Thanks to those who reviewed. zanthinegirl, spikes-slayer29590, and PPMKatie. I hope you like where this is going…you know…once I figure out…where it's going.
Not Dead, Still Standing
Chapter Six- The Scythe
Buffy's mind was racing as her and Spike walked down
the long, curvy, path; hands still connected. What if it's
there? Does that mean Spike saw the future? What if he did? Do I
really love him? And if it is going to happen, why did he see it? Can
I stop some of these things from happening? Xander's eye? Anya?
And…Spike. I can't knowingly let him die. But then this could all
be some joke played by The First, or just a dream. And even if it is,
I still don't know how I feel about Spike, and…
Buffy's
thoughts were pulled to reality as she heard Spike's voice.
"Buffy? Pet?"
Her eyes snapped to look at him. They had
stopped walking, and he was starring at her very close. "Yeah?"
"You okay?"
She looked nervous for a second. "I'm fine."
"Then would you mind laying off the pressure?"
"The
press-oh!" She looked at their connected hands. She was squeezing
his hand so tight her knuckles were white, and his hand was turning
an unattractive shade of blue. "Sorry!" She said releasing his
hand like it was on fire. (A/n: haha...hand on fire...get it?)
Spike sighed, taking a chance. He grabbed her hand back, settling it
into his own. Buffy only looked at him strangle for a moment before
they continued walking.
"So, what were you thinking
about?"
Buffy looked him in the eyes, then turning her head,
deciding that wasn't the best thing to do. She hated herself for
being able to get so lost in his eyes, and she hated herself for
hating herself. What was so wrong about getting lost into the blue
orbs that had always shown her exactly what the vampire was feeling?
"I was thinking about what it means if the scythe is here, and what
it means if it's not."
"And what's the conclusion?"
"Huh?" She looked up at him.
"What's it mean?" He
raised an eyebrow at her. For a reason beyond his knowledge, Buffy
blushed, and turned her head away.
"So far? I'm not sure."
The Slayer sighed, "It could…"
"Buffy!" Spike let go of
her hand and ran across the room, to a gigantic rock. And in that
rock, stuck out the Scythe.
Buffy's eyes got big as she walked
over to him. "T-that's it?" She had been expecting something a
little less…powerful. This thing defiantly gave off a vibe, and one
she liked.
"This…is it." He smiled. "So come on, go get
it."
"Get it?" Buffy was still slightly dazed, although she
seemed to be all the time, since Spike told her about his 'dream'.
"Yeah." He looked at her, 'duh' clearly written all
over his face.
"Right." Buffy shook her head. "King Author
bit." She walked up to the stone, put her hand on the Scythe's
handle, and pulled. The weapon easily came out. The petite blonde,
walked over to her bleached-blonde ex. "This kind of makes things
more confusing, doesn't it?"
Spike nodded, "That is does."
He tried to keep an even tone, although he was thrilled to see the
Scythe. Now he really did have something to hold on to.
A/N: Well? What do you think? I hope you liked it! And yes, I know, that the room were the Scythe was wasn't that big or that far down, but their little walk stalled them, so they could talk. ;-) Please Review!
