Title: Buffy: The Vampire?
Part: 3/10 "and all that could have been"
Disclaimer's, Note's, etc. In part one
a/note: a hearty little woo-hoo from me. "smashed" is now my official favorite BtVS episode... still can't believe it even after watching it at least a dozen times!
THANKS: to everyone who's read and responded! Means lots to me!
Spike walked into the glass-roofed room that Kendra was kept in. A cup of blood from an earlier kill in hand.
He felt as broken inside as she looked on the outside.
During the day there was only a small corner in the room that was shaded. It was almost daylight. Spike felt so sorry for her. Angel was beyond evil of the norm. Keeping his latest childe chained up like an animal.
Buffy and Kendra had been constantly around each other. Buffy keeping the other dead less-experienced slayer from her shire's cruel hand. Well, she had until Dru had a witch send his love into another dimension.
Spike knelt down by Kendra. She looked up at him with horror in her eyes until she realized he wasn't Angelus. "Buffy?" She barely managed to whisper.
"Gone." He said, looking away from her. He set down the cup and unchained her. "Drink up, you need your strength."
"She's dead?"
"I don't think so. It's a long story. I'll explain tomorrow." He helped her up and took her to her room. Once she was sleeping comfortably, he went to his own room.
He stripped off his clothes and crawled under the covers. At night he and Kendra would hunt for the witch that sent Buffy away. He shut his eyes and visions of Buffy danced across his mind.
~ "So that's the new slayer? Pretty." Angelus glanced at the slayer who dusted one of his minions. "Like a little doll." Drusilla cried, clapping her hands together.
"You break your dolls, Dru." Spike said just arriving, not seeing the slayer amidst the dust.
"That's all the fun of it." She purred.
"Let's just kill her and get it over with." Darla sighed. "Sooner she's dead..."
"The sooner another will come." Spike finished. The slayer seemed to sense them because she turned to face where they were. Her hazel eyes were wide with horror.
"Giles!" She screamed, searching for her Watcher.
"Pretty little slayer..." Dru danced around, childlike glee on her face.
"What's your name?" Angel walked up to her.
She glanced around, looking for a stake. Angel took the opportunity to grab her by her arms. "Weren't thinking of dusting me and my family, were you?"
"Let go of me!" She shouted, kicking him in the groin.
Angel let out a yelp and dropped her. She ran off.
Spike stared at her retreating form, enchanted by her beauty, innocence and youth.
"Damn it!" Angel yelled. "Why didn't any of you go after her?"
Darla was staring at Drusilla who was sobbing, clutching at Spike's jacket. "No... you're mine." ~
Spike tossed and turned restlessly on his bed, trying to sleep.
~ "Why?" The slayer, Buffy asked Spike.
"Why what, Pet?" He took his cigarette out of his mouth.
"This is the fourth time you've helped me. Why?"
"I love you." He stated simply.
She opened her mouth, then shut it. Her eyes so wide and innocent. ~
~ "We need to talk, Spike." Buffy said, following him after he'd helped her fight off Angel.
"'Bout what, Slayer?"
"This... is not normal. You can't keep helping me. I have to kill you." She hugged herself.
He handed her a piece of wood that had been by his foot. "Do it then. I'm not gonna stop you if this is what you want."
She looked down at the makeshift stake in her hands, a sob escaping her lips. "I..." She dropped it as he moved closer to her.
"Shhh." He hushed her, putting his lips over hers. Her body shook in his arms as he led her off to a far corner of the cemetery. Shedding clothes as they went along. ~
Spike sat up in his bed, giving up any hope of sleeping. He waited until sunset to go wake up Kendra.
"Come on, Pet, time to get Buffy back." He said from the doorway.
Part: 3/10 "and all that could have been"
Disclaimer's, Note's, etc. In part one
a/note: a hearty little woo-hoo from me. "smashed" is now my official favorite BtVS episode... still can't believe it even after watching it at least a dozen times!
THANKS: to everyone who's read and responded! Means lots to me!
Spike walked into the glass-roofed room that Kendra was kept in. A cup of blood from an earlier kill in hand.
He felt as broken inside as she looked on the outside.
During the day there was only a small corner in the room that was shaded. It was almost daylight. Spike felt so sorry for her. Angel was beyond evil of the norm. Keeping his latest childe chained up like an animal.
Buffy and Kendra had been constantly around each other. Buffy keeping the other dead less-experienced slayer from her shire's cruel hand. Well, she had until Dru had a witch send his love into another dimension.
Spike knelt down by Kendra. She looked up at him with horror in her eyes until she realized he wasn't Angelus. "Buffy?" She barely managed to whisper.
"Gone." He said, looking away from her. He set down the cup and unchained her. "Drink up, you need your strength."
"She's dead?"
"I don't think so. It's a long story. I'll explain tomorrow." He helped her up and took her to her room. Once she was sleeping comfortably, he went to his own room.
He stripped off his clothes and crawled under the covers. At night he and Kendra would hunt for the witch that sent Buffy away. He shut his eyes and visions of Buffy danced across his mind.
~ "So that's the new slayer? Pretty." Angelus glanced at the slayer who dusted one of his minions. "Like a little doll." Drusilla cried, clapping her hands together.
"You break your dolls, Dru." Spike said just arriving, not seeing the slayer amidst the dust.
"That's all the fun of it." She purred.
"Let's just kill her and get it over with." Darla sighed. "Sooner she's dead..."
"The sooner another will come." Spike finished. The slayer seemed to sense them because she turned to face where they were. Her hazel eyes were wide with horror.
"Giles!" She screamed, searching for her Watcher.
"Pretty little slayer..." Dru danced around, childlike glee on her face.
"What's your name?" Angel walked up to her.
She glanced around, looking for a stake. Angel took the opportunity to grab her by her arms. "Weren't thinking of dusting me and my family, were you?"
"Let go of me!" She shouted, kicking him in the groin.
Angel let out a yelp and dropped her. She ran off.
Spike stared at her retreating form, enchanted by her beauty, innocence and youth.
"Damn it!" Angel yelled. "Why didn't any of you go after her?"
Darla was staring at Drusilla who was sobbing, clutching at Spike's jacket. "No... you're mine." ~
Spike tossed and turned restlessly on his bed, trying to sleep.
~ "Why?" The slayer, Buffy asked Spike.
"Why what, Pet?" He took his cigarette out of his mouth.
"This is the fourth time you've helped me. Why?"
"I love you." He stated simply.
She opened her mouth, then shut it. Her eyes so wide and innocent. ~
~ "We need to talk, Spike." Buffy said, following him after he'd helped her fight off Angel.
"'Bout what, Slayer?"
"This... is not normal. You can't keep helping me. I have to kill you." She hugged herself.
He handed her a piece of wood that had been by his foot. "Do it then. I'm not gonna stop you if this is what you want."
She looked down at the makeshift stake in her hands, a sob escaping her lips. "I..." She dropped it as he moved closer to her.
"Shhh." He hushed her, putting his lips over hers. Her body shook in his arms as he led her off to a far corner of the cemetery. Shedding clothes as they went along. ~
Spike sat up in his bed, giving up any hope of sleeping. He waited until sunset to go wake up Kendra.
"Come on, Pet, time to get Buffy back." He said from the doorway.
