Chapter 24 – Empty Meadows
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Cerulean eyes fluttered closed with exhaustion. It had already been a month since he lost Buffy to Drusilla. They’d been everywhere looking for her; the four had combed the country side in search of the lost Slayer but to no avail. His new found friends could only stand back and watch as he slowly slipped more into himself with each passing day. Tonight’s lead was just another wild goose chase that left them again empty handed in Paris of all places. He hated the French capital with a passion, though it being one of Dru’s favorite places he figured it would be the best place to look though so far no such luck had come of it. In the end he just sighed and said that he was off to bed. He fiddled with the key card for only a few moments before the door swung open and he flopped down onto the bed, within moments the blanket of sleep over took him.
~ The tortured scream of panic and fright continued to echo in his ears. He looked down at the young thing in front of him and couldn’t help the wicked smile that curled on his lips. Picking her up by the scruff of her neck he gave the two puncture hole on her neck one last quick lick before turning toward the soft footsteps coming up behind him.
“Hello sweets…” she said softly
“Princess…” he breathed out
She was absolutely stunning as she practically floated toward him. The bodice of the dress she wore clung to her slender waist while showing her ample breast. Her dress flowed down to her ankles falling softly over her hips. Its emerald color brought out the accent in her soft hazel eyes. As she walked toward the fallen warrior a strange light entered her eyes.
“Mmmm, a good kill… a clean kill, though you did not walk away unharmed” she noted as she saw the crimson liquid that poured from his split brow
“Don’t consider it an injury… more like a souvenir” he said with a smirk
A childish giggle filled the air as she began to dance around the fallen warrior, a blissful smile gracing her angelic like features. Spike just watch with lust filled eyes as his darling girl danced around the cooling corpse. Then just as suddenly she stopped her eyes clear and bright as she looked at him.
“Sweet William, my sweet Will… make love to me” she begged as she held her slender arms out for him
Growling softly William stalked over to his lover and instantly picked her up into his arms. She couldn’t help but moan softly as she felt the cool marble floor press up against her skin. Soft open mouth kisses fluttered across the supple skin of her neck and down onto her chest. William purred softly into her chest and the sound vibrated throughout her body sending small jolts of pleasure all throughout her body. Growling in pleasure when he felt small yet strong hands griping his upper arms while her delectable little mouth trailed a path down his neck and along where his pulse should have been.
Suddenly he felt the delicious pierce of fangs slipping into his throat and in that moment he was lost. He clutched her diminutive form to his chest while his head lolled back allowing his sweet girl to feed from him. Moaning softly as the spicy liquid flowed past her lips and down her throat. Pulling back she gave a soft lick to the twin wounds and looked up into her lover’s now saffron eyes.
William’s blissful expression slowly melted away when he looked down at the deceivingly young looking beauty lying in his arms. Starting back at him were liquid green eyes and an impish smile. Giggling softly she whispered…
‘William’ ~
Gasping loudly Spike sat straight up in bed his chest heaving with unneeded air. Doing his best to get his breath back he staggered from the bed and over to the window, pressing his forehead to the cool glass he sighed heavily trying to get the image from his mind… his Buffy, looking like a vampire but not.
It was something he didn’t care to analyze at that moment in time but it only furthered his need to find her and soon. The bond he had with her still hummed with life and that was the only thing he could comfort himself with… was that Dru hadn’t harmed her… yet.
Tortured azure eyes looked toward the sky; he could already smell the dawn that was still a few hours away. An icy tear slipped down his cheek and splashed against the alabaster skin of his hand. Placing one hand against the glass he traced the condensation that had formed on the window pane. The silence that permeated the room was soon broken by the sound of shattering glass…
… Looking down at his hand he felt strangely detached as he watched the dark red liquid flow from his knuckles and on to the floor. The few spaces it hit on the rug it instantly soaked into the floor staining it while other stray drops splashed onto the glass shards that littered the floor. It was then he could no longer keep the tears at bay and as they fell freely they too fell on to the floor to mix with the blood already drying there…
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In the darkened apartment with a glass of scotch in his hand the man continued to attempt to figure out where everything went so very wrong, he knew the others could be harsh on Buffy at times; he himself did tend to forget that she carried more than the weight of the world on her shoulders. Most Slayers didn't have friends or family, Buffy had both so she had more than twice as much to worry about.
Xander and Willow had to be the worst, they still couldn't believe that Buffy would abandon them the way she did. They just didn't care to see that she lost her mother and sister in only a few weeks span of one another and then they left her with Spike of all people. Giles immediately berated himself for blaming the vampire, anyone who cared to look could clearly see how the vampire cared for his Slayer, he was just angry and hurt that he'd lost her so easily to someone else. Though it was his own fault it didn't make him hurt any less.
It was hard to believe that nearly seven months had past. And 2 months since he’d heard from his Slayer, though in his heart of hearts knew it was pointless he sent out some of his scouts to check the London area but by the time he’d gotten any news of his Slayer she and her cohorts had been long gone. About two weeks ago he’d gotten a call from a man he’d never thought he’d hear from again… at least not for some amount of time.
Ethan Rayne
After a heated ten minute conversation, he discovered a lot of the rumors that were flying through the underground might actually hold some truth to them. It seemed as though Drusilla might have returned but other than that he hadn’t heard anything. The only thing the Watcher could hope for was that Spike’s love for his Slayer was true and that he didn’t have any real linger feelings left for his former paramour.
Sighing heavily he heaved his body out of the chair and trudged over to the kitchen counter, not bothering with a glass he snatched up a bottle of the amber liquid and flopped back down onto the couch. It would be morning soon, he could already hear a few birds chirping as if welcoming the dawn that was to come. Raising his eyes heavenward he let the comforting burn of the alcohol run down his throat as he waited for the sun to rise.
A new day was about to begin.
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Fiery red strands of silk intermingled with that of a dark chocolate brown. A soft groan filled the room as Xander shifted against the less then comfortable cushions of the couch. Soft chocolate colored eyes fluttered open softly when he felt the subtly shift of a warm body next to him. Surprised to find that it was his sweet Willow instead of Anya though he soon shrugged the surprise off and settled back down into the warm blanket that covered them both, it was then the memories from the previous evening began to wash over him.
Groaning softly bleary brown eyes blinked several times before they focused on the glaring red numbers that read, 12:02 pm. Sighing heavily he heaved himself back on to his back and shot a sideways glance towards the warm yet still very clothed body that was occupying the other half of his bed.
“Wills; we gotta get up, it’s already past noon.” He said huskily
The tiny red head groaned and snuggled deeper into the bed covers completely ignoring her long time best friend’s words. Xander let his eyes run up and down the length of her body and realized that she was probably still really knocked out from the night before and if he was going to be honest with himself, so was he.
It was only a few hours ago he and Willow were at each other’s throats. Every nasty, dirty, below the belt comment had been made… and probably more than thrice over. The tiny red head probably swore she’d hex a million times over before they began just all out throwing things at each other. Anything that wasn’t overly heavy or tacked down to the floor in some way became ammo. He couldn’t help but shake his head as he looked around his bedroom… even the items in there were fair game. He grimaced when he saw the god awful crystal dog Anya had gotten him last Christmas in shattered pieces on the floor. Though he hated the hideous thing, he knew he’d never hear the end of it from her.
Sighing softly to himself he carefully made his way off of the bed and out of the room. He knew he was awake and there was no way he was getting back to sleep especially with it being so late in the day. Looking around his apartment he shuddered when he realized he was the one that was going to have to clean it all but then his mood brightened considerable when he realized he could totally guilt trip his best friend who was sleeping in the other room to help him.
Suddenly there was a squeal of tires outside and the sounds of sirens filled the air. Out of pure curiosity he walked out onto the small balcony he had and looked on as the fire truck quickly made its way down his block and out of sight taking the sound of sirens with it. Soft chocolate colored eyes couldn’t help but cloud with concern as he wondered where the truck was headed, trying to shake of his mood he headed back into the apartment and walked into the kitchen and pulled out bottled water. He stopped short when the sight of a picture from what seemed like a century ago caught his attention.
It was a bright sunny day and there she was, in all of her golden and emerald splendor. It was a Saturday that Giles had given all of them off, including the Watcher himself so the decision was soon made to head out into the world of sunlight, a rarity for them. The quartet headed over to Weatherby Park and spent the day playing around and just goofing off. Xander couldn’t help but smile fondly at the memory. It was the spring semester of their sophomore year and Sunnydale High and he marveled at how young they all looked back then. Shaking his head ruefully he dutifully replaced the picture and flopped down on the couch and not for the first time in his life did he question if meeting a miss Buffy Summers was a blessing… or a curse.
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Dark
Black
Nothing
She could feel him inside and there as nothing she could do as of right now to get him out. He was there twisting, turning, pulling and ripping at her insides. She moaned softly and her usually bright emerald eyes were a washed out mossy color. Looking up at her companion she smiled sadly before her body went limp and the spark that always flashed and flickered in her eyes fizzled out.
Drusilla wailed helplessly as she looked down at the girl in her arms. She had failed and he was inside her now, he was going to extinguish the sun unless she did something to stop him. Unbidden tears came to her eyes and glistened brightly causing her already dark eyes to shimmer. Though as soon as they appeared, they disappeared. Leaning down she brushed back the stilly silky hair from her darling girl’s now cooling and paling face.
“Do not worry my sweet, mummy is here. I promise to make the bad man go away. I couldn’t stop daddy from taking me but I can stop him from taking you. Sweet lil sunshine with such empty meadows…” she crooned softly
Lifting her head, her ethereal features and dark eyes soon melted away to the fragile yet deadly ridges and glowing saffron eyes of her demon; she growled softly and reared back with a sudden roar before she ripped into her girl’s throat. Blood so hot hit her tongue causing her cool body to shiver from the contact. She pulled back just as violently and the crimson liquid dripped from her canines and the corners of her lips. Panting heavily she her demonic visage slipped away but her eyes remained a bright gold till they slowly shifted to a luminous hue of blue.
“The sun can only be blocked by the moon…” she whispered
And with that Drusilla the Mad, Childer to Angelus the Scourge slowly crumbled into dust. Slowly the silver flecks settled around the prone body of the Slayer almost in a protective embrace. All was silent except for the gentle dripping of an unknown water source and the trembling of Drake’s undead bones.
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Sapphire eyes snapped open blinked wildly for a moment. Spike propelled himself upward in bed and his head feel into one of his hands. For someone who didn’t have to breathe he was panting uncontrollably.
It was then he knew where his mate was.
It was then he knew that his sire was dead.
It was then he knew that his mate… was gone…
End of Chapter 24
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