Spike growled his rage into the still night.
"This pacing is not getting me where I want to go" Spike yelled. "The place I want is just across the street. I can see it... bloody "ell, I can read the address, there are no fuckin' cars, so why on
hells' green earth hell can't I just walk across and go there?"
This trip to see his progeny was becoming more ludicrous by the moment. There must be some
type of keep-away spell preventing him from directly approaching the building. He had watched
a couple walk past the store just a short time ago, and yet when he had tried the same route he
had, again, ended up in this parking lot. The situation was pushing his patience to the limit, but
he could see no solution to the problem of getting across the street. And if he couldn't get across
the street he would have to admit defeat and go back to Sunnydale.
I'll give it one more go, he thought to himself. Just walk forward , and... He suddenly realized he
had walked to the end of the block and not across the street as he had intended. With another
roar of rage he started tearing the stop sign from the post. He was so caught up in his frustration
he had ceased to notice his surroundings, so he startled when the slight figure rounded the corner
of the building.
A young man, or so he seemed, was running with his head down and coming on fast directly at
him. At the last moment when collision seemed eminent, the running figure swerved, grabbed
Spikes coat and started dragging him behind.
"You, you have to follow me. They are coming." he gasped. "Hurry, or they'll get you. Come
on." The runner had momentum on his side and Spike felt himself dragged into the street.
When Spike stepped off the curb he immediately felt a great reluctance to go forward but the
runner had not released his grip on the coat so he was obligated to follow where that lead. And
wonder of wonders, he thought, I'm headed straight for the store I've been trying to reach for hours.
He let himself be pulled to the side walk in front of the building before he bulked at being dragged.
"'Er, hold up now. What's coming?" He turned around and looked back the way they had come
and saw three demons coming down the street at a fast amble.
"Kindra." yelled his rescuer, looking back across the street. "Kindra, now would be a good time..."
He heard the door behind him open and the zing of metal crossing metal. Out of the corner of
his eye he caught a glimpse of a woman wielding a long sword. It was a unique enough sight that
he spared a few moments more to take a second look.
His smirk turned into a laugh. "Oh god, Joan of fuckin' bloody arc out to fight the good fight."
"That's Kindra to you. And you're next on my list of things to do, so stick around."
Kindra turned back to the demons and crouched down in a fighters stance waiting for the three
demons to close.
Spike also turned back to face the demons. After all the frustration of trying to cross the street a
good fight might just restore his good humor. Now, if the amazon would just stay out of his
way, he could probably dispatch these three pretty quickly.
One of the demons planted himself in front of Spike. "These are kinda' stupid buggers." he said
to Kindra, "but they do have very hard shells. Try catching them under the chin, there's a soft
spot there." Spike crouched down and turning, swept his leg at the demons knees. The demon
fell to the ground. Almost too easy, thought Spike, reaching into his duster for a stake. Too late
he realized that he had to leave all his pointy items back in Sunnydale. Airlines didn't take kindly
to potential weapons these days, so when he had flown to Las Vegas he had to make some
concessions. It wasn't as if he had no protection against things that go bump in the night, but
with these demons in front of him he did need more than fang and fist.
The demon finally realized that it wasn't being killed and took advantage of the lack of blows to
grab Spike by the shirt front and toss him over his head.
Spike, dazed, watched the demon lurch to it's feet and start ambling toward the door of the shop.
Kindra, he realized, was having a problem, too. She could bash at the two demons that were
faced off against her but she couldn't get the proper angle under the jaw to finish them off.
"Hey, you" he shouted to his rescuer, who's face he glimpsed in the upstairs window, "got any
knives or stakes you could spare?"
A knife came hurtling down from the second floor window to land near his feet but when he
looked up again there was no one at the window.
He reached over and grabbed the knife by the handle and climbed to his feet. The demon was at
the door trying to open it so he rushed over, leaped on its back, and shoved the knife up under
the beasts' chin. The blade slid through a chink in the diamond hard armor of the demon and cut
upward into the rudimentary brain. Spike held on until his feet touched the ground as the demon
fell lifeless. He removed the blade with a flourish and turned to see that Kindra had finally been
able to dispatch one of the demons but seemed to be having a problem getting the correct angle
to eliminate the last of the three.
"Quick, give me the knife." she yelled at Spike.
Spike shrugged his shoulder and tossed the knife, handle down, in Kindras' direction. She spun
around, snatched the knife out of the air and with the follow through continued up to bury the
blade just under the chin of the third demon.
Spike started to walk back to the door of the shop but was abruptly pushed from behind to be
slammed against the wall. There was no slayer strength behind the arm holding him to the wall,
but he could feel the point of the knife against the back of his spine.
"Ok, vampire, why are you here? And how did you get here? Answer quick or the knife goes in
and the sword finishes you off."
'Ye bloody git,' Spike thought to himself, 'you didn't think what would happen if the people knew
vampires existed.' He knew this oversight was because he had so often walked among the
Scoobies who knew he was a vampire but also knew he was chipped, just another thing to lay at
their feet when the chip was removed
"No, Kindra, stop, he's the one. Remember, I told you someone was going to come to help but he
wouldn't be quite right, but he would be the one to help. He's the one." The voice had come
from the upstairs window, but now he could hear someone banging down the steps. "Stop,
Kindra," the voice continued as the door to the shop was pushed open.
"Get back inside, Wil." said Kindra in a hard voice.
"NO" yelled Wil, "don't you hear what I'm saying? This guy is the one. I dreamed him and now
he's here. What are you doing?"
Spike heard the scuffling behind him and felt the knife leave his spine for a split second before
feeling it poke back in with more force then before, and then the pressure was gone. He spun
around and stood to watch the two girls struggling.
"Leave off, Wil. Are you trying to get us killed?" The one named Kindra was being bodily
dragged backwards by the other figure who by simple deductive logic, must be Wil.
Spike stood watching with the habitual sneer on his face. 'Amateurs.' he thought, and while it
was entertaining, the night was fleeting by and still he had not met with Wilamina.
He strode over to the two struggling women, grabbed the wrist of the sword arm and applied
pressure. The sword dropped with a clatter to the street and he kicked it away. He dodged a
swipe with the knife easily and caught the wrist on the follow through. He again applied pressure
and the knife dropped from the suddenly useless hand. He caught it on it's way to the ground.
"Enough." he roared.
The two women stopped struggling and broke apart to face him.
"See," said Kindra, glaring over to the other woman, "now he's gonna' kill us and it's all your fault."
"No he's not." Replied the other woman, taking deep breaths to slow her racing heart, "he's here to help me."
"I" said Spike, taking a menacing step forward, "am not going to kill you. And," he said, turning
to face the shorter of the women, "I am not going to help you. I am only here to try to meet some
one named Wilamina, and then I will be out of here. Are we clear?" He moved to hand the blade
back to the owner but had second thoughts and instead bent down, put the tip of the knife under
his boot and pushed downward. After a second there was a sharp snap. He then offered the knife,
hilt first to the woman named Kindra.
"You owe me buddy." she snapped looking at the now short Bowie knife. "This thing cost a few
bucks that I don't have."
The other woman took a step forward. She reached out a hand to touch Spike face but he
flinched backward and she dropped her hand. "Did, did you dream of me too?" she asked,
looking hopefully into his eyes.
"What? No." It was then that Spike realized that this was his great, what, four or five times granddaughter. Now that the goal to see her had been met, he realized that he had not put any thought into what he was going to actually say when they were together.
Spike looked over the girl in front of him. She was young. Her hair was a riot of dark brown
curls and was cut short. When she had grabbed him across the street her hair had been pushed up
under a cap and with her slender figure it had been easy enough to mistake her for a boy. Had he
looked at her face earlier he would have known she was no boy. Her features were regular and
set in an oval face with a wide generous mouth and startling dark blue eyes hinted at the beauty
that would be hers when she got older.
The young girl's face fell. "But I'm Wilamina." she said.
"And I" said Spike as he gave her his best court bow, "am your great, great, and couple more of
those, grandfather."
"Oh, wonderful." muttered Kindra. "Just what we fucking need, a delusional vampire."
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TBC- I finally know where this story is going, so sorry for the updates to the summary but maybe it will now fit. Also, many apologies for the chapter titles-I had been naming them before I began typing only to find that I ended in a far different place then where I had originally been headed...
