Re: Date with Destiny (Multi,XO,UC,MATURE) AN 8/24/11 pg4
Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 3:54 pm
Note: I am so sorry this chapter took forever to get written and posted. It didn’t quite come out like I hoped it would but I’m still happy with it. Hope you all are too.
Just a reminder: the sun has not returned in LA yet.
Chapter 26
May 1, 2001
A couple hours after she got off the phone with her father Liz stood in the kitchen alone. She had been in her room napping when the baby got a craving for peanuts and chocolate syrup. Thank God it wasn’t food that didn’t go together. That was never fun. A few days ago she had a major craving for a chocolate bar and sour cream. That was an interesting and gross combination.
She poured some unsalted peanuts into a bowl and grabbed the chocolate syrup. As she drizzled the dark brown liquid over the other half of her craving she caught a glimpse of her face in the shiny chrome surface of the fridge.
Setting the bowl on the counter beside her, Liz leaned in closer and probed at the discolored flesh. “Ow. Dammit.” She sighed. The demon that punched her in the face yesterday certainly left his mark. Her cheek was a lovely shade of black, blue, red, and purple.
“Putting something cool on that will help pet.”
Liz jumped and whirled around in surprise. “Don’t do that. And no.” She breathed out a heavy exhale trying to calm her suddenly quick heartbeat. It had everything to do with being surprised and nothing to do with his presence, sure and yesterday she saw a pig fly, she thought to herself.
“One would think you’d be used to creatures sneaking up on you, living with the Captain Forehead and all. And two, ‘No’? I didn’t even ask a question.” Spike smiled at the startled girl.
“You didn’t have too. I’ve only known you for a day but I already know that you were going to suggest that the something cold be you.” She grabbed her bowl of food off the counter. Liz wasn’t sure why she didn’t retreat to her room after getting what she needed from the kitchen but she brushed passed him and sat at the table.
Spike shrugged. “Can’t argue with that.” He put his thumbs between his belt loops and followed closely behind her.
“Why are you here?” She put a spoonful of peanuts and chocolate into her mouth.
“Thought you were smart? I’m here to keep all of Broody Boy’s pal’s alive…even when he’s not Broody Boy.”
Liz swallowed and shook her head negatively. “No, I mean why aren’t you patrolling? And ‘hey’ on the smart comment.”
“Patrolling is not what I’m out here for luv.” Spike sat down across from her on the small four person table. “The only reason I’m here is to make sure no one dies a horrible bloody death by the big beastie. Why did you think I’d patrol?”
“That’s what Angel does. He patrols.” Liz found it weird that Spike was on team good but didn’t patrol while he was out here.
Spike scoffed. “I am nothing like Angel first of all; second Angel shouldn’t be in LA patrolling. He should be with his mate helping her out.”
“Huh?” Liz picked up a single peanut with her fingers and put it in her mouth. “Why shouldn’t he be patrolling and what’s a mate?”
Spike leaned forward clasping his hands together. “Didn’t say he shouldn’t be patrolling at all, just not in LA. Not while Buffy is fighting for her life on a nightly basis in Sunnydale. She’s his mate; every vampire has one being that is their match.”
Liz, with the hand that she held a spoon in, halted what he was about to say. “Please don’t tell me this is like a soulmate thing.” She really didn’t need another group of people being all soulmatey around her. She had enough of that with Max and everyone telling her how perfect they were for each other and their souls were one. After a while it got annoying.
Spike chuckled lowly. “Hardly. Soulmate would imply that one or the other in the equation had a soul. Most vampires don’t, Angel being the one exception.”
“Hmm, ok, so if they’re not soulmates then what are they?” Liz took another bite of her food.
“It’s not that they necessarily aren’t soulmates, it’s just that it’s not the main thing here. The demons that vampires are, are usually very selfish, they want what they want, they take what they want, and don’t give a damn about who gets in their way. Even vampires that they take as companions aren’t enough to make a vampire give up what they are after or what they have. Angelus was with Darla for a hundred and fifty years, she sired him, went against her own sire for him, but they weren’t mates.” Spike decided not to bring up Drusilla in the conversation. He didn’t want to bring up an ex-love in front of the young woman in front of him.
Liz felt her mouth getting dry, peanuts and chocolate weren’t a good way to keep her mouth hydrated. She had already finished her first glass of milk and decided after a few more bites she’d get another one. “How do you know they weren’t mates?” She had to admit this conversation fascinated her.
Spike got up from the table and answered her question. “Many a time Darla would screw Angelus over for her own safety. Once she left him in a burning barn to escape from a group of vampire hunters. If they were mates she wouldn’t be able do that. Angel even killed Darla, she was his sire, his former lover and yet he still dusted her. Again, mates can’t or would never do that. Although vampires are a selfish lot, when they mate it’s primal, protective, and possessive.” He pulled out the gallon of milk and another glass pouring the white liquid into it.
Liz was about to ask another question when Spike put the full glass of milk next to her. “Thanks.” He sat down next to her again.
Spike shrugged and continued. “Angel and Angelus have always been protective of Buffy. Even when Angelus should have killed Buffy he never could, he’d mess with her friends, killed the teacher that betrayed her, but he could never take that final step and kill her. Angelus had always been able to kill before; it disturbed him that he couldn’t kill the one girl he was the immortal enemy of.”
The two continued talking about mates and what they can or can’t do as Liz finished the last bit of food in her bowl, she set down the spoon, and drank the rest of the milk Spike poured for her, once finished she yawned. As she rubbed her eyes trying to rid herself of the scratchy irritation that came with staying up too late, Spike took her empty bowl and glass and put it in the sink for her.
“You know you didn’t have to do that. I’m pregnant not weak.” She realized how snippy that sounded and quickly backpedalled. “Not that I’m not thankful, it’s just--it’s not necessary.” Liz yawned again; she had been starting to feel tired a little into her and Spike’s conversation but had brushed it off because she enjoyed talking to the bleached blonde Billy Idol vampire.
“You look like you’re about to fall asleep right at the table. It’s not a big deal.” He put his hands on the back of her chair. “Come on. I’ll take us up to bed pet.”
It was a testament to how tired she was when she didn’t give him a look about the ‘us to bed’ comment. Instead she only nodded and with his help got back to her room. She didn’t take much notice of Spike opening her door and gently guiding her toward the bed.
Liz sighed as she sank down into her comfy mattress and delved under the quilt. As always her feet were too hot so she maneuvered them out from under the blanket to lie on top of the quilt.
Spike chuckled at the cute picture she made. “Night luv.” He whispered.
“Good night Spike. Thank you for taking me up here.” She burrowed further into her pillow.
“It was my pleasure.” Although he should leave the room, he didn’t. Not until her breathing slowed and she was deep into sleep. Once he was sure he wouldn’t wake her up he leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I wonder when you’ll realize you’re my mate?” He brushed a stray hair out of her sleeping face and quietly left the room leaving her to rest.
~*~*~
Over the next few days it became clear to Cordelia, who although only had a few encounters with Spike that he wasn’t acting like his normal killer self. It started with Spike hovering around Liz. Where ever she was Spike was sure to be near by. To be honest it worried her a little and she decided to keep a close eye on the two of them. Even roped Fred into watching them when she couldn’t.
A day after Spike had arrived at the hotel Cordelia spotted him pouring a glass of water and immediately giving it to Liz, who moments before had mentioned being thirsty. A couple hours later Liz went to the store because they were out of certain things. Spike went with her, leaving them alone in the hotel and not caring if any of them were maimed and killed while they were gone.
“Wait Spike, let Cordelia or Lorne go with her. The store is only two buildings away and this street has been pretty quiet since the whole no sun, fire in the sky stuff.” Fred told Spike when Liz brought up going to the convenience store.
Spike raised an eyebrow, “Yea, like I’m leaving her safety to the beauty queen and the lounge singer.”
Liz gave Fred a hug, “We’ll be back in ten minutes.” She promised.
Cordelia watched them leave; waiting till she was sure Spike was out of ear shot. “Am I the only one who is concerned by his constant vigil over Liz?”
Lorne, who had come in holding a freshly made Sea Breeze, shook his head. “No, that bleached blonde hunk of delicious is staking his claim the only way he can right now.”
“Huh?” Fred sat down on the round red sofa. “Claim her?”
“The little gum drop is his mate. Every time I come in the room I can feel it.” Lorne explained. “Don’t think he’s told her yet though.”
Cordelia sat next to Fred and leaned back, reclining on the sofa. “Wait, what about Drusilla? Spike was crazy obsessed with her too, I thought she was the one and only of his unlife?”
“Apparently not. I’m sure he cared for the fruit loopy vampire but she’s not his mate.” Lorne told them.
Fred smiled at her two friends. “It’s kind of sweet though isn’t it? Who wouldn’t want someone completely devoted to them?” She sighed quietly.
“Yea it’s great if they’re not a strong, psycho obsessed vampire who would rip your heart out if you look at him wrong. You’ve only known Spike for a day Fred, he’s not cuddly like Angel is…was. In high school he tried to kill us all on Parent-Teacher Night, I had to stay in a supply with Willow till morning because no one knew we were in there. Thank God no one found out about that at school, it would have killed my reputation much sooner. Then he sent the Order of Teraka after Buffy but instead Xander and I got caught in the crossfire,” She shivered at the memory of the bug man.
Lorne sliced his hand through the air, stopping Cordelia from continuing the list of evil deeds Spike has done. “Safe to say sugar pop that Spike hasn’t exactly been a good guy but I’m telling you Liz is safer with Spike than anybody else at this point.” Their conversation ended after that leaving the three people left in the hotel with nothing to do but wait for Liz and Spike to return.
TBC
Next Chapter: Lucas meets Kyle.
Just a reminder: the sun has not returned in LA yet.
Chapter 26
May 1, 2001
A couple hours after she got off the phone with her father Liz stood in the kitchen alone. She had been in her room napping when the baby got a craving for peanuts and chocolate syrup. Thank God it wasn’t food that didn’t go together. That was never fun. A few days ago she had a major craving for a chocolate bar and sour cream. That was an interesting and gross combination.
She poured some unsalted peanuts into a bowl and grabbed the chocolate syrup. As she drizzled the dark brown liquid over the other half of her craving she caught a glimpse of her face in the shiny chrome surface of the fridge.
Setting the bowl on the counter beside her, Liz leaned in closer and probed at the discolored flesh. “Ow. Dammit.” She sighed. The demon that punched her in the face yesterday certainly left his mark. Her cheek was a lovely shade of black, blue, red, and purple.
“Putting something cool on that will help pet.”
Liz jumped and whirled around in surprise. “Don’t do that. And no.” She breathed out a heavy exhale trying to calm her suddenly quick heartbeat. It had everything to do with being surprised and nothing to do with his presence, sure and yesterday she saw a pig fly, she thought to herself.
“One would think you’d be used to creatures sneaking up on you, living with the Captain Forehead and all. And two, ‘No’? I didn’t even ask a question.” Spike smiled at the startled girl.
“You didn’t have too. I’ve only known you for a day but I already know that you were going to suggest that the something cold be you.” She grabbed her bowl of food off the counter. Liz wasn’t sure why she didn’t retreat to her room after getting what she needed from the kitchen but she brushed passed him and sat at the table.
Spike shrugged. “Can’t argue with that.” He put his thumbs between his belt loops and followed closely behind her.
“Why are you here?” She put a spoonful of peanuts and chocolate into her mouth.
“Thought you were smart? I’m here to keep all of Broody Boy’s pal’s alive…even when he’s not Broody Boy.”
Liz swallowed and shook her head negatively. “No, I mean why aren’t you patrolling? And ‘hey’ on the smart comment.”
“Patrolling is not what I’m out here for luv.” Spike sat down across from her on the small four person table. “The only reason I’m here is to make sure no one dies a horrible bloody death by the big beastie. Why did you think I’d patrol?”
“That’s what Angel does. He patrols.” Liz found it weird that Spike was on team good but didn’t patrol while he was out here.
Spike scoffed. “I am nothing like Angel first of all; second Angel shouldn’t be in LA patrolling. He should be with his mate helping her out.”
“Huh?” Liz picked up a single peanut with her fingers and put it in her mouth. “Why shouldn’t he be patrolling and what’s a mate?”
Spike leaned forward clasping his hands together. “Didn’t say he shouldn’t be patrolling at all, just not in LA. Not while Buffy is fighting for her life on a nightly basis in Sunnydale. She’s his mate; every vampire has one being that is their match.”
Liz, with the hand that she held a spoon in, halted what he was about to say. “Please don’t tell me this is like a soulmate thing.” She really didn’t need another group of people being all soulmatey around her. She had enough of that with Max and everyone telling her how perfect they were for each other and their souls were one. After a while it got annoying.
Spike chuckled lowly. “Hardly. Soulmate would imply that one or the other in the equation had a soul. Most vampires don’t, Angel being the one exception.”
“Hmm, ok, so if they’re not soulmates then what are they?” Liz took another bite of her food.
“It’s not that they necessarily aren’t soulmates, it’s just that it’s not the main thing here. The demons that vampires are, are usually very selfish, they want what they want, they take what they want, and don’t give a damn about who gets in their way. Even vampires that they take as companions aren’t enough to make a vampire give up what they are after or what they have. Angelus was with Darla for a hundred and fifty years, she sired him, went against her own sire for him, but they weren’t mates.” Spike decided not to bring up Drusilla in the conversation. He didn’t want to bring up an ex-love in front of the young woman in front of him.
Liz felt her mouth getting dry, peanuts and chocolate weren’t a good way to keep her mouth hydrated. She had already finished her first glass of milk and decided after a few more bites she’d get another one. “How do you know they weren’t mates?” She had to admit this conversation fascinated her.
Spike got up from the table and answered her question. “Many a time Darla would screw Angelus over for her own safety. Once she left him in a burning barn to escape from a group of vampire hunters. If they were mates she wouldn’t be able do that. Angel even killed Darla, she was his sire, his former lover and yet he still dusted her. Again, mates can’t or would never do that. Although vampires are a selfish lot, when they mate it’s primal, protective, and possessive.” He pulled out the gallon of milk and another glass pouring the white liquid into it.
Liz was about to ask another question when Spike put the full glass of milk next to her. “Thanks.” He sat down next to her again.
Spike shrugged and continued. “Angel and Angelus have always been protective of Buffy. Even when Angelus should have killed Buffy he never could, he’d mess with her friends, killed the teacher that betrayed her, but he could never take that final step and kill her. Angelus had always been able to kill before; it disturbed him that he couldn’t kill the one girl he was the immortal enemy of.”
The two continued talking about mates and what they can or can’t do as Liz finished the last bit of food in her bowl, she set down the spoon, and drank the rest of the milk Spike poured for her, once finished she yawned. As she rubbed her eyes trying to rid herself of the scratchy irritation that came with staying up too late, Spike took her empty bowl and glass and put it in the sink for her.
“You know you didn’t have to do that. I’m pregnant not weak.” She realized how snippy that sounded and quickly backpedalled. “Not that I’m not thankful, it’s just--it’s not necessary.” Liz yawned again; she had been starting to feel tired a little into her and Spike’s conversation but had brushed it off because she enjoyed talking to the bleached blonde Billy Idol vampire.
“You look like you’re about to fall asleep right at the table. It’s not a big deal.” He put his hands on the back of her chair. “Come on. I’ll take us up to bed pet.”
It was a testament to how tired she was when she didn’t give him a look about the ‘us to bed’ comment. Instead she only nodded and with his help got back to her room. She didn’t take much notice of Spike opening her door and gently guiding her toward the bed.
Liz sighed as she sank down into her comfy mattress and delved under the quilt. As always her feet were too hot so she maneuvered them out from under the blanket to lie on top of the quilt.
Spike chuckled at the cute picture she made. “Night luv.” He whispered.
“Good night Spike. Thank you for taking me up here.” She burrowed further into her pillow.
“It was my pleasure.” Although he should leave the room, he didn’t. Not until her breathing slowed and she was deep into sleep. Once he was sure he wouldn’t wake her up he leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I wonder when you’ll realize you’re my mate?” He brushed a stray hair out of her sleeping face and quietly left the room leaving her to rest.
~*~*~
Over the next few days it became clear to Cordelia, who although only had a few encounters with Spike that he wasn’t acting like his normal killer self. It started with Spike hovering around Liz. Where ever she was Spike was sure to be near by. To be honest it worried her a little and she decided to keep a close eye on the two of them. Even roped Fred into watching them when she couldn’t.
A day after Spike had arrived at the hotel Cordelia spotted him pouring a glass of water and immediately giving it to Liz, who moments before had mentioned being thirsty. A couple hours later Liz went to the store because they were out of certain things. Spike went with her, leaving them alone in the hotel and not caring if any of them were maimed and killed while they were gone.
“Wait Spike, let Cordelia or Lorne go with her. The store is only two buildings away and this street has been pretty quiet since the whole no sun, fire in the sky stuff.” Fred told Spike when Liz brought up going to the convenience store.
Spike raised an eyebrow, “Yea, like I’m leaving her safety to the beauty queen and the lounge singer.”
Liz gave Fred a hug, “We’ll be back in ten minutes.” She promised.
Cordelia watched them leave; waiting till she was sure Spike was out of ear shot. “Am I the only one who is concerned by his constant vigil over Liz?”
Lorne, who had come in holding a freshly made Sea Breeze, shook his head. “No, that bleached blonde hunk of delicious is staking his claim the only way he can right now.”
“Huh?” Fred sat down on the round red sofa. “Claim her?”
“The little gum drop is his mate. Every time I come in the room I can feel it.” Lorne explained. “Don’t think he’s told her yet though.”
Cordelia sat next to Fred and leaned back, reclining on the sofa. “Wait, what about Drusilla? Spike was crazy obsessed with her too, I thought she was the one and only of his unlife?”
“Apparently not. I’m sure he cared for the fruit loopy vampire but she’s not his mate.” Lorne told them.
Fred smiled at her two friends. “It’s kind of sweet though isn’t it? Who wouldn’t want someone completely devoted to them?” She sighed quietly.
“Yea it’s great if they’re not a strong, psycho obsessed vampire who would rip your heart out if you look at him wrong. You’ve only known Spike for a day Fred, he’s not cuddly like Angel is…was. In high school he tried to kill us all on Parent-Teacher Night, I had to stay in a supply with Willow till morning because no one knew we were in there. Thank God no one found out about that at school, it would have killed my reputation much sooner. Then he sent the Order of Teraka after Buffy but instead Xander and I got caught in the crossfire,” She shivered at the memory of the bug man.
Lorne sliced his hand through the air, stopping Cordelia from continuing the list of evil deeds Spike has done. “Safe to say sugar pop that Spike hasn’t exactly been a good guy but I’m telling you Liz is safer with Spike than anybody else at this point.” Their conversation ended after that leaving the three people left in the hotel with nothing to do but wait for Liz and Spike to return.
TBC
Next Chapter: Lucas meets Kyle.