Chapter 6
"You will report to Sunnydale by tomorrow morning, radioing back the status of the town. We have allies there and once you have gotten in contact with them you will start phase two of your mission."
"Hey James Bond, explain?" Spike raised his brow. Elizabeth had still been waiting when he returned and they had finally been admitted in to see the council.
"You will meet up with some of your old friends Spike. Elizabeth will have a translation of the book. You are to take it to Willow Rosenberg. When she has it she will contact us and we can do the spell simultaneously. Doing that will increase it's power and hopefully do some damage to the vampire population."
"How?"
"Creating a disease that wipes them out."
"How do I know I won't get affected?" Locked in a gaze with the stubborn man Spike refused to stop.
"The chip should keep you safe." One of the nicer field operatives answered, mostly to stop the argument and get the meeting over with.
"You understand Elizabeth?"
"Yes."
"Good. You have your assignment. We expect to hear from you within 24 hours. Here are your plane tickets."
"Hey mate, I don't fly during the day." Spike hissed.
"That's your problem." The woman handed Elizabeth the tickets and the Watchers filled out of the room leaving the vampire and the Slayer alone.
When the sun went down that night they went to the airport, in truth they had been given night time tickets, the council had just done their version of teasing. Spike had no bags, and Elizabeth a small duffel that she clutched like a small child clutched a stuffed animal. Spike guessed it was all she really had, time sure were tough.
"You want the window?" Spike raised a brow. "Ok I'll take the window." Elizabeth slid into the seat and buckled her belt. She folded her hands in her lap and sat silently. Spike watched with interest.
"Slayer, are you afraid of flying?"
"What? Me? No."
"So your hands aren't white? Just pale from lack of sun."
"Would you shut up? God you're annoying. Remember I can stake you?"
"Oh Spike, please will you come with me? I deserve a little bit more respect than that you bint."
"Shut up."
"If you tell me that again I'll-"
"Up there. See those two. Vampires."
"I see. But are you saying we should stake em? It would cause an uproar. We wait until the plane lands."
"That's like 6 hours."
"But they can't do anything now. Maybe they just want to go on vacation."
"Ok. So Spike, what's with your happy?"
"Call it nerves Slayer. I haven't seen these people for 20 bloody years. They probably want to give me an ass kicking. I doubt I'm the person they're most wanting to see now."
"But we come bearing the book."
"Does that make a difference? You can't even fathom what twenty years is to a human. To me, it's nothing. It's still too soon." Spike glared past her to the window which displayed the night scene of London as they took off.
"Your right, I can't fathom. I might not live to twenty." Elizabeth said, closing her eyes, looking pale as moonlight.
"Never mind. Let's just watch this movie." Spike bit his lip until it bled and sucked out the blood, a habit that had repulsed Buffy way back when.
The plane landed quicker than Spike would have imagined and they were soon in a cab going towards The Cemetery. Spike had convinced Elizabeth to visit his old haunt before they set up shop in a hotel. Sure enough there was his crypt. But it wasn't his own anymore. Defiled by 20 years of other vampires the place was a mess. As clear as Spike could tell there weren't any living there anymore.
Leaving Elizabeth at the door he headed to his basement as he liked to call it. Not many knew about the lower level. He found the trap door, something he could still do in pitch darkness and inhaled 20 years of dust and grime. No one had bothered it. He went inside and found the remains of his shrine to Buffy. It was eerily creepy, this memorial and he soon escaped back upstairs.
"Come on." He said to Elizabeth, hurrying past her out into the early morning haziness.
"What, you don't want to give me the grand tour?"
"Spike?" Spike stopped short of the man in uniform.
"Harris?" Spike's draw dropped.
"You will report to Sunnydale by tomorrow morning, radioing back the status of the town. We have allies there and once you have gotten in contact with them you will start phase two of your mission."
"Hey James Bond, explain?" Spike raised his brow. Elizabeth had still been waiting when he returned and they had finally been admitted in to see the council.
"You will meet up with some of your old friends Spike. Elizabeth will have a translation of the book. You are to take it to Willow Rosenberg. When she has it she will contact us and we can do the spell simultaneously. Doing that will increase it's power and hopefully do some damage to the vampire population."
"How?"
"Creating a disease that wipes them out."
"How do I know I won't get affected?" Locked in a gaze with the stubborn man Spike refused to stop.
"The chip should keep you safe." One of the nicer field operatives answered, mostly to stop the argument and get the meeting over with.
"You understand Elizabeth?"
"Yes."
"Good. You have your assignment. We expect to hear from you within 24 hours. Here are your plane tickets."
"Hey mate, I don't fly during the day." Spike hissed.
"That's your problem." The woman handed Elizabeth the tickets and the Watchers filled out of the room leaving the vampire and the Slayer alone.
When the sun went down that night they went to the airport, in truth they had been given night time tickets, the council had just done their version of teasing. Spike had no bags, and Elizabeth a small duffel that she clutched like a small child clutched a stuffed animal. Spike guessed it was all she really had, time sure were tough.
"You want the window?" Spike raised a brow. "Ok I'll take the window." Elizabeth slid into the seat and buckled her belt. She folded her hands in her lap and sat silently. Spike watched with interest.
"Slayer, are you afraid of flying?"
"What? Me? No."
"So your hands aren't white? Just pale from lack of sun."
"Would you shut up? God you're annoying. Remember I can stake you?"
"Oh Spike, please will you come with me? I deserve a little bit more respect than that you bint."
"Shut up."
"If you tell me that again I'll-"
"Up there. See those two. Vampires."
"I see. But are you saying we should stake em? It would cause an uproar. We wait until the plane lands."
"That's like 6 hours."
"But they can't do anything now. Maybe they just want to go on vacation."
"Ok. So Spike, what's with your happy?"
"Call it nerves Slayer. I haven't seen these people for 20 bloody years. They probably want to give me an ass kicking. I doubt I'm the person they're most wanting to see now."
"But we come bearing the book."
"Does that make a difference? You can't even fathom what twenty years is to a human. To me, it's nothing. It's still too soon." Spike glared past her to the window which displayed the night scene of London as they took off.
"Your right, I can't fathom. I might not live to twenty." Elizabeth said, closing her eyes, looking pale as moonlight.
"Never mind. Let's just watch this movie." Spike bit his lip until it bled and sucked out the blood, a habit that had repulsed Buffy way back when.
The plane landed quicker than Spike would have imagined and they were soon in a cab going towards The Cemetery. Spike had convinced Elizabeth to visit his old haunt before they set up shop in a hotel. Sure enough there was his crypt. But it wasn't his own anymore. Defiled by 20 years of other vampires the place was a mess. As clear as Spike could tell there weren't any living there anymore.
Leaving Elizabeth at the door he headed to his basement as he liked to call it. Not many knew about the lower level. He found the trap door, something he could still do in pitch darkness and inhaled 20 years of dust and grime. No one had bothered it. He went inside and found the remains of his shrine to Buffy. It was eerily creepy, this memorial and he soon escaped back upstairs.
"Come on." He said to Elizabeth, hurrying past her out into the early morning haziness.
"What, you don't want to give me the grand tour?"
"Spike?" Spike stopped short of the man in uniform.
"Harris?" Spike's draw dropped.