Nocturnal Bravura Book Three: Children Of Destiny
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
2,349
Reviews:
3
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Currently Reading:
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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.
Epilogue: The Gift
Epilogue: The Gift
Spike Giles looked around the garden. The same garden he had fallen in love with as a young boy. Everything seemed to change in the world over the years but his beloved garden stayed the same.
He had forgotten most of the time just how long he had been on the earth. The only time he did was when he and Lizzie celebrated their anniversary. The anniversary of the day he brought her here for the first time and they made their vows to each other.
It had not been easy at first being a souled vampire. If Lizzie had not been at his side he did not think he would have gotten through it, but somehow he did. And now, here they stood.
The Guardians.
It had been so long ago since that night. He and Lizzie were the only two true witnesses still walking the earth.
The Watcher journals all made William sound like he was this mystical being. That he was not real. They argued that Spike should not have had a twin. Twins classically skipped a generation. Since Jenny and Janna were twins it must have been some sort of magical force that placed William in his mother’s womb.
At times Spike could see the validity in their arguments. The fact that Spike and William as children could never be separated. How they were completely opposite of each other. Even in the way they accepted Lizzie’s feeling that she belonged and loved them both equally.
Everything pointed back to the prophecy.
William was the Keeper.
The Keeper of Spike’s soul.
The Keeper of the Slayer calling until the true line was ready to receive it.
Spike was never a conformist. He refused to give in to the explanations he had heard over the years. William was real. He felt his brother inside of him, at peace and happy. He felt his strength and wisdom guiding him through life, and he felt his love for the girl they both cherished.
Jenny had been right. William was not just the Keeper.
William was a gift…
Lizzie looked up at Spike. She knew he was thinking about William, He always did when they walked in this garden. It had become their ritual when a new child was born.
Instead of the happiness they usually felt. today their hearts were heavy.
All these years later, they understood Jenny’s plea.
It did not seem to shock anyone that Dawn was called. Somewhere in the back of everyone’s mind they had suspected that she had something to do with the Slayer line. What shocked everyone was that Dawn did not die young at the hands of some creature of the night. She died in her bed, an old lady of eighty-three.
The youngest Slayer ever to be called out lived all of her predecessors; happily married to a man named Connor with a son by the name of Rupert Giles, Jr.
Dawn explained had to Connor that all their offspring and the generations to come would always bear the Giles name, married or not.
The Giles name became the most revered and feared name in the history of the eternal fight between good and evil.
Connor accepted it just as he accepted his wife was the Slayer and their son Rupert would be a Watcher. Lizzie and Spike stayed by her side until the very end, fighting the fight and keeping her safe.
When Dawn finally passed they were not surprised when the green cloud lifted out of her and found its way to Rupert Jr.’s 16 year old daughter, Joyce…
The Slayer was an unstoppable force with The Guardians at her side.
Joyce gave birth to Janna
Janna gave birth to Jenny
Jenny gave birth to Willow.
Willow gave birth to Alexandra, named after Xander.
Each child heard the tale of their heritage. Each understood their role. Each knowing no matter what happened to them, Spike and Lizzie would be at their side.
When Willow passed Alexandra was called.
After Alexandra passed her daughter Anya was called.
Anya, much like her namesake, had a strange sense of humor. She too had a daughter. She retained the Giles last name, just as every generation before, but when it came time to name her daughter, she chose the name Randi, after Spike.
Spike groaned but Lizzie found it amusing and sweet.
Randi, not to be out done by her mother, named her daughter Oz.
Oz also seemed to inherit traces of her namesake. She was a woman of few words and kept to herself, only socializing with Spike and Lizzie.
Spike and Lizzie were shocked when she married and had a daughter herself that she named Elizabeth.
Beautiful sweet Elizabeth.
When it came time for Elizabeth to give birth, the only names that were left were William and Dawn.
However it was agreed long ago that William’s name was never to be used.
There was only one William.
The younger Elizabeth thought long and hard about what to name her daughter. She thought of her ancestor Dawn, the first in the legacy of Giles Slayers. She had the same opinion about using Dawn that they had about using William’s name.
There was only one Dawn.
When Elizabeth gave birth to her daughter, a name came to her.
Faith.
Named after the songstress in what now sounded like a distant fairytale.
When Elizabeth passed, Faith was called.
She was more like Spike than any of the other girls. She resented her calling and was rash and impulsive, but Lizzie guided her through it. Finally she relented and did her duty.
Too no one’s shock that Faith never married, but she did have a daughter.
Everyone was shocked when they found out Faith was sick. After all these centuries there were things that modern medicine still could not cure. Faith gave birth and left the earth the same night, but before she left, she gave Lizzie and Spike one final gift.
Lizzie looked down at the baby cradled in her arms. Spike pulled out a large stone with Faith’s name etched on it. He laid it next to the other stones with the names of all their beloved charges.
Dawn, Joyce, Jenny, Willow, Janna, Alexandra, Anya, Randi, and Oz. Even Rupert had a stone. And now Faith. All part of the little girl that long ago came bouncing out of her mother’s jeep ready to take Sunnydale by storm.
Lizzie cradled the baby in her arms. Spike held her from behind.
“How do you think we are going to explain to her that we are vampires?” Lizzie asked.
Spike kissed the top of his mate’s head.
“We are watched their mother’s do it for centuries, luv. I think we’ll muddle through,” Spike whispered.
Lizzie turned in his arms, still looking down at the baby as she marveled over all that she had been blessed with.
She had been given so much. The perfect love of two boys, one that taught her what love was, the other that taught her how to love herself. Both were with her constantly. Guiding her giving her strength Loving her the way they had all those years ago.
She had been given a chance at redemption; the opportunity to watch the world change before her eyes with a mate that was hers eternally.
Their love and devotion for each other was an example to their wards, showing them what true love really meant.
She had been given so many things. A chance to be a teacher, a mentor, and a fighter.
And now this...
The chance to be a mother.
“She will be called one day,” Lizzie said sadly.
Spike nodded. “And we will be right there to keep her safe. But for now, maybe The Powers That Be will be giving us a little break. Give us time to raise this Nibblet. Tell her about the extraordinary stock she comes from. Let her know she was her mother’s last gift to two people that cherished her.”
Lizzie smiled kissing the top of the baby’s head.
Faith’s gift. She had been the only Slayer Lizzie had told her secret to. The loss of her own child. That’s when Faith had known she would name her daughter Tara Elizabeth Giles.
Spike wrapped his arm around his wife and looked at the bundle in her arms. They walked out of the garden shoulder to shoulder, ready for the reprieve they were granted to take care of the child before them. They feared for all the obvious things. How two vampires would raise a mortal child.
What they would tell her. What would they do when she was called. All their fears swirled around them, but they knew that together they could conquer anything.
Both of them stopped and looked at each other, a smile creeping across their faces as they kissed, both remembering Jenny Giles’s words from centuries ago..
“Just have faith. Faith that this will all turn out the way it should....somehow.”
The End
Credits
First to Joss for creating these characters. James Marsters and SMG for providing me the imagery with their incredible chemistry.
The Songs I Used:
Are you Gonna Be My Girl -Jet
Here Comes The Sun- The Beatles
The Dolphins Cry - Live
Hear You Me- Jimmy Eat World
Love Of My Life- Dave Matthews with Santana
When I’m Gone- 3 Doors Down
Do What You Have To Do - Sarah McLaughlin
The Gift - Annie Lennox
Smile - James Marsters
My Sacrifice- Creed
I Love You- Sarah McLaughlin
So Cold- Breaking Benjamin
The Poems
And Death Shall Have No Dominion - Dylan Thomas
Sonnet 129- William Shakespeare.
The quote used in book one Perchance To Dream Her and the last line of the chapter And Death Shall Have No Dominion by Plato.
Thank you to everyone who stayed with me through this long journey!!
Bloodshedbaby for telling me to go for it and fixing all my errors so patiently.
Kari for encouraging me to continue no matter what
Mandi, Kar, and Vamps for shaking those pom poms
And most of all to my brilliant beta Spikeslovebite and Rae for everything!! This story is as much yours as it is mine!!
Spike Giles looked around the garden. The same garden he had fallen in love with as a young boy. Everything seemed to change in the world over the years but his beloved garden stayed the same.
He had forgotten most of the time just how long he had been on the earth. The only time he did was when he and Lizzie celebrated their anniversary. The anniversary of the day he brought her here for the first time and they made their vows to each other.
It had not been easy at first being a souled vampire. If Lizzie had not been at his side he did not think he would have gotten through it, but somehow he did. And now, here they stood.
The Guardians.
It had been so long ago since that night. He and Lizzie were the only two true witnesses still walking the earth.
The Watcher journals all made William sound like he was this mystical being. That he was not real. They argued that Spike should not have had a twin. Twins classically skipped a generation. Since Jenny and Janna were twins it must have been some sort of magical force that placed William in his mother’s womb.
At times Spike could see the validity in their arguments. The fact that Spike and William as children could never be separated. How they were completely opposite of each other. Even in the way they accepted Lizzie’s feeling that she belonged and loved them both equally.
Everything pointed back to the prophecy.
William was the Keeper.
The Keeper of Spike’s soul.
The Keeper of the Slayer calling until the true line was ready to receive it.
Spike was never a conformist. He refused to give in to the explanations he had heard over the years. William was real. He felt his brother inside of him, at peace and happy. He felt his strength and wisdom guiding him through life, and he felt his love for the girl they both cherished.
Jenny had been right. William was not just the Keeper.
William was a gift…
Lizzie looked up at Spike. She knew he was thinking about William, He always did when they walked in this garden. It had become their ritual when a new child was born.
Instead of the happiness they usually felt. today their hearts were heavy.
All these years later, they understood Jenny’s plea.
It did not seem to shock anyone that Dawn was called. Somewhere in the back of everyone’s mind they had suspected that she had something to do with the Slayer line. What shocked everyone was that Dawn did not die young at the hands of some creature of the night. She died in her bed, an old lady of eighty-three.
The youngest Slayer ever to be called out lived all of her predecessors; happily married to a man named Connor with a son by the name of Rupert Giles, Jr.
Dawn explained had to Connor that all their offspring and the generations to come would always bear the Giles name, married or not.
The Giles name became the most revered and feared name in the history of the eternal fight between good and evil.
Connor accepted it just as he accepted his wife was the Slayer and their son Rupert would be a Watcher. Lizzie and Spike stayed by her side until the very end, fighting the fight and keeping her safe.
When Dawn finally passed they were not surprised when the green cloud lifted out of her and found its way to Rupert Jr.’s 16 year old daughter, Joyce…
The Slayer was an unstoppable force with The Guardians at her side.
Joyce gave birth to Janna
Janna gave birth to Jenny
Jenny gave birth to Willow.
Willow gave birth to Alexandra, named after Xander.
Each child heard the tale of their heritage. Each understood their role. Each knowing no matter what happened to them, Spike and Lizzie would be at their side.
When Willow passed Alexandra was called.
After Alexandra passed her daughter Anya was called.
Anya, much like her namesake, had a strange sense of humor. She too had a daughter. She retained the Giles last name, just as every generation before, but when it came time to name her daughter, she chose the name Randi, after Spike.
Spike groaned but Lizzie found it amusing and sweet.
Randi, not to be out done by her mother, named her daughter Oz.
Oz also seemed to inherit traces of her namesake. She was a woman of few words and kept to herself, only socializing with Spike and Lizzie.
Spike and Lizzie were shocked when she married and had a daughter herself that she named Elizabeth.
Beautiful sweet Elizabeth.
When it came time for Elizabeth to give birth, the only names that were left were William and Dawn.
However it was agreed long ago that William’s name was never to be used.
There was only one William.
The younger Elizabeth thought long and hard about what to name her daughter. She thought of her ancestor Dawn, the first in the legacy of Giles Slayers. She had the same opinion about using Dawn that they had about using William’s name.
There was only one Dawn.
When Elizabeth gave birth to her daughter, a name came to her.
Faith.
Named after the songstress in what now sounded like a distant fairytale.
When Elizabeth passed, Faith was called.
She was more like Spike than any of the other girls. She resented her calling and was rash and impulsive, but Lizzie guided her through it. Finally she relented and did her duty.
Too no one’s shock that Faith never married, but she did have a daughter.
Everyone was shocked when they found out Faith was sick. After all these centuries there were things that modern medicine still could not cure. Faith gave birth and left the earth the same night, but before she left, she gave Lizzie and Spike one final gift.
Lizzie looked down at the baby cradled in her arms. Spike pulled out a large stone with Faith’s name etched on it. He laid it next to the other stones with the names of all their beloved charges.
Dawn, Joyce, Jenny, Willow, Janna, Alexandra, Anya, Randi, and Oz. Even Rupert had a stone. And now Faith. All part of the little girl that long ago came bouncing out of her mother’s jeep ready to take Sunnydale by storm.
Lizzie cradled the baby in her arms. Spike held her from behind.
“How do you think we are going to explain to her that we are vampires?” Lizzie asked.
Spike kissed the top of his mate’s head.
“We are watched their mother’s do it for centuries, luv. I think we’ll muddle through,” Spike whispered.
Lizzie turned in his arms, still looking down at the baby as she marveled over all that she had been blessed with.
She had been given so much. The perfect love of two boys, one that taught her what love was, the other that taught her how to love herself. Both were with her constantly. Guiding her giving her strength Loving her the way they had all those years ago.
She had been given a chance at redemption; the opportunity to watch the world change before her eyes with a mate that was hers eternally.
Their love and devotion for each other was an example to their wards, showing them what true love really meant.
She had been given so many things. A chance to be a teacher, a mentor, and a fighter.
And now this...
The chance to be a mother.
“She will be called one day,” Lizzie said sadly.
Spike nodded. “And we will be right there to keep her safe. But for now, maybe The Powers That Be will be giving us a little break. Give us time to raise this Nibblet. Tell her about the extraordinary stock she comes from. Let her know she was her mother’s last gift to two people that cherished her.”
Lizzie smiled kissing the top of the baby’s head.
Faith’s gift. She had been the only Slayer Lizzie had told her secret to. The loss of her own child. That’s when Faith had known she would name her daughter Tara Elizabeth Giles.
Spike wrapped his arm around his wife and looked at the bundle in her arms. They walked out of the garden shoulder to shoulder, ready for the reprieve they were granted to take care of the child before them. They feared for all the obvious things. How two vampires would raise a mortal child.
What they would tell her. What would they do when she was called. All their fears swirled around them, but they knew that together they could conquer anything.
Both of them stopped and looked at each other, a smile creeping across their faces as they kissed, both remembering Jenny Giles’s words from centuries ago..
“Just have faith. Faith that this will all turn out the way it should....somehow.”
The End
Credits
First to Joss for creating these characters. James Marsters and SMG for providing me the imagery with their incredible chemistry.
The Songs I Used:
Are you Gonna Be My Girl -Jet
Here Comes The Sun- The Beatles
The Dolphins Cry - Live
Hear You Me- Jimmy Eat World
Love Of My Life- Dave Matthews with Santana
When I’m Gone- 3 Doors Down
Do What You Have To Do - Sarah McLaughlin
The Gift - Annie Lennox
Smile - James Marsters
My Sacrifice- Creed
I Love You- Sarah McLaughlin
So Cold- Breaking Benjamin
The Poems
And Death Shall Have No Dominion - Dylan Thomas
Sonnet 129- William Shakespeare.
The quote used in book one Perchance To Dream Her and the last line of the chapter And Death Shall Have No Dominion by Plato.
Thank you to everyone who stayed with me through this long journey!!
Bloodshedbaby for telling me to go for it and fixing all my errors so patiently.
Kari for encouraging me to continue no matter what
Mandi, Kar, and Vamps for shaking those pom poms
And most of all to my brilliant beta Spikeslovebite and Rae for everything!! This story is as much yours as it is mine!!