Look Mom! No Humanities! 1
Title:- See above
Rating:- PG13
Distribution:- If you like it you can take it but be polite and ask first.
Ownership:- Joss Whedon owns all the characters of BtVs (lucky sod) , but I own Alecia (though if you ask her, she'll say she's her own demon).
Reviews:- Please review!! Those who flame will be considered as pathetic beings with nothing better to do. Don't say I didn't warn you.
An owl sat in a tree in Sunnydale Cemetary. From its perch it could see almost the whole town. Sunnydale wasn't especially big, merely a small web of roads amongst which were scattered various houses, schools, the Bronze, shops, the university and, of course, the cemetary. The residents of Sunnydale, both human and demonic, lived in a relatively peaceful environment - providing of course that your idea of peaceful was Spike shoving a railroad spike through your stomach, causing your guts to spill onto the floor. It was a quiet night, no vampires in sight , but then of course it was Halloween. Those demons who valued their sanity would stay indoors, lest the souls of their victims seek vengeance. Children swarmed the roads, clad in demonic costumes,hands reaching out for the treats they may receive as they move from house to house.
The owl watched as a single demon wove her way through the crowds of children. She had a strange aura around her, a warmish glow even. She was new to this part of California, or she seemed to be. Her skin was pearl white, her eyes as green as the gemstone pendant hanging from her neck. She had hair the colour of the night sky, as she passed beneath the street lamps it gave off a blueish sheen. The bird took off, feeling itself pulled towards her. Arm outstretched, Alecia allowed the bird to land on her arm. Caressing it's feathers gently, she spoke to it, her voice was like silver bells,
"Such a beautiful creature. You'll be my eyes, won't you, Pet?"
Even though the owl couldn't understand her words, it seemed to agree. She passed her free hand over it's wide, all knowing eyes, and for a second they seemed to glow green. Alecia smiled warmly,
"Now, my love, go find him!"
She gazed after the owl as it winged its way over Sunnydale in search of The One.
Spike sat beside Buffy, they'd just whupped the ass of a particularly nasty child-snatching demon. The Slayer watched as an owl glided overhead, and landed on the Angel Monument staring intently at the vampire seated beside her.
"That bird's watching you. It won't take its eyes from you."
"I have that effect."
The owl sat there, sensing his new found mistress's satisfaction that he'd discovered The One. He followed the vampire and his human companion through Sunnydale, watching as they fought various demons, triumphant after every battle. The bird blinked once or twice, seeing a similar aura as that of the demoness around this vampire. The platinum blonde demon's glow was not warm, however, rather a cold glow. If it had a colour it would have been an icey blue. There was an inner strength inside him, bursting to get out, when freed, something was going to happen. The owl didn't understand what, when or how, but something inside of him told him that something was coming, something big.
Alecia returned to her flat. She sensed his presence from all the way up here. He needed her, why else should she have been summoned? She retired to her bed and closed her eyes. She imagined the owl in flight, and her whole body relaxed as her soul left its body. It travelled through Sunnydale, till it came to the owl. Here it stopped, invading the creature's mind and using its body as a means of keeping a tag on Him. Through the owl's eyes, Alecia could see every detail of the ground below. The odd rodent scurrying through the grass, and the terrified cries of mortals as their life-blood was devoured by the residential predators. All this, however, was far too trivial for her concern. She watched with interest as the human and the vampire departed, one for home and the other for the graveyard. She commanded the owl to follow the vampire, and made it perch on the tree opposite the demon's crypt.
Alecia awoke, she shook her head to clear it and left the flat, heading for where the owl perched obediantly, monitoring the vampire's every move. As she reached the crypt, the demoness freed the owl of its obligations, and feeling His presence all the more, knocked on the door of the crypt.
Spike lay on his tomb, he remembered his days as a human, eating, sleeping, working. Not always in that order but that was usually what his day consisted of. He was hungry. If it wasn't for Ole Mr. Chip, who everyone but him had grown to love, Spike would be out there now enjoying himself. Then he thought of how many times he'd had his ass kicked by Buffy. He was angry, hungry and angry. There was a knock at the door, and he shuddered as a cold breeze wrapped itself around him, sending a nasty shiver down his spine.
"It's open."
The door swung open, revealing someone the vampire had rather not meet,
"Go away! Now! Leave me alone!"
Alecia was confused,
"Why?"
"My humanties are all that's keeping my undead life from ending."
"How so?"
"Either I have humanities and take all my frustration out of my fellow demons, or I don't have them, and this chip drives me to suicide. You can't have them!"
The dark haired woman moved closer. Spike stepped back,
"I think it best you leave."
"I didn't come of my own accord, William."
"What?"
"You summoned me."
"Come again?"
"The book." She indicated the dusty volume on the floor in the corner, "You read the incantation."
"Alecia, Al , Sweetie, I was drunk! 3 bottles of unseasoned Tequila! I'm surprised I could even pick the book up!"
"Never-the-less, you summoned me and I can't return until your wish is granted."
"Wish? What wish?"
"This wish." She moved towards him, placing a hand either side of his head. The vampire felt his head swim, then he felt all his humanities bottle up inside his head. Love, compassion, mercy, they all filled his head till he knew of nothing else. Then they were gone. Spike's head cleared and all that was left was...was...frustration. Frustration for all the times he'd failed to kill the Slayer when he'd had the chance, for all the times he'd been defeated, for everything.
He turned to look at the creature who had just freed him from his pains. She smiled,
"No humanities."
"No humanities." He repeated after her, then frowned, "Hello Mr. Chip."
"No chip"
"It's gone?"
"Gone."
Spike gave her his most malignant smile,
"And only you can replace them. Am I right?"
"That is correct."
Before she could stop him, Spike had her by the neck. Forcing her against the wall, he brought his face to meet hers,
"Have to do something about that won't I?"
There was a sickening crunch as Spike squeezed harder. He dropped the body to the floor, and watched as it fell like a ragdoll. He shrugged nonchalantly,
"Couldn't have you giving them back now, could we?"