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31 July 2007 @ 03:21 pm
The walk home had sobered us some. At least enough to the point where we weren't going to get pinched for drunk and disorderly by any of the fine Sunnydale coppers. Knew that I'd have a hell of a headache tomorrow, but sod had it been worth it. Always knew there was something more to the niblet then met the eyes. Didn't need more then a nibble to learn there was more then I'd ever imagined. Dru, Darla, the Slayers, couldn't none of the lot hold a candle to the power in this bit's blood.

We'd come in the back door of the house, both of us feeling a bit peckish after all we'd been up to. "Right luv, pizza living room, got it." Eyed the clock as I walked down the hall. Bit late, not enough that Joyce would be too harsh with Dawn. Heard the telly on, the news was over and Leno was poking a bit of fun at the President. "Joyce, are you still up?" Poked my head in and saw Joyce slumped over on the couch. Sod.

Bloody hell.

Might be she'd just nodded off. Inhaled a bit, the scent of death filling my head. She was gone. No, no bloody way!

"Joyce!" Roaring I lept over an armchair, landing next to the sofa, touching her neck, hoping against hope for the slightest hint of a pulse.


"SLAYER!" Wasn't sure if the Slayer was home, guessing not. She couldn't be long from getting back though. Turning 'round I heard Dawn's footsteps running from the kitchen. Swallowed hard, my tongue thick in my mouth. Why did it have to be Joyce of all people?

hairpuller on August 1st, 2007 03:40 am (UTC)
The walk back seemed to help Spike's stonedness. Is that a word? Never mind. But is that how all vamps were after they fed? Maybe it's only that way if you care about the person. It could just be something messed up with Spike's chip. That was probably it.

Spike went into the living room to grab the pizza. He had to be some what stoned still if he wanted some of my pizza. One of our first discussions was when I was home alone last year and he had stopped over and he was pissed because I ordered my pizza with anchovies.

I headed for the bathroom next to the kitchen. As soon as I turned the light on I heard Spike yell my Mom's name, then he was calling for Buffy. What the...?

I wondered if maybe some demon had crashed into the house because I knew it couldn't be a vamp since the no invite thing.

Then Spike was shaking my Mom when I came in. She looked really pale. At the doorway I called, "Mom?"

Spike turned to look at me and I knew. I knew. No! It can't be true. This is some kind of joke. "MOM!" I screamed running over to her. "No, no, no!"

I stopped and said, "Spike go call 9-1-1. I'll call Buffy." I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and hit speed dial 1 for Buffy.