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Hope you like it so far, and hopefully this chapter isn't too confusing. It will all be explained, I promise. Please review!
‘Blood…

There was blood everywhere, dripping, dripping, trickling down. The walls were covered with the splattered mess, the white paint marred with a violent red stain that screamed of an unthinkable past horror.

But suddenly the tainted walls began to shake, starting to vibrate at a slow tremble before the earth began to quake from its very core. The movement was relentless. There was nowhere to go. She was trapped, inside a nameless room covered in blood, powerless to do anything but kneel and pray the earth wouldn’t swallow her whole.

But it did.

The ground opened, a large gash in the floor that appeared right beneath her and before she knew what was happening, she was falling, her stomach up in her throat as she fell for what felt like miles before she came to a sudden halt inside the blackest darkness she had ever seen. Had she landed? Was she in Hell? She seemed to float amidst a shroud of darkness, the air thick and heavy and choking the breath from her lungs. She couldn’t scream, couldn’t talk, couldn’t move.

But what was that?

Her tired eyes focused on a little light in the darkness, a golden speck of hope amidst the terror threatening to consume her. The light moved closer. Slowly, steadily, it grew brighter, gaining intensity as the warmth from the luminescent orb washed over her face. And suddenly, she understood. It was trying to show her something. Images playing inside the little light, projected before her as though she were watching old family videos on a movie reel. There were images from her life, rushing before her eyes, starting from birth and not ceasing or slowing until she was inside the cave. Slayers, she could see them now, hundreds, maybe thousands, everywhere in the world, newly given the power. She could see herself inside the cave, fighting against an army of the undead. And then, there he was, in all his glory, sheer white and black, a contradiction in every sense. There was fire, and terror. She saw the walls crumbling, and she ran to him, faster than she had ever run in her life.

But as she looked into his eyes, she realized something was wrong. This wasn’t how she remembered it, because those intense blue eyes were no longer blue, but an eerie shade of amber. They glowed with their own fire, his face contorted and blood dripping from the mouth that seemed forever twisted into an evil smile.

She gasped as his cold hand closed around her neck, cutting off her air as well as her scream. Her eyes widened and began to roll back in her head. His grip was so tight that he lifted her off the ground with one hand, her feet dangling helplessly as she was brought to eye level with him. And just as she felt about ready to keel over from lack of oxygen, she saw his face begin to melt away.

He was turning to ash.

The hand around her neck dissolved into dust and she fell to the ground soundly, gasping for breath. But as she lay on the ground, she felt a sharp pain that radiated from her stomach and nearly blinded her with the sheer agony, and that was when she remembered.

The Turok Han. She had been run through with a sword, and she was dying.

And as she lay there, having accepted her fate, she felt the raindrops begin to fall upon her face. She closed her eyes and let it wash over her as the slow trickle steadily became a downpour. It pelted her broken body.

The girl watched this image that played before her with amazement as she remained caught in the darkness, eyes transfixed on what the light had shown to her. But now, it was finished, and then the light was gone. It had simply clicked off, almost like flicking a light switch. And now the only thing left was pure darkness.

But even the darkness spat her out.

It let her out of its grasp and she was falling again into an unknown abyss.

Falling.

Falling.

Falling…’

“Buffy!”

Someone was shaking her awake. The fog in her mind began to clear, slowly.

“Buffy, wake up!”

Her eyes flew open on command, and suddenly she was greeted by the most welcome pair of blue eyes she had ever seen, glazed over with concern for her.

Sitting upright, she threw her arms around him, sobbing. She clung to him like he was her only lifeline, her hands clutching at his back so tightly it would have crushed any normal human being.

But Spike wasn’t normal.

He returned her desperate embrace, rubbing small circles on her back as he whispered soothing words into her ear.

“Shhh, it’s ok.” A hand trailed upwards to her golden hair, stroking her comfortingly. His cheek, cool to the touch, was gently pressed against hers.

“Hush, luv,” He whispered. And suddenly, her entire body stiffened as she felt his lips grazing the curve of her neck. His tongue lightly tasting the smooth flesh, and he could practically smell the life-giving blood pumping wildly just beneath the surface. Buffy sucked in a breath as he placed a gentle, moist kiss on her exposed neck, and her eyes slowly fluttered shut.

“It’ll all be over soon.”

But before Buffy had a chance to ask him what he meant, her eyes widened in shock and she cried out as she felt two sharp fangs piercing the base of her neck. He tore into her fiercely, and the initial pain spread through her body like wildfire.

Spike, stop!” Tears sprang to her eyes, stinging them. But he ignored her, holding her to him like a vice and preventing her escape as he continued to take long, greedy pulls from her neck.

“Please.” She pleaded again, but her voice came out weak and raspy, and she tried with all her might to push him away. But he wouldn’t budge. And her efforts grew weaker by the second as he fed off her because, despite her protests, the pain began to fade into a dull burn that soon dissolved into something akin to pleasure. A tingling sensation coursed through her veins, quickly moving throughout her body. Her fingernails dug into his back.

He was draining her, sucking out her life force hungrily and she knew with gut certainty that he wouldn’t stop until she was completely dry. She clutched at his shoulders, using him as her only anchor to this conscious reality. The room around her seemed to bleed together in front of her eyes, so she closed them.

She could still hear him sucking lavishly from her, pulling and swallowing. And as she felt herself begin to grow dizzier, her mind let out a final warning cry.

“Spike.” It was a final plea, but her voice was barely audible now. She was growing too weak, and she realized, she didn’t care. Suddenly, all that mattered was that he didn’t stop. Even if that meant her death.

Her limbs felt like lead weights and she let them fall to her sides, completely limp and increasingly numb.

And then, everything went black.....




“Wake up, Buffy!” Spike was leaning over her, grasping her upper arms as he tried to shake her from the throes of her nightmare.

Suddenly, she jolted forward.

And inadvertently slammed her head into his in the process.

Yep, this was definitely the real world.

“Bloody hell!”

“Ow!”

They simultaneously cried out in pain, both rubbing their foreheads. Yet, despite the throbbing pain in her skull and the strange dream, she couldn’t help but chuckle at the current situation. And Spike looked at her with confusion until he realized she was laughing at the ridiculousness of the scenario. Their eyes met, and they shared an amused moment.

Spike was the first to break the silence.

“I heard you scream, so I came in here to see what happened, ‘n you wouldn’t wake up,” He explained. His gaze wavered slightly, and his words were softly spoken. “You scared me,” He said quietly.

Buffy sighed. “I’ve been doing a lot of scaring these days,” She shook her head, “Mostly myself.”

They fell into silence again, until Spike looked at her with furrowed brows. Buffy felt his cool fingers close around her wrist, and he gently pulled her hand away from her forehead where she had been rubbing the sore spot. He narrowed his eyes, as though examining her.

“You’ll have a nice knot there,” He said after a minute, giving a resolute nod. “I’ll go get you some ice.”

“What about you?” Buffy asked, indicating the red spot that stood out on his pale skin where she'd bumped him.

“I’m immortal,” He said, “I’ll live.”

Standing up, he began to move away from her but she stopped him, grabbing his hand before he could leave. Spike turned again, glancing briefly at their joined hands, her little one warm against his larger one, and then he looked up at her with questioning eyes,

“Spike, forget the ice,” Buffy told him, “I’ll be fine,” She tugged on his hand gently until he was sitting next to her again on the edge of the bed. He was so close to her, their bodies mere inches apart and only their hands touching. Spike remained silent as he looked at Buffy expectantly, her emerald eyes glistening as she began to speak.

“I think it’s time we talk.”





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