A/N They’re still not mine unfortunately.
Thanks a lot for the reviews. Sorry the chapters are so short, they’re more like half chapters, but I’m having to fit writing around university and everything.
‘I died in my dreams…what’s that supposed to mean?’ Confusion swirled around his brain. ‘Got lost in the fire’ Memories began to come back. ‘I died in my dreams reaching out for your hand’ Buffy.
Spike opened his eyes, then sat up abruptly as he realised he was in lying on top of the remains of Sunnydale in direct sunlight. Snarling he rolled into a shadow, then checked his body for flames. His heart was racing. ‘No flames. Thank god. Hang on, no burning sensation. Strange thud in chest…bloody hell’
He scrambled up wincing under the light he had so long been forced to hide from. He had no idea what was going on. Was this all just some strange afterlife dimension? Was he dreaming? It didn’t feel like a dream. Could he really be back in the world and be human?
He had to find Buffy. He needed to see her. How was he going to do that though? She could be anywhere in the world. She could have moved onto a new life. She might even be dead. A hundred years could have passed and he wouldn’t know. No. he wouldn’t let himself think things like that. She was somewhere and he would find her. He just had to figure out where to start.
Getting out of the crater seemed like a good idea. Trust him to wake up right in the middle of it. It took him all day to get to the edge of the crater as he carefully picked his way across the couple of miles of rubble that occasionally shifted and subsided underneath him. It would be highly ironic for him to be brought back to life just to be buried again.
Ok he achieved the edge of the crater. Now he just had to get out of it. He started to climb but didn’t get far before his arms started to give out on him. It was too steep, and he just didn’t have the strength. Being human definitely had some down sides. Time to try using his brain. ‘I’m standing on a pile of rubble, so…’ he looked around. He started stacking some of the smaller bits of rock and brick. He was starting to understand how Buffy had felt when she had been brought back to life. Not quite understanding the world around, everything such an uphill struggle. In his case literally.
He had to look for Buffy but he didn’t know where to go. All he knew was right now he was hungry and tired. He started out along the road, just looking for a place to rest.
A/N ooh two notes in one chapter. For those of you who figured, Spike’s first thoughts are actually taken from the chorus of Funeral Song by The Rasmus. Was trying to figure out how to start the chapter and this song played n I was just like cool
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