Title- Belief in Right
By- Kirstee
Description- A story on where Spike went after 'Chosen'. His trials aren't over yet.
A/N- I am taking the Chris thing from 'Charmed' out. It just wouldn't fit, obviously. But everything from Buffy still remains intact. The first couple chapters will most likely be in Spike's point of view but after that I am going to change it.
Burning. Literally I was burning. All I could do was laugh. And during that whole time her three words echoed in my head.
"I love you"
I had never expected those words. I wanted to believe them with all my heart. But I couldn't. I love her, nothing will ever change that. Whether I'm in hell or heaven, or across the bloody universe, it will never change. But now the burning is only emotional, knowing that all I have left of her are my own memories.
White, blinding white fills my vision. Just what I need, as if I wasn't suffering enough. Well I guess hell is the place for me. Eternal damnation and all that other crap.
I try to pry my eye's open just a little. It's a white room. Reminds me of that time I was locked up in the Initiative. Funny, the things you think about after you've sacrificed yourself. But this place doesn't feel like hell. No hot pokers, no emotional hell either. Well, this is a twist.
Someone else is here. A brown robe, a monk maybe? Those guys are always up to something. Now the memory of Dawn fills my mind. My heart aches, but then again it can't because, it doesn't beat.
Whatever it is, they are saying something. I open my eyes more and he pulls back his hood. He's young. Blonde hair, maybe a little taller than myself. I think he is saying my name.
"William?"
That name sounds so foreign to me. William, immediately I think of a young bleedin awful poet. Me, in a way. But now I'm something more. A mix. The boy is continuing to say William. She called me that twice, I remember. Bad associations.
"Spike?"
At that I look up. The name sounds harsh but when she said it, it softened it. Oh bollocks, I'm turning into a bloody sap. He is walking closer.
"Spike can you hear me?" he says almost shouting.
"Yea mate, no need to yell" I manage to rasp out.
"Good, your awake" he says, I see a smile on his lips as my eyes adjust.
"Awake? Aren't I supposed to be dust?" I say.
Another smile.
"Questions will be answered in time, right now lets get you some clothes." He says as he throws a brown robe in my direction.
"Brown isn't really my color, but I guess it'll work for now" I say as I slip it over my shoulders and tie the robe near my waist.
He comes near me. His magic is white, nothing evil taints it. I can feel it.
"What is this place?" I ask him as I look at the airy white that surrounds me.
"And what are you?" I ask as he turns towards me.
"An Elder" he says.
"A what?" I say as I stare.
"Elder" he looks at me. "Clearly you have no idea what I'm talking about"
"Sorry, mate"
He chuckles.
"Sorry not seeing the funny" I say as I stare at him, confused. He laughs even harder. I give an exasperated sigh.
"Sorry" he says as he catches his breath. "Its just you've been around for so long and now you're starting to sound like one of the youth"
"Ha bloody ha" I grumble.
"So I guess you want answers?" The man said.
I nod.
"Last thing I remember was destroying another Sunnydale high school" I say to him.
"Yea, well you did more than the high school" he says to me. I look at him, confused. He waves his hand and I see a huge crater.
"What are you showing me? Asteroids hitting earth?" I say. I expect him to laugh. His face is solemn.
"That's Sunnydale" he says.
My mind goes on overload. That soddin' amulet did this or no, I did. Oh God, the potentials, Buffy, Dawn all of them.
"They got out ok" he said as if reading my mind.
"All of them?" I ask. He shifts from foot to foot.
"All of them?" I ask again a little louder.
"Not all" he says "There are always casualties in war"
Those words. I had said them to Buffy that night. I take a deep breath.
"Who?" I ask
"Some Potentials, Amanda, Caridad, others" he said.
"And?" I ask, I know he wasn't saying all of it.
"The former demon Anya I believe her name was" he says as he looks down.
Bloody hell. I never really thought of her dying. Buffy, Dawn yes. But Anya never. Always seem to be she would always come out on top.
"How?" I manage to ask.
"She died, defending the young boy's life." He says to me.
"Andrew?" I ask. He nods.
"I know you two were in a way close.." he trails off.
"Yea we were friends, she was a funny one" I say as I think about memories of the ex demon.
"Well, do you still want answers?" I nod, he smiles again.
"Follow me" he says.
I really have no other choice, so I do. He leads me to and airier more open space. With more of brown robed figures.
"Elders, I presume?" I say to him, he nods.
"So what does this mean?" I ask him.
"We watched you, that final fight, you showed your soul, and you're full of love and strength, just what we need"
"We?" I ask
"Yes we, all of us here. Our numbers are decreased, after the recent attack" he says as he looks at nothing, a sad expression now on his face.
"What you want me to become one of you guys?" I asked blown away.
"No, not exactly" he said.
"Well then what?" I ask.
"You have died twice, and everyone up here has died at least once, myself included. But they all have shown uncountable strength and emotion, as have you" he says as he looks over the brown robed people.
"Spike, you have died to save the world, which makes you good in our books, better than good in fact. We need you to continue your fight" he says as he looks back at me.
"How?" I ask again.
"We need you to become someone who's mission is to help those in need, through others. We need you to become a white lighter" he says to me with an air of esteem.
"A what-er?"
By- Kirstee
Description- A story on where Spike went after 'Chosen'. His trials aren't over yet.
A/N- I am taking the Chris thing from 'Charmed' out. It just wouldn't fit, obviously. But everything from Buffy still remains intact. The first couple chapters will most likely be in Spike's point of view but after that I am going to change it.
Burning. Literally I was burning. All I could do was laugh. And during that whole time her three words echoed in my head.
"I love you"
I had never expected those words. I wanted to believe them with all my heart. But I couldn't. I love her, nothing will ever change that. Whether I'm in hell or heaven, or across the bloody universe, it will never change. But now the burning is only emotional, knowing that all I have left of her are my own memories.
White, blinding white fills my vision. Just what I need, as if I wasn't suffering enough. Well I guess hell is the place for me. Eternal damnation and all that other crap.
I try to pry my eye's open just a little. It's a white room. Reminds me of that time I was locked up in the Initiative. Funny, the things you think about after you've sacrificed yourself. But this place doesn't feel like hell. No hot pokers, no emotional hell either. Well, this is a twist.
Someone else is here. A brown robe, a monk maybe? Those guys are always up to something. Now the memory of Dawn fills my mind. My heart aches, but then again it can't because, it doesn't beat.
Whatever it is, they are saying something. I open my eyes more and he pulls back his hood. He's young. Blonde hair, maybe a little taller than myself. I think he is saying my name.
"William?"
That name sounds so foreign to me. William, immediately I think of a young bleedin awful poet. Me, in a way. But now I'm something more. A mix. The boy is continuing to say William. She called me that twice, I remember. Bad associations.
"Spike?"
At that I look up. The name sounds harsh but when she said it, it softened it. Oh bollocks, I'm turning into a bloody sap. He is walking closer.
"Spike can you hear me?" he says almost shouting.
"Yea mate, no need to yell" I manage to rasp out.
"Good, your awake" he says, I see a smile on his lips as my eyes adjust.
"Awake? Aren't I supposed to be dust?" I say.
Another smile.
"Questions will be answered in time, right now lets get you some clothes." He says as he throws a brown robe in my direction.
"Brown isn't really my color, but I guess it'll work for now" I say as I slip it over my shoulders and tie the robe near my waist.
He comes near me. His magic is white, nothing evil taints it. I can feel it.
"What is this place?" I ask him as I look at the airy white that surrounds me.
"And what are you?" I ask as he turns towards me.
"An Elder" he says.
"A what?" I say as I stare.
"Elder" he looks at me. "Clearly you have no idea what I'm talking about"
"Sorry, mate"
He chuckles.
"Sorry not seeing the funny" I say as I stare at him, confused. He laughs even harder. I give an exasperated sigh.
"Sorry" he says as he catches his breath. "Its just you've been around for so long and now you're starting to sound like one of the youth"
"Ha bloody ha" I grumble.
"So I guess you want answers?" The man said.
I nod.
"Last thing I remember was destroying another Sunnydale high school" I say to him.
"Yea, well you did more than the high school" he says to me. I look at him, confused. He waves his hand and I see a huge crater.
"What are you showing me? Asteroids hitting earth?" I say. I expect him to laugh. His face is solemn.
"That's Sunnydale" he says.
My mind goes on overload. That soddin' amulet did this or no, I did. Oh God, the potentials, Buffy, Dawn all of them.
"They got out ok" he said as if reading my mind.
"All of them?" I ask. He shifts from foot to foot.
"All of them?" I ask again a little louder.
"Not all" he says "There are always casualties in war"
Those words. I had said them to Buffy that night. I take a deep breath.
"Who?" I ask
"Some Potentials, Amanda, Caridad, others" he said.
"And?" I ask, I know he wasn't saying all of it.
"The former demon Anya I believe her name was" he says as he looks down.
Bloody hell. I never really thought of her dying. Buffy, Dawn yes. But Anya never. Always seem to be she would always come out on top.
"How?" I manage to ask.
"She died, defending the young boy's life." He says to me.
"Andrew?" I ask. He nods.
"I know you two were in a way close.." he trails off.
"Yea we were friends, she was a funny one" I say as I think about memories of the ex demon.
"Well, do you still want answers?" I nod, he smiles again.
"Follow me" he says.
I really have no other choice, so I do. He leads me to and airier more open space. With more of brown robed figures.
"Elders, I presume?" I say to him, he nods.
"So what does this mean?" I ask him.
"We watched you, that final fight, you showed your soul, and you're full of love and strength, just what we need"
"We?" I ask
"Yes we, all of us here. Our numbers are decreased, after the recent attack" he says as he looks at nothing, a sad expression now on his face.
"What you want me to become one of you guys?" I asked blown away.
"No, not exactly" he said.
"Well then what?" I ask.
"You have died twice, and everyone up here has died at least once, myself included. But they all have shown uncountable strength and emotion, as have you" he says as he looks over the brown robed people.
"Spike, you have died to save the world, which makes you good in our books, better than good in fact. We need you to continue your fight" he says as he looks back at me.
"How?" I ask again.
"We need you to become someone who's mission is to help those in need, through others. We need you to become a white lighter" he says to me with an air of esteem.
"A what-er?"