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Hellbent	By : lovesbitca Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 7186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wandering slowly up the moonlit driveway, Buffy glanced up at the house that loomed in the distance. Unlike the buildings either side, there were lights on and there were shadows moving across the windows.

Buffy knew there was no sure way to know how the reception from her mother would be, unless she simply went ahead and let her mother know that she had finally returned.

After being turned away form Giles� so coldly, Buffy had wanted to slink away and nurse her battered ego before anyone could hurt her more.

Spike had refused to let her do this just yet and had picked her up and carried her halfway across town, depositing her where they now stood in front of her mother�s house.

She hated the fact that he was right. She did need to face this tonight before she could imagine the problem blowing up out of proportion.

It was only by facing her problem that things could be figured out.

If her reception with her mother was anything like her reception from Giles then she would take Spike up on his offer of fleeing the country.

She couldn�t imagine living in the place she used to call home if her mother couldn�t bring herself to want her back.

Spike was home for her now and she desperately needed to be able to tell somebody that. To hear somebody tell her that she was not crazy or possessed and to make her feel as if she was wanted and welcomed.

Rapping softly on the door she hoped that nobody heard the knock. Sadly, her prayers went unanswered as a light suddenly illuminated the porch they stood on and the door swung open to reveal a rosy cheeked, haggard looking Joyce, dressed loosely in a bath robe and clutching a bottle of sherry.

Mother and Daughter regarded each other for a long moment, each taking in what they saw in mirrored silence.

Joyce fought the urge to peer into her bottle as she swayed in the doorway. Surely she must be seeing things because her Buffy was gone. She�d run away after being told not to return in the heat of an argument over a year ago.

�Mommy?� Buffy whispered softly taking in her dishevelled appearance and her mother�s state of undress.

�Buffy?� Joyce found her voice wavering as she swallowed back the hot tears threatening to stream down her cheeks. She gulped, dropping the bottle onto the bureau behind her and reaching out a hand to stroke her baby�s matted golden locks.

As her mother�s warm hand came into contact with her hair, Buffy let loose a strangled sob and fell across the porch into her loving embrace.

This was what she had been longing for for so long.

This was everything she had dreamed about these past long months.

She was finally home, safe in her mom�s arms with her family around her.

All that was needed to complete her picture was her friends, yet she was neither na�ve enough to believe or foolish enough to consider that her friends or mother would so readily accept her new vampiric family or the irreversible changes in herself.

Stepping back from her mother�s arms she smiled thinly at the clearly inebriated woman before her.

�I�m back.� She whispered half to herself. �I�m really back.�

�And your friends?� Joyce asked politely peering out into the darkness at the vampires that surrounded her porch. �Do they want to come in too?�

�That�d be lovely thanks.� Spike said softly, stepping up into the light, his sinewy, muscled frame similar to that of the young girl he wrapped his arm around. She was young and she was human, but they both knew that being accepted as a couple was the first step to getting people to understand what they had been through and what lay ahead for all of them.

�Do I know you?� Joyce slurred slightly, the daylight was fast approaching and these people didn�t look very familiar to her at all. Rupert had warned her not to invite strange people into the house if it wasn�t light outside, but surely he didn�t mean Buffy as well?

Buffy wasn�t a vampire. Was she?

�They�re my friend�s mom. You remember Spike?� She smiled gently, holding on to Spike and her mother at the same time, trying to coax her into the house, away from the coming dawn. �Spike was here before, before I-�

�Before you ran away?� Joyce laughed, a strange high pitched, humourless cackle that seemed to come from all around. The bitterness was creeping back into her voice as she muttered to herself, clearly unaware that everyone could hear her as she continued to chunter under her breath, leading the foursome into the house with her mumblings of �come in, come in�.

�Ran away?� Buffy was demanding as they sat down together. Joyce merely shrugged, taking in the strange appearances of her guests.

�Are you ok dear?� She asked Drusilla quietly, the strange looking dark haired woman seemed to be as drunk as she was. She was talking to her hands and gesturing wildly around the room, stopping every so often to stare at the large dark haired man next to her, as if to reassure herself that he was still there. The darker man looked strangely familiar but she could not put her finger on where she had seen him before so she continued her scrutiny of Buffy�s friends, smiling politely as they looked right back at her as if examining her as she was examining them.

She remembered that scruffy looking lean man from the night Buffy had run away. He was the vampire that Rupert had uninvited from her house after Buffy had left.

It all came back to that point in her mind. Buffy had left and now she was back with dangerous vampires for company.

�Are you a vampire?� Joyce asked seriously, staring her daughter up and down where she sat with the apparent Slayer killer.

�Mom!� Buffy was stunned. Her mother had taken it seriously after all. She had thought that she would simply deny anything ever happened like she had done so often in the past, but it seemed that she had finally learnt to embrace the truth. �No.� She said after a long pause, �I�m not.�

�Then why are you with them?� Joyce was starting to tire of this now. She just wanted to go to bed and sleep off the effects of the sherry, wake up in the morning and have her little girl back where she belonged. That�s all that she had wanted every night since she had realised that Buffy was not coming home.

�A lot has changed. They�re my family now.� Buffy said softly, not wanting to discuss it at five thirty in the morning when they had been awake for more than thirty-six hours. �I need them.� Her voice was louder, clearer and held the confidence she wished she had.

�You need them?� Joyce was confused, and for the first time in months, it wasn�t due to her binge drinking.

�I need them mom. I�ve changed. Can we talk about it later?�

�Changed? I�ll say.� Joyce muttered sarcastically, nodding in the direction of the windows. �Are they staying all day?�

�No, we�ve got somewhere to stay, thank you.� Spike interjected before Buffy had a chance to think about it. He was quite keen to get back to the mansion before the sun could rise over the horizon and crispy fry them.

�We need to be going. We�ll be back later, is that okay?� Buffy felt silly for feeling so insecure about being around her own mom, but couldn�t bring herself to think about what would happen if her mother decided she wasn�t who she wanted her to be?

�Fine, fine.� Joyce smiled widely. �I�ll let Willow and Xander know shall I?�

�Please.� Buffy said softly. �We�ll be at the old mansion on Crawford Street all day. We�ll be back when we can.�

She couldn�t wait to see her friends again, to have the chance to take part in a normal teenage conversation and just forget about the hardships and horrors of the past year. Someone to gossip with about all the things that she had seen and done and to hear how things had been on this side of Hell.

�Buffy?� Joyce swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry and her heart beating so loud and fast she was afraid the vampires would hear it. �I love you.�

�I love you too mom.� Buffy whispered, a lone tear streaking through the grime on her face.

Kissing her daughter goodbye, Joyce watched, with a numb sinking feeling inside her chest as Buffy and Spike wrapped their arms around each other, keeping in perfect synch with the other, darker couple as they disappeared into the darkness as the sky steadily began to turn orange.

Something told her that her daughter was a completely different person now, that she would never be little Buffy Summers again. She just hoped she was wrong.

She couldn�t bear it if she had been offered her daughter back different to how she had been before all of this Slayer business. It was Faith�s job now, Buffy was free to come home and be normal again.

Yet she knew in her heart as she finally lost sight of the foursome that there were some things that you could never walk away from. And sadly, saving the world seemed to be one of those things.

Shutting the door softly, Joyce sank to her knees, holding her head in her hands as she gazed upwards to the small, framed photograph that graced the wall behind the door. Buffy was smiling back at her, frozen on celluloid forever, the perfect image of a perfect child.

Her green eyes were wide with innocence and her blonde bouncy hair fell loosely around her shoulders. The same shoulders that now slumped with the weight of the world resting on them. Her eyes held no sparkle; her innocence was gone, replaced with a weary tiredness. Her slim figure had been replaced with unfeminine rippling muscles. Her once blonde hair tattered and ragged, an unkempt shade of straw. Her clothes had been ripped and frayed by god only knew what kind of demons she may have been consorting with.

The very same outfit she had been wearing last time she was seen.

Joyce froze, cold realisation sinking like a lead weight into the pit of her stomach.

She had been wearing the same clothes every day she had been gone. She had been missing since Tuesday, May 19th 1998 and it was now December �99. She had been missing for 19 whole months without the slightest hint of a trace, presumed runaway by all that knew her. And nobody had bothered to question why she had felt the need to run away. They had all assumed the worst, and been wrong. Very wrong.

Buffy hadn�t run away. She hadn�t chosen to leave behind her family and friends without as much as a goodbye.

Buffy Summers would never have left home without a change of clothes and a hair brush, let alone without a note or a goodbye.

Something had forced her to stay away from her family and as her fists clenched around her sherry bottle, Joyce vowed never to drink again.

She was on a mission to find out what had happened to her baby girl.

To get answers for all the questions she had never managed to ask Mr Giles and to solve the puzzle that was her daughter- The Slayer.

The baby girl who was now a fully-grown adult, consorting with dangerous, supernatural creatures in the middle of the night and wearing the scars on her neck like medals of honour.

Yet, deep down, Joyce knew she would always be her baby.
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