nights in white satin
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
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1,607
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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.
her peripheral vision
'There's always a party on funeral row,
where the cross flashes red to the street,
And gasoline dreams of girls in blue jeans,
he's grazing the surfacing of sleep.'
The sunlight was too bright and she squinted against it as she turned into the cemetery. The thin morning warmth slipped under her shirt and into her skin, warming her. Still, she rubbed her hands together absently to generate more heat, her breath making small visible puffs in front of her.
Ever since she'd come back she'd been uncommonly cold.
The familiar rows of flat gray stone whi by by her peripheral vision as she followed the all to familiar route to his crypt. Sighing, she touched the bite marks on her neck. He was her only hope in this one, just like before.
Cautiously she pushed open the large metal door and stepped inside the dark crypt, closing the door behind her. The room was covered in darkness, not one of the candle stubs that littered the room were lit and the familiar blue glow of the television was absent.
She moved over to the trap door and peered down into the darkness. She didn't even bother climbing down the ladder, she could tell that he wasn't there.
She lowered herself to the ground and let her legs hang down into the lower room. She swung them absently as she looked down the dark hole. She was at a loss of what to do now. It had taken all of her courage and resistance to make it this far and it was quickly fading.
Grudgingly she stood up and wiped the dust from her jeans.
Maybe next time, she said to the empty crypt as she opened the door and stepped into the sunlight. There was only one other person to see.
Tara.
Her hand tapped lightly against the unfamiliar navy blue door. The paint in the corridor peeled and she swore that she could see bugs scampering into the corners. The door opened a bit to reveal a slice of the witch's familiar face to Buffy.
With a familiar hey she opened the door all the way and motioned for Buffy to enter. The Slayer slid nervously into the room, her hands hanging awkwardly by her sides, hey.
Tara gave her a weak smile, I-is there something the matter?
Buffy shifted nervously, Yes. I - I mean - No ... It's, It's just that - It's just that I was wondering.
Wondering what?
Wondering if -- if you'd noticed any-anything weird.
Weird?
Yes. Anything weird happening lately, cause it's been so quiet. So I was wondering if it was just me or if it really was. Quiet.
Are you sure there's nothing wrong?
Just the usual.
Tara frowned, You know that you can talk to me about anything-
I know. It's just that I can't right now. I just wanted -- needed -- to see you.
Tara was silent for a moment, her eyes examining the other woman worriedly, Buffy-
Sorry, the Slayer turned away and began to open the door, I should go. And with that she was gone.
Tara sighed and turned towards the low table in the corner of the room. The green embroidered bag which held her tarot cards still rested there and she had just picked it up when another tentative knock resounded on the door.
She rose quickly and began opening the door, "Did you change your -- Willow."
where the cross flashes red to the street,
And gasoline dreams of girls in blue jeans,
he's grazing the surfacing of sleep.'
The sunlight was too bright and she squinted against it as she turned into the cemetery. The thin morning warmth slipped under her shirt and into her skin, warming her. Still, she rubbed her hands together absently to generate more heat, her breath making small visible puffs in front of her.
Ever since she'd come back she'd been uncommonly cold.
The familiar rows of flat gray stone whi by by her peripheral vision as she followed the all to familiar route to his crypt. Sighing, she touched the bite marks on her neck. He was her only hope in this one, just like before.
Cautiously she pushed open the large metal door and stepped inside the dark crypt, closing the door behind her. The room was covered in darkness, not one of the candle stubs that littered the room were lit and the familiar blue glow of the television was absent.
She moved over to the trap door and peered down into the darkness. She didn't even bother climbing down the ladder, she could tell that he wasn't there.
She lowered herself to the ground and let her legs hang down into the lower room. She swung them absently as she looked down the dark hole. She was at a loss of what to do now. It had taken all of her courage and resistance to make it this far and it was quickly fading.
Grudgingly she stood up and wiped the dust from her jeans.
Maybe next time, she said to the empty crypt as she opened the door and stepped into the sunlight. There was only one other person to see.
Tara.
Her hand tapped lightly against the unfamiliar navy blue door. The paint in the corridor peeled and she swore that she could see bugs scampering into the corners. The door opened a bit to reveal a slice of the witch's familiar face to Buffy.
With a familiar hey she opened the door all the way and motioned for Buffy to enter. The Slayer slid nervously into the room, her hands hanging awkwardly by her sides, hey.
Tara gave her a weak smile, I-is there something the matter?
Buffy shifted nervously, Yes. I - I mean - No ... It's, It's just that - It's just that I was wondering.
Wondering what?
Wondering if -- if you'd noticed any-anything weird.
Weird?
Yes. Anything weird happening lately, cause it's been so quiet. So I was wondering if it was just me or if it really was. Quiet.
Are you sure there's nothing wrong?
Just the usual.
Tara frowned, You know that you can talk to me about anything-
I know. It's just that I can't right now. I just wanted -- needed -- to see you.
Tara was silent for a moment, her eyes examining the other woman worriedly, Buffy-
Sorry, the Slayer turned away and began to open the door, I should go. And with that she was gone.
Tara sighed and turned towards the low table in the corner of the room. The green embroidered bag which held her tarot cards still rested there and she had just picked it up when another tentative knock resounded on the door.
She rose quickly and began opening the door, "Did you change your -- Willow."