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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Category:
BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,641
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Terror
I own nothing.
Well except for the thought process.
So credit me there.
Chapter Written: December 1st 2006
Pairings currently: None
Current rating: C for Cocky Blond Men
A/N: Sorry for the LONG break!
Buffy's eyes flew open at the crack of dawn. She hadn't been asleep, she never slept, but she had played along to block out the whispers. Officers and criminals alike found her presence to be big news, and had continuously commented upon it all night.
As the sun streamed into her cell Buffy's mind carried passing thoughts as to what the day might hold. There was no way Sunnydale's spectacular police force would keep her here permanently, not as an all but convicted murderer.
Wait wasn't she supposed to get a phone call?
Who would she call? Buffy sat indian style on her small cot, back to the gray brick wall thinking. Three months ago if she was in this mess, she would have called Angel. Asked him to put his father on, explained the situation. Quinton had always been extremely generous with her. And because of his extreme politeness Buffy had always ignored the major "Uh-Oh" feelings he radiated.
But it wasn't three months ago, and Quinton wasn't to be trusted anymore it seemed. Buffy's thoughts strayed to the night Angel died, but before the tears could start again a jingling of keys distracted her.
******************************
"Buffy Summers, the state has arranged a defense on your behalf. If you will miss, please follow me." An officer stood addressing her, as two more officers filed in to escort her.
Oh no! Buffy thought sarcastically I'm much more inclined to sit here all day, matter of fact how about all week? I scheduled a pedicure for Monday, but it can be canceled! Standing she grinned as she was led out into the hall. After a short walk the group arrived at a small conference room.
Inside stood 4 armed officers in separate corners, two stuffy men arguing in business suits, and one violently blond haired man in a crisp suit.
The blond man occupied one of the two dingy metal chairs, that were obviously chosen to match the equally grungy table.
On the table was a manila folder, laying open but forgotten for the time being.
Because as startling as the images were, the blond man had turned towards the door, noticing the beautiful blond standing outside it.
But instead of catching her eye, as the cocky blond man was definitely used to doing, Buffy's eyes were on the folder.
Or more specifically on the photograph of a brown haired man, face blue with death, and eyes and mouth open in terror.
The ground shifted and the next thing Buffy saw was the black empty space of unconsciousness.
Well except for the thought process.
So credit me there.
Chapter Written: December 1st 2006
Pairings currently: None
Current rating: C for Cocky Blond Men
A/N: Sorry for the LONG break!
Buffy's eyes flew open at the crack of dawn. She hadn't been asleep, she never slept, but she had played along to block out the whispers. Officers and criminals alike found her presence to be big news, and had continuously commented upon it all night.
As the sun streamed into her cell Buffy's mind carried passing thoughts as to what the day might hold. There was no way Sunnydale's spectacular police force would keep her here permanently, not as an all but convicted murderer.
Wait wasn't she supposed to get a phone call?
Who would she call? Buffy sat indian style on her small cot, back to the gray brick wall thinking. Three months ago if she was in this mess, she would have called Angel. Asked him to put his father on, explained the situation. Quinton had always been extremely generous with her. And because of his extreme politeness Buffy had always ignored the major "Uh-Oh" feelings he radiated.
But it wasn't three months ago, and Quinton wasn't to be trusted anymore it seemed. Buffy's thoughts strayed to the night Angel died, but before the tears could start again a jingling of keys distracted her.
******************************
"Buffy Summers, the state has arranged a defense on your behalf. If you will miss, please follow me." An officer stood addressing her, as two more officers filed in to escort her.
Oh no! Buffy thought sarcastically I'm much more inclined to sit here all day, matter of fact how about all week? I scheduled a pedicure for Monday, but it can be canceled! Standing she grinned as she was led out into the hall. After a short walk the group arrived at a small conference room.
Inside stood 4 armed officers in separate corners, two stuffy men arguing in business suits, and one violently blond haired man in a crisp suit.
The blond man occupied one of the two dingy metal chairs, that were obviously chosen to match the equally grungy table.
On the table was a manila folder, laying open but forgotten for the time being.
Because as startling as the images were, the blond man had turned towards the door, noticing the beautiful blond standing outside it.
But instead of catching her eye, as the cocky blond man was definitely used to doing, Buffy's eyes were on the folder.
Or more specifically on the photograph of a brown haired man, face blue with death, and eyes and mouth open in terror.
The ground shifted and the next thing Buffy saw was the black empty space of unconsciousness.