:. Chapter Seven
AN: DUDETTE! I completely forgot I had to post this yesterday. Too busy with Return of King & my best friend. But it was fun. And I promise there will be two chapters today. As soon as I write the next chapter anyways. . .
:. Buffy
"Thanks to a friend, the Powers found a way to restore the rest of his essence, making him corporeal." The old woman explained. "He was freed from the amulet." I prepared to ask a question, but the image changed to Spike tapping his chest, then Angel's. Angel stared. Gunn walked up and Spike gave him a big hug, happy to be able to touch things again.
Suddenly, the image showed Harmony, eyes bloodied, attacking Spike. I kind of wondered what Harmony was doing there but then remembered she was Angel's new secretary.
"Unfortunately, the incident opened an opportunity for someone to begin to put a plan into place. A new part of the Shanshu prophecy was added by a man named Sirk. Don't worry about that now. The only important part is the new part." The old woman said. I kind of smiled at her knowledge that I was preparing to ask what the Shanshu was. I watched as Spike, Angel, Fred, Gunn, and Lorne. I didn't see Wesley. An old man sat at a desk reading things from an old manuscript. Angel and Spike seemed to be commenting every so often, each watching the other carefully. The man said something which caught both of the vampires' attention.
"The prophecy refers to a vampire with a soul being a champion, and he is to receive a great gift. Since Spike received a soul, and then saved the world, the question has been raised, which souled vampire is the One? This addition referred to a way of settling the score. The vampire which drinks of the Cup of Perpetual Torment was destined to, and therefore is the rightful champion." The old woman explained.
I watched as Spike slipped out of the room, unnoticed. He quickly made his way to the basement, getting into a red viper and driving quickly off. I noticed his face had the same determined yet relaxed grin he had worn when he was in the basement. Of course he would jump into action to get to the cup first. But as soon as Angel realized he was gone, he went after him.
The two arrived at an old, abandoned opera house.
"Now you should watch." The woman sad softly, and I could suddenly hear what was going on again.
Angel walked down through the rows of seats the old opera hall toward the stage where a golden cup sat spotlighted on a pedestal. Angel jumped onto the stage, looking all ready to be a hero. But just as he got close to the cup, Spike jumped down from the rafters behind him. Angel stopped, rolling his eyes, but he didn't turn around. Spike stared at the cup, and Angel still wasn't able to stop looking at it.
"Thought it'd be a little less goldeny," Spike commented "what with the torment and all." Angel sighed.
"So. . . what do we do now?" Angel asked. Spike smirked and slammed his fist into Angels' face.
"What do you think?" he asked. Fight it out until the end, I realized. I silently hoped this would be a death match as Angel got up. Spike watched, smirk still firmly in place.
"Come on! Let's see how much soul you really got in there." He taunted. Angel frowned at the younger vampire.
"Spike, we don't have time for this." He said solemnly, all business.
"Keep your knickers dry, Sally." Spike teased, getting ready for the fight to come. "You're not gonna last that long." Angel sighed.
"Fine." He said confidently. "We'll do it your way."
Angel and Spike started fighting. They traded punches, then Spike threw Angel up onto a balcony. Angel landed on a cross, jumping up as it burned his flesh. He angrily kicked the cross down to the stage below, missing Spike, who laughed.
" Oh, yeah. Look at you." He said. "Thinking you're the big savior- fighting for truth, justice, and soccer moms-but you still can't lay flesh on a cross without smelling like bacon, can you?"
"Like you're any different." Angel replied. Spike frowned at him.
"Well, that's just it. I am. And you know it." he said. "You had a soul forced on you-as a curse. Make you suffer for all the horrible things you'd done. But me... I fought for my soul. Went through the demon trials. Almost did me in a dozen times over, but I kept fighting. 'Cause I knew it was the right thing to do." I bit my lip. Spike had explained the same thing to me, but I never listened. Not until it was too late. Spike leapt up onto the balcony, face to face with Angel.
"It's my destiny." He told the older vampire. Angel gave him a look, eyes glinting angrily.
"Really?" he asked in mock surprise. "Heard it was just to get into a girl's pants." Spike's eyes widened and he flipped a bar into his hands with his foot. He swung it at Angel, but Angel rolled past Spike off the balcony, landing on the stage. He walked towards the cup readily. Spike threw the bar. It barely missed Angel, sticking in the ground solidly. Angel turned in surprise as Spike leaped down, with a new bar. He twirled it dangerously.
Spike came after Angel with a loud yell. Angel tore the other bar from the ground and the two began staff-fighting with the two bars. Angel got past Spike's bar, knocking him to the ground.
"Used to hit a lot harder, Gramps." Spike commented, jumping back up.
" No, you're head's just gotten thicker." Angel shot back. The two continued to fight, Spike on the defensive. Angel swung the bar like a bat, knocking Spike backwards. I watched Spike fly into the balcony above, wincing at the loud crash. Angel joined him and started to hit him again. Spike stood up and blocked the swing.
"You're not going to win this time." Spike growled. I kinda wondered about the "This Time". Had there been another fight? One I didn't know about? But the query was pushed from my head as the storm raged on.
Spike hit Angel, knocking him off of the balcony. He landed on the stage, coughing and bleeding at the mouth. Spike jumped down after him.
"Vampire with a soul." Spike said grandly. "Nobody knows what side he's gonna fight on... when the big show comes down. Except we already know what side you're on, don't we? Already made your choice. Traded in your cape and tights for a nice comfy chair at Wolfram & bloody Hart."
Spike swung the bar around, aiming for Angel's neck, but Angel reached up and grabbed the bar.
"Little more complicated than that." Angel said, standing up and pushing Spike down with the bar. "But you always were a bit simple, Willy." Willy?
He walked over to the cup victoriously. Angel reached out to take the cup, but Spike flung himself at him, knocking him down. They both scrambled to their feet, each having a grip on the other's throat. Spike's eyes glowed angrily.
"Come on, hero. Tell me more." Spike said, punching Angel in the face with every sentence. "Teach me what it means. And I'll tell you why you can't stand the bloody sight of me."
"Tell it to your therapist." Angel spat, returning a few punches, but they lacked the power Spike's had. He was weakening.
" Cause every time you look at me. . ." Spike continued, keeping the same punching pattern.
you see all the dirty little things I've done, all the lives I've taken, because of you!" Angel looked at him with a bloodied and bruised face. "Drusilla sired me, but you. . . you made me a monster." Spike growled, punching Angel once more. In the split second before Angel fell, I saw in his eyes it was true. It hurt to realize that myself. Angel knew it, and so did I. Angel had taught Spike everything about being a vampire. Everything Spike had done, Angel had taught him how.
Spike walked over towards the cup, looking grim, but prepared for whatever came next. Angel looked up, the truth I had seen before gone from his eyes. They were now filled with stony anger and distaste. He glared at Spike.
"I didn't make you, Spike. I just opened up the door," he said, standing up. "and let the real you out." Spike's blue eyes flashed and he picked up the cross Angel had kicked at him. He swung it at Angel, knocking him across the room. Spike walked forward, holding the cross in his hands as they sizzled.
"You never knew the real me." He growled, tossing the cross away and continued walking towards Angel. "Too busy trying to see your own reflection... praying there was someone as disgusting as you in the world, so you could stand to live with yourself. Take a long look, hero. I'm nothing like you!"
I remembered when I had compared the two of them before when explaining Spike's souled state to Faith. He had denied it, face clouding over. Now that I really looked at it, he had been right. The two were as far apart as could be. And I'm not talking about physical appearance. Angel fought to be a hero. So people would look at him as a good guy. Spike fought for love, for life, to prove he really was a good guy.
"No. You're less." Angel replied. "That's why Buffy never really loved you: Because you weren't me." But I did love Spike. Angel didn't know that, Spike didn't know that, but I did. I do. No matter how many times I denied it, or how long it took me to realize it, I loved him. And somehow, as I watched Spike's face, I knew he did too. The angry fire burning in his eyes grew as he grabbed Angel by the lapels of his jacket, slamming him up against the wall.
"Guess that means she was thinking about you, all those times I was puttin' it to her." He said. The dart hit home. Angel's eyes widened, then narrowed. He grabbed Spike's wrists and wrenched them from his coat. He punched Spike, then threw him across the room. My heart stopped as he crashed into the wooden props, causing them to break into sharp pieces. Fortunately, he wasn't dusted.
Spike grabbed a piece of wood and jumped to his feat, flinging punches which Angel blocked. Suddenly, he shoved his sharp piece of wood into Angel's arm. Angel pulled out the wood, glaring first at it, then at Spike.
"All right." He said solemnly, changing into vamp-face. "let's finish this" Spike's face darkened. He knew it was now serious. They studied each other a moment. Spike and Angel ran at each other, Spike grabbing a new piece of wood along the way.
I just stared as they fought. I couldn't do anything else. It was terrifyingly amazing. I remembered commenting the two of them should be locked in a room to "rassle it out" but this was not what I had expected to happen. Both of them were fighting with everything they had. Somehow, when I had imagined this happening, I always figured I'd be rooting for Angel, hoping he would just stake Spike like I couldn't. But I didn't care. I thought I would feel every wound Angel received, becoming angrier and angrier at Spike. But I didn't feel it. I was worried about Spike. I was worried a little about Angel too. . .He was still considered a friend. But I loved Spike. I couldn't watch him die. I hoped that wasn't what the old woman was asking me to do.
Angel scratched Spike's chest with his makeshift stake. It made my stomach hurt thinking about how close that was to staking him.
"How's it feel?" he asked. Spike made an identical mark on Angel's chest. Which, I realized, didn't hurt me as much.
"You tell me." He shot back. He dropped the stake and blocked a kick from Angel.
Spike kicked Angel repeatedly in the stomach, and Angel's stake flew from his hand. Spike kicked him to the ground, catching it. he prepared to stake Angel. I held my breath, wondering. I mean, even if I loved Spike, it was still Angel about to be dust here. Spike hesitated for a moment, then shoved the stake into Angel's shoulder. Angel let his face slip back into human form, looking surprised that Spike didn't stake him. Spike noticed his stare.
"Probably should've dusted you." He said, also going back to human-face. "But honestly... I don't want to hear her complain about it." Her. Me, he meant. The only reason he didn't stake Angel is because he knew I wouldn't like it. Sweet, but a little aggravating. I guess peace is a little too much to ask of him though. . . Them, really.
Spike left Angel on the ground and walked back to the cup. Angel pulled the stake out of his shoulder, wincing. He looked at Spike.
"Spike, wait." He said. Spike ignored him and picked up the cup.
"Wait." Angel repeated pleadingly. Spike rolled his eyes and looked over at Angel. "That's not a prize you're holding. It's not a trophy. It's a burden. It's a cross." Angel stood up, holding eye contact with Spike.
"One you're gonna have to bear till it burns you to ashes. Believe me. I know." Angel continued, speaking calmly but urgently. Spike set the cup back down and tilted his head at Angel. I knew the look. He was listening even though his mind was already made up. "So ask yourself: Is this really the destiny that was meant for you? Do you even really want it? Or is it that you just want to take something away from me?" Spike seemed to considered everything a moment. Then he shrugged.
"Bit of both." He admitted, grabbing the cup and downing the liquid. I whipped my head around to look at the old lady.
"So what now? He's got the. . ..the. . ." what was it called? Oh. "Cup of Perpetual Torment? He's being tormented?" The woman laughed.
"Hardly. You see, dear. It was a setup." She said. I looked back. Spike dropped the cup and stared at Angel.
"It's. . .Mountain Dew." He said in amazement. My jaw met gravity and hit the ground.
"Mountain Dew?!" I cried. "They did all that for a cup of Mountain Dew? So basically fought for no reason at all." The old woman sighed.
"Whoever set the trap obviously wanted them to finish each other off." She said. My eyes narrowed angrily. Who would want to kill the only two good vampires in the world? Okay, there was like, all the other demons in the world, but to set them up against each other? Too smart for someone who didn't know the two and the major grudge they're holding.
I remembered with a stab of guilt what I had told Spike the last night we were together: "I'm gonna lock you two up in a room and let you rassle it out." I hadn't meant anything like this. Nothing. This was. . .they just fought. And fought. And fought. And they wouldn't stop until there was a winner.
I smiled. Spike was the winner. He had beat Angel, false prophecy or no. In the end, it had been him that was stronger. My Spike was the stronger of the two vampires. I felt kinda proud. Except. . .
"Okay. Then what?" I asked. "False prophecy, yeah. But what happened next? Is Spike looking for the guy who tricked them? Shirt or whatever his name was?"
"Sirk, and no." the woman looked at me for a long moment, then smiled. "I suppose it is time to bring my tale to a conclusion." She said. I looked at her. I has been beginning to wonder if there actually was a point to all this.
:. End Chapter Seven
Yeah. . .now we need a really long chapter in which Spike finds out about Buffy 'n stuff, then all the fun begins. More fun.
Okay, I keep getting reviews saying this is like A Christmas Carol. You know, I never really thought about that. But yeah, I guess it is kinda like that. I didn't mean to, but I guess that's what happened. Yeah! Go me!
Harm Marie: White Rabbit, like from Alice In Wonderland "I'm late! I'm late!"
Kari: Am I really that predictable? That was not too awful far off.
Everyone else: Still glad y'all are enjoying it. I do try.
Gimee more interesting reviews so I can find interesting ways to answer them. Oh, and Faye's here! Say hi to my best friend!
AN: DUDETTE! I completely forgot I had to post this yesterday. Too busy with Return of King & my best friend. But it was fun. And I promise there will be two chapters today. As soon as I write the next chapter anyways. . .
:. Buffy
"Thanks to a friend, the Powers found a way to restore the rest of his essence, making him corporeal." The old woman explained. "He was freed from the amulet." I prepared to ask a question, but the image changed to Spike tapping his chest, then Angel's. Angel stared. Gunn walked up and Spike gave him a big hug, happy to be able to touch things again.
Suddenly, the image showed Harmony, eyes bloodied, attacking Spike. I kind of wondered what Harmony was doing there but then remembered she was Angel's new secretary.
"Unfortunately, the incident opened an opportunity for someone to begin to put a plan into place. A new part of the Shanshu prophecy was added by a man named Sirk. Don't worry about that now. The only important part is the new part." The old woman said. I kind of smiled at her knowledge that I was preparing to ask what the Shanshu was. I watched as Spike, Angel, Fred, Gunn, and Lorne. I didn't see Wesley. An old man sat at a desk reading things from an old manuscript. Angel and Spike seemed to be commenting every so often, each watching the other carefully. The man said something which caught both of the vampires' attention.
"The prophecy refers to a vampire with a soul being a champion, and he is to receive a great gift. Since Spike received a soul, and then saved the world, the question has been raised, which souled vampire is the One? This addition referred to a way of settling the score. The vampire which drinks of the Cup of Perpetual Torment was destined to, and therefore is the rightful champion." The old woman explained.
I watched as Spike slipped out of the room, unnoticed. He quickly made his way to the basement, getting into a red viper and driving quickly off. I noticed his face had the same determined yet relaxed grin he had worn when he was in the basement. Of course he would jump into action to get to the cup first. But as soon as Angel realized he was gone, he went after him.
The two arrived at an old, abandoned opera house.
"Now you should watch." The woman sad softly, and I could suddenly hear what was going on again.
Angel walked down through the rows of seats the old opera hall toward the stage where a golden cup sat spotlighted on a pedestal. Angel jumped onto the stage, looking all ready to be a hero. But just as he got close to the cup, Spike jumped down from the rafters behind him. Angel stopped, rolling his eyes, but he didn't turn around. Spike stared at the cup, and Angel still wasn't able to stop looking at it.
"Thought it'd be a little less goldeny," Spike commented "what with the torment and all." Angel sighed.
"So. . . what do we do now?" Angel asked. Spike smirked and slammed his fist into Angels' face.
"What do you think?" he asked. Fight it out until the end, I realized. I silently hoped this would be a death match as Angel got up. Spike watched, smirk still firmly in place.
"Come on! Let's see how much soul you really got in there." He taunted. Angel frowned at the younger vampire.
"Spike, we don't have time for this." He said solemnly, all business.
"Keep your knickers dry, Sally." Spike teased, getting ready for the fight to come. "You're not gonna last that long." Angel sighed.
"Fine." He said confidently. "We'll do it your way."
Angel and Spike started fighting. They traded punches, then Spike threw Angel up onto a balcony. Angel landed on a cross, jumping up as it burned his flesh. He angrily kicked the cross down to the stage below, missing Spike, who laughed.
" Oh, yeah. Look at you." He said. "Thinking you're the big savior- fighting for truth, justice, and soccer moms-but you still can't lay flesh on a cross without smelling like bacon, can you?"
"Like you're any different." Angel replied. Spike frowned at him.
"Well, that's just it. I am. And you know it." he said. "You had a soul forced on you-as a curse. Make you suffer for all the horrible things you'd done. But me... I fought for my soul. Went through the demon trials. Almost did me in a dozen times over, but I kept fighting. 'Cause I knew it was the right thing to do." I bit my lip. Spike had explained the same thing to me, but I never listened. Not until it was too late. Spike leapt up onto the balcony, face to face with Angel.
"It's my destiny." He told the older vampire. Angel gave him a look, eyes glinting angrily.
"Really?" he asked in mock surprise. "Heard it was just to get into a girl's pants." Spike's eyes widened and he flipped a bar into his hands with his foot. He swung it at Angel, but Angel rolled past Spike off the balcony, landing on the stage. He walked towards the cup readily. Spike threw the bar. It barely missed Angel, sticking in the ground solidly. Angel turned in surprise as Spike leaped down, with a new bar. He twirled it dangerously.
Spike came after Angel with a loud yell. Angel tore the other bar from the ground and the two began staff-fighting with the two bars. Angel got past Spike's bar, knocking him to the ground.
"Used to hit a lot harder, Gramps." Spike commented, jumping back up.
" No, you're head's just gotten thicker." Angel shot back. The two continued to fight, Spike on the defensive. Angel swung the bar like a bat, knocking Spike backwards. I watched Spike fly into the balcony above, wincing at the loud crash. Angel joined him and started to hit him again. Spike stood up and blocked the swing.
"You're not going to win this time." Spike growled. I kinda wondered about the "This Time". Had there been another fight? One I didn't know about? But the query was pushed from my head as the storm raged on.
Spike hit Angel, knocking him off of the balcony. He landed on the stage, coughing and bleeding at the mouth. Spike jumped down after him.
"Vampire with a soul." Spike said grandly. "Nobody knows what side he's gonna fight on... when the big show comes down. Except we already know what side you're on, don't we? Already made your choice. Traded in your cape and tights for a nice comfy chair at Wolfram & bloody Hart."
Spike swung the bar around, aiming for Angel's neck, but Angel reached up and grabbed the bar.
"Little more complicated than that." Angel said, standing up and pushing Spike down with the bar. "But you always were a bit simple, Willy." Willy?
He walked over to the cup victoriously. Angel reached out to take the cup, but Spike flung himself at him, knocking him down. They both scrambled to their feet, each having a grip on the other's throat. Spike's eyes glowed angrily.
"Come on, hero. Tell me more." Spike said, punching Angel in the face with every sentence. "Teach me what it means. And I'll tell you why you can't stand the bloody sight of me."
"Tell it to your therapist." Angel spat, returning a few punches, but they lacked the power Spike's had. He was weakening.
" Cause every time you look at me. . ." Spike continued, keeping the same punching pattern.
you see all the dirty little things I've done, all the lives I've taken, because of you!" Angel looked at him with a bloodied and bruised face. "Drusilla sired me, but you. . . you made me a monster." Spike growled, punching Angel once more. In the split second before Angel fell, I saw in his eyes it was true. It hurt to realize that myself. Angel knew it, and so did I. Angel had taught Spike everything about being a vampire. Everything Spike had done, Angel had taught him how.
Spike walked over towards the cup, looking grim, but prepared for whatever came next. Angel looked up, the truth I had seen before gone from his eyes. They were now filled with stony anger and distaste. He glared at Spike.
"I didn't make you, Spike. I just opened up the door," he said, standing up. "and let the real you out." Spike's blue eyes flashed and he picked up the cross Angel had kicked at him. He swung it at Angel, knocking him across the room. Spike walked forward, holding the cross in his hands as they sizzled.
"You never knew the real me." He growled, tossing the cross away and continued walking towards Angel. "Too busy trying to see your own reflection... praying there was someone as disgusting as you in the world, so you could stand to live with yourself. Take a long look, hero. I'm nothing like you!"
I remembered when I had compared the two of them before when explaining Spike's souled state to Faith. He had denied it, face clouding over. Now that I really looked at it, he had been right. The two were as far apart as could be. And I'm not talking about physical appearance. Angel fought to be a hero. So people would look at him as a good guy. Spike fought for love, for life, to prove he really was a good guy.
"No. You're less." Angel replied. "That's why Buffy never really loved you: Because you weren't me." But I did love Spike. Angel didn't know that, Spike didn't know that, but I did. I do. No matter how many times I denied it, or how long it took me to realize it, I loved him. And somehow, as I watched Spike's face, I knew he did too. The angry fire burning in his eyes grew as he grabbed Angel by the lapels of his jacket, slamming him up against the wall.
"Guess that means she was thinking about you, all those times I was puttin' it to her." He said. The dart hit home. Angel's eyes widened, then narrowed. He grabbed Spike's wrists and wrenched them from his coat. He punched Spike, then threw him across the room. My heart stopped as he crashed into the wooden props, causing them to break into sharp pieces. Fortunately, he wasn't dusted.
Spike grabbed a piece of wood and jumped to his feat, flinging punches which Angel blocked. Suddenly, he shoved his sharp piece of wood into Angel's arm. Angel pulled out the wood, glaring first at it, then at Spike.
"All right." He said solemnly, changing into vamp-face. "let's finish this" Spike's face darkened. He knew it was now serious. They studied each other a moment. Spike and Angel ran at each other, Spike grabbing a new piece of wood along the way.
I just stared as they fought. I couldn't do anything else. It was terrifyingly amazing. I remembered commenting the two of them should be locked in a room to "rassle it out" but this was not what I had expected to happen. Both of them were fighting with everything they had. Somehow, when I had imagined this happening, I always figured I'd be rooting for Angel, hoping he would just stake Spike like I couldn't. But I didn't care. I thought I would feel every wound Angel received, becoming angrier and angrier at Spike. But I didn't feel it. I was worried about Spike. I was worried a little about Angel too. . .He was still considered a friend. But I loved Spike. I couldn't watch him die. I hoped that wasn't what the old woman was asking me to do.
Angel scratched Spike's chest with his makeshift stake. It made my stomach hurt thinking about how close that was to staking him.
"How's it feel?" he asked. Spike made an identical mark on Angel's chest. Which, I realized, didn't hurt me as much.
"You tell me." He shot back. He dropped the stake and blocked a kick from Angel.
Spike kicked Angel repeatedly in the stomach, and Angel's stake flew from his hand. Spike kicked him to the ground, catching it. he prepared to stake Angel. I held my breath, wondering. I mean, even if I loved Spike, it was still Angel about to be dust here. Spike hesitated for a moment, then shoved the stake into Angel's shoulder. Angel let his face slip back into human form, looking surprised that Spike didn't stake him. Spike noticed his stare.
"Probably should've dusted you." He said, also going back to human-face. "But honestly... I don't want to hear her complain about it." Her. Me, he meant. The only reason he didn't stake Angel is because he knew I wouldn't like it. Sweet, but a little aggravating. I guess peace is a little too much to ask of him though. . . Them, really.
Spike left Angel on the ground and walked back to the cup. Angel pulled the stake out of his shoulder, wincing. He looked at Spike.
"Spike, wait." He said. Spike ignored him and picked up the cup.
"Wait." Angel repeated pleadingly. Spike rolled his eyes and looked over at Angel. "That's not a prize you're holding. It's not a trophy. It's a burden. It's a cross." Angel stood up, holding eye contact with Spike.
"One you're gonna have to bear till it burns you to ashes. Believe me. I know." Angel continued, speaking calmly but urgently. Spike set the cup back down and tilted his head at Angel. I knew the look. He was listening even though his mind was already made up. "So ask yourself: Is this really the destiny that was meant for you? Do you even really want it? Or is it that you just want to take something away from me?" Spike seemed to considered everything a moment. Then he shrugged.
"Bit of both." He admitted, grabbing the cup and downing the liquid. I whipped my head around to look at the old lady.
"So what now? He's got the. . ..the. . ." what was it called? Oh. "Cup of Perpetual Torment? He's being tormented?" The woman laughed.
"Hardly. You see, dear. It was a setup." She said. I looked back. Spike dropped the cup and stared at Angel.
"It's. . .Mountain Dew." He said in amazement. My jaw met gravity and hit the ground.
"Mountain Dew?!" I cried. "They did all that for a cup of Mountain Dew? So basically fought for no reason at all." The old woman sighed.
"Whoever set the trap obviously wanted them to finish each other off." She said. My eyes narrowed angrily. Who would want to kill the only two good vampires in the world? Okay, there was like, all the other demons in the world, but to set them up against each other? Too smart for someone who didn't know the two and the major grudge they're holding.
I remembered with a stab of guilt what I had told Spike the last night we were together: "I'm gonna lock you two up in a room and let you rassle it out." I hadn't meant anything like this. Nothing. This was. . .they just fought. And fought. And fought. And they wouldn't stop until there was a winner.
I smiled. Spike was the winner. He had beat Angel, false prophecy or no. In the end, it had been him that was stronger. My Spike was the stronger of the two vampires. I felt kinda proud. Except. . .
"Okay. Then what?" I asked. "False prophecy, yeah. But what happened next? Is Spike looking for the guy who tricked them? Shirt or whatever his name was?"
"Sirk, and no." the woman looked at me for a long moment, then smiled. "I suppose it is time to bring my tale to a conclusion." She said. I looked at her. I has been beginning to wonder if there actually was a point to all this.
:. End Chapter Seven
Yeah. . .now we need a really long chapter in which Spike finds out about Buffy 'n stuff, then all the fun begins. More fun.
Okay, I keep getting reviews saying this is like A Christmas Carol. You know, I never really thought about that. But yeah, I guess it is kinda like that. I didn't mean to, but I guess that's what happened. Yeah! Go me!
Harm Marie: White Rabbit, like from Alice In Wonderland "I'm late! I'm late!"
Kari: Am I really that predictable? That was not too awful far off.
Everyone else: Still glad y'all are enjoying it. I do try.
Gimee more interesting reviews so I can find interesting ways to answer them. Oh, and Faye's here! Say hi to my best friend!