied neck.
After she did her dirty work, Glory dashed outside, and threw up. She rinsed her mouth with some water, and began to drive. She couldn't take her home...Darla wouldn't care, Angel would, but he didn't matter, but Xander would find out, and he would care...so would William. She began driving until she was in a totally different part of Charleston. She drove until she came to a run down house that was near the busy streets of the middle-class part of Charleston. She ran out of the car, and began banging on the door. "OPEN UP!" she yelled. "PLEASE!!"
She heard some shuffles, noise, and finally some muffled speaking. The door swung open, and she was greeted with the face of her real father, Giles. "G- g-glory?" he said uncertainly.
Glory nodded, "D-dad," she began, swallowing down the hate, and resentment she held for this filthy and poor bum, "I-I-I know that I haven't been the best possible daughter that I could be..."
"Sure thing." Giles muttered underneath his breath as he took off his glasses to clean.
"A-and I want to get to know you, you know? Find out what my dad is like...I- I-I'm s-s-s-s-o sorry dad." she began to cry, not because she really was sorry, but because she was scared. She threw her arms around the surprised man and hugged him.
Giles hesitantly patted his daughter on the back, "There there now..." he said softly.
"D-D-dad, I-I-I need you to do something for me..." Glory began to wail.
Giles felt like a real father, that's right, his little baby girl was asking him for help. Unable to continue speaking she pulled her father outside to her car, and opened the back door. "What in the name of...why do you have a dead and bloody girl in your car?" he asked in shock.
Glory began to cry even harder, "I hit heeerrrrrrr..." she began to wail again, "I hit her on purpose," she paused and turned to Giles, "Please dad, please take care of her, and never let anyone find out. Please." she pleaded. That's when Giles saw the dried blood on her hands, the dark splotches on her neck that were shining in the moonlight, and her creamy ruffled shirt was soaked with red.
Giles stumbled backwards, "Oh so I see what this was all about. You commit manslaughter, and you come ask your dad to take care of the corpse for you. Well you know what I just noticed? You're a slut, a whore, JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER. And don't even bother coming around here." He walked to his house, and slammed it shut right in front of Glory's face.
Glory glared at the door. She began to bang on it. "DAD PLEEEEASE!!!" she begged. After thirty minutes of banging she lost her patience. "Well you know what? I don't need someone like you in my life. You were a crappy father...no wait, you were never a father. You were never home, and if you were, it was only to take our money, and go gamble and spend it all, and you kno-..." The door swung open.
"Don't...say...another...word." Giles commanded.
Glory drove home with a huge burden off her shoulders. She shoved the incident to the back of her mind, and thought about what she would tomorrow. First of all, she would sell this car, she certainly wasn't going to drive around in the same car that she had...had...Buffy with. She pulled to the side of the road, and began to shake and convulse again. She took several deep breaths until she started driving again. She drove up to gate, and got out.
Angel who had been sitting outside the gate immediately jumped up as he saw the car drive up. He ran to the other side, and shoved Glory against the car. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO BUFFY?" he bellowed.
Glory's eyes widened as she began trembling again. "I didn't do anything..." Glory protested weakly.
Angel slammed her against the car again, "Wrong answer, tell me, what did you do with her?"
Glory closed her eyes in slight pain. She brought her hands to her face and began to cry. Angel's eyes widened in horror at the sight of her blood crusted hands, then he noticed her face, the windshield, and her clothes. "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER?" he roared.
"I HIT HER," Glory yelled back shaking, "Yeah, that's right, I HIT HER WITH THE FUCKIN CAR."
Angel let go of her and stepped back. No, no, that couldn't be true, no, not Buffy. "Where is she?" he demanded as soon as he had collected himself.
"At Dad's house..." she whispered.
Angel took off running. He arrived at his father's house. "Where is she?" he asked as he threw open the door.
Giles looked up in surprise. Angel looked down. There laid his beloved Buffy on a bed, unmoving, and his father, with a tub of warm water beside him, and numerous cloths, all with faint blood stains. "What happened?" he asked softly even though he knew very well what had happened.
* * TWO DAYS LATER* *
Xander, Darla, Glory, Spike and his mother all stood in a line on the beach in Florida; the very beach that Spike and Buffy used to play on. Darla and Glory dabbed at fake tears as Xander held out a handful of ashes, and let the wind carry them away to the ocean. He stopped, and spoke, "We're sorry that you can't be here with us Buffy. We'll miss you, and love you...you were always so caring, and diligent. You were a great daughter, sister, and friend..."
'And the love of my life...' Spike thought.
Xander emptied the elegant jar of 'Buffy's' ashes. Then they all stood there, silent. Spike had been holding a large framed picture of Buffy when all of the sudden he began to shake slightly. His angel...his love couldn't be gone. No way. No way...
Everyone headed back to the large beach house in the distance, and he was left alone. "Don't stay out too long, you'll catch your death out here." Spike's mother whispered. ((A/N: Okay, I think that we ought to give Spike's mummy dearest a name...hmm....let's have their last time be something elegant and sophisticated...Cornelius? Good enough for me.)) Spike nodded, and looked out at the vast ocean. His Buffy...his darling beloved Buffy whom he had waited six, whole, long and painful years for...was taken from him in a mere instant. He had even started a corporation in England a year ago, called Global Fashions for he had remembered her dream to be a fashion designer, and had started it just for her. It grew into in a huge business in a mere year, and she was not here to see.
Spike sighed, and found it hard to swallow. "You know Buffy, if...if...if you really are gone," he paused, "I know that you're in a good place. God would never put you elsewhere. But promise...promise that you'll be waiting there, on the stairway to heaven...just for me luv...okay?" A single tear rolled down from those clear blue eyes that were filled with nothing, nothing but unfathomable sadness.
At the very same moment, Buffy's hands loosened. The diamond heart that Glory had ripped from her silver chain was still in her closed fist. She opened one eye, "Where am I?" she said softly.
"You're absolutely sure she remembers nothing?" Angel asked as he sat outside with Giles.
Giles nodded, "The poor girl doesn't even remember her own name. I guess it's going to take a while to explain to her..."
"Don't tell her...please..." Angel interrupted.
Giles peered at his son from over the rims of his glasses. "What? We have to, it's her right, she deserves to know..."
Angel put his hand up, "I know...but don't you see? This is the only way I have a chance with her...besides, if fate has it planned for her to remember, then she will..." Angel looked at his dad mournfully.
Giles sighed as they sat there in silence.
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Summary: ((Warning: Total Spuffiness!!! Everyone is human too...oh yeah, the story isn't as lame as the summary...seriously)) Starts off with everyone as young teenagers...Glory and Buffy are step sisters, and Angel is the step brother...blah blah blah ((Sorry, it's too juicy to give away)) And Buffy is hit by a car, loses all her memory...including all recollection of her love...Spike...this is a really vague summary...
((A/N: I WANT TO TELL ALL OF THE REVIEWERS WHO HAVE REVIEWED THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! IT REALLY ENCOURAGES ME TO CONTINUE!!! *muah* LOVE YOU ALL!!! REMEMBER MORE REVIEWES=MORE CHAPPIES!!!))
((A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my beloved reviewers... winterwitch20, sPiKe-bUfFy-GuRl, CraZy4Spike09, Spikesgirl2626, Shitaka, spikezbaybee, golden+girl736, and MySweetAudrina.))
((A/N: To all you spuffy fans out there, do not fear, it will be spuffy! Just bear with me a few chapters until Spike comes back...hehe...I have so many twisties in this fic planned..muahahahaha))
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Glory drove down the road, shaking dangerously. Her eyes darted around, always expecting the cops to come, and arrest her. She looked in the rearview mirror, she couldn't tell if Buffy was alive or not. For the first time in her life, she was scared of Buffy...scared that if she was dead that she would suffer the consequences, but if she was alive she would take William. Glory pulled into the Emergency Room at the Hospital, and ran in. She ran down the white halls, begging any nurse or doctor to help her. They would look at Glory as if she was insane, raise an eyebrow at her bloodied clothes, and seeing no wounds on her walk away, and tend to the others. She was just about to scream at someone when she heard a nearby doctor talking to two nurses.
"So no ID of any sort has been found?" the doctor asked the nurses.
The red head shook her head, "No, and there have been no reports fitting her physical description."
The doctor sighed, "I doubt that any physical description would help her. Her face, and body is so badly mangled that it is impossible to identify her."
The nurses nodded sadly, and followed the doctor has he walked off. Glory's eyes widened as she began to laugh. She laughed insanely as she stumbled out the door. She opened the back door of her car, and searched Buffy's pockets. She a crazy smile spread across her face when she withdrew a wallet. She was about to run back to the Emergency room when she saw the broken silver chain dangling from one of her fingers. She snatched that too, and found the woman who was too badly mangled, and bloodied to be identified. She stuffed the wallet into the woman's pocket, her face screwed up in disgust, and clasped the necklace around the woman's neck. She felt a hot and burning taste as she touched the dead woman's bloodied neck.
After she did her dirty work, Glory dashed outside, and threw up. She rinsed her mouth with some water, and began to drive. She couldn't take her home...Darla wouldn't care, Angel would, but he didn't matter, but Xander would find out, and he would care...so would William. She began driving until she was in a totally different part of Charleston. She drove until she came to a run down house that was near the busy streets of the middle-class part of Charleston. She ran out of the car, and began banging on the door. "OPEN UP!" she yelled. "PLEASE!!"
She heard some shuffles, noise, and finally some muffled speaking. The door swung open, and she was greeted with the face of her real father, Giles. "G- g-glory?" he said uncertainly.
Glory nodded, "D-dad," she began, swallowing down the hate, and resentment she held for this filthy and poor bum, "I-I-I know that I haven't been the best possible daughter that I could be..."
"Sure thing." Giles muttered underneath his breath as he took off his glasses to clean.
"A-and I want to get to know you, you know? Find out what my dad is like...I- I-I'm s-s-s-s-o sorry dad." she began to cry, not because she really was sorry, but because she was scared. She threw her arms around the surprised man and hugged him.
Giles hesitantly patted his daughter on the back, "There there now..." he said softly.
"D-D-dad, I-I-I need you to do something for me..." Glory began to wail.
Giles felt like a real father, that's right, his little baby girl was asking him for help. Unable to continue speaking she pulled her father outside to her car, and opened the back door. "What in the name of...why do you have a dead and bloody girl in your car?" he asked in shock.
Glory began to cry even harder, "I hit heeerrrrrrr..." she began to wail again, "I hit her on purpose," she paused and turned to Giles, "Please dad, please take care of her, and never let anyone find out. Please." she pleaded. That's when Giles saw the dried blood on her hands, the dark splotches on her neck that were shining in the moonlight, and her creamy ruffled shirt was soaked with red.
Giles stumbled backwards, "Oh so I see what this was all about. You commit manslaughter, and you come ask your dad to take care of the corpse for you. Well you know what I just noticed? You're a slut, a whore, JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER. And don't even bother coming around here." He walked to his house, and slammed it shut right in front of Glory's face.
Glory glared at the door. She began to bang on it. "DAD PLEEEEASE!!!" she begged. After thirty minutes of banging she lost her patience. "Well you know what? I don't need someone like you in my life. You were a crappy father...no wait, you were never a father. You were never home, and if you were, it was only to take our money, and go gamble and spend it all, and you kno-..." The door swung open.
"Don't...say...another...word." Giles commanded.
Glory drove home with a huge burden off her shoulders. She shoved the incident to the back of her mind, and thought about what she would tomorrow. First of all, she would sell this car, she certainly wasn't going to drive around in the same car that she had...had...Buffy with. She pulled to the side of the road, and began to shake and convulse again. She took several deep breaths until she started driving again. She drove up to gate, and got out.
Angel who had been sitting outside the gate immediately jumped up as he saw the car drive up. He ran to the other side, and shoved Glory against the car. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO BUFFY?" he bellowed.
Glory's eyes widened as she began trembling again. "I didn't do anything..." Glory protested weakly.
Angel slammed her against the car again, "Wrong answer, tell me, what did you do with her?"
Glory closed her eyes in slight pain. She brought her hands to her face and began to cry. Angel's eyes widened in horror at the sight of her blood crusted hands, then he noticed her face, the windshield, and her clothes. "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER?" he roared.
"I HIT HER," Glory yelled back shaking, "Yeah, that's right, I HIT HER WITH THE FUCKIN CAR."
Angel let go of her and stepped back. No, no, that couldn't be true, no, not Buffy. "Where is she?" he demanded as soon as he had collected himself.
"At Dad's house..." she whispered.
Angel took off running. He arrived at his father's house. "Where is she?" he asked as he threw open the door.
Giles looked up in surprise. Angel looked down. There laid his beloved Buffy on a bed, unmoving, and his father, with a tub of warm water beside him, and numerous cloths, all with faint blood stains. "What happened?" he asked softly even though he knew very well what had happened.
* * TWO DAYS LATER* *
Xander, Darla, Glory, Spike and his mother all stood in a line on the beach in Florida; the very beach that Spike and Buffy used to play on. Darla and Glory dabbed at fake tears as Xander held out a handful of ashes, and let the wind carry them away to the ocean. He stopped, and spoke, "We're sorry that you can't be here with us Buffy. We'll miss you, and love you...you were always so caring, and diligent. You were a great daughter, sister, and friend..."
'And the love of my life...' Spike thought.
Xander emptied the elegant jar of 'Buffy's' ashes. Then they all stood there, silent. Spike had been holding a large framed picture of Buffy when all of the sudden he began to shake slightly. His angel...his love couldn't be gone. No way. No way...
Everyone headed back to the large beach house in the distance, and he was left alone. "Don't stay out too long, you'll catch your death out here." Spike's mother whispered. ((A/N: Okay, I think that we ought to give Spike's mummy dearest a name...hmm....let's have their last time be something elegant and sophisticated...Cornelius? Good enough for me.)) Spike nodded, and looked out at the vast ocean. His Buffy...his darling beloved Buffy whom he had waited six, whole, long and painful years for...was taken from him in a mere instant. He had even started a corporation in England a year ago, called Global Fashions for he had remembered her dream to be a fashion designer, and had started it just for her. It grew into in a huge business in a mere year, and she was not here to see.
Spike sighed, and found it hard to swallow. "You know Buffy, if...if...if you really are gone," he paused, "I know that you're in a good place. God would never put you elsewhere. But promise...promise that you'll be waiting there, on the stairway to heaven...just for me luv...okay?" A single tear rolled down from those clear blue eyes that were filled with nothing, nothing but unfathomable sadness.
At the very same moment, Buffy's hands loosened. The diamond heart that Glory had ripped from her silver chain was still in her closed fist. She opened one eye, "Where am I?" she said softly.
"You're absolutely sure she remembers nothing?" Angel asked as he sat outside with Giles.
Giles nodded, "The poor girl doesn't even remember her own name. I guess it's going to take a while to explain to her..."
"Don't tell her...please..." Angel interrupted.
Giles peered at his son from over the rims of his glasses. "What? We have to, it's her right, she deserves to know..."
Angel put his hand up, "I know...but don't you see? This is the only way I have a chance with her...besides, if fate has it planned for her to remember, then she will..." Angel looked at his dad mournfully.
Giles sighed as they sat there in silence.
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories