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Reflection of Love
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
6,020
Reviews:
73
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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.
part two
Title: Reflection of Love
Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS characters belong to me.
Feedback: Very appreciated.
Summary: AU. Buffy Summers has inherited a house with an antique mirror in the attic, a mirror that was once owned by William Cathcart over 100 years ago.
Part two.....
She was sitting in the middle of the attic floor, sorting through a box of old photographs when she heard the music start.
It sounded almost like a piano, but not a modern one. More like the old fashioned kind she'd heard played in so many movies.
"What were they called?" she murmured absently, having recently fallen into the habit of talking to herself to banish the quiet. "Spinets or something?"
More to the point though....where the heck was the music coming from? Lovely though it was, it wasn't originating from the house. There was no musical instrument of any kind on the premises, and she knew that she hadn't left a radio playing.
Although it sounded close, she trotted downstairs anyway and looked outside. The neighbors houses didn't have the kind of proximity that would allow you to hear music being played inside, and there were no cars parked on the street with their radios blasting.
By the time she went back up to the attic, the music had stopped.
"Huh. Weird."
Actually, it was kind of disappointing. The music had really been beautiful. Something classical, she was quite certain of it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lilybelle was whimpering at the door.
Buffy looked up and smiled, patting the floor next to her. "Come on in, baby. Keep me company for a while."
The little white terrier trotted over to her side and settled for a nice long belly scratch. She gazed up at Buffy with melting brown eyes, wanting to give all the love and loyalty to her that she had given to Nana.
"I know...I miss her, too," Buffy said, fondling the dogs floppy ears. "But, don't you worry. We'll stick together. I'm not leaving you alone here."
Lilybelle rolled onto her tummy and snuggled against Buffy's thigh.
They passed a few moments in companionable silence. Buffy began sorting the photographs into piles by date, while Lilybelle drifted off into an afternoon nap.
The peace in the attic was broken when the dog suddenly lifted her head and growled softly.
Buffy had never heard a sound like that come out of her grandmother's friendly little terrier. "What's the matter?" she asked.
Thinking she'd scented a rat, Buffy watched as Lilybelle jumped to her feet and started nosing around the boxes stacked by the antique mirror.
"Come here, baby," she said, snapping her fingers. "I do wan want you to get bitten. I'll get some traps at the...stop that!" The dog placed her front paws on the mirror, pulling the blanket off, and yelping when it covered her with a soft "thwump".
Buffy's laughter at the animal's predicament was cut off abruptly at the sound of a voice calling out someone's name.
"William? Are you home, dear?" It was a woman's voice, soft in timber, with a definite English accent.
And....it was emanating from the mirror!
"Coming, Mother." Another unseen voice answered the first one, and when Buffy heard it, she felt a strange shiver of awareness chase up and down her spine. Goose-bumps prickled her skin.
The second voice was male, clearly young, with the same cultured English accent.
Buffy rose to her feet and slowly approached the mirror.
Lilybelle was wriggling her way out from under the blanket, and Buffy picked it up and tossed it to one side. The dog looked into the mirror and yipped.
"Did you hear it, too?" Buffy asked, staring at the reflection they made in the glass. Raising one hand, she lightly touched the cold surface....then jumped in surprise when the music she had heard before began to play once again.
Logically, she knew she should be terrified. She'd seen enough horror movies to know that having inanimate objects speak and play music was not a good thing.
She considered herself to be a sensible person. Had the voice whispered "Get out", she'd have taken it's advice and would have already been out the door and down the stairs.
But the young man's voice was quiet and gentle, and there was nothing either frightening or threatening in his tone.
"That's lovely, William," she heard the woman's voice say. "You play so beautifully. I could listen to you for hours."
"Me, too," Buffy added, examining every inch of the mirror, both glass and frame.
She noticed it looked a little cloudy around the very edges. Yesterday, she had attributed this to the mirror's obvious age.
Now, of course, things were different.
As she ran her fingers along the top of the frame, the music began to fade.
"No," she said urgently, tapping the glass sharply. "Come back."
Nothing happened, and she felt a little foolish. This wasn't a television set that you could bang on for better reception.
The music slowly dissipated completely. Buffy slapped her hand against the wall. "Damn it!" she swore
softly.
Disappointed, she sighed and turned to leave. She hadn't gotten more than a couple of feet when she heard the young man speak again.
"Is there someone in here?"
Buffy whipped around and stared at the mirror, her eyes growing huge when she saw that it was no longer just an auditory conduit.
Gradually...a picture was beginning to form in the center of the glass.
Oh, my. This had to be William.
And, judging from the look of the furnishings she could pick out....his bedroom.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy smiled as she watched the young man glance around his room, a puzzled expression on his face.
He was adorable. A bit over average height, and slenderly built, he had a mop of light brown hair that looked as though it wanted badly to curl if he didn't tame it with some pretty vigorous brushing.
Wire rimmed spectacles were perched on his well formed nose. They obscured the color of his eyes, but she was getting a fairly clear look at his face, and was completely fascinated by it.
He had features that could almost be referred to as pretty, with bone structure that a super model would kill for. His lips were full and sensual looking, making her wonder what it would feel like to kiss them.
His manner of dress was decidely odd. He was wearing some sort of suit that consisted of more pieces
than she'd ever seen before. The shirt had a high starched collar, and there was a ascot tie knotted around his neck. His jacket was short waisted in the front, with a slightly longer back. A low cut, double breasted vest with four buttons at the bottom completed his ensemble.
His clothing looked like something out of a Merchant-Ivory film production.
Something really....old.
"What the hell....?"
TBC.....
Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS characters belong to me.
Feedback: Very appreciated.
Summary: AU. Buffy Summers has inherited a house with an antique mirror in the attic, a mirror that was once owned by William Cathcart over 100 years ago.
Part two.....
She was sitting in the middle of the attic floor, sorting through a box of old photographs when she heard the music start.
It sounded almost like a piano, but not a modern one. More like the old fashioned kind she'd heard played in so many movies.
"What were they called?" she murmured absently, having recently fallen into the habit of talking to herself to banish the quiet. "Spinets or something?"
More to the point though....where the heck was the music coming from? Lovely though it was, it wasn't originating from the house. There was no musical instrument of any kind on the premises, and she knew that she hadn't left a radio playing.
Although it sounded close, she trotted downstairs anyway and looked outside. The neighbors houses didn't have the kind of proximity that would allow you to hear music being played inside, and there were no cars parked on the street with their radios blasting.
By the time she went back up to the attic, the music had stopped.
"Huh. Weird."
Actually, it was kind of disappointing. The music had really been beautiful. Something classical, she was quite certain of it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lilybelle was whimpering at the door.
Buffy looked up and smiled, patting the floor next to her. "Come on in, baby. Keep me company for a while."
The little white terrier trotted over to her side and settled for a nice long belly scratch. She gazed up at Buffy with melting brown eyes, wanting to give all the love and loyalty to her that she had given to Nana.
"I know...I miss her, too," Buffy said, fondling the dogs floppy ears. "But, don't you worry. We'll stick together. I'm not leaving you alone here."
Lilybelle rolled onto her tummy and snuggled against Buffy's thigh.
They passed a few moments in companionable silence. Buffy began sorting the photographs into piles by date, while Lilybelle drifted off into an afternoon nap.
The peace in the attic was broken when the dog suddenly lifted her head and growled softly.
Buffy had never heard a sound like that come out of her grandmother's friendly little terrier. "What's the matter?" she asked.
Thinking she'd scented a rat, Buffy watched as Lilybelle jumped to her feet and started nosing around the boxes stacked by the antique mirror.
"Come here, baby," she said, snapping her fingers. "I do wan want you to get bitten. I'll get some traps at the...stop that!" The dog placed her front paws on the mirror, pulling the blanket off, and yelping when it covered her with a soft "thwump".
Buffy's laughter at the animal's predicament was cut off abruptly at the sound of a voice calling out someone's name.
"William? Are you home, dear?" It was a woman's voice, soft in timber, with a definite English accent.
And....it was emanating from the mirror!
"Coming, Mother." Another unseen voice answered the first one, and when Buffy heard it, she felt a strange shiver of awareness chase up and down her spine. Goose-bumps prickled her skin.
The second voice was male, clearly young, with the same cultured English accent.
Buffy rose to her feet and slowly approached the mirror.
Lilybelle was wriggling her way out from under the blanket, and Buffy picked it up and tossed it to one side. The dog looked into the mirror and yipped.
"Did you hear it, too?" Buffy asked, staring at the reflection they made in the glass. Raising one hand, she lightly touched the cold surface....then jumped in surprise when the music she had heard before began to play once again.
Logically, she knew she should be terrified. She'd seen enough horror movies to know that having inanimate objects speak and play music was not a good thing.
She considered herself to be a sensible person. Had the voice whispered "Get out", she'd have taken it's advice and would have already been out the door and down the stairs.
But the young man's voice was quiet and gentle, and there was nothing either frightening or threatening in his tone.
"That's lovely, William," she heard the woman's voice say. "You play so beautifully. I could listen to you for hours."
"Me, too," Buffy added, examining every inch of the mirror, both glass and frame.
She noticed it looked a little cloudy around the very edges. Yesterday, she had attributed this to the mirror's obvious age.
Now, of course, things were different.
As she ran her fingers along the top of the frame, the music began to fade.
"No," she said urgently, tapping the glass sharply. "Come back."
Nothing happened, and she felt a little foolish. This wasn't a television set that you could bang on for better reception.
The music slowly dissipated completely. Buffy slapped her hand against the wall. "Damn it!" she swore
softly.
Disappointed, she sighed and turned to leave. She hadn't gotten more than a couple of feet when she heard the young man speak again.
"Is there someone in here?"
Buffy whipped around and stared at the mirror, her eyes growing huge when she saw that it was no longer just an auditory conduit.
Gradually...a picture was beginning to form in the center of the glass.
Oh, my. This had to be William.
And, judging from the look of the furnishings she could pick out....his bedroom.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy smiled as she watched the young man glance around his room, a puzzled expression on his face.
He was adorable. A bit over average height, and slenderly built, he had a mop of light brown hair that looked as though it wanted badly to curl if he didn't tame it with some pretty vigorous brushing.
Wire rimmed spectacles were perched on his well formed nose. They obscured the color of his eyes, but she was getting a fairly clear look at his face, and was completely fascinated by it.
He had features that could almost be referred to as pretty, with bone structure that a super model would kill for. His lips were full and sensual looking, making her wonder what it would feel like to kiss them.
His manner of dress was decidely odd. He was wearing some sort of suit that consisted of more pieces
than she'd ever seen before. The shirt had a high starched collar, and there was a ascot tie knotted around his neck. His jacket was short waisted in the front, with a slightly longer back. A low cut, double breasted vest with four buttons at the bottom completed his ensemble.
His clothing looked like something out of a Merchant-Ivory film production.
Something really....old.
"What the hell....?"
TBC.....