Journey
By: Lynn
Rating: PG-13
A/N: I realize I haven't updated this
in a really long time. Hopefully, I
still have some readers out there. If I
do, you can all thank Son of Evil, who just recently wrote a review for
it. Just so you know, I'll probably
finish Confusion before I work on this, but here's what I have for right
now. Also, begin blatant hint
if I keep getting reviews for this and for Confusion, I'll be more likely to
finish them without letting it sit for 4 months. end blatant hint
Alea was walking quickly over the Watcher's Council Grounds toward the building that served as the school. She was going to be late. She hated that; her father was big on punctuality and had taught her to be so, too.
Oh, well…
"Alea! Wait up!" Turning, Alea saw a blur of limbs and books and blond hair running toward her – her best friend, Katherine. Katherine, on the other hand was always late. Usually because she tripped over something on the way. Alea felt a pang of guilt, as usual – Katherine knew Alea spent time with Rupert, but didn't know about William or the mentorship. She just didn't want that to be common knowledge, and, while she trusted Katherine, she didn't trust the rest of the trainees.
When Katherine caught up, they both entered the back of the classroom, earning a disapproving glance from the Professor.
"I'm sure you've all been looking forward to this lecture. The subject matter is truly interesting. Angelus and his crew are almost always involved in the best-known stories in Watcher history. Not to mention, the recent discovery of his soul, loss of said soul and being cursed again. Of course, that'll be later in the week. Today, we start with his "family". And that story actually starts ages ago, with a vampire commonly known as the Master…"
Alea and her classmates listen wide-eyed as the Professor weaved the story of the Scourge of Europe through the Master and Darla, Drusilla and William the Bloody.
"Now, some of you may have heard of the recent adventures of William the Bloody – or Spike as he is called these days. Don't laugh at the name – I know it's like a punk rocker, but he was given it for torturing his victims with a railroad spike. Anyway, due to a government chip in his brain, Spike has not fed on humans for some time and, in fact, was helping the Slayer up until just a little while ago. Because of this, we actually have a recent photo of him."
As the Professor fumbled with the equipment, he continued lecturing.
"Despite what anyone says, however, Spike does NOT have a soul. Make no mistake about it – without the chip, Spike would be as he was before: a vicious demon. Ah, here we go."
A large picture lit up the screen in the front of the room. Alea dropped her pen, gasping.
"Oh my God!"