BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER

DARK REFLECTIONS

CHAPTER SEVEN: GHOSTS FROM YESTERDAY

AN: Hopefully I can update as much as possible. I've been real busy and can't promise that i can update like i did for Destiny, in which i did 20 chapters in about a month, but i should be able to squeeze a chapter for each fanfic at least once every two weeks.

Spike angrily walked back and forth throughout his crypt. He couldn't believe the nerve of Giles, to wake him up, threaten him with a stake to the chest ( which might not even kill him now) and demand answers as to why his Slayer had a bleedin' bite mark on his neck. As if it was any of Spike's business. He softened up, realizing that in some weird way it was. Daniel could of attacked, treated him like he would to any other vampire, but instead rebelled against his Watcher by defending him when no one else did. Not even the Slayer... he thought. Female one anyway.

He's my soddin' friend... he thought. I'm gettin' soft in my age. Friends with one Slayer, and a romantic interest in the other. Romantic interest couldn't really cover what he felt for Buffy. He betrayed his kind and stayed at her side, was tortured by a god until he nearly dusted, protected the Nibblet, watched over her while Buffy was dead. And when she came back he was there for her, always understanding her and never expected anything from her. He slepted with her for months and after nearly raping her, he went to Africa to find a bloody soul. What hadn't he given up for her?

Yet in her eyes, the bad that he had done had outweighed the good. Not that he deserved forgiveness for anything he ever done to her and her soddin' Scoobies, but she still pretended to actually feel something for the vampire. That hurt more than the loveless sex they had for months. The thought the she actually cared for him, while realizing that she truly didn't hurt above all. He was glad that he gave up on her in the abandoned church. He realized that even with a soul, that no matter what he gave for her, he would never be good enough in her eyes. Angel had left a shadow so large that it shunned any others that attempted to step out.

Captain Cardboard knew it. He should of been everything that Buffy wanted in a normal life, yet not man enough for her. The impression that Angel left had indeed haunted her to this day. He damned his grandsire for ever leaving her, for ever losing his soul and causing Spike to ever have formed an alliance with the Slayer. But when he truly thought about it, he didn't regret it. Because while he was guilt ridden now, and burderned with a soul, the love that he had for her outweighed every horrible thing that happened to him in Sunnydale.

He loved her, and nothing could change that.

McDonalds

Daniel sat there eating his Steak Bagel in silence. Xander sat across from him eating a breakfast burrito. The two hadn't spoken much, but it wasn't due to being uncomfortable around each other. You ever get drunk and not really eat? You just pass out hungry to begin with and the next morning you're like 'What the fuck?'. That's how Xander and Daniel were feeling. They had no real time for small talk. They tore into their breakfast until they were satisfied. Daniel grabbed his orange juice and began sipping on it. Xander look up at the sound of a familiar, shrill voice.

'Can you believe the nerve of that bitch?" Anya said to Halfrek. The two vengeance demons walked in, about to order some breakfast as well. Xander coughed, spittle flying in the air, which Daniel hastily ducked.

'Damn Harris, you making me do the Matrix and shit over here to avoid that." He said, not angrily, but a little edgy. "Next time let a brother know before firing away."

Xander completely ignored him. "Anya." He said out loud. She turned around and faced him, while Hallie took a good look at the new Slayer.

"Xander, the former master of multiple orgasms." She snapped at him. He winced and Daniel bent over laughing.

"Anya, please cut off the sarcasm." He replied.

She walked over to him. ''Who says I'm being sarcastic?" She asked, sitting at their table. She glanced over at Daniel testily. "Hi, I'm Anyanka. I'm Xander's ex girlfriend, he left me at the altar. Great man isn't he?" She smiled, beaming her pearly whites.

Daniel had a horrified look on his face, before bursting into some more snickers. "It's not funny. Trust me you get up to the altar and think, 'Wow, my life's just gonna get better' and then you're there in your white dress only to be dumped by a drunken groom. I don't find that too amusing, do you?" She shrieked. Hallie excused herself and went to order.

"Whose that?" Daniel asked, forming thoughts he shouldn't.

"Oh. Halfrek. She's big on orgasms, but she's a vengeance demon, you piss her off and vuala goes your penis." She replied.

"Never mind." All thoughts of getting Halfrek in doggie style position where replaced with her making a Houdini of his dick. Not happening bitch... It's all good, Halfreak or whateva her name was happened to be a little too pasty in the face. Pilsbury Dough Girl... ha, as if.

"She's a great girl, just don't piss her off!" Anya snapped.

"I can imagine, but I'm not top ranked in the committment area.'' Daniel Nieves replied, pulling a Newport out of his pocket. "But I guess Xander isn't either." He said, snickering a little, only to recieve a sharp kick to the legs from the carpenter. "You still functional?" He joked.

"Don't give Anya any ideas, you bastard."

"I heard that!" Anya said shrieked.

"It was a pleasure to meet you Anyanka, but now I have to go smoke, so I'll meet you outside Xander..." He trailed off, standing up and headed out the door.

"He's cute ya know..."

"Anya!" Xander protested.

Hours later

Buffy's house

Daniel parked his brand new 2003 Ford Cobra GT into Buffy's block, right behind Xander's car. He stepped out of the car, pulling once more on his cigarette before tossing it out in the middle of the street. He saw Spike smoking, so he pulled out another cigarette out of the green and white box and lit it. He walked up to the porch wher Spike was sitting on the steps and took a seat with him.

"What's up Spike?" He said, blowing some smoke in the air, watching as it clouded up and drift off into the air. Spike's eyes swiveled at him, and smirked.

"I got in trouble 'cos of you.'' He replied, blowing his smoke out in the air as well.

"Giles.'' Daniel said shortly and Spike nodded. "He gave me this whole sermon earlier and I let him know. Did you really sprain his wrist?" Daniel asked.

"That was just a nick, I should of done worse to the git.' Spike retorted.

'Hey, I'm not blaming you, I was wondering, I haven't gotten into any violence today and I'm mad I missed it." He said, smiling.

"Don't blame you. I like the Cobra." He mentioned.

"Thanks. Hey you wanna go find some vamps to kill later on tonight, with the exception of present party?" He asked.

'I'm not sure If I'm up for a bloody patrol today.'' Spike replied, flicking ash into the steps.

"I'm not sure I wanna patrol with Xander or Giles. Wouldn't be of too much help, Giles might throw a book at them while Xander would dust them with his carpenter skills and jokes.'' He cracked and Spike had to laugh.

"You're probably right too." Spike agreed.

The two of them were about to step inside when Buffy and Giles stepped out onto the porch as well. Daniel had been in the process of pulling his flask of Hennessy out, but he wasn't about to listen to another one of Giles' boring sermons. "Done with your speech pet?" Spike asked.

Buffy looked at him and wasn't sure how to answer that question. Instead she said, "I got to talk to you Spike."

"Giles action figure and stake included, 'cos if so, not interested love." Spike replied.

"No, Giles and Daniel were about to head in, right?" She glared at the two of them.

Daniel and Giles took the hint and headed inside. "What do you wanna talk about?" Spike asked, not looking into her eyes.. She sat down next to him, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Spike, I meant what I said the other night, I do care about you."

"Slayer, not this load of rubbish, it's too early." Spike retorted snarkily.

"Spike... I don't know what I feel for you, but if it's of any comfort, I admitted it to Giles about how I feel, I just hope you leave me in this apocalypse."

"Depends on if you keep lying to me."

There was a msoment of silence."What do you mean!?" She snapped indignantly.

"Buffy, I was just a convinient vampire. Someone to benchwarm for Angel. If I'm not in the starting lineup, I don't wanna play anymore Slayer. And you can say I am, but I want a real relationship with you this time, not a piece of it, and frankly, you could say you are, but you're not ready for that with me."

Spike got up and went inside. Out on the porch, Buffy cried.

Basement

Daniel smoked another cigarette. Yes I know, he's a smokeaholic, but hey, you live life only once. As he sat there smoking he heard a voice. "Mi hijo, has venido por mi."(My son, you have come for me.' And Daniel looked up in suprise. The apparition smelled of a strange perfulme his mom wore. He looked at the figure, 'Mom." He said, tears forming up in his eyes, slowly slidindg down his cheek.

"Yes son it's me.' SHe said.

'You're dead.' He pointed out.

'Not really, think of it as on hold.' She repleid to his comment.

"Right, I don't know who you are, but my mom didn't speak English dickhead.'' Daniel snapped at it.

'Caught me.'' THe apparation said, slowly turning into Spike.

"What are you/' Daniel asked.

"The First." It said shortly. Daniel pulled out his nine millimeter. He fired at the First, pumping bullets through him, and not hurting him a bit.

"You can't hurt me, I'm not corporeal." He said, turning into Daniel's father.

"Stop this." Daniel sobbed, breaking down. He fell to the ground crying. Angered, he stood up and put another cigarette in his mouth. He lit it and stared at the First.

"Make me." The First said sarcastically. He loomed over the Slayer wgi gkared at him angrily.

"Stop looking like my day you prick." Daniel snapped.

"Shut up cabron, just stop your bitchiing puta, I came here to make you an offer, one that ends with you alive and healthy to see Luis." The First said to him.

"Sorry I don't make deals with the enemy." Daniel said, blowing smoke into the First's face who remained inpassive.

"Join my side, you won't regret it, and after it's all said and done you can run back to your excuse of a family. Just do as I say and you shall be rewarded."

"Hmm... I'm straight motherfucka, but I got a rewards for you, how 'bout an asskicking bitch."

"I'm incorporeal dickhead, so you couldn't kick my ass, but someone did accompany me to kick yours." The Frist said.

"Really."

"Yeah, she's upstairs about to make short work of Buffy and Spike."

"Bloody hell!" He heard Spike yell. Daniel ran upstairs to the living room where a vampire was about to stake Spike. Buffy laid bloodied up on the floor, slowly getting up.

"Let's go bitch." Daniel said, running at the blonde vampiress.