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 ++
Chapters:
24
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Face To Face
Chapter Six
Face To Face
Lizzie looked down at herself. Damned undead existence. Because of it, she didn’t have the luxury of a mirror to see how she looked. She didn’t really need it, though. She knew she looked good.
The outfit had been Spike’s favorite. She wore skin tight black leather pants with a pair of black suede stiletto-heeled boots. The strapless black leather bodice clung tightly to her torso as she drew the red silk ribbon laces together and tied them
The memory of the night he presented it to her still haunted her. She and Spike were hunting when she had seen the women wearing this exact outfit. Spike had commented how delicious his Princess would look in it. When she agreed, the women's life was ended within the next few minutes. All for the sake of her outfit...
It was now merely a costume she wore to play a part. The part of the former Master of Sunnydale’s slightly insane mate. There was a diamond, ruby, and black onyx choker that he had also given her that she always added when she’d worn the outfit for Spike, but for nights like these it stayed in her jewel box. She knew well how the game worked. They had to see Spike’s mark on her. His Claim must be fully visible to their hungry eyes..
Spike’s marks still carried power in the demon community. She knew they were her only protection against anyone that dared touch her.
Lizzie always felt conflicted when she had to do this. On one hand it was deceitful. She knew it was nothing but a ruse, but on the other hand it fed to the darkness within her. The stares of everyone she encountered. The fear.
The Claim made it easier to maneuver within the darker side of Sunnydale. When the Dark Princess sauntered in, the whole room froze. It made her feel powerful. It made her feel Spike...
It was as if he was all around her when she was like this. Lizzie could almost see his cocky grin and feel his eyes burning with desire as he stared at her. She felt the familiar ache inside and immediately she pushed it away.
She stood in the darkness debating where she should go first. Deciding to get the biggest bang for her buck, she walked over to Willie’s Bar. She swung the door open and took a few steps in. A few of Spike’s old minions gasped and ran out of the bar.
Her entire demeanor had changed the second she walked through the door. Lizzie cocked her head and willed her eyes to glaze over. “Why have they run from the Princess?” she said in her best dreamy Buffy voice.
“Don’t worry Princess. They are just a bit skittish tonight. Word’s out that there’s a new contender for the Hellmouth,” Willie explained.
Lizzie sighed, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. “So many people want to be Daddy. None of them know how,” she pouted.
Willie pushed a glass to Lizzie. “Here you go, Princess. Best I’ve got. On the house of course.”
She could tell by the rich smell that this was human blood and not pigs. She looked down at the glass and then warily back up at Willie. Something was up. She could feel it. Willie would never give her human blood on the house. Unless there were something big stirring and he was eager to stay in ‘Buffy’s’ good graces.
Leaning up against the greasy wood of the bar, she was surprised to hear a faint hissing sound on the roof. A crushing sadness gripped her. It was raining again. It had not rained in Sunnydale since that night...
The night that Spike had left the earth.
She thought if her lost mate for a moment, allowing herself to feel their love. Tears stung her eyes. She realized Willie was watching her closely and snapped out of her reverie. Lifting the glass to her lips, she drank the blood down quickly, struggling to keep from making a face. Strange how the sweetness of human blood bothered her now. She felt almost woozy for a moment.
Whoa. That hadn’t been just any human blood. Willie was right; it was the good stuff. It had probably been taken from an addict or a drunk. The side effects were always a bit numbing.
Lizzie tried not to be effected my Willie’s sudden generosity. She turned and smiled at him.
“Yummy, yummy for my tummy,” she said, rubbing her belly. Tossing the glass back to him playfully, she wandered over to the jukebox and skimmed the song selections.
All she had to do now, was wait…
**
“Master we have found her!” One of the minions screamed.
Spike dropped the man he was feeding off of and rushed to the door. He ran all the way to Willie’s bar with his minions leading the way. His demon didn’t rage against him once. It was if it knew that tonight it would feel completion.
Reaching the bar, he stood outside in the rain for a moment. She was in there, he could feel her presence within. Over the beat of the music he heard the rumble of the demon crowd that had gathered to get inside out of the rain
Walking in, he saw that they had all congregated around the small dance floor. The were watching something…Someone…
He could only catch glimpses of blonde hair swaying in the center of the action.
Frustrated, he finally grabbed a fledgling vampire and threw him out of his way. Finally, he saw her.
“Hello my friend, we meet again
It's been awhile, where should we begin?
Feels like forever”
Spike took an unnecessary breath as he watched her move. She was sheer poetry in motion...
“Within my heart are memories
Of perfect love that you gave to me
Oh, I remember”
Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the music; feeling the heavy beat and the bittersweet lyrics of the song with her whole body. A soft smile graced her lips, as if she were remembering something wonderful.
Remembering him…
Spike’s vision blurred and he blinked his eyes hard blinked hard. Memories began to race through his mind. A tortured whisper ripped from his throat. Her name.
“Lizzie”
“When you are with me, I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice”
Lizzie felt something enter the room. Suddenly her entire body felt like it was on fire. The music engulfed her. Feelings and emotions soared through her. All she could think of was Spike. She crossed her arms around her waist, pretending they were HIS arms holding her as she sinuously moved her body to move to the music.
Something…Someone… was watching her from the crowd of demons that
surrounded her. Almost helplessly she continued her performance.
“We've seen our share of ups and downs
Oh how quickly life can turn around
In an instant”
His past lay before him, laid bare to his shocked mind. His childhood. His parents. His brother. The Summer’s girls.
His Lizzie. His love.
“It feels so good to reunite
Within yourself and within your mind
Let's find peace there”
Spike continued to will the memories forward. His calling as the Slayer. His turning at the hands of Darla. Lizzie’s turning. Her madness... The moment when they both left the earth impaled against the statue.
Their love.
Their undying love...
“When you are with me, I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice”
Spike closed his eyes again as he thought of his brother. William. The other night in the graveyard, Lizzie had been kissing William. Kissing his twin. Smiling happily up at the Slayer.
He felt his undead heart break. His brother was taking care of her now. Spike staggered back for a moment, all the new knowledge swirling through his mind.
Suddenly, he felt like he was suffocating. He had to leave. She couldn’t see him, not when he was like this. He had to go, now! His demon, however, had other ideas. It growled in indignation.
Just then Lizzie stopped dancing. She felt it. The growl within. The same feeling she felt the other night. Her head snapped up and she looked in the direction the growl had emanated from. She caught site of a black leather coat as its owner walked away.
At that moment, all the pieces finally fit. Beyond reason, beyond explanation…She knew.
“Spike,” She whispered.
“I just want to say hello again
I just want to say hello again”
Lizzie ran through the crowd, pushing everyone out of her way. Tears began to Spill from her eyes. It seemed to be forever before she made it outside. The rain poured down over her.
She saw a dark figure walking away. She knew that walk, that determined slow swagger. Her body, her very soul, began to scream. It was him...
“SPIKE!!!!”
“SPIKE!!!” She screamed again so loud she could almost feel her vocal chords tearing.
He told himself not to look back; to keep walking. He wasn't ready to see her. He tried to keep walking away from her.
It was the second cry that stopped him. It was filled with longing and desperation. It was filled with so much love. He could not deny her. He never could. Finally he turned to face her.
He looked up at the rain, realizing it was pouring down on them. Finally, he forced himself to look at Lizzie. Realization struck Spike at that moment. It was indeed Lizzie. Not Buffy, but Lizzie. Strong, whole...well. That fact alone made him want to weep with joy.
“Lizzie?” He questioned.
Lizzie nodded, smiling.
They stood there transfixed at the site of each other. The sounds of the song she had been dancing to wafted out of the bar, surrounding them.
“When you are with me I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes”
Her tears blinded her as she ran to him, her face alight with joy and she reached out her arms for him. “SPIKE!”
“Cause when you are with me I am free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice, My sacrifice”
Spike reached out for her catching her as she jumped into his arms. He swung her around and around, holding her, taking in her scent. Complete again. He looked up at her as she framed his face with her hands. When she did this, Spike kissed her palm as he had always done, inciting another sob from Lizzie.
“My Lizzie,” he whispered.
She looked down at him and without another thought, kissed him. The tears on their faces mixed with the rain pouring down on them. Both were oblivious to anything else around them.
Lovers.
Demons.
Mates.
Complete.
“I just want to say hello again
I just want to say hello again.”
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Face To Face
Lizzie looked down at herself. Damned undead existence. Because of it, she didn’t have the luxury of a mirror to see how she looked. She didn’t really need it, though. She knew she looked good.
The outfit had been Spike’s favorite. She wore skin tight black leather pants with a pair of black suede stiletto-heeled boots. The strapless black leather bodice clung tightly to her torso as she drew the red silk ribbon laces together and tied them
The memory of the night he presented it to her still haunted her. She and Spike were hunting when she had seen the women wearing this exact outfit. Spike had commented how delicious his Princess would look in it. When she agreed, the women's life was ended within the next few minutes. All for the sake of her outfit...
It was now merely a costume she wore to play a part. The part of the former Master of Sunnydale’s slightly insane mate. There was a diamond, ruby, and black onyx choker that he had also given her that she always added when she’d worn the outfit for Spike, but for nights like these it stayed in her jewel box. She knew well how the game worked. They had to see Spike’s mark on her. His Claim must be fully visible to their hungry eyes..
Spike’s marks still carried power in the demon community. She knew they were her only protection against anyone that dared touch her.
Lizzie always felt conflicted when she had to do this. On one hand it was deceitful. She knew it was nothing but a ruse, but on the other hand it fed to the darkness within her. The stares of everyone she encountered. The fear.
The Claim made it easier to maneuver within the darker side of Sunnydale. When the Dark Princess sauntered in, the whole room froze. It made her feel powerful. It made her feel Spike...
It was as if he was all around her when she was like this. Lizzie could almost see his cocky grin and feel his eyes burning with desire as he stared at her. She felt the familiar ache inside and immediately she pushed it away.
She stood in the darkness debating where she should go first. Deciding to get the biggest bang for her buck, she walked over to Willie’s Bar. She swung the door open and took a few steps in. A few of Spike’s old minions gasped and ran out of the bar.
Her entire demeanor had changed the second she walked through the door. Lizzie cocked her head and willed her eyes to glaze over. “Why have they run from the Princess?” she said in her best dreamy Buffy voice.
“Don’t worry Princess. They are just a bit skittish tonight. Word’s out that there’s a new contender for the Hellmouth,” Willie explained.
Lizzie sighed, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. “So many people want to be Daddy. None of them know how,” she pouted.
Willie pushed a glass to Lizzie. “Here you go, Princess. Best I’ve got. On the house of course.”
She could tell by the rich smell that this was human blood and not pigs. She looked down at the glass and then warily back up at Willie. Something was up. She could feel it. Willie would never give her human blood on the house. Unless there were something big stirring and he was eager to stay in ‘Buffy’s’ good graces.
Leaning up against the greasy wood of the bar, she was surprised to hear a faint hissing sound on the roof. A crushing sadness gripped her. It was raining again. It had not rained in Sunnydale since that night...
The night that Spike had left the earth.
She thought if her lost mate for a moment, allowing herself to feel their love. Tears stung her eyes. She realized Willie was watching her closely and snapped out of her reverie. Lifting the glass to her lips, she drank the blood down quickly, struggling to keep from making a face. Strange how the sweetness of human blood bothered her now. She felt almost woozy for a moment.
Whoa. That hadn’t been just any human blood. Willie was right; it was the good stuff. It had probably been taken from an addict or a drunk. The side effects were always a bit numbing.
Lizzie tried not to be effected my Willie’s sudden generosity. She turned and smiled at him.
“Yummy, yummy for my tummy,” she said, rubbing her belly. Tossing the glass back to him playfully, she wandered over to the jukebox and skimmed the song selections.
All she had to do now, was wait…
**
“Master we have found her!” One of the minions screamed.
Spike dropped the man he was feeding off of and rushed to the door. He ran all the way to Willie’s bar with his minions leading the way. His demon didn’t rage against him once. It was if it knew that tonight it would feel completion.
Reaching the bar, he stood outside in the rain for a moment. She was in there, he could feel her presence within. Over the beat of the music he heard the rumble of the demon crowd that had gathered to get inside out of the rain
Walking in, he saw that they had all congregated around the small dance floor. The were watching something…Someone…
He could only catch glimpses of blonde hair swaying in the center of the action.
Frustrated, he finally grabbed a fledgling vampire and threw him out of his way. Finally, he saw her.
“Hello my friend, we meet again
It's been awhile, where should we begin?
Feels like forever”
Spike took an unnecessary breath as he watched her move. She was sheer poetry in motion...
“Within my heart are memories
Of perfect love that you gave to me
Oh, I remember”
Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the music; feeling the heavy beat and the bittersweet lyrics of the song with her whole body. A soft smile graced her lips, as if she were remembering something wonderful.
Remembering him…
Spike’s vision blurred and he blinked his eyes hard blinked hard. Memories began to race through his mind. A tortured whisper ripped from his throat. Her name.
“Lizzie”
“When you are with me, I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice”
Lizzie felt something enter the room. Suddenly her entire body felt like it was on fire. The music engulfed her. Feelings and emotions soared through her. All she could think of was Spike. She crossed her arms around her waist, pretending they were HIS arms holding her as she sinuously moved her body to move to the music.
Something…Someone… was watching her from the crowd of demons that
surrounded her. Almost helplessly she continued her performance.
“We've seen our share of ups and downs
Oh how quickly life can turn around
In an instant”
His past lay before him, laid bare to his shocked mind. His childhood. His parents. His brother. The Summer’s girls.
His Lizzie. His love.
“It feels so good to reunite
Within yourself and within your mind
Let's find peace there”
Spike continued to will the memories forward. His calling as the Slayer. His turning at the hands of Darla. Lizzie’s turning. Her madness... The moment when they both left the earth impaled against the statue.
Their love.
Their undying love...
“When you are with me, I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice”
Spike closed his eyes again as he thought of his brother. William. The other night in the graveyard, Lizzie had been kissing William. Kissing his twin. Smiling happily up at the Slayer.
He felt his undead heart break. His brother was taking care of her now. Spike staggered back for a moment, all the new knowledge swirling through his mind.
Suddenly, he felt like he was suffocating. He had to leave. She couldn’t see him, not when he was like this. He had to go, now! His demon, however, had other ideas. It growled in indignation.
Just then Lizzie stopped dancing. She felt it. The growl within. The same feeling she felt the other night. Her head snapped up and she looked in the direction the growl had emanated from. She caught site of a black leather coat as its owner walked away.
At that moment, all the pieces finally fit. Beyond reason, beyond explanation…She knew.
“Spike,” She whispered.
“I just want to say hello again
I just want to say hello again”
Lizzie ran through the crowd, pushing everyone out of her way. Tears began to Spill from her eyes. It seemed to be forever before she made it outside. The rain poured down over her.
She saw a dark figure walking away. She knew that walk, that determined slow swagger. Her body, her very soul, began to scream. It was him...
“SPIKE!!!!”
“SPIKE!!!” She screamed again so loud she could almost feel her vocal chords tearing.
He told himself not to look back; to keep walking. He wasn't ready to see her. He tried to keep walking away from her.
It was the second cry that stopped him. It was filled with longing and desperation. It was filled with so much love. He could not deny her. He never could. Finally he turned to face her.
He looked up at the rain, realizing it was pouring down on them. Finally, he forced himself to look at Lizzie. Realization struck Spike at that moment. It was indeed Lizzie. Not Buffy, but Lizzie. Strong, whole...well. That fact alone made him want to weep with joy.
“Lizzie?” He questioned.
Lizzie nodded, smiling.
They stood there transfixed at the site of each other. The sounds of the song she had been dancing to wafted out of the bar, surrounding them.
“When you are with me I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes”
Her tears blinded her as she ran to him, her face alight with joy and she reached out her arms for him. “SPIKE!”
“Cause when you are with me I am free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice, My sacrifice”
Spike reached out for her catching her as she jumped into his arms. He swung her around and around, holding her, taking in her scent. Complete again. He looked up at her as she framed his face with her hands. When she did this, Spike kissed her palm as he had always done, inciting another sob from Lizzie.
“My Lizzie,” he whispered.
She looked down at him and without another thought, kissed him. The tears on their faces mixed with the rain pouring down on them. Both were oblivious to anything else around them.
Lovers.
Demons.
Mates.
Complete.
“I just want to say hello again
I just want to say hello again.”
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