Part Twenty eight: End Of Enchantments
I wish that I could go back and change everything. From the beginning. So that Spike and I could have a chance…
Buffy stood by the window and looked out into the darkness.
A lone tear trickled down her cheek and she furiously wiped it away.
As if to join her in her grief, a bird landed on the wind shell and curiously peeked at the moody slayer.
“You know what?”
Buffy sighed heavily.
“I wish…”
No!!
Buffy clasped a hand over her mouth before she could finish the wish – horrified over the mistake she almost had made.
I remember…
Oh, my God…
All those mistakes.
Spike’s death…
I had to kill him…
We had to kill him.
We lost him. Again and again…
All because of a wish…
Three wishes.
Buffy clenched her fists.
Time to find that stubborn vampire and beat some sense into him.
And kick the living shit out of Kara.
Yeah, that too.
Buffy picked up the phone and dialled a number with a grim expression.
“Willow?” Pause. “I want you to locate someone…”
After the call, Buffy quickly changed clothes – she was going to look stunning when she confronted Spike. Show the stupid vampire what he’d been missing out on.
That moron. He’s…
Idiotic.
Pigheaded.
Sexy.
I sure do miss him…
Sighing, the slayer leaved the room and walked down the stairs into the hallway – where Willow waited just inside the front door.
“Did you find him?”
The witch nodded and seemed pretty wheezed by the whole thing.
“I can’t believe that he’s alive!” she exclaimed and almost bounced on her feet.
“I can’t believe he didn’t tell us that he was,” muttered Dawn from the entrance to the living- room. “Jerk.”
“Whatever his reason were,” Buffy said, “He’s not getting away with it any longer.” Meeting their gazes. “We have to get to him as soon as possible to make sure that there’s no wish that will screw up things again.”
“But what if we’re already too late?” asked Dawn.
Buffy shook her head.
“We would have noticed that if that were the case. Our memories wouldn’t be the same.”
“Oh…”
“But it’s important that we hurry,” Buffy concluded grimly. “It’s time to end this silly charade. And it’s about time to end a few misassumptions…”
“Buffy’s on a mission,” Dawn sighed. “Poor Spike…”
“Don’t pity him,” drawled Buffy. “he’s as much the bad guy in this as the rest of us.”
Buffy focused on Willow.
“Can you take us there?”
Willow nodded.”
“In a jiffy.” She closed her eyes and mumbled something in Latin.
“Beam me up, Scotty,” joked Dawn – seconds before everything went white.
The hallway stood suddenly empty.
Here we come…
Part Twenty nine: Headaches And Aspirins
A slayer!!
Spike cursed the day he was told about slayers. He cursed the git (Angel) who told him about them. But mostly he cursed the day he fell in love with one.
Buffy.
Slayers are stubborn. They’re irritating. Bossy. Fierce. Strong. Sexy. Clueless. Leaders. Brave. Beautiful. And a real pain in the arse. Literally.
Spike had actually believed that he was done with slayers. Home free.
Idiot.
“Spike?”
He turned around to gaze down at the frowning Kara.
That’s me. The one and only.
“Are you mad at me?”
’s that a trick question?
Don’t answer that!!
Like I don’t know that. Ponce!!
You could be stupid sometimes. And shirty.
‘m not shirty. And Buffy was right; Is that even a word?
Oh, just zip it!
“Spike?”
Just answer her!!
“No. ‘m not angry at you.”
Just at myself.
Didn’t I tell you to zip it?!
He growled.
Moron.
“But you’re not okay with it. Me being a slayer.”
“’s just that I thought that I was done with your kind.”
“That’s harsh, Spike.”
“Lady, you haven’t even seen how harsh I can be.”
He could practically see the temper rising in her taut little body. Steaming. Her tiny fists balled as if restraining herself from lashing out at him. Like he wasn’t used to slayers pounding on him.
Her eyes blazed when they meets his.
Look at that. She’s beautiful beyond words.
Slayers usually are.
Agreed.
“Why are you like this?”
Man, she can whine with the best of them.
Maybe she’s got a reason to whine. You’re pretty rude to her.
Rude?
Yeah!
Am I to rude even?
Always!
But I can’t help it. Can I?
Pass!
You think I should make it up to her?
Duh!
Ponce.
“Ah!!” Kara cried out and kicked his leg with her toe tip.
It hurt. What is it with slayers and violence?
“I wish…”
Whatever would have come next never got the chance to slip Kara’s mouth.
Out of nowhere, a petite figure comes flying and knocks Kara to the ground, effectively cutting of the words.
“Hey!” yelled the dark haired slayer in protest. “Who the hell do you think you are…?”
Spike could only stare in disbelief.
“Buffy?”
Buffy!!
Kara managed to roll away from the blond slayer and get back to her feet. She stared incredulously at the other woman.
“Buffy?”
Buffy nodded and returned her stare.
“Kara?”
For some reason, Kara seemed to tense at the question.
“Yeah…?”
Buffy’s fist flew out and connected squarely with the other slayers jaw – sending her to the ground.
Kara yelped in surprise and pain.
Willow – who stood behind Buffy, let out a sigh.
Dawn – who stood beside Willow, looked like she was about to clap her hands.
Spike grimaced.
Buffy turned to face him.
“Hello, lover.”
He waved at her, with a goofy look in his face.
“Hi, Buffy.”
Her fist sent him flying backwards.
He couldn’t help to grin.
That’s my girl…
Tbc…
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Some parts are from previous chapters, so you might recognize it.