Author: Hope
Title: Family
Summary: Angel stumbles upon a strange young girl in LA and when he sends her to live with Buffy in Sunnydale, strange ties between her and Spike are revealed. More spike/buffy to come.
Rating: Prolly get up to PG-13
Disclaimer: Alas, Joss is a hog and doesn't like to share his toys. Hope is mine tho.
Feedback: Yes!! Please!! Tis my first fic.
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Author's Note: Spike was a vampire when he met Hope, she just refered to him as 'William' and not Spike.
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Hope and Spike stared at each other, neither saying a word. Buffy cleared her throat. "Hello? Earth to Spike." She waved her hand in front of his face. Her eyes shifted to Hope as the teen stood. She looked at Spike with watery eyes, then straightened. "I'll be home in a little bit Buffy."
"Hope, I don't think......"
"Please?" she asked quietly.
"I'll watch her." Spike assured Buffy, still not looking away from Hope.
Buffy looked between the two, confused. "Whatever." She said raising her hands in defeat. "Don't be too late, okay?" Hope nodded and watched as Buffy walked away. She'd have seom explaining to do when she got back.
"Hope." Spike said quietly. She stared at him. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously. "I guess we should talk."
"Yeah, I guess."
He sighed and looked around. "Come on pet, we'll go back to my crypt and chat there." He began to walk further into the cemetary.
She snorted, "Don't call me pet." She didn't see it, but a pained look crossed his face. They walked in silence, Hope staying a good distance behind her sire. He led the way into the dank crypt and lit a few candles. She stood near the doorway. He fell onto his couch.
"You can sit, you know."
"I'm fine." she snapped back.
He looked at her, she was shaking. His face softened. "Please? I won't bite, promise."
She looked at him skeptically before marching over and sitting in the old chair furthest away from him. Her eyes fell to the floor.
"How'd you find me?" he asked quietly.
She snorted and looked up. "Find you? Find you! I didn't find you, I stopped looking years ago!!"
"Then why are you here? You just happened to move to Sunnydale? Not bloody likely."
"Angel sent me."
"Peaches? What does he have to do with this?"
She shook her head. "He was the closest thing to you I could find. I gave up looking for you when the gov.... well, when I got a pulse."
He smirked at her, "I was wonderin how that came about. S'not everyday a vamp wakes up with a heartbeat."
She smiled, "I guess not."
"So how did that happen?"
"You wouldn't believe me."
"Try me." he said quickly.
She chuckled. "The government. And a heartbeats not the only thing I got."
"What else did you leave with, pet?" He smiled whe she didn't object to the nickname.
"Demon parts. Well, not parts, genes. They made me into like 'Franken- demon'"
He cocked an eyebrow at her, "Did this government operation have a name?"
She shrugged.
"The Initiative?"
"That might have been it, why?"
He leaned back, "Bloody hell..."
"That's gettin old."
"Sorry luv."
"So why's it matter to you?"
"Let's just say they screwed with my head." She looked at him, confused. "Literally." he added.
"Small world." she stated.
"Yeah."
They sat there for awhile, silent. Hope twidling with the ring on her thumb and Spike playing with a match.
"I'm sorry." Spike said, breaking the silence.
The red head took a deep breath and cover her face with her hands. She leaned back into the worn cushions of the chair. "I know...."
"It wasn't my idea to leave like that. I wanted to take you, but Dru..."
"Dru didn't want me around, didn't want you to take me." she said coldly, growing aggrivated. She stood, fresh tears welling in her eyes "Like she didn't want you to protect the little beaten girl, like she didn't want you to turn me. God William! It's not like you listened to her before! Why the Hell did you have to start then?!" Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I was twelve when you turned me Will. Twelve! How the Hell easy did you think it would be for me to fend for myself?! You would have been doing me a favor if you'd have staked me before you left!! You took me away from from my parents, and I'm thankful for that, but then you left. I had nothing, Will, nothing!!"
He took an unneeded breath and stood. "Look, I said I was sorry, alright? What else do you want me to bloody do?! Go back in time and change it?! Sorry, Luv. It's over and done with. There's nothing I can bloody do abou' it!!"
Her eyes grew wide as he shouted at her. He was mad? He never got mad at her. Ever. "You're not William." she said softly, shaking her head and falling to her knees. He watched as she sank to the floor and cried.
"Shit." He knelt down in front of her. "I'm not William, pet, never was. At least not when I knew you. I was always Spike. Always will be." he said softly. She continued to sit on the floor, tears streaming down her face. She had given up on him, thought of every possible reason to hate him because she was sure she'd never see him again, but here he was, wanting forgiveness. She jumped when she felt his cool hand on her shoulder. She looked into his eyes.
"I missed you...." she whispered. Falling into his arms sobbing. He sat with her wrapped in his arms, gently stroking her hair.
"S'all right now Luv, shhh."
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Spike stared at the girl sleeping on his couch. She had fallen asleep as he held her. She was so different from when he had left her, yet she was still the same lost little girl he had met almost fifty years ago. He shook his head and grabbed a bottle of brandy from the table. Swigging from, he reached into his coat pocket and produced a cell phone. He punched in Buffy's number.
"Hello." Buffy answered.
"Hey sweetheart." Spike said cockily.
"Haha. Where's she at?"
"Asleep on my couch. You want me to bring her your way?"
Buffy thought for a minute. "No, I'll be over to get her in the morning. Don't wake her."
"You sure pet?"
"Yeah. What was up with you and her? I have a feeling I was missing something."
"I'll fill you in tomorrow, scout's honor. You sound tired, get some sleep."
"Yeah, fine." She said "And Spike..."
"Yeah pet?"
"Don't try anything."
"I'm not that bloody perverted."
"Just making sure."
"Sweetdreams luv."
"Goodnight Spike."
He hung up the phone and stared at it. Had they just had a civilized conversation? //One for the record books// he thought. He stood and looked back down at Hope. She looked so peaceful, even though her eyes were swollen and red from crying. He brushed a small piece of hair from her face. She stirred.
"Shh, go back to sleep, pet." He said gently, picking her up. She curled against his cold body. He sighed and carried he carefully down to the lower level. He walked over to a small double bed, the only thing he had been able to get down here since Buffy and Captain Cardboard had blown the rest of his stuff to bits. He placed her gently on the matress and pulled the deep red blankets over her. "G'night pet." he said before heading back up. He grabbed the bottle of brandy and took a swig before laying back on the couch and falling asleep.
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"Spike!!" Buffy shouted, pounding on his door. He opened it and smirked.
"Since when do you knock?"
"Shutup Spike. Where is she?"
He nodded to the ladder. "Downstairs, she's still asleep."
"Good. We can talk then." she replied, walking in and sitting on the couch. He plopped down next to her and out his mouth by her ear.
"And by talk, you mean...." he whispered.
"You're a pig Spike." she said, staring at him.
He shrugged and backed off, "It was worth a shot."
"How do you know her?"
"Noisy lil bugger, ain't you?" He grinned, but Buffy's face remained expressionless. "Loosen up luv, I'm just havin a lil fun. Anyway, what exactly do you know about her?"
Buffy shrugged. "Not much. She grew up in NY, moved to LA, stayed with Angel, then came here. Oh, and that her parents were dead." she nodded.
"She tell you how they died?"
"No."
His eyes fell on hers, "She killed 'em. Well, me an' her killed em."
"Very funny chip boy. I want the truth."
He looked at her, his face showing her he was serious. "How?" she asked quietly. His chip had stopped working completely?
He saw her expression and chuckled. "It still works Slayer. We did this a long while ago. Almost fifty years ago...."
"What?"
"She's not human Buffy. I turned her in 1954. She was a vampire. An evil blood sucking monster, just like me. From what she said Commando Boy's little friends fucked with her too and brought her back to life, as well as sticking her with some lil extras."
"But she's not a demon now, right?"
He shook his head, "Not completely. She said that they loaded her with demon genes. I'm guessing she's alot stronger than me or you know."
Buffy looked at him, dumbfounded. "Oh, Angel is so dead!" she said, standing and heading for the door.
"Buffy! Where are you going?" he said grabbing her arm and spinning her to face him.
"Telling Angel he can come pick her up. I'm not dealing with another of the Initiative's monstrosities around here. Adam was enough to last me for a long while." She made to leave again but he caught her arms and this time didn't let go.
"What about me Slayer? Am i just one of their little toys too?"
She glared at him, "They stopped you from killing. She was created to kill."
"I don't bloody care what she was created for! She's nothing like Adam. Adam was a monster Buffy. She's just a lost little girl...." Buffy stared past him. He turned to see Hope standing at the top of the ladder, fresh tears in her eyes. All the emotions she had kept hidden for years were pouring out in one day.
"Hope, I..." Buffy started. She just sneered and push her way between the two and took off through the cemetary.
Spike turned and faced Buffy, "Don't send her away, Buffy. Please?'
"Why do you care so much? She's not a vampire anymore."
"I cared about that girl before I turned her Buffy. Her parents used to beat the living shit out of her. And when they weren't hitting her they were completely ignoring her." He looked to the ground, "She reminded me of me as a kid. I wanted to save her."
Buffy looked at him. His parents had abused him? She suddenly had this pang of gult for all the times she had hit him. She felt cruel, heartless. She sighed and to his amazement she gave him a hug. "I'm sorry," She whispered i his ear before turning and walking out of the crypt.
TBC
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Lalala. Review! Review! Review! Tell me if I should keep going or not!!
Title: Family
Summary: Angel stumbles upon a strange young girl in LA and when he sends her to live with Buffy in Sunnydale, strange ties between her and Spike are revealed. More spike/buffy to come.
Rating: Prolly get up to PG-13
Disclaimer: Alas, Joss is a hog and doesn't like to share his toys. Hope is mine tho.
Feedback: Yes!! Please!! Tis my first fic.
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Author's Note: Spike was a vampire when he met Hope, she just refered to him as 'William' and not Spike.
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Hope and Spike stared at each other, neither saying a word. Buffy cleared her throat. "Hello? Earth to Spike." She waved her hand in front of his face. Her eyes shifted to Hope as the teen stood. She looked at Spike with watery eyes, then straightened. "I'll be home in a little bit Buffy."
"Hope, I don't think......"
"Please?" she asked quietly.
"I'll watch her." Spike assured Buffy, still not looking away from Hope.
Buffy looked between the two, confused. "Whatever." She said raising her hands in defeat. "Don't be too late, okay?" Hope nodded and watched as Buffy walked away. She'd have seom explaining to do when she got back.
"Hope." Spike said quietly. She stared at him. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously. "I guess we should talk."
"Yeah, I guess."
He sighed and looked around. "Come on pet, we'll go back to my crypt and chat there." He began to walk further into the cemetary.
She snorted, "Don't call me pet." She didn't see it, but a pained look crossed his face. They walked in silence, Hope staying a good distance behind her sire. He led the way into the dank crypt and lit a few candles. She stood near the doorway. He fell onto his couch.
"You can sit, you know."
"I'm fine." she snapped back.
He looked at her, she was shaking. His face softened. "Please? I won't bite, promise."
She looked at him skeptically before marching over and sitting in the old chair furthest away from him. Her eyes fell to the floor.
"How'd you find me?" he asked quietly.
She snorted and looked up. "Find you? Find you! I didn't find you, I stopped looking years ago!!"
"Then why are you here? You just happened to move to Sunnydale? Not bloody likely."
"Angel sent me."
"Peaches? What does he have to do with this?"
She shook her head. "He was the closest thing to you I could find. I gave up looking for you when the gov.... well, when I got a pulse."
He smirked at her, "I was wonderin how that came about. S'not everyday a vamp wakes up with a heartbeat."
She smiled, "I guess not."
"So how did that happen?"
"You wouldn't believe me."
"Try me." he said quickly.
She chuckled. "The government. And a heartbeats not the only thing I got."
"What else did you leave with, pet?" He smiled whe she didn't object to the nickname.
"Demon parts. Well, not parts, genes. They made me into like 'Franken- demon'"
He cocked an eyebrow at her, "Did this government operation have a name?"
She shrugged.
"The Initiative?"
"That might have been it, why?"
He leaned back, "Bloody hell..."
"That's gettin old."
"Sorry luv."
"So why's it matter to you?"
"Let's just say they screwed with my head." She looked at him, confused. "Literally." he added.
"Small world." she stated.
"Yeah."
They sat there for awhile, silent. Hope twidling with the ring on her thumb and Spike playing with a match.
"I'm sorry." Spike said, breaking the silence.
The red head took a deep breath and cover her face with her hands. She leaned back into the worn cushions of the chair. "I know...."
"It wasn't my idea to leave like that. I wanted to take you, but Dru..."
"Dru didn't want me around, didn't want you to take me." she said coldly, growing aggrivated. She stood, fresh tears welling in her eyes "Like she didn't want you to protect the little beaten girl, like she didn't want you to turn me. God William! It's not like you listened to her before! Why the Hell did you have to start then?!" Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I was twelve when you turned me Will. Twelve! How the Hell easy did you think it would be for me to fend for myself?! You would have been doing me a favor if you'd have staked me before you left!! You took me away from from my parents, and I'm thankful for that, but then you left. I had nothing, Will, nothing!!"
He took an unneeded breath and stood. "Look, I said I was sorry, alright? What else do you want me to bloody do?! Go back in time and change it?! Sorry, Luv. It's over and done with. There's nothing I can bloody do abou' it!!"
Her eyes grew wide as he shouted at her. He was mad? He never got mad at her. Ever. "You're not William." she said softly, shaking her head and falling to her knees. He watched as she sank to the floor and cried.
"Shit." He knelt down in front of her. "I'm not William, pet, never was. At least not when I knew you. I was always Spike. Always will be." he said softly. She continued to sit on the floor, tears streaming down her face. She had given up on him, thought of every possible reason to hate him because she was sure she'd never see him again, but here he was, wanting forgiveness. She jumped when she felt his cool hand on her shoulder. She looked into his eyes.
"I missed you...." she whispered. Falling into his arms sobbing. He sat with her wrapped in his arms, gently stroking her hair.
"S'all right now Luv, shhh."
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Spike stared at the girl sleeping on his couch. She had fallen asleep as he held her. She was so different from when he had left her, yet she was still the same lost little girl he had met almost fifty years ago. He shook his head and grabbed a bottle of brandy from the table. Swigging from, he reached into his coat pocket and produced a cell phone. He punched in Buffy's number.
"Hello." Buffy answered.
"Hey sweetheart." Spike said cockily.
"Haha. Where's she at?"
"Asleep on my couch. You want me to bring her your way?"
Buffy thought for a minute. "No, I'll be over to get her in the morning. Don't wake her."
"You sure pet?"
"Yeah. What was up with you and her? I have a feeling I was missing something."
"I'll fill you in tomorrow, scout's honor. You sound tired, get some sleep."
"Yeah, fine." She said "And Spike..."
"Yeah pet?"
"Don't try anything."
"I'm not that bloody perverted."
"Just making sure."
"Sweetdreams luv."
"Goodnight Spike."
He hung up the phone and stared at it. Had they just had a civilized conversation? //One for the record books// he thought. He stood and looked back down at Hope. She looked so peaceful, even though her eyes were swollen and red from crying. He brushed a small piece of hair from her face. She stirred.
"Shh, go back to sleep, pet." He said gently, picking her up. She curled against his cold body. He sighed and carried he carefully down to the lower level. He walked over to a small double bed, the only thing he had been able to get down here since Buffy and Captain Cardboard had blown the rest of his stuff to bits. He placed her gently on the matress and pulled the deep red blankets over her. "G'night pet." he said before heading back up. He grabbed the bottle of brandy and took a swig before laying back on the couch and falling asleep.
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"Spike!!" Buffy shouted, pounding on his door. He opened it and smirked.
"Since when do you knock?"
"Shutup Spike. Where is she?"
He nodded to the ladder. "Downstairs, she's still asleep."
"Good. We can talk then." she replied, walking in and sitting on the couch. He plopped down next to her and out his mouth by her ear.
"And by talk, you mean...." he whispered.
"You're a pig Spike." she said, staring at him.
He shrugged and backed off, "It was worth a shot."
"How do you know her?"
"Noisy lil bugger, ain't you?" He grinned, but Buffy's face remained expressionless. "Loosen up luv, I'm just havin a lil fun. Anyway, what exactly do you know about her?"
Buffy shrugged. "Not much. She grew up in NY, moved to LA, stayed with Angel, then came here. Oh, and that her parents were dead." she nodded.
"She tell you how they died?"
"No."
His eyes fell on hers, "She killed 'em. Well, me an' her killed em."
"Very funny chip boy. I want the truth."
He looked at her, his face showing her he was serious. "How?" she asked quietly. His chip had stopped working completely?
He saw her expression and chuckled. "It still works Slayer. We did this a long while ago. Almost fifty years ago...."
"What?"
"She's not human Buffy. I turned her in 1954. She was a vampire. An evil blood sucking monster, just like me. From what she said Commando Boy's little friends fucked with her too and brought her back to life, as well as sticking her with some lil extras."
"But she's not a demon now, right?"
He shook his head, "Not completely. She said that they loaded her with demon genes. I'm guessing she's alot stronger than me or you know."
Buffy looked at him, dumbfounded. "Oh, Angel is so dead!" she said, standing and heading for the door.
"Buffy! Where are you going?" he said grabbing her arm and spinning her to face him.
"Telling Angel he can come pick her up. I'm not dealing with another of the Initiative's monstrosities around here. Adam was enough to last me for a long while." She made to leave again but he caught her arms and this time didn't let go.
"What about me Slayer? Am i just one of their little toys too?"
She glared at him, "They stopped you from killing. She was created to kill."
"I don't bloody care what she was created for! She's nothing like Adam. Adam was a monster Buffy. She's just a lost little girl...." Buffy stared past him. He turned to see Hope standing at the top of the ladder, fresh tears in her eyes. All the emotions she had kept hidden for years were pouring out in one day.
"Hope, I..." Buffy started. She just sneered and push her way between the two and took off through the cemetary.
Spike turned and faced Buffy, "Don't send her away, Buffy. Please?'
"Why do you care so much? She's not a vampire anymore."
"I cared about that girl before I turned her Buffy. Her parents used to beat the living shit out of her. And when they weren't hitting her they were completely ignoring her." He looked to the ground, "She reminded me of me as a kid. I wanted to save her."
Buffy looked at him. His parents had abused him? She suddenly had this pang of gult for all the times she had hit him. She felt cruel, heartless. She sighed and to his amazement she gave him a hug. "I'm sorry," She whispered i his ear before turning and walking out of the crypt.
TBC
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