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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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Buffy’s hand hesitated on the door’s handle. She turned back toward the street, but Spike had already driven away. She was a bit annoyed with him for that. He had made her what she was, he should have been at her side as she returned home. At least, he had said he would be in his crypt if she wanted to talk to him. Or stake him.
She was still in front of the door, stalling, when it opened, revealing Dawn. The teen squealed in delight and threw herself into Buffy’s arms. Tears came down the oldest Summers cheeks. She felt like she hadn’t seen Dawn in years, even if it had only been a couple of days. Finally, Dawn pulled back and gave her an almost shy smile.
“It’s really you, Buffy ?”
“Yes Dawnie. It’s really me.”
She tried to step into the house, but was stopped by an invisible barrier.
“Almost me,” she muttered.
That was a grim reminder that the house’s mortgage was far from being paid off. She pushed the thought away, she would have time to worry about money later.
Dawn realized what had happened and invited her in, grabbing her hand and leading her to the living room. Buffy froze when she realized they were all there. All the persons who counted in her life.
Willow was the first to step to her, a question plain on her worried face.
“Yes Will, it worked. Thank you.”
The redhead hugged her, and for an instant it was as if nothing had changed. But everything had, of course. Her acute awareness of the girl’s blood flowing just a nibble away was just one of the things that had changed.
“Giles and Tara helped me,” Willow said with a sheepish grin. “And we changed the curse so no happiness clause for you.”
Buffy nodded, smiling gratefully at Tara, who returned a warmth smile of her own. She forced herself to meet Xander’s eyes. Xander, the one among them who hated vampires with passion, with or without soul. He smiled to her too, hesitantly, unmoving from his spot on the sofa, Anya’s hand clutched into his. She understood the message. He wouldn’t be hugging her any time soon. But he wouldn’t stake her either.
“Hey Buffy, glad to see you’re better.”
“Yeah, thanks Anya.”
There, almost done. She only had two men left to confront in her new condition of vampiress.
Her gaze sought first the youngest of the pair.
“Hello Giles,” she said quietly.
His eyes were filled with tears behind his glasses, but a faint grin was on his lips.
“Buffy…’
In two strides, he was hugging her awkwardly, and she felt sobs rise in her throat. “I tried to stop it, Giles, I promise I did. But I was just too weak. I’m so sorry.”
He patted her back gently, and when he spoke she realized he was crying too.
“Buffy dear, you have nothing to apologize for. No one blames you, really. We are all glad you came back to us. Even… changed.”
She pulled away from him, and as she looked into his eyes, she knew he meant it.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Her gaze swept around the room. They all were smiling and crying at the same time, to various degrees. Except for Angel. At last, she made herself look at him, and she saw what he was trying very hard to hide. The anger. No, the rage. Sparks of gold were dancing in his eyes. He was ready to kill.
She walked to him and tentatively placed a hand on his chest. He shuddered at the touch.
“If anyone stakes Spike,” she said loud enough for all present to hear, “it will be me and no one else.”
Determination flashed through Angel’s face, and she knew she had read him correctly. He was two seconds away of running out to hunt Spike down.
“You can’t ask that from me,” he growled.
“And yet I do. He is mine to deal with, Angel.”
His eyes broke contact with her, sliding down her neck to the puckered marks. He touched them lightly with a finger, much as she had touched Spike’s earlier.
Abruptly, he pulled her against his chest, holding her tight. She let out a sigh. It had been so long since he had last held her like that. Possessively. She rose to her toes to brush her lips against his. Just brush, really, nothing more…
Before she knew it, their tongues were engaged in a frantic battle, both of them oblivious to the fact that they were in the middle of the living room, with half a dozen people watching them.
“Uh, guys,” came Willow hesitant voice. “You might want to wait until I do the new curse on Angel before you… hmm… you know…”
* * * * *
To everyone’s relief, the couple separated, the vampire and Buffy looking equally embarrassed.
Willow shook her head slightly at her thought. Buffy was a vampire too. She had to get used to it, even though it was hard to believe. She really didn’t look any different at all. A little pale, maybe, but she had been pale since she had been admitted in the hospital.
It was one of these awkward moments, when no one knows what to say. They had talked a lot before she arrived, wondering whether the curse had worked, whether she would have staked Spike, whether they would need to stake her. It had been a gloomy conversation. It had reminded Willow of her doubts as she had brought her friend back to life. She had been afraid then that she would be changed by the experience, that she wouldn’t be the same Buffy they knew. Things had turned out rather ok, except for the Heaven glitch. Hopefully, things would be ok this time too. Even if she * was* changed.
Buffy the vampire. It just sounded so weird.
Willow listened absently as the three men tried to convince Buffy to let them dust Spike once and for all. She could understand all too well why he had done what he had done. After all, she had been in his place just a few months back. She had expected someone to make the comparison, but thankfully no one did. She kept thinking of his letter ‘She’ll be back, and that’s all that matters’. Hadn’t she said something like that, once ?
Eventually, it was time for everyone to go get some rest. Xander and Anya left, hand in hand, with Tara whom they were driving home. Willow hadn’t seen Xander so upset in… never. She had never, ever seen Xander so upset, and they had known each other all their lives. Anya seemed rather unworried, and Willow had a pretty good idea why. The wedding was next week. Nothing would take her mind of it, and certainly not a little thing like Buffy becoming a vamp. After all, even a vamp could be a bridesmaid.
Before she retreated to her room, the Witch witnessed some more lips smooching between Angel and Buffy as he was leaving the house. She felt a little guilty. She needed to recuperate a little before she could cast the spell for him. But she had another reason to feel at fault. She should have thought of Angel’s curse a long time ago. She knew so much now, altering it had been a simple matter, especially with Tara’s and Giles’ help. She could have permanently anchored his soul months ago, if she had just thought of it. Weird that, of all people, it had been Spike who got the idea first.
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