Lost and Found Rated- PG13
(there might be some NC17 parts posted separately) Spoilers-
Buffy: Summary- I'm
fixing everything Joss messed up. How? With a spell, a ghost, some visions, an
awakening, and a revised prophecy. Still don't know what this is about? Well,
then read it and find out. B/S, A/X, A/C, D/C, and maybe F/W (that's Faith and
Wes. What do you think?) Disclaimer- I
don't own Buffy or Angel. If I did I wouldn't have to write this story This is my
attempt at making all the Buffyverse characters happy. Well, all of them except
Eve. I absolutely hate Eve. Chapter 2-
Failed Attempts Normally Buffy
thought about Spike as much as possible. The dream had disturbed her, though,
and she was avoiding any reminder of him like the plague. So far so good. She was
focusing on arranging their trip to The new slayer
was hesitant. She didn't know if she wanted to go across the globe. Eventually
she agreed, however, realizing she needed answers and training. Buffy
understood all too well what the girl was going through. The transition into
slayer-hood was confusing. It changed your whole life: physically, mentally,
and even spiritually. The world turned inside-out. "Dawn!"
Buffy called. She made her
way down the hall and stopped before the closed door on the left. She rose a
hand and tapped on it. "Dawn?" There was a
long span of silence. "Dawn?"
The door
finally opened. Dawn peeked her head out. She was damp from the shower. "What
took you so long to open the door?" Buffy demanded. Dawn rolled
her eyes. "Impatient much. I was naked." "You
should have told me." "Whatever.
What do you want?" "Have you
started to pack?" Buffy asked. "We
aren't leaving for another two days," replied Dawn. "It is
good to be prepared early." Dawn looked at
Buffy curiously. Buffy sighed. "So,
packed?" "N-No." "You
don't look busy. Why don't you start now?" Buffy didn't
wait for confirmation. She turned and left for her own room. Dawn stared after
her sister, furrowing her brow. ************************** Lindsey was
waiting for her like always. He was lying in bed, naked under the covers. She
had grinned with satisfaction, slipping off her clothes. Then they had wild,
passionate sex. Afterward, Eve
curled up beside him, sweaty and sated. She trailed circles over his tattooed
chest. "I better
go visit our vampire soon," Lindsey said. She glanced up
at him. "How many more times do you think it'll take before we can go to
the next step of the plan?" Lindsey pushed
her gently away. He reached for his pants and pulled them on. "Not
many," he answered. Eve ran her
hands over his back. She leaned in and nibbled on his earlobe.
"Good." Lindsey broke
away. A pout formed on Eve. "It's
late, baby," he informed. "I'll
have the demon attack at eleven sharp. Be sure you direct our crusader near
Judson." He gave her a
quick kiss before donning his dark-blue button-down. "No worries. He'll be
there." ***********************
"I'll
have another." The bartender
took the empty mug and went to refill it. He set it back down on the counter a
short time later, rich foamy liquid to the brim. "Thanks,
mate," the vampire remarked. Spike grabbed
the beer and took a large gulp. He savored the taste of the alcohol as it slid
down his throat. There was nothing like a beer. It was the only thing he could
rely on these days. His eyes
roamed to the mounted television overhead. The evening news was being
broadcasted. The reporter said something about missing young adults. Spike suddenly
sensed movement behind him. He spun, grabbing the arm of the person before
their hand could clamp down on his shoulder. He slammed the intruder's head
against the bar. "I'm not
really a touchy-feely kind of bloke," Spike said. "Appreciate if
you'd keep your hands to yourself." "Spike,
it's me." Spike studied
the man. Recognition came over his features as he took in the dark hair and
Urban Cowboy getup. His grip loosened. "Oh, you." His tone wasn't
malicious, just uncaring. Doyle, the
PTB's chosen seer, straightened. He winced. "You have a good grip." The
bleached-blonde rose an eyebrow to express 'duh'. "Right.
Vampire," Doyle stated. "I've
been looking all over for you," Doyle went on. "Right,"
Spike muttered. He was slightly distracted by the TV. The news was
giving more details on the disappearances. Apparently there were over fifteen
cases, seemingly connected. The victims were all between the ages of fifteen
and twenty-one. ". . .
need to be around where I can find you." Spike snapped
his attention back to Doyle. He had missed most of what the other man had just
said. "So, you
had another one of your brilliant visions then?" Spike asked. "Yes. A
girl is going to be attacked by something big and ugly with horns,"
Lindsey explained. ". . . Soon." Spike stood.
He downed one last swallow of his beer before heading toward the door. Doyle
followed right behind. They exited.
Spike walked down the abandoned sidewalk, his duster billowing behind him.
"What'd the girl look like?" The only
answer he got was a groan. Spike turned. Doyle was having another vision. This
one seemed nastier than any of the others before. He had sunk to his knees,
palm against his forehead. The scene reminded him of his reaction with the
chip. Spike wondered if it felt like his brain was being ripped out of his
skull. The vision
eased. Doyle took in a few deep breaths, collecting himself. His body was
slightly trembling. "Those
visions getting worse?" Spike inquired. Doyle lifted
his head. His gaze was directed off into the distance. "Y-yeah." Spike reached
down, offering a hand. Doyle blinked, almost bewildered. After a moment he
accepted the help. His legs were unsteady for a moment, reluctant to accept his
weight. "What'd
ya see?" It took a
moment for Lindsey to focus. "What?" "Vision?
What did it show?" Lindsey
swallowed. "A girl," he got out. "Another
girl." Spike frowned. "Somebody needs to teach these blond bints to
stay in at night." "She was
in an alley." The dark-haired male appeared to be speaking to himself. "Which
alley?" Spike pushed. "I don't
know!" Lindsey growled. He backed up. Spike held up
a hand. "All right. All right. I'll find er' without an address." Something
didn't sit right with Spike. Doyle had never had a reaction like this to a
vision-trip. He was usually coherent afterwards. And not to mention, very
observant about what he had seen. He always knew exactly where the incident was
supposed to take place. "I'll
check alleys after saving the first damsel. Where was that again?" Doyle shook
his head, clearing it. "J-Judson?" "Right
then." Spike looked at Doyle for a moment, frowning. "Judson. Got it.
I'll, uh. . . I'll just go see to it then." Spike started
to walk away. He was almost a block away when he heard Lindsey say something.
He looked back. "What was
that, mate?" "Blue
dress." "Excuse
me?" "She was
wearing a blue dress. The girl in the alley." Spike nodded.
Then he continued going toward Judson. ************************* Lindsey leaned
his body against a metal dumpster. Oh God. Oh
God. Oh God. He closed his
eyes. There was still a slight throb between them. What was going
on? He opened his
eyes and directed them to the darkened sky above. "What the
hell are you doing to me!?" he exclaimed. ______________________________________________ : ) |