A/N: Here is the final chapter of the first 'Episode' of my new series. Big thank you's to all of my reviewers, I'm so glad ya'll are enjoying this.
Chapter Two
Spike stayed out all night walking around town. Almost every thing he looked at brought images of a time yet to come. Was he losing his mind? Were these the kinds of things that Drusilla saw when she had her visions?
As he approached the factory, he realized how hungry he was. Earlier, he had tried to eat someone, but couldn't bring himself to hurt them. It had to be related to these weird visions.
Spike planned on going to bed for the day. Perhaps tonight he'd feel better.
A loud crash sounded from inside the building. What was going on?
He rushed inside to see Drusilla ranting and raving. She was running around destroying everything she could get her hands on.
"Dru! Calm down, pet." Spike called, grabbing her and pulling her to him.
The mad vampiress let out an awful shriek and threw herself away from him. Spike looked at her in surprise as she glared up at him from the ground.
"You stink! It's tainted you, my boy, my Spike!!!" she broke into hysterical sobs.
"What is it, luv? What's upset you so much? Why won't you let me touch you?" Spike asked as she ducked away from his out reached arm.
"You! You're not him! I see your filthy soul. Stop looking at me. Stop it!!" she screamed, and then exploded in a cloud of dust.
Spike fell to his knees, staring at the dust in pure shock.
"You knew it was coming. She was dying before you came here." Spike looked up to see the child-vampire that was the current leader.
He got a sudden vision of the brat in a cage being hoisted up into the sunlight.
He grinned.
***
Buffy walked across the graveyard, lost in thought. What an exhausting day! Parent-teacher night had gone pretty well all things considered. She hadn't had to deal with anything supernatural, and she'd kept herself so busy that the few visions she did have were easy to ignore.
After Joyce had come back from her talk with Snyder, Buffy had thought she'd be grounded for the rest of her life. But surprisingly, Ms. Calendar had pulled Joyce aside, and talked to her about a new 'study group' that she and the librarian, Mr. Giles, we're putting together. So, the bad news, Buffy was grounded until her next report card that showed improvement. The good news was that she would be allowed to attend the 'study group' everyday after school, so the sneaking out could be kept to a minimum.
The thing that concerned her the most was Spike. Who was he really? From the few visions she'd had about him she knew two things. First he was an amazing lover. She blushed along with that thought. She was sixteen and still a virgin, but she could remember doing things with him she'd never thought of before. Second, he was a vampire.
Buffy came to an abrupt halt when she saw him. The man/vampire she hadn't been able to stop thinking about. He was standing over a new grave, a red rose in his hand.
Seeing him hurting touched something deep inside her, and before she realized what she was doing she had placed her hand in his.
Spike looked down at their joined hands, and then up at her.
"You're a vampire." She stated.
"With a soul." He responded.
"What, did those gypsies curse you too?" It came out a little harsher than she'd meant.
"No. I fought for it. Nearly got myself killed." He got a far away look in his eyes as he tried to remember.
"Why?"
"I'm not sure, but I think it was for you."
Buffy dropped his hand and took a step back.
"Why do I remember you even though we've never met?" Spike asked her, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
Buffy got another flash of them having sex.
"I…I don't know what you're talking about." She stammered and turned to leave.
Spike grabbed her arm.
"Oh yeah?" he smirked, before pulling her against him and claiming her mouth with his own.
Buffy didn't even try to get away, losing herself in his kiss.
Mouths and hands roamed, they each knew exactly how to inflame the other. Buffy and Spike may not have known each other, but their bodies did.
Buffy pulled away gasping for breath.
"Angel?" she asked.
The blonde vampire frowned at her.
"No, Spike." He corrected, pointing to himself.
A second later he was on the ground, Angel on top of him.
"Hello Spike." Angel growled.
"Get off of me you big ponce!" Spike yelled, trying to get away.
Angel pulled out a stake and raised it over his head.
"Goodbye Spike." He said.
"No Angel! Please stop!" Buffy cried, grabbing hold of Angel and pulling him off of Spike.
Angel looked at her in astonishment.
"But Buffy, he's evil." Angel protested.
"I love him." She said, more sure of that than she'd ever been of anything.
"You don't know him."
"I remember him, I can't explain it Angel, but you can't kill him. He has a soul. He's like you."
"Hey! I'm not like him! Don't ever say that again." Spike declared jumping to his feet and dusting himself off.
The three made their way to Angel's apartment. It was late, or early, and sunrise was just a few hours away.
Buffy and Spike made themselves comfortable on the sofa, while Angel went to get Spike a cup of blood.
The next few hours were spent trying to make sense of everything that was happening to them. Angel finally gave up trying to understand and went to bed.
Buffy stood up and stretched.
"If I leave now, I'll have just enough time to shower before school." She announced.
She headed toward the door, but hesitated before turning the knob. She was reluctant to leave.
"You and Angel need to come to the library as soon as it's dark. We'll have to try and explain all this to Giles and everyone else." She said.
Spike stood up and sauntered to the door. She willingly stepped into his embrace, marveling at the peace it gave her.
"You could stay with me today." He said his hands beginning to roam to places Buffy had never been touched before.
She gasped and stepped away from him.
"Stop that! I have to go to school. I'll see you tonight."
She quickly pecked him on the cheek and rushed out the door, before he could stop her.
***
The day dragged by, but Buffy did her best to pay attention. She was especially proud of the 89 she made on the pop-quiz in history. She stuffed it in her bag, glad she had something good to show her mother.
Finally, the sun set and the gang was gathered in the library. She and Spike took turns recounting their visions, excluding any bedroom ones, while Willow wrote them down, as Buffy had lost the notebook Giles had given her.
They were surprised by a visit from Joyce, who brought fresh cookies and kool-aide to show support for their 'study group'.
"Willow? Now I know you don't need help studying." Joyce said, eyeing the group suspiciously.
"No, uh, Angel and I are here to help out in a tutor capacity." Willow responded, nervously.
"Okay, well I'm headed back to the gallery. We have a new exhibit opening tomorrow and I still have a lot to get done."
Joyce gave Buffy a kiss on the forehead.
"There's some sandwich stuff in the refrigerator for dinner."
"Okay, bye mom." Buffy called as Joyce waved to the group and left.
Everyone sighed in relief.
Buffy turned to look at Spike who had a funny expression on his face.
"What is it?" she asked him.
"I just got another vision." He said.
Everyone turned to listen.
"It was of your mum, in the future. She was telling us that we'd be sent back in time to fix something that we'd messed up. Six years, she said."
There was silence as that sunk in.
"Wow." Xander said, speaking for the first time since Spike and Angel had arrived.
"Yes, I suppose that makes as much sense as anything." Giles said, absentmindedly cleaning his glasses.
"But why can't we remember everything? How are we supposed to fix something, if we don't know what it is?" Buffy asked.
"I doubt your minds could have handled everything at once, Buffy. I'm sure that you'll remember what you need to know in time. You may have already changed things enough." Giles told them.
"We haven't changed anything yet." Buffy protested.
"Haven't we?" Spike asked, "I mean, if I didn't have a soul, we'd be enemies, right?"
"That's right, and …" Willow began rambling her theories.
Angel motioned for Buffy to join him behind the stacks.
Spike sent her a look when she stood up, but she patted his shoulder reassuringly, and he turned back to Willow.
For the first time, Buffy realized how hurt Angel must be since all of this happened.
"Are you sure that you want to be with Spike?" Angel asked her.
"I'm sorry Angel, but I think that whatever happens with you and me, ends. I haven't had any visions of you in the future, and I'm starting to think that you're not going to be around."
As she spoke the last small glimmer of hope faded from his eyes.
"I think it might be best if you just left." She said, as kindly as she could.
"Where should I go?" he asked her.
"Um, LA."
"LA? Why?"
"I don't know, you're the one who chose it, or will choose it." She responded with a small smile.
"If you ever need me, for anything…"
"I know. Thank you."
She hugged him and watched him slip out the back door.
***
"Bed, sweet bed!" Buffy exclaimed as she finally got to crawl beneath the covers.
She hadn't slept in over 48 hours, and was more than ready to make up for lost time. As she snuggled up to her pillow she felt arms encircle her waist, and sighed in pure bliss.
Spike was a little disappointed when she immediately fell asleep, but then realized that they had plenty of time. He felt more content now than he could ever remember being in the past. He couldn't wait to see what the future would bring.
The End.
A/N: Okay, so now that the story-line is set-up, most of the 'episodes' are going to be pretty light-hearted and hopefully funny. And I may skip around. Like the next one I'm working on is a Christmas story, and I also have an idea about one where Buffy brings Spike to meet her mother as her new boyfriend, and everything gets so screwed up that they end up telling Joyce everything. I'm thinking of combining the two. I will probably be going back and forth between years to. So, if something isn't clear, pls let me know!
BTW, Spike did kill the annoying one, along with all the other vampires that were living in the factory. Look for the first part of the Christmas story some time this weekend.
