Wend Their Ways Together: Chapter One
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jesterladyficThis is my first fic ever, so be kind.
Title: Wend Their Ways Together
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What if Willow had never been able to break her Will Be Done spell? This is a extremely happy way of rewriting BTVS S4.
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Buffy landed a kick at the back of her opponent’s neck, snapping it. As he dropped to the floor, she glanced around, taking in the situation. Spike had his back to the doors of the crypt, his well-proportioned muscles straining as he held off the demons from bursting in.
“Man, he’s hot,” she whispered as she saw his well formed-ness. “Ok, focus, Buffy. Demons to fight.”
She looked and saw Xander and Anya desperately trying to kill their demon. Grabbing a knife from her pocket, Buffy did a front hand spring, landing her in a direct position to stick it in the demon’s back just as it was about to break Xander’s arm. A bang from behind her made her look up as Spike flew across the crypt to land on his back when the doors flew open and three Fyarl demons burst in.
***
“Honey!” Buffy cried, rushing over to help him up as Anya slammed shut the doors and Xander brought his axe down hard on one of the Fyarl’s necks. There must have been some silver in the blade because the demon dropped like a stone and didn’t move. The other two demons set on him and Xander looked frantically around for some help. To his dismay he saw that, in spite of the perils, Spike and Buffy were having a make out session on the floor.
“Buffy, a little help here!” Xander cried out. She started, looked up, and rushed to his aid.
***
Spike had gotten up to help Anya hold the doors when he suddenly saw a Fyarl knock Buffy down and hold her neck in its large, very strong, very capable of snapping through bone, hands. A rage rushed over Spike such as he’d never known before. How dare the stupid, brainless killing git lay a hand on his fiancée! Knowing that it was going to hurt more than anything, he charged the Fyarl and started to wail on him. After the first punch, Spike threw up his hand to his head, expecting pain. But there wasn’t any. He looked up in astonishment and some trepidation, but punched again, allowing Buffy to roll her way to freedom.
“I can hit a demon!” Spike exclaimed in growing excitement. He shifted to game face automatically and now there was just feeling the excitement of the fight, relief from his uselessness, the glory of the kill, the delight in protecting the woman he loved. All these feelings rolled together as he promptly kicked the Fyarl’s butts, snapping their necks and relishing the crunch.
“That’s right, the Big Bad is back!” he crowed over the dead carcasses. Spike glanced around and saw that Xander and Anya were effectively strangling a demon on their own while Buffy was battling two vamps and two demons on the other side of the crypt. Effortlessly, Spike rushed to her side and dusted one of the vamps with a stick he’d snatched off the floor on his way.
Even as Spike battled the other demons, rolling with the punches and
masterfully taking them down, he watched Buffy fight, marveling yet again at how beautiful and powerful she was. Her grace as she moved was enough to mesmerize anyone. It had always amazed him, even before their sudden engagement, how well she fought.
Spike had been battling Slayers for years, he’d killed two of them and he knew them better than they knew themselves. Even her. He knew her so well, every step of her dance. He’d watched her for so long. But he’d always been one step off of her in their dance. Too slow or too fast to beat her. And yet, he preferred it that way. As he’d told that other Slayer twenty-five years before, he didn’t want the dance to end.
Spike didn’t want to be the one who cut off her light and ushered in the next Slayer, and not only because he now loved her with every fiber of his being and she was the sun of his existence. Consistently she’d been the center of his world; she’d just had a different focus before now. Spike’s non-existent breath caught in his throat as he dropped his demon, turned and watched her execute a move that resulted in the decapitation of both her opponents at once.
***
Her eyes moved to his and Buffy sighed with longing as she looked at him. Even as she was filled with a kind of terror at the thought of him being able to kill, even demons, a thrill shot through her at how well he’d fought for her. The relief she saw in him because she was safe was enough. Buffy threw her arms around him and Spike held her tightly, possessively. Xander and Anya groaned in unison behind the entwined pair and they turned wearing twin, impish looks.
“I think we’ve exhausted the demon supply, temporarily at least,” said
Buffy, moving her mind onto something other than Spike. “Anya, can you get a
hold of your elevator guy now?”
“Yes,” said Anya, wearing a look of exasperation. “I told you before. I
am telling you again. I can.”
“Then do it, sweetie,” said Xander, obviously trying to be encouraging in
the midst of his impatience.
Anya knelt in the circle she’d drawn and repeated the summoning spell. A
demon appeared before them with arms held impressively over his head. He smiled
pleasantly at them all before looking at Anya.
“My dear Anyanka. How nice of you to call. Is there something you
wanted?”
“What did you do with Xander’s witch?” she asked.
“Anyanka, you know our rules. What does this have to do with you?”
“Personally only because if Xander doesn’t get Willow back, then he’ll
sulk and not have sex with me.” Xander blushed, but Buffy and Spike were too
busy nuzzling each other to pay too much attention. Though a slight grin on
Spike’s face showed his vampire hearing was in fine form. Finally, Buffy came to
her senses and pushed Spike away.
“Honey, stop. Now, you goaty, beardy, elevating guy. Where’s Willow?”
“In Arashmaharr.”
“You made her a vengeance demon!” Anya shrieked in disbelief.
“Unhappily no. She did not wish for the elevation. All I could do was
give her my token in hope for the future.”
“Then why is she still in Arashma-place?” asked Xander anxiously.
“Because she hasn’t found her way back, presumably.”
“Portal her back!” demanded Anya angrily.
“I fear, it is not my concern any longer,” D’Hoffryn answered smoothly.
“But don’t worry, she’ll find her way back. That one has power.” Then he bowed
courteously and vanished in a burst of blue shocks, leaving four distressed individuals behind him.
Title: Wend Their Ways Together
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What if Willow had never been able to break her Will Be Done spell? This is a extremely happy way of rewriting BTVS S4.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy. The banner was made for me by
xevildeadgirlx.Buffy landed a kick at the back of her opponent’s neck, snapping it. As he dropped to the floor, she glanced around, taking in the situation. Spike had his back to the doors of the crypt, his well-proportioned muscles straining as he held off the demons from bursting in.
“Man, he’s hot,” she whispered as she saw his well formed-ness. “Ok, focus, Buffy. Demons to fight.”
She looked and saw Xander and Anya desperately trying to kill their demon. Grabbing a knife from her pocket, Buffy did a front hand spring, landing her in a direct position to stick it in the demon’s back just as it was about to break Xander’s arm. A bang from behind her made her look up as Spike flew across the crypt to land on his back when the doors flew open and three Fyarl demons burst in.
***
“Honey!” Buffy cried, rushing over to help him up as Anya slammed shut the doors and Xander brought his axe down hard on one of the Fyarl’s necks. There must have been some silver in the blade because the demon dropped like a stone and didn’t move. The other two demons set on him and Xander looked frantically around for some help. To his dismay he saw that, in spite of the perils, Spike and Buffy were having a make out session on the floor.
“Buffy, a little help here!” Xander cried out. She started, looked up, and rushed to his aid.
***
Spike had gotten up to help Anya hold the doors when he suddenly saw a Fyarl knock Buffy down and hold her neck in its large, very strong, very capable of snapping through bone, hands. A rage rushed over Spike such as he’d never known before. How dare the stupid, brainless killing git lay a hand on his fiancée! Knowing that it was going to hurt more than anything, he charged the Fyarl and started to wail on him. After the first punch, Spike threw up his hand to his head, expecting pain. But there wasn’t any. He looked up in astonishment and some trepidation, but punched again, allowing Buffy to roll her way to freedom.
“I can hit a demon!” Spike exclaimed in growing excitement. He shifted to game face automatically and now there was just feeling the excitement of the fight, relief from his uselessness, the glory of the kill, the delight in protecting the woman he loved. All these feelings rolled together as he promptly kicked the Fyarl’s butts, snapping their necks and relishing the crunch.
“That’s right, the Big Bad is back!” he crowed over the dead carcasses. Spike glanced around and saw that Xander and Anya were effectively strangling a demon on their own while Buffy was battling two vamps and two demons on the other side of the crypt. Effortlessly, Spike rushed to her side and dusted one of the vamps with a stick he’d snatched off the floor on his way.
Even as Spike battled the other demons, rolling with the punches and
masterfully taking them down, he watched Buffy fight, marveling yet again at how beautiful and powerful she was. Her grace as she moved was enough to mesmerize anyone. It had always amazed him, even before their sudden engagement, how well she fought.
Spike had been battling Slayers for years, he’d killed two of them and he knew them better than they knew themselves. Even her. He knew her so well, every step of her dance. He’d watched her for so long. But he’d always been one step off of her in their dance. Too slow or too fast to beat her. And yet, he preferred it that way. As he’d told that other Slayer twenty-five years before, he didn’t want the dance to end.
Spike didn’t want to be the one who cut off her light and ushered in the next Slayer, and not only because he now loved her with every fiber of his being and she was the sun of his existence. Consistently she’d been the center of his world; she’d just had a different focus before now. Spike’s non-existent breath caught in his throat as he dropped his demon, turned and watched her execute a move that resulted in the decapitation of both her opponents at once.
***
Her eyes moved to his and Buffy sighed with longing as she looked at him. Even as she was filled with a kind of terror at the thought of him being able to kill, even demons, a thrill shot through her at how well he’d fought for her. The relief she saw in him because she was safe was enough. Buffy threw her arms around him and Spike held her tightly, possessively. Xander and Anya groaned in unison behind the entwined pair and they turned wearing twin, impish looks.
“I think we’ve exhausted the demon supply, temporarily at least,” said
Buffy, moving her mind onto something other than Spike. “Anya, can you get a
hold of your elevator guy now?”
“Yes,” said Anya, wearing a look of exasperation. “I told you before. I
am telling you again. I can.”
“Then do it, sweetie,” said Xander, obviously trying to be encouraging in
the midst of his impatience.
Anya knelt in the circle she’d drawn and repeated the summoning spell. A
demon appeared before them with arms held impressively over his head. He smiled
pleasantly at them all before looking at Anya.
“My dear Anyanka. How nice of you to call. Is there something you
wanted?”
“What did you do with Xander’s witch?” she asked.
“Anyanka, you know our rules. What does this have to do with you?”
“Personally only because if Xander doesn’t get Willow back, then he’ll
sulk and not have sex with me.” Xander blushed, but Buffy and Spike were too
busy nuzzling each other to pay too much attention. Though a slight grin on
Spike’s face showed his vampire hearing was in fine form. Finally, Buffy came to
her senses and pushed Spike away.
“Honey, stop. Now, you goaty, beardy, elevating guy. Where’s Willow?”
“In Arashmaharr.”
“You made her a vengeance demon!” Anya shrieked in disbelief.
“Unhappily no. She did not wish for the elevation. All I could do was
give her my token in hope for the future.”
“Then why is she still in Arashma-place?” asked Xander anxiously.
“Because she hasn’t found her way back, presumably.”
“Portal her back!” demanded Anya angrily.
“I fear, it is not my concern any longer,” D’Hoffryn answered smoothly.
“But don’t worry, she’ll find her way back. That one has power.” Then he bowed
courteously and vanished in a burst of blue shocks, leaving four distressed individuals behind him.
