By
PassionFish
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A/N – Thanks to Marster’s Girl for beta-ing this fic for me!
Chapter Nine
"Daywalker..."
Buffy smiled, her hand
rushing to the phone as the words <<Spike Mobile>> flashed on the
caller ID screen.
"Spike?"
"What are you
wearing?"
Buffy shivered, the almost
growled words shooting straight through her body, resounding deep in her
womb. "Too much." She answered huskily, curling up on her old
bed. "I can't wait for you to come
home and take it all off."
Her body shock again with
ill-repressed lust at the low chuckle that escaped her husband's lips.
He'd been gone nearly
four whole weeks. The first had been
spent crawling around LA's backwaters beating, maiming, and killing various
demons - until he'd finally got a lead on someone who might know the gem's
whereabouts in New York. Once there,
said Javerlock demon had needed surprisingly little persuading to talk. So now he was on a excruciatingly slow trip
to Mexico on said tip.
Joyce had offered Buffy
her old room back, just while Spike was gone, but her daughter had
refused.....for all of two days, until the loneliness started to overcome
her. With the persuasion of both her
mother and her husband, she'd relented to moving back home till Spike returned.
"Where are
you..." *Yawn.* "...oh, now?"
Buffy asked mid-yawn.
"Somewhere in the
middle, love."
"Oh." The disappointment in her voice was
clear. "How long till you get
there?"
"I'm thinkin'
another week, that’s it baby. It's the
damn sun. Bloody long days and all
that."
"Yeah..." Buffy sniffed quietly; wanting nothing more
then her mate back in her arms. At
least content in the knowledge that he wanted exactly the same thing.
"I miss you
guys."
Buffy smiled, absently
rubbing her hand over her protruding belly.
"We miss you too."
"How's he
doing?" Spike asked with a grin,
almost hearing the slayer's words before she spoke them.
"She's doing
fine. Been kicking up a storm today,
though." They had decided they
didn't want to know the sex of the child, but both were absolutely certain in
their predictions!
Spike sighed, "I
can't believe I'm missin' it."
"Hey, you'll be home
soon right? She'll still be practicing
her football skills when you're back!"
"Yeah..."
"Don't go all broody
vamp on me." She teased lightly.
"Hey!"
----
"Just a couple more
days, pet." Spike soothed down the
phone, as he continued to drive down the high way.
"Tell me
again."
"I'm gonna go in,
all quiet and non-offensive like.
Carefully remove the gem from the stone. Then politely leave again."
He recited.
"Then..." She prompted.
"Then high-tail it
back home."
"Okay, just so we're
clear. No fighting, no injury, no
death, no dust, no nothing but the gem."
"I promise,
love. Everything will be fine.” He sighed silently. “Just fine…"
----
"SPIKE!"
Buffy jumped awake at the
sound of her own scream. Sweat poured
down her back, soaking her nightdress and her whole body shook with the
violence of her nightmare.
"Buffy, honey, are
you okay?" Joyce's caring voice
filtered down the hallway as she opened her daughter's door.
"Yeah,
mom." Her heart pounded in her
chest and her breathing was still erratic as she spoke. "Just a bad dream."
"Oh, pudding, want
me to get you a hot drink, help you and baby sleep?"
Buffy forced a smile to
her troubled face at the sympathetic look on her mother's and nodded
Joyce returned the smile
and left.
"Just a
dream." Buffy whispered to
herself.
The images came to her,
unbidden.
Her lover screaming in
agony.
Evil laughter…that
sounded so familiar though she couldn't quite make out why.
The room swirled and spun
as the memories flashed inside her mind.
The glint of silver.
And another scream,
this time her own.
Then blood.
Lots of blood.
Her hand groped for the phone
on her bedside, speed-dialling Spike's mobile.
Two rings and then a
sleepy voice came from the other end, "Baby, what’s wrong?"
Buffy let out a little
sob, when she realised he was fine.
"Buffy?" The voice was completely awake now, and
completely concerned. "What
happened? Are you okay? Did something happen to the baby?"
"NO...no, I'm
fine." Buffy sniffed, quick to
reassure him. "Just a bad
dream."
"Oh,
love..." The relief was evident in
his voice.
"Just wanted to
check."
"I'm fine, ducks. Big bad and all that."
"Yeah,
right!" Buffy rolled her eyes, his
playful tone making her feel a bit better.
She yawned.
"Try to go back to
sleep, baby. You sound tired."
"Yeah....okay.....love
you."
"Love you too."
With a sigh, Buffy replaced
the phone just as Joyce came in with her hot drink. She put it on the bedside table.
"There you go."
"Thanks, mom."
Joyce took in her
daughter’s countenance. Her tired but
scared eyes. The way her hand rested
protectively over her stomach, as though she didn't quite believe the threat
was over yet. "Do you want me to stay awhile?"
"No, its okay. I'll just try and sleep some more."
"Okay, sweetie. Night."
"Night."
"Just a bad
dream." She repeated to herself
and prayed that’s all it was. She began
to close her eyes again, only to relive the horror once more.
----
Two weeks later...
"What is it,
Willie?" Buffy stormed into the
deserted bar, smashing the glass in the door as she slammed it shut.
"Hey, Slayer, I'm
helpin' you out here. There's no need
to be destroyin' all my property!"
The barkeep objected loudly, backing up as she advanced on him.
"I don't have time
for your bloody games. I haven't heard
from my husband in a week and a half, tell me what you know or I'll rip something
off!" She growled, slamming the
little man against the numerous bottles on the wall, destroying them all.
"O-okay!"
"Talk!" She grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt,
shaking him.
"I heard something,
some vamps in here a few nights ago."
"What did they
say?" She enunciated her words
dangerously slow.
"S-somethin' about
Spike in Mexico..."
"And? Come on Willie, you're not helping your
survival chances any."
"A-and he's come
across some trouble."
"Who?" She demanded.
----
"AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!" Spike screamed as the holy water tipped,
metal, spike slid effortlessly into his skin once more.
Manic laughter lifted
into the air, joined by the scent of sizzling flesh.
"Oh, my pet, such
pretty colours." The vampiress’s
dark brown eyes twinkled as the knife slid down his chest, and the screams
began anew.