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Second chap[ter!!!!! Thank you so so so much for everyone who commented my first chapter!! I am so thankful! And glad that I caught your attention- I hope this next chapter doesn't disappoint

Oh and PS- please note that the letter in this chapter, where it has all the different names in the TO: bit. all of the names were meant to have a strike through them, so it looked like they were crossed out, but i couldnt get HTML to work, so I know it looks a bit crap, but please keep in mind what i was trying to achieve lol, thanks
Chapter two: Second Time Around

Chapter two: A Gift from a Stranger

It had been weeks since she had heard of Angel’s death in the fight against Wolfram and Hart and, although the loss of him as a fellow champion did hurt her, Buffy had not felt as much pain as she had expected upon his destruction, and nothing in comparison to the pain the loss of Spike had caused her.. In fact, and not surprisingly, she was more hurt by his betrayal at not telling her of the apocalypse he himself had caused. It was Giles who had come to her about it, days after the event itself had actually happened, when he was told about it by one of the younger, LA based watchers, in the newly formed Watcher’s council that Giles had established. While the fate of both Angel and, unfortunately, Wesley, had been discovered, no one had known about Spikes reappearance into the world, let alone his second exit from it in battle.

At the moment, Buffy was patrolling one of the many Roman cemeteries, thinking of the events, or what little she knew of them, that led to the Los Angeles battle. However, ‘patrolling’ was not really a term that could describe her form of absent minded, stake twirling walking, the same walking that resulted in her being knocked to the ground by a tall, cloaked figure. It took only a moment before she become aware of what had happened and was on her feet, fighting stance ready to go.

“Relax sweet cakes, I’m not here to fight, not really big on the violence” the figure told her. Buffy was shocked momentarily by this supposed demon’s friendly demeanour, being reminded of her encounter with the ever charming, Sweet. She did, however, lower her fists and relax her stance, giving the demon a chance to explain himself, while holding her stake at her side and at the ready.

“Thanks” the figure replied, noticing her relaxed posture, “As I said, I didn’t come here to fight, haven’t you ever head the phrase, ‘Don’t shoot the messenger?’” He asked, “I only came to give you this.” He told her, handing her a faded brown envelope

“What is it?” Buffy asked, eyeing the envelope suspiciously

“That, I can’t tell you. It was given to me by a once dear friend with the promise that I hand deliver it to you. It was important to him that you get it” the figure explained, slightly thrusting the envelope into Buffy’s hands. She looked down at it, feeling the weight of it in her hand. As she raised her head again to further question the stranger, he was walking off into the shadows muttering about ‘run-in’s with the slayer and sea breezes.’ Shaking her head in somewhat disbelief, Buffy turned around and headed for the direction of home, envelope in hand.

An hour later, Buffy, wrapped in her white bathrobe, walked out of her steamy bathroom into her bedroom, drying her wet hair with a towel as she did so. She eyed the envelope that was sitting on the comforter at the end of her bed, unsure of why it was that she was yet to open but at the same time curious as to its contents. Finally decided, she sat at the end of her bed, one leg crossed under her body and the towel she was using to dry her hair now lying abandoned on her bedroom floor. She picked up the envelope, once again feeling its weight. Peeling it open, slowly, she discovered what was causing the weight as an amulet fell out and onto her lap. Buffy’s eyes widened as recognition dawned on her and she realised it was his, Spike’s amulet. A sharp intake of air filled her lungs and her heart started pounding. Leaving the amulet lying on her lap, she pulled the remainder of the envelopes contents, a letter, out and into her hands. She noticed the neat, small, calligraphy scrawl immediately and with shining eyes, she began to read;

To my girl,
To my beautiful Buffy,
Slayer,

Dearest Buffy,
Believe it or not, as far as ‘bloody awful poet's’ go, this one was never that good with words. I’m not sure how to go about this love, so I will just do it the Spike way and get to the point; if you are reading this letter then it means I’m gone...uh, again.

When I died fighting off the nasties in the hell mouth, it wasn’t really a permanent thing, the ‘powers that be,’ right poofters that they are, messing with peoples un-lives like that, decided to bring me back and for some ungodly reason sent me to LA with Peaches.

I swear to you right now Slayer, coming and finding you was the first thing I thought about, and believe me I tried, but some wankers up there thought it would be a great idea to bring me back all spook like, an incorporeal ghost who couldn’t leave the city borders.
It was right cruel thing to do love, you don’t understand. And yeah when I got my hot little body given back to me, I had time to think about things...
I spent a year telling you that you were a creature of the night, someone who belonged in the shadows with me, but you don’t. You are pure light Buffy, a beautiful woman made up of sunshine, and you deserve a normal life, one with the husband, 2.5 kids, a white pickets fence and someone who can make you smile the way you deserve. I was never someone who could give that to you, and I know its not my choice to decide what it is you do with your life, and I sound like captain forehead when I say this, but all I want is for you to be happy.

This fight, the one I’m going into, I need to be here for it. There was a reason I was sent here, and I think this battle was it. I know you’ll understand that, that saving this world is what is important. (I mean, its such a nice world with walking happy meals to pick off at your heart’s desire, remember?).

I want you to know that I am so sorry for everything I ever did to hurt you. If I could take it all back, you know I would. You are such an amazing woman, and hearing those three words from your perfect mouth was the greatest moment o f my un-life. I just want to thank you for that.

I love you, always have been and always will be the slayers lap dog.
Goodbye MY girl,
Love always,
William

As she read the last words of Spikes letter, tears that she had been holding back for the last few minutes, the last few months, without him, fell from her eyes. He had been alive. He had been alive, and she hadn’t known. And now, she had to go through the pain of losing him all over again. Her thundering heart felt like it had a knife run through it as her breath came in short, pain filled gasps and the sound of her sobs filled the silent bedroom. Her tears, the tears of pain, sadness, betrayal, that fell from her eyes landed on his letter, smudging his words, and fell onto the amulet that was still on her lap.

Without Buffy noticing, the amulet began to glow. Brighter and brighter it got, until Buffy was pulled out of her anguish by the light that had taken over her room. Before she could even question what was happening, the room began spinning, the light from the amulet turning her bedroom into what looked like nothing more than smudged colours of an oil painting. A loud bang echoed, in the room or in her head she wasn’t sure, and everything went pitch black.

Minutes of what sounded like the screaming of trains, or planes, or some other form of heavy machinery, combined with the ‘whoosing’ sound of air at fast speed, and Buffy landed with a thud. She opened her eyes and tried to look around, but her vision was blurred. She blinked, trying to clear it, but nothing helped. Having no idea where she was, she was placed her hands on the ground underneath her and raised her body into a crouching position, before standing on shakey legs. Still with blurred vision, Buffy looked around, trying to figure out where she was. She began to turn, slowly, in a circle, surveying the area but stopped, standing still in her place. She stared at what was in front of her, blinking in again to clear her vision, unsure of what she was seeing was real.

“Mummy?” Buffy asked, her voice barely a whisper

“Yes honey, it’s me.”

TBC





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