A/n so this chapter started off as a much longer chapter. but i decided its best to split it up into two. it just flowed better. now quick rant. being a girl sucks at times. i have a maybe lunch date with a very attractive guy from my university. good right? well i have no idea if its a date or not. now my last good date was about oh maybe almost a year and a half ago. the others i have been board by the other person or it was just a bad date aka he tried to get me naked. seriously unattractive idea just sayin... (they never got anywhere so its all good) so i'm a bit nervous right? well my 8 year old sister offered to help me get ready... cant say no but come on... 8 years old playing dress up with big sissy?so the point of this is i have no idea what to wear and am worried about random word vomit that comes back to embarrass me, seriously i'm a gold mine for random facts. so any suggestion are practically begged for. and male any reader should learn how to make it clear if its a lunch get together or a date. end rant... so back to my story i had some issues with these next two chapters (chpt nine coming later today). i wanted to communicate somethings but i'm not sure how i did. let me know! more details in next chapter.
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Chapter Eight
After leaving the Summers home Willow and Tara returned to the dorms. As they turned down their bed together Tara asked, "What do you think? About Spike?"
Willow paused what she was doing to think for a bit. She remembered when Spike had kidnapped her and Xander. Yeah he might have been evil than but he had really loved Drusilla. As sickened as she was with his obsession with Buffy she didn't doubt it was on some level real. "I don't know. He has a soul now. But he did try to kill us. More than once. But so did Angel. And I think Spike does love Buffy and it's different than Angel. But we cant really compare the tow 'cus their different. And I remember how much he loved Drusilla so I know he can love…" Willow trailed off at Tara's giggle. "I'm being over reacto girl again aren't I?" Tara nodded and Willow blushed, "I guess what he does with it will tell us." She finished sheepishly.
Tara smiled at her lover. "Come here she said." The two women climbed into bed, falling asleep arms wrapped around each other.
"What are you saying Xander exactly?" Anya asked as he unlocked the door to the apartment they shared.
"What I'm saying Anya is that Spike is still a demon and we can't completely trust him." Xander sighed, Anya and he had been having this discussion sense they got into the car.
"So you're saying demons can't be trusted ever? That they can't change?" Anya asked slightly upset.
"Yes!" Xander looked at Anya, seeing her face he understood now what she was asking, indirectly applying Spike's situation to her own. "No, Anya, I don't mean you. You are human now. You're not a demon anymore."
"But I was. For over a thousand years! I was a demon for longer than Spike's been a vampire and for much longer than I've been human!" Anya shouted, clearly upset. She was shocked at the insensitivity that Xander showed. Although she admitted to herself she might be taking it too literally. As she was learning humans didn't always say what they mean. That didn't change the fact she was still upset however. "I know you think that sometimes! Anya's to literal, she only cares about money. What am I doing with Anya! I'm not so different than Spike!"
"Anya! I just don't trust him. He's not you!" Xander cried frustrated.
"No, he's just another demon with a soul. Not much different than an ex-demon who's now human!" Anya stalked into the bedroom slamming the door behind her. Xander heard the click of the lock. He knocked forcefully on the door.
"Anya, come on. Don't be like this!" he called through the closed door.
Anya threw the door open. She flung a pillow, blanket and some pajamas into Xanders exasperated arms. "Be like what Xander? A demon?" she demanded. She slammed the door again clicking the lock once more firmly in place.
Xander stared at the door for a moment before gathering the bed things and making up the couch. Both Anya and Xander fell into a fit full sleep tossing and turning.
Xander and Anya weren't the only ones to sleep fitfully. Dreams disturbed the sleep of everyone in the Summers home.
"Drusilla," the stars said to her as she lay in the grass, "Protect it."
She smiled as the stars danced for her in the sky coming closer and closer. She giggled and stood up dancing with the stars to a melody only she could here.
Spike lay on a mattress that Joyce Summers had put on the guest room floor. He watched Dru for awhile, smiling contently in her sleep, before finally falling asleep himself.
He sat up and looked around him. It only took a moment to remember where he was. Romania. Darla was horrified at what the Gypsy's had done to Angel- cursing him with a soul. They took Angel away from Darla and she wanted her revenge on them. Darla was cold and cruel, nothing would stop her from punishing the Gypsy's. They refused to take back the soul and for that they would pay. Tonight they would go to the Gypsy camp. Him, Dru and Darla.
The three of them entered the camp. Darla turned to Spike and Drusilla."Kill them. Kill them all."
A few short hours later the camp was reduced to nothing but flames, ashes and bloodied dismembered corpses. Darla surveyed the work satisfied that revenge had been taken out. Without a word she turned, her dress still spotless despite the ruin around her, and walked away into the night. Spike dug around in some of the caravans looking for anything worth taking, he barely noticed her leaving. Jumping out of the wagon he turned to watch Drusilla.
Drusilla laughed, "Blood, blood we spill their blood." Her once white dress was now stained with red streaks. Spike laughed and twilered her around grandly.
"Where's Daddy?" she asked, not yet noticing that her "grandmummy" had also gone seemingly forever, "He's not going to like it that we massacred without him."
"Daddy's not coming back Dru. It's just you and me luv." Spike laid her down in the grass. Flopping down beside her they continued to revile in the bloodshed.
Making sense in the way only dreams do scene changed. A montage of faces, men, women and children from all four corners of the world flashed across the 3-D imaging of his mind. Starting with his first kill, reeling into others. Some flickered and faded barely remembered times others paused, each emotion felt once again, both his and his victims.
The montage reeled faster and faster finally stopping at the face that had kept him sane his first few days with a soul. The slayers. After pausing on her for a moment the image changed. Buffy stood in the living room of her house staring out the window. In her arms she held a small bundle. After a moment Spike realized the bundle was a baby. His baby. He knew that with utter conviction. Dru's baby. Somehow that didn't feel right. He couldn't put the same conviction into the words even if they were only spoken in his head. That didn't make sense.
Buffy looked up from the window she was standing at and turned to him. "Blood's important you know. It decides who we are. Helps shape what we become. Protect her Spike, protect your blood."
Spike sat straight up in bed, a feeling he couldn't name tugged at his stomach. Pondering his dream he went down the stairs quietly. A cup of blood might calm his nerves. Or so he hoped.
Buffy tossed and turned before falling in a fitful sleep.
She sat on the beach again, the monk beside her. She knew without knowing the monk wasn't visiting her dreams again. His image was just being borrowed for her minds purposes.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"I needed to think." She replied. She like this place, nothing was rushed here nothing seemed so important it couldn't wait. The world didn't need to be saved and demons didn't need to be slayed. It was peaceful. The only peaceful place left in her world.
"Why are you still confused? He has a soul now." She could no longer see the monk yet his calming tones floated over her.
"Yes but, now what? It looks like he's on the daddy to be road, and she's back to. Plus theirs the whole evil creature we don't know anything about; whose defeat may or may not depend on his kid. Right now we know nothing. Now isn't the time for any hanky-panky."
"Remember, trust…" the monks final words drifted off as the scene spun itself, changing to the ruble of the school. Glory stood over destruction. She turned to Buffy,
"Isn't it beautiful?" She asked the slayer, "everything broken and destroyed. This is what your world will look like if you don't stop me. And you can never stop me. Toodles." The blonde woman gave a feminine girlish wave and disappeared. Buffy watched as the destruction of the school started to burn. In the flames she could see the faces of her friends and family slowly burning to oblivion.
some quick shout outs. Boris Yelstin has been awesome on both my stories, Lady Anne Boylen again is amazing at reviews. MNWillow(numbers i forgot sorry!) is also awesome (thanks for the get well wishes) and to the devils handbasket- yes you did sound trasilvanian and it was epic. thanks bunches for both of your amazing reviews. to everyone else i try to answer all not anonymous reviews so if i didnt get to yours feel free to yell at me! and to anonymous reviewers i want to answer you guys but i cant. and its not my fault you guys are loved and appreciated all of you!
