Title: Never Cross a Killer
Part: Prologue/Black Roses
Author: Arsahi
Rated: PG-13
Distribution: Anyone who wants it, just ask.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is not mine. It's Joss Whedon's,
lucky little fart.
Dedication: To everyone who followed the prequel to this sequel!
Summary: Surprise, surprise--it's April, starting out around Easter, when
Buffy gets a really really surprise visitor.
Notes: Yeehaw--grab your seatbelts folks, it's another wild ride as we
join Buffy, Spike, Xander, Cordy, Willow, and Oz on yet another wacky
adventure.
~*~ Prologue/Black Roses ~*~
PROLOGUE
The chilly March air nipped at Spike's nose. He wandered through the
cemetery, heedless of anything that might be lurking in the shadows.
He hugged his duster tighter around him, not caring much to get cold,
and searched the names emblazoned on the tombstones for a specific
name. Margaret Hathaway, James Karen, Michael Johnson, Henry
Summers...
Spike halted and backpedaled a few steps. He read the inscription on
the headstone, realizing that this was the infamous missing father of
Buffy's. The infamous Hank.
He rolled his eyes and went back to reading the names on the head-
stones. Nicholas Brown, Theresa Brady, Mable Young...where the hell
had they put that grave?
He stopped, nearly tripping over the one he was looking for.
Darla Hannah Walthrop
September 28, 1977 - January 3, 2001
She Was In Over Her Head
"Hey Dar," Spike murmured. He looked around to see if anyone else
was in the cemetery and looked back down at the grave. He noticed
a bouquet of dark roses lying next to the headstone, obviously for
Darla. "Wha's this?"
He lifted the bouquet up and realized the roses were black. Black roses
for death. A little envelope and card fluttered from the tangle of roses
inside the plastic wrap and Spike bent down to retrieve the card, setting
the roses on the grave.
For some reason he couldn't name, Spike felt compelled to open the
envelope.
He narrowed his eyes, crumpled the note and jammed it into his pocket.
"Is this you're idea of a joke," he growled to no one. He knew there was
someone else there. They had put the roses there, they had put them
there for Spike to find. After all, the note had been addressed to him.
"If i' is, I don' see anyone laughin', mate."
He waited a few moments. No one jumped out at him behind a tree or
anything. Spike pressed his lips together, feeling endlessly silly for thinking
someone would be out to get him.
The only person that would be out to get him, if there WAS someone out
to get him, would be Liam. And Liam was safely behind bars in a maximum
security prison. There would be no way he could escape. No way.
Carefully, not wanting to get beat up in the cemetery, Spike picked his way
back to his car. He reached for the handle and almost pulled it open when
someone punched him and managed to slice open his eyebrow. Spike kicked
the teenager, shoved her away from his car, and jumped in, driving away.
"Dammit," he muttered. He hissed in pain as the area where his eyebrow
had been sliced open began to throb. "Bloody hell..."
The girl pulled herself up and stood in the road, holding her stomach where
Spike had kicked her. She wheezed, brushing her dark brown hair from her
face. "Almost had him," she grumbled, starting down the sidewalk. "I almost
had him, dammit!"
When Spike pulled into the driveway at his, Buffy's, and Joyce's home, he
kept glancing over his shoulder, paranoid, until he went inside and ran up
the stairs to Buffy. When he had his fiancée with him, he could face any-
thing. Without her, he was scared to death.
"Spike? What's wrong?" Buffy asked, knowing something had to be wrong
for him to cling to her like that.
Wordlessly he dug the crumpled card out of his pocket and raised his hand
to cover the gash on his eyebrow.
Buffy read over the note and narrowed her eyes. She went and picked up
the book she was reading, pulling out a piece of paper.
The notes had the same handwriting.
Spike proceeded to go to bed.
Part: Prologue/Black Roses
Author: Arsahi
Rated: PG-13
Distribution: Anyone who wants it, just ask.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is not mine. It's Joss Whedon's,
lucky little fart.
Dedication: To everyone who followed the prequel to this sequel!
Summary: Surprise, surprise--it's April, starting out around Easter, when
Buffy gets a really really surprise visitor.
Notes: Yeehaw--grab your seatbelts folks, it's another wild ride as we
join Buffy, Spike, Xander, Cordy, Willow, and Oz on yet another wacky
adventure.
~*~ Prologue/Black Roses ~*~
PROLOGUE
The chilly March air nipped at Spike's nose. He wandered through the
cemetery, heedless of anything that might be lurking in the shadows.
He hugged his duster tighter around him, not caring much to get cold,
and searched the names emblazoned on the tombstones for a specific
name. Margaret Hathaway, James Karen, Michael Johnson, Henry
Summers...
Spike halted and backpedaled a few steps. He read the inscription on
the headstone, realizing that this was the infamous missing father of
Buffy's. The infamous Hank.
He rolled his eyes and went back to reading the names on the head-
stones. Nicholas Brown, Theresa Brady, Mable Young...where the hell
had they put that grave?
He stopped, nearly tripping over the one he was looking for.
Darla Hannah Walthrop
September 28, 1977 - January 3, 2001
She Was In Over Her Head
"Hey Dar," Spike murmured. He looked around to see if anyone else
was in the cemetery and looked back down at the grave. He noticed
a bouquet of dark roses lying next to the headstone, obviously for
Darla. "Wha's this?"
He lifted the bouquet up and realized the roses were black. Black roses
for death. A little envelope and card fluttered from the tangle of roses
inside the plastic wrap and Spike bent down to retrieve the card, setting
the roses on the grave.
For some reason he couldn't name, Spike felt compelled to open the
envelope.
He narrowed his eyes, crumpled the note and jammed it into his pocket.
"Is this you're idea of a joke," he growled to no one. He knew there was
someone else there. They had put the roses there, they had put them
there for Spike to find. After all, the note had been addressed to him.
"If i' is, I don' see anyone laughin', mate."
He waited a few moments. No one jumped out at him behind a tree or
anything. Spike pressed his lips together, feeling endlessly silly for thinking
someone would be out to get him.
The only person that would be out to get him, if there WAS someone out
to get him, would be Liam. And Liam was safely behind bars in a maximum
security prison. There would be no way he could escape. No way.
Carefully, not wanting to get beat up in the cemetery, Spike picked his way
back to his car. He reached for the handle and almost pulled it open when
someone punched him and managed to slice open his eyebrow. Spike kicked
the teenager, shoved her away from his car, and jumped in, driving away.
"Dammit," he muttered. He hissed in pain as the area where his eyebrow
had been sliced open began to throb. "Bloody hell..."
The girl pulled herself up and stood in the road, holding her stomach where
Spike had kicked her. She wheezed, brushing her dark brown hair from her
face. "Almost had him," she grumbled, starting down the sidewalk. "I almost
had him, dammit!"
When Spike pulled into the driveway at his, Buffy's, and Joyce's home, he
kept glancing over his shoulder, paranoid, until he went inside and ran up
the stairs to Buffy. When he had his fiancée with him, he could face any-
thing. Without her, he was scared to death.
"Spike? What's wrong?" Buffy asked, knowing something had to be wrong
for him to cling to her like that.
Wordlessly he dug the crumpled card out of his pocket and raised his hand
to cover the gash on his eyebrow.
Buffy read over the note and narrowed her eyes. She went and picked up
the book she was reading, pulling out a piece of paper.
The notes had the same handwriting.
Spike proceeded to go to bed.