Chapter two!

Rating: M, for violence, language, and future what nots. :)

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Buffy point of view

Buffy watched as even more demons ran in to save The Immortal. What losers. Weren't demons supposed to be all powerful, and all 'I don't work for anyone 'cept myself, 'cause I'm all powerful!'? Then again, demons were the type to give in really easily under pressure. So they joined The Immortal so they wouldn't be killed.

Cowards.

Well, they were going to be killed anyway. "By me." Buffy murmured, watching as the demons started surrounding her. The Immortal was staring at her, his beady little eyes glinting with pleasure at the fact that Buffy couldn't get through the demons to him. "COWARD!" Buffy shouted over the demons, glaring at The Immortal. He just grinned and blew Buffy a kiss, before turning to his little slayer slut.

Buffy would definitely give them a huge talking to once she got to The Immortal.

Then she turned her attention back to the demons, which were incredibly gross looking. All slimy, with extra arms and gross green skin... Blech. "Can't you demons honestly understand that if you want to get along in this world, you have to have perfect skin and good hygiene? You'll never make it big otherwise." Buffy said, shrugging slightly. Oh, how Buffy loved her playful taunts and puns. It got her through the nights of slaying, leaving her with a little smile on her face every once and a while after she staked some vampires.

And then, it all turned chaotic. The demons lunged, and Buffy ducked, scrambling around on the floor, trying to find out which legs belonged to which demons, while ducking stomps and avoiding being tackled. Finally, she found an opening in the massive mass of demon-ness, and stood up, stabbing a demon in the back with her stake.

She noticed another something entering the fight, and paused a moment, seeing a familiar flash bright, deep blue eyes. Was that... No, no it couldn't be... Buffy thought, frowning, searching the fighting demons for some sign of it. A punch to the stomach woke her up, and she turned her attention back to the demons. She grabbed the demon's head, wrenching it sharply to the left, turning to another as that demon fell to the floor.

Man, where were all of them coming from?

Then Buffy was knocked backwards from something crashing into her. She groaned, wincing, and slowly pushed herself up off of the ground, only to get pushed back by a demon foot on her chest. Buffy grabbed it, tripped the demon up, and drove her stake into it's chest, killing it. "Ugh, yuck. Do all demons have to have slimy, green blood?" Buffy said, staring at her stake - which was now dripping with demon goop- in disgust.

Phshooop.

Buffy whirled around at the noise, to see that The Immortal and his slayer sluts had disappeared. In place of the door, was now a concrete wall. "Damn it!" Buffy shouted, crying out in pain as a demon dropped a blow to the top of her head. Buffy turned to attack it, when she saw the same familiar blue eyes. Buffy pushed aside a demon, and her eyes widened, seeing the man who had sacrificed himself for her and the other slayers just months ago. "Spike..." She whispered, frozen at the spot, staring down at the vampire in front of her. Was he still a vampire?

"You... you died..." She said, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration, trying to decide if that blow to the head had something to do with what she was seeing. Buffy reached back, touching the back of her head lightly. She didn't feel any blood. Maybe the blow had just racked her brain? She was hallucinating? Would he go away?

Or was it a spell? Something churned up by The Immortal to cause Buffy to get off her guard, so the demons would have a chance at killing her? "That's just like him..." Buffy said, her eyes not moving from Spike, realizing she was talking to herself but not caring.

"Are you real?" Buffy asked. Then, she noticed a change. Spike didn't have his blonde hair anymore. It had all been shaven off, leaving him with just a bit of brown scruffiness at the top of his head. What had caused him to do that? He had always been so particular about his hair... Never changed it. Not through all the years she had known him.

"Your hair..." She murmured, tilting her head slightly to the side, jumping as a demon attacked Spike. As soon as that happened, a demon attacked her as well. "Get off!" Buffy shouted, trying to figure out what she had just seen. Since the demon attacked him, did that mean he was real? Buffy staggered backwards, putting a hand to her nose as the demon got in a punch while she was thinking. Wow, this really was causing Buffy to let her guard down.

She had to kill these last few demons first, or she could very well get some broken bones. Or worse. "Stupid demons!" Buffy shouted, punching it in the face. She received a couple of punches back before she killed it, but oh well. She'd gotten worse. She turned back to where Spike was, and watched him with the demon, still trying to decide if it was a hallucination, if Buffy was going crazy, if it was something The Immortal did, or if Spike was actually... back...


Spike point of view

Now he was doggie piled underneath a mess of demons... and Buffy had made eye contact with him. It seemed like that one moment had lasted a life time. He saw confusion, sadness, aggression... and… confusion... in her eyes. Did he mention confusion? Wonderful. If he survived this little free-for-all he'd had to fess up to what he'd been up to. Or at least pretend not to be who he was. Yeah right. She'd already seen him; looked straight into his deep blue eyes and had yanked out his soul with just a simple look. Fool for love, he was. He let out a raging yell as he clawed his way through the bodies on top of him, ripping his way through arms, shoulders, heads, stomachs… at one point he had his fist through a chest, and then was it disintegrated into dust right in front of him. Vamping out, he roared then looked around him in an angry rage. The Immortal and his main men were completely gone.

"WHERE IS HE!?" he screamed out.

The demons were scared now. Spike was a master vampire who'd learned to dig for that power that ran through his blood from his place in the line of Aurelius. He was raging now... truly pissed. There were vampires and demons running away now that they knew their protection was gone. They did not want to be stuck with a brassed off master vampire and slayer. Spike grabbed for a demon, snapping its neck then throwing it against the wall where the door had once been before it closed off with a magic portal. Blood ran down the wall as the body slid down. Club goers were running now, heading for the hills you could say...it was clearing out mighty quick. Not that it mattered.

He'd kept his head down after he'd thrown that last demon, his dark brown leather jacket covered in dust, his jeans smeared with little droplets of blood, his fists slightly bloodied. Finally after a long silent pause, the music dead now for the most part, he looked up and set that steely gaze on Buffy for the first time in two years. She was so radiant still, so alive. She looked beautiful… and older. Not a little girl anymore... even though he'd lived for soddin' ever, knowing her for the last 8 years was like living a whole lifetime in itself. He looked into those hazel eyes and saw so much wisdom and knowledge.

She was going to hit him, wasn't she? Probably.

Swallowing hard, he spoke roughly, his thick British accent almost gravely because he felt like his throat was closed off.

"...'ello, cutie."

He then gave her a little half smile, then looked around the now empty club, save for the few bouncers who eyed them warily, afraid to step any closer. On the floor all around them were bodies, dust, blood, and more bodies. Tilting his head, he looked up and realized there were even a few bodies they must have thrown up into the catwalks and lights. Finally he looked back at her. Yeah. They still had it.


Buffy point of view

What surprised Buffy was that Spike seemed really angry that The Immortal had escaped. It didn't exactly click that Spike was fighting the demons to get to The Immortal before. But that wasn't surprising. She had thought Spike was dead. Spike WAS dead. Seeing him was enough to push all other thoughts from her mind.

Buffy's mind was still lingering on the whole 'hallucination' theory. It seemed almost impossible that Spike was there.

WHERE IS HE?

Oh yeah... The Immortal. Buffy almost forgot about him. She glanced back at the wall, glaring hatefully at it. He had escaped. Buffy couldn't help but think that she could have gotten to him... If it weren't for a certain someone. Who... was alive?

She now had two thoughts running through her head, unsure of which one to address. Spike was alive, and The Immortal had gotten away. Buffy heard Spike speak, and decided to go with the first. She turned to face him, and looked him over. He looked real enough... He sounded real enough...

"Spike... what happened?" Buffy said, frowning, trying to work out what could have happened. Was he reincarnated? It wasn't exactly a natural death. So maybe he was? A spell like Willow did? No... there was nothing of him to bring back... No body to make alive again. Was there some sort of... body re-creation spell?

"How are you... how are you here?"

She knew she should be trying to find The Immortal. Find him, attack him, and kill him. But she couldn't bring herself to leave without knowing what happened. If Spike was alive... After everything he did for Buffy and the others...

Buffy was trying to decide on whether to hug him now, or wait till he finished explaining. A part of her was worried that if she touched him, he'd disappear. Or that it would be over-stepping her bounds in some way. Scare him off. Though Spike was not the type of person to be scared.

Wait... was he still a vampire? Did he still have a soul? Was he human?

Buffy had so many questions running through her mind, forcing herself to wait until he spoke. If she started, they'd just keep coming, and coming, and coming.


Spike point of view

Spike... what happened?

That was the age old question, wasn't it?

He shoved his hands in his pockets, ducking his head down and cocking it slightly while trying to think of exactly what he could tell her. He opened his mouth to start explaining when a demon lying at his feet grabbed his leg and began to utter out and moan something he couldn't quite understand. Glaring he yanked his leg free, then kicked the demon.

"HEY! I'm trying to talk here! Shut your trap, you lanky little croonie!"

He gave Buffy an embarrassed look, then adjusted his aviators jacket and shoved his hands back in his pockets again. He opened his mouth to say something, then shut it, then made a gesture with his hand that said he was TRYING to find the right thing to say... then just looked up at her square in the eyes.

"Just call it a third chance to live. I... can't quite completely explain where I've been..." he looked around the club at the destruction they'd caused. "Especially not here... but... let's just say I had a very big hand in what happened in Los Angeles two years ago."

He tilted his head as she eyed his body with confusion and he could see through her eyes what was going on in her mind.

"I can assure you... I'm as real as they come, pet. In the flesh. Now I am, thankfully."

He furrowed his brows then, remembering why he was here...and who she had been recently dating. He clenched up his jaw slightly, getting an irritated look on his face.

"Sorry to crash your sweetybear's party. If I didn't know better, I coulda sworn I just saw you fighting your little boyfriend's demons and slayers. Interesting. Fight all your boyfriends friends all the time?"

He stepped over a few demons to make his way to the bar just a few feet away. Giving the bartender a look that said you gonna try and stop me?, he reached for a bottle of beer and popped the cap, taking a refreshing gulp from it. Sighing, he looked around the club scene then back to Buffy.

"Oh quit lookin' at me like you've never seen somebody come back from beyond the grave before, love, or should I mention Angel? You, even?" He leaned against the bar, conflicted in his mind and heart...and soul... he was in love with this girl and he also hated her. How dare she go from someone like him, who constantly strived to be a good man she could love to an evil heartless dick like the Immortal.

Oh he was going to have a blast picking at her about this.

"So I'm a professional bounty hunter and detective. I go seek down baddies for money. The Immortal is just a personal vendetta. I see you've decided to start sleeping with evil vampires again? Boy you ARE attracted to the dark side aren't ya?"

And no.. he did not know she was no longer with the Immortal, but instead actually was trying to kill him. Spike was a smart fella... just not all too bright sometimes.


End of chapter 2! Hope you liked it.

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