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A Link is Forged by behind blue eyes Chapter Twelve Hello all! Before you read on, I need to clarify the direction I'm taking. Don't worry, I'll be brief. The last chapter started with it being Wednesday. With the natural progression of things, Tuesday was the day before and in Buffydom of course something happened. In this case, the episode Amends did, but this time with my own twist. Everything occurred as it did in the episode, EXCEPT for the First playing host to This is your Unlife Angel (Actually, NOTHING regarding the First occurred). Without getting into all the reasons, the main one was it didn't flow with my story. So I took major poetic license here. Yes, if you've read my other stories, I tend to stick close to the episodes, unless it's a rewrite, but for S&G I decided against it here. Okay, that wasn't as short as I initially intented, sorry. Anywho, I hope this explains everything. Before I go, I'd like to give a big thanks to my lovely betas Sanityfair and Diebirchen. Love ya ladies! ____________________________________________________________
After a quick sweep of Restfield cemetery, Buffy followed Willow’s advice and headed home. When she arrived, she was greeted by a scene taken from almost every American household, a mom staring at the television with a heaping bowl of buttery popcorn on her lap.
Wow! After the well-known lion roared, her mom finally acknowledged Buffy’s presence. “Oh hi, Buffy. Sorry, that movie always has me on the edge of my seat. Are you feeling okay, sweetie?” Buffy watched her mom shifting effortlessly into “concerned mom-mode.”
“Yeah, I’m just tired. I haven’t been sleeping well.” Buffy grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl and nibbled on a piece.
Buffy was lying on the floor, staring up at Spike who was standing over a box with the word Desire scrawled across the lid. Off in the distance, she heard someone trying to break free from a room down the hall, but her attention remained on Spike. With devilish delight, he opened the box and was instantly bathed in bright light.
“Buffy, sweetie, wake up.” Buffy’s eyes snapped opened and focused on her mother standing above her.
Buffy rubbed her eyes and unsteadily stood from the couch. She noticed her mom had now shifted into full-on “concern mom-mode.” Not wanting or ready to explain all the whys she was so out of it and for the sleepless nights, she headed for the stairs. “Thanks, Mom, I hope it does.” Buffy climbed two steps then turned back to face her mom standing next to the newel post. “Outta curiosity, what was the name of that movie you were watching?”
“Kiss Me Deadly. Why, was that what you were dreaming about?”
She headed to the bathroom and, after completing her ablutions, entered her bedroom. Without turning on the light, she dressed in her regular nightwear, a camisole and pajama bottoms, then slid under the cool sheets. Now all she had to do was wait…
After taking care of one craving by feeding off some co-ed over by the college, Spike made his way to quench another more potent hunger. Unexpectedly, as he reached mid-thigh, cobra-quick, she clamped her thighs shut, trapping his hand. She held him tightly until she reached down and grasped his wrist then roughly pushed his arm away. Before he could respond, she reached over and turned on the bedside table lamp.
The room filled with a bright light, causing Spike to blink quickly trying to acclimate. When his vision cleared, he noticed the Slayer scrambling to sit up, hiking her bed sheet up under her chin along the way, and brandishing a stake. A Slayer’s multitasking at its finest. “I want the Slayer dead, Spike. But you're lying, I can still see her. Floating all around you. Laughing. Why don't you push her away?
You can't blame a girl, Spike. You're all covered with her. I look at you. All I see is the Slayer.”
Hoping the coast was clear, she released her dead grip, swung her legs over the side of the bed, stood, and started pacing.
Spike settled into the alcove he discovered not too long ago while spying on the Slayer. Now, instead of eyeing a petite blonde, he was watching a curvy brunette with pouty cock-swallowing lips, tantalizingly swaying her hips to the music’s heavy beat. This was exactly what he needed, a chit nothing like her.
She entered the Bronze and midway across the dance floor, she felt off. To her left she felt the distinguishable tingling of a vampire nearby. Not any vampire, but Spike. Turning, she searched the crowd and easily found him courtesy of his unmistakable radioactive colored hair. Buffy shoved her way through the other dancers, stopping short in front of Spike and this woman. It only took only a moment before Spike released the brunette as though she were doused in holy water. Buffy swore he looked almost shamefaced, but this was fleeting. Just as quickly, he appeared to remember himself as the Big Bad and rewrapped his arms around the other woman. His cock and swagger back with a vengeance. “Slayer.” His nonchalant, formal greeting and his returning his arms to the ho’s waist, made Buffy teeter precariously on the edge of choosing to stake his pasty ass, not to mention breaking her own rule of not killing humans. “So is this little girl your groupie or something?” The brunette eyed Buffy with disdain, her heavily crimson-stained lips lifted in a sneer.
“No, not a groupie. And by the way, I’ll have you know this little girl will severely kick your skanky ass if you don’t back away, right now.” Buffy’s saccharine sweet voice belied the anger roiling off her in waves.
Buffy glared at Spike, her eyes shooting lethally pointy stakes. Without a word, she turned on her heel and walked away. She only made it as far as the alleyway when she felt a bruising grip on her shoulder and was spun around then backed into a brick wall.
Joan of Arc: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_of_arc The “Well-known lion” was referring to the MGM’s lion, Leo. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leo_the_Lion_(MGM) Casablanca: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casablanca_(film) It’s a Wonderful Life: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It%27s_a_Wonderful_Life Kiss Me Deadly: black and white movie released in 1955. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiss_Me_Deadly “…old stuffy guy with a bad accent, beard, and cigar” was reference to Sigmund Freud http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sigmund_Freud Drusilla’s words are from episode Fool for Love written by Douglas Petrie. Jessica Rabbit is a character from Who Framed Roger Rabbit? She was voluptuous and married to Roger Rabbit. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Who_Framed_Roger_Rabbit_characters This is a picture of Jessica Rabbit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Who_Framed_Roger_Rabbit_characters
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