Nocturnal Bravura Book Three: Children Of Destiny
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
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24
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2,328
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The Calling
Author’s note: For those of you who did not know the name of the song in the previous chapter is “Smile” written and performed by the man of our dreams James Marsters.
Chapter 4
The Calling
Lizzie hated nights like this. There was something going on in the Hellmouth. A new Master had risen. William and Rupert told her to stay indoors inn case they needed her later to create another ruse to take down the new Master.
She had told them that there was something special about the latest contender. He was established and feared already. Strangely enough, she had felt his presence.
On more than one occasion she had felt a gnawing pain in her stomach. She wondered if the new Master was of her line. She expressed her fear to both William and Rupert.
Perhaps it was another one of Darla’s Childer coming to avenge her death. The thought alone incited orders from both of the Giles men for Lizzie to stay out of sight. They went as far as having Rupert and Willow place a masking spell over her crypt to prevent anyone that might seek her out from finding her.
She understood they were just trying to protect her, but tonight she felt restless. Pent up. Caged. For the first time since her return, Lizzie felt the need to hunt. She felt the night calling to her demon. Not to feed, but to search out the new Master them self.
If they were of her line it would be natural for her to feel them. But there was something else. The desire, the want to truly be connected to something in her undead life.
Lizzie groaned and lay down, a million thoughts running through her head. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to calm her demon. She felt confused. Afraid.
Because the demon within her was longing for its mate…
**
Spike leaned back in his chair. He sat in the banquet hall watching his minions torture their latest prize. Their bloodlust amused him. They were truly like animals with no control over their demon. They bit and snapped, ripping their prey into shreds. He wondered if all his nights before had been like this.
He closed his eyes taking a deep breath. From deep within he heard a growl. It grew louder until it vibrated in his ears. His demon was awaking within him, demanding to be heard. This was not a growl of hunger, but of want and desire; a raw desire that demanded to be sated at once.
His minions watched as he flung himself out of his chair, his eyes flashing yellow.
Without a word, he threw on the long black leather treasure his minions had gifted him with and whirled out of the room, the duster billowing behind him.
Spike stalked out into the night. He was chasing after something. Hunting it. He was unsure of what he sought, but it called to him. Beckoned him. His demon once again cried out in agony, raging against him, causing him to double over for a moment as he fought to keep it at bay.
Nothing worked. He felt his body move forward as if it were no longer being controlled by his own volition.
Everything blurred past him; trees, bushes, headstones. He come into the cemetery now and tore through it like a mad man. His face shifted, his fangs elongated. Finally he gained some control of his senses and found himself standing in front of a crypt.
He did not sense anything in the area. However he thought he could feel something inside. The thing that he was seeking felt like it was right behind the door. Still he could not bring himself to go in.
***
Lizzie bolted up, feeling something near. She touched the bite marks on her neck. She tried to stand and found herself on her knees; the ache inside was so great it had become a searing pain. She shut her eyes tightly as her demon growled savagely. She gasped as she felt her face shift without provocation. Forcing herself to her feet, she slowly climbed the ladder to the upper level of the crypt. Midway she had to stop because she was shaking uncontrollably. She cried out, fighting to regain her strength. Flinging herself the rest of the way up, she lay and stared at the door.
Moving slowly, she gained her feet and walked over to it. Her demon roared and she was suddenly terrified. She had never felt anything like this. The burning. The aching desire.
Reaching the door she pressed the entire length of her body against it and lay a shaking hand just above the handle.
***
He felt something move on the other side of the door. Spike’s entire body tensed, his demon growling and snapping within for him to make his move.
Pressing himself against the door, Spike put his hand above the door handle, fighting to regain control of his senses...
**
Lizzie took a few steps back, her body still trembling. Everything inside her screamed to open the door. Finally mustering up all her strength and courage, she flung the door open and stepped out of the crypt.
Nothing.
The gnawing pain inside finally stilled. Her demon rolled over once and was still as her face shifted back. She looked around, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Something was here, though. She felt it. Lifting her head, she breathed in; trying to track its scent.
Lizzie felt something behind her and tensed, ready to attack her would be predator. She reared back her fist just as familiar arms snaked around her waist.
“Just me, pet.”
Lizzie gasped and let out a sigh of relief. “William” She sighed, wrapping her arms around him.
William felt the tightness of her grip and was instantly concerned. “Lizzie, what is it?”
Lizzie nuzzled her face into his chest, shaking her head furiously. “Don’t know. I felt something tonight. It just... I can’t explain it.”
“I’m here, now. It’s all right.” He took her face in his hands and kissed her gently.
“I’m always safe with you,” Lizzie said with a soft smile.
“I was worried about you. I know I shouldn’t be, but I was,” William explained.
She looked up at him, confused. “Why?” she asked.
“Long story,” William replied.
When she would have buried herself against him once more, he tipped her chin up and kissed her once more. “Stay with me tonight at the house,” William said, smiling mischievously.
Lizzie wrapped her arms around his neck and smirked at him. “And I should because..?”
“Just in case some big nasty wants to come and take a bite out of little ole me,” William teased.
“I have a feeling you could handle yourself,” Lizzie argued playfully.
“Okay, something more practical then. The Scoobies are all there and we have some information we need to share with you. It may take awhile. Besides, the Bit misses you. Hasn’t given me a moments peace,” William said.
“Low, Will! Using my sister so you can have your wicked way with me,” she laughed.
William chuckled. “Damn, you’ve figured me out already!” He reached out a hand to her. “Coming, pet?”
Lizzie sighed, admitting defeat. “Just don’t hog the covers,” she teased. “And there had better be pizza!”
William pulled her along. “Whatever your heart desires, luv.”
She had taken his hand and started walking by his side when she suddenly whipped back around. Her eyes were wide and expectant as she tested the air.
“What is it?” William asked.
“I don’t know, it just feels like something is...”
“We can have a look around if you like. I do feel a vamp but it could just be you,” William said, looking in the same direction as Lizzie. He did feel something strange, but he couldn’t be entirely sure that he wasn’t just picking up on her mood. She seemed fearful and out of sorts and it bothered him. One way or another he was going to get it out of her.
Lizzie watched the shadows for a few more minutes. A part of her wanted to go and search the cemetery for the thing that had been at her door. Another part of her shuddered in fear of what she might find. What if it was the new Master? What if Willow’s spell wasn’t working? She knew she would have to tell everyone what had happened. She hated to think of what it would do it William.
Finally she made her decision, shaking her head. “Never mind, let’s go.”
William flung his arm around Lizzie’s shoulder as she wrapped both her arms around him and snuggled up to his side.
“Protecting me from things that go bump in the night?” William asked.
Lizzie giggled. “Right! Tell me again what your occupation is Slayer?” She teased, emphasizing the last word.
They laughed together, the sound drifting through the stillness of the night.
Neither of them saw the figure staring at them from the shadows.
Chapter 4
The Calling
Lizzie hated nights like this. There was something going on in the Hellmouth. A new Master had risen. William and Rupert told her to stay indoors inn case they needed her later to create another ruse to take down the new Master.
She had told them that there was something special about the latest contender. He was established and feared already. Strangely enough, she had felt his presence.
On more than one occasion she had felt a gnawing pain in her stomach. She wondered if the new Master was of her line. She expressed her fear to both William and Rupert.
Perhaps it was another one of Darla’s Childer coming to avenge her death. The thought alone incited orders from both of the Giles men for Lizzie to stay out of sight. They went as far as having Rupert and Willow place a masking spell over her crypt to prevent anyone that might seek her out from finding her.
She understood they were just trying to protect her, but tonight she felt restless. Pent up. Caged. For the first time since her return, Lizzie felt the need to hunt. She felt the night calling to her demon. Not to feed, but to search out the new Master them self.
If they were of her line it would be natural for her to feel them. But there was something else. The desire, the want to truly be connected to something in her undead life.
Lizzie groaned and lay down, a million thoughts running through her head. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to calm her demon. She felt confused. Afraid.
Because the demon within her was longing for its mate…
**
Spike leaned back in his chair. He sat in the banquet hall watching his minions torture their latest prize. Their bloodlust amused him. They were truly like animals with no control over their demon. They bit and snapped, ripping their prey into shreds. He wondered if all his nights before had been like this.
He closed his eyes taking a deep breath. From deep within he heard a growl. It grew louder until it vibrated in his ears. His demon was awaking within him, demanding to be heard. This was not a growl of hunger, but of want and desire; a raw desire that demanded to be sated at once.
His minions watched as he flung himself out of his chair, his eyes flashing yellow.
Without a word, he threw on the long black leather treasure his minions had gifted him with and whirled out of the room, the duster billowing behind him.
Spike stalked out into the night. He was chasing after something. Hunting it. He was unsure of what he sought, but it called to him. Beckoned him. His demon once again cried out in agony, raging against him, causing him to double over for a moment as he fought to keep it at bay.
Nothing worked. He felt his body move forward as if it were no longer being controlled by his own volition.
Everything blurred past him; trees, bushes, headstones. He come into the cemetery now and tore through it like a mad man. His face shifted, his fangs elongated. Finally he gained some control of his senses and found himself standing in front of a crypt.
He did not sense anything in the area. However he thought he could feel something inside. The thing that he was seeking felt like it was right behind the door. Still he could not bring himself to go in.
***
Lizzie bolted up, feeling something near. She touched the bite marks on her neck. She tried to stand and found herself on her knees; the ache inside was so great it had become a searing pain. She shut her eyes tightly as her demon growled savagely. She gasped as she felt her face shift without provocation. Forcing herself to her feet, she slowly climbed the ladder to the upper level of the crypt. Midway she had to stop because she was shaking uncontrollably. She cried out, fighting to regain her strength. Flinging herself the rest of the way up, she lay and stared at the door.
Moving slowly, she gained her feet and walked over to it. Her demon roared and she was suddenly terrified. She had never felt anything like this. The burning. The aching desire.
Reaching the door she pressed the entire length of her body against it and lay a shaking hand just above the handle.
***
He felt something move on the other side of the door. Spike’s entire body tensed, his demon growling and snapping within for him to make his move.
Pressing himself against the door, Spike put his hand above the door handle, fighting to regain control of his senses...
**
Lizzie took a few steps back, her body still trembling. Everything inside her screamed to open the door. Finally mustering up all her strength and courage, she flung the door open and stepped out of the crypt.
Nothing.
The gnawing pain inside finally stilled. Her demon rolled over once and was still as her face shifted back. She looked around, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Something was here, though. She felt it. Lifting her head, she breathed in; trying to track its scent.
Lizzie felt something behind her and tensed, ready to attack her would be predator. She reared back her fist just as familiar arms snaked around her waist.
“Just me, pet.”
Lizzie gasped and let out a sigh of relief. “William” She sighed, wrapping her arms around him.
William felt the tightness of her grip and was instantly concerned. “Lizzie, what is it?”
Lizzie nuzzled her face into his chest, shaking her head furiously. “Don’t know. I felt something tonight. It just... I can’t explain it.”
“I’m here, now. It’s all right.” He took her face in his hands and kissed her gently.
“I’m always safe with you,” Lizzie said with a soft smile.
“I was worried about you. I know I shouldn’t be, but I was,” William explained.
She looked up at him, confused. “Why?” she asked.
“Long story,” William replied.
When she would have buried herself against him once more, he tipped her chin up and kissed her once more. “Stay with me tonight at the house,” William said, smiling mischievously.
Lizzie wrapped her arms around his neck and smirked at him. “And I should because..?”
“Just in case some big nasty wants to come and take a bite out of little ole me,” William teased.
“I have a feeling you could handle yourself,” Lizzie argued playfully.
“Okay, something more practical then. The Scoobies are all there and we have some information we need to share with you. It may take awhile. Besides, the Bit misses you. Hasn’t given me a moments peace,” William said.
“Low, Will! Using my sister so you can have your wicked way with me,” she laughed.
William chuckled. “Damn, you’ve figured me out already!” He reached out a hand to her. “Coming, pet?”
Lizzie sighed, admitting defeat. “Just don’t hog the covers,” she teased. “And there had better be pizza!”
William pulled her along. “Whatever your heart desires, luv.”
She had taken his hand and started walking by his side when she suddenly whipped back around. Her eyes were wide and expectant as she tested the air.
“What is it?” William asked.
“I don’t know, it just feels like something is...”
“We can have a look around if you like. I do feel a vamp but it could just be you,” William said, looking in the same direction as Lizzie. He did feel something strange, but he couldn’t be entirely sure that he wasn’t just picking up on her mood. She seemed fearful and out of sorts and it bothered him. One way or another he was going to get it out of her.
Lizzie watched the shadows for a few more minutes. A part of her wanted to go and search the cemetery for the thing that had been at her door. Another part of her shuddered in fear of what she might find. What if it was the new Master? What if Willow’s spell wasn’t working? She knew she would have to tell everyone what had happened. She hated to think of what it would do it William.
Finally she made her decision, shaking her head. “Never mind, let’s go.”
William flung his arm around Lizzie’s shoulder as she wrapped both her arms around him and snuggled up to his side.
“Protecting me from things that go bump in the night?” William asked.
Lizzie giggled. “Right! Tell me again what your occupation is Slayer?” She teased, emphasizing the last word.
They laughed together, the sound drifting through the stillness of the night.
Neither of them saw the figure staring at them from the shadows.