Title: Heaven and Hell
Part: 5
Author: Micki
Shipper: Spike/Other
Spoilers: Season 4 alternative, there will obviously be season 4 spoilers, if you havent seen it and dont wanna know don't read this fiction
Disclaimer: All the characters are the property of the WB, UPN, FOX, Mutant Enemy and lord GOD Joss. Please direct praise for pervious character development to them.
Dedication: To Andrea, Karen, Joe, Stephanie, and Paula for giving me the courage to write this to Angel S, Mistress Vamp, Josephina, Michelle G, and Emma for the great feedback. Thank you thank you.
Special Notes: '<>' Designates thoughts
~~ designates dreams and/or memories
[Heaven and Hell V]
Jade awoke from her peaceful afternoon nap with the sound of the telephone ringing. “Hello,” she answered sleepily into the phone. “Jade. Hi it’s Violet. I’m sorry to wake you. I just wanted to let you know that I have a lot of work to do tonight in the library so I won’t be back at the dorm until late tonight. I didn’t want you to worry.” “Don’t worry about waking me up. It’s ok. I really have to get ready for my next class anyway. Thanks for calling, sweetie. You know me too well. I definitely would have been worried. Good luck getting all your work done, and I’ll see you later tonight. Bye,” Jade said. “Bye.”
Jade climbed out of bed and suddenly had the weirdest feeling that she was supposed to remember something from her nap before she had been woken up, but now she could not remember. The nap had been what she needed. Her nights were usually filled with dreams that caused her sleep to be restless. She shrugged off the feeling and went to her English literature class.
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Jade sat down in her class. She absolutely adored this class, but this month was going to be even better. They were discussing English poetry, and Jade had always loved poetry. There was just something about it that was truly beautiful. Romantic poetry was her favorite. She was a hopeless romantic at heart and the beautiful words written on paper always brought her to tears.
Class began and Jade’s mind quickly began to wander. She was not bored; quite the opposite in fact. Jade just started to write down in her notebook the first thing that came to her mind. Lines that were not her own, but familiar just flowed from her as if she knew every word by heart. Jade didn’t even stop to think about what she was writing; she just continued to write.
When class ended Jade looked down at what she had written, and began to read. It was not her own composition that she knew, but she couldn’t remember having ever read the poem before. It did seem familiar, like she knew it once, but forgot it. She just didn’t know how she knew the poem. < Was this what I was supposed to remember from my nap? > Jade noticed three things about the poem that had sprung into her mind so suddenly. The first was that it was unfinished, yet she could not remember there being anything more to the poem. It was as though the poet just stopped. The second thing was that it was obviously a romantic poem written about a young woman. There were many references to a beautiful woman with brown hair and brown eyes, whom the poet was obviously infatuated with. The poet wrote of her graces and her charms, and how he became nervous whenever she was about. The last thing she noticed was how awful the poem really was. <The wording is horrible, but the emotions are there. The poet didn’t have the words, but he had the heart. > Jade put the poem in her binder and headed out of class.
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Buffy was running back to her dorm. She was running late. < Giles is going to kill me if I’m late for training again. > With that thought Buffy began to run faster. She quickly looked to the side while running to check out a hot guy when she crashed into someone. Papers flew out of the young girl’s binder and Buffy bent down to help the girl pick up the papers. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you,” Buffy said. Buffy suddenly got the oddest feeling from the girl. It was like her spider sense, but slightly different. Buffy looked at girl for a moment as she picking up the papers. The girl was medium build with black hair and striking green eyes. “That’s OK. Thanks for helping me pick up my papers. I’m sorry to be so rude, but I’ve got to run,” the young girl said as she hurried off.
As the girl left so did the odd feeling. Buffy was confused, but shrugged and looked down on the ground. The girl had forgotten a piece of paper. Buffy picked it up and put it in her pocket. She would tell Giles about the odd feeling later. < Giles! Shit, I’m late. > The odd feeling forgotten, Buffy sprinted to her dorm in order to get ready to train.
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