Disclaimer: The characters herein are owned by Joss Whedon and Fox/UPN. I use them with grateful thanks and hopefully do a good job. I do not use them for profit, only for pleasure.
Rating: General, should be suitable for everyone. Hardly any swearing and not much violence!
Author: Jacqueline Burns
Feedback: Yes please!! jay.b@slayme.com. Always appreciated, good or bad. Let me know what you think!
Setting: All you really need to remember is that Buffy has killed Angel/Angelus to stop the end of the world, and that Spike is back in town……… Happy reading!
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The empty, silent darkness of the crypt was broken suddenly by the grating of stone on stone, followed swiftly by a muted curse. Noise followed, as someone fumbled round in the dark, groping on the floor. Eventually, light flared as Spike found and lit the three candles he had been looking for. The silver candelabra chinked as he set it down on the uneven stone surface of the tomb, and then perched on the edge of the lid beside it.
"Huh. Not exactly home sweet home, this. Sodding mess," he muttered, staring round at the empty, dank mausoleum. He kicked idly at a chunk of stone on the floor, watching as it tumbled end over end before clattering into the far wall. "It's that bloody Slayer's fault, that's what it is. Well, I'll show her," he nodded to himself. "Yeah. She'll get it, alright. She won't know what's hit her."
He hopped off the tomb and pranced round, mimicking Buffy. "Oooooh, I'm the Slayer. Look at me, all blonde and slim and beaauuutiful. I'm sooo bloody good. I'm the best thing since sliced bread. Oooh, you nasty vampires can't catch me!" He stopped and stood still, staring at the floor, slumped, hands hanging at his sides. "Driving my Dru away. That bitch. Lost her, didn't she? Stupid bloody bargain. Drusilla…. My love. My princess…."
The voice behind him made him jump, coat flaring round like wings as he spun into a crouch, glaring in the direction of the door, instinctively changing. A shape stood in the opening, indistinct in the gloom. A mocking voice broke the sudden, tense silence.
"My lovely Spike. I've come back for you………"