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The demon watched the two humans. It had trapped them in his mist,
while waiting for the Slayer and the Eletti to arrive.
It needed them. The demon could have easily taken the Slayer and
the Eletti during the battle, but when it had sensed the
underlying tensions going on among them, it had changed its mind.
The demon watched the two humans mildly interested; it could smell
their pain and how it was slowly melting with the sorrow it was
forcing them to endure thanks of its set up. Their mingled
emotions, their shared pain was creating a delicious union
which made the demon groan with pleasure
Yes, it decided, taking the Slayer and the Eletti right then
wouldn't have been as funny.
It knew they were going to arrive, after all it had carefully
chosen the two humans to make sure they came to him.
The two humans they couldn't live without. It was amusing how a
vampire could be as weak as a human where love was
concerned…especially if the said vampire was an Eletti.
The demon had always thought the Eletti were a bad joke. When it
had found out about their existence it had been delighted.
The Eletti and the Slayer…they could save the world….but their
blood could destroy it as well.
The demon laughed thinking how fun was going to be, kill the two
humans in front of them, but first thing first it had to pay a
visit to the Slayer and the Eletti, it was time to begin its hunt.
~~*~~*~~*~~
Willow had known there was something strange the moment she had
opened her eyes. Living on the Hellmouth and being a Slayerette
had taught her to
expect the unexpected
Vampires, demons, hyena boys, mummies, zombies, sorcerers,
Principal Snyder, werewolves...you name them.
They researched on them, they faced them, they slayed
them...sometimes they even shagged them...
Nothing, however, not even her vampire self from another dimension
had prepared her, to what hit her square in the face shortly after
she'd awoken that morning when she’d realized she was reliving the
events of the previous day.
<Of all days...why yesterday? >
She wondered while heading to Giles' apartment.
<Simple, because it's been the worst day of my life. Yes,
Will...your life sucks big time, and that's just another proof of
it. >
She looked around knowing exactly what was going to happen. An old
woman dropped a bag, just like the day before, she cursed, while
kneeling to pick up the oranges and apples which had fallen from
it. The day before she’d mused about oranges and apples, thinking
as usual about Spike.
She couldn’t help the tears which veiled her eyes when she
remembered Spike’s death.
She stopped in front of Giles’ apartment and looked around taking
in all the details that she usually ignored. She knew she‘d to
talk to them about what was happening.
She opened the door of Giles’ apartment and let the tears fall
when she saw her friends.
Buffy was in the kitchenette, Willow knew her friend had just
finished training and was drinking what probably was the mother of
all cups of coffee.
Xander and Anya were ‘researching’ on the couch.
She didn’t see Giles, but she heard him arguing with Spike, they
were probably in the bathroom. Willow noticed the apartment had
been sun proofed.
Spike had been there the previous morning, although she hadn’t
understood why he had been there, Giles had told her, the previous
day something about Spike seeking refuge to him for the night.
“Hey, Will…you took your time to come here, didn’t you?” Buffy
happily said returning from the kitchenette.
Willow looked at her friend, tempted to go to her and crush her in
her arms, instead she just said, “Hmm…well yeah…”
Buffy took some steps getting close to her and asked concerned,
“Hey, Will, what happened, why are you crying?”
“Nothing…” she lied
<What can I tell her? Oh, Buffy? You died yesterday and so did
Spike, but never fear because we’re repeating the same day?>
“Nothing, uh?” Buffy asked crossing her arms over her chest.
Willow nodded flashing her, her best resolve face. She sat on the
couch and asked, “Where’s Giles?”
“ He is in the bathroom with Spike, he’s going to drag him
here ”
Willow sighed. She wasn’t ready to see Spike knowing that in less
than twelve hours he was going to die to save her.
She looked at her best friend, knowing she was going to die in
Giles' arms. She clearly recalled how her blood had stained his
hands.
She clearly remembered how they hadn’t even been able to say
good-bye to each other, for her death had been too quick, though
very painful.
She wondered if she was the only one who had realized what was
happening. She looked at her friends; they seemed oblivious of
what was going on.
“Why don’t you leave me the hell alone?”
Spike’s voice came from the bathroom. Willow shook her head and
got up; she headed to the kitchenette and took a water bottle from
the fridge, taking a long gulp from it, trying to ease the dryness
in her throat.
She could still see Spike dying in her arms. She could still feel
his lips grazing her fingers. She closed her eyes, resting her
head against the fridge when she heard Spike enter the living room
with Giles.
Why had Spike saved her life?
She could see through her mind’s eyes, the hole in his chest, and
how half of his heart had been ripped from it.
She took a deep breath while opening her eyes. She had to talk to
all of them; she knew they were eventually going to believe her.
They lived on the Hellmouth, after all.
She clutched the bottle in her hands and left the kitchenette. Her
heart almost stopped in her chest when she saw Spike. He was
sitting on a chair scowling at something Giles had just told him.
Never had he looked so handsome to her, as in that moment. Until
the day before, she’d been successful at hiding her feelings to
him. She had watched as her crush had become something deeper over
the last year but she’d held her feelings back, knowing that
nothing good came from loving a vampire.
Even a vampire as strange as Spike. A vampire that had helped the
Slayer, a vampire that had been heartbroken when his mate had left
him.
A vampire that knew history and not just because he had lived it.
A vampire who once, in his own way had assured her, she was still
desirable.
She’d watched as Spike had slowly become the only reason why she
woke up smiling in the morning, yet she'd kept hiding her
feelings, she'd kept reminding herself he was a soulless vampire.
< He will die in my arms. >
She thought while sitting on the floor and picking up a book from
a table.
< Again.>
She opened the book, avoiding to look at Spike.
< I will still close my hand in a fist to keep his ashes >
She gripped the book’s edges, trying to read through the tears
which blurred her sight.
< I will still cry, cursing him for saving my life...condemning
to the hell of living without him. >
She let out a sob, not caring if anyone had heard her. Her whole
body ached to run to Spike and hold him
<Uh... did I mention I love Spike? >
“Hey, Red…what happened?” Spike asked. He didn’t look concerned,
just curious.
<Well, I do... >
Willow didn’t answer him, she looked up and met Giles’ eyes,
mirrored in his eyes she saw her same pain. The pain of seeing the
person you love much of anyone dying in your arms.
< Did I say my life sucks big time? Well, it does...it * so*
sucks. >
“It’s not just me…isn’t it?” she asked, her voice cracked.
< Did I mention I haven't the foggiest idea about what to do?
>
Giles slowly nodded. He couldn’t help looking at Buffy, who was
looking at them concerned.
“How are we going to stop it?” she asked looking at him. She
realized it had come out, more as a plea than as a question.
< Is there a way to stop it? >
“I don’t know…” Giles whispered.
< Damn, why don't they give you a manual, when they decide to
mess with time? Star Trek much? >
She thought. She took a deep breath and closed the book then she
looked at Giles, the older man nodded then cleared his throat
before saying, “We have a problem.”
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