Becoming Me
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult +
Chapters:
26
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Category:
BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
7,419
Reviews:
62
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.
Interlude
17:INTERLUDE
”Faith. What’s up?”
“Nothin’.” Cars splashed through the puddles, their headlights illuminating the curves of her body and the curls of her hair, but casting her face in shadow.
P examined her hands. “Watcher around? I had a question for her.”
Faith was silent for several seconds. When she spoke, the sound was almost lost to the patter of the rain. “Nah. She went to this conference thing in merry old England.”
The Slayer shrugged. “Whatever. I should be gettin’ home...”
“Faith?” Red hair was plastered to her freckly, pale skin. P gently ran her fingers through Faith’s think dark hair. “You can crash at my place, if you want. I know how you – ”
“Nah. It’s fine.”
P stood and watched the dark Slayer blend in with the night. Every headlight whizzed past, leaving P walking in a darker, smaller, and completely different neighborhood.
The street was silent and empty. The only thing P heard was the sound of her Doc Martens squeaking on the wet asphalt. She wiped the rain off her face and squinted into the darkness. “Fuck. Where’s a Slayer when you need one?”
Gentle fingers danced over the skin of P's neck. “The pretty little girl wants a Slayer?" The woman hummed a tune with which P was not familiar. "...Mummy can help you find her, now can't I?” P turned around and saw the most beautiful woman she had ever met, with dark eyes and pale skin and long, dark brown locks of hair.
P's breath hitched as the vamp stroked the side of her neck.
“Mummy and the little baby doll can make the girl a lovely present...Oh, and there'll be laughing...and crying..."
A car whipped by, and in the flash P saw the vampire’s wrinkly forehead. As the fangs pieced her skin, she screamed.
With a jolt, Buffy realized she was staring at the ceiling of the motel, which was a sorry excuse for white. Dark splotches marred its cream-colored plaster, and Buffy couldn't help thinking they were dried blood, splattered into every corner of the room when some prostitute had been murdered.
"Pet?" asked a male voice, a British male voice, with a skillfully-disguised but still somewhat shaky voice. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah...I had a...dream, about..."
"P?"
"Oh my god, you had it too?"
There was a silence.
"Don't be daft! Big bad, have nighmares? You're off your soddin' rocker, is what you are, Slayer."
"Oh please! Big bad? More like "Big Pain in the Ass."
"Belt up, Slayer."
The room returned to silence. Buffy closed her eyes to block out the splotchy ceiling, but behind her eyelids a powerful vampire sank his teeth into a terrified teenager's neck.
”Faith. What’s up?”
“Nothin’.” Cars splashed through the puddles, their headlights illuminating the curves of her body and the curls of her hair, but casting her face in shadow.
P examined her hands. “Watcher around? I had a question for her.”
Faith was silent for several seconds. When she spoke, the sound was almost lost to the patter of the rain. “Nah. She went to this conference thing in merry old England.”
The Slayer shrugged. “Whatever. I should be gettin’ home...”
“Faith?” Red hair was plastered to her freckly, pale skin. P gently ran her fingers through Faith’s think dark hair. “You can crash at my place, if you want. I know how you – ”
“Nah. It’s fine.”
P stood and watched the dark Slayer blend in with the night. Every headlight whizzed past, leaving P walking in a darker, smaller, and completely different neighborhood.
The street was silent and empty. The only thing P heard was the sound of her Doc Martens squeaking on the wet asphalt. She wiped the rain off her face and squinted into the darkness. “Fuck. Where’s a Slayer when you need one?”
Gentle fingers danced over the skin of P's neck. “The pretty little girl wants a Slayer?" The woman hummed a tune with which P was not familiar. "...Mummy can help you find her, now can't I?” P turned around and saw the most beautiful woman she had ever met, with dark eyes and pale skin and long, dark brown locks of hair.
P's breath hitched as the vamp stroked the side of her neck.
“Mummy and the little baby doll can make the girl a lovely present...Oh, and there'll be laughing...and crying..."
A car whipped by, and in the flash P saw the vampire’s wrinkly forehead. As the fangs pieced her skin, she screamed.
With a jolt, Buffy realized she was staring at the ceiling of the motel, which was a sorry excuse for white. Dark splotches marred its cream-colored plaster, and Buffy couldn't help thinking they were dried blood, splattered into every corner of the room when some prostitute had been murdered.
"Pet?" asked a male voice, a British male voice, with a skillfully-disguised but still somewhat shaky voice. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah...I had a...dream, about..."
"P?"
"Oh my god, you had it too?"
There was a silence.
"Don't be daft! Big bad, have nighmares? You're off your soddin' rocker, is what you are, Slayer."
"Oh please! Big bad? More like "Big Pain in the Ass."
"Belt up, Slayer."
The room returned to silence. Buffy closed her eyes to block out the splotchy ceiling, but behind her eyelids a powerful vampire sank his teeth into a terrified teenager's neck.