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05.01.2012 в 23:21

Пишет  Darkolgetta:

Оно шикарно!

Пишет  Natella...:

Умер !

@темы: Картинки

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Deborah Ann Woll 1 by ~WaywardQueen on deviantART

@темы: True Blood

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@темы: True Blood

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Категорически не согласна с 71м местом Райана!

@темы: True Blood, Eric_Nortman/Alexander_Skarsgard

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@темы: True Blood, Eric_Nortman/Alexander_Skarsgard

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hot

@темы: True Blood, Eric_Nortman/Alexander_Skarsgard

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Сбылась мечта идиота. У меня новый дизайн на компе.

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Фил из будущего

А-ня-ня там Эван из истории ужасов снимается

@темы: Сериальное

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@темы: Сериальное, Actors&actresses

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иииииии.....

.... Макс в СанниДи

@темы: Сериальное, Buffy&Angel

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большого размера

@темы: Сериальное, Actors&actresses

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@темы: _Sarah_Michelle_Gellar, photo

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@темы: _Sarah_Michelle_Gellar, Buffy&Angel

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@темы: photo, Actors&actresses

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Посмотрела серию из Американской семейки (03/01)

Миленький сериальчик.

@темы: Сериальное

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О, да. Саунд к Розвеллу мне всегда нравился. Оба саунда. Я даже в своё время на телефон целую серию сняла с музыкой. Ту, в которой Макс просыпается с Тесс после того как с ней переспал. Вобщем дальнейшее поведение Макса меня так расстроило, что я сперва раз сорокпять пересмотрела ее, у меня хорошо съехала крыша с музыки. Потом началось что-то невообразимое, как, например, то, что я не могу смотреть кино с Сарой и Баффи мне нужен психолог(психиатр), здесь есть психолог? Помогите в общем после этого от расстройства я возненавидела Макса. Было невозможно не пересматривать ту серию и одновременно тяжело и больно смотреть. Чтобы не мучить себя, я ее удалила. До сих пор жалею.

@темы: music, Сериальное

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не помню этого

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Ай-яй-яй в следующей серии шерлока будет наш оборотень из быть человеком для меня это первое пересечение актеров британских, которое я, как минимум, заметила. Не особо много-то я видела

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Jonas

Кевин нравится такой милашка

@темы: Сериальное

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Chapter 26: Unexpected visitor

Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I hope you enjoy the new chapter. Would love to know what you think of this one.



Chapter Twenty-Six

When Buffy heard footsteps approaching she looked up, half expecting to find Merrick looking down on her once again. After all, it was the same park, the same bench even.

She never expected to find Giles.

“Hello Buffy.” He spoke softly, with that small loving smile he always used when he hadn’t seen her in a while.

With an anguished sob, Buffy threw herself into his arms, holding on for dear life. “Don’t go. Please Giles, don’t leave me.”

He made a soothing noise as he patted her on the back. “It’s alright Buffy. I’m here.” Slowly he eased her back onto the bench, sitting beside her.

“How is this possible?” she asked, confused by his sudden presence. “You don’t even exist.”

“I’ll always be here when you need me.”

“But you’re not supposed to be here,” Buffy cried. She shook her head, even as her eyes refused to leave his face. She couldn’t help but drink in the very sight of him. “Am I going crazy again?”

In true Giles style the glasses came off, the handkerchief came out and he began his trademark cleaning. For some reason it made her feel marginally better. “What do you want me to tell you?” he asked solemnly.

It was on the tip of her tongue to say, Lie to me. But she knew she couldn’t do that anymore. She’d been lied to enough; had lied to herself enough.

“No,” she declared forcefully. “I’m not going crazy. I decide this time and I’m not.” Seeming satisfied, she took a deep breath and turned to look at him again. “I’m really glad to see you though.”

“It’s good to see you too.” He leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees. “How are you doing?”

“Well today sucks beyond the telling,” she replied bluntly. “But…for the most part I’m doing okay. I’m finishing school — again. I have a job I enjoy, new friends, and I have William.”

He stared at her for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to say something and she couldn’t help but ask, “What is it?”

“It’s Spike,” Giles replied. “He’s gone. When you left, it was like he just disappeared. At first I thought that maybe he’d left town, but now I wonder if maybe you didn’t just take him with you when you left.”

A slow smile appeared on Buffy’s lips. “You talk the way Will does. Like I just moved to a different city.”

Giles shrugged. “That’s the way it feels to me.”

Deciding not to analyse that answer too much, Buffy replied, “Maybe you’re right; maybe Spike is back where he’s supposed to be. A part of William.”

Giles smiled knowingly. “I take it you’ll never be returning to Sunnydale then?”

She took his hand, loving how real he felt. His skin, warm under her fingers. “No. Sunnydale doesn’t need me anymore. It has Dawn now. I’ll see to that.”

“We’ll miss you, Buffy. It won’t be the same without you.”

She smiled. “I know. But I don’t want it to be the same. So it’s okay.”

Giles stood, moving a few feet from the bench and Buffy knew that he would be leaving soon.

“Will I ever see you again?” she asked, not bothering to fight the tears that streamed down her face.

“Of course you will,” he replied resolutely. “Willow, Xander, all of us. You’ll see us in every page.”

**********

“Buffy?!”

She moved the phone away from her ear for a moment, while the pain died down. “Yeah, it’s me.”

“Oh thank God. Where are you? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine Mom. I’m at Milton Park, just down the road from home.”

There were a few muffled words spoken before her mother said, “Stay right there. William’s coming to get you.”

“Okay. Before he gets here, I need to talk to you.”

“If it’s about your father…I don’t even know what to say. I can barely look at him right now.”

“No, it’s not about that.” She took a deep breath, suddenly wishing she’d never promised her mother that she’d tell her if anything out of the ordinary happened. She’d never expected to have to keep it. “I saw Giles tonight; here in the park.”

There was silence at the other end and Buffy could picture the fear on her mother’s face.

“It’s okay Mom. Don’t panic. I think he was just here to…say goodbye.”

“Are you sure, Buffy?” There was obvious doubt in her voice.

“Yeah. And I’ll talk to Dr Callahan about it at my next appointment, I promise. But I had to tell you now. That was the deal. Right?”

She could hear her mother’s relief. “That’s right.”

“I can see Will coming now so I’m going to go. I think I’ll head back to his place for the night.”

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow then. And Buffy,” she added, “it will make me sleep better at night, knowing that you’re keeping your promise.”

Buffy smiled. “I know, Mom,” she said, before hanging up. “Me too.”

“Buffy love.” When William reached her he immediately dropped to his knees in front of her. “I was so scared when I couldn’t find you.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologised. “I just needed to get out of there.”

“I get that.” He nodded his understanding. “How are you feeling now?”

She saw the worry on his face and instantly knew the cause. She sighed. “Everyone is always so scared that I’m going to leave again.”

“Yes,” he admitted simply. “When something stressful like this happens, I worry it will be too much for you.”

Frowning, she ran her hand soothingly through his hair. “I know I can’t take that fear away. But I’m going to prove to you every day that I’m here to stay.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a fierce hug before she continued. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

William moved to sit beside her on the bench, his jaw ticking as he seemed to prepare himself for the worst. “Okay love. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

She smiled at him, glad that this would be good news for a change. “I love you, Will.”

His mouth dropped open in shock and his eyes widen comically. “You what…?”

Buffy laughed, feeling lighter than she had in weeks. “I’m in love with you William Reynolds. Totally, irrevocably in love with you.”

He cupped her face with his hands; his eyes reflecting his amazement. “Oh Buffy. I love you too. Have loved you for so long.”

She clung to him like she’d die without him, and she could tell from the strength of his grasp that it was the same for him. Suddenly everything else faded. The situation with her parents, her struggles with reinserting herself into her old life. She knew without a doubt that she could cope with all of that. As long as William stood at her side, she could handle anything.

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Chapter 27: Moving in

Author's Notes: OMG! I just found out that I've been nominated for 4 awards at Love's Last Glimpse. A stupdenously hugh thank you to whoever it was the nominated me. I'm completely blown away. It's very exciting for me to be nominated for an award.

Also a big thank you to the wonderful Megan for betaing for me. This chapter is so much better because of you.



Chapter Twenty-Seven

“Thanks for letting me stay with you,” Buffy said once again as she dumped the last of her things in Rachel’s spare room. “I really appreciate it.”

“It’s cool,” Rachel panted as she set down the box she was carrying and led the way back to the living room. “I’d been thinking of getting a flatmate anyway. That spare room was full of junk. I don’t know why I even brought it with me when I moved here.”

Buffy saw the sadness in Rachel’s eyes and guessed, “It was Charlie’s stuff?”

Rachel’s head lifted with a start, and then she sighed. “Yeah. Pretty pathetic huh?”

Shaking her head Buffy went to the fridge and poured them both a drink. “Not at all. It takes time to let go, that’s all.” She giggled suddenly. “Of course, with Zac following you around like a lost puppy it shouldn’t be too hard to take your mind off the past.”

“That’s true,” Rachel agreed with a happy smile. A new twinkle had taken to appearing in her eyes whenever Zac’s name came up, and Buffy was delighted that her two new favourite people were getting along so well.

The two women sat down on the couch, fully prepared to spend the remainder of the afternoon recovering from the move.

“Buffy? Can I ask you a question?” When Buffy motioned for her to continue, Rachel asked quietly. “Why did you need to move so suddenly?”

“Oh,” Buffy groaned softly, not even sure where to start. “I found out that my Dad was having an affair when I was in high school and that that’s what triggered my breakdown.”

Rachel’s eyes widened dramatically. “Holy shit.”

Buffy nodded. “Pretty much.”

“I can understand why you’d want to get away from him.”

“It’s not so much that,” Buffy admitted. “I just don’t know how to act around him now. I don’t know what to feel. One minute I want to understand why he did what he did but the next I’m so full of anger I’m ready to tear his head off.

“Lucky for him you’re not strong enough to actually do that now.”

Buffy laughed, suddenly faced with the bizarre image of actually ripping off her father’s head. “Yeah, that’s probably a good thing.”

They sat in silence for a moment, lost in their own thoughts, until Rachel spoke. “Wow,” she said bluntly. “And I thought my life sucked.”

Laughing, Buffy taunted back, “Hey little miss jailbird. We’re still even on the whole life-suckage thing here. Don’t go backing out on me now.”

“Touché, my dear,” Rachel conceded. “What did Will say about you moving in with me?”

Buffy cringed. “I haven’t told him yet.”

Rachel’s surprise was obvious. “Why not?”

They were interrupted by the ringing of Buffy’s cell phone. Looking at the screen she sighed and looked at Rachel. “It’s Will. Time to come clean.”

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William greeted her with a hug and a lingering kiss that made Buffy’s insides squirm with guilt.

“Thanks for letting me come over on such short notice,” she said brightly as she moved away.

“Of course.” Frowning, William followed her into the living room. “What’s wrong, pet? You seem nervous.”

“I do?” Buffy heard the fake laugh that left her own mouth and winced. “I do,” she agreed.

He looked at her expectantly and she decided it was best to just come out with it. “I moved in with Rachel today.”

Shock crossed his face, quickly followed by confusion. “Why?”

Pacing around the room, Buffy started to gesticulate wildly. “I just couldn’t stay at my parent’s house anymore. I convinced Mom to let Dad stay in the guest room instead of a hotel till they work everything out, but they are fighting constantly. I don’t know what’s going to happen with them. I don’t want them to break up but…Mom feels so betrayed. I can’t blame her for feeling that way.” She groaned in frustration. “I just don’t want to be caught in the middle of it all.”

William nodded in understanding. “Okay. That makes sense. But Buffy, if you needed a place to stay you could have stayed here with me.”

Pointing her finger at him, she exclaimed, “And that’s exactly why I didn’t tell you before I moved. So it would be too late when you said I could stay here.”

“I didn’t quite follow you around that bend, pet,” he said quietly, obviously uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. “Is there some reason we shouldn’t be together?”

Not wanting him to get the wrong idea Buffy was quick to reassure him. “I love you Will; I do. And I want to be with you.”

“So then what’s the problem?”

“I want to do the independence thing,” she reasoned. “I’ve never been on my own before. I want to prove that I can take care of myself.”

“You already proved that. You took care of yourself and Dawn.”

“I know but…I still wasn’t alone. Dawn was there. Willow was there.” She frowned, wanting desperately for him to understand. “This is just something I need to do for myself. Here. In the real world.”

William cocked his head to the side, as if trying to figure something out. “Okay. I get that. What I don’t get is why you were so worried about telling me.”

Pouting, Buffy admitted, “Because I knew that you’d offer to let me stay with you and it would have been way too hard to say no.”

Smiling, William slid his arms around her waist. “I’m that irresistible, huh?”

“Absolutely,” she replied, giving in to his kiss. “Besides,” she continued when they parted, “when we move in together, I want it to be for the right reasons.”

Holding her close, William agreed, “Me too.”

“So you aren’t upset with me then?” she asked hesitantly.

“Well you did pass up on the opportunity for sex on tap,” he replied easily. “I may feel the need to be piqued for the sake of my hormones.”

Slapping him playfully on the shoulder, Buffy laughed. “Don’t you ever think about anything else?”

Looking thoughtful, William responded, “Of course. Sometimes I think about food.”

Gasping in mock outrage, Buffy attacked him, digging her fingers into his sides till he was convulsing in laughter. When he finally caught her hands and twisted them behind her back she was practically lying on top of him. Deciding to take advantage of this new position, he captured her lips in a light kiss. “How about some of that sex, then we’ll move on to the food later?”

Buffy’s muffled agreement was his only answer.

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Chapter 28: Celebrations

Author's Notes: Thanks for the wonderful reviews guys, and for your congratulations on my nominations. I'm so excited and it's great to have people to share that with. Also, thank you again to my wonderful beta Megan.

Also, I'm totally embarrassed about how excited I was to find out that Buffy isn't actually dating The Immortal (see Pari's notice about the comic on the home page). I literally jumped up and down screaming in my lounge room. I'm very lame and I don't care. Wohoo!!!



Chapter Twenty-Eight

William came bursting through the door, without knocking, frantically waving a single piece of paper in the air. “They want to read it!” he shouted excitedly.

Looking up from their place on the couch, where they’d been enjoying a quiet evening of TV, Buffy and Rachel both stared at him in bemused shock.

“Huh?” Buffy finally asked.

“Remember the publisher we sent our partial to?”

She nodded, finally getting up off the couch. “With the first three chapters and the whole synopsis thingy? How could I forget? You were agonising over every word for a week.”

William was practically shaking with excitement. “Well it was worth every single minute because they want to read the full.” When she just looked at him blankly he almost burst. “They want to read the book, Buffy.”

A smile appeared on her face as she took in his words. “Wow. That means they might publish it, right?”

“Exactly.”

Catching up to his enthusiasm in little more than a heartbeat, she began to bounce excitedly, clapping her hands. “That’s fantastic.” Unable to contain herself, she launched herself at him, wrapping her legs around his waist as she hugged him eagerly. “I can’t believe it.”

Holding up the hand that wasn’t clutching the letter, William revealed a bottle. “I brought champers to celebrate.”

“Hell, Will,” Rachel exclaimed, taking the bottle from him and beginning to open it. “This calls for a party.”

Less than an hour later the living room was full to bursting as they were joined by Zac, Kate, Abby and Ben.

“Here’s to Will and Buff’s book,” Zac toasted loudly as they all held up their champagne glasses. “May the publisher not only buy the book but pay them oodles and oodles of cash so they can take us all to the Bahamas on a holiday.”

The group consensus of, “Here, here!” rang noisily through the room.

Buffy and William shared a kiss as their glasses clinked together. “Here’s to a bright future, pet. You and me.”

Smiling, Buffy laid her head on his shoulder with a happy sigh. “Sounds perfect.”

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Buffy was busy pouring chips into a bowl when Ben joined her in the kitchen. “Can I help?” he asked politely.

“Sure,” Buffy replied with a smile. “Just as soon as I finish this we can take everything into the living room.”

Nodding, Ben stood beside her a little awkwardly before adding, “Congratulations with your book.”

Buffy blushed. “Thanks. Though I still kind of consider it Will’s book. I still feel like I’m tagging along for the ride more than anything.”

“That’s not the way Will tells it. He says your imagination could rival anyone in the business.”

Not sure how to respond to that, she simply shrugged and changed the conversation. “How is your writing going? Will says you’re a really great writer.”

It was Ben’s turn to blush and he scratched his head in embarrassment. “I’m no where near as good as Will. But I’m improving, with the help of the group. I hope someday to be where you guys are now.”

Buffy smiled in what she hoped was a supportive manner. “Don’t worry. It’ll happen.” She marvelled at the fact that she was encouraging a fellow writer, who aspired to be like her no less, when she’d barely written a word of her and Will’s book. She was the storyteller. Will was the writer. But together they’d created a great book, so in the end she had to believe that was the important thing.

When she finally emerged from her own musings, it was to find Ben looking at her intently, an inquisitive twist to his lips. “Buffy can I ask you something?” His voice was quiet, obviously wanting to keep the question private.

Surprised by the question, and by the serious tone in his voice as he asked it, Buffy stopped what she was doing to look at him. “What would you like to know?”

“Are you Dawn?”

Her breathing stopped, even as her heart began to race. “Why would you think that?”

Ben stared self-consciously at his drink. “I just…I’ve noticed things. It’s the way you and Will talk when you’re discussing your book. It’s like he’s asking you if that’s the way things really happened, or sometimes you correct him and say things like ‘he didn’t say it like that, it was more like this’.” He looked at her; part confusion, part certainty. “It’s like you are Dawn somehow.”

Buffy swallowed heavily, wondering how this would affect her new life here. “Does anybody else know about this?”

Ben shook his head. “No. Nobody else has noticed I don’t think. It’s the whole writer thing,” he added. “We tend to take in more of what’s going on around us. You never know when you’ll stumble across your next story idea.”

“Right,” Buffy tried to force a smile. “I’m not Dawn, exactly. But I was the slayer.” She quickly gave Ben the same run-down she’d given Rachel, her anxiety growing with every word. This secret that she’d held for so many months, it wasn’t much of a secret anymore, and she worried how those she’d come to care about would treat her if they knew. Losing their friendship would be bad, but having them treat her differently, watching her to see if she’d do something crazy, would be so much worse. “So umm,” she stammered when she was finished, “what are you going to do now?”

“Do?” he asked in surprise. “Nothing. There’s nothing to do.” He was obviously trying to reassure her and she was grateful. “Buffy, don’t worry. If and when you decide to tell the others, they won’t think any less of you. You went through a really rough time and you came out the other side a stronger woman. There is honour in that.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you writers have quite a way with words?” she asked cheekily, grateful for his acceptance.

Ben smiled. “I hope so. I’m in the wrong profession if I don’t.”

They laughed together as they headed for the living room, bowls of snacks in hand.
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Chapter 29: Moving on

Author's Notes: I was shocked and embarrassed to realise that I had somehow managed to leave out a chapter of this story. It was the penultimate chapter and while it wasn't huge I do feel it is integral to the story. So, I wanted to include it. My apologies to those who are having to read it after reading the concluding chapter.

Many thanks to basilio_the_cat from Elysian Fields for alerting me to this error.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Buffy chewed on the end of her pen, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was in the middle of writing about the conversation she’d had with Willow about having sex with Angel for the first time.

“I like seeing you at bedtime?” She cringed as she read the line aloud. It sounded more than a little lame now that she wasn’t actually in the moment. She could still picture the look on Willow’s face though and it made her giggle. She wished she could describe that look on paper, but that was where William came in. As far as she was concerned her writing still sucked.

A knock on the door interrupted her musings and she rose from the couch to answer it.

“Hello, Buffy.”

Hank’s expression was contrite and Buffy did her best to give him a welcoming smile. “Hi Dad.” Moving away from the door she gestured for him to enter.

“This is a nice place. You’re doing okay?” he asked nervously.

“Yeah,” Buffy replied, hoping he’d get to the point as quickly as possible. “Why are you here?”

“Your mother and I are getting back together.” He watched her closely, obviously wanting to know her reaction. “At least…we’re trying. I’ve still got a lot more grovelling to do.”

Buffy wasn’t sure exactly how she felt about that, but she figured that after a while she’d be glad that her parents were still together. They’d seemed really happy when she first got back and she didn’t want to be the one to come between them. “That’s good. If you guys are happy, then so am I.”

Hank stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room, still having yet to even take off his coat. “Buffy, I am so sorry about everything that happened. I never wanted to hurt you or your mother.”

“Well hey, having an affair was a sure fire way to fail there,” Buffy snapped without thinking. Regretting her harsh words, she tried to explain more accurately how she felt. “Look, Dad. The way I see it, the fact that you had an affair is between you and Mom. It’s not really any of my business. However,” she continued, “coming home to find my father having sex with a strange woman in my mother’s home when I was sixteen years old? That’s my business.”

“I don’t know what else to say, Buffy,” Hank said wearily. “I fucked up.”

“Yeah. You really did,” she replied.

“If I could take it back I would. I know it was my fault that you got sick,” he cried in anguish.

“No, it wasn’t,” Buffy replied quietly.

Surprised, Hank looked up at her. “What?”

“I don’t blame you for that.” Her shoulders slumped as she felt the fight drain out of her. “What happened to me was something I did to myself. I did what I had to do in order to cope and I take full responsibility for that.”

“But if you hadn’t seen what you did,” Hank argued, “there wouldn’t have been anything for you to cope with.”

Buffy raised an eyebrow at him. “You do remember I was sixteen, right?” He shrugged dejectedly and Buffy couldn’t help but take pity on him. “I’m not saying it’s inevitable that something else would have happened to send me running to Sunnydale...but I also can’t say that it wouldn’t have happened either.”

“Still,” Hank persisted. “It wasn’t something else. It was me. It was what I did.”

“That’s true.” Buffy shrugged. “But I’m not bemoaning the years that I lost. I never have. For me they were filled with amazing experiences and I wouldn’t give them up for anything. They made me who I am.”

A tear trickled down Hank’s cheek as he looked at her with proud eyes. “Who you are is pretty amazing.”

A flush of pleasure spread through her at his words of praise and acceptance. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Will you ever be able to forgive me, Buffy? Do you think that things will ever be right between us again?” Hank asked tentatively.

“Someday.” Buffy nodded, wondering how many times she’d used that word now for questions such as these — but somehow it seemed to work for her. “Yeah. I think someday.”

**********

“Mom? Are you home?” Buffy called as she entered the house through the back door.

“In the kitchen!”

She found her mother sitting at the kitchen table and greeted her with a quick hug. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” she said as she sat down at the table. “Dad came by yesterday and told me you two are going to try again.”

“Yeah,” Joyce replied absently. “We’ll see how it goes.”

It was then that Buffy realised her mother was crying. “Mom, what’s wrong? Don’t you want to work things out with Dad?”

“It’s not that.” Wiping away the last of her tears with a tissue, Joyce closed the folder she had in front of her and slid it across the table.

Looking down, Buffy saw that it was a copy of her and William’s finished manuscript. “Oh,” she said, not quite sure what the problem was. “Where did you get that?”

“William thought I should read it.”

“Oh,” she repeated. “And you didn’t like it?”

“You did all those things? All those things that Dawn did?” Joyce asked.

Shrugging self-consciously, Buffy nodded.

“I had no idea. The danger you were in, how scared you were.” Joyce’s eyes began to fill again. “You were so brave.”

“It wasn’t all bad, Mom,” Buffy assured her. “I had you, and I had my friends.”

Nodding emphatically, Joyce cried, “I know. I just…I never thought about them as people. I didn’t want to know anything about them. They kept you from me for so long. But…reading this,” she hiccuped, “you must miss them terribly.”

Smiling sadly, Buffy answered, “I do. Every day.” She took her mother’s hand. “I tried to tell you; explain it to you, but…”

“But I wouldn’t listen,” Joyce finished for her.

She looked so miserable that Buffy couldn’t help but try to make her feel better. “I could still tell you,” she offered. “I’d like to be able to talk about them, the same way I talk about other parts of my past.”

Joyce smiled through her tears. “I think I’d like that.”

Buffy brightened. “Plus, I have new friends here that make it easier. I have a new life. And I can still visit Sunnydale whenever I want.” She smiled, remembering Giles’s final words to her. “It’s right there in the pages.”
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Chapter 30: Halloween

Author's Notes: Here it is! The very last chapter. I'm very sorry that it took long for me to post it but I didn't want to be disqualified from the Best WIP award I'd been nominated for. Of course, I didn't win so it didn't matter in the long run. But oh well.

Thank you so much to my readers and reviewers. Your support has meant everything to me and without it this story never would have been completed. I'm in your debt. I hope you enjoy the ending.

Chapter Thirty

Buffy had a huge smile on her face as she entered her apartment. It was Halloween and she and William were heading to Freestyler with the gang for a party. She’d just purchased everything she needed for her costume and she couldn’t help but giggle in anticipation every time she thought of the look on William’s face when he saw her all done up. With the fangs and the fake blood, she’d be every bit the vampire. Something about the irony of it just delighted her.

Her cell phone rang and she dumped her bags on the kitchen counter so she could answer it. “Hey Will,” she greeted happily after checking the caller ID.

“’Evening, pet.” His sultry voice still sent shivers down her spine and she closed her eyes to savour the sensation. “I have good news and bad news.”

“Okay.” Buffy decided quickly. “Good news first.”

“I got a call from the publisher. Not only do they want to publish the book, they want to do a three-book deal with an option on more.”

Buffy squealed so loudly she was worried she might have burst his eardrum. “Oh my God, Will. That’s so fantastic.”

“I know. I couldn’t believe it.”

When she’d finally started to calm down, she remembered there was more. “So what’s the bad news?”

“I’m caught up getting the last of my costume so I’m going to be running a little late.”

“What’s the problem?” she asked in what she hoped was an off-hand manner.

“Oh no you don’t,” he laughed in her ear. “Stop fishing for information. I’m not telling you anything.”

“But Will…” she prodded.

“But nothing. You’ll see my costume when I get to the club.”

That was enough to make her change topic. “I thought you were coming here.”

“That’s the bad news. I was wondering if you could catch a ride with Rachel and Zac, and I’ll meet you there?”

Buffy shrugged, despite the fact that he couldn’t see her. “I guess. How late do you think you’ll be?”

“I’ll get there as soon as I can, kitten. I want to celebrate our imminent success.”

Buffy smiled excitedly as she said goodbye and hung up the phone. She quickly called Rachel to make arrangements to go to the club with her. Then, gathering her shopping bags, Buffy headed for the bedroom with a happy spring in her step. William’s gonna lose it when he sees me tonight.

**********

Two hours later Buffy came off the dance floor, exhilarated from her exertions. She was having the time of her life, and was more than a little tipsy, but was wishing William was there to share it with her. Heading out the front door, where it was relatively quiet, she pulled her phone from her pocket to give him a quick call. She was just finding William’s number in her contact list when she heard heavy footsteps approaching.

“Hello cutie.”

Looking up, her breath caught and her heart began to slam inside her chest. Standing in front of her, in all his glory, was Spike. Right down to the red shirt and the leather duster. Her insides ached simply at the site of him.

Swallowing heavily, Buffy whispered, “Spike? Is it really you?”

He moved to stand behind her and leaned down to purr into her ear. “Were you expecting someone else, slayer?”

At his words, Buffy’s eyes slid closed and her head dropped back onto his shoulder. Then, just as suddenly, she pulled away. Warding him off with one hand she looked down at the phone and chose a number from the list, quickly pressing ‘send’. He began to circle her quietly and she had to keep turning to keep him in her sights. His gaze wandered lustfully over her body and she almost cried with the need to touch him. Every part of him was perfection. Like he’d just stepped out of her dreams.

The phone at the other end picked up. “Hello?”

“Mom?” Her voice was barely about a whisper.

“Buffy? If everything alright?”

“Ahhh...I don’t know. Spike’s here.” At her words she saw a salacious grin appear on his face and he winked at her. She bit back a moan at the sight.

In her ear, she heard a small chuckle. “Don’t worry, honey. You’re not seeing things. Just remember it’s Halloween. Okay?”

With a relieved sign, Buffy answered, “Okay. I’ll do that.”

“Have fun.”

“Oh I will,” she replied, then blushed when she remembered she was talking to her mother.

Sliding her phone back into her pocket with quick, sharp movements, Buffy raised an eyebrow at him, planting an irritated expression on her face. “What are you doing here, Spike? I thought I told you to get out of my town.”

“Come on, slayer,” he whined, though he was obviously enjoying himself. “Give a guy a break. Don’t you know it’s Halloween?”

“Yeah, Halloween,” she argued. “It’s the one night of the year I get to relax and have a good time.”

Seeing his opportunity, Spike slid his hands over her hips, tugging her closer. “I could show you a good time, love.”

She fought the smile that was trying to bubble its way to the surface. “Spike, you’re a pig.”

“Oink, oink, baby.”

That did it. She couldn’t hold her laughter in any longer and she threw her arms around him in delight. “Will, you look fantastic. I love it.”

“Uh-huh,” he corrected her. “No Will tonight. Tonight, Spike wants to play with his slayer.”

Chuckling at his newfound enthusiasm for vamp-slayer fun, courtesy of one raucous bout of sex on the coffee table, Buffy pulled out her fake vampire teeth and tossed them in a near-by trashcan.

“It could be dangerous,” she told him with a sexy smirk as she began to back him up into an alleyway beside the club. “Someone could get hurt.”

Spike curled his tongue up behind his teeth and winked at her. “Promise?”

In a surprise attack, Buffy pushed him hard against a brick wall just inside the entrance to the alley. “I could just stake you now.”

He grinned at her knowingly. “You could…but you won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Moving swiftly, Spike grasped her wrists and turned them so that Buffy was the one with her back to the wall. Taking both of her wrists with one hand, he held them high above her head, allowing the other to slide with aching slowness down the curves of her body. “Because no one gets you hot the way I do. No one can make you come as hard.” He pinched her nipple through the softness of her shirt. “Or hurt as sweetly.”

Breathing hard, Buffy tried not to react to his touch. After all, she was the slayer, and the slayer never gave up easily. “That’s not true,” she gasped, but it sounded weak, even to her own ears.

He laughed low in his throat. “You can’t fool me, slayer.” Pressing the length of his body against hers, he whispered in her ear once again, “I can smell your need.” Then his head dropped to the curve of flesh where her neck and shoulder met and bit down hard.

It was painful. Somewhere in the back of her mind that registered, but her rioting senses didn’t care. She felt like every pleasure point in her body had just been set alight. And she burned.

“Maybe we should just skip the party,” she suggested breathlessly, already picturing the sight they would make as he pounded into her against a wall in his apartment — still wearing the leather coat.

He chuckled evilly. “Oh no,” he drawled huskily. “Tonight I’m going to seduce the slayer, and I want to make the most of it.”

Quirking an eye at him, Buffy pulled him out of the alleyway. “We’ll just see who ends up seducing whom,” she said cheekily. Their hands entwined as, together, they disappeared into the darkness of the club.


THE END

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