Family of Eternity
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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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10,315
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35
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Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Buffy wandered into the kitchen and put down the mug, still deep in thought. She could think of it for sex. She remembered from Giles that vampire lovers often fed off of each other, which had thoroughly icked her out at the time.
Suddenly she was envisioning what he could do to her with that cool body. When he had started licking her fingers, her body started to tingle with arousal. Her mind drifted back to the book he had replaced. Poetry was a big downfall for her. She almost wished he would read something to her. She smiled, an entertaining thought of taking him right now on her mind. It was a fleeting thought but she caught herself blushing as her mind had wandered further.
To say that she had been angry, bordering on furious when she learned that Spike had turned against them would have been putting it mildly. Still, she couldn’t look over the fact that one: he was a vampire so it wasn’t entirely unexpected. Two: he was stuck and Adam obviously offered him the out to his chip problem. And most importantly, three: not one of her gang, including herself, had offered to help him or to at least be there for him.
She snapped out of it and regained her original train of thought. She thought about the fear in his eyes. The way he flinched away when anyone tried to touch him. That wasn’t normal. That dream she’d had flittered across her memory, making her doubt how much of a dream and more of reality it had been. Plus, the bite marks. Buffy frowned, her thoughts growing dark.
< My vampire...no one gets to pummel his annoying ass but me.> The possessive thoughts were surprising and slightly alarming but she decided it just wasn’t worth worrying about. And it’s not like she hadn’t had these kinds of thoughts about the bleach menace before. He had obviously been violated and realized there might be a lasting effect from this. She also decided not to tell her mother. She would go ballistic.
So, Spike had been hurt and there seemed to be a good chance that he was going to be scared for more than just a few hours. So, what to do? They couldn’t just dump him back at his crypt no matter what he’d done with Adam. He’d betrayed them and he was going to have to make up for it. Still, it didn’t mean they couldn’t be civil in the mean time. Truce.
Then ‘Faith’ decided to put in her two cents worth. < Give it up, girl, it can’t just be about a truce. He won’t trust a brief cease fire. It’s time to face the facts for once in your life. You like him...a lot. He could be really important to you if you give him a chance. Remember the vision?>
Putting her thoughts to rest, she sighed and went to the phone and dialed the number she knew by heart. After three rings it hit the machine and she blew a stray hair out of her face. Waiting a few seconds for the beep, “Hey Wills, I’m at my mom’s...listen, could you come by and bring some more pig’s blood? I’ll explain when you get here.”
Hanging up the phone, she sat down heavily into the sofa and closed her eyes.
***
Joyce leaned against the doorway and watched as Spike tossed and turned in his sleep. She wouldn’t say anything but she was very worried about him. He was a very independent creature and now suddenly he was so seemingly helpless. She listened as he whimpered softly and buried his head into the pillows. A strong need to go in there and comfort him threatened to overwhelm her but she resisted. He’d resent coddling and she knew it.
When Buffy had gone back downstairs she had carefully disinfected and bandaged the wounds on his neck. He’d slept through the whole process. She’d also taken care of the trash can, deciding to just throw it away.
Taking the pill bottle out of her pocket, she quietly crept over and knelt down next to the bed. As if sensing her his eyes opened, though he visibly shrank from the pills, “It’s alright dear, just a Valium to help calm you.”
After a moment he gave her a small smile, “It’ll take more than one to work on a vamp, mum.”
She gave him a small smile, “Actually these are for demons. I told my doctor your weight and type and he gave me these.” His eyes flickered with fear for just a moment, “I promise it won’t make you sleep, dear. It’s just to calm you down. It might even help with your dreams.”
He nearly pouted at her before sitting up just enough to sullenly take the pill and swallow it. She gave him a glass of water and he sipped it before laying back down. He felt the tension flow out of him, his turmolous thoughts easing for the first time in what seemed like days. Sighing softly, she tiptoed back across the room and reached for the doorknob, “Mum?”
Turning, looking back at a groggy vampire who was looking at her worriedly, “Yes dear?”
He smiled just a little, again just as shyly, “Soldier boy’s not around, right?”
Forcing down the grimace whenever she thought about Riley Finn. Only for Buffy was she civil with him but there had been something about his Iowa smile and farm boy actions that made her uneasy, “No Spike, he’s not.”
He yawned and nodded, sinking back into the pillow and snuggling as he closed his eyes, “Don’t let him in, mum...something not...right...’bout him...” She couldn’t agree more but remained silent as she watched him relax, “Mum?”
Smiling gently though he couldn’t see her, “Yes?”
“...thanks...” Only when he was asleep once more did she open the door and slowly close it behind her. She’d already made sure the blinds and curtains were pulled to keep him out of danger. Putting away the first aide kit, she headed back downstairs and retrieved some tea for herself. She came back into the living room and smiled to see Buffy sleeping on the couch. She pulled an afghan off the side and over her daughter’s form.
Sitting down in the dining room, putting her tea on the table, Joyce silently thought about things. About life. About how things had gone for all of them. It occurred to her she should call the gallery and call in sick but she just didn’t have the energy. With a sigh she put her head in her hands to ward off the headache slowly developing. Her eyes closed, she missed the swirl of green that encompassed her daughter and slowly ascended the stairs to the upstairs bedroom.
***
The bus ride had been long and tedious but the plane had been worse. Currently, the brunette sitting by the
window of the Greyhound was not in the mood for the obnoxious toad staring at her neck like a starving man. It was quite obvious to her he was a vampire, and an idiot at that. What moron hops onto a bus while its still daylight? She’d silently laughed the number of times he’d had to duck to avoid the changing of the sun’s path.
She breathed a sigh of relief when the vehicle finally stopped. Her plan was to be subtle. Arrive into town without incident, survey the natives and if he wasn’t here, toddle on her merry way. The only reason she was even in this miserable town was the rumor that he was here.
The doors to the bus opened and there was a collective sigh as passengers filed off. The heavy breather beside her was standing on her last nerve. She tried her best to breeze past him but he just wouldn’t get out of the way. He kept standing in front or to the side, brushing up against her and making her skin crawl. Narrowing her eyes, she used a fraction of her strength and pushed him out of her way. He stumbled into some of the other grumbling passengers. His head jerked around, golden eyes flashing as he snarled at her in outrage. With a smile she turned to exit but was halted by a heavy hand on her shoulder, “Hey...that wasn’t nice, bitch. Don’t you know who I am?”
Her head snapped around, fangs descending and eyes glowing silver. His jaw slackened open, a truly ridiculous
look on a vamped face, “Dinner?”
With speed that couldn’t be followed, her head darted for his neck, tearing into his flesh and drinking until he turned to dust. She ignored the cowering humans still left on the bus as she slung her bag over her shoulder. Glancing at them and smiling through bloody fangs and her silver eyes flashing, “Welcome to the Hellmouth, folks...everyone off.”
***
Buffy twitched in her sleep, a frown marring her face as reality faded to her dream world. She looked around in confusion at the hazy surroundings. She could hear soft cries from one side and started running to investigate. She was the slayer after all. She found a group of people standing in a line, throwing barbs and harsh threats to a huddled figure on the ground before them. Their ranks were slowly tightening around him, threatening with their words but so far not touching.
“You’re useless, roller boy.”
“Nothing but a lowly vamp we should have dusted years ago.”
“Not like daddy. Never like my Angel.”
“Bloody awful poet.”
“She’ll never be your’s.”
“You’re beneath me, William.”
Buffy flinched, remembering from her vision the very words from her own mouth in another lifetime. And in this one, too. Dammit. She growled and charged forward, forcing her way through the crowd until Spike was at her feet. She knelt down and engulfed him in a tight hug, whispering and rocking him in her arms, “You’re safe with me. I won’t let them hurt you again.”
She pulled back a little to see his face. His eyes were squeezed shut tightly. Every wiry muscle in his body was twitching and shaking as he fought to keep a hold of his emotions. She’d never seen him like this. He never just lied down and took anything, not from anyone. Even with the chip in his head, when he couldn’t use his fists, he used his mouth.
She glanced up to see the group silently watching them. Drusilla in a rather funky Hispanic dress. Angelus. Xander in his Hawaiian shirt. Some girl she didn’t know in olden style clothing. Riley Finn in his soldier attire. All of them were watching them both. No expression, just staring at her. She didn’t even know her eyes were flashing silver, “Go away.”
And they did. They were suddenly not there and she knew this was a dream. The question is, who’s dream was it? She looked back down at the shivering form curled up against her and ran a hand through his hair. It was suddenly curious to her. After all the things that he’d done to his hair it was still so soft. He looked up at her suddenly and whimpered, “Don’t leave.”
Frowning, tilting her head a little, “I...I won’t.” She nodded just a little, decisively, and held him closer while gently rocking him. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in the crook of her neck. After several moments he gave a soft sigh and relaxed.
“Buffy?”
Blinking in surprise, she jerked away from under the afghan to see Willow standing behind the couch with a cooler of blood. She was biting into her lower lip, silently wondering what was going on. Yawning and smiling at her friend, she led the redhead into the kitchen to stash the blood and have a little talk.
Buffy wandered into the kitchen and put down the mug, still deep in thought.
Suddenly she was envisioning what he could do to her with that cool body. When he had started licking her fingers, her body started to tingle with arousal. Her mind drifted back to the book he had replaced. Poetry was a big downfall for her. She almost wished he would read something to her. She smiled, an entertaining thought of taking him right now on her mind. It was a fleeting thought but she caught herself blushing as her mind had wandered further.
To say that she had been angry, bordering on furious when she learned that Spike had turned against them would have been putting it mildly. Still, she couldn’t look over the fact that one: he was a vampire so it wasn’t entirely unexpected. Two: he was stuck and Adam obviously offered him the out to his chip problem. And most importantly, three: not one of her gang, including herself, had offered to help him or to at least be there for him.
She snapped out of it and regained her original train of thought. She thought about the fear in his eyes. The way he flinched away when anyone tried to touch him. That wasn’t normal. That dream she’d had flittered across her memory, making her doubt how much of a dream and more of reality it had been. Plus, the bite marks. Buffy frowned, her thoughts growing dark.
< My vampire...no one gets to pummel his annoying ass but me.> The possessive thoughts were surprising and slightly alarming but she decided it just wasn’t worth worrying about. And it’s not like she hadn’t had these kinds of thoughts about the bleach menace before. He had obviously been violated and realized there might be a lasting effect from this. She also decided not to tell her mother. She would go ballistic.
So, Spike had been hurt and there seemed to be a good chance that he was going to be scared for more than just a few hours. So, what to do? They couldn’t just dump him back at his crypt no matter what he’d done with Adam. He’d betrayed them and he was going to have to make up for it. Still, it didn’t mean they couldn’t be civil in the mean time. Truce.
Then ‘Faith’ decided to put in her two cents worth. < Give it up, girl, it can’t just be about a truce. He won’t trust a brief cease fire. It’s time to face the facts for once in your life. You like him...a lot. He could be really important to you if you give him a chance. Remember the vision?>
Putting her thoughts to rest, she sighed and went to the phone and dialed the number she knew by heart. After three rings it hit the machine and she blew a stray hair out of her face. Waiting a few seconds for the beep, “Hey Wills, I’m at my mom’s...listen, could you come by and bring some more pig’s blood? I’ll explain when you get here.”
Hanging up the phone, she sat down heavily into the sofa and closed her eyes.
***
Joyce leaned against the doorway and watched as Spike tossed and turned in his sleep. She wouldn’t say anything but she was very worried about him. He was a very independent creature and now suddenly he was so seemingly helpless. She listened as he whimpered softly and buried his head into the pillows. A strong need to go in there and comfort him threatened to overwhelm her but she resisted. He’d resent coddling and she knew it.
When Buffy had gone back downstairs she had carefully disinfected and bandaged the wounds on his neck. He’d slept through the whole process. She’d also taken care of the trash can, deciding to just throw it away.
Taking the pill bottle out of her pocket, she quietly crept over and knelt down next to the bed. As if sensing her his eyes opened, though he visibly shrank from the pills, “It’s alright dear, just a Valium to help calm you.”
After a moment he gave her a small smile, “It’ll take more than one to work on a vamp, mum.”
She gave him a small smile, “Actually these are for demons. I told my doctor your weight and type and he gave me these.” His eyes flickered with fear for just a moment, “I promise it won’t make you sleep, dear. It’s just to calm you down. It might even help with your dreams.”
He nearly pouted at her before sitting up just enough to sullenly take the pill and swallow it. She gave him a glass of water and he sipped it before laying back down. He felt the tension flow out of him, his turmolous thoughts easing for the first time in what seemed like days. Sighing softly, she tiptoed back across the room and reached for the doorknob, “Mum?”
Turning, looking back at a groggy vampire who was looking at her worriedly, “Yes dear?”
He smiled just a little, again just as shyly, “Soldier boy’s not around, right?”
Forcing down the grimace whenever she thought about Riley Finn. Only for Buffy was she civil with him but there had been something about his Iowa smile and farm boy actions that made her uneasy, “No Spike, he’s not.”
He yawned and nodded, sinking back into the pillow and snuggling as he closed his eyes, “Don’t let him in, mum...something not...right...’bout him...” She couldn’t agree more but remained silent as she watched him relax, “Mum?”
Smiling gently though he couldn’t see her, “Yes?”
“...thanks...” Only when he was asleep once more did she open the door and slowly close it behind her. She’d already made sure the blinds and curtains were pulled to keep him out of danger. Putting away the first aide kit, she headed back downstairs and retrieved some tea for herself. She came back into the living room and smiled to see Buffy sleeping on the couch. She pulled an afghan off the side and over her daughter’s form.
Sitting down in the dining room, putting her tea on the table, Joyce silently thought about things. About life. About how things had gone for all of them. It occurred to her she should call the gallery and call in sick but she just didn’t have the energy. With a sigh she put her head in her hands to ward off the headache slowly developing. Her eyes closed, she missed the swirl of green that encompassed her daughter and slowly ascended the stairs to the upstairs bedroom.
***
The bus ride had been long and tedious but the plane had been worse. Currently, the brunette sitting by the
window of the Greyhound was not in the mood for the obnoxious toad staring at her neck like a starving man. It was quite obvious to her he was a vampire, and an idiot at that. What moron hops onto a bus while its still daylight? She’d silently laughed the number of times he’d had to duck to avoid the changing of the sun’s path.
She breathed a sigh of relief when the vehicle finally stopped. Her plan was to be subtle. Arrive into town without incident, survey the natives and if he wasn’t here, toddle on her merry way. The only reason she was even in this miserable town was the rumor that he was here.
The doors to the bus opened and there was a collective sigh as passengers filed off. The heavy breather beside her was standing on her last nerve. She tried her best to breeze past him but he just wouldn’t get out of the way. He kept standing in front or to the side, brushing up against her and making her skin crawl. Narrowing her eyes, she used a fraction of her strength and pushed him out of her way. He stumbled into some of the other grumbling passengers. His head jerked around, golden eyes flashing as he snarled at her in outrage. With a smile she turned to exit but was halted by a heavy hand on her shoulder, “Hey...that wasn’t nice, bitch. Don’t you know who I am?”
Her head snapped around, fangs descending and eyes glowing silver. His jaw slackened open, a truly ridiculous
look on a vamped face, “Dinner?”
With speed that couldn’t be followed, her head darted for his neck, tearing into his flesh and drinking until he turned to dust. She ignored the cowering humans still left on the bus as she slung her bag over her shoulder. Glancing at them and smiling through bloody fangs and her silver eyes flashing, “Welcome to the Hellmouth, folks...everyone off.”
***
Buffy twitched in her sleep, a frown marring her face as reality faded to her dream world. She looked around in confusion at the hazy surroundings. She could hear soft cries from one side and started running to investigate. She was the slayer after all. She found a group of people standing in a line, throwing barbs and harsh threats to a huddled figure on the ground before them. Their ranks were slowly tightening around him, threatening with their words but so far not touching.
“You’re useless, roller boy.”
“Nothing but a lowly vamp we should have dusted years ago.”
“Not like daddy. Never like my Angel.”
“Bloody awful poet.”
“She’ll never be your’s.”
“You’re beneath me, William.”
Buffy flinched, remembering from her vision the very words from her own mouth in another lifetime. And in this one, too. Dammit. She growled and charged forward, forcing her way through the crowd until Spike was at her feet. She knelt down and engulfed him in a tight hug, whispering and rocking him in her arms, “You’re safe with me. I won’t let them hurt you again.”
She pulled back a little to see his face. His eyes were squeezed shut tightly. Every wiry muscle in his body was twitching and shaking as he fought to keep a hold of his emotions. She’d never seen him like this. He never just lied down and took anything, not from anyone. Even with the chip in his head, when he couldn’t use his fists, he used his mouth.
She glanced up to see the group silently watching them. Drusilla in a rather funky Hispanic dress. Angelus. Xander in his Hawaiian shirt. Some girl she didn’t know in olden style clothing. Riley Finn in his soldier attire. All of them were watching them both. No expression, just staring at her. She didn’t even know her eyes were flashing silver, “Go away.”
And they did. They were suddenly not there and she knew this was a dream. The question is, who’s dream was it? She looked back down at the shivering form curled up against her and ran a hand through his hair. It was suddenly curious to her. After all the things that he’d done to his hair it was still so soft. He looked up at her suddenly and whimpered, “Don’t leave.”
Frowning, tilting her head a little, “I...I won’t.” She nodded just a little, decisively, and held him closer while gently rocking him. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in the crook of her neck. After several moments he gave a soft sigh and relaxed.
“Buffy?”
Blinking in surprise, she jerked away from under the afghan to see Willow standing behind the couch with a cooler of blood. She was biting into her lower lip, silently wondering what was going on. Yawning and smiling at her friend, she led the redhead into the kitchen to stash the blood and have a little talk.