She looked at me. Like I wasn’t really here like this couldn’t be real. I get that, that this seemed to out there to be actually happening. Then again look at the world we live in. Seems like anything can happen at any point.
She didn’t say anything for awhile. Just continued with the looking at me bit. Not that I didn’t mind her looking at me but the way she was doing it. She seemed a bit lost there for awhile to. Was I doing or saying something wrong.
The whole time I continued keeping my eyes on her, taking in everything that she was. And then she closed her eyes and opened them up again. Couldn’t help but wonder a bit at what she was doing. Seemed she was a bit surprised to have seen me still standing there when she opened up her eyes. Like I was going to run away or something, wouldn’t do that. Would never leave her, never again.
"You're real,"
I heard her whisper as she started to step towards me. And then she grabbed hold of my arm like she was examining it. I felt something in my body as I felt her touch upon me.
Part of me kept waiting for something to happen, for the Immortal to show up and ruin the moment, or for some vampire to come fleeing out of the bushes and attack us-- Or, more predictably, for me to wake up.
Even now, after he'd assured me that he was very real and I'd felt the entire realness of Spike, I still thought it. Still believed it would happen.
Until he smiled.
That smile told me everything. It was small, barely there really, but I knew. I knew that I'd said what I had and, as much as I might blame it later on the shock, I knew I'd meant it.
“Your saying it very well. Better then I could’ve hoped for.”Then he believed me? There was no more 'no you don't, but thanks for saying it'? I got my answer when Spike moved across the park and drew me into his arms, his lips finally meeting mine
( ... )
It all seemed to good to be true. Like some sort of dream I've had at night. Seems that it seemed like a dream to her to...like an actual dream that she had been having. To think the slayer has been having dream bout me. Not something I would've for seen. Unless of course that was dreams of killing me. Yet here we were..the two of us living out this moment. This moment that still seemed so surreal
( ... )
In the end, I didn't need the Immortal to come along and ruin the moment. I didn't need some random vamp or demon to come fleeing out the bushes. All I needed was Spike, apparently. My willingness to ask questions when I should have just kept my mouth shut.
He told me he'd been back about a year and I took a step back from him, my hands dropping to my sides. A lot of stuff had happened... He'd got back and they'd all been sitting around having a good guess about it-- But he hadn't even bothered to, like, pick up the phone? Drop into my life like he had done tonight?
"You've been back a year?" I asked, blinking. Okay, now *that* feeling I was used to. That sinking, disappointed and kinda sick feeling where you found out that no Buffy, you really haven't stopped the hellGod. No Buffy, your Mom really isn't alive and well and cooking you all Thanksgiving dinner. No Buffy, your Dad isn't coming to pick you up this week, little Ms. Secretary is throwing another hissy fit
( ... )
Course our happy little moment couldn’t last. Didn’t really expect it to either, how could it, it was Buffy. Never ever seemed to last with her. Knew it was too good to be true. Knew she'd never just up and say she loves me and everything was going to be fine now. I mean sure she said the love thing was true and all but now look at us. Knew I shouldn’t have came, just going to end up how it was. I’ll just end up hurt and that’s exactly why I didn’t come back “So this wouldn’t happen.” I say to myself in a soft voice
( ... )
So what wouldn't happen? So I wouldn't be mad? Of course I was mad, he'd been back a whole year without even bothering to pick up the phone and call and fine, he didn't owe me anything but a little heads up would've been nice.
“You don’t know a thing or two bout this one Buffy.”
My eyebrow arched at that, "Yeah, and whose fault is that?" Because it wasn't mine, that was for damn certain. Angel, Andrew - they'd all known that Spike was back. I knew that now. And okay so Spike couldn't exactly pick up the phone when he'd been returned - as good an excuse as any, but after that?
“Tired to leave, was going to find you but was bound to that building. But then I realized you wouldn’t want me.”I actually flinched when Spike said that. He would have done less damage with those words if he'd actually hit me but still, he continued. And it wasn't like I wasn't used to it or anything - Spike never really did cushion blows or try and be Mr. Tactful. Honesty was always the best policy as far as he was concerned and I was used to that
( ... )
She didn’t say anything for awhile. Just continued with the looking at me bit. Not that I didn’t mind her looking at me but the way she was doing it. She seemed a bit lost there for awhile to. Was I doing or saying something wrong.
The whole time I continued keeping my eyes on her, taking in everything that she was. And then she closed her eyes and opened them up again. Couldn’t help but wonder a bit at what she was doing. Seemed she was a bit surprised to have seen me still standing there when she opened up her eyes. Like I was going to run away or something, wouldn’t do that. Would never leave her, never again.
"You're real,"
I heard her whisper as she started to step towards me. And then she grabbed hold of my arm like she was examining it. I felt something in my body as I felt her touch upon me.
"You' ( ... )
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Even now, after he'd assured me that he was very real and I'd felt the entire realness of Spike, I still thought it. Still believed it would happen.
Until he smiled.
That smile told me everything. It was small, barely there really, but I knew. I knew that I'd said what I had and, as much as I might blame it later on the shock, I knew I'd meant it.
“Your saying it very well. Better then I could’ve hoped for.”Then he believed me? There was no more 'no you don't, but thanks for saying it'? I got my answer when Spike moved across the park and drew me into his arms, his lips finally meeting mine ( ... )
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He told me he'd been back about a year and I took a step back from him, my hands dropping to my sides. A lot of stuff had happened... He'd got back and they'd all been sitting around having a good guess about it-- But he hadn't even bothered to, like, pick up the phone? Drop into my life like he had done tonight?
"You've been back a year?" I asked, blinking. Okay, now *that* feeling I was used to. That sinking, disappointed and kinda sick feeling where you found out that no Buffy, you really haven't stopped the hellGod. No Buffy, your Mom really isn't alive and well and cooking you all Thanksgiving dinner. No Buffy, your Dad isn't coming to pick you up this week, little Ms. Secretary is throwing another hissy fit ( ... )
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“You don’t know a thing or two bout this one Buffy.”
My eyebrow arched at that, "Yeah, and whose fault is that?" Because it wasn't mine, that was for damn certain. Angel, Andrew - they'd all known that Spike was back. I knew that now. And okay so Spike couldn't exactly pick up the phone when he'd been returned - as good an excuse as any, but after that?
“Tired to leave, was going to find you but was bound to that building. But then I realized you wouldn’t want me.”I actually flinched when Spike said that. He would have done less damage with those words if he'd actually hit me but still, he continued. And it wasn't like I wasn't used to it or anything - Spike never really did cushion blows or try and be Mr. Tactful. Honesty was always the best policy as far as he was concerned and I was used to that ( ... )
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