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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