Tales From Spike's Crypt

[ILLYRIAN]

My thanks to The Powers That Be (for those of us here) The Power That Is - for he who is God - and by that I do mean - Joss Whedon.
And to all others who may be involved with the giving of permission for us few to write our efforts of Fan Fiction here.


Tales From Spike’s Crypt

It was odd Dawn began to get the feeling that everyone knew something but they stopped talking when she was about. No one was telling her the truth about what was, all the scooby’s her mother and Giles were at her home but they avoided her. Escaping from them Dawn went to her room, that was not enough though.

She needed to know more, her memory said of some books Giles hid from her, not books of magic these books were kept hidden from them. Dawn clambered out her bedroom window, her intent was to go to the Magic Shop but beside the bush by the entrance to the back door was Spike.

Dawn saw what he was holding and knew why he was there so she had him think he was protecting her and together they went to the Magic shop. Dawn soon found the books she wanted, they had what she wanted to know, though the books didn’t say what the secret was that everyone was keeping from her; the book said that she was the Key.

Even at home Dawn let the blood run from her arm but still no one would say,
(any continuation nuts notice Dawn’s slashed arm was completely repaired? Not even a scar!)

That night as Dawn stayed in her bedroom wanting to piece everything she knew into a cohesive thought but it did not happen, burning all her memories Dawn left home, she went to the only one who had not lied to her. In Spike’s crypt Dawn fell onto one of the chairs Spike had.

Dawn told Spike what she was, that soon she would learn more, she looked at Spike.
“Please can you give me something else to think about?” Dawn asked.

Spike stared at her and tried to think of what he could say, “I bet you never knew, before I was turned I was quite a poet,” Spike looked at where he was, “Though given what I am and what my surroundings are I think I should start all my poems anew. These are the Tales From Spike’s Crypt.”

Dawn smiled it was the first time she had smiled for days, she knew Spike could take her to a new world.
“What would the poems be about?” Dawn asked herself.



To Be Continued

 

[ILLYRIAN]

Tales From The Crypt, Spikes Crypt that is.

“So you want me to cheer you up do you?” asked Spike. “You don’t have to, I just wanna forget the crap that keeps wandering through my brain,” said Dawn. Spike grinned, “On condition you don’t tell your sister, she won’t like what I’m going to say as when I was human I used to tell this to my friends kids, I might embellish it though if it’ll make you smile,” said Spike.

“Years ago this American man and his family moved to England to take ownership of a castle left to him in a will, though he’d never heard of them, nor did he know his ancestral line came from a noble English family he went to claim his inheritance. Surprise met him as at the address was a castle. He hammered on the doors then waited, about to knock again his wife told him to wait.

“The house keeper might be on her way.” Hiram B. Otis looked to Jennifer, his wife and smiled. “As you say dear.” He looked to his daughter Virginia and was about to explain why they were there when the door opened. “Good afternoon, are you the American family?” asked the housekeeper. Hiram said they were. “Good I am the housekeeper Mrs. Umney. Saying they had come a long way, he wanted rooms for each of his family.

Mrs. Umney was quite taken aback at the thought of them wanting to stay at the castle, “You do know the castle is haunted don’t you?” she asked. “I do not believe in ghosts, I’m an American,” said Mr. Otis, “and neither do my family. Mrs. Umney showed Hiram to their rooms while Mrs. Otis stayed with their daughter in the entrance hall. Virginia thought it great that the castle had a ghost.

“Where could she find the ghost?” asked Dawn. “In the library, he used to wander aimlessly around, you know, just like Giles,” said Spike. Dawn burst into laughter. “Thank you, I had wondered if I’d ever smile again, I knew I was right to come here,” said Dawn. Spike grinned, he felt happier knowing he could be there for Dawn when she needed help.

Virginia looked along the row of books on the lower shelf, names that she had never heard of. A man walked into the room. “My name is Mr. Umney, with my wife I look after the castle though now I will help to look after you, I there anything that you want?” he asked. Jennifer was glad of someone to talk to, “No one has told us anything about the ghost and my daughter would love to know about him, who was he?” asked Mrs. Otis.

Mr. Umney picked a book from the next bookshelf above where Virginia had started, he held a book to Virginia. “This will tell you all you want to know and all you don’t want to know about Sir Simon Canterville, The Lord of this castle he has haunted these walls for over three hundred years and scared many people from here,” said Mr. Umney.

“I’ve never seen a ghost, I can’t wait until I do,” said Virginia. Mr. Umney slowly shook his head, “Please don’t say that, as I can guarantee you that you will see the ghost and probably tonight as soon as he learns who you are he will make scaring you from here his private obsession. I has been a long time since one from the family tree lived here,” said Mr. Umney.
Mrs. Umney walks into the library, “What are you telling them about?”

“About Sir Simon.” He pointed to the book in Jennifers arms. The eyes in the oil painting at the end of the room began to glow red, Virginia did the best curtsy she knew how to then walked toward the painting, finding herself in a small room she asked where she was. “This is my room, I escape to the quiet here when I need to or when I can,” said Sir Simon. He handed a glass of liquid towards her. “Thank you but I am too young to drink Sir Simon,” Virginia offered Sir Simon a curtsy.

“Are my curtsy’s good enough?” asked Virginia. “They are and thank you. The drink is water.” Virginia smiled then took a sip, “That water is lovely where did you get it from?” Virginia asked.

Sir Simon pointed out of the window, “Beyond the Almond tree is a well though it is dry for the likes of you it is not for me, I often get a small drum full. I like to drink of it as well,” said Sir Simon.

Virginia stared at her mother and father. “Where did you go child?” asked Mrs. Umney. Virginia stared at the glass of water in her hand, “I was with Sir Simon he gave me this glass of water, it is the best water I have ever tasted.” Mr. Umney asked her where did it come from? “You could not have got it from Sir Simon as ghosts do not exist,” said her father. “Well he did, he said it comes from the well near the almond tree.”

Mrs. Umney took a sip of the water, “Oh my, I tasted that many years ago, I had done Sir Simon a great favour and he offered me some water, I remember the taste was just that.” “I like Sir Simon, he is a nice man I hope I can meet him again.” Mrs. Umney faced Virginia, “Where did you go to and what drew you to him?” Virginia faced the oil painting above the fireplace, “The eyes appeared red, the painting is of a younger him,” said Virginia.

“Not surprising as it was a painting of Sire Simon twenty five years before he vanished, no one knows why or where he vanished to,” said Mrs. Umney. Virginia pointed to the wall above the fire place. “We were in a room behind the wall,” said Virginia.


To Be Continued

 

[ILLYRIAN]

Spike Regurgitates Tales from His Crypt



Spike looked at Dawn she seemed to be getting bored, Spiked wandered about his crypt he took notice of the colours reflected from the street lamps. He asked Dawn if she had realised where she was, that she was standing a few feet in front of the fireplace.


He told Dawn that Mr. Umney was interested if Virginia had seen the apple tree in the front yard when she first arrived at the castle. Virginia tried to recollect her seeing the trees that were in the area near the drive.


She envisaged the Pine trees, the Beech and the Oak trees then realised that the apple tree was more like a large bush than a tree. Not knowing the exact reason why she thought then smiled, I remember it but why did you want to know?” she asked.


Mr Umney recounted the years he had spent working on the tree and while it had never actually died, it had never borne any fruit. In that respect it was the same as the almond tree on the mound on the back field near the castle,” said Mr. Umney.


Virginia kept silent for a few moments, “Sir Simon said about the Almond tree, he was of the belief it held part of his tale of woe, the Angel of Death would sit in judgement on him until an innocent shed a tear for his predicament. That the innocent was to stand before the Angel of Death.


Spike told Dawn of the secret stairs that spiraled down into the basement to the secret room above the basement everyone knew of, about the stained glass windows that the sun shone through the hands of a clock at five past eleven onto a painting to make the eyes of the girl being reflected from the mirror to be black.


Dawn watched as Virginia stared twice when it was five to eleven as she was the person in the painting. Seeing all around her become disfigured the Demon of death presented himself to her, he asked why she was there, it was not only fear that caused the tears in her eyes but she wanted Sir Simon to be free of the torture that was heaped onto him.


The Demon of Death approached Sir Simon he congratulated him even though it wasn’t his request. That the shear innocence of Virginia had released a tear from her eyes for the end of Sir Simon’s torture to be ended.


The Demon stated that Sir Simon Canterville would be released to find his sleep, to not walk the passages and corridors abounded within the walls of the castle. Virginia looked out of the stained glass window, even the diagram of the tree in the glass showed the bloom on the Almond tree.


Much to the surprised of those searching for her Virginia had them go to the rear of the castle to see the Almond tree. Virginia felt glad to be able to tell Mrs. Umney that Sir Simon was no more, she led Mrs. Umney to Sir Simon grave, for her to see the date of his death was written on his grave.


Virginia was able to lead Mr. and Mrs. Umney to the secret rooms she had been to with Sir Simon.


For them to pick through the treasures Sir Simon had kept, treasures that would allow the castle to remain in the hands of the Canterville family line for many decades to come with the Umney’s forever present.


One of the many presents Sir Simon had kept were the book he had read to the children of his cousins. The first story’s that Spike read were of the wooden toy that had been made to cause delight to the children who heard the tale, another was of a daughter of a king who had been forced into sleep, just the sort of tales for a vampire to recount thought Spike.



To Be Continued

 

[ILLYRIAN]

TALES FROM THE MANUSCRIPT THAT WAS UNDER SPIKES STONE COFFIN

Spike looked at the gap under his coffin he wondered what might be causing it so he shone a torch light into the gap, Dawn slid the strap of her bag under his stone coffin and pulled out a pile of sheets of paper. Spike exclaimed that he had wondered where he had put them. Dawn flicked through the was of papers, “15 sheets!” she exclaimed, “Did you write all this?” asked Dawn. Spike winked to Dawn, “No it wasn’t, this is what Drusilla was doing before she left.”

“I have read it a few times though. Drusilla may have had a way with words and on occasion when she saw the past and the future she was quite clear on what she saw,” said Spike. Dawn started to read it and asked Spike what it was all about? Dawn was anxious to learn the end of the tale. “Drusilla's more lucid moments which were as Spike admitted fewer and farther apart. Spike did say though that her claim to know the past and future of what was and will be was getting more and more often.

Dawn did looked to Spike, she saw a look in his eyes that caused her to hear what he said might be the truth. “Dru saw how Buffy would live out her days with Willow to watch over her, not that your sister will ever see an end to Willows days. Willow was and is a creature of eternity. Spike looked at the first sheet, it spoke of a girl who slept and her friend who watched over her.

Dawn looked cautiously to Spike, “Who were they?” she asked. “This is the original tale of the sleeping beauty, something even the silly watchers never learnt, they were much more intent on making themselves to be important they missed the early days of the girl who would be the chosen one. The watchers Council had each potential as a normal girl until each of them were called, none were they were always creatures whose purpose it was to give joy to children.

In the ages of old the one who the country people referred to as The Sleeping Beauty became the chosen one of now, Buffy. The man who found her and woke her was said to be a Prince. He was not a real Prince though he was just who the country people described him as, imagine if the Prince was Mr. Rupert Giles, had he have kissed Buffy to wake her, would he have pressed his lips against Buffy’s or tried to stick his tongue into her mouth for a game of tonsil soccer.

Dawn began to grin, “What if Buffy had woken up at that point?” Dawn stared at Spike before she eventually shrugged her shoulders. “How are we here are we in the time we were just reading off?”
Spike grinned to Dawn, “My Drusilla was a lot more insightful than she was given credit for,” said Spike.

Dawn could only shrug her shoulders again. “Er, I er, sorry I hope no one saw me, I didn’t mean to be so forward, I am sorry,” said Mr. Rupert Giles. Buffy glared at him. “What am I not good looking enough for you!” exclaimed Buffy. “Um er yes you are, very lovely but I should not kiss a girl like you,” stated Mr. Rupert Giles. “REALLY, a girl like what? Am I too old for you to kiss, prefer really young girls do you?” asked Buffy.

“No oh my God no, I did not mean that,” said Mr. Giles. “Oh right, you like girls who are a bit older, those whose girlie bits are much more developed!” exclaimed Buffy. Mr. Giles was shocked at her implication, but he didn’t know how to react in defence of himself - then he noticed that Buffy was grinning at him.
“Willow said you were easy to wind-up.”

Buffy told Willow that she was right Mr. Giles did seem to have a sense of humour. Good thing really, he is going to need it, said Buffy. She looked up into Rupert’s eyes and fluttered her eyelashes. Poor Rupert he knew his life was going to be a difficult one. Dawn asked Spike to tell her of the concept of what Drusilla had written. He started to read the tale of how Willow was there for Buffy.

Even Spike was surprised as he read that Willow had always been there for the Slayer, that she was the Watcher for the Powers That Be whereas Mr. Rupert Giles was a Watcher for the human kind. Willow changed the Fairy Tale of the sleeping beauty from a girl whose beauty was a threat to a beauty who would inspire the people.

For them to rise up against the old foe who caused a fear, Willow stepped back as she heard a twig snap on the grounds nearby Buffy, how to keep her safe from an enemy unseen. Willow turned then looked at where she had heard the sound but saw nothing she looked either side of her just as she felt someone grab hold of her, then she felt a sharp pain on her neck.

Willow looked into the darkness, she wondered what it was that could have bitten her, “A feral cat, hmm no a feral cat would not have stopped biting her. The same would be of a feral dog that might have attacked her, and the dog would have attacked as a pack.” She acknowledged that she had felt something she felt about her neck but there were no bite marks.

The ground beneath her feet were not real, almost as if the leaves were thrown over a false floor.
Willow saw a crack of light but it wasn’t sunlight then Willow heard a sound that was a very faint echo, judging by how quick she had heard the echo Willow thought she was in a small underground room.

Stepping in each direction with her arms outstretched in front of her, she tested her theory hoping she wouldn’t bump into anything, she acknowledged she was in room, a dark and musty room, she had no idea if she was near or far from her home. The realization was there that she had been abducted became more evident to her.

Allowing Willow to see where she was Buffy slowly found where Willow had been taken. It was when Willow began to see outside and Buffy could see where she recognized. Triangulating the topography of what Willow could see Buffy was able to discover where Willow was and save her.


To Be Continues

 

[ILLYRIAN]

DEAD REFLECTIONS OF THE WALL OF GOLD UNDER SPIKE’S CRYPT

Although Buffy had found Willow she was having trouble comprehending how Willow had befriended seven fit young women each of whom claimed to have the ability to find shiny items for sale to a mint and a liking of those of whom sought glory in the tunnels that led down deep into the earth. Spike led them down to search for the riches that nature had provided.

Those riches were evident due to the lines of Willow’s sight from her confinement the lines had seared into the tunnels that reflected vast pockets of gold in the side of the hill. Willow’s dwarf friends picked away at the walls, Spike looked to see how Dawn was, he was happy to see that Dawn was grinning.

“Do you want to see what is wrong?” asked Spike. Dawn smiled, “I would like to know what is but not what should not be,” said Dawn. Spike took the picture from the wall and handed it to her, Dawn looked at it then asked Spike what was it meant to be; Spike stood beside her. He looked into the glass cover over what appeared to be the black velvet cloth,

“There you go Dawn look at it and tell me what do you see?” Dawn took her time at examining the picture, “It is just a picture of you Spike,” stated Dawn. Spike took the glass from the picture frame then held it to Dawn. “There was no cloth under the glass, just a black mirror.” “I can tell it is not a proper mirror, I do not have a reflection in it,” replied Dawn.

“I know you might think that is odd but it is not,” Spike turned it slightly toward him. “And now I can see you, what is so special about that?” asked Dawn. “This is my favourite picture, I have to call it a picture of me or folk might get a bit of a shock.” Dawn looked to Spike as he grinned to her with his game face on.

“When was the last time you saw my reflection in a mirror? The best part of it is my reflection always has a game face, never me as I am.” Dawn turned to look at Spike, he appeared to be normal but his reflection showed him as a demon in the mirror. “How?” she asked, “Will I need magic to see you as normal?”

Dawn looked down then saw there was a tube of Willow’s lip gloss in front of her. Dawn concentrated on the tube for several hours she hoped Willow would her plea for help. She heard Willow’s voice ask her, “What is it Dawn?” She told Willow she had just seen Spike’s reflection in a mirror, that she did not understand how.

“Come to me and listen to what I have got to say,” said Dawn, she had just about enough time to tell Spike that Willow would explain his reflection to her before she was taken to where Willow waited for her. “As no one else was about Spike was asked to watch over me, at first I thought it was great because he treats me like a proper person but it was is his reflection.

A proper mirror is made with a silver painted lining behind the glass but a false mirror is made from a sheet of black velvet pressed so it is wrinkle free on the glass, technically it is not his reflection you saw as a vampire can present itself on cloth. So although he can be on the velvet his speed can trick you to believe you see his reflection,” Willow smiled to Dawn.

Dawn was upset that Spike would scare her like that though it didn’t stop Spikes grin. “You know the truth of what is, so in future times when a person gets annoyed with you or tries to be-little you. It is then that you can tell them that a vampire stood next to and you looked into the mirror in front of you and saw the vampire’s reflection.

Spike directed Dawn to gaze at the figures between the trees. Dawn realized that each one appeared other than how they should be. Spike had Dawn see the figure was one like he was though he was unknown to her. Willow lightly pressed her hand on Dawn’s shoulder. “Many others like that one are coming here, though I do not know them all

Know that I will speak to them all that I will tell them when, where and in what time this is,” Dawn spoke to Willow telling her that the person coming towards them looked young, not even twenty years old. “While that might be true that does not mean the being was born twenty odd years ago,” said Spike.

“Stay here it is easier if you don’t see them arrive.” Spike lead them up a small hill but he had them stop just before the top. As Spike had told her Dawn watched a dozen or more figures wandered up to the top of the hill towards them. Wanting to see where they came from Dawn went to the other side of the hill.

She wandered down the other side to where many tyre tracks were. Dawn saw how the leaves had been disheveled, upon closer inspection she saw the tyre tracks had moved aside the mud and was able to follow the tracks around the back of the house until no signs of mud displacement could be found.

“What is it?” asked Dawn. She saw that both Spike and Willow face a rundown shed that may have housed a couple of horses. Willow took Dawn to a cabinet where she opened a drawer that revealed an exercise book. Dawn read what written on the pages, “It says about a child who was thought to have died, the daughter of an elderly couple.”

Dawn read more of what was written, “I’m not sure what the rest of it means though,” said Dawn. Willow took the book from Dawns hands. “After making a doll he started to dress the doll in the clothes that once belonged to the daughter, the jumper bore the picture of a Pegasus on the front.” Willow took a doll from a shelf near the book, “One like this?” asked Willow.

Spike smiled as he faced the doll, “shame it couldn’t have been a life sized clown, some people really like them things,” said Spike. “You only said that because you are well aware that the majority of people get wigged out by toy clowns,” said Willow. Spike very adamantly argued with Willow, “Oh how I wish I was a ventriloquist,” he said grinning.


To Be Continued

 

[ILLYRIAN]

WHEN THE ‘i’s ON SPIKE’S STONE GRAVE COULD SEE

Spike ushered Dawn to crouch down amongst the bushes as they kept watch on Dawn’s adopted sis and Willow go toward the little cottage amongst the trees. Going forward towards the knee-high gate in between the white picket fence that bordered where the elderly couple lived. Willow bent down to open the gate and waved Buffy towards the front door.

The final flourish of her hand caused Willow to look where her hand accidentally pointed. In one of the front window’s she saw a ventriloquists dummy was sat on what looked like a small flowerpot. Willow spoke to Buffy, she directed her friend to see the puppet in the window. Buffy thought it odd that her friend was so interested in the wooden puppet.

Dawn whispered to Spike, she was intrigued as to why Willow had told Buffy about the doll. Spike suggested to Dawn that they cross the clear ground in front of them to get to a couple of trees that were in front to their left. Hiding behind the trees would enable Spike and Dawn to hear with a bit more clarity what was being said by Willow and Buffy.

About to knock on the front door, it opened; there, in front of them stood one of the owners of the cottage. In his hand were the wooden struts that controlled the movement of the puppet. “How did you know I was about to knock on the door?” asked Buffy. “I saw you open our gate then watched you walk on the path towards the door, it seemed prudent to open the door.”

Willow stared at the man, “I heard the voice which I guess was meant to be the wooden puppets voice yet at no time did I see your lips move!” exclaimed Willow. Buffy agreed that he was very clever. “Thank you though I should admit the congratulations you are giving to me are not as deserved as you might think,” said the elderly man.

He slowly pushed the door to be a bit wider; there who had been just out of sight was the elderly woman. “Like the sound of my voice do you?” she asked. Willow looked to Buffy and smiled. Dawn whispered to Spike, “I wish that we could get closer.” Spike looked at the situation, “If we are quiet, and clever we could. If we can creep back to the bushes

then go around the garden, then maybe tip toe to the side wall we should be able to hear what is being said from there.” As they reached the side wall Willow went to a garden setting to sit down she was followed by Buffy who carried the puppet then the elderly couple brought tea and cakes for them to eat and drink, plus some freshly ground shavings for the puppet.

Putting a small pile of ground dust in a bowl Buffy asked where the shavings were. The elderly woman responded, “I had decided to give the puppet some freshly ground shavings I never intended to give our puppet fresh shavings,” she looked to Buffy, “They would be far too hard for the puppet to swallow.” Buffy looked incredulously to Willow.

“Really, did you expect our puppet to chew on shaving or to suck straight down some ground shavings?” asked the elderly man. Buffy continued to look to Willow, at the same time Dawn looked to Spike. The elderly woman faced Buffy, “What you need to understand is us, we live in a cottage in the wilds of the forest.

Here all we have to speak to are each other, the insects that roam our garden, the animals and birds who frequent the forest and the flowers, bushes and trees. It seemed natural that we should make a companion from one of the trees that blew down in a storm. My husband is a carpenter and I am a witch so the best way to combine our gifts for us was to make a child; a puppet.”

Willow looked to Buffy and smiled just as Spike grinned to Dawn, they both said at roughly the same time. “It does make the sort of sense that is.” The puppet stood up and smiled to Buffy. “It is up to you entirely but I think it will be a nice thing to do: to invite your sister to join us.” Buffy looked to Willow, “I don’t know where they are.” said Buffy.

Willow looked to the witch, “If we join power maybe we could bring Dawn here.” The elderly woman looked to the puppet then to Willow, “Our child wants to know about the vampire with her. Willow glared at Buffy, “There is a vampire with Dawn, is our friend in danger?” The elderly woman grinned. “Dawn and the vampire Spike are the best of friends.”

“Friends?” asked Willow. “I know, I’ve warned her about the company she keeps but yes she sees Spike as a friend,” Buffy looks to the elderly woman, “Are they together now and where are they?” asked Buffy. Dawn and Spiked walked from the side of the cottage, Spike smiled at Dawn, “I told you the side of the cottage was a good place to be.”

Dawn smiled to Willow, “Spike treats me as an adult and if I was a vampire I think he’d treat me as an equal.” The elderly woman looked to Dawn. “Like that would ever happen, he be too afraid that your sister would beat ten bells of crap out of him.” Dawn smiled, “Well sis can’t complain, because she sleeps with vampires. “Angel and me maybe but not girl vampires,” said Spike, “mind you that might be why Darla died with a smile on her lips!” exclaimed Spike.



To Be Continued

 

[ILLYRIAN]

THE PUPPET’S CLOWN COSTUME FOR HALLOWEEN

Dawn led Spike down several flights on the spiral staircase then along the underground passage until the light at the end of the tunnel grew brighter, they wandered up the wooden ladders until they found themselves in a room where many crates and boxes had been stored.

About the edge under a window started a bench. It was obvious that a carpenter had used the bench to make many items of joy for himself and his barren wife: he had made them a boy who was almost six foot three, a boy who would help about the home or carry the heavy shopping bags.

And should he be required to empty the rubbish bins he would as and when he was required to he would move the furniture about. They never failed to be amazed as the puppet held its guide strings above its head as it bounced along the floor to join everyone else on a seat beside the table.

Spike looked to it he asked it what would do if it couldn’t reach very high above its head. The puppet turned to look at Spike, smiled then stated that his wooden body was more like the giant bamboo: he was continuing to grow.

The puppet had a private laugh as he pondered about the possibility of himself as having the growth spurt of a plant. Dawn saw how Spike and the puppet had begun to respond to each other, the puppet saw that Dawn was quite interested in Spike performance.

Having found a trolley they could ride on the three of them rode it along the passageway. At the end of the passage, Dawn said of the corrugated roller door, Spike opened it and they found themselves stood at the edge of the dock.

After surveying the grounds and the gardens Dawn had them look at the graves, instead of the graves being in square edged rows the graves were only five foot round. They wandered along the row of circular envelopes of dead ground the puppet looked to each one of them and considered why the people had planted their dead in the ground.

The puppet considered the thought that all those incredible tales of Zombies rising up from the ground had suddenly found a truth, the puppet found reason why they looked so disgusting. The puppet faced Spike, he asked Spike how he looked so clean because he like the Zombies had risen from the grave.

Dawn sighed, she had never considered there was a connection between vampires and Zombies even though the connection was a lame one. Many humans were buried in a wooden box, they were buried in their clothes.

Dawn and the puppet gazed at what was for most thoughts the graves of the different, creatures who it was expected that they would return from the grave to life, of creatures that had been buried horizontally face down or upright to stop the multitudes of grain of soil getting in their eyes or up the nostrils.

Dawn wandered away from the circles she saw the fields of long grasses, she noticed how the long grass appeared to be move like the waves in a sea of water. The wind blew lines of grass into the forest where even the plants would flow like water.

Dawn tried to know who had been buried there but nothing was written of whom it was. The first four girls who Dawn saw rise from the ground carried no information in their pockets about who they were or where they are from. Spike told Dawn that she might not find out about them like that.

Many of the risen were not reported as having gone missing. Their parents or guardians might well have been proud they were chosen to be such company as those in the Ashwordly Coven. Dawn looked to Spike, confused as to the reality of them. Buffy had never mentioned about having to battle them.

Spike questioned Dawn why she thought witches were people who would do harm. Dawn had no response she had never thought of Willow as a bad person only that evil forces often tried to take control of her. Spike admitted to once being a follower of that evil, though now he pursue the benefit that the powerful witches could be.


To Be Continued

 

[ILLYRIAN]

BUFFY SMILED THAT SPIKE HAD WATCHED OVER DAWN, as if!

Spike decided that Dawn had heard enough of what could be. That now she ought to return to be with the protection provided for her by her her mother Joyce and that silly sister of hers, Buffy. As the sun had at last passed over the horizon and allowed the night to have dropped down to the ground, Spike told Dawn the time was right for them to return.


Going back through the forest in the darkening evening Spike found a long stick. He grinned because he knew how to use the stick. Creeping to the side of her, he waited until they found a suitable space to do what they needed to do. Keeping near to each other, sneaking to just the right place he was able to tap her shoulder with the end of the long stick.


Though when she turned to see who was behind her she soon realised that no one was there, she was not amused though she thought it was Spike attempt at guiding her. Spike had hidden behind a tree he thought it highly funny what he had done it caused him to struggle to contain his laughter.


He was disappointed at not thinking it was right, he didn’t repeat the gesture even though he wanted to so he moved to be near Dawn’s side, doing his best he pretended to be innocent. Seeing the moonlight poking through the treetops he guided her to go towards a darkened area.


He threw a stone into the nearby group of trees so that Dawn would hear it when it struck and bounced off the wood of various trees, then she would know to continue to walk towards that way, the moonlight would reflect on the pupils of his eyes.


Though when Dawn saw them the moonlight only shone on the persons pupils, with his body covered in darkness the moonlight pinpointed the pupils. Dawn didn’t know how to react except to run. Spike smiled though he soon caught up with Dawn and just to help the situation he pretended to be unknowing of what had just happened to Dawn.


A new plan developed in Spike’s brain, he ran ahead of Dawn and he clambered to the third level of branches that were sturdy. Using the main trunk of the trees as a place to hide his body he hid his eyes as well. Unknown to Spike, Dawn had begun to feel alienated even though she was beginning to get near to be close to where she was.


She deftly stepped slower, her rate diminished she then moved sideways to where Spike continued to be. Without the hint of any inhibition Dawn slipped one of her hands into Spikes hand and their fingers intertwined. Without realizing it Spike had become a person liked by Dawn.


He enjoyed her company and while neither of them had spoken of a growing friendship for the other that growing friendship had taken place. Spike was taken aback, his new found friendship with Dawn had nothing to do with his wanting to be better friends with Dawn’s sister.


What Spike began to know was that his being friends with Buffy had nothing to do with Dawn, he had begun to value the friendship of each of them purely for the continued happiness of each of them.


The End