The Light Of Life
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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:
12
Views:
3,321
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Angels
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I own nothing.
Well except for the thought process.
So credit me there.
Pairings currently: N/a
Current rating: C for cute lol.
When William Giles hung a left and sped up the road to pull in to his personal garage, he didn’t notice the three men leaving the house. And when he finally turned off his music and the engine, he didn’t notice the unusual polite silence that surrounded the house. Matter of fact it wasn’t until he had stomped up the stairs and past Faith’s room, that he noticed something. Faith wasn’t in her room…. Actually, by the sound of the very loud laughs, she was in… the spare room?
“What the bloody hell.” Spike growled walking down the hall. Faith’s room was the farthest one down the hall because Spike liked his privacy. But apparently she had moved into the guest room closest to his own. With a glare, he continued to stomp down the very long hallway, preparing to just about rip Faith’s throat out.
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As soon as she heard Spike coming she smiled. Well this should be a doosey she thought. Faith put the popcorn on the nightstand, and leaned forward so all four feet of the chair were on the floor, as all her teachers insisted they be. How very fascist she thought, walking to the door.
“Hey Spike boy, do you mind keeping it down? We have a patient here.” Faith grinned evilly as she leaned out of the door.
And if it weren’t for the grin, Spike would have just walked on by. But she did grin. And he did stop.
And from that day forth he believed in angels. Faith thought looking at the positively glowing Buffy. Suddenly she started laughing and soda flew out of her nose.
Faith burst out laughing, Or not! she thought, looking at Spikes partly disgusted, partly amused, but completely interested expression, But I could be wrong… She smiled.
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Buffy didn’t notice the bleach blonde walk in. She didn’t notice the brunette leave. Matter of fact, she didn’t notice that the world was even spinning till commercial. Let alone how the tomboyish gaffs had turned into low chuckles.
Turning she was about to ask Faith what she thought of the infamous Chappelle’s Show. But stopped when she realized the chair beside her was empty. Vaguely she remembered the brunette saying something about the munchies. Just Buffy’s luck, right when she needed the remote. Looking around the room her eyes fell on the doorway, or to be more exact, the stunning man standing in the doorway. Her green eyes connected with stunning blue ones and Buffy swore if she had been standing, her knees would have given out right then.
Spike smirked at her ‘dear-caught-in-the-headlights’ look, and with a simple nod in her direction he turned and walked into his room next door.
Something about that girl had shaken Spike, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it. He waited just inside his doorway until he heard Faith’s approaching footsteps, leaning out into the hall he motioned her towards him.
When she reached him, he pulled her into his room, and tried to be as macho as possible while whispering.
“Who the bloody fuck is she, and why the bloody fuck is she spraying soda pop through her nostrils?” He raged in a half-inch voice.
Faith giggled and set down the tray on his dresser then took a seat of her own on his bed. Looking up at him she patted the seat beside her. “Common Spikey, its time for a storyyyyy.” She said in a singsong voice.
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Spike gritted his teeth at her increasingly annoying voice as she tried to convince him to sit down. Finally he complied.
“Hurry it up,” he spat.
“Spike,” Faith tried to laugh, but it came out more as a dismal chuckle. “…this isn’t the story that you can use the fast forward button on. Cause if you miss one factor, our client could end up psycho…er…” Faith said.
For the past four years she had lived in the Giles Manor, her and Spike had almost invented a game of sorts. Rupert Giles often invited recovering psychotics, with no living or accepting family, to stay with him and go to Hawthorne until they could transfer to a different school that catered more to their “area” as he called it. Meaning an art school, or they could apprentice as a furniture builder or such. Ever since Kendra, the African girl who had been molested as a child by various village men, they had started to play “Psychologist.” In Faiths opinion, it was a very cool game. They helped the victims get used to the normal world, and then watched them kind of flourish and move on. They both called it a game because when ever they got the chance, they used to go into one of their respective bedrooms and draw charts and talk in the strict I’m-to-smart-for-my-pants voice. Which honestly, wasn’t as hilarious as it was a year ago. Which sadly was the last time they played. Not by their own fault of course, well… not completely. Spike had fallen in love, or thought he did in Faith’s opinion, with a recuperating young woman, by the name of Drusilla Warren. Eventually she nearly killed Rupert Giles and ended up going back to St. Julian’s. Faith had a sneaking suspicion that Drusilla and Ethan Rayne were some how related, but didn’t voice her thoughts, because hey, what did it matter?
“Buffy Summers… haven’t I heard that name before?” Spike interrupted her trip down memory lane.
“Probably,” she responded. “She’s that Californian girl who’s entire family got murdered by her mom’s ex-husband. And it wasn’t just her family, it was her closest friends as well. Then he just tortured Buffy and left her to die before he fled the country. He still hasn’t been found yet. But there’s practically a bounty on his head. Buffy went into such shock that she didn’t speak for two weeks, except for the screams in her sleep. Then on the plane ride over here she had some sort of break through to do with pudding. She routed out some hunky piece of FBI agent and got him to give her a clearance from St. Julian’s. The G-man offered to house her here until she got better, and then put her in the dormitories at the beginning of next year, when they have space.”
“The Watcher offered to keep her here?” Spike said, using the nick-name he and some friends had given his father, who seemed to constantly be watching over everything on the school grounds.
“Yup” Faith said, popping the P as she tossed a bit of popcorn in her mouth and inspected his newest punk-rock poster.
“…Why??” Spike asked simply amazed, his father had outlawed anyone, with the exception of Faith, ever living with them again.
“Why what?” Buffy asked, standing at the door way in a very old nightgown.
“Oooo, B you better get back in bed before the G-man sees ya, or he’s gonna loose it.” Faith said with mock-wide eyes, to which Buffy laughed.
“Sorryyy” she said with a smile, “I just heard voices from in here and wondered who had gotten their paws on my popcorn. Plus I was wondering if I could barrow some clothes Faith. I mean honest to god, I love your night gown and all but… don’t you think it’s a bit fruffy?” She said unsurely.
“Fruffy??? FRUFFY???” Faith said in mock disgrace. “Why you ungrateful little…Fruffy I do say.” She pretended to rage as she led Buffy out of the room and down the hall.
Goddamn. Just review me.
I own nothing.
Well except for the thought process.
So credit me there.
Pairings currently: N/a
Current rating: C for cute lol.
When William Giles hung a left and sped up the road to pull in to his personal garage, he didn’t notice the three men leaving the house. And when he finally turned off his music and the engine, he didn’t notice the unusual polite silence that surrounded the house. Matter of fact it wasn’t until he had stomped up the stairs and past Faith’s room, that he noticed something. Faith wasn’t in her room…. Actually, by the sound of the very loud laughs, she was in… the spare room?
“What the bloody hell.” Spike growled walking down the hall. Faith’s room was the farthest one down the hall because Spike liked his privacy. But apparently she had moved into the guest room closest to his own. With a glare, he continued to stomp down the very long hallway, preparing to just about rip Faith’s throat out.
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As soon as she heard Spike coming she smiled. Well this should be a doosey she thought. Faith put the popcorn on the nightstand, and leaned forward so all four feet of the chair were on the floor, as all her teachers insisted they be. How very fascist she thought, walking to the door.
“Hey Spike boy, do you mind keeping it down? We have a patient here.” Faith grinned evilly as she leaned out of the door.
And if it weren’t for the grin, Spike would have just walked on by. But she did grin. And he did stop.
And from that day forth he believed in angels. Faith thought looking at the positively glowing Buffy. Suddenly she started laughing and soda flew out of her nose.
Faith burst out laughing, Or not! she thought, looking at Spikes partly disgusted, partly amused, but completely interested expression, But I could be wrong… She smiled.
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Buffy didn’t notice the bleach blonde walk in. She didn’t notice the brunette leave. Matter of fact, she didn’t notice that the world was even spinning till commercial. Let alone how the tomboyish gaffs had turned into low chuckles.
Turning she was about to ask Faith what she thought of the infamous Chappelle’s Show. But stopped when she realized the chair beside her was empty. Vaguely she remembered the brunette saying something about the munchies. Just Buffy’s luck, right when she needed the remote. Looking around the room her eyes fell on the doorway, or to be more exact, the stunning man standing in the doorway. Her green eyes connected with stunning blue ones and Buffy swore if she had been standing, her knees would have given out right then.
Spike smirked at her ‘dear-caught-in-the-headlights’ look, and with a simple nod in her direction he turned and walked into his room next door.
Something about that girl had shaken Spike, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it. He waited just inside his doorway until he heard Faith’s approaching footsteps, leaning out into the hall he motioned her towards him.
When she reached him, he pulled her into his room, and tried to be as macho as possible while whispering.
“Who the bloody fuck is she, and why the bloody fuck is she spraying soda pop through her nostrils?” He raged in a half-inch voice.
Faith giggled and set down the tray on his dresser then took a seat of her own on his bed. Looking up at him she patted the seat beside her. “Common Spikey, its time for a storyyyyy.” She said in a singsong voice.
******************************
Spike gritted his teeth at her increasingly annoying voice as she tried to convince him to sit down. Finally he complied.
“Hurry it up,” he spat.
“Spike,” Faith tried to laugh, but it came out more as a dismal chuckle. “…this isn’t the story that you can use the fast forward button on. Cause if you miss one factor, our client could end up psycho…er…” Faith said.
For the past four years she had lived in the Giles Manor, her and Spike had almost invented a game of sorts. Rupert Giles often invited recovering psychotics, with no living or accepting family, to stay with him and go to Hawthorne until they could transfer to a different school that catered more to their “area” as he called it. Meaning an art school, or they could apprentice as a furniture builder or such. Ever since Kendra, the African girl who had been molested as a child by various village men, they had started to play “Psychologist.” In Faiths opinion, it was a very cool game. They helped the victims get used to the normal world, and then watched them kind of flourish and move on. They both called it a game because when ever they got the chance, they used to go into one of their respective bedrooms and draw charts and talk in the strict I’m-to-smart-for-my-pants voice. Which honestly, wasn’t as hilarious as it was a year ago. Which sadly was the last time they played. Not by their own fault of course, well… not completely. Spike had fallen in love, or thought he did in Faith’s opinion, with a recuperating young woman, by the name of Drusilla Warren. Eventually she nearly killed Rupert Giles and ended up going back to St. Julian’s. Faith had a sneaking suspicion that Drusilla and Ethan Rayne were some how related, but didn’t voice her thoughts, because hey, what did it matter?
“Buffy Summers… haven’t I heard that name before?” Spike interrupted her trip down memory lane.
“Probably,” she responded. “She’s that Californian girl who’s entire family got murdered by her mom’s ex-husband. And it wasn’t just her family, it was her closest friends as well. Then he just tortured Buffy and left her to die before he fled the country. He still hasn’t been found yet. But there’s practically a bounty on his head. Buffy went into such shock that she didn’t speak for two weeks, except for the screams in her sleep. Then on the plane ride over here she had some sort of break through to do with pudding. She routed out some hunky piece of FBI agent and got him to give her a clearance from St. Julian’s. The G-man offered to house her here until she got better, and then put her in the dormitories at the beginning of next year, when they have space.”
“The Watcher offered to keep her here?” Spike said, using the nick-name he and some friends had given his father, who seemed to constantly be watching over everything on the school grounds.
“Yup” Faith said, popping the P as she tossed a bit of popcorn in her mouth and inspected his newest punk-rock poster.
“…Why??” Spike asked simply amazed, his father had outlawed anyone, with the exception of Faith, ever living with them again.
“Why what?” Buffy asked, standing at the door way in a very old nightgown.
“Oooo, B you better get back in bed before the G-man sees ya, or he’s gonna loose it.” Faith said with mock-wide eyes, to which Buffy laughed.
“Sorryyy” she said with a smile, “I just heard voices from in here and wondered who had gotten their paws on my popcorn. Plus I was wondering if I could barrow some clothes Faith. I mean honest to god, I love your night gown and all but… don’t you think it’s a bit fruffy?” She said unsurely.
“Fruffy??? FRUFFY???” Faith said in mock disgrace. “Why you ungrateful little…Fruffy I do say.” She pretended to rage as she led Buffy out of the room and down the hall.
Goddamn. Just review me.