TIME LINE: Riley's gone. Joyce is
alive. Glory is defeated. Buffy didn't die and thus was not brought
back with a load of angst thrown in!
Season Six didn't happen.
Split Personality
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Prologue
"Brrr!!!!!" Buffy shivered loudly for the sixth time that night.
"You know what, Slayer? If you're that cold why don't we drop off at
your house and you can change."
Spike suggested a trifle too irritably to ring true. Buffy was dressed in a skimpy satin-type
strappy top and a short leather mini-skirt; both of which clung far too
faithfully to her curves. It was also
the middle of November. They had been
patrolling for nearly two hours and he wasn't sure if he could stand being with
the slayer for much longer without being able to touch her. She looked decidedly evil tonight, which
made her appear even more delectable then usual.
"Touch-y!
No need to bite my head off! I
can't help it if you can't feel the cold."
"Maybe if you wore more clothes to begin
with..." Spike cut off as Buffy
glared at him then turned and started heading towards her house ahead of the
vampire.
Spike turned and groaned as he watched her walk
away, her behind wriggling enticingly as she moved. With an overburdened sigh he followed her.
***
It was now three months since Glory had been
defeated and the end of summer had brought about a resurgence of demons, though
fortunately no apocalyptic- type threats.
Joyce had been off her pain medication for two months now and Dawn had
accepted that although she wasn't more than two years old she still had friends
and family who loved her for being her.
Things were finally appearing to return to a normal keel for the
Summer's family.
For the Scooby Gang it was business as usual. Most of them. Giles had returned to England a month before with promises to
return as often as possible.
Anya and Xander were busily planning a wedding, set
for April. Two days ago Willow and Tara
had put a deposit down for a flat and were preparing to move in next week. Spike had been accepted into the group after
his heroic efforts in bringing the Hell Goddess down and Buffy had appeared a
little healthier these past few weeks.
All seemed okay.
Which meant that a great pile of celestial shit was
probably hanging over thier heads, waiting to fall.
***
They heard it before they saw it.
Well, what they actually heard was gravestones being
ripped out of the ground and slammed to the ground one by one.
Buffy and Spike shared a look as the pathway
stretched out, stopping in front of them.
Then suddenly it appeared. A tear in reality as a figure, at least seven foot tall stepped
out hidden in a long black cloak. It
carried a long wooden staff in its unseen hand. The staff was two types of wood, dark and light, woven together
until they met at the top where they supported an orb of swirling light. Its feet collided with the gravestone path, emitting
a sharp sound.
"Talk about making an entrance!" Buffy murmured to Spike as they watched,
both in immediately adopted fighting positions, as the creature clicked its way
towards them.
"Overrated!" Spike waved an arm in front of him. "Just a crappy parlour trick. I knew this bloke who made this potion that made it look like you
appeared in front of your enemy cube by cube."
Buffy turned her head to him, surprised. "Like in that film we saw last
night?"
"Yeah.
Except he appeared from the ground up.
But that was what the exit looked like." Spike explained, referring to the film - < THE CUBE >.
"Uh hmmm!" The thing cleared its throat and they looked at it as it stopped in
front of them. "If you're quite
finished?"
"Hey! A
polite demon! Now there’s something you
don't see everyday." Buffy quipped
as she shot out with a right side kick as Spike simultaneously kicked with his
left.
The creature raised it's staff, muttered a few words
in Latin and a jet of white and black light soared from the orb slamming into
the slayer and vampire before their kicks had time to connect. The blast lifted them both into the air and
the demon watched, satisfied, as the vampire and slayer began to separate
forming two identical pairs.
He brought his hands together, watching as the
slayer and vampire pairs followed the same movement whilst being suspended high
in the air. Then, he threw his hands
apart watching as one slayer and vampire flew to one end of town and the other
pair flew to another.
As they separated, a small metallic computer chip
fell to the soft grass below, unheeded.
Satisfied, he walked back to the portal opening,
gravestones flying back to their original resting place as he walked over
them. With a grin, unseen due to the
long hooded-cape, he climbed back into the portal and it disappeared.
***
At one side of town, the slayer stood up slowly
eyeing the vampire across from her spectively as he did the same.
The slayer reached into the waistband of her tight
skirt and retrieved one of four stakes left on her person.
The vampire growled.
***
At another side of town, Buffy raised her head with
a groan and slowly opened her eyes.
With a sharp gasp she scurried away on her bottom back towards the wall,
far away from the man who still knelt by where she had lain.
"Don't be frightened. I mean you no harm."
The man spoke softly in a cultured English accent. He looked about as scared as she felt and
Buffy felt herself relax.
"Where am I?" She whispered.
"I'm not all that certain. I just woke up myself." He looked around the back alley. "Though I think we should move. This place does not seem altogether
safe." He offered her a hand.
Buffy took it warily and with his help, stood. "What’s your name?"
"William.
Will." He looked at her
gently, still holding her hand. "What’s yours?"
"Elizabeth.
Buffy."
***
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·
Chapter
One
"Do you know this place?" Will asked Buffy as they walked around the
deserted streets.
"No."
She shivered.
He glanced at her.
"Are you cold?"
She looked up at him shyly and nodded. "Here." Will removed the long leather duster and draped it around her
shoulders. Buffy clung to it and smiled
up at him.
"Thanks."
He smiled back and they continued walking. Up ahead a neon sign flash the word <Motel>
at them. Will cleared his throat. "Do you have any money?"
"I'm not sure." Buffy replied truthfully.
And patted herself for pockets.
She found none in her clothes and bent down to check her boots. She removed a twenty-dollar bill. "All I have is this." She held it up.
"Check the coat." Will instructed as he rummaged through his
pockets. He pulled out a thick wallet
and opened it to view a large bundle of cash.
"Wow!"
Buffy murmured.
"I think we would be safer if we stopped here
for the night." Will suggest.
"Okay."
Buffy said meekly.
***
The slayer and vampire circled each other, looking
for weak spots; an opening to battle.
The vampire growled, his eyes flashing yellow. The slayer snarled back, the sound animalistic as she gripped the
stake tighter.
Then as one they attacked. Each blocked the others sidekick aimed for their head. The vampire lashed out with his fist, the
slayer ducking as she punched him in the stomach. The vampire grunted in pain but didn't stagger, instead bringing
his knee up to slam it in the slayer's face.
She fell back a bit, immediately returning with a
swift roundhouse kick causing his head to snap back with the force of the
blow. He growled, back handing the
slayer so that she slammed forward onto a nearby dustbin. The vampire came up behind her, grabbing a
fist full of her hair as he yanked her head back to access her neck. Her leg came up, kicking him hard in the
back, forcing him to let her go as he staggered back with the pain.
***
"Only one room? Are you sure?" Buffy
asked the sickly-looking man behind the desk.
"Afraid so, miss. We're all booked up for a wedding tomorrow'"
"How many beds are there?"
"Just one double. But for $10 I can bring you a third." The man offered.
Buffy looked up at Will. "Would that be okay?"
"Of course.
Thank you, we'll take it."
The man accepted the payment as he nodded and grabbed two sets of keys
from behind him.
He led them down past fifteen rooms before finally
stopping in front of one that declared it to be 226. He opened the door and switched on the light. "Here ya go, I'll be back with your
bed."
Buffy walked into the room and looked around. It was a pleasant enough room. It had a dresser with a t.v. on top opposite
the large double bed which had two bedside tables either side. Each with a small lamp. There was a door open next to the far window
at the back, which led to what presumably must have been the bathroom.
The man entered with the camping bed just as Buffy
had finished her perusal of the room and both she and Will watched as he set it
up. When he left Will shut the door and
flicked the latch.
Buffy looked at him uncertainly. He smiled gently, "You may use the
bathroom first, if you prefer?"
She relaxed a bit and smiled back,
"Thanks."
***
With a small battle cry the slayer balled up her
fist and slammed it into the vampires face as he was trying to recover from her
previous attack. His head turned with
the blow and he grunted in pain. He
recovered quickly, blocking her next punch before levelling three of his own to
her face. The last one connected with
her cheekbone, breaking the skin slightly.
The scent of blood filled the air and the vampire
growled ferally. The slayer growled
back, spinning round as she executed a kick that sent him flying to the other
end of the alley.
***
Buffy sighed and wiped her face off with the clean flannel
hanging near the sink. She collected
her things before ensuring the voluminous robe was wrapped tightly around
her. Switching off the light, she left
the bathroom just as Will had finished making the third bed.
He smiled at her and she smiled back. "Your go."
"Thank you.
The bed, of course, is yours."
"Hey, that’s okay-"
"No. Really, it is only proper." William smiled again before moving to the
bathroom.
Buffy sighed once more and dumped her stuff on the
dresser, retracting one of the pointy wooden things she'd found on her
person. The end looked quite
sharp. "Better to be safe..." She muttered to herself, before she grabbed
the remote and sat back against the pillows of the double bed and began to
channel hop.
***
The vampire raised his head and growled, still in
his crouched position. His eyes
flashed amber as he flew up; pouncing on her like a tiger would his prey. She
snarled at him, the two rolling over as they wrestled for dominance. Finally, they came to a standstill - or a lie
still - with the vampire on the top.
His coat was caught under the slayer, keeping them wrapped tightly
together.
The slayer glared up at him, her eyes flashing as
she struggled underneath him. The vampire
growled, squeezing her wrists harder, feeling her bones begin to bend. She lashed out with her legs, bucking her
hips up to try to throw him off. And
connected with something very hard.
Suddenly, they were both still.
The slayer met his eyes and recognised the intensity
in them that mirrored her own eyes. Her
mouth pared, and her tongue slipped out, wetting her dry lips. She watched as his eyes dipped to her lips
and felt his growl reverberate through her whole body. Very slowly, she raised her hips, rubbing
them in a single circular motion against his erection.
The vampire growled lustfully, his mouth smashing
down on hers. The slayer moaned,
hooking her legs up and around the back of his thighs as he ground himself down
into her crotch.
***
Buffy looked up from the television as the bathroom
door opened. She smiled shyly at
William as he exited the room, switching off the light, dressed in a similar
bathrobe to her own. He returned her
smile, silently placing his very properly folded clothes next to hers on the
chest of draws.
Buffy turned the sound down low and watched as she
turned down the camper bed at the other end of the room. Will pushed up one of his pillows and
turned, moving to sit down in the middle of the bed so that he faced Buffy.
Without warning the bed folded in, a small yelp
being emitted from the Englishman as he was squashed between the two halves.
"Oh my God!" Buffy jumped out of bed, rushing over to him and crouching down in
front of him. "Will, are you
okay?"
"Umm, yes.
Thank you."
Whether it was the relief that it he wasn't injured,
the humour of his current position or the utter proper ness of his response
that sent the blonde woman into fits of hysterical laughter, Buffy wasn't
sure.
However, she toppled over on to her side, clutching
her stomach. William looked down at
her, aghast. Then, slowly, his lips
started to twitch; he smiled, and then laughed. Soon, he was joining her in her humour. Their laughter escalated when he tried to get out and was unable
to do so, instead appearing to waddle around like a big duck.
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