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FIC: The Once It Begins Series - 04
The “Once It Begins” Series
Paring:
Spike/Xander mostly
various pairings later on
Rating:
NC-17 eventually
Season:
My bizarre mind thought something crazy up…
Season 6 BtVS without the Spuffy *retch* plotline
Season 5 AtS without the W & H plotline but the Connor memories gone
Warnings: Someone could get (un)dead here…
Thanks to everybody who commented on the previous parts, comments make me want to write more. Doesn’t matter if it is criticism or feedback…
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On to the fic now:
04 Blackened
The mansion is like Buffy remembered it: dark, creepy and dead.
She shudders when she pulls the door shut. Finding a room with an iron framed bed, she lays Xander down.
Looking at her friend’s pale ~dead~ face, she forces herself to smile encouragingly.
“Didn’t lose you, did I? Saved you. Soon you’ll be our old Xand-man again, you’ll see. You just have to get back your strength.”
Laughing at her own words. Xander and strength in one sentence.
Her hand comes down to caress the still face, slides down, absently peeling off some of the flecks of dried blood.
“We don’t want you to be scared when you wake up. We don’t want you to have all this ~your~ blood on you, do we?” Her manicured fingers search for the first button, opening it. Opening the next. And the next one. Until the shirt falls open, revealing a tanned muscled chest. The body of a construction worker, of a… ~no, not of a fighter… ~
Nevertheless, the muscles are built up by life, by doing hard work not superficially pumped up by mindless bodybuilding.
Fingertips trail along the slight curve of a pectoral, caressing a dark nipple.
Pinching it, wanting it to react, wanting Xander to be just sleeping, not…
~ don’t think about it don’t think about it – have to get Willow have to get Willow ~
Fastening leather restraints around Xander’s ankles and wrists with more urgency than care, she leaves to seek out Willow.
Pain.
Hunger.
Reassurance.
The first three things Spike feels when the thick blackness around him fades to grey.
“Sire?”
A faint whisper.
Blood loss making him so weak, immobilizing him.
He strains to get up, to get to his childe.
Not awoken yet.
Will not awake for hours.
Time.
Still time.
Time for “Sire?” to arrive.
But sun’s up.
Dangerous.
Body jerking in pain.
Exhaustion numbing him again.
His vision’s darkening again, blackness swallowing his thoughts, the pain he feels.
Unawareness embracing him again.
A loud car horn rips Cordy out of her lethargic slump on the dining room chair.
“Dennis? Everything packed?” Two suitcases and a smaller bag float through the air, stopping just in front of the door, landing with a dump noise.
A mirror, make up and a lipliner appear only inches from Cordy’s reddened face. She manages a wobbly smile.
“Thank you, but I don’t think it would be a good idea to freshen it up now.” The three things disappear in the smaller bag immediately and a family pack of tissues are thrust into Cordy’s hand.
“Thank you, Dennis.” Sobbing again.
The car horn is howling, angry now.
“God! I am coming! It’s not that it matters anymore. He is already dead. No one to be saved left!”
Grabbing her suitcases by the handles, pulling them after her out of the door while silently thanking whoever developed the little tires under them.
Coming to an abrupt halt shortly in front of the former beautiful car.
“Gross! What did you do to the car!” she squeaks, voice heavy with disgust.
“Get the fuck into the car!” Angel barks and lets the engine roar, signalling that he won’t wait for her.
Hurrying to get the luggage into the trunk and herself into the car, she forgets about *it*.
“Ewww…!” Looking down, repulsed by the black sticky fluid on her hand.
Gritting his teeth, Angel gives her a rag to clean off the paint. After wiping away some of the offending paint, she stops suddenly, holding the rag up in front of her gasping.
“That is your favourite shirt!”
“Was.” Angel comments coldly and stomps on the accelerator with barely restrained vampiric force.
“You looked gorgeous in it!” Angel growls now.
“At least you don’t combust while driving with all the black paint leaking down the windows and your car.”
“Cordy?”
“Yes, Angel?”
“SHUT UP!” The car jumps forward, the engine giving a tortured scream and the steering wheel creaks dangerously under the white knuckled grip.
Closing her mouth, Cordy turns her head away, stares outside with unseeing eyes. Lips quivering, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. The emotional weight of the last few hours too much for her to easily withstand a rejection from someone she loves.
Running home, Buffy’s brain races through the many possible explanations for her deeds. Willow has to be happy to keep her friend. She wouldn’t want Xander dead, would she? Willow would have done exactly the same, wouldn’t she? Xander is her first ~ no, that’s me ~ well, her second ~ no, that’s Tara ~, well third best friend and she loves him as much as ~ I do. In a sisterly duty, adopted puppy way. Nobody wants their pets to die. ~
Arriving at the house, rushing up the stairs, throwing open Willow’s bedroom door without knocking, she blushes deeply while watching the red haired witch riding out the last waves of an orgasm given to her by the blond head between her pale legs.
Only a second later Buffy finds herself blind.
Deep impenetrable darkness surrounding her.
“Buffy!” Willow squeals and both witches scramble to get on clothes. A deeply embarrassed Tara flees into the bathroom.
“Willow! Take it back!”
“W-w-w-what?”
“I am blind!”
“Oh my god Buffy! I am sorry! I… I… I just didn’t want you to see more than you already saw…”
Buffy cuts in. “It’s okay, I am sorry, shouldn’t have busted in like that. But can you please take it back now?”
“Yeah, sure.” Resolve face. “I just have to remember which spell I used…” She scrunches up her face. Buffy begins to tap her foot impatiently. “Did I say anything when you came inside?” A helpless expression settles on the red head’s face.
“Wiiilllllooooow!” Buffy whines. Grounding her teeth together, making a scraping sound which makes the witch shudder.
“I will fix that! No problem. I can do it. I just need some books and… I will have the solution easily and in no time!” She turns away, whispers to herself. “And goddess, I have no idea where to start. I mean it was the heat of the moment, so to speak, literally. I was kinda distracted and not on the spell with my tongue, erm, thoughts, and I can’t…”
Louder again. “Maybe it would be the best, to save time and to be sure to get it right the first time, perhaps, it would be good to, I mean,… We should ask Giles!?!”
Fleeing from a blinded but not completely incapable slayer into the bathroom to her still purple faced girlfriend.
Comments please? Pretty please? *Xander-puppy-dog-eyes*
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And now?
I want mooooore!
Heh.
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Chat or mail me if you want to know.
More to come.
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But no big - i'll just read it here. :)
Promise to comment!
Hehe.
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whispers in awe: you are the one who is writing "Changes"!
*hides under desk in shame*
I love the story.
I lost all my links sometime back and I couldn't find it again
but now I have to go catch up reading!
The idea is wonderful, and the characterizations bloody gorgeous.
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I'm so glad you like it.
It's updated every Sunday on my website so you can catch up easily if you've missed anything.
There's a couple of new fics there, as well, and i've started some things on my LJ, 'Credence' and 'Hero'.
I must be out of my mind, three WIP going at once!
Hehe.
It's an addiction.
*nods wisely*