Family of Eternity
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
10,324
Reviews:
35
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Currently Reading:
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Epilogue
Epilogue
Buffy snuggled up against Spike, both of them sleeping in his room. She hadn’t wanted to let go of him and he’d happily agreed to let her sleep with him. As in the same bed, you perverts. Exhaling slowly, she drifted off to sleep, only to find herself in another of Spike’s dreams. She groaned to herself, “Again with the dreams...”
It was much the same like all the others and she realized he’d stopped telling everyone about his nightmares. He hadn’t talked about them in months and everyone had just assumed they’d passed. How wrong they were. These were much more vicious than the previous ones she’d been privy to. His number of tormentors had grown and they weren’t just talking. They were hurting him with a vast array of weapons, many of them looking like his own victims, “Spike.” He lay curled up in a ball, whimpering and shaking his head. His body jerked with each impact but she forced herself not to interfere. He had to do this for himself or he’d never be free, “Spike fight back.”
His voice was so soft and shaky, “I can’t.”
Her anger growing, not just at them but at him for taking it, “Yes you can now get up and protect yourself.”
The vision of Angelus came forward, running a hand along Spike’s bare and bleeding back. The blond shuddered under his touch but said nothing, “He can’t Buff.. that would mean that he was better and you’d kick him out...he’d rather be sick than that.”
Gritting her teeth at his continued insecurity, “This is his home now. Sick or well, his bleach blond ass isn’t leaving.”
Drusilla approached with a cat-o-nine tails in her hands, “My Spike likes to be punished...make him cry so prettily...who would torture him if we did not?”
Her voice hard when she talked to them, although she knew she was also talking to him, “I would.” Spike jerked a little on the floor and two of his visitors faded away. Deciding to run with it, blushing hotly, “If he needed to be coddled and taken care of I’d do that. But I know he doesn’t. At the same time, if he needed a little spanking before bedtime I can do that, too. There’s not much I won’t do except to make him leave.” Transferring her gaze to her vampire who had lifted his head, “I would never force you to go. Mom certainly wouldn’t. You’re part of our family now, you jack ass. Now stop taking this lying down.”
He was suddenly on his feet and everyone faded save the two older vampires. They both looked to him but he had eyes only for his slayer. Angelus swore and stomped off, fading just as quickly as the whimpering vampiress. Then it was just the two of them, “Buffy...” He then frowned and glanced around at the gray haze that remained for the background, “How do you keep showing up here?”
Shrugging, “Got me...I’ve given up on understanding my life.” Sitting down and motioning for him to do the same, “So...you ‘like’ being hurt?”
He looked down, whether from embarrassment or shyness she wasn’t sure. She’d said a while back he wasn’t shy. And except for his feelings he wasn’t. He shrugged a little but came over and sat next to her. She saw the light pink on his skin again and realized he was embarrassed, “Wouldn’t say no to a little bit of it but if you’re not into it...”
His voice trailed off, his fingers making little patterns on the ground. Swallowing hard as a lusty pang hit her right between the...eyes, she took his hand and scooted closer, “And I couldn’t say it hadn’t been a deep, dark fantasy of mine to tan a certain vampire’s ass with my bare hand...especially after that Adam thing.” He tensed and she hurried her explanation, “Which I already forgave you for ages ago. Everyone who matters has.”
He looked up, burning curiosity in his eyes, “Really?”
Nodding, “Yep...now, how do I wake up?” And then suddenly they were both back in the basement, awake at the same time and eyes open, seeing one another for the first time. They stayed that way for some time before a slow, impish smile flittered across her lips. Buffy casually reached behind him and gave his rear a squeeze, enjoying his startled squeak, “You’ve been having nightmares all this time and didn’t tell me? Someone needs to be punished.”
***
In the distant past, three figures watched as a small boy with blond-sable locks played in the sunlight. The child was only four, but unusually intelligent for his age. The father shook his head angrily, “Mother...he’s learned so much but he isn’t ready for this. I want my son to have a childhood...a life. Not this.”
“John.”
Mrs. Standish put a calming hand on her husband’s arm and the large demon quieted. She turned to look at ancient demon next to her, “You can do something...can’t you?”
Dien nodded as she glanced between little William and his parents. She was hesitant at best, but she’d given her son her word before she’d even begun teaching little William the prophecies that she could keep the knowledge locked from him to protect his childhood, “I can block his memories of what he is until he has need of that information. But for him to see you as a demon would trigger them once more. Perhaps he will never need to know...”
John Standish nodded in agreement, his silver eyes fading back to his human blue. For his son he would return to his human form, never to transform again until it was time.
Dien shook away her memories, focusing on the present. It saddened her that the past hadn’t gone nearly as well as everyone had hoped. John had died when William...Spike, turned nine. And Spike certainly did forget the prophecy. Unfortunately, because his father was a demon, the boy also forgot about him.
From a distance she’d watched this girl, but a child and a slayer at that, handle a demon more than a hundred years old. She was gentle when he needed it but firm when she had to be. Such a strong creature in such a seemingly fragile package. This girl could be the one.
In her own tongue: “The sands of time will fall for a millennia. On the eve of the new year, an alliance will be forged. A follower of darkness and a soldier of light shall merge to gray. Not even death shall prevent this union. The gray shall arise and vanquish it’s enemies, let no man nor beast put asunder. Thus forged in fire...a child shall be born...”
Buffy snuggled up against Spike, both of them sleeping in his room. She hadn’t wanted to let go of him and he’d happily agreed to let her sleep with him. As in the same bed, you perverts. Exhaling slowly, she drifted off to sleep, only to find herself in another of Spike’s dreams. She groaned to herself, “Again with the dreams...”
It was much the same like all the others and she realized he’d stopped telling everyone about his nightmares. He hadn’t talked about them in months and everyone had just assumed they’d passed. How wrong they were. These were much more vicious than the previous ones she’d been privy to. His number of tormentors had grown and they weren’t just talking. They were hurting him with a vast array of weapons, many of them looking like his own victims, “Spike.” He lay curled up in a ball, whimpering and shaking his head. His body jerked with each impact but she forced herself not to interfere. He had to do this for himself or he’d never be free, “Spike fight back.”
His voice was so soft and shaky, “I can’t.”
Her anger growing, not just at them but at him for taking it, “Yes you can now get up and protect yourself.”
The vision of Angelus came forward, running a hand along Spike’s bare and bleeding back. The blond shuddered under his touch but said nothing, “He can’t Buff.. that would mean that he was better and you’d kick him out...he’d rather be sick than that.”
Gritting her teeth at his continued insecurity, “This is his home now. Sick or well, his bleach blond ass isn’t leaving.”
Drusilla approached with a cat-o-nine tails in her hands, “My Spike likes to be punished...make him cry so prettily...who would torture him if we did not?”
Her voice hard when she talked to them, although she knew she was also talking to him, “I would.” Spike jerked a little on the floor and two of his visitors faded away. Deciding to run with it, blushing hotly, “If he needed to be coddled and taken care of I’d do that. But I know he doesn’t. At the same time, if he needed a little spanking before bedtime I can do that, too. There’s not much I won’t do except to make him leave.” Transferring her gaze to her vampire who had lifted his head, “I would never force you to go. Mom certainly wouldn’t. You’re part of our family now, you jack ass. Now stop taking this lying down.”
He was suddenly on his feet and everyone faded save the two older vampires. They both looked to him but he had eyes only for his slayer. Angelus swore and stomped off, fading just as quickly as the whimpering vampiress. Then it was just the two of them, “Buffy...” He then frowned and glanced around at the gray haze that remained for the background, “How do you keep showing up here?”
Shrugging, “Got me...I’ve given up on understanding my life.” Sitting down and motioning for him to do the same, “So...you ‘like’ being hurt?”
He looked down, whether from embarrassment or shyness she wasn’t sure. She’d said a while back he wasn’t shy. And except for his feelings he wasn’t. He shrugged a little but came over and sat next to her. She saw the light pink on his skin again and realized he was embarrassed, “Wouldn’t say no to a little bit of it but if you’re not into it...”
His voice trailed off, his fingers making little patterns on the ground. Swallowing hard as a lusty pang hit her right between the...eyes, she took his hand and scooted closer, “And I couldn’t say it hadn’t been a deep, dark fantasy of mine to tan a certain vampire’s ass with my bare hand...especially after that Adam thing.” He tensed and she hurried her explanation, “Which I already forgave you for ages ago. Everyone who matters has.”
He looked up, burning curiosity in his eyes, “Really?”
Nodding, “Yep...now, how do I wake up?” And then suddenly they were both back in the basement, awake at the same time and eyes open, seeing one another for the first time. They stayed that way for some time before a slow, impish smile flittered across her lips. Buffy casually reached behind him and gave his rear a squeeze, enjoying his startled squeak, “You’ve been having nightmares all this time and didn’t tell me? Someone needs to be punished.”
***
In the distant past, three figures watched as a small boy with blond-sable locks played in the sunlight. The child was only four, but unusually intelligent for his age. The father shook his head angrily, “Mother...he’s learned so much but he isn’t ready for this. I want my son to have a childhood...a life. Not this.”
“John.”
Mrs. Standish put a calming hand on her husband’s arm and the large demon quieted. She turned to look at ancient demon next to her, “You can do something...can’t you?”
Dien nodded as she glanced between little William and his parents. She was hesitant at best, but she’d given her son her word before she’d even begun teaching little William the prophecies that she could keep the knowledge locked from him to protect his childhood, “I can block his memories of what he is until he has need of that information. But for him to see you as a demon would trigger them once more. Perhaps he will never need to know...”
John Standish nodded in agreement, his silver eyes fading back to his human blue. For his son he would return to his human form, never to transform again until it was time.
Dien shook away her memories, focusing on the present. It saddened her that the past hadn’t gone nearly as well as everyone had hoped. John had died when William...Spike, turned nine. And Spike certainly did forget the prophecy. Unfortunately, because his father was a demon, the boy also forgot about him.
From a distance she’d watched this girl, but a child and a slayer at that, handle a demon more than a hundred years old. She was gentle when he needed it but firm when she had to be. Such a strong creature in such a seemingly fragile package. This girl could be the one.
In her own tongue: “The sands of time will fall for a millennia. On the eve of the new year, an alliance will be forged. A follower of darkness and a soldier of light shall merge to gray. Not even death shall prevent this union. The gray shall arise and vanquish it’s enemies, let no man nor beast put asunder. Thus forged in fire...a child shall be born...”