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anythingdrabbleTitle: Clashing Beasts
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Buffy, refers also to past Angel/Buffy
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Buffy dreams, when she should be content.
It used to be a rare night indeed when she got actual sleep while it was still dark outside, but with the current number of Slayers and others who're now fighting the good fight, sleep was finally becoming a common for them all. Sometimes, though, she would have preferred not to sleep like tonight.
She stands now in a grove, the moonlight filtering in through the window on her sleeping form cascading fully down upon her in a silver circle in her dream. The surrounding forest seems peaceful enough, but something is amiss. Perhaps her first clue should have been there is no sign of Vampires, blood, or graves. It is peaceful, and life has taught her that peace never lasts for long. When life does finally emerge from the dark forest, however, it is a friend. She senses the peace, dedication, and sheer joy in the other being as he clip-clops up to her. His golden-blonde hooves are stepping over grass. His footsteps should not make a sound, but in Buffy's dream, they do.
He reaches her and is just beginning to nuzzle her hand and lick her fingers -- something sweet seems to be dripping from them, but she cannot tell what the substance is. Sugar? Milk? Something else entirely? Whatever it is, that is not what matters. She knows that the moment the other beast shows up. He tops a hillside that she has not noticed before this moment. The black unicorn raises into the dark sky, his whinny thundering down into the grove as he hooves paw the midnight air.
The golden unicorn turns from her side and snorts, placing himself between her and the black one, whose mane now seems to be flying from his neck, flapping about like... Like the tails of a trench coat, she thinks, twisting and turning with a rising unsteadiness in her sleep. "Willi--" she starts to call to the gold unicorn, her most trusted ally, but her voice is lost in the black one's thundering whinny as it -- he? -- charges.
The golden unicorn cries out in pain. Buffy snaps awake, a scream in her throat. It takes her a moment to adjust to the reality of her surroundings. She has to remind herself that she is safe. All is calm. All is good. Spike's arms are around her; he is safe. She turns in his hold and gazes down at him for a long moment, telling herself again and again that he is all right.
He's not going back to Hell, and he's not going to fall to anyone, including Angel -- or Angelus? Somehow, she seems inclined to think the black beast actually stood for the former.
"Luv -- " Spike murmurs in his sleep.
She strokes his golden-blonde hair, same shade as the unicorn's. Such a strange dream and yet -- She'll have to talk to Dawn later about her fantasy movies, but for now, she just holds the man she loves and watches him sleep. She's done baking. They are safe.
The End
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Buffy, refers also to past Angel/Buffy
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Buffy dreams, when she should be content.
It used to be a rare night indeed when she got actual sleep while it was still dark outside, but with the current number of Slayers and others who're now fighting the good fight, sleep was finally becoming a common for them all. Sometimes, though, she would have preferred not to sleep like tonight.
She stands now in a grove, the moonlight filtering in through the window on her sleeping form cascading fully down upon her in a silver circle in her dream. The surrounding forest seems peaceful enough, but something is amiss. Perhaps her first clue should have been there is no sign of Vampires, blood, or graves. It is peaceful, and life has taught her that peace never lasts for long. When life does finally emerge from the dark forest, however, it is a friend. She senses the peace, dedication, and sheer joy in the other being as he clip-clops up to her. His golden-blonde hooves are stepping over grass. His footsteps should not make a sound, but in Buffy's dream, they do.
He reaches her and is just beginning to nuzzle her hand and lick her fingers -- something sweet seems to be dripping from them, but she cannot tell what the substance is. Sugar? Milk? Something else entirely? Whatever it is, that is not what matters. She knows that the moment the other beast shows up. He tops a hillside that she has not noticed before this moment. The black unicorn raises into the dark sky, his whinny thundering down into the grove as he hooves paw the midnight air.
The golden unicorn turns from her side and snorts, placing himself between her and the black one, whose mane now seems to be flying from his neck, flapping about like... Like the tails of a trench coat, she thinks, twisting and turning with a rising unsteadiness in her sleep. "Willi--" she starts to call to the gold unicorn, her most trusted ally, but her voice is lost in the black one's thundering whinny as it -- he? -- charges.
The golden unicorn cries out in pain. Buffy snaps awake, a scream in her throat. It takes her a moment to adjust to the reality of her surroundings. She has to remind herself that she is safe. All is calm. All is good. Spike's arms are around her; he is safe. She turns in his hold and gazes down at him for a long moment, telling herself again and again that he is all right.
He's not going back to Hell, and he's not going to fall to anyone, including Angel -- or Angelus? Somehow, she seems inclined to think the black beast actually stood for the former.
"Luv -- " Spike murmurs in his sleep.
She strokes his golden-blonde hair, same shade as the unicorn's. Such a strange dream and yet -- She'll have to talk to Dawn later about her fantasy movies, but for now, she just holds the man she loves and watches him sleep. She's done baking. They are safe.
The End
