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Kallysten
Disclaimer : Of course they belong to someone else, I just play with them sometimes.
Distribution : Sure, just tell me where.
Story notes : AU, set after As We Were and before Hell's Bells.
Warnings : Character Death, Bloodplay, NC-17 in future chapters
Feedback : Anything but flames kallysten_fr@yahoo.com As for most fanfic authors,
feedback motivates me to write faster... (hint, hint)
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Sitting on top of the pillar that marked the cemetery’s gate, Spike grabbed the running vampire by an arm. He wanted to watch his Slayer fight one on one. Not that it would last long, the vamp she was currently tackling didn’t stand a chance against her. Just the same, he loved to watch her dance. Too soon, the first vamp was dust, and she eyed the one struggling against his grip.
“I could take care of this guy if you want,” he proposed casually.
She rolled her eyes at him, hands on her hips.
“Whatever. Your call.”
“Come on, Slayer,” he said with a smirk, “admit it, you want to stake him yourself. Even if he’s not much of a challenge, you want to do it. Makes you all hot and bothered, doesn’t it?”
“You’re a pig, Spike.”
Her grin softened the words. The still struggling vamp was forgotten as they teased each other back and forth. Bickering was another of the many things he loved to do with her. It had been fun before, when his teasing led mostly to insults and glares. But now it was even better.
Three days already that he was in Heaven. He kept expecting to wake up and find that it had all been a dream. And yet, every day, he woke by her side. He felt like he had found his place in the world.
“Spike, it’s not funny anymore,” she said with a pout, starting to walk away. “Dawn is waiting for us to go see that movie and with your games we’ll end up late.”
He watched her for a couple of seconds, then dropped the vampire without warning. The idiot had seen his companion get staked in five seconds flat, he should have known better than to run after the Slayer. And yet he did, finding himself on the pointy end of a stake before he even knew it. Buffy raised an eyebrow at Spike, brushing ashes off her coat absently.
“Are you coming or what?”
He smirked as he jumped off the pillar and strode toward her, placing a wet and noisy kiss on her forehead.
“You’re beautiful when you slay, luv.”
She giggled a little as she wrapped her arm around him.
“Only when I slay?”
* * * * *
Walking home unhurriedly, Spike by her side and Dawn a little ahead of them, Buffy couldn’t help smiling. Funny how the small things were getting to her. Just holding his hand was nice. Seeing Dawn happy was nice. Going to a lame movie with the two persons she loved most was nice. Knowing just how much she loved them was nice. Life was nice. Better than nice. So what if she was undead?
She couldn’t remember the last time she had been so carefree. No Dawn problem. No money problem. No heart problem. No Big Bad to battle, except for these three annoying geeks, but they didn’t quite qualify for the job. She was just free to enjoy her life as she wished, and it felt like it was the first time in years.
Dawn had stopped in front of a gate, and they caught up with her.
“Can we visit her?” she asked softly.
“Dawnie,” Buffy replied kindly, “cemeteries by night are not exactly a good idea. You can come tomorrow.”
“But during the day we can’t go together,” the teen insisted. “Please? It’s not like anyone is going to attack me with you two here.”
Dawn had quickly perfected her technique in the last couple of days. She knew that making puppy eyes at Spike would win him to her cause, and together they could convince Buffy of just about anything. The best example of that had been their movie choice. Right now, she was doing it again. And of course it was working.
“Nibblet’s right, luv. The Big Bad can protect his two ladies.”
She raised an eyebrow at his insufferable cocky grin.
“Listen to the guy who just sits and watch while I do all the slaying. You know I could beat you in twenty seconds, right, Big Bad?”
He laughed at that, a deep, quiet laugh.
“’Might surprise you, luv. We’ll have to try that one of these days.”
Dawn stomping her foot brought them back to more immediate matters.
“Ok,” Buffy gave in. “Let’s go. But not too long, it’s getting late.”
Cemeteries at night felt a lot different, Buffy reflected, when you were visiting your lost ones rather than checking on newly risen vampires. The silence was almost oppressive, the moonlight cast long shadows everywhere, and she tightened unconsciously her grip on Spike’s hand. He glanced at her sideways, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it soothingly.
“I wish we had flowers,” Dawn murmured, echoing a thought that had just run through Buffy’s mind.
But when they reached the tomb of their mother, they noticed the two red roses simply laid at the stone’s foot.
“I wonder who…” Dawn started, then turned to face Spike questioningly.
The night before, when he had moved his few belongings from the crypt to Revello, he had brought back a bouquet of roses, exactly like the ones on the ground. He shrugged, but his fake casualness fooled neither sister.
“I had to give my thanks,” he said almost inaudibly. “The lady brought you two into this world.”
Before he knew it, both teary girls were hugging the vampire. Dawn broke away first, returning her attention to Joyce’s tomb, but Buffy remained against him. The memory of seeing her mother was still fresh in her mind, and even if she knew it had only been an hallucination, it was still painful.
“Mom,” Dawn’s quiet voice rose into the night, “I know you liked Spike so you must be happy he’s part of the family now. I wish you were here with us. I miss you.”
Without letting go of Spike’s hand, Buffy came closer to her sister, encircling her shoulders with her free arm. For a few minutes, they stayed side by side, quietly staring at the cold stone and its engraved letters. Spike was the one to break the silence.
“Lets go home, girls. Who’s up for a nice warm chocolate before bed?”
“As long as you don’t forget the marshmallows,” Dawn said with a smile.
They made their way out of the cemetery and toward Revello drive, Buffy listening to the two kids argue over the best kind of marshmallow to put in hot chocolate. Spike was more than a century old, Dawn was made of an energy older than mankind, yet the Slayer felt like she was the oldest of the three. She had seen and done so much in her mere 21 years of life. She might have felt burnt out. She certainly had felt that way not that long ago. But when he had turned her, Spike had opened a door to a new world of possibilities. He noticed that she was looking at him as they walked, and gave her the sweetest of his smiles. Not a grin, not a smirk, just pure love drawn on his lips.
“You’re ok, luv?”
“I’m better than ok. I feel great. And it’s all thanks to you.”
* * * * *
Spike glanced at Dawn as she walked in the kitchen, giving her a wink and a smile as a good morning greeting. Then he returned to his observation of the Slayer. He could understand her desire to keep a human schedule, and had no trouble adjusting to it as well. He could also understand her need to take care of Dawn, since he felt the same way. But why she was preparing, all at the same time, eggs, pancakes, toasts, as well as placing on the table three different kind of cereals, he had no idea. Apparently, Dawn was as puzzled as he was.
“Uh, gosh. Did we open a chain? Are we the International House of something?”
As she said that, she looked questioningly at Spike. He shook his head slowly, indicating that he didn’t know either what was going through Buffy’s mind.
“It’s just breakfast,” Buffy answered, oblivious. “What kind of syrup do you want on your pancakes?”
“Syrup comes in kinds?”
Dawn settled at the table and started eating what Buffy was placing in front of her. The microwave beeped and the Slayer grabbed the two mugs inside it, giving one to Spike before settling on his lap. He could have sworn she was deliberately grinding against him, teasing him as he could do nothing while the Nibblet was in the room. Repressing a smile, he promised himself to make her pay for that later.
“So what are we doing tonight?” she asked cheerfully. “Any idea Dawnie?”
Dawn drank some juice before answering.
“Well, actually, since you ask, I was thinking… instead of you hanging out with me, maybe... maybe I could hang out with you two.”
Spike understood immediately where the kid was headed, and by the look she gave him she was counting on his help. Buffy however wasn’t getting it. He couldn’t see her face, with her sitting on his lap, but he knew her body language well enough to know what that slight tilt of her head meant. He placed his lips on the exposed flesh of her neck, making her shiver, before giving her a clue.
“She wants to come patrol with us, luv.”
Dawn’s nod confirmed he had been right. Buffy was quiet, too quiet, too tense. He could feel her ready to get up. He sneaked one arm around her waist, holding her to him.
“You and your mates were out patrolling every night when you were her age.”
She twisted on his lap until she was sideways, where she could look both at him and Dawn.
“Yes, well, technically, she’s one-and-a-half.”
Spike noticed Dawn’s frown. She didn’t find that amusing.
“I just think I could help,” she said stubbornly.
“Dawn. I'm trying so hard to keep you away from that stuff. I don't want you to be around dangerous things that can kill you.”
Coming from the mouth of a vampire, who was currently sitting on another vampire’s knees, the comment sounded somewhat ironical.
“This is the Hellmouth, luv,” Spike said matter-of-factly. “Whatever you want, Nibblet is going to bump into dangerous things sooner or later. At least if she comes on patrol every now and then she can learn to fight them.”
For a few seconds, Buffy seemed to be contemplating his words. When he felt her body relax slightly in his embrace, he knew she was agreeing.
“Ok. But only once in a while. And when there’s no school the next day.”
Dawn’s face glowed with delight. She was about to say something when the doorbell rang. She jumped from her seat happily to get it. As she left the kitchen, Buffy looked at Spike, seriousness in her eyes and voice.
“Why did you insist so much? It’s dangerous. She could get hurt.”
He chuckled and hugged her.
“Luv, when she sees how fast you dust vamps, she’s going to get bored really quick and she’ll forget all about patrolling.”
He laughed a little more at her surprised look and kissed her soundly. The kiss grew hot and fiery pretty quick, as his hands wandered under her shirt and her fingers tangled in his hair. They were interrupted by Dawn’s insistent coughing. Their lips separated and they looked up to her at the same time, finding her surrounded by Anya and her week old husband.
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