the sky fell down on me
My gaze drifted down the cracked wall of the hotel room. The days had blended together since I'd been hurt, I hadn't seen Illyria or Spike for days. After the building had tumbled in on itself and the demon numbers had dwindled Spike had insisted we get somewhere safe. I'd been hurt badly; but held on. It had been odd, to have Spike of all people break into a butcher shop to fetch blood for me.
I'd begged Illyria to make the call for me. The Hyperion was livable, only a little destruction had gone down within its walls, but the power had been severed along with the phone lines. I'd been in no shape to walk to find a phone or really anything at all. Something about Illyria had changed since Wesley had died, she'd become more human if that was possible.
After she called Buffy and Spike made sure I was comfortable the two of them left me to chase down the remaining demons that had fled L.A. and started causing destructing in the cities surrounding. They were determined not to let them get far.
I didn't know what had changed in Spike. He never asked me what had gone on in Rome after he'd left. Maybe he'd already known, it was possibly the reason he hadn't stayed with me. He never asked how she was, if she'd mentioned him, but I knew he knew I'd seen her. And I think he knew what had happened.
The past few weeks had weighed heavily on me. Nina hadn't taken my honesty well, the world had changed irrevocably. Wolfram and Hart no longer existed in this plane, at least not in the same way it had. They were far less powerful at the momment and would take a while to regain any semblance of power. The sacrifices of my family hadn't been in vain and that was something I was thankful for.
I heard her before I saw her, my eyes were closed and I could hear her stealthy footsteps echo through the hotel's shambled lobby. I could picture her walking gracefully, carefully through the hallway, setting down a bag of weapons and supplies, pulling out a stake, possibly a sword just to be sure. The hairs raising on her neck telling her a vampire was close by, the tingle running down her spine telling her its me. I could see it all in my mind so clearly that it was enough to make me believe I was dreaming.
I heard the door open and a gasp as she looked at me, but my eyes were still closed. I know I must look horrible. Spike had told me as much, one eye was swollen shut, a good number of puncture wounds littered my body. Spike looked bad as well, but I had to take on the dragon, it would have killed me if it hadn't been for Illyria.
I opened my good eye and saw her standing there, "Buffy."
I'd begged Illyria to make the call for me. The Hyperion was livable, only a little destruction had gone down within its walls, but the power had been severed along with the phone lines. I'd been in no shape to walk to find a phone or really anything at all. Something about Illyria had changed since Wesley had died, she'd become more human if that was possible.
After she called Buffy and Spike made sure I was comfortable the two of them left me to chase down the remaining demons that had fled L.A. and started causing destructing in the cities surrounding. They were determined not to let them get far.
I didn't know what had changed in Spike. He never asked me what had gone on in Rome after he'd left. Maybe he'd already known, it was possibly the reason he hadn't stayed with me. He never asked how she was, if she'd mentioned him, but I knew he knew I'd seen her. And I think he knew what had happened.
The past few weeks had weighed heavily on me. Nina hadn't taken my honesty well, the world had changed irrevocably. Wolfram and Hart no longer existed in this plane, at least not in the same way it had. They were far less powerful at the momment and would take a while to regain any semblance of power. The sacrifices of my family hadn't been in vain and that was something I was thankful for.
I heard her before I saw her, my eyes were closed and I could hear her stealthy footsteps echo through the hotel's shambled lobby. I could picture her walking gracefully, carefully through the hallway, setting down a bag of weapons and supplies, pulling out a stake, possibly a sword just to be sure. The hairs raising on her neck telling her a vampire was close by, the tingle running down her spine telling her its me. I could see it all in my mind so clearly that it was enough to make me believe I was dreaming.
I heard the door open and a gasp as she looked at me, but my eyes were still closed. I know I must look horrible. Spike had told me as much, one eye was swollen shut, a good number of puncture wounds littered my body. Spike looked bad as well, but I had to take on the dragon, it would have killed me if it hadn't been for Illyria.
I opened my good eye and saw her standing there, "Buffy."