Title: Switch In Identities
Chapter Title: Pain In the Ass
Author: Baby Blues
E-mail: purely_blissful@hotmail.com
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, but the story is.
Summary: Spike wants to find his sire . . . and a few revelations are made. Can Angel accept this new information?
Dedication: To everyone! Happy New Year!
Excerpt:
~Spike: She's my bloody sire . . . I can feel her. And I know she's near.
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"Buffy . . . she's your sire?" Angel asked in horror.
Spike nodded. "I can only guess that you've met her," the blonde said in conclusion. "Blond, hazel eyes, petite, about yay tall?" Spike asked, lifting his hand five feet from the floor.
"What's on her left shoulder blade?" Angel challenged as jealousy and ache creeping towards his heart at the fact that if Spike answered correctly, then not was it true that Buffy was a vampire, but Spike's ex-lover as well.
"You saw her naked?!" Spike roared.
"What's. On. Her. Left. Shoulder?" Angel asked through gritted teeth, yet enjoying Spike's reaction with male pride.
"An 'A' with wings," the blonde answered, glaring back at Angel with more than a hint of possessiveness.
"I feel a lot of tension in the air," Cordelia commented quietly, earning a quick agreement from Gunn who nodded.
"Eliza you say?" Wesley asked as he flipped through some pages of a book. The Watcher looked at Spike with a mix terror and surprise on his face. "But Eliza died in 1883."
"She did," Spike said with a slight nod, "And Buffy was born the day the demon died."
"I fear I don't understand," Wesley said in confusion.
"Eliza gained a soul that day. A punishment given from a young man from a gypsy clan," Spike explained.
"A soul?"
"Yes. A bloody soul. A bloody conscience. The essence she lived with when she was still alive and breathing . . . when her heart was still beating and when she was still able to go out in the sun and bask in its rays," Spike described touchily and with a wave of his hand.
The others stared at him blankly.
Spike rolled eyes. "Bloody hell," he muttered, "When a person turns into a vampire, they loose their soul. With me so far?"
They just continued to stare at him in question.
The bleach blonde took a deep breath to calm his nerves down and continued on, "When a person arises as a vampire, the demon takes over the body while the soul floats up in heaven or wherever they hang out," he went on, "But if a vampire were to have been given back their soul, the demon is held back and is then controlled by the spirit once again."
"So the vampire now has to live with an essence from before it became a vampire," Wesley said, eyes widening in understanding.
"Exactly," Spike said in relief glad that Jeeves at least comprehended what he was saying if not the others. "The soul now has to live with the torture of knowing what they did . . . all the lives they took, all the massacre they created in their wake," he said, brightening a bit from the remembrance.
"You are one sick and twisted vampire," Cordelia said in disgust.
"Why thank you," Spike replied cheerily.
"It says here that Buffy . . . "
Angel glared at him, not really knowing why. But Wesley understood and cleared his throat.
"I mean . . . Eliza that she was a very fierce demon," Wesley said as Angel walked towards him and scanned the pages along with his Watcher. "Feared all over Europe . . . especially ten years after she was made. That's when she became well known."
"Yup," Spike said proudly, "Sired by the Master. She was a childe born in revenge. The ultimate weapon against the Demon Hunter of that time."
"How?" Wesley asked curiously.
Spike shrugged. "I don't know the whole story. Eliza didn't tell me all the nitty gritty details of her life as a human, but she did say that her change caused the Hunter a lot of pain . . . thus weakening him. I'm not quite sure how the rest went, but the Hunter survived to live ten more years." Spike smirked wickedly, "The Master failed once again. What else is new, ey?" he chuckled.
Angel nodded. "The demons from last night called her Elizabeth . . . reminded her how she was supposed to be queen or something," he said, wanting Spike to elaborate what they meant before he screamed at the skies for the unfairness of it all.
Buffy . . . a vampire.
He wanted to hit something . . . namely Spike.
"She fancied the name Eliza more . . . did she kill them?" Spike asked quirkily.
"She did . . . actually."
"That's my girl," Spike playfully purred, causing Angel to glare at him.
"What's with the queen thing?" Cordelia asked.
"Eliza was destined to become the most powerful vampire in history. She was supposed to bring chaos and nobody was to stop her," Spike said, beaming. "And as her chosen mate, I was to become her right hand," he said proudly.
"Mate?" Angel almost choked.
No . . . Good God . . . No! Not with this . . . thing, this living corpse!
"Yes," Spike grinned impishly, "Mate . . . of every word."
Angel was ready to vomit.
"Then is that why the young gypsy cursed her with a soul?" Wesley asked, interrupting the jealous verbal sparring the two young . . . well . . . maybe not young . . . but males were soon to get into, "For fear that the prophecy would come true?"
Spike frowned. "Don't really know why the kid gave her a soul," he answered truthfully, "Only Buffy knows the true answer to that question. But I wouldn't doubt the kid was her toy. Eliza likes playing with her food," Spike grinned.
Angel wanted to heave, from the mental picture of Buffy drinking from a human and Buffy with this . . . vampire. Disgusting and very annoying vampire. Who needs a new set clothes and a new personality.
"So," Spike said, clapping his hands together, "You gonna help or what?"
"Yes," Angel replied too quickly.
Everyone stared at him in surprise.
"So," Angel said, running for the book cases, "Let's get this started. Cordelia, you're on the net. Gunn, I want some answers on the street. Wesley, get to the books and don't forget to call the watcher's Council."
Everyone still sat motionless.
"Why are you so bloody eager to help, Peaches?" Spike finally asked for all of them.
"I'm not," Angel insisted with a shrug, "Just want to know who she is."
The others stared at him doubtfully, but said nothing.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Found her address," Cordelia stated triumphantly after a few hours of non-stop searching in front of the computer. "And damn . . . she likes to live in style. A nice penthouse looking over LA."
"I'll search there," Spike called as he grabbed the piece of paper from Cordelia. "I'll call you if I find her there!" with that, the vampire disappeared down in the basement to go through the sewers.
"Not even a thank you?" Cordelia scoffed, "Rotten vampire," she mumbled.
"You still have the address?" Angel asked hurriedly, wanting to get there before Spike did.
He needed to talk to Buffy first . . . plus, he didn't want to know what would happen in the meeting between her and Spike. He just couldn't and didn't want to even imagine it.
"Hold your horses there, Romeo," Gunn spoke as he came through the entrance door, "She's in the skating rink on the other side of town. She leaved in an hour. You can still catch up . . . "
Angel grabbed his jacket before Gunn could even finish.
He had to see her.
Continued . . .
Hi! I just want to clear something out. I didn't write these chapters. It's all been Baby Blues work. She wrote these before she went into surgery. I'm just updating. I can't write worth shit. I draw. But I can't write. It's all Baby Blues so there's no credit for me. I just do the updating. Yeah, so, just to let eveyrone know. :)
Chapter Title: Pain In the Ass
Author: Baby Blues
E-mail: purely_blissful@hotmail.com
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, but the story is.
Summary: Spike wants to find his sire . . . and a few revelations are made. Can Angel accept this new information?
Dedication: To everyone! Happy New Year!
Excerpt:
~Spike: She's my bloody sire . . . I can feel her. And I know she's near.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Buffy . . . she's your sire?" Angel asked in horror.
Spike nodded. "I can only guess that you've met her," the blonde said in conclusion. "Blond, hazel eyes, petite, about yay tall?" Spike asked, lifting his hand five feet from the floor.
"What's on her left shoulder blade?" Angel challenged as jealousy and ache creeping towards his heart at the fact that if Spike answered correctly, then not was it true that Buffy was a vampire, but Spike's ex-lover as well.
"You saw her naked?!" Spike roared.
"What's. On. Her. Left. Shoulder?" Angel asked through gritted teeth, yet enjoying Spike's reaction with male pride.
"An 'A' with wings," the blonde answered, glaring back at Angel with more than a hint of possessiveness.
"I feel a lot of tension in the air," Cordelia commented quietly, earning a quick agreement from Gunn who nodded.
"Eliza you say?" Wesley asked as he flipped through some pages of a book. The Watcher looked at Spike with a mix terror and surprise on his face. "But Eliza died in 1883."
"She did," Spike said with a slight nod, "And Buffy was born the day the demon died."
"I fear I don't understand," Wesley said in confusion.
"Eliza gained a soul that day. A punishment given from a young man from a gypsy clan," Spike explained.
"A soul?"
"Yes. A bloody soul. A bloody conscience. The essence she lived with when she was still alive and breathing . . . when her heart was still beating and when she was still able to go out in the sun and bask in its rays," Spike described touchily and with a wave of his hand.
The others stared at him blankly.
Spike rolled eyes. "Bloody hell," he muttered, "When a person turns into a vampire, they loose their soul. With me so far?"
They just continued to stare at him in question.
The bleach blonde took a deep breath to calm his nerves down and continued on, "When a person arises as a vampire, the demon takes over the body while the soul floats up in heaven or wherever they hang out," he went on, "But if a vampire were to have been given back their soul, the demon is held back and is then controlled by the spirit once again."
"So the vampire now has to live with an essence from before it became a vampire," Wesley said, eyes widening in understanding.
"Exactly," Spike said in relief glad that Jeeves at least comprehended what he was saying if not the others. "The soul now has to live with the torture of knowing what they did . . . all the lives they took, all the massacre they created in their wake," he said, brightening a bit from the remembrance.
"You are one sick and twisted vampire," Cordelia said in disgust.
"Why thank you," Spike replied cheerily.
"It says here that Buffy . . . "
Angel glared at him, not really knowing why. But Wesley understood and cleared his throat.
"I mean . . . Eliza that she was a very fierce demon," Wesley said as Angel walked towards him and scanned the pages along with his Watcher. "Feared all over Europe . . . especially ten years after she was made. That's when she became well known."
"Yup," Spike said proudly, "Sired by the Master. She was a childe born in revenge. The ultimate weapon against the Demon Hunter of that time."
"How?" Wesley asked curiously.
Spike shrugged. "I don't know the whole story. Eliza didn't tell me all the nitty gritty details of her life as a human, but she did say that her change caused the Hunter a lot of pain . . . thus weakening him. I'm not quite sure how the rest went, but the Hunter survived to live ten more years." Spike smirked wickedly, "The Master failed once again. What else is new, ey?" he chuckled.
Angel nodded. "The demons from last night called her Elizabeth . . . reminded her how she was supposed to be queen or something," he said, wanting Spike to elaborate what they meant before he screamed at the skies for the unfairness of it all.
Buffy . . . a vampire.
He wanted to hit something . . . namely Spike.
"She fancied the name Eliza more . . . did she kill them?" Spike asked quirkily.
"She did . . . actually."
"That's my girl," Spike playfully purred, causing Angel to glare at him.
"What's with the queen thing?" Cordelia asked.
"Eliza was destined to become the most powerful vampire in history. She was supposed to bring chaos and nobody was to stop her," Spike said, beaming. "And as her chosen mate, I was to become her right hand," he said proudly.
"Mate?" Angel almost choked.
No . . . Good God . . . No! Not with this . . . thing, this living corpse!
"Yes," Spike grinned impishly, "Mate . . . of every word."
Angel was ready to vomit.
"Then is that why the young gypsy cursed her with a soul?" Wesley asked, interrupting the jealous verbal sparring the two young . . . well . . . maybe not young . . . but males were soon to get into, "For fear that the prophecy would come true?"
Spike frowned. "Don't really know why the kid gave her a soul," he answered truthfully, "Only Buffy knows the true answer to that question. But I wouldn't doubt the kid was her toy. Eliza likes playing with her food," Spike grinned.
Angel wanted to heave, from the mental picture of Buffy drinking from a human and Buffy with this . . . vampire. Disgusting and very annoying vampire. Who needs a new set clothes and a new personality.
"So," Spike said, clapping his hands together, "You gonna help or what?"
"Yes," Angel replied too quickly.
Everyone stared at him in surprise.
"So," Angel said, running for the book cases, "Let's get this started. Cordelia, you're on the net. Gunn, I want some answers on the street. Wesley, get to the books and don't forget to call the watcher's Council."
Everyone still sat motionless.
"Why are you so bloody eager to help, Peaches?" Spike finally asked for all of them.
"I'm not," Angel insisted with a shrug, "Just want to know who she is."
The others stared at him doubtfully, but said nothing.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Found her address," Cordelia stated triumphantly after a few hours of non-stop searching in front of the computer. "And damn . . . she likes to live in style. A nice penthouse looking over LA."
"I'll search there," Spike called as he grabbed the piece of paper from Cordelia. "I'll call you if I find her there!" with that, the vampire disappeared down in the basement to go through the sewers.
"Not even a thank you?" Cordelia scoffed, "Rotten vampire," she mumbled.
"You still have the address?" Angel asked hurriedly, wanting to get there before Spike did.
He needed to talk to Buffy first . . . plus, he didn't want to know what would happen in the meeting between her and Spike. He just couldn't and didn't want to even imagine it.
"Hold your horses there, Romeo," Gunn spoke as he came through the entrance door, "She's in the skating rink on the other side of town. She leaved in an hour. You can still catch up . . . "
Angel grabbed his jacket before Gunn could even finish.
He had to see her.
Continued . . .
Hi! I just want to clear something out. I didn't write these chapters. It's all been Baby Blues work. She wrote these before she went into surgery. I'm just updating. I can't write worth shit. I draw. But I can't write. It's all Baby Blues so there's no credit for me. I just do the updating. Yeah, so, just to let eveyrone know. :)