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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
Chapters:
210
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11,858
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182
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DREAMS & NIGHTMARES
CHAPTER 147 - DREAMS & NIGHTMARES
William stayed in the bedroom afterwards, either sleeping or just staring off into space, alone and withdrawn.
Buffy didn’t try to persuade him otherwise, just brought him food and drinks. She even brought him a couple of poetry books he had, and a magazine he’d recently bought, in case he wanted something other than what was pressing in on him, to occupy his mind with for a while.
The books and magazines remained where she’d laid them.
Dawn had called again in the late afternoon to tell Buffy that she and John were leaving for Big Sur in a little while. They thought they might stay there for a few days, before continuing up the coast.
Keyed up with tension, Buffy jumped, every time she heard the bed squeak, thinking William was going to come out to the living room. Anticipating that either he would finally ask, or she would finally start the conversation that would once and for all, get all the secrets she’d been keeping, out into the open.
But he didn’t come out, and shey wey went in to check on him. And the holding pattern still held.
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10:00PM
Evening came and went. An hour ago, she’d checked on William, and finding him asleep, she’d turned off the bedroom lights and returned to the living room, hoping to find something to take her mind off her uneasiness.
Finally, Buffy decided to just call it a night. Quietly, she put on her nightgown and crawled into bed, mindful of not disturbing him. Once again, she let only her hand lightly touch William’s back, reassuring herself, that some part of him was still with her; connected to her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AUGUST 14, 2009
THURSDAY
JUST PAST MIDNIGHT
Dreams plagued William's sleep, as images of things he didn't want to know or remember played in his head. Various scenes of blood, lust, death. Of him, involved in each one.
And her words there, echoing in his head.
Her words, his truth.
What he'd been.
...evil
disgusting
dead thing...
"No," he moaned out in his sleep. Turning over, he put his arms around Elizabeth, and drawing her in close to him, "I'm a man," he mumbled.
Buffy responded, and wrapped her arm around his neck, molding herself to him. Even in slumber she'd missed him, her body neg itg its match, her heart and soul, its other half.
He hugged her tighter still; his face burrowed in the warmth of her neck.
“William,” Buffy moaned in her sleep stirring a bit. Half from the happiness of his embrace, half uncomfortably from the tightness of his grip, pressing into a recent bruise on her back.
And still the words and images came.
..... it wouldn't be you, Spike
it would never be you
money fluttering to the ground
you're beneath me.....
In his sleep, recent and past sorrows crystallized together in an impotent rage.
In their bed, William hugged Elizabeth even tighter, relentlessly.
“William?” Buffy said, awakening to being squeezed too tightly. Her slayer senses also awakening, in response to his innner turmoil, even as her body responded with pleasure at being so close to his.
Getting no response, Buffy pushed hard against him to jar him into awareness. Her slayer senses now on full alert, as she sensed his torment, his anger, heard the growl deep in his chest, and the feel of his blunt teeth against her neck.
“William,” she called again, to no avail.
She was frightened, not for herself, but for him.
"William! " she yelled.
“Stop! Spike!”
Suddenly, William’s eyes flew open, and they stared at each other in shock.
"No, oh God, no!" he cried out, horrified, scrambling away from her to the furthest side of the bed, hitting the bedside table as he did so.
“William,” she said, reaching out to him.
“Don’t touch me!” he yelled at her, jumping up from the bed.
“Please, William,” she pleaded, standing up as well, “it’s alright, it was only a nightmare.”
He laughed harshly, “It’s all a bleednighnightmare, isn’t it?”
END CHAPTER 147
Thanks to my beta, Judy...even though she made me redo this chapter 10x! LOL...what can I say, it needed to go back to the drawing board. Again and again and again.
Thanks for all the reading and reviews. Next chapter will be posted by next week...THE TALK! Promise.
William stayed in the bedroom afterwards, either sleeping or just staring off into space, alone and withdrawn.
Buffy didn’t try to persuade him otherwise, just brought him food and drinks. She even brought him a couple of poetry books he had, and a magazine he’d recently bought, in case he wanted something other than what was pressing in on him, to occupy his mind with for a while.
The books and magazines remained where she’d laid them.
Dawn had called again in the late afternoon to tell Buffy that she and John were leaving for Big Sur in a little while. They thought they might stay there for a few days, before continuing up the coast.
Keyed up with tension, Buffy jumped, every time she heard the bed squeak, thinking William was going to come out to the living room. Anticipating that either he would finally ask, or she would finally start the conversation that would once and for all, get all the secrets she’d been keeping, out into the open.
But he didn’t come out, and shey wey went in to check on him. And the holding pattern still held.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
10:00PM
Evening came and went. An hour ago, she’d checked on William, and finding him asleep, she’d turned off the bedroom lights and returned to the living room, hoping to find something to take her mind off her uneasiness.
Finally, Buffy decided to just call it a night. Quietly, she put on her nightgown and crawled into bed, mindful of not disturbing him. Once again, she let only her hand lightly touch William’s back, reassuring herself, that some part of him was still with her; connected to her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AUGUST 14, 2009
THURSDAY
JUST PAST MIDNIGHT
Dreams plagued William's sleep, as images of things he didn't want to know or remember played in his head. Various scenes of blood, lust, death. Of him, involved in each one.
And her words there, echoing in his head.
Her words, his truth.
What he'd been.
...evil
disgusting
dead thing...
"No," he moaned out in his sleep. Turning over, he put his arms around Elizabeth, and drawing her in close to him, "I'm a man," he mumbled.
Buffy responded, and wrapped her arm around his neck, molding herself to him. Even in slumber she'd missed him, her body neg itg its match, her heart and soul, its other half.
He hugged her tighter still; his face burrowed in the warmth of her neck.
“William,” Buffy moaned in her sleep stirring a bit. Half from the happiness of his embrace, half uncomfortably from the tightness of his grip, pressing into a recent bruise on her back.
And still the words and images came.
..... it wouldn't be you, Spike
it would never be you
money fluttering to the ground
you're beneath me.....
In his sleep, recent and past sorrows crystallized together in an impotent rage.
In their bed, William hugged Elizabeth even tighter, relentlessly.
“William?” Buffy said, awakening to being squeezed too tightly. Her slayer senses also awakening, in response to his innner turmoil, even as her body responded with pleasure at being so close to his.
Getting no response, Buffy pushed hard against him to jar him into awareness. Her slayer senses now on full alert, as she sensed his torment, his anger, heard the growl deep in his chest, and the feel of his blunt teeth against her neck.
“William,” she called again, to no avail.
She was frightened, not for herself, but for him.
"William! " she yelled.
“Stop! Spike!”
Suddenly, William’s eyes flew open, and they stared at each other in shock.
"No, oh God, no!" he cried out, horrified, scrambling away from her to the furthest side of the bed, hitting the bedside table as he did so.
“William,” she said, reaching out to him.
“Don’t touch me!” he yelled at her, jumping up from the bed.
“Please, William,” she pleaded, standing up as well, “it’s alright, it was only a nightmare.”
He laughed harshly, “It’s all a bleednighnightmare, isn’t it?”
END CHAPTER 147
Thanks to my beta, Judy...even though she made me redo this chapter 10x! LOL...what can I say, it needed to go back to the drawing board. Again and again and again.
Thanks for all the reading and reviews. Next chapter will be posted by next week...THE TALK! Promise.