As always, these characters aren't mine. well the ones you know aren't, the others are :) hopefully you'll like this set up for the second story of this trilogy i'm writing. here's the id for the first part, "the very last, probably, apocalypse": 1933568 for any of you new readers. you can read this as a stand alone story, but it works better in connection with the first part. any way, here it is :D enjoy!


London, England – 1898

William walked through the streets of London. His mother had died of disease years earlier, and his life had seemed quite meaningless now.

The civil war continued in England. The White Hats were determined to rebel against the Immortal, for no good reason as William could see it. The Immortal kept the vampires fed, which, William being one, made him very happy. He didn't care much for this life though. He wanted to survive, but he took no pleasure in the kill. Which had resulted in his sire, Drusilla, leaving him for a Chaos Demon. A Chaos Demon of all things. All puss and antlers.

As William spotted his target, he smiled. A young blonde girl. He loved the blondes. He moved towards her, through the crowded street. He saw his prey turn down an alleyway.

'Making it easier pet' He thought to himself.

He remembered a time when Angelus, his grandsire, had shown him the fun that could be had with teasing humans, playing with them, torturing them. So much so that they came to long for the death that he could give them.

He wondered where the old bastard was. He had heard rumours of Romania, but since he had split with Dru, he hadn't seen Angelus or Darla.

'Probably eating some young gypsy' William pondered as he reached the alleyway.


The girl was at the other end, appearing to be lost. She was looking around, clearly confused as to how she had ended up here.

"Lost lamb?" William asked. He let a smile escape as he spoke.

The girl looked up to him, keeping her face hidden in the shadows. "I'm not sure…" she answered cryptically.

William raised his eyebrow at this answer. 'Wasn't expecting that reply' he mused.

"I'm looking for a man," The girl continued. "I was told he'd be here now, but alas, I cannot seem to find him"

"Well," William teased. "What is his name pet?"

"I think it was Willy, or William…" The girl replied as she moved into the light, allowing William to see her face for the first time. It was veiny, protruded and clearly demon. Vengeance demon if he wasn't mistaken.

"That right is it pet?" William smiled wryly, until he suddenly realised "Wait a minute, you smelled human across the street"

The demon smiled. "That's because that wasn't me,"

William cocked his head.

"That was our bate." A voice came from behind.

As William turned, a heavy force hit his head, and the world turned black.


His head throbbed as he opened his eyes. He looked about, trying to figure out where he was. William was irritated to see he was in a church. Or an abandoned church at any rate. And he was further annoyed to feel heavy metal chains on his wrists and ankles. There were crosses on the walls, as well as holy water in bottles everywhere. As he surveyed the room, he saw the demon that had tricked him, as well as several men in very posh suits, with very serious looks on there faces. As he looked at these people, one of them noticed William.

"Ah, he's awake," He said rather smugly.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" William asked, with a hint of venom in his mouth.

The man smiled at him. "My name is Jonathon Wyndam-Pryce, and I'm here to give you your destiny"

William scoffed. "What kind of drugs are you on?"

Jonathon smiled. "None my friend, I'm just answering your question."

"Actually he asked who you were, not what you were doing." The demon chimed in.

"Thank you Anyanka," Jonathon replied through gritted teeth. "That will be all."

Anyanka smiled helpfully, and left the immediate room.

"You'll have to forgive her," Jonathon started, with his false smile placed firmly back on his face. "She has the annoying tendency to say whatever she sees."

"Heh," William let out, "How you get a vengeance demon to be you're little puppet then?"

Jonathon smiled. "Straight to the point William," He paused, "Maybe that's why they're calling you Spike?"

William looked at the man in front of him. "Who's calling me?" he asked, ignoring the fact that he liked that name. Accompanied with his love for killing people with railway spikes, it made sense.

"The white hats," Jonathon began, "Or more specifically, the Observers Council."

William snorted. "Sound like degenerate wankers"

"Some, perhaps, but not all of them," Jonathon smiled. "I, for one, have always been proud of my calling."

William looked at the man. He was crusty, wore glasses, and looked stiff. Looked like a white hat.

"And this has what to do with me?" William asked, "Not that I'm complaining or anything, but why haven't you staked me?"

The Observer looked at William. "Have you heard the stories about the demon slayer?"

"You mean the myth's created by humans to try and find some kind of escape from the fact they're basically just cattle?"

Jonathon smiled. "Those would be the ones."

"No, I haven't," William retorted.

"Well let me explain to you how this works William," Jonathon began, with the smile fading as he went into dictating information obviously gained from a book. "Millennia ago, the organisation I work for tried to create a force to stand against the demons, the vampires and anything else that stood in the way of the forces of good."

William looked on, in a bored sort of way.

The vampire was slowly, weakening the bonds of his chains.

"We tried to imbue a girl with the strength of demons," Jonathon continued. "One in each generation, chosen to stand against the demons. The Immortal however, intervened. Stopped the process. And fractured those magicks. They are now lost to us."

William smiled. "Good on him, eh?" he retorted, as he could feel the chains begin to bend.

"Quite," Jonathon replied, as he breathlessly carried on. "Until recently, the only thing that has stopped the forces of evil from taking over the world has been the fact that the Immortal seems to like human beings, or rather, he wants us alive for some unknown reason."

"Well if you aint here, how're we meant eat?" William spat.

Jonathon looked at the vampire. "Well, you also know about the White Hat rebellion, and how we fight demons, in an attempt to gain the freedom that should be ours. You also know that us humans aren't as physically strong as your kind,"

"Oh I don't know," Teased William, "You could let me down and we could go a couple of rounds?"

Jonathon continued. "Recently we gained a contact in Africa, who has provided us with a unique opportunity to take the fight to the demon realms."

"Africa?" William asked. "This going to be getting relevant anytime soon?" he continued to strain against the chains, until he felt the bond break.

Jonathon smiled, "William the Bloody, It is by the power of God, and all that is holy that I press upon you the duty of protector of humanity. You will stand against the demons, the vampires, and, most importantly, the Immortal. You will atone for the destruction you have caused, the death. You will be our champion,"

William was laughing. "And what's gonna make me do that then mate?"

William stood up, his chains broken. Jonathon looked taken aback. "And for point of reverence, it's Spike from now on,"

Spike lunged at Jonathon, only to be caught from behind, by giant, immeasurable arms.

"What the bloody-" Spike was cut off.

Jonathon stepped forward. "Well Spike, let me be the first to tell you why you shall be helping us,"

One of the hands raised in front of Spike's chest. It came thumping down, and a burning sensation ripped through Spike's body.

"We're giving you back you're soul,"

Spike screamed, and once again, the world went black.


Sorry that its kinda short, but its just the pro-louge to the second part of this trilogy. Hopefully you guys don't mind the AU-ness of it :) As always review and let me know if its up to scratch, as i've always said, i have a story to tell, but whats the point if you guys don't enjoy it? laters