Author: Richess a.k.a A. N. H. Richards
Email: richess78@hotmail.com
Summary: Set after Crush. Spike is thrown into a flux when a demon steal his body and he has no one to help him get it back or does he even want it back?
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I am tired of saying it you all know who owns the characters and rights of BTVS. Song: Uninvited by Alanis Morrisette
Distribution: If you like it just ask.
Author's Notes: This fic is dedicated to my hunnies, Miss Binks, Lisa and Suaine for her help. And special thanks to Wrydin for betaing this fic for me.
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PART 1
Spike walked home slowly reaching his crypt just before sunrise.
The events of the last night still fresh in his mind. Buffy, Dru, and even Harmony -
they had
all shunned him. Spike sunk down on his bed and turned on his cd player and pressed the random button. A haunting melody flowed through the speakers
.
Like anyone would be, I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot-blooded woman, I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepherd meet shepherd
But you,
You're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate
"How fitting," Spike gritted as he took off his duster. He glared at the hole left by Harmony's arrow through his back. "Bunch of bints."
The morning sun illuminated the outside earth as the humans began their daily lives and demons - including a certain lovelorn peroxide vampire - began their sleep.
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It had to find one. Anyone. Someone suitable. Someone easy. And fast.
Living among humans had made him forget what he was. He needed a body. Any body. He could feel this one decaying. Near lifeless.
He walked along the streets of Sunnydale to find something. Someone. A body permanent. Eternal. His skin goose bumped as he passed a cemetery. In there. He smiled viciously and then walked to where the sensation was telling him to go. He had always laughed at how human never listened to their intuition. Goosebumps meant demons were near, and shivers meant that a ghost had touched you. Silly humans never wanting to believe.
He walked closer to a large mausoleum and opened the exterior door cautiously. He didn't know what he was going to run into, but half of his demonic mind screamed VAMPIRE. The other half said thank god. Being in a human body for the last five years was not all it was cracked up to be. But he had never invaded a vampire's body either.
He opened the second door, and peered inside. A figure lay on a bed on the left side of the crypt. He lightly stepped into the open area. He need not get any closer to the demon before attacking; he could leave this body from here. With barely a thought, he slipped from the body; it disintegrated instantly. A shadow slowly moved across the crypt to hover over the sleeping demon. The vampire opened his eyes and a sudden burst of light rent the shadow.
Spike had awakened to a foggy haze looming over him. Then he felt as if his heart was being ripped out . Then . . . nothing.
He awoke an hour later feeling refreshed. The demon's body felt good. Strong. He bounced off the bed and went toward the door.
"Wait, vampire. . . daylight," he said out loud to hear his new voice
. British, how interesting. He closed his eyes remembering the sorcerer's
spell put on him over thirty years ago
.
You will live out your days as energy
You will live out eternity moving constantly
You will have access to all powers of those you possess
You have to deliver their souls to me
Should you fail your eternity shall be lived in a torturous hell
"Okay then, let's see if this works," he said , stepping out into the sunlight. He immediately dashed inside the crypt as his skin sizzled.
"God damn it!" he cursed. "Once night time comes I'll try to go out."
"What is this?" Spike heard a man grumble.
Spike's body ached as he looked up at the man towering over him. His wrinkled brow, dark moustache, and bald head and the decidedly nasty vibes he was giving up added up to Evil Nasty.
"He delivers me a creature with no soul," the man scoffed. Spike picked himself up and looked warily at the man in front of him.
"Where am I? Who are you?" Spike asked gingerly.
"I am Aadath. I collect souls for 'The Cause'," his voice boomed. "I offer second chances to those who are dying. I will send you back, vampire. But you must regain your own body, I will not do that for you. I think you will succeed should you want your body back. Or I will have to kill him and your body will die. You shall have one week to retrieve it." With that he waved his hand and Spike felt like he was being catapulted through the wall.
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TBC