Laying I bed with Beck I frowned noticing he was oddly quiet "what's up with you?" I question playing with his fingers as he tightens his grip on me "Nothing, it's just..." he glances down at me as I gaze up at him "nothing".
I nod as a beat of silence passes between us "so did you get your SAT scores?" Beck asks as I lean down and pick up the folded piece of paper out of my bag that lay on the floor next to Beck's bed "here" I say handing him the paper as he reads it wide-eyed.
"wow, those last-minute studies with Red paid off huh," Beck said with a grin as I shrugged taking the paper back and dropping it on the floor carelessly "it's no biggie" Beck raises an eyebrow at me and pushes himself up to rest against the headboard.
"No biggie? You'll have a bunch of colleges wanting to accept you and it's no biggie?" I shrug again and get out of his pulling my clothes back on trying to avoid his stare, there was no way I could explain to him I was a Slayer and needed to remain in Sunnydale to... slay... things.
"Let's not think about that right now. We've got my birthday, Prom, Graduation," I began as I sat down on the edge of Beck's bed as he stared at me looking troubled "My mom wants us to move back to Australia to care of my gran" I stop talking instantly as Beck drops that bombshell on me.
"Nikki? Baby?" Beck calls as I feel blood surging to my ears "when?" I whisper trying to neglect the tears threatening to build up "Next week" I hear Beck gulp sadly like he didn't want to tell me "how long have you known?" I question stoically "3 weeks" I let out a short bitter laugh as I stood up immediately.
Picking up my bag I placed my dirty clothes, textbooks and other things back in it as Beck tries to grab my hand "but I can stay, I'll find a place, I'll get a job" he scrambles as I shove my bag over my shoulder "Uh I gotta get to the library Giles is waiting for me but we'll talk later" I tell him stiffly as I walk out the door with him calling my name.
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Spike makes his way to his old burned-out factory. The place is a shambles, although the great where Giles started the fire is essentially intact, just scorched.
Spike strolls through the area, stepping over the strewn chairs while singing a few bars from 'My Way' "And more / Much more than this / I did it my way" he belted out loudly as he hops merrily down the stairs to the bedroom in the basement.
"Drusilla! I'm home!" he calls out loud as he reaches the bottom he breaks out into a pathetic fit of giggles which quickly turn to sobs. He sniffs a few times and wipes his nose on his sleeve.
He sees what's left of the burned bed and steps up to it, steadying himself on a pillar. In despair, he tosses his liquor bottle onto the bed and steps around the column.
From there he sees Drusilla's doll collection that didn't survive the fire piled on her dresser, all badly scorched. He reaches for one and picks it up. The features on its fine porcelain face can still be made out, but the paint, hair, and dress are long gone.
Spike stares at the doll intensely "Why did you do it, baby? Why did you leave me? We were happy here" He tries to suppress a sob and shakes it off, and suddenly he's wearing his game face.
He roars at the doll angrily and throws it hard down at the concrete floor. He spins around, looking for something to smash it with. He finds a tall iron candlestick, grabs it and wields it back.
"YOU..." he swings the candlestick "STUPID..." he swings again "WORTHLESS..." he takes another swing "BITCH!" he calms down and breaths out "Look what you've done to me" He stares down at what's left of the doll, its delicate porcelain features smashed and scattered, limbs torn and singed then he drops the iron candlestick on top of it.
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Bad Blood |BTVS| Book Two
Fanfiction❝ 'Cause baby now we got bad blood.❞ Nikki was left to pick up the pieces when Buffy left her behind, broken. Her friends had established themselves as a Scooby Gang as she became more reckless and careless, she was a Slayer without a cause. What h...
