Nocturnal Bravura Book Three: Children Of Destiny
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
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24
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To See You Again
To See You Again
Spike leaned on the rail in the upper level of The Bronze. It was easy pickings because the crowd that went there now did not know him. Most of the kids that did had long ago left Sunnydale for greener pastures. The ones that did remember him, he just put in a thrall and they would forget he was even there.
The place looked a bit different. He had been told that it had to be remodeled a few times because of the rowdiness of the crowd but Spike knew it had to be because of Vamp activity.
He skimmed the room looking for both potential victims as well as wandering fledglings trying to make sense of their new undead lives.
Many women approach him flirting trying to draw him into a seduction. Spike would scoff at their attempts. They were nothing. None of them were. He had stopped feeding on women. Quite simply he took no joy in the game anymore.
They all looked so hopeful, but he knew better. They all paled in comparison to his mate.
He closed his eyes for a moment thinking of Lizzie. The night she had almost died, Willow had entered his mind to tell him Lizzie was fine. “Damn sentimental witch,” he’d muttered to himself.
He told her to bugger off and growled at her in his mind. Willow had not tried to connect with him again after that.
“Hello, handsome.”
Spike heard the voice behind him. He took a swig of his beer and continued to look forward; ignoring her.
The tiny blonde sauntered closer to him leaning against the rail facing him. “Buy a girl a drink?” she drawled.
Spike looked at her from the corner of his eye. From that angle she almost looked like Lizzie.
He was about to comment when he drew in her scent. Damn vampire senses. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t pretend she was Lizzie. Her foreign scent filled his nostrils screaming at him letting him know she was nothing but an imposter.
“Don’t think so, ducks,” he muttered, trying to will the memory of Lizzie in his arms out of his mind.
She laid a hand on his arm, playing with the cuff of his duster. “Come on let’s have a bit of fun,” she pleaded. He was the hottest thing she had seen tonight and she wanted him badly.
Spike was enraged that she had dared to touch him. He took her in his arms and smiled wickedly.
The girls smiled at him then let out a horrified gasp as his face shifted.
“All right then, let’s have us some fun,” he snarled.
***
Lizzie knew the gang was just trying to show her that they truly felt she belonged.
William had to go to L.A. again with his father to retrieve something that would help them decipher the scroll. He had begged Lizzie to join them, but she refused, stating she wanted to be close to Dawn, who was staying with a friend.
Things were tense in The Hellmouth. Word had been spread by minions who had come up from L.A. that the Slayer had the scroll. They seemed to watch his every move now. They had to be very careful about being seen together.
Lizzie stayed to herself most nights. She would patrol with Will or they would sit in her crypt and talk. She almost felt like a prisoner, but she understood things had to be this way until they could figure out what the scroll said.
The Scoobies had convinced her to come to The Bronze for a few hours just to break her from her isolation. At first she refused but their tireless effort made her finally cave. It was actually fun until they started talking about college life and classes.
Lizzie suddenly remembered how she felt before when she was alive. She knew she was different even back then. It reminded her of how different she was now.
“Let’s get out there and get our boogie on!” Xander said, exuberantly. Willow, Oz, and Anya jumped up and started for the dance floor. They all turned at Lizzie who just smiled.
“I think I will sit this one out,” she announced.
“Come on Lizzie.” Willow pleaded.
“No, really. I’m good. You guys have fun.”
They were soon on the dance floor, jumping about madly. Lizzie laughed at her friends for a while, but her smile faded as she again thought of how different they were from her.
She got up and made her way up to the balcony, careful to keep to the shadows. She saw Spike come up the other side. He was wiping his mouth off. The smell of fresh blood was pungent in the air.
She knew he had just fed.
She found herself hiding from his view, knowing it was foolish. He would feel her, just as she felt him.
Spike reached the landing and stood there. He sniffed the air. “Damn,” he muttered. She was here. Her scent was everywhere, torturing yet comforting him at the same time. What was she doing at the Bronze? Spike looked down at the crowd and saw the scoobies dancing, but no sign of Lizzie.
He knew she was close. He could feel her. Smell her. Taste her.
“You see…” Her voice was intoxicating. Like a melody in the air teasing his senses. Spike tightened his grip on the rail.
“I try to be with them, but I always end up in the dark…” she murmured, wrapping her arms around him from behind. Spike, helpless against her, merely lifted his arms to accept her embrace.
“With you,” she finished.
He felt the familiar softness of her hands as the kneaded the flesh of his back. Spike hung his head. “Don’t…” he gritted out through clenched teeth.
She ignored him, her hands slipping around and running up and down the hard muscles in his thighs. “Stop me,” she whispered, filled with reckless desire as she touched him.
He spun around and grabbed her hands, his eyes wild with pain and longing. “You know we can’t do this, Lizzie.” Spike insisted.
Tears pricked at her eyes as she stared up at him, feeling his mixed emotions of agony and joy at her presence. Seeing the misery in his eyes, she was instantly contrite. “I know.”
The music went from a hard, driving beat to slow and sensual. Lizzie stepped closer and palmed his face lovingly. Spike rubbed his face against her hand and kissed her palm tenderly before allowing her to slip her arms around his waist.
The song filled the air.
“I have a smile
Stretched from ear to ear
To see you walking down the road
We meet at the lights
I stare for a while
The world around disappears”
Lizzie began to sway in his arms. She buried her face in his chest, purring contentedly.
“Just you and me
On this island of hope
A breath between us could be miles
Let me surround you
My sea to your shore
Let me be the calm you seek”
Spike closed his eyes allowing himself to forget everything, if only for a moment. All he allowed himself to think about was how wonderful it felt to have her in his arms again.
“Oh and every time I’m close to you
There’s too much I can’t say
And you just walk away”
Lizzie stared up at him, pain and regret filling her eyes.
“And I forgot
To tell you
I love you
And the night’s
Too long
And cold here
Without you
I grieve in my condition
For I cannot find the strength to say I need you so.”
Spike stroked her cheek, holding her tightly as they moved to the beat of the music.
“Oh and every time I’m close to you
There’s too much I can’t say
And you just walk away”
She closed her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks as he brushed his thumb over her lips. She began to tremble.
“And I forgot
To tell you
I love you
And the night’s
Too long
And cold here
Without you
I grieve in my condition
For I cannot find the strength to say I need you so.”
He was leaning down to kiss her when they heard the sudden screams from down below. Spike had not taken the time to dispose of the tiny blonde that irritated him and her body had been discovered.
Lizzie looked down as she saw the Scoobies running in the direction of the screams. Lizzie turned to look at Spike. She knew he had something to do with it.
Spike stood there defiantly as if he was making a statement. He was reiterating his heartbreaking point. They could not be together.
“LIZZIE!” Willow yelled.
Lizzie turned, looking for Willow. When she spotted her, she quickly turned back to look at Spike. They stood staring at each other for a long, heartbreaking moment.
Both turned from the other at the same time and headed in opposite directions.
Away from each other...
Author’s Note: The song is ‘I Love You’ by Sarah McLaughlin. My wonderful beta encouraged me to mention it, saying it creates a Kleenex effect when you read the chapter LOL Thank you Tami!
Spike leaned on the rail in the upper level of The Bronze. It was easy pickings because the crowd that went there now did not know him. Most of the kids that did had long ago left Sunnydale for greener pastures. The ones that did remember him, he just put in a thrall and they would forget he was even there.
The place looked a bit different. He had been told that it had to be remodeled a few times because of the rowdiness of the crowd but Spike knew it had to be because of Vamp activity.
He skimmed the room looking for both potential victims as well as wandering fledglings trying to make sense of their new undead lives.
Many women approach him flirting trying to draw him into a seduction. Spike would scoff at their attempts. They were nothing. None of them were. He had stopped feeding on women. Quite simply he took no joy in the game anymore.
They all looked so hopeful, but he knew better. They all paled in comparison to his mate.
He closed his eyes for a moment thinking of Lizzie. The night she had almost died, Willow had entered his mind to tell him Lizzie was fine. “Damn sentimental witch,” he’d muttered to himself.
He told her to bugger off and growled at her in his mind. Willow had not tried to connect with him again after that.
“Hello, handsome.”
Spike heard the voice behind him. He took a swig of his beer and continued to look forward; ignoring her.
The tiny blonde sauntered closer to him leaning against the rail facing him. “Buy a girl a drink?” she drawled.
Spike looked at her from the corner of his eye. From that angle she almost looked like Lizzie.
He was about to comment when he drew in her scent. Damn vampire senses. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t pretend she was Lizzie. Her foreign scent filled his nostrils screaming at him letting him know she was nothing but an imposter.
“Don’t think so, ducks,” he muttered, trying to will the memory of Lizzie in his arms out of his mind.
She laid a hand on his arm, playing with the cuff of his duster. “Come on let’s have a bit of fun,” she pleaded. He was the hottest thing she had seen tonight and she wanted him badly.
Spike was enraged that she had dared to touch him. He took her in his arms and smiled wickedly.
The girls smiled at him then let out a horrified gasp as his face shifted.
“All right then, let’s have us some fun,” he snarled.
***
Lizzie knew the gang was just trying to show her that they truly felt she belonged.
William had to go to L.A. again with his father to retrieve something that would help them decipher the scroll. He had begged Lizzie to join them, but she refused, stating she wanted to be close to Dawn, who was staying with a friend.
Things were tense in The Hellmouth. Word had been spread by minions who had come up from L.A. that the Slayer had the scroll. They seemed to watch his every move now. They had to be very careful about being seen together.
Lizzie stayed to herself most nights. She would patrol with Will or they would sit in her crypt and talk. She almost felt like a prisoner, but she understood things had to be this way until they could figure out what the scroll said.
The Scoobies had convinced her to come to The Bronze for a few hours just to break her from her isolation. At first she refused but their tireless effort made her finally cave. It was actually fun until they started talking about college life and classes.
Lizzie suddenly remembered how she felt before when she was alive. She knew she was different even back then. It reminded her of how different she was now.
“Let’s get out there and get our boogie on!” Xander said, exuberantly. Willow, Oz, and Anya jumped up and started for the dance floor. They all turned at Lizzie who just smiled.
“I think I will sit this one out,” she announced.
“Come on Lizzie.” Willow pleaded.
“No, really. I’m good. You guys have fun.”
They were soon on the dance floor, jumping about madly. Lizzie laughed at her friends for a while, but her smile faded as she again thought of how different they were from her.
She got up and made her way up to the balcony, careful to keep to the shadows. She saw Spike come up the other side. He was wiping his mouth off. The smell of fresh blood was pungent in the air.
She knew he had just fed.
She found herself hiding from his view, knowing it was foolish. He would feel her, just as she felt him.
Spike reached the landing and stood there. He sniffed the air. “Damn,” he muttered. She was here. Her scent was everywhere, torturing yet comforting him at the same time. What was she doing at the Bronze? Spike looked down at the crowd and saw the scoobies dancing, but no sign of Lizzie.
He knew she was close. He could feel her. Smell her. Taste her.
“You see…” Her voice was intoxicating. Like a melody in the air teasing his senses. Spike tightened his grip on the rail.
“I try to be with them, but I always end up in the dark…” she murmured, wrapping her arms around him from behind. Spike, helpless against her, merely lifted his arms to accept her embrace.
“With you,” she finished.
He felt the familiar softness of her hands as the kneaded the flesh of his back. Spike hung his head. “Don’t…” he gritted out through clenched teeth.
She ignored him, her hands slipping around and running up and down the hard muscles in his thighs. “Stop me,” she whispered, filled with reckless desire as she touched him.
He spun around and grabbed her hands, his eyes wild with pain and longing. “You know we can’t do this, Lizzie.” Spike insisted.
Tears pricked at her eyes as she stared up at him, feeling his mixed emotions of agony and joy at her presence. Seeing the misery in his eyes, she was instantly contrite. “I know.”
The music went from a hard, driving beat to slow and sensual. Lizzie stepped closer and palmed his face lovingly. Spike rubbed his face against her hand and kissed her palm tenderly before allowing her to slip her arms around his waist.
The song filled the air.
“I have a smile
Stretched from ear to ear
To see you walking down the road
We meet at the lights
I stare for a while
The world around disappears”
Lizzie began to sway in his arms. She buried her face in his chest, purring contentedly.
“Just you and me
On this island of hope
A breath between us could be miles
Let me surround you
My sea to your shore
Let me be the calm you seek”
Spike closed his eyes allowing himself to forget everything, if only for a moment. All he allowed himself to think about was how wonderful it felt to have her in his arms again.
“Oh and every time I’m close to you
There’s too much I can’t say
And you just walk away”
Lizzie stared up at him, pain and regret filling her eyes.
“And I forgot
To tell you
I love you
And the night’s
Too long
And cold here
Without you
I grieve in my condition
For I cannot find the strength to say I need you so.”
Spike stroked her cheek, holding her tightly as they moved to the beat of the music.
“Oh and every time I’m close to you
There’s too much I can’t say
And you just walk away”
She closed her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks as he brushed his thumb over her lips. She began to tremble.
“And I forgot
To tell you
I love you
And the night’s
Too long
And cold here
Without you
I grieve in my condition
For I cannot find the strength to say I need you so.”
He was leaning down to kiss her when they heard the sudden screams from down below. Spike had not taken the time to dispose of the tiny blonde that irritated him and her body had been discovered.
Lizzie looked down as she saw the Scoobies running in the direction of the screams. Lizzie turned to look at Spike. She knew he had something to do with it.
Spike stood there defiantly as if he was making a statement. He was reiterating his heartbreaking point. They could not be together.
“LIZZIE!” Willow yelled.
Lizzie turned, looking for Willow. When she spotted her, she quickly turned back to look at Spike. They stood staring at each other for a long, heartbreaking moment.
Both turned from the other at the same time and headed in opposite directions.
Away from each other...
Author’s Note: The song is ‘I Love You’ by Sarah McLaughlin. My wonderful beta encouraged me to mention it, saying it creates a Kleenex effect when you read the chapter LOL Thank you Tami!