AN: So here it is, part two. I have to say how much of a challenge this story really is, but i hopeyou like it. I have added a twist to the end of this chapter and a shocking moment(s). Is there more to the ultimate power between Buffy and Spike prophecy than we first thought, find out and read on...
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Disclaimer: I own nothing, well i do, but just nothing to do with Buffy or Angel...thats Joss Whedons stuff...he doesn't share...
Problems with Champions
Part two
So here they stood. Side by side, one hour and twenty minutes later. All three stood in the darkness of the recently set sun, beneath the wrecked roof of the ruined opera house. Both vampires were kept apart by the petite slayer who placed her self between the pair, however this didn't stop the deathly glares they exchanged.
"Here we are, then. Two vampire heroes... competing to wet our whistle with a drink of light, refreshing torment." Spike announced, cutting into the eerie silence that had fallen upon them."Is that what you think you are,a hero?" Angel scoffed.
"Saved the world didn't i?" Spike challenged.
"Oh, do you two ever shut up?!" Buffy exclaimed throwing her arms in the air and stepping forward to face the two vampires. "Honestly me and Dawn don't fight this much"
"Sorry luv" Spike was the first to apologise. At least he could be the better man out of the pair.
"Sorry Buffy" Angel mumbled.
"Good, now, what do we do?" she asked turning her back form the pair and beginning to scan the rubble for any signs of the alleged cup.
"What do ya think?" Spike replied, followed by the hard thud of his fist meeting Angels jaw. "See ya later mate, i got a prophecy that needs fulfilling."and with that Spike disappeared behind a column and travelled further into the ruins of the old opera house.
"Spike!" Angel called to his retreating form, but he was already out of sight "Damn it" and with that Angel followed his grand childe, leaving Buffy staring at the scene that just took place before her eyes.
"Stupid vampires" she cursed and then too stomped off after them.
Buffy found the pair in a large space. They were sparring with metal rods, their game faces in place, when suddenly Spike kicked Angel hard in the gut. He punched Angel again, sending the older vampire falling to the floor. Buffy could just make out, with her new vampire enhanced vision, Spike grabbing a fragment of wood from the air. He lunged forward.
"Oh God, he's gonna kill him..." she ran towards them, jumping athletically over fallen parts of building, but she was too late. Spike sliced the wood through the air. It hit Angel, Buffy gasped.
"Probably should've dusted you." Spike said, looking at the fallen Angel with a piece of wood protruding from his shoulder. "But honestly... I don't want to hear her bitch about it." Spike pointed towards the gob smacked Buffy.
Spike began to walk away, his leather duster flowing in the placid breeze and it was then Buffy noticed it. A small golden chalice sat perfectly still upon a conveniently placed stool. From the cup a white light reached high to the ceiling. It was mesmerising, but seemed somewhat, unrealistic.
"Thought it'd be a little less goldeny, what with the torment and all." Spike commented, picking up the cup and preparing to take a swig of the less than pleasant liquid, it supposedly held.
"Spike are you sure, i don't..." Buffy started, thinking this over.
"It's alright luv, me and the great poof here had a little dead heart to heart. I am worthy and i will do this, and for once it will be for me wanting to, not to please you or anyone else, just me..." Spike put his lips to the golden artefact.
"Spike..." Angel lunged forward to try to stop him but was too late.
As Spike threw his head back, letting the cool liquid slide down his throat, his eyes widened. But it wasn't for any reason you would think of. His bones didn't feel the unbelievable grinding pain, his soul didn't bleed from the torment, his mind wasn't filled with hurt, but instead his newly acquired taste buds tingled with the bad taste. The bad taste of stale water. Spike took the cup from his mouth and dropped it, letting it clang to the dusty floor.
"Oh bollocks!" with that he abruptly walked passed the other two shaking his head and headed back for his sports car, leaving the other two to watch him leave completely bewildered.
Buffy stepped to the fallen object and looked inside. She saw the remainders of a clear liquid, she wiped her finger along it's cool edge and took it to her mouth. She knew instantly it was merely water, even if it was stale.
"It's mountain dew" she announced.
At Wolfram and Hart...
One hour and twenty minutes had once again passed. Two very bloody, beaten vampires walked sheepishly behind the slayer into Angels office. She was less than impressed at their sudden decision to fight for the cup, although in all honesty she didn't have any other solution, but thats no excuse.
Fred rushed over to Angel after seeing the numerous cuts and scrapes that covered his body, "Angel. God, what happened?"
"I fell down... some stairs. Big stairs. Is everything still going on?"
"Getting worse." Fred replied
"What about the cup? Did you..." Willow asked sitting herself down on the couch.
"Ah, it was a fake. Somebody set them up." Buffy sighed, soon followed by a yawn.
"What? Who?" Fred asked panic taking tone in her voice.
Spike suddenly decided to join in the conversation, as Buffy perched herself on the edge of Angel's desk, rubbing her eyes.
"I'm guessin' that Eve bird who swung by earlier." Spike suggested.
This was the first time Fred had noticed Spike. She looked him over, noticing the similar injuries on the bleach blonde to her boss. "Stairs huh?"she asked doubtfully, looking at Buffy who simply rolled her eyes, confirming Fred's suspicions.
"I'll look into it" Angel sighed breathlessly as he sat in his luxury leather chair.
"I bet you will" Spike remarked sarcasm dripping off his comment and mumbled "bloody wanker"
"Have you got something to say?" Angel strode forward so he was right in Spikes face, a low growl leaked from the depths of his chest.
"Bloody right i have" Spike looked the slightly taller vampire in the eyes and the hatred flooded through the bleach blonde. His fists clenched and a deep growl also escaped him "Think you're so bloody fantastic, don't ya. Not a clue what's really goin on, get a chance to have the shiny life and you drop you're role as hero without a second thought"
"Spike, leave it" Buffy warned, but it was no good.
"Just jealous William because no matter what you do, you'll always be second best" Angel remarked, smirking in Spike's face.
At this moment Spike was so angry he swore that if his dead heart could beat it would be thumping it's way straight out of his chest. He was trying very hard to let his demon stay hidden, but at the same time a different kind of power rushed through him. Instead of his suppressed demon revealing itself at his growing rage, a completely different thing happened.
His eyes suddenly glowed a bright blue. At first they flashed such an intense light Angel had to turn away. However the rest of Spike's physical appearance seemed perfectly normal. But he began to inhale and exhale deeply but completely unnecessarily as he didn't require oxygen. His icy, glowing blue eyes stared straight into Angels, almost hypnotising the other vampire, but the trance was soon broken.
In one smooth motion Spike brought his fist back and flew it forward into Angel's face with more power than a vampire could ever wield. The vampire flew back, after the sickening crack of his jaw, and crashed through the window of the fourteenth floor. He hurtled through the night air to the unforgiving pavement below.
Spike's eyes suddenly returned to their normal blue. His face was a picture of confusion as he looked at his slightly newly bruised fist. He looked back up sharply at the smashed window. He turned to Buffy, who for some strange reason was breathless. Had she felt what just happened through him, like the time with the Reaper?
Willow and Fred now stood by the window, looking down to see a figure struggle to stand far below them. The figure collapsed again onto the cold pavement. Angel sure did look in bad shape, but then again who wouldn't after falling fourteen floors from a window.
"I'll get help" Fred blurted out, rushing out of the office.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Spike asked, Buffy simply kept staring at him confused.
"I think we should look that prophecy over again" Willow suggested.
Gunn and Wesley then walked through the double doors, unaware of what just occured and didn't even notice anything, and went straight to Buffy.
"Buffy..." Wesley began.
"There's someone here to see you, well actually more than one" Gunn completed.
A very welcoming sight then entered the room. A smile soon replaced the breathless feeling Buffy was experiencing.
"Buffy?" the young brunette looked hard at the blonde, not quite believing her eyes and then turned to the vampire "Spike?"
To be continued...
AN: Aren't you just seat grippingly interested to find out what happens next, i hope so because i have spent hours trying to make this good! Is Angel ok? What's up with Spike? And who has just turned up? Is Buffy and Spike's connection going to lead to many things...? I think so :)
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Also, i am going away for the weekend, but i will try and write a chappie for Sunday, if you want one. And i would adore you all if i came back to find many, many lovely reviews!
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