Becoming Me
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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:
26
Views:
7,421
Reviews:
62
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Interlude
19: INTERLUDE
“He’s kinda cute when he’s calm and sleepin’,” commented Willow to the blonde girl who sat across from her.
The blonde girl’s mouth formed a very un-Buffy-like smirk.
“Oh – you’re not - It’s so hard to remember that you’re...” Willow looked away from Spike and resumed her reading in embarrassment.
“You should be careful, goin’ ‘round, callin’ vampires ‘cute’. One of these days you just might get one of ‘em really brassed off.” Willow couldn’t decide if he was teasing her or if he was honestly pissed. If he had meant it as a joke, the serious serial-killer tone of voice rendered it not funny. Willow nodded and kept reading.
Buffy, stretched out on Mr. Brown’s sofa, mumbled something unintelligible.
“Teach me.”
“Teach you what, luv?”
“My Sire up and left me. I want ya to teach me to be a real vampire.”
Spike smirked; the woman behind him cackled.
P shut her eyes tight against the humiliation, and then continued. “I’ll do...anything... Anything you want.” Gray-blue eyes glanced at his crotch dubiously.
“You 'aven’t got a chance, little girl,” Drusilla sang. “You’ve got to be bad...And you’re not bad enough.”
Buffy squirmed, her face in an expression of pain. “Oh...Looks like she’s having a nightmare,” voiced Willow sympathetically.
“Looks like.” Spike frowned but returned to his book, although he continued to watch the vampire out of the corner of his eye.
Defensively she kicked a beautiful brunette into the wall, watching dark curls flood an angry face. She didn’t know whose blood was everywhere, but it terrified her. “Don’t you know me?” she screamed.
Buffy tried to lash out at invisible foes, but sleep weighed down her limbs and forced her to simple tossing and twisting on the sofa.
“ I think we should make a present for the Slayer, you and me. What do you say, sweetness?”
Buffy screamed out loud.
Spike began to stand up, but then changed his mind and planted himself firmly in his seat, although he looked troubled as he watched Willow dash over to the sofa, knocking her chair backwards in the process. The redhead kneeled beside the sleeping vampire, holding her hand. Spike tried to growl but due to the lack of growl-producing vocal chords, he ended up nearly vomiting.
”Okay, listen up. I’m your new leader.” The red-haired vampire brushed the leader’s dust off the chair and sat down meaningfully, letting her gold eyes shift back into stormy blue. “ We’re callin’ ourselves the Revolvers, and we’re gonna be the new power in this town.”
Something about P’s face seemed familiar to Buffy, and for that matter it always had.
There was a murmur throughout the crowd of vampires, and the entire room turned to look up at their fearless new leader.
‘Who are you? Buffy wondered.
A brunette vampire spoke up. “Yeah. What do we call ya?”
“Amber.”
With an awakening gasp, Buffy looked up into Willow’s concerned eyes. “Y-you alright, Buffy?”
“Yeah. Just had a Slayer dream, is all.
“Bloody nightmare, more like,” muttered Spike from his chair.
Buffy looked at him. “Bloody useful nightmare,” she informed him. “Remember ‘P’, our mystery girl?”
Spike hadn’t forgotten, but at the mention of her name a memory he’d filed away as unimportant came spiraling back to the forefront of his consciousness.
The small redhead met his eyes bravely, and would have seemed defiant had she not been so clearly scared. “I’ll do...anything,” she said quietly.
Spike met Buffy’s eyes solemnly. “Amber.”
Ok, this was the last interlude, at least for a while. This also might be the last update for a while, so tell me what you think! Feedback will make me work faster, or so one can hope! There's kind of an emotional climax coming, and I feel like I may be overlooking important themes or something, so if there's anything you feel like I've dropped or anything you want to see included soon, please let me know.
“He’s kinda cute when he’s calm and sleepin’,” commented Willow to the blonde girl who sat across from her.
The blonde girl’s mouth formed a very un-Buffy-like smirk.
“Oh – you’re not - It’s so hard to remember that you’re...” Willow looked away from Spike and resumed her reading in embarrassment.
“You should be careful, goin’ ‘round, callin’ vampires ‘cute’. One of these days you just might get one of ‘em really brassed off.” Willow couldn’t decide if he was teasing her or if he was honestly pissed. If he had meant it as a joke, the serious serial-killer tone of voice rendered it not funny. Willow nodded and kept reading.
Buffy, stretched out on Mr. Brown’s sofa, mumbled something unintelligible.
“Teach me.”
“Teach you what, luv?”
“My Sire up and left me. I want ya to teach me to be a real vampire.”
Spike smirked; the woman behind him cackled.
P shut her eyes tight against the humiliation, and then continued. “I’ll do...anything... Anything you want.” Gray-blue eyes glanced at his crotch dubiously.
“You 'aven’t got a chance, little girl,” Drusilla sang. “You’ve got to be bad...And you’re not bad enough.”
Buffy squirmed, her face in an expression of pain. “Oh...Looks like she’s having a nightmare,” voiced Willow sympathetically.
“Looks like.” Spike frowned but returned to his book, although he continued to watch the vampire out of the corner of his eye.
Defensively she kicked a beautiful brunette into the wall, watching dark curls flood an angry face. She didn’t know whose blood was everywhere, but it terrified her. “Don’t you know me?” she screamed.
Buffy tried to lash out at invisible foes, but sleep weighed down her limbs and forced her to simple tossing and twisting on the sofa.
“ I think we should make a present for the Slayer, you and me. What do you say, sweetness?”
Buffy screamed out loud.
Spike began to stand up, but then changed his mind and planted himself firmly in his seat, although he looked troubled as he watched Willow dash over to the sofa, knocking her chair backwards in the process. The redhead kneeled beside the sleeping vampire, holding her hand. Spike tried to growl but due to the lack of growl-producing vocal chords, he ended up nearly vomiting.
”Okay, listen up. I’m your new leader.” The red-haired vampire brushed the leader’s dust off the chair and sat down meaningfully, letting her gold eyes shift back into stormy blue. “ We’re callin’ ourselves the Revolvers, and we’re gonna be the new power in this town.”
Something about P’s face seemed familiar to Buffy, and for that matter it always had.
There was a murmur throughout the crowd of vampires, and the entire room turned to look up at their fearless new leader.
‘Who are you? Buffy wondered.
A brunette vampire spoke up. “Yeah. What do we call ya?”
“Amber.”
With an awakening gasp, Buffy looked up into Willow’s concerned eyes. “Y-you alright, Buffy?”
“Yeah. Just had a Slayer dream, is all.
“Bloody nightmare, more like,” muttered Spike from his chair.
Buffy looked at him. “Bloody useful nightmare,” she informed him. “Remember ‘P’, our mystery girl?”
Spike hadn’t forgotten, but at the mention of her name a memory he’d filed away as unimportant came spiraling back to the forefront of his consciousness.
The small redhead met his eyes bravely, and would have seemed defiant had she not been so clearly scared. “I’ll do...anything,” she said quietly.
Spike met Buffy’s eyes solemnly. “Amber.”
Ok, this was the last interlude, at least for a while. This also might be the last update for a while, so tell me what you think! Feedback will make me work faster, or so one can hope! There's kind of an emotional climax coming, and I feel like I may be overlooking important themes or something, so if there's anything you feel like I've dropped or anything you want to see included soon, please let me know.