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The Queen (BtVS - Chapter eight)

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As always, many thanks to slaymesoftly who pointed out the mistake I made in this chapter (When Buffy jumps to the conclusion that the poison in question is the same poison of Graduation Day.) Hope you can forgive me >w< I wrote the first chapters really fast. I was too impatient. 





8. Intervention






Rainy Tuesday afternoon.

Buffy made some tea, trying to enjoy a rare moment of peaceful silence. Annie was out with Xander and his girlfriend Renee and she was alone in the house. Boring herself to death.

Snorting, the Slayer sat on a chair and began to carefully drink the hot tea. She could have made some coffee, instead. It was only five o’clock, and she couldn’t keep her eyes open.

Despite the constant rain, the winter had not yet arrived and it was fairly hot in the city. She could have spent the morning at the beach with Annie, without letting herself by traumatized by an accident. It would have been a good lesson for her daughter.

“Oh great Muppety Odin, help me!” she sighed, resting her head on the table.

Someone was knocking.

Buffy clutched her robe and went to open the door.

“Has something happened to An …” the words died on her throat. 

Spike was facing her, soaked with rain, holding an unconscious Angel.

“Buffy, please, let me in.”

“Y- yes. Yes, go ahead. I mean, come in!” she finally spelled out.

Spike headed for the kitchen, carrying his grandsire.

“What happened?” she asked, panicked. “The room on the right … it’s my room. Take him there.”

“He doesn’t wake up,”

“Why? What are you saying?”

“He closed his eyes when we arrived here and … he doesn’t wake up anymore!”

Buffy looked at Angel on her bed and carefully examined a circular wound few inches from the heart. “They hit him with a poisoned arrow!”

“Yes,” Spike replied. “We were hunting, and he fell on the ground. It was almost daylight, and we were stuck in a warehouse. When the rain started to fall, I tried to take him to your house, but he was already unconscious and …”

“Don’t worry. There is still a chance. He needs slayer’s blood.”

Spike swallowed. “You have to let me bite you. I’m sorry …”

Buffy hesitated nervously. “I just don’t …”

“There is no time!”

Determined, the Slayer stepped forward and offered her neck to him.

“Don’t leave a big scar. Please.”

“Your arm … give me your arm, Buffy.”

She was almost crying when he buried his face into her arm. “I’ll be gentle, pet. I promise.” Slowly the fangs pierced her flesh.

“William …”

Trembling with pain, Buffy moved closer to her former lover and dipped her head in the crook of his neck. She closed her eyes, feeling him sucking her blood, embracing his head. The blood loss started to weaken her.

“It’s okay,” he muttered, sated.  He sat down on the bed and reached for Angel pale and motionless face. He tried to wake him up, shaking his shoulders, then he attacked his grandsire’s jugular.

Angel opened his eyes and bit him ferociously.

“Spike!” Buffy cried out. He was nodding and smiling softly despite the pain.

The vampire wrapped his arms around his grandsire’s head and helped him to drink. Angel was devouring his neck without any care, dominated by the primordial need of self-preservation. The agony must have been unbearable.

“Spike …”

“Don’t worry, pet. He’s almost done it.”

Angel sighed and moved away from his grandchilde’s torn flesh.

“You’re bleeding a lot,” Buffy murmured.

“It’s nothing. Can I use your bathroom?”

She nodded, her eyes filled with tears.



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batheart83
Dec. 8th, 2012 11:59 am (UTC)
It's so amazing, it leaves me speechless.
kikimay
Dec. 8th, 2012 12:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! You're very kind.
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