TITLE:
Forbidden
PART: Two
RATING: PG this part
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SUMMARY: Set during "The
Body" Now, please, read the damn story. :P
AUTHOR'S
NOTE: Italics indicated thought. Co-authored with Trish.
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Forbidden
Part 2
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As Spike hung up the phone, he was shocked beyond words at Giles' refusal to listen. He realized with dismay that none of the others would probably help him either.
Think, Spike, think. Who would help? Maybe the demon girl? He grabbed his blanket and ran in to the sun-filled room, where he dropped to his knees next to Joyce. Spike leaned over with a single tear running down his cheek and kissed her on the forehead. As he rushed out the door, he whispered, "Hang on, Mum. I'm going to go get help. Please, just hang on."
Spike fled to his car and peeled out from the Summers' house. He was heading for the Magic Shop, mentally pleading for Anya to help him, when he saw a familiar blonde heading towards the Slayer's house. Wait a bloody minute... Isn't that the She-Bitch from Hell that's after the Nibblet?
Without really thinking about the consequences of his actions, Spike swerved over to the side of the road, blocking Glory's path. A tiny fleck of dirt kicked up from the tire and landed on the Goddess' slinky dress.
Bloody hell, I'm going to die.
As Spike rolled down the window a bit, Glory stepped over to the driver's side window and gave him a look cold enough to freeze Superman.
"What is so important that you had to ruin my dress?"
Spike gave her an indifferent look and replied, "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought that you might want to know where your Key is, but since your dress is more important, I'll just be going on my merry little way then."
"Wait, you know where my Key is? Aren't you the Slayer's boyfriend? Why would you help me?"
"Well, there's got to be something in it for me, right?"
Glory being the impatient bitch that she is lost it, she stamped her foot and yelled "Tell me where MY KEY is!"
Spike just raised an eyebrow and repeated, "What's in it for me?"
Glory's eyes glazed over as she was consumed by rage; she reached over and grabbed Spike's head through the window started to suck the sanity out of it. Spike's head began to spin, and he thought that it was going to be all over for him.
The thoughts, Goodbye, Picadilly. Farewell, Leicester Bloody Square ran through his mind, as the world turned black for him. Glory was still there with that maddening look in her eyes, when something started to feel very wrong.
"What the hell is this," she yelled as she joined Spike in the land of unconsciousness, her hair standing straight up on end.
The sound of Glory slamming against the concrete was enough to pull Spike out of it. He sat up, feeling a bit dizzy and confused. That's when he realized that something was different. Different, yet familiar. It took a minute for him to figure it out, but then it hit him. Spike's hand went up to stroke the side of his head, and he mumbled in an incredulous tone, "It's gone. The bloody thing is finally gone!"
Spike stared out in to space for a few minutes as it continued to sink in that he was de-chipped. Something was trying to come to the forefront of his mind. There was something he was going to do What was it? BLOODY HELL! JOYCE!
The vampire must
have done at least 50 mph on the way to the Magic Shop. This time
I'll try the demon girl. She'll listen to me, she has to listen to
me.
When he finally got to the Magic Shop, he grabbed
his blanket and ran out into the sunlight once again. Spike
wasn't really paying attention as he ran across the street, and he
fell flat on his face as a result.
What the bloody hell just happened?
He stood back up, and found the reason for his plummet. Xander was standing there with his leg outstretched, laughing. "Oh, I'm sorry, Fangboy. My leg didn't mean to jump out at you. Maybe next time it will be my stake that you fall into. Gee, I sure hope so, because that would be so much...fun!"
Feeling nothing but seething hatred towards Xander, Giles, and pretty much every other Scooby out there, Spike gathered himself back into his car, and decided that it was time for the Big Bad to make a feature appearance. He would get his revenge. That they could most certainly count on. The Big Bad was back, and he was not happy in the least.
Once, Spike was back in the DeSoto, he headed over to
his crypt. He was still livid with Xander, and decided what
needed to be done. No matter what the costs, he had to get his
pride back. Making all of them suffer was just as good a way as
any, right?
With that thought in mind, the
vampire burst through the door, and headed down to his Buffy shrine.
In an angry and devastated rage, he scooped up every reminder
of the Slayer's existence and shoved it in a box, along with the rest
of his possessions. He took a last look at his former home, and
headed back into the sunlight with his blanket.
Spike didn't know
where to go, so he drove around aimlessly for a while, he eventually
found himself outside the Summers' house again. He grabbed his
blanket and hightailed it inside. With a heavy heart he knelt
next to Joyce and whispered, "Goodbye, Joyce, I'm so sorry that
I couldn't get anyone to help me save you. You reminded me of
my mum, you know. You even look like her. I guess that why I
always came around to talk with you. Well, that and the
marshmallows."
Spike gave Joyce a final kiss on the forehead, and headed off to begin a new chapter of his un-life.
end part 2.
