The Light Of Life
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult +
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12
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
3,324
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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I own nothing.
Well except for the thought process.
So credit me there.
Pairings currently: B/S flirty
Current rating: F for flashback
Her back was pressed up against the wall and her hands were fumbling against it, looking for something, anything to protect herself with. Leering he twirled the knife he was holding and took another step closer. Behind him she could see the shadow of her mother enter the room, followed by the body.
“Buffy!” She screamed seeing her daughter pressed up to the wall in terror. “Oh my god, Hank! What are you doing?”
In horror Buffy watched as her father turn and flung the dagger across the room and into Joyce’s stomach.
“Mommy…” She whispered.
“Buffy? Buffy!” Spike said tapping lightly on her cheek. “Buffy dear, wake up.”
“Mommy?” Buffy said opening her eyes slowly, but at the sight of his brilliant blue eyes, they slowly filled with tears.
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“What happened?” Said Giles looking down at Faith and Spike who were playing string games outside of Buffy’s door.
“Don’t know.” Faith said looking up as Spike pulled his hand out of the knot and stood up. “She got a call on Spike’s cell and took it out into the hall, then next thing we know we hear the phone hit the ground as well as her. She wakes up asking for her mom, and then runs in there crying. She did that for about 15 more minutes, then got out of bed and picked something up, that’s the last we’ve heard.”
Nodding Giles reached for the doorknob.
“Don’t bother,” Smirked Spike who was leaning against the doorframe. “We’ve tried. Quite vigorously might I add.”
Faith grinned as Giles pulled out a set of keys. “It would have just plain been hard, but we all know how Spike loves to do things vigorously.”
After administering his token worried parental look, Rupert opened the door and walked in and looked about. Not seeing Buffy he turned around to face the door, and was greeted with the amusing sight of two eager faces peering comically around the doorframe. Giles turned back around and took of his glasses to polish them, as he slowly looked over the now blurry room in thought he caught something out of the corner of his eye. Shoving the glasses back onto his face he visually traced the eggshell white cord from the phone jack, over the nightstand, across the floor and into the walk-in closet. Walking briskly towards it, Giles threw the door open.
Buffy’s hand hovered above the cradled phone as if just hanging up. Her wide eyes met Rupert’s and her chin began to shake. “Agent Finn will be here in an hour.”
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Buffy stared down at the light brown liquid that was swirling in front of her. Looking up she was met with three very concerned looking faces.
“Hmm?” She asked, a look of confusion on her face.
Riley sighed and pressed the rewind button on the tape recorder. “Now Buffy, I know this is hard for you but please try to focus. Ready?” He said pressing stop then the record button. “Okay what was the last thing you remember hearing on the phone?” He asked leaning forward hopefully.
But Buffy just stared at the recorder. Just as Riley was about to give up she spoke. “Could you do that again?” She asked in an active voice.
“What?” He asked confused.
“Press stop.” She said in a hurried voice. “Just do it trust me.”
Slowly Riley’s hand crept forward towards the button. Pressing it, a click resounded throughout the room. Buffy’s forehead creased.
“Play back to me the question.”
After a pause the sound of Riley’s voice, lightly mingled with static, filled her senses. As a look of shock and recognition filled the blondes features, Riley quickly fast forwarded to where they left off.
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“He had it on a tape recorder.” The shocked voice filled the conference room. “He had recorded every second of it. That son of a bitch!!” The voice broke into sobs. American and British agents alike all shifted uncomfortably in their chairs as Agent Finn reached forward clicked the stop button on the cassette player.
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“Apricot, blueberry, camomile, cinnamon, passion fruit, tangerine, earl gray, English breakfast, Irish breakfast, golden monkey, golden needle… God… haven’t these people heard of coffee?” Buffy sighed shutting the cabinet door. “Maybe their punishing me for my fore-fathers dumping all that tea into that one water-place.” Bending over she carried her quest for the caffeinated beverage into the refrigerator. Humming she started to dance while rifling through the bottom drawers.
“Wow. I never knew our kitchen came with such a great view.” Spike laughed walking in from the garage.
“Eep!” Buffy yelped bumping her head on the top of the fridge. “Spike!!” She yelled standing up and rubbing her head. “That really hurt.” She glared across the room, slamming the refrigerator door shut.
“Well that’s what ya get for snooping around the kitchen at 2 in the morning.” Spike laughed tossing his leather duster on the table. “Whatcha lookin’ for anyways?”
“Coffee, soda, caffeine of any sort.” She said, looking defeated. “But I’ve been looking for almost 20 minutes now, and haven’t found a thing.”
“Yeah dad’s not ‘zactly one for American addictions.” Spike smirked at her. “Common I have some coke up in my room.”
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“So have you heard back from Captain Cardboard yet?” Spike said popping open a soda, and tossing another one to Buffy.
“Captain Cardboard?” She asked sitting down on the edge of his bed.
“Yeah, y’know, Mr. All America. Quarterback. Dudley Do Right?” Spike asked moving towards the bed. “Agent Finn.”
“Oh… yeah he called around 10.” Buffy said as he sat down beside her.
“Watcher must’ove had a fit.” He said with a grin.
“Yeah,” She chucked staring at the soda can, suddenly she looked up in confusion “Why do you call him that?”
“Well it’s a long story really. He used to work for the school board. He reviewed teachers, basically he visited their class rooms and took notes. He watched. And now that I think about it, that story isn’t as long as I thought it would be.” Spike laughed.
“Hmm.” Buffy sighed still staring at the soda pop. Scooting closer Spike pushed his knee into hers.
“Alright, what’s the what then?” He asked leaning forward to look up at her face.
“Huh?” Buffy asked, snapping out of her far away thoughts. At the sight of his blue eyes on her Buffy folded. Leaning forward she gave him a soft kiss. When he didn’t react Buffy started to lean back, but before she could get even an inch away Spike was pulling her back in. His hands flew up to her face as he ravaged her mouth. This time when she pulled back it was only to breathe.
Review-me-berry-blast….
[A/N: It may take a while for the next chapter on all of my stories. Sorry. I’m super duper busy though kids!]
I own nothing.
Well except for the thought process.
So credit me there.
Pairings currently: B/S flirty
Current rating: F for flashback
Her back was pressed up against the wall and her hands were fumbling against it, looking for something, anything to protect herself with. Leering he twirled the knife he was holding and took another step closer. Behind him she could see the shadow of her mother enter the room, followed by the body.
“Buffy!” She screamed seeing her daughter pressed up to the wall in terror. “Oh my god, Hank! What are you doing?”
In horror Buffy watched as her father turn and flung the dagger across the room and into Joyce’s stomach.
“Mommy…” She whispered.
“Buffy? Buffy!” Spike said tapping lightly on her cheek. “Buffy dear, wake up.”
“Mommy?” Buffy said opening her eyes slowly, but at the sight of his brilliant blue eyes, they slowly filled with tears.
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“What happened?” Said Giles looking down at Faith and Spike who were playing string games outside of Buffy’s door.
“Don’t know.” Faith said looking up as Spike pulled his hand out of the knot and stood up. “She got a call on Spike’s cell and took it out into the hall, then next thing we know we hear the phone hit the ground as well as her. She wakes up asking for her mom, and then runs in there crying. She did that for about 15 more minutes, then got out of bed and picked something up, that’s the last we’ve heard.”
Nodding Giles reached for the doorknob.
“Don’t bother,” Smirked Spike who was leaning against the doorframe. “We’ve tried. Quite vigorously might I add.”
Faith grinned as Giles pulled out a set of keys. “It would have just plain been hard, but we all know how Spike loves to do things vigorously.”
After administering his token worried parental look, Rupert opened the door and walked in and looked about. Not seeing Buffy he turned around to face the door, and was greeted with the amusing sight of two eager faces peering comically around the doorframe. Giles turned back around and took of his glasses to polish them, as he slowly looked over the now blurry room in thought he caught something out of the corner of his eye. Shoving the glasses back onto his face he visually traced the eggshell white cord from the phone jack, over the nightstand, across the floor and into the walk-in closet. Walking briskly towards it, Giles threw the door open.
Buffy’s hand hovered above the cradled phone as if just hanging up. Her wide eyes met Rupert’s and her chin began to shake. “Agent Finn will be here in an hour.”
******************************
Buffy stared down at the light brown liquid that was swirling in front of her. Looking up she was met with three very concerned looking faces.
“Hmm?” She asked, a look of confusion on her face.
Riley sighed and pressed the rewind button on the tape recorder. “Now Buffy, I know this is hard for you but please try to focus. Ready?” He said pressing stop then the record button. “Okay what was the last thing you remember hearing on the phone?” He asked leaning forward hopefully.
But Buffy just stared at the recorder. Just as Riley was about to give up she spoke. “Could you do that again?” She asked in an active voice.
“What?” He asked confused.
“Press stop.” She said in a hurried voice. “Just do it trust me.”
Slowly Riley’s hand crept forward towards the button. Pressing it, a click resounded throughout the room. Buffy’s forehead creased.
“Play back to me the question.”
After a pause the sound of Riley’s voice, lightly mingled with static, filled her senses. As a look of shock and recognition filled the blondes features, Riley quickly fast forwarded to where they left off.
******************************
“He had it on a tape recorder.” The shocked voice filled the conference room. “He had recorded every second of it. That son of a bitch!!” The voice broke into sobs. American and British agents alike all shifted uncomfortably in their chairs as Agent Finn reached forward clicked the stop button on the cassette player.
******************************
“Apricot, blueberry, camomile, cinnamon, passion fruit, tangerine, earl gray, English breakfast, Irish breakfast, golden monkey, golden needle… God… haven’t these people heard of coffee?” Buffy sighed shutting the cabinet door. “Maybe their punishing me for my fore-fathers dumping all that tea into that one water-place.” Bending over she carried her quest for the caffeinated beverage into the refrigerator. Humming she started to dance while rifling through the bottom drawers.
“Wow. I never knew our kitchen came with such a great view.” Spike laughed walking in from the garage.
“Eep!” Buffy yelped bumping her head on the top of the fridge. “Spike!!” She yelled standing up and rubbing her head. “That really hurt.” She glared across the room, slamming the refrigerator door shut.
“Well that’s what ya get for snooping around the kitchen at 2 in the morning.” Spike laughed tossing his leather duster on the table. “Whatcha lookin’ for anyways?”
“Coffee, soda, caffeine of any sort.” She said, looking defeated. “But I’ve been looking for almost 20 minutes now, and haven’t found a thing.”
“Yeah dad’s not ‘zactly one for American addictions.” Spike smirked at her. “Common I have some coke up in my room.”
******************************
“So have you heard back from Captain Cardboard yet?” Spike said popping open a soda, and tossing another one to Buffy.
“Captain Cardboard?” She asked sitting down on the edge of his bed.
“Yeah, y’know, Mr. All America. Quarterback. Dudley Do Right?” Spike asked moving towards the bed. “Agent Finn.”
“Oh… yeah he called around 10.” Buffy said as he sat down beside her.
“Watcher must’ove had a fit.” He said with a grin.
“Yeah,” She chucked staring at the soda can, suddenly she looked up in confusion “Why do you call him that?”
“Well it’s a long story really. He used to work for the school board. He reviewed teachers, basically he visited their class rooms and took notes. He watched. And now that I think about it, that story isn’t as long as I thought it would be.” Spike laughed.
“Hmm.” Buffy sighed still staring at the soda pop. Scooting closer Spike pushed his knee into hers.
“Alright, what’s the what then?” He asked leaning forward to look up at her face.
“Huh?” Buffy asked, snapping out of her far away thoughts. At the sight of his blue eyes on her Buffy folded. Leaning forward she gave him a soft kiss. When he didn’t react Buffy started to lean back, but before she could get even an inch away Spike was pulling her back in. His hands flew up to her face as he ravaged her mouth. This time when she pulled back it was only to breathe.
Review-me-berry-blast….
[A/N: It may take a while for the next chapter on all of my stories. Sorry. I’m super duper busy though kids!]