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: Spuffiness!!! Everyone is human too...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, Audrina16, and Sweetbitter.))
((A/N: To all you spuffy fans out there, do not fear, it will be spuffy! Just bear with me a few chapters until some of the erm...twisties happen...hehe, and Bittersweet, sorry that it's moving so fast right now, I'm just trying to hurry to part where some 'things' happen...))
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* * A Year Later * *
Spike tapped his fingers on the steering wheel of his brand new silver Jaguar. He was contemplating really about nothing when his cell phone rang. He inserted the earpiece, and pressed on the small button on the side. "Hullo?"
"Hi William," came the voice.
Spike frowned slightly, "Oh hey there Glory."
Glory smiled from the other end, "Darla wants to know if you want to meet us at Medici Terrace for dinner. I told her that you wouldn't have time since you're a really busy person, and all, but you know..."
"You know, I'm on my way to the airport right now...how about tomorrow...on me?" he interrupted.
Glory pouted, "But Wiiiiiilliam...." she whined.
"I'm really sorry Glory, I have to go somewhere important."
"Oh really? Like where?"
"Bye Glory." Spike hung up, and turned his phone off. "To heaven..." he added in a whisper.
Spike looked out the window of his private jet, and sighed. It had been a year since Buffy died, and he still missed her like hell, and maybe it was just him, but he believed deep down inside his heart that she was still alive. He himself didn't see how that was possible, but life worked out funny sometimes.
He arrived at his beach-side mansion in his black Lexus SUV. He walked up the sandy wooden ramp up to the house, and was greeted with silence. He slowly walked up the stairs to the attic; he never let anyone else there...it was a place for him to go and escape kind of...and also a sort of shrine for Buffy. He walked by the shiny oak tables that held countless and numerous pictures of him and Buffy when they were kids. He paused at the one identical to the picture that Buffy had been carrying before she...she...died. He still had that one, and carried it around faithfully in his wallet.
He knelt down until he was eye to eye with that picture. "Buffy, I miss you so much," he began, "You have no bloody clue...it's like I'm filled with this...this empty hole of some sort," he paused, "I know I'm making no sense what-so-ever, but you understand me right? Buffy...luv, what am I going to do without you? Some days I think that I'm going to go insane from missing you so much...it's been a year, and I still love you..." His voice trailed off as he began to cry, shuddering violently from the tears.
((A/N: Buffy and Elizabeth are the same person, and Angel and Aidan are also the same person...do you recall the last chapter when Buffy awoke and remembered nothing? Well everything Angel/Aidan told her were lies, like her name, his name, and why she couldn't remember anything, and blah blah blah.))
Elizabeth and Aidan began to sing to the sappy pop songs on the radio as they drove down the road. Elizabeth laughed, "This is ssoo exciting," she squealed, "We're finally going to see the beaches of Florida!"
Aidan smiled at her, "Hey, don't get all excited, we have to go and leave all in the same day you know." he said, "But don't worry, when I become a famous painter, we'll own a house like that." He pointed to the mansion that Spike just happened to own. They had flown down to Florida purely on business; Aidan was doing a special piece of art in hopes of getting it published into the 'Arts and Galleries Magazine.'
Elizabeth smiled at him, and jokingly punched him, "Yeah, you better get rich quick."
They arrived at the beach, and Aidan parked their crappy rental car, a beat up 93' Honda Civic, on the sand, while Elizabeth ran around. Aidan grinned as he set up his easel, canvas, and got out his paints and brushes. But he didn't even get to paint one single stroke before Elizabeth leaped onto his back, and demanded a piggy-back ride.
Spike walked down the stairs to the large glass window of the living room. He looked outside, and watched as Elizabeth and Aidan pushed and shoved each other around on the sand. He smiled sadly as memories of him and Buffy and flashed through his mind. He shook his head, and turned away from the window.
Finally Aidan convinced Elizabeth to let him do some work. She reluctantly agreed, and sat next to the easel. "Are you sure that we've never been here before?" she asked, rather quietly as she looked around. The place seemed so familiar...like she'd been here many times before.
Aidan gave her a strange look, "Uh...no, this is our first time," he muttered as he began mixing several colors.
"How about just me? Do you think that I used to come here with my family?" she asked.
Aidan shook his head, "Nah, you guys never went anywhere."
Elizabeth nodded, and sighed. Just then she heard the most gorgeous music she had ever heard in her life wafting from the mansion in the distance. She tilted her head to the side, and listened. "Aidan...do you hear that?"
Aidan didn't reply on account of being too absorbed into his work. Elizabeth slowly stood up, and began to walk toward the mansion. She slowly walked up the wooden ramp that led to the mansion...the song nagging at her as she racked her brains for where she had heard this song before.
Spike sat inside the living room of his mansion, his back to the large glass windows that made up three sides of the room on his white Grand Piano. His fingers floated gracefully over the keys. He played this song with all his heart and soul, for this was 'their' song. He always hated playing the piano, but his mother always made him play it. Soon he had stopped taking lessons, but he always played this one song that he himself had composed when he was naught but 13...just for Buffy. He closed his eyes, and recalled how she would watch him in awe, mesmerized by the music. He would always play...just for her.
Elizabeth walked up to one of the large windows of the mansion and peered inside. She closed her eyes, and listened to the music. She walked past the windows one by one, listening to the music, and trying to get a better glimpse of Spike. She stopped when she was at the windows right of Spike.
Spike's head hung down as his hands danced on the white and black keys of his piano. Elizabeth smiled slightly at Spike, and walked away. Spike stopped playing. His head shot up just as Elizabeth walked away so all he saw was a few strands of her silky blonde hair. He stood up, and looked around. It didn't occur to him to run to the windows, and look outside, he just looked around, and seeing no one sat down the white piano bench, and began to talk again. "Am I not a funny person Buffy? I just thought I saw your hair...I'm so ridiculous sometimes...look at me...every time I see a girl with a head of silky and shiny blonde hair, I can't help but wonder if it's you...I know...it sounds incredibly stupid, but I can't help myself Buffy...I miss you that much..." Spike bit his lower lip to prevent himself from crying. Sighing he stood up, and opened the sliding glass door to the patio.
Elizabeth stood on her tip-toes to peer over Aidan's shoulders. "Ooooh! It's sssoo good Aidan!" she squealed.
Aidan smiled, "Yup, and I'm almost done..." he added the finishing touches to the painting, which was of the mansion in the distance, the beach, and Elizabeth's face.
Spike looked over to the two figures in the distance, and then looked away. Just then Elizabeth peeked out from the side of the canvas, and stole a glance at Spike, and when she pulled her head back to behind the canvas, Spike glanced over at them again. He then turned around and went inside to be left alone with his memories.
Aidan dragged Elizabeth away, "Come on Liz, let's go!" he urged. Elizabeth sighed, nodded. She looked longingly at the mansion, half in wishful thinking, and half in curiosity...she swore she had seen the same mansion before, but if Aidan said she hadn't, then she probably hadn't. They drove to the airport singing along with the pop tunes again, and laughter...while Spike traced his fingers over the pictures of him and Buffy.
Elizabeth fell asleep on the plane clutching the diamond heart that Spike had given her seven years ago, it hung on a different chain, and she didn't remember anything about it, but she was always comforted by just rubbing or holding it. At the same time, but in his lonely mansion on the beaches of Florida, Spike too had fallen asleep holding the flat orb that hung on a silver chain that Buffy had clasped around him seven years ago.
* * A FEW WEEKS LATER * *
Spike sat in the back room of his extremely large executive office flipping through this month's issue of 'Arts and Galleries' when he came to the picture that Aidan had painted. He had been chosen as the new rising artist, one to keep an eye out for, and his latest work had been published. His blue eyes widened in surprise as he peered closely at the face that had been painted. It was Buffy...he swore to God it was, there was no one else on the planet who could have the exact emerald eyes, silky hair, and petite face. He tossed the magazine onto his desk, and leaned back in his black leather chair. He picked up his phone, and called his secretary, "Tara? Yes, I'd like for you to contact a..." He glanced at the magazine, "a...Aidan Giles, and ask him if he'd like to do a mural..."
"Yes sir."
Spike sighed, and ran his fingers through his slicked bleach blonde hair, loosening a few strands a bit. It was time that he kept one of his promises to Buffy.
~ *~ * FLASHBACK *~ *~
Spike watched Buffy go around and around on the merry-go-round. She looked gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous on that white horse, and the lights shining on her hair and face. He had had the lights turned on, just for her. The merry-go-round stopped, and Spike ran to help her off. "M'lady," he said jokingly as he held a hand out to her.
Buffy giggled, and gave him her hand. Once she was off, Spike pointed to a wall across from them. It was just a plain wall; with two brick arches, but even behind the arches were 'wall'. "See that wall over there?" he asked her.
Buffy nodded, "Well someday, I'm going to have it painted...and it's going to be dedicated to you."
Buffy looked up at him, her big emerald eyes shining. Spike's blue ones smiled back. He stepped closer, and embraced her; she embraced him back, both never wanting to let go.
*~*~ END OF FLASHBACK *~*~
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Summary: ((Warning: Spuffiness!!! Everyone is human too...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, Audrina16, and Sweetbitter.))
((A/N: To all you spuffy fans out there, do not fear, it will be spuffy! Just bear with me a few chapters until some of the erm...twisties happen...hehe, and Bittersweet, sorry that it's moving so fast right now, I'm just trying to hurry to part where some 'things' happen...))
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* * A Year Later * *
Spike tapped his fingers on the steering wheel of his brand new silver Jaguar. He was contemplating really about nothing when his cell phone rang. He inserted the earpiece, and pressed on the small button on the side. "Hullo?"
"Hi William," came the voice.
Spike frowned slightly, "Oh hey there Glory."
Glory smiled from the other end, "Darla wants to know if you want to meet us at Medici Terrace for dinner. I told her that you wouldn't have time since you're a really busy person, and all, but you know..."
"You know, I'm on my way to the airport right now...how about tomorrow...on me?" he interrupted.
Glory pouted, "But Wiiiiiilliam...." she whined.
"I'm really sorry Glory, I have to go somewhere important."
"Oh really? Like where?"
"Bye Glory." Spike hung up, and turned his phone off. "To heaven..." he added in a whisper.
Spike looked out the window of his private jet, and sighed. It had been a year since Buffy died, and he still missed her like hell, and maybe it was just him, but he believed deep down inside his heart that she was still alive. He himself didn't see how that was possible, but life worked out funny sometimes.
He arrived at his beach-side mansion in his black Lexus SUV. He walked up the sandy wooden ramp up to the house, and was greeted with silence. He slowly walked up the stairs to the attic; he never let anyone else there...it was a place for him to go and escape kind of...and also a sort of shrine for Buffy. He walked by the shiny oak tables that held countless and numerous pictures of him and Buffy when they were kids. He paused at the one identical to the picture that Buffy had been carrying before she...she...died. He still had that one, and carried it around faithfully in his wallet.
He knelt down until he was eye to eye with that picture. "Buffy, I miss you so much," he began, "You have no bloody clue...it's like I'm filled with this...this empty hole of some sort," he paused, "I know I'm making no sense what-so-ever, but you understand me right? Buffy...luv, what am I going to do without you? Some days I think that I'm going to go insane from missing you so much...it's been a year, and I still love you..." His voice trailed off as he began to cry, shuddering violently from the tears.
((A/N: Buffy and Elizabeth are the same person, and Angel and Aidan are also the same person...do you recall the last chapter when Buffy awoke and remembered nothing? Well everything Angel/Aidan told her were lies, like her name, his name, and why she couldn't remember anything, and blah blah blah.))
Elizabeth and Aidan began to sing to the sappy pop songs on the radio as they drove down the road. Elizabeth laughed, "This is ssoo exciting," she squealed, "We're finally going to see the beaches of Florida!"
Aidan smiled at her, "Hey, don't get all excited, we have to go and leave all in the same day you know." he said, "But don't worry, when I become a famous painter, we'll own a house like that." He pointed to the mansion that Spike just happened to own. They had flown down to Florida purely on business; Aidan was doing a special piece of art in hopes of getting it published into the 'Arts and Galleries Magazine.'
Elizabeth smiled at him, and jokingly punched him, "Yeah, you better get rich quick."
They arrived at the beach, and Aidan parked their crappy rental car, a beat up 93' Honda Civic, on the sand, while Elizabeth ran around. Aidan grinned as he set up his easel, canvas, and got out his paints and brushes. But he didn't even get to paint one single stroke before Elizabeth leaped onto his back, and demanded a piggy-back ride.
Spike walked down the stairs to the large glass window of the living room. He looked outside, and watched as Elizabeth and Aidan pushed and shoved each other around on the sand. He smiled sadly as memories of him and Buffy and flashed through his mind. He shook his head, and turned away from the window.
Finally Aidan convinced Elizabeth to let him do some work. She reluctantly agreed, and sat next to the easel. "Are you sure that we've never been here before?" she asked, rather quietly as she looked around. The place seemed so familiar...like she'd been here many times before.
Aidan gave her a strange look, "Uh...no, this is our first time," he muttered as he began mixing several colors.
"How about just me? Do you think that I used to come here with my family?" she asked.
Aidan shook his head, "Nah, you guys never went anywhere."
Elizabeth nodded, and sighed. Just then she heard the most gorgeous music she had ever heard in her life wafting from the mansion in the distance. She tilted her head to the side, and listened. "Aidan...do you hear that?"
Aidan didn't reply on account of being too absorbed into his work. Elizabeth slowly stood up, and began to walk toward the mansion. She slowly walked up the wooden ramp that led to the mansion...the song nagging at her as she racked her brains for where she had heard this song before.
Spike sat inside the living room of his mansion, his back to the large glass windows that made up three sides of the room on his white Grand Piano. His fingers floated gracefully over the keys. He played this song with all his heart and soul, for this was 'their' song. He always hated playing the piano, but his mother always made him play it. Soon he had stopped taking lessons, but he always played this one song that he himself had composed when he was naught but 13...just for Buffy. He closed his eyes, and recalled how she would watch him in awe, mesmerized by the music. He would always play...just for her.
Elizabeth walked up to one of the large windows of the mansion and peered inside. She closed her eyes, and listened to the music. She walked past the windows one by one, listening to the music, and trying to get a better glimpse of Spike. She stopped when she was at the windows right of Spike.
Spike's head hung down as his hands danced on the white and black keys of his piano. Elizabeth smiled slightly at Spike, and walked away. Spike stopped playing. His head shot up just as Elizabeth walked away so all he saw was a few strands of her silky blonde hair. He stood up, and looked around. It didn't occur to him to run to the windows, and look outside, he just looked around, and seeing no one sat down the white piano bench, and began to talk again. "Am I not a funny person Buffy? I just thought I saw your hair...I'm so ridiculous sometimes...look at me...every time I see a girl with a head of silky and shiny blonde hair, I can't help but wonder if it's you...I know...it sounds incredibly stupid, but I can't help myself Buffy...I miss you that much..." Spike bit his lower lip to prevent himself from crying. Sighing he stood up, and opened the sliding glass door to the patio.
Elizabeth stood on her tip-toes to peer over Aidan's shoulders. "Ooooh! It's sssoo good Aidan!" she squealed.
Aidan smiled, "Yup, and I'm almost done..." he added the finishing touches to the painting, which was of the mansion in the distance, the beach, and Elizabeth's face.
Spike looked over to the two figures in the distance, and then looked away. Just then Elizabeth peeked out from the side of the canvas, and stole a glance at Spike, and when she pulled her head back to behind the canvas, Spike glanced over at them again. He then turned around and went inside to be left alone with his memories.
Aidan dragged Elizabeth away, "Come on Liz, let's go!" he urged. Elizabeth sighed, nodded. She looked longingly at the mansion, half in wishful thinking, and half in curiosity...she swore she had seen the same mansion before, but if Aidan said she hadn't, then she probably hadn't. They drove to the airport singing along with the pop tunes again, and laughter...while Spike traced his fingers over the pictures of him and Buffy.
Elizabeth fell asleep on the plane clutching the diamond heart that Spike had given her seven years ago, it hung on a different chain, and she didn't remember anything about it, but she was always comforted by just rubbing or holding it. At the same time, but in his lonely mansion on the beaches of Florida, Spike too had fallen asleep holding the flat orb that hung on a silver chain that Buffy had clasped around him seven years ago.
* * A FEW WEEKS LATER * *
Spike sat in the back room of his extremely large executive office flipping through this month's issue of 'Arts and Galleries' when he came to the picture that Aidan had painted. He had been chosen as the new rising artist, one to keep an eye out for, and his latest work had been published. His blue eyes widened in surprise as he peered closely at the face that had been painted. It was Buffy...he swore to God it was, there was no one else on the planet who could have the exact emerald eyes, silky hair, and petite face. He tossed the magazine onto his desk, and leaned back in his black leather chair. He picked up his phone, and called his secretary, "Tara? Yes, I'd like for you to contact a..." He glanced at the magazine, "a...Aidan Giles, and ask him if he'd like to do a mural..."
"Yes sir."
Spike sighed, and ran his fingers through his slicked bleach blonde hair, loosening a few strands a bit. It was time that he kept one of his promises to Buffy.
~ *~ * FLASHBACK *~ *~
Spike watched Buffy go around and around on the merry-go-round. She looked gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous on that white horse, and the lights shining on her hair and face. He had had the lights turned on, just for her. The merry-go-round stopped, and Spike ran to help her off. "M'lady," he said jokingly as he held a hand out to her.
Buffy giggled, and gave him her hand. Once she was off, Spike pointed to a wall across from them. It was just a plain wall; with two brick arches, but even behind the arches were 'wall'. "See that wall over there?" he asked her.
Buffy nodded, "Well someday, I'm going to have it painted...and it's going to be dedicated to you."
Buffy looked up at him, her big emerald eyes shining. Spike's blue ones smiled back. He stepped closer, and embraced her; she embraced him back, both never wanting to let go.
*~*~ END OF FLASHBACK *~*~
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories