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England-Watcher’s Library at Headquarters

Dawn waded through the books in the library making her way slowly to Giles. He was swimming in the sea of books, his mind the only one knowing the organization through the mess.
“Did you tell her?” Giles took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose, the fatigue of a 28 hour research finally catching up to him.
“She didn’t believe me Giles, how can she not believe me I mean, look at how his death is slowly killing her, and she doesn’t even believe me, seriously…”
“Dawn, DAWN! OK, but I have to admit this isn’t a surprise to me, I thought that she might reject this news, as you are telling me she did. So we just have to give it time, ok Dawn, we have to gather more research…”
“And make her believe” Dawn finished.
“Yes exactly, now lets get to work. You have the translation correct?”
“Yes, and I was able to translate a little more last night.”
“Good, good. I have another book that might work”
So they started their research. Dawn taking a seat by the new Head Watcher, and began to translate again.

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Buffy’s Apartment

It can’t be true, I won’t let myself think its possible that he’s back. I won’t, I won’t, I wo…
This was Buffy’s last thought as she started to drift off to sleep, refusing herself that peace of mind.

‘Buffy, Buffy luv, you have to stop this, your killing yourself Slayer. Don’t do that over a monster like me, pet’
Buffy saw Spike through a cloud of mist, a golden glow around his gorgeous form. Buffy saw the love and peace radiating to her from his eyes, making love with her soul.
‘But I miss you, I need you Spike…William. I can’t stand being here without you.’
She just had to touch him, she started to walk forward, just whispers of step afraid of what she might find. She reached out her hand and felt the coldness of his flesh,, her eyes finally letting out the tears that were always held there.
‘You have to, for Lil Bit, for your friends, for your slayerette. They need you love.’
‘But I just can’t, William, don’t let me’
‘Be strong, Buffy’
‘No, NO! not without you.’
‘you have to, luv’
‘Spike shut up, I need to feel you against me, feel your flesh, feel your hardness inside me, I need your love’
And with that Spike reached across the space in between them grabbed her arm and pulled her against his chess.
‘You do have my love Slayer’
‘Then make love to me William’
He stared into her eyes, and slowly bent down, hesitantly brushing his lips against her. Buffy felt the warmth then, felt it enveloping her dead body, and pulled him into another kiss, putting all her love for him into it.
He slowly pulled off her tank top, still within the strong hold of the kiss. He slowly caressed her shoulder, were the tank top had left skin. The kiss moved its way down her throat to the pulsing jugular in her neck, he gave it a long heated kiss before moving onto her breasts.
Buffy gasped trying to keep coherent thought. She was finally with him again even if it was a dream, it was so real.
She responded willingly to the kisses Spike was giving her, letting her kiss him any way he wanted, her body arching as he lifted his other hand and started caressing the flesh of her other breast.
With his other hand he stroked the length of her spine, barely touching, sending tingles to her toes. She moved forward thrusting against his hardness slowly. Following the rhythm that Spike was setting. Wetness surged between her legs, begging for more skin.
She started to grab at his shirt, distracted constantly by the administration on her breasts. She whimpered, telling Spike what she wanted. He stepped back for a second, taking off his shirt and removing her boxers and underwear as well.
He started at her, and she saw the disbelief in his eyes, she moved her way forward and started to kiss him again, showing him this is what she really wanted.
He swooped her up then, taking the breath out of her, and slowly lowering her to the mist covered floor.
Once she was lying down, he started to bath her body with kisses, worshiping every inch. She took a sharp intake of breath when he located her center and started to drink her juices. She could only mewl with pleasure as he started to take her with his tongue. He varied pressures, and angles, first licking softly form anus to clit, then thrusting deep into her with his tongue, then rubbing roughly against her clit. She came then with a storm of pleasure. She bucked into his mouth wanting more contact.
As she started to come back to him she felt him ascend her body, looking into his eyes he paused, making sure this is what she wanted. With a tiny nod he positioned himself and thrust slowly into her, torturing them both. When he was finally in to the hilt, he paused, and she marveled at how he filled her, so much like a key, to a lock. They adjusted to each other, not yet wanting to break the spell over themselves.
She couldn’t wait though any longer. She had to feel that pleasure only he could bring her. She started to wiggle against him, telling Spike that she was ready. He painstakingly slowly pulled out, almost all the way, making Buffy wimper from the short loss. He then just a smoothly and slowly pushed in again, making her eyes role back into her head from pleasure. He did this again and again, each time coming out almost all the way, coming in, rubbing against her clit, and pulling out again. They rocked like this, foreheads together, staring into each others eyes till Buffy felt the tale tell signs start to build within her stomach. She started to whimper again. And move faster against Spike. Thrusting faster, each needing that release. Spike reached down in between them and rubbed small circles against her clit and grabbing a peaked nipple within his mouth. Buffy whirled into a heaven like orgasm, small explosions going off all over her body, making her toes curl. Floating, floating, floating, feeling Spike come as she did, and shoot his cum into her womb, again completing her.
They stayed in that dream like state for a while, Buffy’s head now resting on Spikes chest, both fading off into sleep. But before they did Buffy reached up and brought Spikes gaze to hers.
She stared into his cerulean blue eyes, that were always so alive with challenge and just a hint of danger. Now those blue depths were once again vulnerable, his love for her making him, William the Bloody, over 100 year old vampire, scourge of Europe, vulnerable. She once again met their lips in a soft loving kiss.
‘I love you, William the Bloody,’
‘No you don’t, but thanks for saying it.”
Buffy slammed head first into the real world, bolting up in bed. She quickly wrapped her arms around Mr. Gordo, and yet again cried, for his disbelief in his words.
She then started to think.
‘Fucking Hell, why the fuck doesn’t that bastard believe me. Why the hell is he so high and mighty that he just can’t believe it when I tell him that I fucking love his. That little fuck. Shit, fuck…’
She kept think of these obscenities, till she remembered what Dawn had told her that morning.
‘THE PROPHECY! Now we’ll see who the fuck doesn’t believe who.’
And with that Buffy descended from the ranks of mind killing pain, to just plain killing anger. She grabbed some cloths, yelled for Willow at the top of her lungs, and waited for the which to appear, and transport her to London.
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England-Watcher’s Library at Headquarters



Buffy stormed through the new Watchers headquarters, challenging all that tried to stop her with a deadly look. She made her way past the security guards, past the offices, training rooms, and medical hall, making her way into the library at last.
She threw books that were in the way of her war path, making her way straight for Dawn and Giles, who’s head were now lying on more books, they were fast asleep.
Buffy though didn’t seem to care. She just took a book lying on the table and slammed in down hard, making the table groan and buckle with protest.
Both family members bolted up, trying to make heads or tails of what was going on.
‘Where the hell is the prophecy, and what the fuck does it say’
The Head watcher and watcher in training just looked at each other and smiled.

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