The Auction-

The Warrior and the Slayer- part 6 of "All that Heaven Allows Series"

by: Isabelle

-Disclaimer: All of the main characters are owned by Josh Weddon and the WB. Lyrics from Save the Last Dance soundtrack, Shinning Through and Real World by Matchbox 20.

-Rated: R (Language, Violence, Adult Situations)

-Summary: Sixth part of a Spike and Buffy series. S/B related. Spike and Buffy are taken by a rich underground demon-group with the purpose of being sold in an auction for millions. The plot thickens as they grow closer to each other and try to find a way back home. This story is set right after Season 4, so Season 5 hasn't happened, and won't happen.

-Author's Note: Please send feedback! Tell me what you think. My email is bih80@yahoo.com

Thanks again to my roommate, Karla, for editing the stories!

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"Yo, they say this love wasn't meant to be

Two people from two different worlds,

We wasn't meant to be

It must have been fate you were sent to me

We'll make it through these hard times, eventually

Stand hard, fight, walk by faith, not by sight

We're all tha same color when you turn off the lights "

"Shinning Through" excerpt from Save the Last Dance Soundtrack

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"Darling, what kept you?" Roderick asked Kamilah as she entered the private viewing section of the arena.

She sat down gracefully next to him and looked at her brother who was in a mini throne in front of them.

"Business." She stated. "Has he said anything?" she asked Roderick signaling her brother.

"No."

She narrowed her eyes at the silent figure.

"Kamilah, listen to me, how do we know he will comply when the time comes, how do we know he will not back up, or cross us?" Roderick said making her look at him.

"You leave his loyalty to me, you get me a warrior and a slayer." She said and walked off to stand before her brother.

Sethos ignored her presence, he had lost his last nerve with her and her plans for hell on earth.

"Brother.......has it happened?" She asked taking a seat next to him.

"It just did." Was his only reply.

Kamilah averted her gaze to the astounded crowd looking at the discarded black leather coat where the wise man used to stand.

She smiled, very pleased with the way things were progressing. "Good."

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I wonder what it's like to be the rainmaker

I wonder what it's like to know that

I made the rain I'd store it in boxes with little yellow tags on everyone

And you can come and see them when I'm done....when I'm done

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"Lawrence?" Buffy asked still in Spike's arms.

Lawrence stoped iand realized that he had interrupted something private, especially by Spike's angry and annoyed face.

"Oh...I...I'm sorry, I didn't realize..." he stutured.

Spike rolled his eyes. "Get on wid' it, will ya?"

Then it hit Lawrence, at first soft then clear as day. Two heartbeats, not one, but two.

He looked at the now disentangled couple with a questioning gaze.

"You're human." He stated to Spike.

This isn't good, if we can't hide it from Armani R' Us boy, we can never hide it from Princess Ho'. Spike thought.

Buffy stood in front of Spike defensively.

"There's no use in denying it, I can hear your heartbeat from here." Lawrence said closing the door behind him.

"What are you?" Buffy asked worried.

"The question is when did this happen?" he said walking closer.

"Why?" Spike asked. "What's it to you, mate?"

"Please tell me it didn't happen when Qaletaqa disappeared?" Lawrence asked with a hint of hope flashing through his eyes.

Spike's hair stood at end, how the hell did he know?

"What's going on?" Buffy asked reaching out for Spike's hand they laced their fingers together.

"Oh God,...it did...." Lawrence bend down and put his head between his legs, like one would do when dizzy.

"Lawrence are you ok?" Buffy was getting concerned.

"They've played me,.......they played you,........they've played everyone for a fool."

"Who? What the hell are you talkin' 'bout?" Spike asked exasperated.

"Roderick, the twins..." he looked back and stared at Spike. "You're him."

Buffy held tighter to Spike's hand.

"Him who?!! Lawrence PLEASE what are you talking about?!!!" She cried.

"He's the warrior, the souless warrior of the prophesy, 'the one who was once dead, will become alive, with the strength of the wise man." He quoted.

There was silence, pensive silence, as if a warm breeze passed by and one was left to contemplate the beauty of the day.

"Hey! Nobody asked me to be no fucking chosen warrior!" Spike cried leaving Buffy and walking over to Lawrence. "I am not a warrior I am evil! Big Bad! Understand Monkey boy?"

Lawrence looked at him and smiled defeatedly. "It doesn't matter whether you like it or not. No one asked Buffy if she wanted to become the Slayer, but she was chosen, just like you were chosen."

"By whom?" Buffy asked coming behind Spike.

"The powers that be, of course." Lawrence replied wearily.

"Powers that be don't concern me, mate, I don't belong to them."

"Everything belongs to them." Lawrence said. "They've known all long."

"Who?"

"I told you Roderick and the twins." He said raising his arms in exasperation.

"But you say this all belongs to a prophesy?" Buffy inquired.

"Yes, on the second day of the transition, the twins will join together with the warrior of light and the warrior of darkness, and their strength will bring Anro Manyus to sit on the throne of earth for one hundred years."

"So I am the warrior of darkness?" Spike asked skeptically.

"Yes and No." he replied.

"Would you make up your bloody mind?" Spike yelled at him. End of the world things got him itchy, prophecies concerning him made him hysterical.

"Well you were a warrior of darkness for centuries, but according to the legend you will have a time of redemption where you will join forces with the warrior of light, and that will be Buffy, she's the chosen one, as are you" he said shaking his head. "No wonder they wanted you together, it was all planned out."

Buffy was still in shock. "But he's not a vampire, anymore."

"Right, that was Qaletaqa's purpose, don't you see?"

At the mentioning of the old man's name Spike lashed out and grabbed Lawrence by the throat pinning him against the wall. "Taqa's death was forseen?" he growled.

"Yessss........he knew it, it was his destiny.........it was yours." Lawrence choked out between breaths.

Buffy came up behind the infuriated Spike. "What do you mean destiny? Do we die?"

The man couldn't speak, he was choking.

"You better talk or I'll watch you die here." She said looking at him.

"Airrr." he begged.

She reached her hand and placed it on Spike's shoulder. "Put him down."

He did, but kept his hand on his throat just in case.

"Again, do we die?" she repeated.

Lawrence was trying to regain his breath. "The thing is......well the thing is."

Spike tightened his grip.

"OK!!"

"We're waiting." Buffy said crossing her arms at her chest.

"The last part of the prophesy was banned, centuries ago, by a group of monks called the Macuraks. They didn't want the battle foretold or the ending known. They wanted the warriors to make it up as they went." he breathed. "You know, everything depends on your actions and decisions."

"How is it that you know so much?" Spike asked suspiciously.

Lawrence looked at him. "Before I was initiated to the sacred circle, I had to prove my loyalty, and I worked for three years in the abandoned libraries in Alexandria." He lowered his gaze. "It was I that found the prophesy."

"Why betray your sacred circle you worked so hard to get into?" Spike asked him loosing his grip on the man's throat.

"Because it's my fault....I....because of me is that this tragedy might occur, if Roderick had not known of the prophesy he would have not gone to the ends of the earth to make it happen." He sighted. "And the circle....its not sacred no more...in its beginnings it was meant for unity among the clans, now it's a means of yielding power or profit."

"It still does not explain why kidnap us and sell us at an auction, when they are buying us themselves." Buffy said to Lawrence.

"That's simple, the entire demon community knows of the prophesy. If they found out thatyou two were the warriors needed to complete it, you would already have a price on your head and every bounty hunter out there would be killing anyone to get to you. But if you kidnap an unidentified master vampire and the slayer and sell them at the aucion that you will be calling the shots at, there will be no dangerous questions asked, and no one will know what they're planning." he stopped "And no one will know what hit them."

"Ok, so what is Spike?" Buffy asked.

"The warrior, like I've been telling you."

"I KNOW that, but is he human, vampire, demi-god,...what?"

"Well he's you, I mean not you but you in traits."

"Me?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, he has healing abilities, fighting skills, strength, velocity, stamina, all those things that make you the slayer, and he's human, does all the things human do."

"So he's a he-slayer?" she asked looking at Spike who looked spaced out, trying to recover from the shock.

"Yeah, he's like superman, you know."

"Bloody fantastic!" Spike cried sarcastically.

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I wonder what it's like to be a superhero

I wonder where I'd go if I could fly around downtown

From some other planet,

I'd get this funky high on yellow sun

Boy I bet my friends will all be....stunned.......they're stunned yeah

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"Bring the specials out." Roderick said to the demon standing watch at the entrance of the private viewing room.

The demon nodded and walked out.

"They're petrified, I can smell their fear." Kamilah said from next to Roderick.

"Wouldn't you be?" Sethos said from his 'throne'

"My dear brother, what they don't realize is that WE are giving them an oportunity of eternity together. If they really love each other, they will comply, and things will proceed according to plan."

"You have every corner covered, don't you my sister?" Sethos said quietly.

Kamilah looked at him with blades for eyes.

"What if they don't comply, what if they fight it?" Sethos continued. "What then sister?"

"They WILL comply, they will NOT fight." she said icidly. "And then.....I will give you the greatest gift of all my brother."

"What will I do with this earth, Kamilah? We don't own its inhabitants, for them we are aliens, creatures that are not to be trusted." He said looking into the arena. "Events of this kind are deemed barbaric in their eyes."

"Stop with the philisophy, it never got father anything."

"Father was happy with what he had,....this was not what he wanted,.........it's not what he would have wanted."

She stood and stalked towards him. "Father had the key to total dominion over the petty humans that walk in self dilusion that this world is at its grandest, they are so easy to control, their bodies so breakable. Father had it in his hands but threw it away for morality."

Sethos looked in horror at the demon before him and nodded in understanding. "Aye, sister, wise man our father was, wasn't he?" he whispered.

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Straight up what did you hope to learn about here if

I were someone else would this all fall apart strange,

Where were you when we started this gig

I wish the real world would just stop hassling me...and you....and you...and me

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"You wanna help? Wanna make up for the damage you've already done?" Buffy asked getting close to Lawrence after Spike had let him go.

Lawrence looked at Buffy, he had never heard such strength in her voice, it was not her talking, it was the Slayer, straight down to business.

He nodded.

"You're gonna find a safe telephone, one that they won't be able to trace, go to town or something. You're gonna call various people and tell them what 's happened to us, and I mean everything." She paused and looked at him hard. "Got that?"

"Pet, are you sure you want to tell them about you know...me?" he said looking at her.

She looked up and met his blue eyes and smiled "They probably think this is all your fault, you know. You kidnaped me and stuff."

He understood and nodded.

"The first person you're gonna contact is a vampire named Angel, this is his number." She took Lawrence's hand and wrote the number on the palm of his hand, "He will know who else to call. Tell him.......he owes me this much. And that's all I'm asking."

Lawence nodded.

"Hurry." Spike said. "And....if I find out this is all a setup I will personally rip your balls off and make you eat them." the menacing voice ended. "Got it, mate?"

Lawrence knew he was not kidding.

"Again, I am sorry."

"Don't be sorry and be fast before it's too late." Buffy said looking at him.

Before he had a chance to respond the cell door swung open and three guards came in. "Hurry it up it, we ain't got all day."

Buffy's heart caught at her throat and all the fear she had lost when addressing business came back crashing over her like a tidal wave. She was drowning in her own cowardise and that was killing her most of all.

Spike was in his own roller coaster. He was human. He had a destiny. He was more than another master vampire. He was chosen. Chosen like Angel. He was no longer a childe.

The powers had promoted him with his own destiny that was more demanding than his almighty sire. He was no longer in the shadows of the poof, his destiny was directly linked with that of the Slayer.

He was warrior. Warriors don't get scarred, they don't fear, they face the world with anticipation and defyment. Somehow the powers knew this, they must also know that he possessed all these qualities.

Endurance. Agility. Strength. Power. Wisdom. Adaptability.

He was the one.

Somehow he had always felt it, like there was more out there for him.

He looked at Buffy who was next to him and she looked petrified. Fight for it. The words ecoed in his memories and he understood. Enlightment came to him in a flash. He was given the tool, his humanity, he had to fight for his hearts desires, his heaven.

His heaven.

She was his heaven.

I see your true color, shinning through

I see your true color, and that's why I love you

Standing next to him. The golden hair. The small frame. The large green eyes. So much life. So much death.

Fight for it.

He had to fight for her. He, at this moment had to be her strength.

Like she had been his strength when he was ill.

You give some, you get some.

He gathered the force that now ran through his limbs and grabbed her hand, turning her to face him.

Her large green eyes met his blue ones. "Hold on to me." he said low but hard.

The potency of his words and the intensity of his eyes made her nod unconsciously.

He was leading her. Taking care of her. Making her lean on him. Guiding her.

She felt strange.

I see your true color, shinning through

I see your true color, and that's why I love you

Never before had all the load been taken off her shoulders. She was always in control, always on top of things, always ahead, always focused. But now,.......it was him.

She held on to him.

She followed him.

All she had to worry about was, trusting him. And strangely she did, unquestionably so. At that moment she realized she was no longer afraid, she had him. Spike was with her,....nothing to worry about.

She almost smiled.

It felt new.

It felt good.

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I wonder what it's like to be the head honcho

I wonder what I'd do if they all did just what I said

I'd shout out an order, I think we're out of this, man, get me some

And boy don't make me want to change my.....tone.....my tone.... yeah

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"Are you sure this is a demon bar?" Cordilia asked Angel as they made their way through the crowd.

"Cordy do you see anything that resembles humans?" He asked her as he held her hand. He had demanded to hold her hand, her being human was an easy target for anything that was inhuman. By holding on to her, she was regarded as his possesion, maybe his dinner.

Cordilia had relaxed into his large hand. Enjoying the coldness and security. She could easily pretend to be upset at his suggestion, but it was a rare suggestion that was welcoming to her.

She looked up at him, he was worried. She could tell, eventhough, he was the hardest person to read. Since he only had one expression, but somehow she could read him. At first she had told herself it was her 'seer' abilities, but after that failed to convince even herself she accepted that she knew him better than anyone else and at some point in her life she had falled completely in love with him.

Yeah, that's right, Queen C. was maddly in love with sex-less soulful vampire.

The world couldn't be worse.

Yet somehow it was.

"Angel?" she asked quietly once they were sitting at some stools by the bar.

He looked at her. "Yeah?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Cordy, that's two questions you've asked me." He said sensing something was bothering her.

She gave him an annoyed look then proceeded. "I was just wondering, you know, if maybe.....well if you....would....you know,.......act the same way if.....you know if it were......me the one the one missing."

Angel paused and looked at her shy face. This was strange, he had never seen her look so vulnerable. He thought for a second, the wrong answer might have him under her wrath. Yet, shouldn't this answer come to him without thinking?

"Of course." he said quietly."I mean,...you're....you're."

"I am what Angel?" she inquired desperately.

"Well Cordy, you're my best friend." he said holding tenderly her gaze.

The words were harsh but kind. She knew it. If he gave her a slither of hope, there was always the "we can't". He knew she couldn't deal with that and she nodded.

Half in appreciation, half in despair and disillution.

"Drink?" he asked breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Vodka,.....straigth up."

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Please don't change,

Please don't break the only thing that seems to work at all

Is you please don't change,

At all from me to you, and you to me....yeah

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The sound was becoming clearer and dreadful. No longer was there a dark corridor, it was transforming into a magical realm of inhuman inhabitors.

The moment they emerge to sight the noise became deafning.

She almost shrunk into him and he tightened his hand. Spectators from left and right, up and down where sizing up the merchandise.

This was the final moment, the 'specials' had arrived.

They were literally pushed onto the stage like devise that proped them up for inspection.

A demon with a microphone came into view and started talking in a language Buffy couldn't understand, the more he shouted the more the crowd cheered.

Demons from the audience started to shout out phrases, and she could only assume that the auction had begun.

Lights began shinning on their faces and they were forced to turn around, for inspectional purposes.

The more time passed the louder the arena got. Buffy searched the faces in the crowd and all she would find was mutilated apparitions that reminded her of past fights.

It felt like thunder. His heart was burning, beating rapidly. He was still processing all that had happened. He was human, he was meant to be human. Him and Buffy were meant to fight together not against each other. Taqa had died to give him life. Taqa knew his destiny all along.

He was shaking in anger. How dare some beings that control all that life is make a path for him that he had not approved. Destiny could be shoved up his ass for all he cared. He was his own vampire, well now his own man, the choices he made were decided by him and for him, not by some foretold, impersonal prophesy that had nothing to do with him.

He was in rage.

The crowd looked like a mass sea of creatures who cared nothing for what tomorrow would bring. Pleasing themselves in their pools of money, to have exotic pets and rare findings.

Then he felt her. As if all the hairs in his body answered to her gaze. He looked up and there she was. In-human purple eyes staring at him with pure amusement.

He stared back at her, long and hard. She was a devil, a beautiful devil that could mean the death of him.

Buffy interrupted his stare. "We've been sold."

He looked down at her, confused. "What, pet?"

"She bought us."

He followed Buffy's glare to were he had been staring. To find Kamilah looking at them smiling lightly.

They were grabbed by the guards and roughly taken off the stage to a different back corridor.

They kept walking through a series of tunnels until they reached a door that opened to a type of parking lot.

Before them stood two white vans, with their windows blacked out. The back doors were opened and men, all dressed in robes, stood to greet them.

Before Buffy knew what was happening her hand was torn away from Spike's. Her eyes widened in shock and she desperately tried to get her captors to release her. She heard Spike screaming her name. She knew she was screaming for him.

But her guards were not bulging.

She looked at the crowd of guards that were trying to control Spike. They started hitting him with crow bars.

"NO!!!!" She screamed. "Leave him alone! SPIKE!!!!"

"BUFFY!!" he yelled trying to cover his head from the menacing metal.

"Please STOP!" she screamed, tears were falling on her face. "Let go of me!!" she struggled.

"Let her go!" Spike screamed trying to crawl.

He saw as they grabbed both her arms and threw her in the back of the other van. The last thing he heard was her screaming and crying his name.

He was enragged, but his body was giving out on him. They had hit him several times on his back with the bar and he could smell his blood from the cuts. Then he was lifted roughly off the floor and thrown into the other van, quickly closing the doors behind him before he could escape.

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Lawrence entered the dark bar. He knew he would not be recognized here and he needed to keep a promise. The bar was dark and full of smoke. Creatures were lingering in the dark corners minding their own business. If you didn't bother them they wouldn't bother you.

He walked to the bar and sat on a stool next to a brunette couple that were talking to each other.

The bartender came up to him. "Kayfahaluk?" the man asked how he was.

"Biheyr." Lawrence replied.

"What'll you have?" the bartender asked.

"Scotch, on the rocks." he replied.

The man nodded and turned around.

Lawrence waited and looked down at his hand reading it outloud "Angel at Angel investigation."

The brunet man next to him turned on his seat and looked at him.

Vampire. Lawrence recognized.

"Yes?" the man asked "Who are are you?"

Lawrence looked at the vampire puzzled. He didn't want any trouble.

"Excuse me, I don't want any trouble." Lawrence turned and looked at the bartender who had brought him his drink and nodded in thanks.

The vampire grabbed his arm and looked at him intently. Lawrence was taken back as he realized that this was not an ordinary vampire, he was different, almost soulful.

"Hey, man ! I said I didn't want any trouble!" Lawrence said looking were the vampire had grabbed his arm.

"You looking for Angel?" the vampire asked.

Lawrence looked at him with a questioning glance.

"Who the hell are you?" Lawrence asked.

"Are you looking for Angel?" the vampire responded.

Lawrence regarded the creature.

"Do you know him?"

"Yes."

"Good, now let me be." Lawrence said roughly shaking off the grasp.

"Why are you looking for him?"

"What's it to you?" Lawrence eyed him carefully.

"Curious." the vampire responded.

"Where can I find him?" Lawrence said after a while.

The vampire looked at him up and down.

"You're looking at him." the vampire responded.

Lawrence was shaken by coincidence.

"You're Angel?"

"Hard to believe isn't it?" The brunette that was sitting next to him responded.

"How do I know you're Angel?" Lawrence asked still not convinced.

"Ask me anything." Angel responded.

Lawrence thought carefully, he knew vampires where not to be trusted.

"Ok,....what person who is trouble right now, would come to you for help, saying that they've never asked anything from you?" Lawrence asked almost smiling to himself. This guy was an idiot.

Before he knew what happened to him he was grabbed by his neck, for the second time that day, and was thrown on top of the bar. Angel loomed over him and hissed at his face.

"Where's Buffy?"

TBC.......................

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