AN: So here is the next part, it's a long one and filled with many goodies...i hope! Enjoy! I'll try and post part two tomorrow!
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Crazy
Previously...
"We're gonna have to find out more about this prophecy"
"I agree, but for now i need to get some kip"
And with one last shared comforting smile they lay back on the cosy bed. Things suddenly didn't feel so stressful and just as sleep was about to take them a light knocking came from the door.
"Oh bloody hell" Spike moaned as he rolled over under the duvet.
"Come in" Buffy called out lazily removing her arm from Spike's waist and shifting out of bed.
The door creaked slowly as a small blonde man sheepishly entered. Buffy's jaw dropped at the sight of him in a suit. He didn't even look at her, just turned straight to the snoozing vampire.
"Spike?" he ran to the edge of the bed.
"It's you. It's really you!" he jumped excitedly on the mattress causing Spike to jolt out of his sleep, "My therapist thought I was holding onto false hope, but... I knew you'd come back. You're like... you're like Gandalf the White, resurrected from the pit of the Balrog, more beautiful than ever. Ohh... he's alive, Frodo. He's alive."
Buffy blinked at the sight, trying hard to suppress the fit of giggles on it's way.
"Andrew?"
"Yep"
"Oh bloody hell"
Currently...
"Buffy may i say that you look just as radiant, splendid and possibly glowing as ever" Andrew announced, brushing out the creases of his tweed suit as he stepped off the bed.
Buffy rolled her eyes, "What do you want Andrew?"
"Gather round child, let me enlighten you..."
"Cut the crap Andrew and what are you wearing?" Buffy asked as she eyed the small blonde man up and down, eyebrow raised.
"Ah ha chil...i mean Buffy, you see Mr Giles has been setting up a new Watchers council since your death last month..."
"And that makes you what? Top man?" Spike added slipping his black T-Shirt over his head and shifting out of bed.
"I am more useful now. I deal with the big stuff, you know like the current situation" he explained throwing himself back on the bed, propping his head up with one elbow.
"Is that right? And what exactly is the current situation?" Spike asked crossing his arms and staring down at Andrew.
Andrew then pulled out a brown-bag labelled with the British "Union Jack" flag and written under it was "ANDREW WC". He then took out some crackers and began to munch them on the bed, dropping small crumbs all over the expensive duvet. He swallowed a mouthful of the dry food, made a face of disgust as he peered at the packet that revealed they were two months out of date and replaced the crackers in the brown bag.
"Gather around and attend to a most unusual tale...a tale of..."
"Do you have to talk like that?" Buffy sighed shaking her head.
"Do you want to know the story?" Andrew snapped.
Buffy simply motioned with her hand for him to carry on, as Spike sat on a leather chair by the door and Buffy placed herself on his lap. Instinctively Spike wrapped his arms around her waist and she leaned back to rest her head on his shoulder. It just seemed so natural now for them to be so close.
"Anyway, back to the most unusual tale. As you will know well, eons ago, on the dark continent, three wise elders decided to fight evil with a taste of its own sinistro. They took a young girl, and they imbued her with the power of a demon. Thusly, the first Slayer of the Vampyrs was born. But alas, the existence of a slayer is often brutal and short-lived. And the "primitive," as she was called, boasted no exception. But... the elders had foreseen this inevitability and...and devised a way for her power to live on."
"We know the story..." Spike pointed out impatiently.
"Yes, i should imagine you do"
"Andrew i am a Slayer, there's no imagining just knowing. Now get to the point."
"Very well. As you know the potentials became the real deal, they were all imbued with the power of the demon" he began to tap his finger tips together, but after noticing the vampire and the slayer's growing frustration he stopped and that's without knowing their new abilities. "But there is one girl, Dana, she's an anomaly that no one could have foreseen—tortured, traumatized... driven insane by Yoda knows who."
"And then the dreams of demons and superpowers she's always had, being a potential, suddenly became real." Buffy continued.
"Precisely, young slayer extraordinaire"
"Right, we'll sort out this Dana bird tomorrow, but now i need to sleep before i drop" the vampire announced.
"Same here." Buffy shifted off Spike lap " So you, my small annoying Watcher friend, need to scoot"
"No fair" he whined, but with a stern look from the slayer he gathered up his brown bag, brushed the crumbs from the duvet onto the floor and gave Spike a hug around the neck "It's a miracle" he sighed and with that he left.
No more was said in the room that night. The vampire and the slayer returned to bed and fell to an easy comfortable sleep. There would be no more problems for them until the morning.
Next day...
The whole gang sat in Angels off, excluding Lorne and Gunn, who were doing other business. It was around nine thirty in the morning and all members sat with a hot drink of either tea, coffee or hot chocolate.
Dawn sat in the middle of Buffy and Spike, her head resting on her big sisters shoulder and her legs up on Spikes lap on the leather couch. At some point during her arrival she and the vampire seemed to have made up a truce and to forget about bad times in Sunnydale. Maybe now it could be like old times and he could be the big brother figure he had once been. Deep down it's what they both wanted.
Giles and Wesley both sat, glasses perched on the end of their noses at a desk at the far end of the office. Both Englishmen had a steaming cup of tea before them in a white mug, courtesy of Wolfram and Hart. Giles had announced, whilst Wesley showed him the prophecy the previous night, that he was reopening the Watchers Council to train the many new slayers. He had offered a job to Wesley, who had said that he would consider it.
Willow and Fred sat at opposite ends of Angels desk, perched like bookends. The red head and brunette were quite close friends and seemed to find it enjoyable to talk science and so on, knowing that the other would understand fully.
Angel, naturally, sat on his large leather chair, sipping a warm mug of blood. He avoided all eye contact with the other vampire and the slayer. His bruises and cuts were starting to fade, thanks to vampire healing, but the large gash down his face from his dive out of the window was still as prominent as the moment it happened.
Xander sat on the floor by the door, waiting for the reason of the urgent meeting they had called. He twiddled aimlessly with the strap of his eye patch, while he waited for someone to get the ball rolling for the meeting.
"So we have to deal with a psychotic vampire slayer, should be fun" Angel remarked sarcastically.
"We need to find her, strap her up and send her to one of Wolfram and Hart's funny farms." Spike announced.
"I don't believe it will be that easy, Spike" Giles sighed shaking his head.
"Course it is, we got two vamps, one witch, one slayer and enough brains to give Einstein a run for his money, i reckon trapping a psycho slayer will be a piece of cake"
"He does have a point, how hard can it be?" Buffy added.
"Maybe, we are underestimating the situation" Wesley commented.
"Buffy, what do you think?" asked Dawn, looking up at her sister.
"I think we should at least find her"
"Yeah, i mean a mental slayer, that cant be very safe" Xander muttered.
"I think we should look further into it, before we make any actions" Giles reasoned.
"I think some more research..." Willow began, but was then interrupted.
"You corporates go ahead with your talky-talk. Anybody needs me, I'll be out doin' his job." Spike announced pointing towards Angel.
Dawn changed position to an upright position, removing her legs from the vampires lap. Spike stood and made his way to the door, leather coat flowing behind him. He was gone before anyone could argue.
"Is he always that dramatic?" Fred asked.
Everyone simply nodded a knowing "yes".
Angel thought he should say something to the vampire, but why he thought this he didn't know. He quickly got up and without a word rushed out of his office after the peroxide haired vampire. He saw Spike about to turn and go into the elevator and jogged towards him.
"Spike? You think this is a joke?"
"Only if you're the punch line." he retorted, still going to the elevator.
"Look, we're the last two people that should be confronting her. She's a slayer. She has every reason to hate us, and she's unstable. In her mind, there probably aren't any good Vampyrs." he shook his head, noticing he had used Andrews mispronunciation and continued, "Vampires. She exists for one reason—to destroy creatures like us."
"Dance of death. Eternal struggle. Right. Got it."
"You will...when she's staking you in the heart." this caused Spike to stop and turn, so he was right in Angels face. Angel flinched nervously at the vampires closeness, something that he couldn't hide much to his distaste, and Spike smirked at the new sign of fear.
"What do you want me to do? Go all boo-hoo 'cause she got tortured and driven out of her gourd? Not like we haven't done worse back in the day."
"Yeah, and it's somethin' I'm still payin' for."
"And you should let it go, mate. It's startin' to make you look old." and with that he descended in the elevator, leaving Angel slightly stunned at his remark.
Little did the two vampires know, but Andrew was standing in the doorway sipping from a juice carton. His eyes slightly squinted as he analysed the scene that just occurred before him. When Angel turned down a corridor, he followed Spikes trail.
That Night, in an alley by the docks...
Spike walked confidently down the alley, his hands buried in his leather coat. It was all dark except for the odd street light that led the way around the docks. The vampire surveyed the area, sniffing occasionally to try and track the scent of a slayer. But as he turned a corner he did catch a scent, but not the one he was smelling for. He heard the stranger stumble and then curse and immediately knew the culprit. Spike turned with vampire speed and caught the stranger by the shoulders.
"Right. We can play cat and mouse all night. Or I could wedgie you unconscious and be done with it.""Bravo. I see your senses seem to be as well-honed as your Viggo Mortensen pectorals." Andrew replied nervously.
"What are you doin' out here, Andrew?"
Andrew quickened his pace and followed Spike, "This is where the action is, bro. On the mean streets. Can you dig it?"
"Go back to Wolfram & Hart. Don't have time for games."
"That's good, 'cause Andy ain't playin'." he opened his jacket to reveal several guns in the lining. "You're not the only one who's changed. Mr. Giles has been training me. I'm faster, stronger, and 82 percent more manly than the last time we..." he was abruptly cut off, by him tripping over something large on the ground. A dead body with it's throat slit.
Andrew screamed like a girl.
Meanwhile...
"Stupid vampire" Buffy cursed, pacing her friend Willows new room.
"Which one?" Willow sighed, painting her nails a glossy brown.
"Well both actually, but Spike mainly." Buffy sighed and flopped onto the bed as Dawn entered from the en suit "I'm used to Angel's mood swings, but Spike and being the lone hero and going solo, makes me feel..."
"Less important" Dawn guessed.
"Exactly" Buffy assured them "I mean not only am i not THE slayer any more, just A slayer, but now a vampire is doing a better job at keeping the world safe than me. Doesn't that just sound wrong to you?" she looked at her sister then her friend hopefully.
"You don't want Spike to help the helpless and feel fulfilled in life?" Willow asked doubtfully.
"Well if you put it like that...actually no, no i dont" Buffy folded her arms childishly.
"What the..." Dawn began, but was cut off by Buffy holding her hand up to silence her.
"He's in a fight. Being hit. I feel it, oh no, he's down, no wait he's up..." then suddenly Buffy yelped in pain and grabbed her neck to an invisible injury.
"Buffy what the hell is happening?" Dawn asked worriedly.
"Oh crap" Buffy fell back on the bed, her vision blurring.
A warehouse in the docks, same time...
Just moments after discovering the body Spike and Andrew were confronted by the killer. The slayer they were looking for. A fight broke between the vampire and the slayer and somehow Andrew had been knocked out in the process. Spike and Dana had then found their fight had travelled into a near by warehouse. Spike was just about getting the upper hand, feeling his new power flowing through him, when the psycho slayer stabbed something in his neck. A syringe.
"You little minx" Spike began to breathe unnecessarily erratic "What did you do to me?"
"Yellows make you weak. Not weak any more." Dana replied, circling the increasingly faint vampire. She punched him hard, sending him to floor.
"All right. Now you've made me mad."Spike growled with his remaining strength.
"Don't cry. They can't hear you." she whispered.
She then pulled out another syringe, with a brown tip. She pressed it down, squirting the fluid in true horror film style. She stepped slowly to the fallen vampire.
"Piece by piece. Yellow makes you weak. Brown makes you sleepy." she injected it into his arm, he flinched as his strength drained from him.
"Oh...no..."
"Can't hurt me anymore."
"You crazy little... I never..." his vision increasingly blurred.
Meanwhile...
"Buffy what's wrong?" Willow said trying to shake her friend awake more.
"Feel...sleepy...my arm" she slurred.
The warehouse..
"Shh! Hold still. Count backwards. 10... 9... 8... 7..." Spike looked at Dana as she slowly faded along with her words. Six was never heard. Unconsciousness claimed him.
The vampire in the warehouse and the slayer in Wolfram and Hart soon found the same place.
Darkness.
To be continued...
AN: so what do you think? was it a good adaption of the episode Damage? i hope so. I'll post part two as soon as i've written it, oh and a special guest will be making an appearance after that, Angel fans know who... please review i would love to know what you thought!
thanks x