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Just to prove that I am still working on my Williamverse series. A snippet from the next chapter of:
The baby was wrapped in a thick blanket that Gunn had pulled from his seemingly bottomless backpack. William was seriously considering asking him if he’d planned out food as well.
Buffy led the way through the darkness, William behind her clasping her hand tightly. The others moved as silently as they could behind them. Druscilla bringing up the rear. Guarding their backs.
He could hear Darla murmuring quietly to the baby held tightly to her chest. He knew that she’d planned on dying, on dusting herself to save the baby she held so carefully against her.
He knew without a doubt that Buffy and Gunn had probably nodded at her plans and then worked around them. Both intent, for their own reasons, on keeping the vampiress alive.
“Almost there,” Buffy’s voice was low and William strained to hear it. He heard Dru make a soft noise from the rear and figured that the comment hadn’t been for him.
He squeezed her hand before releasing it; reaching out with one hand to steady Xander as he stumbled behind him, cursing softly. He was hushed by Faith who was hobbling along with no assistance. They were a ragtag group and there was no way that they were letting Buffy out of their sight.
He briefly wondered if he should call Giles and Dawn and warn them to pull out the extra blankets and make up some beds because it looked as if they were to have company soon.
They’d have to rent a car, there was no way that they’d all fit into Dru’s. Unless there was some illegal sitting or someone was stuffed into a trunk.
The light surprised him. When Buffy had ‘almost there’ she really meant almost there.
She touched the door softly, a glance behind where everyone was gathered before she pulled the stake from the band of her pants. Dru shouldered her way through to stand on her other side, effectively moving William out of the line of danger and placing the two vampiress’ directly in it.
He tried to grab her arm, he and either Riley or Gunn should be there. With the light leaking through the door both of them could be dust before they leapt out of the way.
He hated that they were both intent on protecting him when Darla was cradling a defenseless infant to her.
With a nod to Dru Buffy opened the door quickly, when no one appeared to challenge them, to try and tear Buffy and Darla from them an audible sigh of relief went through the whole group. Including those who didn’t need it.
The light it seemed was artificial, the tunnel leading into some sort of underground parking garage.
“Riley,” Buffy waved the young man through, digging in her pocket for keys that she tossed to the male as he passed. He caught them one handed, a stake held in the other.
“We’re not all going to fit in my car,” Dru commented silently.
“We’ve got our own method of transport,” Buffy said absently, Will could tell that she was straining to hear something, not really paying attention to them as she waited.
The sound of a vehicle starting caused a grin to appear and a hand motion that he didn’t understand but that had Gunn, Darla and Faith moving quickly to follow her out the door.
Xander shrugged and followed, William and Dru hesitated, exchanging a look before following after them.
They were the last ones there, clambering into the back of the van that Riley probably already had in gear as he waited impatiently for someone to close the door.
Buffy was in shotgun, a map in her hands.
“So where are we going now?” William leaned between the seats, trying to peer at the map to determine their destination.
“I thought you wanted to head back to Sunnydale luv,” Buffy shoved a pair of sunglasses on her face even though she didn’t need them in the garage.
“You’re coming back to Sunnydale?” he asked in surprise.
“I thought that was the whole reason that you came here to fetch me,” she stared at him, her eyes hidden behind the dark lenses so he couldn’t tell what she was thinking or feeling or really anything that would help him determine if she was going back out of her own free will or because it was what he wanted. “You wanted to bring me back to the Hellmouth.”
“Well yeah,” he rubbed at his head. “I just never thought you’d actually voluntarily do it, I thought for sure that we were going to have to lock you in the trunk or something.”
“Yeah well... missed the bit you know,” she shrugged. She touched his cheek lightly, ignoring the curious eyes watching, ignoring the fact that Dru was watching, she smirked at him. “Among other things.”
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Just to prove that I am still working on my Williamverse series. A snippet from the next chapter of:
The baby was wrapped in a thick blanket that Gunn had pulled from his seemingly bottomless backpack. William was seriously considering asking him if he’d planned out food as well.
Buffy led the way through the darkness, William behind her clasping her hand tightly. The others moved as silently as they could behind them. Druscilla bringing up the rear. Guarding their backs.
He could hear Darla murmuring quietly to the baby held tightly to her chest. He knew that she’d planned on dying, on dusting herself to save the baby she held so carefully against her.
He knew without a doubt that Buffy and Gunn had probably nodded at her plans and then worked around them. Both intent, for their own reasons, on keeping the vampiress alive.
“Almost there,” Buffy’s voice was low and William strained to hear it. He heard Dru make a soft noise from the rear and figured that the comment hadn’t been for him.
He squeezed her hand before releasing it; reaching out with one hand to steady Xander as he stumbled behind him, cursing softly. He was hushed by Faith who was hobbling along with no assistance. They were a ragtag group and there was no way that they were letting Buffy out of their sight.
He briefly wondered if he should call Giles and Dawn and warn them to pull out the extra blankets and make up some beds because it looked as if they were to have company soon.
They’d have to rent a car, there was no way that they’d all fit into Dru’s. Unless there was some illegal sitting or someone was stuffed into a trunk.
The light surprised him. When Buffy had ‘almost there’ she really meant almost there.
She touched the door softly, a glance behind where everyone was gathered before she pulled the stake from the band of her pants. Dru shouldered her way through to stand on her other side, effectively moving William out of the line of danger and placing the two vampiress’ directly in it.
He tried to grab her arm, he and either Riley or Gunn should be there. With the light leaking through the door both of them could be dust before they leapt out of the way.
He hated that they were both intent on protecting him when Darla was cradling a defenseless infant to her.
With a nod to Dru Buffy opened the door quickly, when no one appeared to challenge them, to try and tear Buffy and Darla from them an audible sigh of relief went through the whole group. Including those who didn’t need it.
The light it seemed was artificial, the tunnel leading into some sort of underground parking garage.
“Riley,” Buffy waved the young man through, digging in her pocket for keys that she tossed to the male as he passed. He caught them one handed, a stake held in the other.
“We’re not all going to fit in my car,” Dru commented silently.
“We’ve got our own method of transport,” Buffy said absently, Will could tell that she was straining to hear something, not really paying attention to them as she waited.
The sound of a vehicle starting caused a grin to appear and a hand motion that he didn’t understand but that had Gunn, Darla and Faith moving quickly to follow her out the door.
Xander shrugged and followed, William and Dru hesitated, exchanging a look before following after them.
They were the last ones there, clambering into the back of the van that Riley probably already had in gear as he waited impatiently for someone to close the door.
Buffy was in shotgun, a map in her hands.
“So where are we going now?” William leaned between the seats, trying to peer at the map to determine their destination.
“I thought you wanted to head back to Sunnydale luv,” Buffy shoved a pair of sunglasses on her face even though she didn’t need them in the garage.
“You’re coming back to Sunnydale?” he asked in surprise.
“I thought that was the whole reason that you came here to fetch me,” she stared at him, her eyes hidden behind the dark lenses so he couldn’t tell what she was thinking or feeling or really anything that would help him determine if she was going back out of her own free will or because it was what he wanted. “You wanted to bring me back to the Hellmouth.”
“Well yeah,” he rubbed at his head. “I just never thought you’d actually voluntarily do it, I thought for sure that we were going to have to lock you in the trunk or something.”
“Yeah well... missed the bit you know,” she shrugged. She touched his cheek lightly, ignoring the curious eyes watching, ignoring the fact that Dru was watching, she smirked at him. “Among other things.”