Love in Liverpool
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,469
Reviews:
17
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.
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy do not belong to me. The poem in this chapter also does not belong to me; it belongs to Sheelagh Lennon.
This story takes pace in 1783, NOT 1873! I realized that I had typed the date wrong after I posted the story, but the mistake has been fixed. I just wanted to point that out to stop any confusion.
Chapter 2:
William awoke late the next morning.
When he finally did open his eyes he was nearly blinded by the sun, which was shining merrily through his window. He got u with a groan, got dressed, opened his bedroom door, and nearly collided with Harmony.
“Oh, William, you’re awake!” she exclaimed. “I was so sad because I didn’t get to see you last night when you came home, and then you didn’t come to breakfast...” her voice trailed off as her fingers began to play with the collar of his shirt.
William took hold of Harmony’s wrists and brought her hands away from his shirt. “I was extremely tired when I returned home last night, so you must understand why I slept late into the day,” he said, desperate to get away from her.
“I guess,” Harmony said with a pout. As soon as William’s hands left her wrists she began to pull at the part of his shirt that was just above his waist line. “I got a new nightgown yesterday William, and I want to show it to you. I want you to tell me if it looks pretty on me.”
William decided that he liked Harmony best when she was very far away from him. “Perhaps later,” he said quickly as he moved away from her hands. “I have things that I must attend to first.”
William was able to make his way down the stairs before he let out a relieved sigh. He was quite sure that Harmony had gone into his room to search through his things, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. At that moment the only person on his mind was Cecily.
Harmony had been clinging to him the way that he wished tat Cecily would. Cecily’s eyes still haunted him, but he wasn’t sure if it was because of her cruel words or because he still loved her. Was there any hope left? William didn’t know anymore. After a night’s sleep all hope that he had retained the night before seemed to have melted away while he slept.
“Master William?”
William turned slowly to face Bethany, who was leaning out of the kitchen doorway. “Yes Bethany, what is it?” he asked.
“Your mother wanted to talk to you as soon as you have had something to eat. I can fix you up a plate now if you would like me to.”
William felt the twinges of hunger start to gnaw at his stomach, but he shook his head; he really didn’t feel like eating. “Thank you Bethany, but I am not hungry. I will go up to speak to her now.”
“Alright, Master William,” Bethany said reluctantly, “just tell me when you are hungry and I’ll get you something to eat.”
William thanked her before making hi way up to his parent’s room. His pace was slow because he did not know what to say to his mother. He didn’t want to disappoint her, for she was already weak with her illness. He knocked softly on her bedroom door, before entering quietly. “Mother,” he said,” how are you feeling today?”
His mother was sitting propped up on the bed with a pile of pillows. Even though it was still summer she had the thick winter quilts pulled up to her chin. “You sound like those stuffy old doctors that your father has hired,” she said with a small cough. “Come here and sit by me so we can talk.” She patted the bed next to her lightly, and smiled as he complied.
“Really mother,” William said as he sat down net to her. He took hold of her hand and kissed it softly. “I want to know how you are feeling. I worry about your health.”
“I am feeling fine,” his mother replied, though he could tell that she was holding back a cough. “Your father is angry with me though, because I kept him up all night with my coughing.” As she finished speaking a violent cough racked her frail body. William took a clean handkerchief from the bedside table and handed it to his mother. She wiped the spittle and blood from her mouth, and sighed as she let her hands fall to her lap.
Where is father?” William asked.
“Oh, he had a meeting this morning with the nobles that just recently took up residence here. What is their name? It starts with an ‘s’.”
“Summers,” William answered.
“Yes, yes that’s it,” his mother said, “ but enough about that. I want to hear about the party that you went to last night.” She saw William’s expression turn to one of pain and despair, and she wanted to take back her words. “Oh William, darling, what happened?”
“I told Cecily that I loved her,” he said slowly. “She turned me down.” He grasped his mother’s hand just a little bit tighter as he continued. “She said that I am filthy, and that I am beneath her.”
“Oh William, that isn’t true!” His mother exclaimed. “You are not beneath her, and you are definitely not filthy. If anything, Cecily is beneath you. She is not worthy of the love you hold for her.”
“That isn’t what you said before,” William said, and to his shame a tear rolled down his cheek. “You told me that I had a chance with Cecily! You said that she was my perfect match.”
“I did not know then what I know now,” His mother said. She coughed violently, and pressed the handkerchief to her mouth to stifle the sound. “You are perfect William, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” Her voice was hoarse, and she frowned slightly at the sound of it.
“I will get you a glass of water,” William said and he began to rise.
“No,” his mother said firmly. “We are not yet done with our talk.” William sat back down on the bed to listen. “There will be another woman, William, never doubt that. You and Cecily were not meant to be, and though you may not see that now, you will understand later.”
“Who, mother? What other woman would ever love me? Everyone thinks of me as a fool, and nothing I do will change that. The nobles think of me as a horrible poet that doesn’t belong, and there are no other acceptable middle-class families in this area. I am twenty five years old mother, and I should have already taken a wife.”
“There will be another woman that attracts your attention, William.”
“The only woman that is showing the slightest bit of positive attention to me is Harmony, and I–“
“You will not settle for a tramp like Harmony!” His mother exclaimed, cutting him off. “You will meet someone William, I promise you, but you will have to wait.” William turned his face away from her and she sighed. “I do hate it so when we argue, so let us stop. Recite one of your poems to me William, I do so love to hear them.”
“My poems are horrible. Everyone thinks so,” William said, still not looking at his mother.
“They just don’t understand your poetry because they are so simple-minded,” his mother said soothingly. “People tend to dislike things that they can’t understand.”
William finally turned to look at her, and his lips turned up in a slight grin at her smiling expression. “Alright mother, what kind of poem would you like to hear?”
“A love poem,” his mother said as she leaned back onto the pillows behind her. Her brown curly hair, a trait that William inherited from her, spread out on the pillows behind her as a sort of crown that made William’s smile widen. “Let’s hear it then.”
William cleared his throat:
“A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in it’s womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may bread
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.”
His mother smiled dreamily when he finished. “That was lovely William,” she said. “You know, I think I would like a glass of water now.”
William smiled and shook his head. “Yes mother, I will go and get that for you.”
AN: Thank you to everyone who reviewed: Rae, Not Even Jail, MarzBar, klylu, Lori, Lucysky, Jenn, feistypumpkin, & Mariana.
This story takes pace in 1783, NOT 1873! I realized that I had typed the date wrong after I posted the story, but the mistake has been fixed. I just wanted to point that out to stop any confusion.
Chapter 2:
William awoke late the next morning.
When he finally did open his eyes he was nearly blinded by the sun, which was shining merrily through his window. He got u with a groan, got dressed, opened his bedroom door, and nearly collided with Harmony.
“Oh, William, you’re awake!” she exclaimed. “I was so sad because I didn’t get to see you last night when you came home, and then you didn’t come to breakfast...” her voice trailed off as her fingers began to play with the collar of his shirt.
William took hold of Harmony’s wrists and brought her hands away from his shirt. “I was extremely tired when I returned home last night, so you must understand why I slept late into the day,” he said, desperate to get away from her.
“I guess,” Harmony said with a pout. As soon as William’s hands left her wrists she began to pull at the part of his shirt that was just above his waist line. “I got a new nightgown yesterday William, and I want to show it to you. I want you to tell me if it looks pretty on me.”
William decided that he liked Harmony best when she was very far away from him. “Perhaps later,” he said quickly as he moved away from her hands. “I have things that I must attend to first.”
William was able to make his way down the stairs before he let out a relieved sigh. He was quite sure that Harmony had gone into his room to search through his things, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. At that moment the only person on his mind was Cecily.
Harmony had been clinging to him the way that he wished tat Cecily would. Cecily’s eyes still haunted him, but he wasn’t sure if it was because of her cruel words or because he still loved her. Was there any hope left? William didn’t know anymore. After a night’s sleep all hope that he had retained the night before seemed to have melted away while he slept.
“Master William?”
William turned slowly to face Bethany, who was leaning out of the kitchen doorway. “Yes Bethany, what is it?” he asked.
“Your mother wanted to talk to you as soon as you have had something to eat. I can fix you up a plate now if you would like me to.”
William felt the twinges of hunger start to gnaw at his stomach, but he shook his head; he really didn’t feel like eating. “Thank you Bethany, but I am not hungry. I will go up to speak to her now.”
“Alright, Master William,” Bethany said reluctantly, “just tell me when you are hungry and I’ll get you something to eat.”
William thanked her before making hi way up to his parent’s room. His pace was slow because he did not know what to say to his mother. He didn’t want to disappoint her, for she was already weak with her illness. He knocked softly on her bedroom door, before entering quietly. “Mother,” he said,” how are you feeling today?”
His mother was sitting propped up on the bed with a pile of pillows. Even though it was still summer she had the thick winter quilts pulled up to her chin. “You sound like those stuffy old doctors that your father has hired,” she said with a small cough. “Come here and sit by me so we can talk.” She patted the bed next to her lightly, and smiled as he complied.
“Really mother,” William said as he sat down net to her. He took hold of her hand and kissed it softly. “I want to know how you are feeling. I worry about your health.”
“I am feeling fine,” his mother replied, though he could tell that she was holding back a cough. “Your father is angry with me though, because I kept him up all night with my coughing.” As she finished speaking a violent cough racked her frail body. William took a clean handkerchief from the bedside table and handed it to his mother. She wiped the spittle and blood from her mouth, and sighed as she let her hands fall to her lap.
Where is father?” William asked.
“Oh, he had a meeting this morning with the nobles that just recently took up residence here. What is their name? It starts with an ‘s’.”
“Summers,” William answered.
“Yes, yes that’s it,” his mother said, “ but enough about that. I want to hear about the party that you went to last night.” She saw William’s expression turn to one of pain and despair, and she wanted to take back her words. “Oh William, darling, what happened?”
“I told Cecily that I loved her,” he said slowly. “She turned me down.” He grasped his mother’s hand just a little bit tighter as he continued. “She said that I am filthy, and that I am beneath her.”
“Oh William, that isn’t true!” His mother exclaimed. “You are not beneath her, and you are definitely not filthy. If anything, Cecily is beneath you. She is not worthy of the love you hold for her.”
“That isn’t what you said before,” William said, and to his shame a tear rolled down his cheek. “You told me that I had a chance with Cecily! You said that she was my perfect match.”
“I did not know then what I know now,” His mother said. She coughed violently, and pressed the handkerchief to her mouth to stifle the sound. “You are perfect William, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” Her voice was hoarse, and she frowned slightly at the sound of it.
“I will get you a glass of water,” William said and he began to rise.
“No,” his mother said firmly. “We are not yet done with our talk.” William sat back down on the bed to listen. “There will be another woman, William, never doubt that. You and Cecily were not meant to be, and though you may not see that now, you will understand later.”
“Who, mother? What other woman would ever love me? Everyone thinks of me as a fool, and nothing I do will change that. The nobles think of me as a horrible poet that doesn’t belong, and there are no other acceptable middle-class families in this area. I am twenty five years old mother, and I should have already taken a wife.”
“There will be another woman that attracts your attention, William.”
“The only woman that is showing the slightest bit of positive attention to me is Harmony, and I–“
“You will not settle for a tramp like Harmony!” His mother exclaimed, cutting him off. “You will meet someone William, I promise you, but you will have to wait.” William turned his face away from her and she sighed. “I do hate it so when we argue, so let us stop. Recite one of your poems to me William, I do so love to hear them.”
“My poems are horrible. Everyone thinks so,” William said, still not looking at his mother.
“They just don’t understand your poetry because they are so simple-minded,” his mother said soothingly. “People tend to dislike things that they can’t understand.”
William finally turned to look at her, and his lips turned up in a slight grin at her smiling expression. “Alright mother, what kind of poem would you like to hear?”
“A love poem,” his mother said as she leaned back onto the pillows behind her. Her brown curly hair, a trait that William inherited from her, spread out on the pillows behind her as a sort of crown that made William’s smile widen. “Let’s hear it then.”
William cleared his throat:
“A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in it’s womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may bread
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.”
His mother smiled dreamily when he finished. “That was lovely William,” she said. “You know, I think I would like a glass of water now.”
William smiled and shook his head. “Yes mother, I will go and get that for you.”
AN: Thank you to everyone who reviewed: Rae, Not Even Jail, MarzBar, klylu, Lori, Lucysky, Jenn, feistypumpkin, & Mariana.