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Series Title: The Past
Summary: Set after Checkpoint. Buffy realises her true
feelings for Spike and a ghost from someone’s past is
in town looking for an old friend.
Title: Backward
Author: Suzi
Feedback: Need+Wants=Must send it to
tarakavamp@yahoo.co.uk
Disclaimer: If I owned the characters would I write a
disclaimer?
Rating: read it and tell me.
Dedication: For my friend Hann, who writes so
brilliantly and is constantly my inspiration, keep
writing!
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The Bronze was full to bursting point. Crowded, hot,
but welcome. The atmosphere was humid and she moved
between them, unnoticed. Well, almost unnoticed, she
got a few approving looks from some men around, but
she was careful to remain inconspicuous. She had to;
she didn’t want any trouble. Well, maybe she did, but
not yet. She slipped out the door, back into the
street. It wasn’t time.
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Their eyes were locked; she felt her heart racing.
Although the Bronze was crowded, she always had a
clear view of him standing at the bar, beer bottle in
hand. Hazel eyes connected with stormy blue, strength,
electricity-
“BUFFY!!!!" a voice echoed through her head, bringing
her senses back to reality. She turned her head to
look at Xander, who was sat opposite her, looking
worried. It was just her and Xander, sat at their
usual table. Willow and Tara were getting drinks, Anya
wanted to stay home and Dawn was staying with her, and
this just wasn’t Giles’ scene.
“Buffy.” He repeated, more gently.
“Mmmmm?”
“Buffy, I’m worried about you, you’ve been distant all
night-“
“So have you!” Buffy turned her head back to look at
Spike.
“I’m worried about Anya, it’s not like her to want to
stay home, but you-“
“Hi guys!” Willow said as she came over to the table
with Tara, who wore her usual shy grin. Tara dumped
drinks and packets of crisps on the table and sat down
next to Willow.
“Willow.” Xander grinned, “At last, some support. I
was just explaining how Buffy has been somewhere else
all evening and-“
“So h-h-have you.” Tara stuttered.
“What is this a convention centre? I am worried about
Anya.”
“Well go and see how she is.” Willow said as she
turned to see where Buffy was looking and turned back,
smiling.
“But-“ Xander began.
“GO” Tara shouted, cottoning on.
“Alright, alright.” Xander muttered as he grabbed his
jacket, jumped off his stool, and left. The two
witches turned to Buffy, huge grins plastering their
faces.
“What?” Buffy said, staring at disbelief at her best
friend and her lover. The two sat there, grinning
expectantly. “What?” Buffy said impatiently, she was
very close to throwing them both through the wall.
“We know what’s going on.” Tara grinned.
“What?” Buffy said for the third time running.
“You’re lusting over Spike.” Willow said
as-a-matter-of-factly.
“WHAT?!?!” Buffy said, more of shock than of
disbelief.
“Oh, come on Buffy.” Willow smiled “You haven’t taken
your eyes off him all night.”
“We think it’s cool.” Tara smiled, despite what
everyone said about him, she actually quite liked
Spike.
“I am not feeling anything for Spike except hatred and
disgust, I was just watching him to make sure he
didn’t do anything bad.” As soon as the words left
Buffy’s mouth, she realised how lame they sounded.
Willow and Tara looked at her disbelievingly.
“Go on Buffy, ask him to dance.” Willow grinned
“But what if he says no?” Buffy said in a small baby
voice. “Then I’ll be sad.”
“If she doesn’t ask him, then she’ll be looking at him
all night and get no action, then she’ll be sad
anyway.” Willow said, imitating Buffy’s baby voice.
“As the little known goddess of growth, Harriara,
says, ‘try everything once’.”
“I’m sure someone else says that too.” Buffy said.
“Go ask him.” Willow said, beginning to lose patience
with her friend.
“I’d much rather keep you guy’s company, ‘cos-“
“GO!” both witches shouted together.
“Alright, alright.” Buffy said, sounding very much
like Xander earlier. She stood up and crossed the club
to where Spike was standing.
“Hey, Slayer” the peroxide blonde smiled “Looking for
a big scary demon to vent your temper on?”
“No.” Buffy said, forcing herself to look into the
eyes of the vampire. “Listen Spike.” she began as a
song started “Spike, do you want to dance?” Spike
looked at her, a mixture of shock and amazement on his
face, he stood there absolutely speechless.
*Oh, God. He’s gonna say no.*
“Sure thing Buffy” he finally managed to croak out.
Buffy looked up at him, he was smiling, she was
positively beaming. Buffy took his hand and led him
onto the dance floor. He put his hands around her
waist and pulled her closer. She put her hands around
his neck and rested her head on his muscular, yet
lean, shoulder. The witches decided now would be a
good time to leave. Buffy let the words of the song
wash over her.
Tender is the night
Lying by your side
Tender is the touch
Of someone that you love too much
Tender is the day the demons go away
*Don’t let this demon go away*
Oh lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind.
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon get through it
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon
Love’s the greatest thing
That we have
I’m waiting for that feeling
Waiting for that feeling, waiting for that
Feeling to come
Oh my baby, oh my baby, oh why, oh my
Oh my baby, oh my baby, oh why, oh my
Tender is the ghost
The ghost I love the most
Hiding from the sun
Waiting for the night to come
Tender is my heart
I’m screwing up my life
Oh lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind
*This song is just too ironic*
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon get through it
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The couple stayed dancing for hours after, neither on
willing to let go of the other. At around midnight the
club was almost empty and the couple was still
dancing. The doors opened and someone entered the
club. She was dressed in a short white dress, with
white leather boots and a white duster covering it
all, contrasting sharply with her charcoal-black hair.
It was clear she was a vampire right from the start.
She looked around, true face showing, she didn’t want
to have to come in here again. Then she saw them and
her human mask melted back into place. Then she looked
more closely, a slayer and a vampire. Arms around each
other. Odd. But she didn’t have another moment to
think on it, as a minion had appeared at her side.
“He looks good” she said to her follower, without
turning her head.
“There will be some resistance, mistress.” The minion
said looking towards his sire. True she may be small,
but hell, was she powerful.
“He will come to me, he has not forgotten.” She had an
amazingly beautiful voice, the kind of voice you only
ever hear in a dream, but never forget.
“If you say so mistress.” The stout, burley minion
answered, knowing better than to defy his mistress.
“I do say so, he was never one to displease an old
friend.” She smiled and turned to he childe “Now go!”
she barked. The young vampire turned and ran out of
the nightclub. She stood watching the couple for a few
seconds then turned and walked to the bar, where a
young man made the mistake of trying to hit on her.
“’Ello gorgeous,” he said drunkenly “Wot’s your
name?”
Without warning she grabbed his head and had snapped
his neck within a split second. She dropped his body
carelessly onto the floor, watching him as he fell.
She cocked her head as she looked at him on the floor,
lying at a strange angle, and smiled as she said:
“My name is Cecily Addams”