First things first, the Legal part.
This story is not authorized by Lakeshore Entertainment or Screen Gems Productions. Underworld and its characters, and trademarks are the property of Lakeshore Entertainment, and/or Screen Gems Productions. The author is not affiliated in any way with the aforementioned entities. This story is solely intended as an entertaining resource. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
This story is not authorized by Fox. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and its characters, and trademarks are the property of Twentieth Century Fox, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and/or the United Paramount Network. The author is not affiliated in any way with the aforementioned entities. This story is solely intended as an entertaining resource. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
This story is not authorized by Whitewolf. The World Of Darkness and other trademarks are the property of Whitewolf. The author is not affiliated in any way with the aforementioned entity. This story is solely intended as an entertaining resource. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
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Notes:
This is just for those who are interested in why I'm writing this (If your not just skip this part).
I saw Underworld a few months ago and now that Buffy is over and Spike has returned as a regular on Angel (Thank you God!) I've desperately been trying to find a way to bring the two together. They don't mesh together very well unfortunately mostly do to the fact that Len Wiseman when writing it focused more on science than mysticism, and unfortunately Buffy is the opposite. In Underworld if it's something incredible it has to have scientific basis. Buffy on the other hand more often than not simple says "Your on a Hellmouth, stuff like this happens."
In Underworld vampires have reflections, don't need invites, aren't affected by crosses or holy water, (I'm going to assume the stake thing is universal). In Buffy all these things do apply. I could have changed the physics of one universe to fit the other, or changed both. However I wanted my story to mesh with the stories of both the show and the film as much as possible, so I tried to avoid change where I could.
Instead I'm using the World of Darkness, specifically Vampire the Masquerade, to explain why they are so different. It is mentioned in the books that there may be vampire clans besides the known 13 so I decided to create two new clans.
The Aurelians, who are Spike's, Angel's and pretty much every Vampire in the Buffyverse's clan (With the exception of Dracula). I got the idea after hearing the master's posse was called the order of Aurelius. So basically you assume that Aurelius was the founder of the most numerous vampire clan in the world.
The name for the clan in Underworld is still not decided, feel free to send me suggestions, I'll give you credit.
There will not be that much WOD influence in this story, it's only there because it works to explain inconsistencies.
I think that I've successfully managed to sort out any problems that might arise in the story do to inconsistencies but I'm far from infallible. If I make any mistakes please email me so I can correct them. I recognize that the time frame I'm working in is extremely delicate so please help me make it fit.
Update notes 04/29/04:
Thanks to Bairck for correcting a spelling error, the clan founder is Aurelius, not Aurrallius.
Update notes 05/10/04:
Major Rewrite of chapter 1. After seeing episode 108 of Angel "The Girl In Question" I realized that this story would actually fit better after that episode, especially since due to all the spoilers I've read there is going to be a fairly large gap in episode 109. Spike's grieving over the loss of Buffy and Fred already, and yet another girl who got away shows up.
My apologies for changing the timeline but it really just makes more sense this way, and the ending will be that much better I think.
One more thing, I'm still listening for a good name to call the Vampire clan in Underworld. Chapter 3 is probably going to mention it so I need something to put in there.
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Fool For Her
Chapter 1
London
London
2004 A.D.
"It's been too long." Spike thought. After his and Angel's personal/business trip to Italy, Angel decided it was time to take a break, recover from things as it were. Seeing Buffy again had been hard enough, but the fact that she was with "The Immortal" was just, wrong…!
Even though neither of them had actually spoken to her while they were there they had both been unnerved at being that close to her. To their dismay however, she had moved on long ago. Adding that to the open wound that was Fred's death and everyone really needed a vacation by now. Although Spike was about the only one taking one. Wesley was to busy taking care of Illeriya to take a few days off. Gunn was still "repenting" for what he did to Fred and felt he didn't deserve to have any rest. Lorn enjoyed his job too much to take a vacation; the bugger stopped sleeping at one point just so he could work more!
And as for Angel, well vacationing was about the same as a normal off day for him. Just himself, the expensive designer threads, and a bloody dark corner to brood in. Spike however was not going to waste company vacation time when it was given. The first notice he got he chartered a private Wolfram and Hart Jet straight to London where he proceeded to his favorite demon pub, "Gehena Now!", and lost himself in a glass of hard liquor.
Spike supposed he could have just as easily gone to a demon bar in LA, but he really needed this. It had been ages since he'd been in the motherland and he desperately needed something familiar to hold on to at the moment. He needed to be around other Brits……who weren't former watchers. Besides, there were certain perks in European demon pubs that most demon bars in the States wouldn't allow.
"YOU BLOODY BASTARD!!!" Spike heard a man scream from one of the tables behind him. He turned to see two large blue demons engaged in a brawl. Only about three blows were exchanged before all hell (No pun intended) broke loose.
Unlike most demon bars in the States, European pubs typically didn't have anti aggression spells. Half the fun of being in a bar was the bar fighting Spike thought. And tonight was a good night, this latest brawl made three tonight.
Spike eagerly hopped off the stool leaving his drink for the moment and got ready. By now everyone in the pub was either ducking for cover or engaged in a fight. No one but the two blue demons even knew what the argument was about, but it gave everyone an excuse to vent their frustrations. Or in Spike's case, to have some fun!
A stupid five foot four green demon charged him. One punch was all Spike needed to send the ponce flying across the room. That was all it took though to make Spike a higher target. A larger half rock demon charged him then. Spike casually exchanged fisticuffs with the seven foot monster before kicking him into the wall.
Two dark skinned tentacled demons, probably brothers, attacked him together. He made quick work of them by kicking one in the gut and punching the other in its soft face. A devilish grin played on his face the whole time he did this. "NOW THIS IS A VACATION!!!" He thought excitedly. Spike lived for stuff like this. Suddenly a large heavy battle axe was swung at him and Spike found himself on a table with the blade pressing into his neck, he had caught it not a second too late. An orange furry demoness was the wielder, Spike was about to throw her off when a brown insect like one did it for him and tossed her across the room. Spike sat up and smiled at the demon.
"Thanks mate!" Spike said,
"Any time," The demon spoke with its pincers. "Let's go!" He Swung.
Spike dodged the punch and tackled the demon to the floor, making quick work of him. This orgy lasted for a good thirty minutes before, finally, everyone calmed down and the fight stopped. Spike, like everyone else, knew that this was just a pause so that they could recover for the next senseless argument that would occur.
Life was good. Not really……Life was bloody unbearable, but the night was proving standible.
The Powers That Be had really screwed him over of late. The whole being an incorporeal vampire ghost was bad enough, but then Fred died. He had really liked her. He had liked her when he had first seen her. He didn't like her in the sense that he was interested in getting involved. But he liked her. She reminded him of Willow, only without the craziness and weirdness. Fred was just....well….sweet.
He was sure the others were taking it harder, but Spike was grieving as well. She was a nice girl, and she sure as hell didn't deserve what had happened to her.
Then, somehow Buffy had gotten involved with "The Immortal". Spike groaned. That damn pansy had done more to hurt his pride than Angel or Buffy ever had. And now he had waltz in like prince charming and taken the love of his unlife. Bloody bastard!
With that thought spike downed another shot of hard liquor. "Bought time for another ring around." Spike thought, hoping some demon would start something, anything. It proved rather quiet after the last fight however and Spike was beginning to think about leaving.
"Just gotta find myself a bird first." Spike thought sheepishly. Sure he loved Buffy, but if she was shagging the immortal there was hardly any reason he couldn't enjoy a one nighter. And as he understood it, she had been involved with the ponce long before his resurrection so she obviously hadn't put forth much effort in honoring his memory.
"Besides," He reasoned, "I've gotta keep up my devilish charm." Spike grinned and began scanning the pub for a decent treat. He didn't expect to find anyone, after all Gehenna usually attracted the more ruggish demon types of London. Most Vampires weren't old or strong enough to hang around without getting dusted, so he doubted to find any lookers around. He'd probably have to go to a mortal pub to pick up a treat that was halfway decent. Spike made one more overview and caught something in his Vampiric vision. "Then again…." He thought as he caught a vision sitting across him on his right side at the end of the pub drinking some shots of whiskey like he was.
"How the bleeding hell did I miss her!" Spike thought as he stared in awe of the vampire beauty. It took A LOT to get the stare that Spike was giving her.
Ever since the seventies Spike had always gone with the Goth punk look, but to be totally honest he had never really preferred women with it. But for this girl, he'd make an exception. She had a short mane of messy, but strangely attractive, black hair. Even if her hair wasn't very flattering to her everything else certainly was!
In contrast to her jet black hair her skin, with the exception of her soft supple pink lips, was alabaster pale. In many ways she looked like an oversized china doll. Her body was slim, but trim and athletic. The getup she wore was like something out of a dominatrix film. Tight leather corset, tight leather trousers and of course knee high black leather boots. And to top it all off she wore a long black leather frock coat.
If anything could be centered out about her that made her so beautiful though it had to be her eyes. Dark and full of depth, their curved shape was such and addition to her face it almost made Spike drool. Without her eyes she would have been very cute. But it was because of them that she was positively hot!
Spike tried to make use of his honed senses to smell her from where he sat, and he realized he could. But it was different from his own vampire sent. Spike was old enough and educated enough in vampire lore to understand what it meant. Contrary to what most slayers were taught there was more than one vampire type.
The Aurelian line, of which Spike and Angel were a part of, however was the only real line that could be considered truly evil, that and the fact that it was the most numerous line made it the ideal vampire type of study. Plus they were the only one's who felt a distinct draw towards the Hellmouth.
She obviously wasn't a part of Aurelius' line. Perhaps the Brujah line, she did have the goth punk look. Although with her dark good looks she could have been Toreador. Perhaps the paleness of her skin was hinting at Lasombra? Then again perhaps it was an entirely different line, they were showing up a great deal lately.
One way or another Spike was quite sure that he could show the girl what she wanted. If she was Toreador he'd play off his cherubic face. If she was Brujah he'd show her how a real blood hunt went down. Either way he intended to take this dark beauty home with him.
Spike stood up and strolled over to her seat with his trademark strut. As he sat down the girl looked up at him and Spike watched with fascination as her eyes faded from chestnut brown, to icy blue. She bared her fangs and made it clear she was not interested with a growl. Spike smiled and said,
"Wow, that's a scary look you got there luv. But you know what," Spike felt his brow furrow into its demonic shape. He felt his eyebrows disappear making his scar more prominent as his game face took over. Feeling his fangs elongate and his eyes shift to yellow he continued, "I've got a scarier one." The girl was taken aback, but quickly recovered and bared her fangs again.
"You're an Aurelian!" She spat at him. Spike smiled, still in game face,
"Ah come on now bird, were all decent vampires here." The girl growled at him again.
"Your kind are an abomination to all vampires. Ever feeding, never satisfied with blood that isn't fresh. You don't even have souls!" Spike laughed, which threw her off slightly. The girl continued to glare at him. "What's so funny?" Spike answered her,
"I suggest you look a little closer luv, you might find something interesting." The girl wasn't convinced but saw no reason not to check. She looked into his eyes closely, checking, analyzing. After about half a minute she recognized what he was talking about. It was there! The spark! Her eyes shifted back to chestnut brown.
"That's impossible, your kind don't have souls…unless," there was a pause. "Are you…?" another pause. Spike smiled, so she had heard of him, he stayed in game face to heighten the tension. The girl looked at his face and whispered,
"Angelus?" Spike's eyes burned with hatred!
"Bloody Hell woman, do I look like a bleeding git who sits in a dark corner feeling sorry for himself all day!?!" The girl stayed calm in his outburst.
"Forgive me but I know of only one Aurelian with a soul." Spike scoffed.
"Bloody Hell. I swear, who dies saving the world? Me! Who seals the doorway to hell and destroys an army of Uber Vamps? Me! But who gets all the fame and fortune? Brooding, Boring, tall and dark Angel that's who! Meanwhile Big Bad Spike winds up with the leftovers." The girl visibly hesitated, but finally smiled. Spike liked it and forgot he was still in game face. The girl drank another shot and said,
"What kind of a name is Spike, your parents obviously didn't miss the sixties?" A joke even, Spike was starting to like this. Although he realized it was also a disguised way of asking how old he was as a vampire.
"For your information I was made in 1880, so I'm probably your senior, and I wasn't always called Spike." The girl suddenly had a look of shock on her face and looked at him closely, smelling him carefully.
"It can't be!" She thought, silently sniffing him. Suddenly her eyes lit up and her mouth dropped. She whispered disbelievingly,
"William?" Spike smiled still staying in game face. Usually he didn't tolerate the use of his mortal name, but he could allow it just once.
"So you have heard of me luv. Heard about my run-ins with the Slayers? How about Skrymir--" The girl cut him off abruptly.
"William it's me, Selene……don't your recognize me?" Spike quickly shut his trap. He stared closely. Her hair was the right color, although it was shorter. Her skin was paler than humanly possible so that didn't help, the biggest stretch was the outfit, although spike had to admit long leather coats weren't really his style in the 1800's either. The lips and nose were the same, but it was again the eyes that settled it. He had looked before, but now that their normal color was back he could see through her. It was her, she was here!
Spike felt his face return to normal. His Cherubic features came back quickly.
They stared at each other for a few moments without saying anything. Spike finally broke the silence.
"Bugger." Was all he could think of to say.
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This story is not authorized by Lakeshore Entertainment or Screen Gems Productions. Underworld and its characters, and trademarks are the property of Lakeshore Entertainment, and/or Screen Gems Productions. The author is not affiliated in any way with the aforementioned entities. This story is solely intended as an entertaining resource. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
This story is not authorized by Fox. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and its characters, and trademarks are the property of Twentieth Century Fox, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and/or the United Paramount Network. The author is not affiliated in any way with the aforementioned entities. This story is solely intended as an entertaining resource. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
This story is not authorized by Whitewolf. The World Of Darkness and other trademarks are the property of Whitewolf. The author is not affiliated in any way with the aforementioned entity. This story is solely intended as an entertaining resource. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
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Notes:
This is just for those who are interested in why I'm writing this (If your not just skip this part).
I saw Underworld a few months ago and now that Buffy is over and Spike has returned as a regular on Angel (Thank you God!) I've desperately been trying to find a way to bring the two together. They don't mesh together very well unfortunately mostly do to the fact that Len Wiseman when writing it focused more on science than mysticism, and unfortunately Buffy is the opposite. In Underworld if it's something incredible it has to have scientific basis. Buffy on the other hand more often than not simple says "Your on a Hellmouth, stuff like this happens."
In Underworld vampires have reflections, don't need invites, aren't affected by crosses or holy water, (I'm going to assume the stake thing is universal). In Buffy all these things do apply. I could have changed the physics of one universe to fit the other, or changed both. However I wanted my story to mesh with the stories of both the show and the film as much as possible, so I tried to avoid change where I could.
Instead I'm using the World of Darkness, specifically Vampire the Masquerade, to explain why they are so different. It is mentioned in the books that there may be vampire clans besides the known 13 so I decided to create two new clans.
The Aurelians, who are Spike's, Angel's and pretty much every Vampire in the Buffyverse's clan (With the exception of Dracula). I got the idea after hearing the master's posse was called the order of Aurelius. So basically you assume that Aurelius was the founder of the most numerous vampire clan in the world.
The name for the clan in Underworld is still not decided, feel free to send me suggestions, I'll give you credit.
There will not be that much WOD influence in this story, it's only there because it works to explain inconsistencies.
I think that I've successfully managed to sort out any problems that might arise in the story do to inconsistencies but I'm far from infallible. If I make any mistakes please email me so I can correct them. I recognize that the time frame I'm working in is extremely delicate so please help me make it fit.
Update notes 04/29/04:
Thanks to Bairck for correcting a spelling error, the clan founder is Aurelius, not Aurrallius.
Update notes 05/10/04:
Major Rewrite of chapter 1. After seeing episode 108 of Angel "The Girl In Question" I realized that this story would actually fit better after that episode, especially since due to all the spoilers I've read there is going to be a fairly large gap in episode 109. Spike's grieving over the loss of Buffy and Fred already, and yet another girl who got away shows up.
My apologies for changing the timeline but it really just makes more sense this way, and the ending will be that much better I think.
One more thing, I'm still listening for a good name to call the Vampire clan in Underworld. Chapter 3 is probably going to mention it so I need something to put in there.
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Fool For Her
Chapter 1
London
London
2004 A.D.
"It's been too long." Spike thought. After his and Angel's personal/business trip to Italy, Angel decided it was time to take a break, recover from things as it were. Seeing Buffy again had been hard enough, but the fact that she was with "The Immortal" was just, wrong…!
Even though neither of them had actually spoken to her while they were there they had both been unnerved at being that close to her. To their dismay however, she had moved on long ago. Adding that to the open wound that was Fred's death and everyone really needed a vacation by now. Although Spike was about the only one taking one. Wesley was to busy taking care of Illeriya to take a few days off. Gunn was still "repenting" for what he did to Fred and felt he didn't deserve to have any rest. Lorn enjoyed his job too much to take a vacation; the bugger stopped sleeping at one point just so he could work more!
And as for Angel, well vacationing was about the same as a normal off day for him. Just himself, the expensive designer threads, and a bloody dark corner to brood in. Spike however was not going to waste company vacation time when it was given. The first notice he got he chartered a private Wolfram and Hart Jet straight to London where he proceeded to his favorite demon pub, "Gehena Now!", and lost himself in a glass of hard liquor.
Spike supposed he could have just as easily gone to a demon bar in LA, but he really needed this. It had been ages since he'd been in the motherland and he desperately needed something familiar to hold on to at the moment. He needed to be around other Brits……who weren't former watchers. Besides, there were certain perks in European demon pubs that most demon bars in the States wouldn't allow.
"YOU BLOODY BASTARD!!!" Spike heard a man scream from one of the tables behind him. He turned to see two large blue demons engaged in a brawl. Only about three blows were exchanged before all hell (No pun intended) broke loose.
Unlike most demon bars in the States, European pubs typically didn't have anti aggression spells. Half the fun of being in a bar was the bar fighting Spike thought. And tonight was a good night, this latest brawl made three tonight.
Spike eagerly hopped off the stool leaving his drink for the moment and got ready. By now everyone in the pub was either ducking for cover or engaged in a fight. No one but the two blue demons even knew what the argument was about, but it gave everyone an excuse to vent their frustrations. Or in Spike's case, to have some fun!
A stupid five foot four green demon charged him. One punch was all Spike needed to send the ponce flying across the room. That was all it took though to make Spike a higher target. A larger half rock demon charged him then. Spike casually exchanged fisticuffs with the seven foot monster before kicking him into the wall.
Two dark skinned tentacled demons, probably brothers, attacked him together. He made quick work of them by kicking one in the gut and punching the other in its soft face. A devilish grin played on his face the whole time he did this. "NOW THIS IS A VACATION!!!" He thought excitedly. Spike lived for stuff like this. Suddenly a large heavy battle axe was swung at him and Spike found himself on a table with the blade pressing into his neck, he had caught it not a second too late. An orange furry demoness was the wielder, Spike was about to throw her off when a brown insect like one did it for him and tossed her across the room. Spike sat up and smiled at the demon.
"Thanks mate!" Spike said,
"Any time," The demon spoke with its pincers. "Let's go!" He Swung.
Spike dodged the punch and tackled the demon to the floor, making quick work of him. This orgy lasted for a good thirty minutes before, finally, everyone calmed down and the fight stopped. Spike, like everyone else, knew that this was just a pause so that they could recover for the next senseless argument that would occur.
Life was good. Not really……Life was bloody unbearable, but the night was proving standible.
The Powers That Be had really screwed him over of late. The whole being an incorporeal vampire ghost was bad enough, but then Fred died. He had really liked her. He had liked her when he had first seen her. He didn't like her in the sense that he was interested in getting involved. But he liked her. She reminded him of Willow, only without the craziness and weirdness. Fred was just....well….sweet.
He was sure the others were taking it harder, but Spike was grieving as well. She was a nice girl, and she sure as hell didn't deserve what had happened to her.
Then, somehow Buffy had gotten involved with "The Immortal". Spike groaned. That damn pansy had done more to hurt his pride than Angel or Buffy ever had. And now he had waltz in like prince charming and taken the love of his unlife. Bloody bastard!
With that thought spike downed another shot of hard liquor. "Bought time for another ring around." Spike thought, hoping some demon would start something, anything. It proved rather quiet after the last fight however and Spike was beginning to think about leaving.
"Just gotta find myself a bird first." Spike thought sheepishly. Sure he loved Buffy, but if she was shagging the immortal there was hardly any reason he couldn't enjoy a one nighter. And as he understood it, she had been involved with the ponce long before his resurrection so she obviously hadn't put forth much effort in honoring his memory.
"Besides," He reasoned, "I've gotta keep up my devilish charm." Spike grinned and began scanning the pub for a decent treat. He didn't expect to find anyone, after all Gehenna usually attracted the more ruggish demon types of London. Most Vampires weren't old or strong enough to hang around without getting dusted, so he doubted to find any lookers around. He'd probably have to go to a mortal pub to pick up a treat that was halfway decent. Spike made one more overview and caught something in his Vampiric vision. "Then again…." He thought as he caught a vision sitting across him on his right side at the end of the pub drinking some shots of whiskey like he was.
"How the bleeding hell did I miss her!" Spike thought as he stared in awe of the vampire beauty. It took A LOT to get the stare that Spike was giving her.
Ever since the seventies Spike had always gone with the Goth punk look, but to be totally honest he had never really preferred women with it. But for this girl, he'd make an exception. She had a short mane of messy, but strangely attractive, black hair. Even if her hair wasn't very flattering to her everything else certainly was!
In contrast to her jet black hair her skin, with the exception of her soft supple pink lips, was alabaster pale. In many ways she looked like an oversized china doll. Her body was slim, but trim and athletic. The getup she wore was like something out of a dominatrix film. Tight leather corset, tight leather trousers and of course knee high black leather boots. And to top it all off she wore a long black leather frock coat.
If anything could be centered out about her that made her so beautiful though it had to be her eyes. Dark and full of depth, their curved shape was such and addition to her face it almost made Spike drool. Without her eyes she would have been very cute. But it was because of them that she was positively hot!
Spike tried to make use of his honed senses to smell her from where he sat, and he realized he could. But it was different from his own vampire sent. Spike was old enough and educated enough in vampire lore to understand what it meant. Contrary to what most slayers were taught there was more than one vampire type.
The Aurelian line, of which Spike and Angel were a part of, however was the only real line that could be considered truly evil, that and the fact that it was the most numerous line made it the ideal vampire type of study. Plus they were the only one's who felt a distinct draw towards the Hellmouth.
She obviously wasn't a part of Aurelius' line. Perhaps the Brujah line, she did have the goth punk look. Although with her dark good looks she could have been Toreador. Perhaps the paleness of her skin was hinting at Lasombra? Then again perhaps it was an entirely different line, they were showing up a great deal lately.
One way or another Spike was quite sure that he could show the girl what she wanted. If she was Toreador he'd play off his cherubic face. If she was Brujah he'd show her how a real blood hunt went down. Either way he intended to take this dark beauty home with him.
Spike stood up and strolled over to her seat with his trademark strut. As he sat down the girl looked up at him and Spike watched with fascination as her eyes faded from chestnut brown, to icy blue. She bared her fangs and made it clear she was not interested with a growl. Spike smiled and said,
"Wow, that's a scary look you got there luv. But you know what," Spike felt his brow furrow into its demonic shape. He felt his eyebrows disappear making his scar more prominent as his game face took over. Feeling his fangs elongate and his eyes shift to yellow he continued, "I've got a scarier one." The girl was taken aback, but quickly recovered and bared her fangs again.
"You're an Aurelian!" She spat at him. Spike smiled, still in game face,
"Ah come on now bird, were all decent vampires here." The girl growled at him again.
"Your kind are an abomination to all vampires. Ever feeding, never satisfied with blood that isn't fresh. You don't even have souls!" Spike laughed, which threw her off slightly. The girl continued to glare at him. "What's so funny?" Spike answered her,
"I suggest you look a little closer luv, you might find something interesting." The girl wasn't convinced but saw no reason not to check. She looked into his eyes closely, checking, analyzing. After about half a minute she recognized what he was talking about. It was there! The spark! Her eyes shifted back to chestnut brown.
"That's impossible, your kind don't have souls…unless," there was a pause. "Are you…?" another pause. Spike smiled, so she had heard of him, he stayed in game face to heighten the tension. The girl looked at his face and whispered,
"Angelus?" Spike's eyes burned with hatred!
"Bloody Hell woman, do I look like a bleeding git who sits in a dark corner feeling sorry for himself all day!?!" The girl stayed calm in his outburst.
"Forgive me but I know of only one Aurelian with a soul." Spike scoffed.
"Bloody Hell. I swear, who dies saving the world? Me! Who seals the doorway to hell and destroys an army of Uber Vamps? Me! But who gets all the fame and fortune? Brooding, Boring, tall and dark Angel that's who! Meanwhile Big Bad Spike winds up with the leftovers." The girl visibly hesitated, but finally smiled. Spike liked it and forgot he was still in game face. The girl drank another shot and said,
"What kind of a name is Spike, your parents obviously didn't miss the sixties?" A joke even, Spike was starting to like this. Although he realized it was also a disguised way of asking how old he was as a vampire.
"For your information I was made in 1880, so I'm probably your senior, and I wasn't always called Spike." The girl suddenly had a look of shock on her face and looked at him closely, smelling him carefully.
"It can't be!" She thought, silently sniffing him. Suddenly her eyes lit up and her mouth dropped. She whispered disbelievingly,
"William?" Spike smiled still staying in game face. Usually he didn't tolerate the use of his mortal name, but he could allow it just once.
"So you have heard of me luv. Heard about my run-ins with the Slayers? How about Skrymir--" The girl cut him off abruptly.
"William it's me, Selene……don't your recognize me?" Spike quickly shut his trap. He stared closely. Her hair was the right color, although it was shorter. Her skin was paler than humanly possible so that didn't help, the biggest stretch was the outfit, although spike had to admit long leather coats weren't really his style in the 1800's either. The lips and nose were the same, but it was again the eyes that settled it. He had looked before, but now that their normal color was back he could see through her. It was her, she was here!
Spike felt his face return to normal. His Cherubic features came back quickly.
They stared at each other for a few moments without saying anything. Spike finally broke the silence.
"Bugger." Was all he could think of to say.
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