Through Time to Me: Chp 4

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Here is the final chp of my story. I do hope you have enjoyed this Tudor romp.

Title: Through Time to Me Chp 4: In forty minutes
Author: lilachigh
Disclaimer: Characters belong to ME
Rating: NC17


Summary: Buffy and Spike have been called back across time to Tudor England to save Queen Elizabeth I from a vampire attack on the Eve of All Hallows. With a child Slayer to help, an absentminded Watcher and a dubious Council, things aren’t too easy.




Chp 4 In forty minutes



Along a narrow passageway, hung with heavy tapestries, Will strode with Buffy at his heels. She didn’t have to turn to sense Spike at her back: she knew he’d never let anyone or any thing get close to her.

Suddenly the Watcher stopped, pulled aside one of the tapestries and gestured to a small door set in the wall. “Here are stairs that lead to another door. That is an entrance into the Queen’s bedroom. It will be empty as Her Majesty is receiving guests. But we are sure that is where the attack will take place later tonight. They dare not let loose the vampires in a crowded area. Too much could go wrong. That is where you must fight. Now I must leave you. Go with God.”

Buffy and Spike bent double, eased their way through the low doorway and felt their way up a tiny spiral staircase. In the pitch dark the walls were so close they rubbed hard against their bodies and Spike had to turn sideways on the tight bends to get round.

At the top of the stairs, Buffy found a flat wooden panel. She ran her hands over it then, “There’s no handle,” she hissed back at Spike.

“Let me try,” and he reached around her. Even in the dark she could see the flash of his smile as his body squashed hers against the cold stone wall. Then his hands were pushing and the whole panel slid silently to one side. Buffy stepped through and realised she was in a space where a heavy curtain hung against the wall.

Spike stepped through at her side. There was a little more light here. She reached up to find the opening in the curtain when suddenly she heard a voice, muffled by the drapes, but still clear enough to hear.

“Whoever is there, show yourself!”
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Through Time to Me: Chp 3

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Title: Through Time to Me: Chp 3 All the World’s a Stage
Author: lilachigh
Disclaimer: Characters belong to ME
Rating: NC17
Prompt: Autumn or Around the World

Summary: Buffy and Spike have been called back across time to Tudor England to protect Queen Elizabeth I from a vampire attack on the Eve of All Hallows.

Chp 3 All the World’s a Stage



The next day was wet and overcast. Spike, naked to the waist, peered out of the tiny paned bedroom window and grinned at the gloomy weather. “England, pet,” he announced with more than a hint of pleasure in his voice. “Lovely wet, windy Autumn day. And no sun so gloomy. God, I’d forgotten that I could walk in the streets on a winter’s day here. And today’s going to be just as dark by this afternoon.”

Buffy was trying to untangle her hair with her fingers. She picked up the remains of her linen drawers and gazed at them ruefully. He’d done it again! Another set of underwear ruined, even if they were Tudor ones. And there was no way she could ask Will for a second pair.

She pulled on the green stockings and breeches, wincing a little when they rubbed at sore places on parts of her anatomy that had been under constant siege all night. God, had they slept at all? She could remember dozing off once after a particularly vigorous bout, only to be wakened by a cold insistent tongue doing things between her legs that even now made her tremble and long and –

This was insanity. Even here, back in time, about to try and save a Queen’s life, the only real feelings she had were for Spike. And yes it was lust, for the sex and for his body, but it was also something more. She looked at him now, peering out of the window like some excited schoolboy, giving her a running commentary about what was going on in the street, so pleased that it was wet and dull and he could go outside.

She – she liked him! Trusted him? Jeez, no way. But of all the people she’d ever known, she enjoyed being in his company. It was as if together they made a complete circle and without the other they were incomplete.

Buffy shook her head and fastened the doublet. All this thinking was giving her a headache. She had to concentrate on the job in hand, then find a way of getting home, back to Dawn and her dreary life in Sunnydale.

Dreary! She stopped in the middle of buckling her shoes. Was her life really so dreary since Willow had brought her back? Only when you’re not with Spike, came a whisper in her head and that frightened her in a way no vampire could ever do.
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Through Time to Me: Chp 2

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Title: Through Time to Me
Author: lilachigh

Chp 2: By Royal Appointment

Summary: SeasonSix. Buffy and Spike have been called back across time to Tudor England.


Through Time to Me
Chapter 2 By Royal Appointment

“OK, Will, tell us why you need me here now,” Buffy said. She’d sipped some of the beer and almost spat it out, it was so revolting. She couldn’t imagine why Spike was enjoying it so much.

“Tomorrow is the Eve of All Hallows. The one night of the year when the dead rise up in search of a new body to inhabit.”

“You won’t get much vampire action then,” Spike put in. “We tend to take the night off. Everywhere’s so crowded with ghosts and ghouls.”

The Watcher bent his head in agreement, but stiffly, as if it hurt him to agree with one of the hated tribe. “That is so. But this year, the Council has information, portents, knowledge, of an attack that will be made.” He took a deep breath. “The attack will be against her most gracious Majesty, Our Queen Elizabeth, God Bless her.”

Buffy frowned. “But surely, that’s not something a Slayer can help you with. That’s well, politics. And hey, republican here. We don’t get involved in that sort of thing. You must have soldiers, spies, policemen.”

“Not for a couple of hundred years, pet,” Spike put in dryly. “But I must admit, Will, can’t see why you had to call Buffy back to look after Good Queen Bess.”

The Watcher strode round the room, running ink-stained fingers through his dark hair. “Because although the attack is being organised by humans, we believe they are gathering an army of vampires to do the blood letting. We would all willingly lay down our lives for our Queen, but we know we are no match for vampires. It is whispered that they are trying to turn our Queen. To make her a vampire!”

“Wow. In fact, double wow,” Buffy said.
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Through Time to Me: Chp 1

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Author: lilachigh How exciting! My day for posting at last.

This is a Season Six story that started off with the very last line of the final chp and I had to work backwards!

Do hope you enjoy it. There are 4 chpts.


Chp One: A Mere Child.



The Watcher smashed his fist down on the table, sending ink splashing from the inkwell to spatter over the parchments laid out in front of him. “How could this happen?” he roared at the Council member standing in front of him. “She is a mere child! No more than what, eleven years? How can she be the new Slayer?”

Young Lord Travers fingered the elaborate gold embroidery on the sleeve of his plum coloured velvet jacket. He fastidiously flicked away a piece of fluff – or worse – that had settled there. Really, this man should be able to keep his rooms cleaner than this. He wasn’t poor. He made a good living and was paid a small but regular income from the Council.

He sighed. “There is no point in losing your temper. We have no control over who is Chosen, as you know very well. It is just unfortunate that your last Slayer – ”

“Helena!” His voice was suddenly hoarse with pain. She’d been his Slayer for two years and he still blamed himself for her death. She hadn’t even been slain by a vampire, but had caught a chill because he’d insisted she waited out on the marshes south of the river at Vauxhall to catch a covey of demons. The chill had turned to a bloody cough and then she was gone.

He hadn‘t expected to be given another Slayer. There were plenty of Watchers in the Council; one of them would surely get the next girl to train. He hadn’t believed it when Lord Travers arrived with the bewildered child in tow.

She was downstairs now, being given some food by his cook. Her name was Maria; a thin, grubby urchin with big eyes and a ravenous appetite. God knows how the Council had found her, but there she was, the new Slayer. All she knew was that suddenly she‘d become stronger than the other street beggars she ran with, that something had attacked her in a dark runnel and she’d turned with a piece of wood in her hand and – well, that wouldn’t the last time she did that!

Lord Travers moved restlessly towards the door as all over London, bells began to chime the hour. “I have an appointment at Westminster. Do your best. Don’t forget – there’s every chance that this All Hallow’s Eve will bring us to the very edge of chaos. She must be ready.”

The Watcher waited in silence until the tall, elegantly dressed courtier had left. Ready by October 31st! He’d be lucky to have her ready in a year’s time, let alone one day!

He was so busy, working every hour the good Lord sent him. And now this.
He stood up and crossed to the window, gazing down on the busy, bustling London street. It wasn’t hard for him to imagine the demons and vampires that fed off the humanity who crowded into London every day. London, where footpads and cutpurses were the least of your worries when you walked alone after dark.

And one small Slayer was going to make a difference? All Hallow’s Eve was usually vampire free, but there had been portents and warnings galore this year. Any Watcher worth his salt would have realised that the vampires and demons were not going to stay quiet: they were set to make an all out attack with just one end in mind, bringing the country to its knees.
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