Two vamps, a girl, and a prophecy
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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
4,532
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 18
Summary: What happens to Spike (and Angel) after ‘Not Fade Away.’
Rating: NC-17 Explicit sexual descriptions (later on), some language.
Pairings: Dawn/Spike, with a small side of Buffy/Xander.
Feedback: Yes, please. This is my first time posting a fic, so be gentle!
Archive? : Ask me first.
Beta: I need one!
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em. I’m just borrowing them for a while since Joss isn’t using them anymore.
Chapter 18
Xander looked back over his shoulder, and seemed for a moment like he might be inclined to agree with Dawn, but just then the demon put up a fight, and he was forced to concentrate on not getting his head ripped off as it had apparently decided to target the weakest of it’s captors first.
With no more time to waste trying to convince the others that she was right, Dawn turned and ran into the kitchen. She grabbed blindly toward the knife rack beside the stove and as soon as her hand closed around a handle, she spun and raced back to her own room. Buffy and the others were having such a hard time maneuvering the demon that it almost looked like they were moving in slow motion, and Dawn easily managed to slip past them into her room.
Locking the door behind her, she scrambled to the side of the bed and sat down beside Spike. “Spike?” She whispered softly, not really wanting to wake him up before she did what she was about to do. “Whatever happens, I hope you know that I’m just trying to save you. Those guys are going to kill you if I let ’em do what they’re trying to do. I love you so much, Spike.” Biting back a sob, she kissed him hard on the lips, then pulled back the blankets and groaned at the gruesome appearance of his wound. Just as she now remembered from her dream, the bite was now a deep, blackened hole, and the edges were collapsing in on themselves…crumbling like the ashes of a burned out log that stubbornly holds it’s shape long after the fire has gone out. “Oh god…” She whimpered.
Shifting the knife to her left hand so she could wipe the sweaty palm of her right on her jeans, she noticed that the kitchen knife she had chosen without looking was the knife she’d used in her dream. Chuckling nervously, she wrapped her newly dried hand around the handle and hefted it carefully, adjusting her grip several times until it felt perfect. She took a deep breath and reached toward Spike with trembling hands, feeling the edge of the wound and trying to figure out where on earth she was supposed to cut first.
“Dawn! Let us in! Now!” Angel bellowed suddenly, accompanied by a violent pounding on the door that made her jump just as she was about to make her first reluctant incision. “This is ridiculous! Let us in!”
Dawn closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. “I can’t do this.” She muttered. “I don’t know where to cut…I don’t know how to make him heal faster without making him dust faster too…” She sighed and glanced over toward the door, which was shaking violently under the blows from the other side, then back down at the bed. What she saw made her gasp loudly, and immediately screw her eyes shut. “I can do this” She chanted. “I can do this…just don’t look…I can do this…just don’t look…I can do this…”
Ultimately ignoring her own advice, she opened one eye a crack and watched with morbid fascination as her hands, seemingly of their own accord, quickly and efficiently cut away at Spike’s torso. The sounds at her door seemed to fade to a dull roar, as she cut a frighteningly large amount of flesh away from the vampire’s body. “Oh god, stop. Please stop!” She began begging the disobedient appendages after what seemed like forever. Then, her left hand grabbed Spike’s heart, which was quite obviously turning to dust, and her right hand viciously hacked it from his chest. “No!”
For a moment, everything seemed to happen at once. Her head swam dizzily and she slumped forward. She thought anxiously that she might fall into the pile of dust the man she loved was rapidly turning into. Then, everything seemed to slow to a grinding halt, and she stared hard at the cavernous wound. As she watched, she saw blood flowing into the area, and concentrated hard on this sign of ‘life,’ rather than the way the dead tissue around his empty chest cavity was turning to dust. “Heal, damn it, Spike! Please! Heal!” She stared intently at the pooling blood, and suddenly everything seemed to lurch into fast forward. The organs, muscles and skin began growing back so quickly that they seemed to flow across his torso, filling in the hole. The more Spike’s body repaired itself, the dizzier Dawn felt, until she finally had to rest her head on his lower abdomen as everything began to go dark.
The last sound she heard was the loud crash of the door bursting open and slamming violently against the wall beside it as all hell seemed to break loose. People were shouting, and she heard the muffled, pain filled roar of the demon as someone finally made a move to spill its oh-so-vital blood, and her heart sank. “Don’t let it bleed on the vampires.” She warned weakly in case anyone was listening, before the darkness overwhelmed her.
Rating: NC-17 Explicit sexual descriptions (later on), some language.
Pairings: Dawn/Spike, with a small side of Buffy/Xander.
Feedback: Yes, please. This is my first time posting a fic, so be gentle!
Archive? : Ask me first.
Beta: I need one!
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em. I’m just borrowing them for a while since Joss isn’t using them anymore.
Chapter 18
Xander looked back over his shoulder, and seemed for a moment like he might be inclined to agree with Dawn, but just then the demon put up a fight, and he was forced to concentrate on not getting his head ripped off as it had apparently decided to target the weakest of it’s captors first.
With no more time to waste trying to convince the others that she was right, Dawn turned and ran into the kitchen. She grabbed blindly toward the knife rack beside the stove and as soon as her hand closed around a handle, she spun and raced back to her own room. Buffy and the others were having such a hard time maneuvering the demon that it almost looked like they were moving in slow motion, and Dawn easily managed to slip past them into her room.
Locking the door behind her, she scrambled to the side of the bed and sat down beside Spike. “Spike?” She whispered softly, not really wanting to wake him up before she did what she was about to do. “Whatever happens, I hope you know that I’m just trying to save you. Those guys are going to kill you if I let ’em do what they’re trying to do. I love you so much, Spike.” Biting back a sob, she kissed him hard on the lips, then pulled back the blankets and groaned at the gruesome appearance of his wound. Just as she now remembered from her dream, the bite was now a deep, blackened hole, and the edges were collapsing in on themselves…crumbling like the ashes of a burned out log that stubbornly holds it’s shape long after the fire has gone out. “Oh god…” She whimpered.
Shifting the knife to her left hand so she could wipe the sweaty palm of her right on her jeans, she noticed that the kitchen knife she had chosen without looking was the knife she’d used in her dream. Chuckling nervously, she wrapped her newly dried hand around the handle and hefted it carefully, adjusting her grip several times until it felt perfect. She took a deep breath and reached toward Spike with trembling hands, feeling the edge of the wound and trying to figure out where on earth she was supposed to cut first.
“Dawn! Let us in! Now!” Angel bellowed suddenly, accompanied by a violent pounding on the door that made her jump just as she was about to make her first reluctant incision. “This is ridiculous! Let us in!”
Dawn closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. “I can’t do this.” She muttered. “I don’t know where to cut…I don’t know how to make him heal faster without making him dust faster too…” She sighed and glanced over toward the door, which was shaking violently under the blows from the other side, then back down at the bed. What she saw made her gasp loudly, and immediately screw her eyes shut. “I can do this” She chanted. “I can do this…just don’t look…I can do this…just don’t look…I can do this…”
Ultimately ignoring her own advice, she opened one eye a crack and watched with morbid fascination as her hands, seemingly of their own accord, quickly and efficiently cut away at Spike’s torso. The sounds at her door seemed to fade to a dull roar, as she cut a frighteningly large amount of flesh away from the vampire’s body. “Oh god, stop. Please stop!” She began begging the disobedient appendages after what seemed like forever. Then, her left hand grabbed Spike’s heart, which was quite obviously turning to dust, and her right hand viciously hacked it from his chest. “No!”
For a moment, everything seemed to happen at once. Her head swam dizzily and she slumped forward. She thought anxiously that she might fall into the pile of dust the man she loved was rapidly turning into. Then, everything seemed to slow to a grinding halt, and she stared hard at the cavernous wound. As she watched, she saw blood flowing into the area, and concentrated hard on this sign of ‘life,’ rather than the way the dead tissue around his empty chest cavity was turning to dust. “Heal, damn it, Spike! Please! Heal!” She stared intently at the pooling blood, and suddenly everything seemed to lurch into fast forward. The organs, muscles and skin began growing back so quickly that they seemed to flow across his torso, filling in the hole. The more Spike’s body repaired itself, the dizzier Dawn felt, until she finally had to rest her head on his lower abdomen as everything began to go dark.
The last sound she heard was the loud crash of the door bursting open and slamming violently against the wall beside it as all hell seemed to break loose. People were shouting, and she heard the muffled, pain filled roar of the demon as someone finally made a move to spill its oh-so-vital blood, and her heart sank. “Don’t let it bleed on the vampires.” She warned weakly in case anyone was listening, before the darkness overwhelmed her.