Nocturnal Bravura Book Two: The Healing
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
2,137
Reviews:
7
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Currently Reading:
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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.
Cold
Cold
Manipulated dialogue from After Life
Most of this chapter is a montage. My first ever! I hope you enjoy!
William walked into the smoky jazz club on the south side of town. It had been one month.
One month since the world nearly went to hell. One month since the apocalypse. No one was any the wiser, just the witnesses of that fateful night.
Dawn had been spared the sight of seeing her sister again. Cordelia had told her to wait in the car under the dashboard until she returned. When Cordelia entered the room, she knew no hope was left for the man she loved and did what she had to do.
Rupert was only afforded a glimpse at his oldest son after coming to from Angelus' blow. He stood and watched as the bright light exploded. Watching as Lizzie and Spike held onto to each other accepting their fate. He did the best he could for his youngest; trying to ease his pain. Trying to be the supportive father to his son as well as the faithful Watcher to his Slayer.
"You do what you have to do son." Rupert said, trying to comfort his boy.
William was left alone, really alone this time. He had no brother, no love of his life. Such was the path of a Slayer, he thought. He continued to go out night after night helping those in need. Continued being the devoted son, doting big brother to Dawn, and good friend to his beloved Scoobies.
All the time Lizzie’s words still whispered through his mind.
“You do what you have to do.”
Sometimes though, he would find himself here. He would walk into the club and sit in the same dark corner every time. He would sit there and listen to the hauntingly beautiful voice of the woman who sang here every Friday night.
She saw him slip in and immediately smiled, stepping off the stage.
"Hey Hero." She teased, walking up to him.
"Lo' Faith." William smiled.
He had met her on patrol one night. A vamp had attacked her while she had stepped outside of the club for a cigarette. William appeared, dispensing of the vamp quickly. Faith had been so grateful she offered everything to William, including herself.
William respectfully declined.
"So what brings you lurking in the shadows tonight?" Faith asked.
William looked up at her then lowered his eyes shyly to the table top.
"You wanna hear it don't you?" she smiled softly, tilting her head.
William nodded.
Faith sighed. "I don't blame you. It's one of the most beautiful yet sad songs I have ever sung. Thanks for writing the lyrics for me. Got anything else up there? We could make a fortune."
William shook his head. The song had started out as one of the many poems he’d written for Lizzie.
"Sorry Ducks, it's my only one. My...my brother was the songwriter." William said quietly.
Faith smiled. "It's all good. I understand.”
She walked away and stepped back onstage, whispering something to the pianist. He looked over at William and waved.
William waved back and watched as he began to play. He closed his eyes and listened as Faith began to sing.
"What ravages of spirit
conjured this temptuous rage
created you a monster
broken by the rule of love”
Images of Lizzie flooded his mind.
“And fate has lead you through it
you do what you have to do
and fate has led you through it
you do what you have to do ..."
The smile on her face the first day they met. The night they sat on her porch watching the stars. The nights after they thought Spike was dead that he spent with her asleep in his arms...
"But I have the sense to recognize that
I don't know how to let you go"
Lizzie laughing…
"Every moment marked
with apparitions of your soul
I'm ever swiftly moving
trying to escape this desire”
He thought of the pillow fight he, Willow and Lizzie had. The look on her face when he gave her the music box. The way she had rested her head on his shoulder on the drive home.
“The yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do"
He crossed his arms hugging himself a bit as he leaned against the wall, thinking about the night she came to him after his mother died. "You know I'm your girl too, right?" He heard her say in his mind.
"But I have the sense to recognize
that I don't know how
to let you go”
He thought of finding her in the bathroom. Cold. So very cold.
“That I don't know how
to let you go"
Holding her in his arms as she begun to slip away.
"A glowing ember
burning hot
burning slow”
Even the years of Lizzie as a tortured Buffy filled his mind. The countless "dances". Finding her shaken and confused. The night she laid her head in his lap thinking he was Spike and found peace. The night he gave her the small music box to try to help her calm the madness inside.
“Deep within I'm shaken by the violence
of existing for only you"
He remembered her smile. That shy beautiful smile. And the look on her face the night they made love.
"I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do”
The way she felt in his arms. How he kissed her eyelids. How she had held and kissed him afterwards.
“I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
and I have sense to recognize
I don't know how to let you go”
Then the pain came; settling deep in his chest as he remembered those last horrible moments. The blue light enveloping Lizzie as she touched his face and closed his eyes shut for him then kissed them lightly as she trembled...
"I don't know how to let you go"
He thought of his favorite memory of Lizzie standing at her window waving at him from across the street. How she smiled, blowing a kiss at him then shutting her curtains.
"That I don't know how to let you go"
Faith’s voice trailed off and the crowd erupted in applause.
William tipped his head to Faith. She smiled at him and watched him walk out the door.
He felt the chill in the air.
Cold.
It was the one thing that he allowed himself to truly feel.
Everything else was so conflicted. He knew if he gave into the hurricane of emotions within him he would lose himself in the pain.
Even now she was with him. When he patrolled. When he was with his friends. Especially when he would finally find a bit of peace in his slumber. Lizzie was there.
He had to push it all away. Or else he could not go on.
But when it was cold he felt his body give into the numbing sensation. He could walk around allowing the air to freeze his skin. Alleviating the pain inside his heart.
He lost his brother that night too. He lost a piece of himself. But none of it compared to losing her.
His mind filled with the same thoughts he had thought not so long ago. Before the people he loved knew about Spike and Buffy. He thought about how he let her down. If only he had seen the sword coming. If they had figured out that Lizzie's madness could be cured simply by restoring her soul. If only he had told his father about Spike and Buffy before...
His thoughts haunted him like they always did. He thought of all the different ways he could have saved her. None of it counted, of course, but every night his mind raced. He'd see it all again ... do something different.
Nights like these he allowed himself to fantasize. He would think that he was faster or more clever.
New ways to make the end a different result; make it so that somehow she was still here with him. In his dreams he had done everything right.
In his dreams he had saved her....
Author’s Note: The song is by Sarah McLaughlin “Do What You Have To Do.” It was so sweet and haunting it had to be used!
Manipulated dialogue from After Life
Most of this chapter is a montage. My first ever! I hope you enjoy!
William walked into the smoky jazz club on the south side of town. It had been one month.
One month since the world nearly went to hell. One month since the apocalypse. No one was any the wiser, just the witnesses of that fateful night.
Dawn had been spared the sight of seeing her sister again. Cordelia had told her to wait in the car under the dashboard until she returned. When Cordelia entered the room, she knew no hope was left for the man she loved and did what she had to do.
Rupert was only afforded a glimpse at his oldest son after coming to from Angelus' blow. He stood and watched as the bright light exploded. Watching as Lizzie and Spike held onto to each other accepting their fate. He did the best he could for his youngest; trying to ease his pain. Trying to be the supportive father to his son as well as the faithful Watcher to his Slayer.
"You do what you have to do son." Rupert said, trying to comfort his boy.
William was left alone, really alone this time. He had no brother, no love of his life. Such was the path of a Slayer, he thought. He continued to go out night after night helping those in need. Continued being the devoted son, doting big brother to Dawn, and good friend to his beloved Scoobies.
All the time Lizzie’s words still whispered through his mind.
“You do what you have to do.”
Sometimes though, he would find himself here. He would walk into the club and sit in the same dark corner every time. He would sit there and listen to the hauntingly beautiful voice of the woman who sang here every Friday night.
She saw him slip in and immediately smiled, stepping off the stage.
"Hey Hero." She teased, walking up to him.
"Lo' Faith." William smiled.
He had met her on patrol one night. A vamp had attacked her while she had stepped outside of the club for a cigarette. William appeared, dispensing of the vamp quickly. Faith had been so grateful she offered everything to William, including herself.
William respectfully declined.
"So what brings you lurking in the shadows tonight?" Faith asked.
William looked up at her then lowered his eyes shyly to the table top.
"You wanna hear it don't you?" she smiled softly, tilting her head.
William nodded.
Faith sighed. "I don't blame you. It's one of the most beautiful yet sad songs I have ever sung. Thanks for writing the lyrics for me. Got anything else up there? We could make a fortune."
William shook his head. The song had started out as one of the many poems he’d written for Lizzie.
"Sorry Ducks, it's my only one. My...my brother was the songwriter." William said quietly.
Faith smiled. "It's all good. I understand.”
She walked away and stepped back onstage, whispering something to the pianist. He looked over at William and waved.
William waved back and watched as he began to play. He closed his eyes and listened as Faith began to sing.
"What ravages of spirit
conjured this temptuous rage
created you a monster
broken by the rule of love”
Images of Lizzie flooded his mind.
“And fate has lead you through it
you do what you have to do
and fate has led you through it
you do what you have to do ..."
The smile on her face the first day they met. The night they sat on her porch watching the stars. The nights after they thought Spike was dead that he spent with her asleep in his arms...
"But I have the sense to recognize that
I don't know how to let you go"
Lizzie laughing…
"Every moment marked
with apparitions of your soul
I'm ever swiftly moving
trying to escape this desire”
He thought of the pillow fight he, Willow and Lizzie had. The look on her face when he gave her the music box. The way she had rested her head on his shoulder on the drive home.
“The yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do"
He crossed his arms hugging himself a bit as he leaned against the wall, thinking about the night she came to him after his mother died. "You know I'm your girl too, right?" He heard her say in his mind.
"But I have the sense to recognize
that I don't know how
to let you go”
He thought of finding her in the bathroom. Cold. So very cold.
“That I don't know how
to let you go"
Holding her in his arms as she begun to slip away.
"A glowing ember
burning hot
burning slow”
Even the years of Lizzie as a tortured Buffy filled his mind. The countless "dances". Finding her shaken and confused. The night she laid her head in his lap thinking he was Spike and found peace. The night he gave her the small music box to try to help her calm the madness inside.
“Deep within I'm shaken by the violence
of existing for only you"
He remembered her smile. That shy beautiful smile. And the look on her face the night they made love.
"I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do”
The way she felt in his arms. How he kissed her eyelids. How she had held and kissed him afterwards.
“I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
and I have sense to recognize
I don't know how to let you go”
Then the pain came; settling deep in his chest as he remembered those last horrible moments. The blue light enveloping Lizzie as she touched his face and closed his eyes shut for him then kissed them lightly as she trembled...
"I don't know how to let you go"
He thought of his favorite memory of Lizzie standing at her window waving at him from across the street. How she smiled, blowing a kiss at him then shutting her curtains.
"That I don't know how to let you go"
Faith’s voice trailed off and the crowd erupted in applause.
William tipped his head to Faith. She smiled at him and watched him walk out the door.
He felt the chill in the air.
Cold.
It was the one thing that he allowed himself to truly feel.
Everything else was so conflicted. He knew if he gave into the hurricane of emotions within him he would lose himself in the pain.
Even now she was with him. When he patrolled. When he was with his friends. Especially when he would finally find a bit of peace in his slumber. Lizzie was there.
He had to push it all away. Or else he could not go on.
But when it was cold he felt his body give into the numbing sensation. He could walk around allowing the air to freeze his skin. Alleviating the pain inside his heart.
He lost his brother that night too. He lost a piece of himself. But none of it compared to losing her.
His mind filled with the same thoughts he had thought not so long ago. Before the people he loved knew about Spike and Buffy. He thought about how he let her down. If only he had seen the sword coming. If they had figured out that Lizzie's madness could be cured simply by restoring her soul. If only he had told his father about Spike and Buffy before...
His thoughts haunted him like they always did. He thought of all the different ways he could have saved her. None of it counted, of course, but every night his mind raced. He'd see it all again ... do something different.
Nights like these he allowed himself to fantasize. He would think that he was faster or more clever.
New ways to make the end a different result; make it so that somehow she was still here with him. In his dreams he had done everything right.
In his dreams he had saved her....
Author’s Note: The song is by Sarah McLaughlin “Do What You Have To Do.” It was so sweet and haunting it had to be used!