Post by Emmie on Jul 5, 2009 22:16:12 GMT -5
Title: Lost in the Moment
Summary: Buffy discovers Spike’s back amongst the unliving at an inopportune moment. Post-Not Fade Away.
Characters: Buffy, Spike
Genre: Extreme Angst
Length: 150 words
Rating: R for violence.
Warning:
Disclaimer: Not mine, all belongs to Whedon and Fox.
Author’s Note: I’ve been a bit obsessed with Buffy/Spike reunions. It’s a common theme for my stories. Here’s another way I’ve imagined it going down.
Buffy attacks with abandon, her limbs a blur of motion slowing only to forcefully crash into the bodies of her foes. A lucky punch clips her jaw and she falls, immediately rolling on to her back to defend herself. But the demon doesn’t continue his attack. He’s already dead and another demon holds out his hand to help her stand. Their hands part and she stares in shock.
“Spike?!”
He smiles, eyes warm as he briefly looks her over before returning to the battle. She watches his violent dance, struggling to breathe. Spike is alive. He’s back. How?
She only pauses for a moment. A few seconds at most. But it’s long enough for the knife to slip between her shoulderblades. Long enough for the blade to twist and snap her spine. Long enough for her to realize she’s let her guard down.
Spike is alive. And now she’s not.
******
Summary: Buffy discovers Spike’s back amongst the unliving at an inopportune moment. Post-Not Fade Away.
Characters: Buffy, Spike
Genre: Extreme Angst
Length: 150 words
Rating: R for violence.
Warning:
Character Death
Disclaimer: Not mine, all belongs to Whedon and Fox.
Author’s Note: I’ve been a bit obsessed with Buffy/Spike reunions. It’s a common theme for my stories. Here’s another way I’ve imagined it going down.
Buffy attacks with abandon, her limbs a blur of motion slowing only to forcefully crash into the bodies of her foes. A lucky punch clips her jaw and she falls, immediately rolling on to her back to defend herself. But the demon doesn’t continue his attack. He’s already dead and another demon holds out his hand to help her stand. Their hands part and she stares in shock.
“Spike?!”
He smiles, eyes warm as he briefly looks her over before returning to the battle. She watches his violent dance, struggling to breathe. Spike is alive. He’s back. How?
She only pauses for a moment. A few seconds at most. But it’s long enough for the knife to slip between her shoulderblades. Long enough for the blade to twist and snap her spine. Long enough for her to realize she’s let her guard down.
Spike is alive. And now she’s not.
******
Brilliant! AGAIN.