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Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or any of its characters,
unless Joss Whedon takes pity on my poor soul and gives them to me. Anyone who
sues shall be paid in pocket lint and dirt. Actually better make that dirt I’m
running out of lint.
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AN: I was going to try to smut this chapter
up a bit but, it didn’t seem right with Specca.
So I’ll have to wait til the Spuffy kicks in for the smut to begin.
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Chapter 11
Rebecca
held her hand out to admire her ring.
“You kept it”
“Well not
exactly luv” Spike admitted “I hid it away not long after you passed. Demon bloke I know came across it awhile back
when the old house was being demolished.”
Rebecca
didn’t seem to hear him as she inspected the ring more closely “It looks just
the same, after all this time it’s still like new.”
Spike
glanced at Buffy briefly “Yeah well it looked a lot worse a few weeks ago. Had a bit of an incident at
the crypt.” He turned to acknowledge Tara “But
Glinda here fixed it up good and proper.”
Rebecca
smiled her thanks “That was so nice of you Tara.” She reached forward to give the Wiccan a hug “I know what a good friend you’ve been to
William. Thank you.”
Tara blushed
“It was nothing really.” She realized
that she once again held Spike’s box and handed it back to him.
Rebecca
eyed the box curiously “So what else did you keep?” She reached forward and tried to pluck the
box from his hands.
“Spike!” Buffy shouted as she realized things were about to
get very heated. Her hand was covering Dawn’s
eye’s “Try to keep it13 p13 please.”
Dawn
managed to squirm away from the offending hand “You never let me see the good
stuff” she pouted.
Rebecca
was blushing as she hid her face against her husband’s chest. She was not used to having others around to
witness their displays of affection.
Spike merely smirked as he pulled his wife towards the dining room. He sat down and placed the box on the table
before turning back to eye the others.
“When we got home this letter was waiting for
me. He’d written it a few days before
he’d passed, he was telling me how proud he was of me and what a wonderful
choice of bride I’d made.”
Rebecca
picked up the other piece of paper and unfolded it carefully “Oh William! It’s
my poem.”
The
other’s looked at her expectantly waiting to hear the story behind it.
“William
wrote it for me shortly after we became engaged” she carefully refolded the paper
and held it close to her heart. “He was
away at Oxford at the
time.” She smiled softly “I read it
every night he was away; it made me feel closer to him.”
Spike
reached back into the box and bought out the miniatures. He carefully spread them out on the table for
the others to see “This is me mum Anne.” The group carefully passed the picture
around. “An this is me Da Edward.” The group studied the pictures carefully
searching for traces of Spike in their features.
Spike
held on to the last one for a few moments before passing it across “You haven’t
seen this one Glinda.” Tara moved
forward curiously “It’s our wedding picture.”
The group were surprised when they looked at the small
picture. Instead of the stiff Victorian
pose that was common of the day, the couple were
facing each other locked in an embrace and gazing lovingly into each others
eyes.
Spike
softly cleared his throat before he spoke again “My Da had always wanted to be
an artist, but he was the eldest son so he had to follow his duty. He painted this from memory as his gift to
us. It was with his letter when we came
home.”
Spike
looked into the box and pulled out the remaining treasures. His mother’s broach, a pair
of small pearl earrings and a pendant.
Rebecca
gasped in delight as she saw the jewelry.
Spike
fingered the broach “This was me mum’s.
Da gave it to her on their wedding day.”
Rebecca
picked up the earrings “William gave these to me on my 16th
birthday.” She clipped them into place on
her ears before reaching forward to grab the pendant. “This was my mother’s”
Dawn
peered at it closely “That looks like Anya’s pendant.”
“That’s
because my mother had it made to duplicate Anyanka’s” Rebecca slipped the
pendant around her neck
“Why would
she do that?”
“Because
Anyanka granted her wish”
“But
Anya’s a vengeance demon.”
Rebecca
placed the letters and pictures back in the box and closed the lid before she
started to speak. “Do you remember when
I said that vengeance demons are neutral?”
Nods came
from everyone but Xander and Dawn who just stared at her in confusion.
“They are
drawn to a person’s desire for vengeance.
How the wish is granted depends of the wish maker’s intent.” Rebecca lifted her hand up to finger the
pendant. “My mother had just been badly
jilted by her betrothed, he had done it very publicly and she was hurt and
angry.”
“So Anya showed up to get her to wish for vengeance.” Dawn cut
in.
“That’s
right. My mother was absolutely
devastated and when it came time for her wish, do you know what she wished
for.” Rebecca smiled as she remembered the story her mother had told her so
many times. “She wished that she would
find her soul mate. Actually what I
think she said was she wished she could just fall into the lap of her one true
love, and her horrible ex-fiancé would see how happy they were together and
regret what he had done to her for the rest of his life. She also wished the same thing for her
children.”
Dawn was
captivated by the story “So what happened.”
Rebecca
chuckled “About three months after the whole scandal my mother was riding in
the park in London. Something startled her horse and it reared
and threw her off.” Rebecca’s eyes were
shining with the memory of her parent’s meeting. “My father was alsdingding in the park that
day and saw what was happening. He had
jumped from his own horse and was rushing to help my mother when she was
thrown. My mother landed on him and they
tumbled down a small slope.” Rebecca
laughed softly “My mother ended up literally sitting in my father’s lap.”
“Wow”
Dawn was almost bouncing in her seat “So what happened to the ex-fiancé?”
“Oh he
married some girl who turned into a shrew.
He ended up drinking and gambling his fortune away in his
unhappiness. It was rumored that he
blamed his wife for all his misfortune and would always say how he should have
married my mother instead.”
Dawn was
sporting a huge smile “Ha serves him right.” Her eyes widened as she remembered
the last part of the wish. “So that
means that Spike is your one true love. s'>
When did you two meet?”
The
others had remained quiet throughout Rebecca’s story, all of them eager to
learn more about what Spike had been like when he was alive.
“William
and I met when I was nine and he was fourteen.”
Rebecca snuggled into Spike’s side “It was just after my parent’s had
been killed and my uncle had taken me to our country house. William’s parents owned the estate next
door.”
“So you
were neighbors, is that how you met?” Dawn rushed ahead trying to work out the
story.
“Not
exactly” Rebecca smiled at her interest “I had snuck out of the house, trying
to avoid my lessons. I decided to go
down to the small glade at the far end of the estate and climb trees.”
“She was
a bi a t a tomboy” Spike added
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