I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Joss, and thusly I am
not making any money off of writing this. Because I suck and am not lucky
or gifted enough to work with these great creations.
This is season 3, after Lover's Walk (basically), couples basically what they were at the time of the episode, but there is no Faith. If there is suppose to be faith around this time in the season, just pretend she flew away to be with the butterflies. Enjoy.
R&R
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Her head hurt. She awoke with a moan in a small space that she didn't recognise, the air dank and mouldy. She shifted in the cramped space, something felt wrong, but she couldn't tell what, not in the dark. Feeling around, hands groping at the shimmering white of the material that surrounded her, glowing in the now recognizable dark, realization hit, her groping turning frantic. "Oh God, oh god, oh god... I'm in a coffin, they buried me alive."
She tried to think back as she tore away at the lining recalling the last thing that happened to her. As she punched through the wooden barrier of the casket, ignoring the pain in her then bleeding fist, the scent of blood, almost rotten, making her stomach turn, it came back to her, faded memories that seemed too long ago to be remembered.
There was a fight with Oz, watching him leave, and then there was a hand, grabbing her throat, a voice too low to remember, and then nothing. It took the second stab at the packed in soil above the broken hole for it to fall in around her, making her realize for the first time, what she was wearing. Her mother, well it must have been her mother, no one else would have had the lack of fashion sense, something Cordy must have commented on, she was sure, to put her in a white granny shirt with built in tie and a knee length grey skirt that seemed to be made of... tweed?
'Oh, God, I'm a mini Giles,' she thought as she fought her way through the earth to the surface. She never would have guessed it would have been that hard, or that she would feel up to fighting so hard for her life. She had to give Vampires more credit. 'Vampires? I hope they don't find me, I don't suppose I taste that good...' she broke off when a thought occurred to her. Stopping in her struggles, a hole to the night sky shining through, she reached to her neck, pleased to find that it lacked any holes. 'Thank god,' she almost sighed, digging a little more, hating the feel of the dirt under her nails and swallowing the pain of the soil mixing within her bleeding fists, 'I would hate to have thought Buffy would be waiting for me. But... if there are no bites, then why am I still alive?'
She inhaled deeply as she pulled herself out of the grave to her waist, the night holding a slight breeze. She took a moment to settle herself when a strong hand gripped the back of her shirt, pulling her the rest of the way free of the shallow grave. "'ello Pet, feeling better?"
She spun around, "Spike," she growled, what should have been fear turning to spite then anger, and what she first thought as odd within her, roared as she attacked him.
He laughed as he easily flipped her, smiling as, with her pinned under him, amazed at the spirit that he knew was in her, he ran his finger over her forehead. "Like the new look Luv, it says beautiful but deadly." His smile grew as he took her hand in his, avoiding her right, seeing the blood on the skin torn knuckles, recalling long ago when it looked like his, and ran her own fingers over her forehead, watching with interest as her eyes, an amber hue filled with innocent danger, widened at the feel of the ridges, smooth and deep, natural although strange to her touch.
She gasped as she, with quivering movements, touched her teeth, almost screaming in shock and fear at the feel of the fangs where her canines once were. Her eyes met his, swallowing hard, not knowing who else to look at, her world, flipped suddenly on end. "What have you done?"
~*~TBC~*~
Tell me what you think... am I evil or what?
This is season 3, after Lover's Walk (basically), couples basically what they were at the time of the episode, but there is no Faith. If there is suppose to be faith around this time in the season, just pretend she flew away to be with the butterflies. Enjoy.
R&R
~*~*~*~
Her head hurt. She awoke with a moan in a small space that she didn't recognise, the air dank and mouldy. She shifted in the cramped space, something felt wrong, but she couldn't tell what, not in the dark. Feeling around, hands groping at the shimmering white of the material that surrounded her, glowing in the now recognizable dark, realization hit, her groping turning frantic. "Oh God, oh god, oh god... I'm in a coffin, they buried me alive."
She tried to think back as she tore away at the lining recalling the last thing that happened to her. As she punched through the wooden barrier of the casket, ignoring the pain in her then bleeding fist, the scent of blood, almost rotten, making her stomach turn, it came back to her, faded memories that seemed too long ago to be remembered.
There was a fight with Oz, watching him leave, and then there was a hand, grabbing her throat, a voice too low to remember, and then nothing. It took the second stab at the packed in soil above the broken hole for it to fall in around her, making her realize for the first time, what she was wearing. Her mother, well it must have been her mother, no one else would have had the lack of fashion sense, something Cordy must have commented on, she was sure, to put her in a white granny shirt with built in tie and a knee length grey skirt that seemed to be made of... tweed?
'Oh, God, I'm a mini Giles,' she thought as she fought her way through the earth to the surface. She never would have guessed it would have been that hard, or that she would feel up to fighting so hard for her life. She had to give Vampires more credit. 'Vampires? I hope they don't find me, I don't suppose I taste that good...' she broke off when a thought occurred to her. Stopping in her struggles, a hole to the night sky shining through, she reached to her neck, pleased to find that it lacked any holes. 'Thank god,' she almost sighed, digging a little more, hating the feel of the dirt under her nails and swallowing the pain of the soil mixing within her bleeding fists, 'I would hate to have thought Buffy would be waiting for me. But... if there are no bites, then why am I still alive?'
She inhaled deeply as she pulled herself out of the grave to her waist, the night holding a slight breeze. She took a moment to settle herself when a strong hand gripped the back of her shirt, pulling her the rest of the way free of the shallow grave. "'ello Pet, feeling better?"
She spun around, "Spike," she growled, what should have been fear turning to spite then anger, and what she first thought as odd within her, roared as she attacked him.
He laughed as he easily flipped her, smiling as, with her pinned under him, amazed at the spirit that he knew was in her, he ran his finger over her forehead. "Like the new look Luv, it says beautiful but deadly." His smile grew as he took her hand in his, avoiding her right, seeing the blood on the skin torn knuckles, recalling long ago when it looked like his, and ran her own fingers over her forehead, watching with interest as her eyes, an amber hue filled with innocent danger, widened at the feel of the ridges, smooth and deep, natural although strange to her touch.
She gasped as she, with quivering movements, touched her teeth, almost screaming in shock and fear at the feel of the fangs where her canines once were. Her eyes met his, swallowing hard, not knowing who else to look at, her world, flipped suddenly on end. "What have you done?"
~*~TBC~*~
Tell me what you think... am I evil or what?