Title: Demons from the past
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer:Not smart enough, or enough money so it ain't mine. DAMN YOU WHEDON!
Summary: My first real sequel, all others have been fakes, kind of an AU of S7 so a bit more original than most.
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///She could feel his body against hers.
He was inside her, on top of her, all around her, his arms tight bands while fingers gently caress her skin.
They move together, writhing.
Light moving through the blinds shedding light on them, but never revealing his face.
All she could see was his pale blue eyes, being revealed then shadowed only to be revealed again. She just stared at them as those blue eyes were masked by the shadows to be reveal again.
Only this time they were not blue...
they were pitch black. ///
Buffy woke up with a start.
Breathing hard she looked around the room as if to find the cause of the dream. Finding none she flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
It had been the same dream for three days. Each time she went to sleep she dreamt of blue eyes turning black and each time she startled awake breathing deeply and slightly aroused, unable to sleep for the rest of the night. They didn't feel like one of her slayer dreams, but she couldn't know.
Laying there staring at the ceiling her mind began to wander, listing through the changes in her life recently. Things had certainly changed. It seemed the marble she cherished and loathed at the same time set things off.
After Willow left Xander became isolated. Buffy at the time wasn't exactly the most stable person around, Dawn was taking care of her and Anya wasn't speaking with him.
It had taken a month for her to think of the vampire and not cry. The month of tears her sister referred to it as. Because of her fragile state, anything Xander said that had to do with Spike or even mentioned his name caused her to well up with fresh tears, because of that everyone had been banned from mentioning Spike until Buffy could handle it.
Dawn had protected her sister fiercely from anyone who might destroy the progress her sister had made.
Buffy smiled while she remembered how the younger of the summers women took care of the slayer. After a huge scolding by Dawn everyone refrained from saying his name or mentioning him.
Course it was Dawn who slipped up first.
They had been laughing in the kitchen one night, something about soap operas and Dawn started to say his name but she abruptly stopped and so did any noise in the room. Buffy just quietly whispered that Spike did love soap operas.
No tears came, just a mix of sadness, fondness and a bit of humor.
Things seemed to brighten after that. Her friends weren't walking on the eggshells around the vamp issue. They talked freely about what happened. She even got into a fight with Xander over him. They of course made up after that saying they were sorry for the things they said.
She still cries sometimes in the night, when no one is awake. Cries for what she lost, what she could have had, and what she missed.
Surprisingly, Anya had been the one she could really talk about Spike with. She had an amazing knowledge of vampires, demons, and relationships. She misses Willow though, the girl talks they had together, course she had been missing the talks long before the witch left.
The vengeance demon and the carpenter were on civil terms again. They both loved each other, but the hurt was a big obstacle that they both had to cross. But they were well on their way to reconciliation. All of them were even comfortable enough to have their Scooby meetings at the bustling Magic box.
Anya had been gracious enough to hire Buffy on as a second hand. Though she threatened to quite at any sign of a mummy hand, or repeating hours. Buffy also got a job at the new high school as a counselor. Which to her was weird since she absolutely no experience, but the new principle, who happened to be a major hottie, thought she had potential, and she wasn't about to turn down more money.
Dawn had freaked out about it at first, but soon warmed up to the idea.
Things were looking up, She was getting money in to the point they weren't destitute and the social workers weren't breathing down her neck. Both sisters were patrolling and training regularly, though Buffy had a specific rule "the grades drop so does the stake", but so far no problems.
Willow called once a week, sometimes Buffy, sometimes Xander, but from what both of them could tell was that she was feeling better and was happy. Which was all they could ask for, no matter how much Xander grumbled about how her friends would be better able to help her.
She didn't get as many calls as she liked from Giles, but from what she could tell he was preoccupied with the council, apparently arguing with those "pillocks". Buffy smiled and turned into her pillow, her heart had calmed down and it seemed she might actually get some sleep.
Closing her eyes she relaxed and started to drift.
But slowly something welled up in her, like knot in her insides, and for some reason he eyes decided to look at her digital clock, it read exactly 1:48, it struck a cord with her, she remembered it from somewhere. One forty-eight, that meant something, she wondered if the day had anything to do with it. Suddenly the knot tightened and she realized,
a hundred and forty-eight days,
that's how long he had been gone, except this time today would count. The knot that had formed in her insides released as she fell asleep with a single tear sliding down her cheek.
Little did she know that today wouldn't count.
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A/N: I know that this chapter is a little shorter than what I usually dish out, but the next one will be longer than usual so it evens out.
I'm hoping none of the people bored enough to read my stuff have hurt themselves from falling asleep on their keyboards.
I also hope that each one of you who read my stories review them telling me what you liked and disliked.
I definitely did not have enough coffee today.
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer:Not smart enough, or enough money so it ain't mine. DAMN YOU WHEDON!
Summary: My first real sequel, all others have been fakes, kind of an AU of S7 so a bit more original than most.
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///She could feel his body against hers.
He was inside her, on top of her, all around her, his arms tight bands while fingers gently caress her skin.
They move together, writhing.
Light moving through the blinds shedding light on them, but never revealing his face.
All she could see was his pale blue eyes, being revealed then shadowed only to be revealed again. She just stared at them as those blue eyes were masked by the shadows to be reveal again.
Only this time they were not blue...
they were pitch black. ///
Buffy woke up with a start.
Breathing hard she looked around the room as if to find the cause of the dream. Finding none she flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
It had been the same dream for three days. Each time she went to sleep she dreamt of blue eyes turning black and each time she startled awake breathing deeply and slightly aroused, unable to sleep for the rest of the night. They didn't feel like one of her slayer dreams, but she couldn't know.
Laying there staring at the ceiling her mind began to wander, listing through the changes in her life recently. Things had certainly changed. It seemed the marble she cherished and loathed at the same time set things off.
After Willow left Xander became isolated. Buffy at the time wasn't exactly the most stable person around, Dawn was taking care of her and Anya wasn't speaking with him.
It had taken a month for her to think of the vampire and not cry. The month of tears her sister referred to it as. Because of her fragile state, anything Xander said that had to do with Spike or even mentioned his name caused her to well up with fresh tears, because of that everyone had been banned from mentioning Spike until Buffy could handle it.
Dawn had protected her sister fiercely from anyone who might destroy the progress her sister had made.
Buffy smiled while she remembered how the younger of the summers women took care of the slayer. After a huge scolding by Dawn everyone refrained from saying his name or mentioning him.
Course it was Dawn who slipped up first.
They had been laughing in the kitchen one night, something about soap operas and Dawn started to say his name but she abruptly stopped and so did any noise in the room. Buffy just quietly whispered that Spike did love soap operas.
No tears came, just a mix of sadness, fondness and a bit of humor.
Things seemed to brighten after that. Her friends weren't walking on the eggshells around the vamp issue. They talked freely about what happened. She even got into a fight with Xander over him. They of course made up after that saying they were sorry for the things they said.
She still cries sometimes in the night, when no one is awake. Cries for what she lost, what she could have had, and what she missed.
Surprisingly, Anya had been the one she could really talk about Spike with. She had an amazing knowledge of vampires, demons, and relationships. She misses Willow though, the girl talks they had together, course she had been missing the talks long before the witch left.
The vengeance demon and the carpenter were on civil terms again. They both loved each other, but the hurt was a big obstacle that they both had to cross. But they were well on their way to reconciliation. All of them were even comfortable enough to have their Scooby meetings at the bustling Magic box.
Anya had been gracious enough to hire Buffy on as a second hand. Though she threatened to quite at any sign of a mummy hand, or repeating hours. Buffy also got a job at the new high school as a counselor. Which to her was weird since she absolutely no experience, but the new principle, who happened to be a major hottie, thought she had potential, and she wasn't about to turn down more money.
Dawn had freaked out about it at first, but soon warmed up to the idea.
Things were looking up, She was getting money in to the point they weren't destitute and the social workers weren't breathing down her neck. Both sisters were patrolling and training regularly, though Buffy had a specific rule "the grades drop so does the stake", but so far no problems.
Willow called once a week, sometimes Buffy, sometimes Xander, but from what both of them could tell was that she was feeling better and was happy. Which was all they could ask for, no matter how much Xander grumbled about how her friends would be better able to help her.
She didn't get as many calls as she liked from Giles, but from what she could tell he was preoccupied with the council, apparently arguing with those "pillocks". Buffy smiled and turned into her pillow, her heart had calmed down and it seemed she might actually get some sleep.
Closing her eyes she relaxed and started to drift.
But slowly something welled up in her, like knot in her insides, and for some reason he eyes decided to look at her digital clock, it read exactly 1:48, it struck a cord with her, she remembered it from somewhere. One forty-eight, that meant something, she wondered if the day had anything to do with it. Suddenly the knot tightened and she realized,
a hundred and forty-eight days,
that's how long he had been gone, except this time today would count. The knot that had formed in her insides released as she fell asleep with a single tear sliding down her cheek.
Little did she know that today wouldn't count.
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A/N: I know that this chapter is a little shorter than what I usually dish out, but the next one will be longer than usual so it evens out.
I'm hoping none of the people bored enough to read my stuff have hurt themselves from falling asleep on their keyboards.
I also hope that each one of you who read my stories review them telling me what you liked and disliked.
I definitely did not have enough coffee today.
