BUFFY, THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
William The Bloody, chapter 2
"On His Own Again"
Spike made his way down the alley, whistling an old David Bowie tune, oblivious to the cries of the sirens arriving at the demolished Magic Shop behind him. He briefly wondered who had hired the hit man that had killed the Slayer, and all of her friends, in such a show of pyromaniacal glory, but he didn't give it too much thought. Who ever it had been, they had done him a favor, the explosion doing just enough cranial damage that he was able to finally free himself of that bloody damn chip.
Rounding the corner, Spike let out a grunt as he collided with a rushing form, his hands immediately flashing up to grab a hold of the running blonde. He held her out at arms length, smirking at the thought of having another meal so soon, and let out a gasp at seeing who the woman was.
"Spiky!" squealed Harmony, angrily.
"Harmony, what in the bloody hell are you doing here?" he demanded.
"I, uh, that is, er, you see, I heard the explosion and…"
"It was you," said Spike, releasing her.
"What was me?"
"You hired that bloke to kill all of us, didn't you?"
"Uh, well, you see…yeah," she admitted, lowering her head. She then looked up at him, her face beaming. "But it was mostly for her, the Slayer! I figured if her and her friends were out of the way, then maybe you and me could be together again."
"You shot me with a bloody crossbow!"
"I missed your heart," she countered. "Besides, you seem to have come through this okay."
"I was in the bloody building, Harm! Have you ever been through an explosion? It hurts. It hurts a lot!"
"Silly, I knew it wouldn't kill you. Besides, I had him put you down as least important on the list.""
Spike looked at her as if she had suddenly grown a third eye, blinking in disbelief at what she had just said.
"Oh, what? You're mad cause that bitch is dead, aren't you? Look, I gave you so much, and you just cast me aside to pounce around her like a little puppy in heat!"
Spike hugged her tight for a moment then released her, spinning around as he laughed joyously. Harmony watched in shocked disbelief as he did a little jig, growing nervous at Spike's show of unbridled glee, wondering what in the hell was up with him.
"Oh, you beautiful, stupid, jealous, twit!" he cried before kissing her full on the mouth. "Do you know what you've done?"
"Uh, no," she stammered.
"You've freed me from that bloody chip, Luv!"
"What?"
Spike pointed to the side of his head, still matted blood and healing, the jagged gouge exactly where the chip had been in his head. Harmony squished her face up in disgust, the rapidly healing wound still bubbling and patching it self up, and made a gagging sound.
"I'm free, Harm," he said. "Free from her influence. Free from guilt. Free to hunt. Free to kill. Free to bloody feed! I'm free, and on my own again, and its all thanks to your jealousy."
"You mean I did good?" she asked, a smile spreading across her face. If Spiky was back to his old self, then things could be like they use to!
"Yeah, you did for a change," he said, his own smile fading. "You stupid bitch."
Harmony's face barely had a chance to register her confusion before the pain lanced through her, Spike ramming a stake into her heart. For a brief second she looked as if she was asking why?, then she blew apart in a cloud of brown dust as Spike stepped back, raising his hand to block any of the particles from flowing into his eyes.
"Guess I won't have to worry about you trying again," quipped Spike, sliding the stake back up his sleeve. "And if it hadn't been me, it would have Dru. She gets awful jealous, too."
Spike stepped over the fading pile of ash, thinking of how good it felt to be himself again. A thought had occurred to him earlier, one that was perfectly natural to his old self, and he smiled as he decided to follow it through. Though he couldn't claim the prize of having killed another Slayer, he wouldn't mind having the mother of a Slayer on his list.
"Save her all the grief of mourning her daughter," he said to himself, turning to head for the Summer's house. "And I'd hate to see her little sister have to go through that trauma."
Spike's laugh carried into the night, his footfalls echoing off into the darkness that had welcomed him back.
Well? Would you like to see this continued or not? Let me know! I could carry it on for a few more bits, or let it end here…with Spike as he is, carrying on past the legend of Buffy and the Scooby Gang…