DESTINY: PATH OF THE IMMORTALS

CHAPTER ONE: CHOICES

AN: HEY SORRY I COULDN'T FINISH THE DARK REFLECTIONS FANFIC. I KINDA GOT WRITER'S BLOCK AND GOT SERIOUSLY BUSY DRINKING AND SHIT AND COULDN'T CONTINUE IT, BUT HERE'S THE SEQUEL TO THE MUCH LOVED FANFIC DESTINY: A TALE OF LOVE AND SORROW.

Her lips tasted like vanilla.

So sweet that it left charges of electricity running through his undead nervous system. He had just finished killing the last member of the Order of Aurelius. He had started with his sire Drusilla, and for the love of a woman he knew he shouldn't have, he staked his sire good in the heart. He had taken her abuse and her infedility for too long, destroying the remaining humanity in him, allowing him to become a monster. Everything he had done was for her, and she could never appreciate what he had to give her. She took his love and spat it in his face and gave her undead sex to others who would never love her like he did. Then he had fallen in love with the Slayer of all the people in the world to fall in love with.

She was Special.

She was his Slayer.

She was his goddess...

He staked his sire good and proper for her. His love for her while beautiful and intense had been an abomination to all laws set by the underworld and the Powers That Be. According to higher beings, he wasn't worthy to love the beautiful package titled the Slayer. He had killed Darla, his great grandsire. She had come back to town to bring the Order in one piece, and had started with Spike. He had potential above them all and she would need him in her quest for dominance. Defiantly he had fought against her and nearly beat her, but expierence had allowed Darla to weaken him enough to attempt a dominance claim. Pure instincts had caused him to fake the claim and allowed Darla to rape him.

She used him, without permission, he was there to momentarily satisfy her until her beloved Angelus returned. She had gone to Wolfram and Hart and asked for their help and found that they were especially interested in Angelus and Spike. They employed a dark witch to help the vampiress in permanently removing the soul from Angel. But like in most spells there was a balance , a repercussion. In order to remove a soul from one vampire, another vampire had to recieve it. Darla never got to see the spell in effect for Spike had decapitated the bitch before the spell took effect. Angel's soul was placed into Spike's body plaguing him with the brooding vampire's memories and tortures. It also came with the stipulation that if he expirienced a moment of true happiness he would lose the soul.

Angelus was unleashed into the world once more and had nearly killed the Slayer while Spike was laid out, sticken by sins that were not committed by him. But his love for Buffy Summers had allowed him to fight his grandsire and protect her. While Angelus was getting his ass kicked by Spike, he revealed that he had tortured and raped the witch Amy and found out one of the reprecussions. If Angelus died, so did Spike, due to the need for a balance. Spike selflessly continued fighting until he destroyed his grandsire. He told the Slayer how much he loved her and kissed her for the last time...

And then he dusted as well leaving the Slayer by herself.

The light was bright...

Spike's eyes hazily opened, and saw his mother. She stood before him in all her glory, surrounded by angels and others that he had known while he was alive. She stepped up to him and he started backing away, unable to believe what he saw in front of him. It was impossible, his mom.

"Mom?..." He spoke, sounding uncertain.

"Yes it's me. Do not be afraid. I am your mother." She stepped towards him once more and he did not back away.

"What the bloody hell is goin' on?" Spike swore.

His mother looked at him, a smile on her face , reminiscent of the ones she wore when William was a boy.

"William, you have a choice. Down on Earth, a year has passed since you died for the time passes differently on Earth then it does in heaven. You can stay here with me and rest peacefully for the Most High has found you worthy to be here. Or you can return to Earth and help the Slayer for she will be in her most dangerous trial. She could lose her life, but the Slayer line could possibly end with her..." His mom trailed off.

"Huh... Mom, I love the soddin' Slayer, but this is it for me, I'm done, I'm not going back to being that vampire." He said, frustrated.

She smiled. "You won't have to..."

"Do I really have a choice?" He asked.

"Technically you do. But we need a Champion. And you are our runner up since your grandsire was brought to darkness, though unwillingly. We need you as Champion, Spike." His mother said, kissing his cheek.

"I love you ma..." His eyes misted over, his azure blue eyes seeming lighter now.

"I love you William. You always made me proud son." She replied, and Spike fell from the sky. It felt like he was caught in a tornado, spinning through the air senseless with no form of control. The wind blew past him, his hair blown up in waves, yet he tried to steady himself. The fall was long, but before he realized it, he had slowed down and landed softly on the dewy grass at the Sunnydale Cemetary.

He felt power like he never felt before, entirely different from his vampire days.

Am I still a vampire? He asked himself. Am I demon?

HIs platinum blonde hair was spiked as electricity coursed through him. His eyes flashed silver and he looked and realized he was dressed right for battle. He had a tight black muscle tee with black jeans. Over his black tee he had a brand new duster, one that looked exactly like the one he took from his second Slayer kill, only newer. He had on some black steel toed boots, and he wanted to battle more than anything else.

As the power surged through him, he felt his muscles extending and gaining some bulk. Muscles strained as it tried to contain the power he held in him. Power bursted from his every pore, and his heightened sense let him know there were six vampires looking at him greedily. Fangs flashed as well as golden eyes as none of the six could contain their bloodlust.

"Dinner has been served..." One of them said stepping up out of the darkness in plain sight.

Spike pulled a stake out of his pocket as well as a pack of cigarettes and a gold Zippo lighter. "How do you like your meat? Rare, medium rare, or how 'bout well done you soddin' wanker." He lit a cigarette and charged at the vamipire in a blaze of light.