Disclaimer: Obviously BTVS isn't mine, I just borrowed it's parts and stitched it together like a Frankenstein's BTVS monster.
Summary: Slightly alternate universe since a few years before the series starts, basically I'm trying to "han-solo" Spike from the beginning. Definitely not a spuffy or other shipping crap.
Notes: Well first of all I didn't write ANY fiction for about 10 years, so this is more of an experiment in writing than a story.
I love the character, I think he's the most colorful one of the whole series, especially when he still hated the scoobies. This premise was probably done quite a few times but usually the author changes him into a giant pussy anyway putting romance in the center of the story instead of making it more subtle like it should be. Now I'm not setting out to don't have any relationships, I just want them to conform to the tone of the story, plot and above all the characters.
Also I wanted this to have a feel of watching it, so no inner-feelings narration, I try to show the emotional response through actions of the characters, be it a punch, a fleeting expression or a piece of dialogue.
So having said all that, this will probably turn out to be unreadable, horrible mess. I repeatedly tried to get someone more talented, or experienced or both to help me, or even write this story instead of me, with no luck so if someone wants to pick this up be free to say so, and you don't have to be gentle if you review, you won't crush my dreams of grandeur seeing as there aren't any, just tell me what's wrong with it and feel free to correct me- english isn't even my first language.
1994
Spike's eye twitched.
He slowly inhaled a deep breath and peeled his eyelids open.
He looked very tired, and after a moment a look of confusion crossed his face.
He was in a hospital bed.
After a halfhearted attempt to get up it became obvious that he's strapped to the bed with thick leather bands across his wrists, shoulders, waist and ankles.
His body tensed.
Quick look around revealed that he's not only strapped to a hospital bed, he's also in some mockery of a hospital room. The walls were white from ceiling to the middle and yellow paneling from there to the floor covered in ugly, green linoleum. There where a couple of cheap cupboards and metal lockers around the room, a metal table to the side of the bed with a stack of papers on it. In front of the bed was large locker with glass panes in its doors. On its shelves were various medical supplies.
Over reinforced steel door was emblem of the US Army, under it in stainless steel lettering "314".
After a moment to took it all in Spike muttered in a tired tone of voice - Oh Bloody Hell - then closed his eyes and let his head fall back to the pillow.
1997
It was three in the morning in the californian fall, light fog further obscured already murky alleyways of Sunnydale.
Spike was running with barely conscious Drusilla in his arms.
Sodden, buggered hell! - Escaped him through clenched teeth.
When he reached the end of the alley he paused for a second, and looked around. He didn't look like he knew where he was going. Abruptly he turned right and jogged a few more meters to a big metal dumpster. He glanced around one more time and lowered Drusilla's body to prop her against a wall when he abruptly stilled mid motion and tilted his head to the side. After a moment he duck behind the massive dumpster and crouched down with Drusilla in his arms. Sounds of lonely set of footsteps echoed through the alley.
Well well. Now they hide from me. My fame must have gotten ahead of me. - Came the drawl, voice feminine, dancing with laughter. A second went by with absolute stillness, then Spike's expression gradualy changed to determined. Still crouching he gently placed exhausted looking Drusilla on the ground, and her eyes snapped up to his. After the silent communication ended Spike nodded, and slowly stood up. He rolled his shoulders, straightened his back and sauntered from his hiding place to meet the woman.
She was positively gorgeous and sexy as hell. Long brown hair coming down to her shoulders in slight waves, her face half in shadow, one visible dark eye smilingly peering at Spike. With tight black leather pants, fitting black t-shirt visible under unbuttoned dark blue jean jacket.
Spike just stood ten meters away looking bored and unimpressed. After a moment of staring at each other he finally broke the silence.
Look at that. A slayer. Another one. - He made a pause, and seized her up moving only his eyes over her. - What? Goldilocks finally kicked it? - She looked confused for a moment, then her face became angry.
What are you talking about? B's five by five. And how did you know I'm the slayer? - Spike instead of answering fished out a packet of cigarettes and silver zippo lighter out of his duster pocket, nonchalantly took one to his mouth, and lit it up.
Well you daft bint, last time I saw a slayer on the hellmouth she was a blond schoolgirl and here you are in all your dark getup, - he inhaled smoke from his cigarette and continued not bothering to let it out - knowing there is a vampire here, without seeing him. - A cocky smirk stretched his lips - I can hear your heartbeat, and smell you are not a demon, but not precisely normal human either. - He brought the cigarette to his mouth again. - So that's a slayer right there.
She shook her head at him with an amused smirk, then locked her eyes with his.
And it started.
She took a quick step forward and leaped in the air. She landed on her left foot in the precise spot to transfer her weight to her right with a halfstep and execute a turnaround jump kick to his face, still retaining the momentum of the leap.
Spike evidently knew what was coming.
Without flinching he charged forward to cut the distance spinning one hundred eighty degrees from right to left as he went and finally stopping her leg with his shoulder under her knee and grabbed her calf with his hands at the same time. Her own momentum added to his rotating motion made the next move seem entirely effortless. Spike with a grimace of pain, but determination in his eyes continued their motion, rotating his torso and threw her face first on the ground with speed no human being should achieve without help of a vehicle.
The slayer sailing another few meters managed to put her hands in front of her and rolled over her shoulder, came up to her feet clearly expecting him to be right behind her and spun around with her left hand extended in a backhanded blow, right hand in a high guard ready to protect her neck, however Spike was just standing calmly, looking at her with a small smile.
The slayer blinked in surprise.
You had the advantage. - Came the surprised statement. Spike only stared at her with raised eyebrows like there was something obvious she should understand already. After realizing he wasn't going to give her an answer she released an exasperated breath, withdrew two stakes from her pockets in each hand and renew her assault with more caution and determination. She shuffled up to him with small, dancing steps careful to always have her center of gravity in the right place to effectively defend herself.
Now we're talking slayer! - Spike boomed excitedly with a grin that didn't reach his determined eyes. In the dark it made him very predatory. He took a stance with his left side to the front, the same as the slayer.
As soon as she was in his range he threw a short probing jab, not really meant to connect, just gouging her defense. Her hand didn't wait in her high guard. She twisted and slapped his fist hard, mid motion. Spike's hand shot out of it's course leaving his left side open. He didn't give her much of a chance to attack, and was already retreating from her reach.
That didn't help. She pressed her advantage keeping in step with him and shot a right straight twisting for additional force with her whole body. The blow was really powerful but Spike averted most of it by tilting his head and rolling with it as it landed on his cheekbone instead of his nose. That landed him in a left handed stance with his right in the front just as the slayer retracted her hand and was renewing her guard. She unconsciously let her left hand wonder a little in that maneuver.
He saw that and threw a reluctant right cross to her jaw, which she miraculously blocked.
He smirked.
His front leg shot out in a sharp kick to the side of her knee. She wasn't expecting that and this time even slayer reflexes didn't react in time. Kick wasn't strong enough to do any damage but it caused her to fall to one knee. Spike danced away, so she couldn't uppercut him from that distance, and had enough room to recover. Slayers cool mask faded and in it's place came angry frown.
Why the hell is wrong with you?! - She glanced into his amused eyes. - You should be drooling all over my neck, not soberly stepping away!
Spike rolled his eyes, and said a little louder than was necessary - Oh and miss slayer thinks she's all that, just because now she has superpowers. - Spike relaxed his stance. - Well news flash ducks, as mine fights go, you are the worst bloody slayer yet.
With a shout of frustration and anger the slayer charged Spike in an all out berserk attempt. She reined blows one after another on her opponent.
Spike's experience let him anticipate most of them and he caught nearly all of furious, powerful punches on his guard, but still some blows came through and with each he was forced to take a step back, bringing him closer to a building behind him.
Finally he was able to time his counter. His left hand came up to catch Slayers forward hand and pull her to him. Right hand shot behind her back to hold her in place and with another pained expression he kneed her in the gut.
Blow was meant to hit her squarely in her solar plexus which would probably immobilize her for a while, but Slayers instincts and fast reflexes allowed her to put her free hand in the way and deflect it lower. It still was painful and she took a step back to catch a shaky breath.
She glanced at the vampire, whose eyes were narrowed and his jaw was clenched very tightly. No sound escaped him, but he was breathing heavily and held a hand to his temple as if in pain.
She seized her chance and executed a front kick to his chest. Between slayer strength and perfect form the kick was strong enough to send the vampire sailing into the building behind him.
Spike hit the wall hard.
On top of the fact that slayer did manage to hit HIS solar plexus with enough force to kill a human being on the spot he could hear elevation and bricks of the building cracking on his landing. Also a few of his ribs.
Probably his ribs, he was too dazed to tell.
Spike slid to his knees on the ground as his head swam with dizziness.
The slayer was already charging him, murder in her eyes. He didn't have enough time, or presence of mind to do anything besides rolling out of her way, before she could plunge a stake into him.
After the roll he shakily came to his feet and retaining his momentum put a few steps of distance between them spinning around as he went to see if she was already pursuing him.
Fortunately the slayer, barely had time enough to stop her own momentum and spin to face her opponent once again.
She took a step forward with undivided attention when she heard Spike's frustrated - Bloody Hell!
Then someone let loose an amused throaty chuckle.
They both looked in the direction of the sound at the same time with expressions of deers caught in the headlights.
I hate to agree with Spike, but "bloody hell" seems to sum this up quite nicely. - a thoughtful pause, then - Especially now.
From the shadows of the alley emerged a dark skinned vampire in a high quality purple suit with shiny red silk shirt underneath it, behind him visible, but obscured by the night and fog numerous vampires.
Bugger. - came from Spike at the same time as the slayers loud - Shit! - They looked at each other with puzzled expressions. - You with him? - asked the slayer at the same time as Spikes - This sod after you too?
They shared another puzzled look.
Notes2: If I get some response at all, I'll post the second half of this scene, this just seemed like a good teaser.