Closed Door Conversations
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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
Views:
3,335
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Chapter Seven: After the Apocalypse
Seventh Night: After the Apocalypse
The bus pulled into LA day after the final battle and parked for good at the front door of the Hyperion.
Angel was expecting them, with his core staff. They had food , rooms, clothes, and medical supplies ready and waiting for them.
Giles was the one who told Angel all the details. Buffy had said she’d see them all in the morning and had disappeared to her room with a sandwich and a pair of sweats.
Angel had started to follow her, but Dawn had grabbed his arm.
“Don’t,” she said. “She needs to be alone for awhile. And if you bother her, I’m gonna kick your ass.”
She narrowed her eyes into a glare and Angel felt a shiver go up his spine. So this was Dawn, the Key. All grown up. Not what he expected. Maybe not what anyone was expecting. He felt something surrounding her. An aura? Was it power?
“She’s not a slayer, is she?” He asked Giles.
“Who, Dawn? No, but she has an amazing aptitude for languages. Phenomenal, really.”
“I hope Buffy’s all right up there by herself.”
“Well, yes, I hope so, too. It’s been very difficult for Buffy these past few days. And the whole thing with Spike...”
“Yeah. That whole thing with Spike. I hope she’s okay.”
“Probably a time to grieve will be quite healing for her.”
Buffy was not grieving behind her locked door. She was seeking.
She didn’t have much in the way of tools. No fancy candles or herbs. Just some salt from a packet, some soil from her shoes, a candle from the lounge, still burning.
But it was more than the first Slayer ever had.
She made a circle with the salt and soil, and sat in the middle, holding the candle in it’s glass globe, concentrating, willing it . . .
. . . She was in a desert of red rock, harsh and raw, the only sound the howling of hot wind.
She walked for a long time. Finally she saw her, the Primative, filthy and wild, with dry twigs matted in her hair, and ceremonial paint on her face. The first slayer leaped at her with murderous intent. Buffy knew it was a test.
They circled each other, and then the first slayer attacked with her carved wooded spear. Buffy leaped out of the way and snatched a handful of dust from the ground. She threw it in to the first slayer’s eyes and used her momentary halt to apply a series of kicks, until the first slayer was down on the ground.
She swept Buffy’s feet out from under her but Buffy rolled, avoiding the spear that landed in the sand. With a flip, Buffy grabbed the spear and kicked the first slayer in the chest so that she landed against a large rock. Buffy held the spear to her neck.
“Why have you come?” The first slayer asked.
The test was over, Buffy had won.
“I’ve come seeking. My friends--” the first slayer hissed at the word-- “my friends and I have defeated the First Evil.”
“It can not be killed!”
“I know, but it can be stopped. For a time, for a season.”
“So why seek you here, with me?”
“A great warrior died in the fight. I want him back.”
“Your mate?”
“Yes.”
The first slayer pulled a leather pouch from around her waist and poured out a handful of carved bones. She tossed them into a circle she drew in the sand and began a chant.
Time seemed to waver as Buffy joined her in the trance.
“ He is like dust riding the wind. He has not yet found a place to end his journey .You can have him back, but he will not be your mate. You will be children.”
“Like my dream.”
“Yes. Like your dream. I cannot promise he will be your mate. And you will have nothing of your present life. All will be changed.”
“That works for me.”
“You will need the help of one of your. . . friends.”
“I have a sister that I would ask to help.” She visualized Dawn, and it was as if she was sitting there with them.
The First Slayer hissed. “This is no ordinary sister. She is an element of power.”
“It is true she was once the Key, but now she is a girl.”
“More than a girl. Can you not see it?”
And Buffy could see it, see that she glowed with green essence, the essence of life.
Buffy came out of the trance still sitting in the circle, holding the candle. But other things were clutched in her hands. Red earth in one hand. The pouch of sacred bones in the other.
Buffy carefully placed the dry earth in a water tumbler from the bathroom. Then she stumbled to the bed, beyond exhaustion, and slept a dreamless sleep.
The bus pulled into LA day after the final battle and parked for good at the front door of the Hyperion.
Angel was expecting them, with his core staff. They had food , rooms, clothes, and medical supplies ready and waiting for them.
Giles was the one who told Angel all the details. Buffy had said she’d see them all in the morning and had disappeared to her room with a sandwich and a pair of sweats.
Angel had started to follow her, but Dawn had grabbed his arm.
“Don’t,” she said. “She needs to be alone for awhile. And if you bother her, I’m gonna kick your ass.”
She narrowed her eyes into a glare and Angel felt a shiver go up his spine. So this was Dawn, the Key. All grown up. Not what he expected. Maybe not what anyone was expecting. He felt something surrounding her. An aura? Was it power?
“She’s not a slayer, is she?” He asked Giles.
“Who, Dawn? No, but she has an amazing aptitude for languages. Phenomenal, really.”
“I hope Buffy’s all right up there by herself.”
“Well, yes, I hope so, too. It’s been very difficult for Buffy these past few days. And the whole thing with Spike...”
“Yeah. That whole thing with Spike. I hope she’s okay.”
“Probably a time to grieve will be quite healing for her.”
Buffy was not grieving behind her locked door. She was seeking.
She didn’t have much in the way of tools. No fancy candles or herbs. Just some salt from a packet, some soil from her shoes, a candle from the lounge, still burning.
But it was more than the first Slayer ever had.
She made a circle with the salt and soil, and sat in the middle, holding the candle in it’s glass globe, concentrating, willing it . . .
. . . She was in a desert of red rock, harsh and raw, the only sound the howling of hot wind.
She walked for a long time. Finally she saw her, the Primative, filthy and wild, with dry twigs matted in her hair, and ceremonial paint on her face. The first slayer leaped at her with murderous intent. Buffy knew it was a test.
They circled each other, and then the first slayer attacked with her carved wooded spear. Buffy leaped out of the way and snatched a handful of dust from the ground. She threw it in to the first slayer’s eyes and used her momentary halt to apply a series of kicks, until the first slayer was down on the ground.
She swept Buffy’s feet out from under her but Buffy rolled, avoiding the spear that landed in the sand. With a flip, Buffy grabbed the spear and kicked the first slayer in the chest so that she landed against a large rock. Buffy held the spear to her neck.
“Why have you come?” The first slayer asked.
The test was over, Buffy had won.
“I’ve come seeking. My friends--” the first slayer hissed at the word-- “my friends and I have defeated the First Evil.”
“It can not be killed!”
“I know, but it can be stopped. For a time, for a season.”
“So why seek you here, with me?”
“A great warrior died in the fight. I want him back.”
“Your mate?”
“Yes.”
The first slayer pulled a leather pouch from around her waist and poured out a handful of carved bones. She tossed them into a circle she drew in the sand and began a chant.
Time seemed to waver as Buffy joined her in the trance.
“ He is like dust riding the wind. He has not yet found a place to end his journey .You can have him back, but he will not be your mate. You will be children.”
“Like my dream.”
“Yes. Like your dream. I cannot promise he will be your mate. And you will have nothing of your present life. All will be changed.”
“That works for me.”
“You will need the help of one of your. . . friends.”
“I have a sister that I would ask to help.” She visualized Dawn, and it was as if she was sitting there with them.
The First Slayer hissed. “This is no ordinary sister. She is an element of power.”
“It is true she was once the Key, but now she is a girl.”
“More than a girl. Can you not see it?”
And Buffy could see it, see that she glowed with green essence, the essence of life.
Buffy came out of the trance still sitting in the circle, holding the candle. But other things were clutched in her hands. Red earth in one hand. The pouch of sacred bones in the other.
Buffy carefully placed the dry earth in a water tumbler from the bathroom. Then she stumbled to the bed, beyond exhaustion, and slept a dreamless sleep.