Eye Spy
The bell rang, and the students of Sunnydale High flowed out of all access points. I sat quietly watching them, wishing I could join them, but knowing that that was impossible.
I closed my eyes, reaching out to her. Today was the day they'd chosen, and the Slayer had to know, whether she liked it or not. He knew what I was about to do, even though I'd never told him. Somehow, he always knew.
I sighed, opening my eyes. I smiled to myself, seeing the look on Spike's face when once again his plans were going to be spoiled by the Slayer. Normally, I wouldn't do anything to upset Spike, but he can't see the consequences of his actions, as I can. If he knew the future, he wouldn't go through with this plan, but I am under oath never to reveal the future to anyone, ever.
Yes, I admit, that oath is a pain in the ass, but I can't go against everything that I've been taught since I was young, only when it's a must.
I got out of the car slowly. In a few minutes Buffy would be alone in the library, awaiting the arrival of her friends - the few that share in her secret. I would have seven minutes before the first - Cordelia - arrived. More than enough time to tell her how to stop Spike from killing her.
I strode down the hallways to the library without hesitation. Although I'd never been in the high school before, I knew where I was going.
I opened the door silently, startling Buffy. "Who-who are you?" she asked, trying to calm herself.
"You're in trouble," was my reply.
"Wh-what?"
"You must stop Spike. You have to get there first."
"Get where? What are you - "
I cut her off. "On the fishing boat, um..." I closed my eyes, trying to remember. "The Shift. Spike's hidden a weapon on it. You have to find it and destroy it, before they get there." I checked my watch. Four minutes remaining. "The boat will arrive at seven-forty-two exactly. That's all I can tell you." I turned to leave.
"Wait," I knew the question before she asked it. "Who are you?"
"Depends on who you ask." I replied. Then left. I passed Cordelia in the hallway, Xander and Willow not far behind her, but said nothing to any of them. Buffy would tell them.
"Who's that weird-looking girl that just passed me in the hallway? It looked like she came from here." Cordelia asked.
"I don't know." Buffy shrugged, her mind on other things. "Where's Giles?"
"Oh-he's coming. He just had to make a pitstop in the 'little boys' room'." Xander told them.
"I-I'm back now." Giles said, coming in behind them.
"Giles, someone was just here - a girl - and she said that Spike was going to try and kill me again." Buffy said.
"Oh? Go on," he urged.
Buffy continued, "She said that there was a weapon on board a boat - The Shift - and that I had to get to it first."
"Have you ever seen her before?" Willow asked.
Buffy shook her head. "No."
"How do you know she's not setting you up?" Xander added to the conversation.
"I don't," Buffy sighed. "But what if she was telling the truth?"
"We'll all go," Giles replied.
"Uh, not me, thanks." Cordelia said, shaking her head.
"Why do you always do that?" Xander demanded.
"Do what?"
"Chicken out."
"I do not chicken out!" Cordelia protested, putting her hands on her hips.
"Yeah? What do you call it then?" he spat.
"Regretfully declining the offer," she spat back.
"Stop it, you two," Giles interrupted. "If Cordelia doesn't wish to come along, she doesn't have to. Now, those of us that are going, should be prepared in case it is a trap. So, let's prepare," he ordered.
"Aye aye, sir," Xander saluted. "Sorry," he added when everyone stared at him.
"There you are, Pet." Spike stood when I entered. "I was worried about you."
"Aren't you always?" I replied without thinking about it.
"You warned the Slayer, didn't you?" he asked, ignoring my comment. I shrugged. "Pet, you can't just go around spoiling my plans all the time." he told me quietly, pulling me into a hug.
"I know that," I replied. "But you don't know what will happen if you succeed."
"What do you mean, Pet?"
"You're not the only one with plans to rule the world, Spike." I said, pulling away from him.
He half smiled. "I do realize that, Pet."
"I'm just watching out for you. You and Dru are the only family I've ever known - there was Acrigeus, but we weren't that close - not like us." I sighed, glancing over my shoulder, as Angel entered.
"So what's the plan, now that we don't have one? Rent movies from the local Videoflicks?" Angel asked with that snobby sarcasm he's famous for.
"We still have plans. Even if we don't get the Eye, we should still show up and pretend. Otherwise, Buffy will get too suspicious of nothing."
"What?" Angel demanded, confused. "Nevermind. When do we leave?"
"We aren't leaving. You're staying here." Spike told him matter-of-factly.
"Why?"
"Because I said so. Besides, someone has to hold down the fort."
Angel narrowed his eyes. "You have no power over me." he spat, then left.
"He's trouble," I whispered to Spike.
"I know," he agreed. "But there's nothing that I can do about him, except hope he doesn't act out on me. Y'know - I missed having him on our side, but after awhile more I'm going to be leaning over to the Buffy-take-him-back-for-the-sake-of-my-sanity side."
I smiled and shrugged. "I'll leave you two alone." I whispered seconds before Drusilla came in. Spike's face lit up when he saw her. I winked at her on my way out and she smiled back.
I wandered up to my room, on the second floor. Since the old warehouse burned down, we had to relocate. I got to choose where this time, and I'd had my eye on this old motel for a while now. I got first pick of the rooms and I chose the second floor, since that was where most of the windows were, and the others were quite pleased with the basement and main floor anyway, so it all worked out.
I spend my time listening to music - my favorite being the '90's rock, but including everything from Classical to what others that appear my age call 'Oldies'. It doesn't really matter what heading they appear under, I've grown up listening to all of it. Call me crazy, but sometimes I miss the simple tune sung by a king's minstrel.
I write songs and poems that usually have the same subjects: lost loves, forbidden loves, or loneliness. I've never let anyone read them, except him. He is not Spike, nor any of Spike's followers. We have shared love in all of our lifetimes, but he never remembers the previous ones.
We have yet to meet in this lifetime, something to look forward to. I just wish there was a way to change how we meet, and how we part.
I could look into the future to find out when and where, but I've never felt the need to look into my own future. I have all the time in the world, no need to rush. I can wait. I only seek out the consequences when I am unsure of the actions.
Voqtul lumbered to the side of my bed, where I sat quietly, pondering the ways of the world. She growled at me, sticking out her forked tongue.
Anyone else would've screamed at the sight of the little Komodo Dragon - little considering the fact that most other Dragons are at least two and a half metres long, and she's only a little over a metre in length. Because of the strange circumstances surrounding her birth, Voqtul is able to adapt to any climate, which is great because I don't know what I'd do without her. Like me, she is immortal, which is the reason I believe she can communicate with me telepathically.
I slid off the bed and knelt beside her, resting my hand on her scaly back. "Hey, Girl," I said, smiling.
You seem sad, she replied softly.
"Just lonely," I told her.
She rested her head on my lap. I am here, she replied.
"Lucky for me." I smiled
"Pet?" Spike called from outside my door.
"Yeah,"
He opened the door. "We're leaving. You and Angel try to get along, alright?" I nodded. "If he tries to hurt you - "
"I have Voqtul." I finished, patting the Komodo Dragon's back.
Spike nodded, smiling. "Be back soon, then." he replied, before closing the door.
I sat silently, I don't know for how long for time has no meaning for me, before getting up, and turning on the TV. I channel-surfed for a few minutes, before deciding to leave it on the music channel.
I didn't see Angel enter, but I knew he was there - partly because Voqtul got to her feet, hissing.
"I love you, too," Angel growled at her.
"What do you want?" I asked impatiently.
"Why don't you tell me?"
"I'm not in the mood for your games, Angel."
"Fine. I just thought you'd like to know that I'm leaving." he replied. "Bye," and with that, he was gone.
"Well, there's the bait," Xander whispered, nodding in the direction of the boat.
"So where's the hook." Buffy agreed. "You guys stay here. I'm going to check it out."
Xander nodded silently, as she crawled closer to the deserted boat. He glanced at his watch. "So, Will, what do you think? Maybe they won't show. That would be nice. Just for once, I'd like to go to bed earlier than four in the mornin'. Right Will?" Xander glanced beside him at where Willow had been. "Willow?" he turned around.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Mate." Spike shrugged, grabbing Xander by his hair.
"Buffy!" Xander shouted, before Spike threw him into a stack of empty crates.
Buffy lept over the crates that she and the others had been hiding behind, and landed in front of Spike, poised to attack.
Drusilla walked over to where Xander was lying on the shattered remains of the crates. "Did poor little Xander hurt his bum?" she cooed. Xander watched in horror as her face changed.
He tried to move back, away from her, but couldn't. He looked around him for a splinter that could serve as a stake. He saw one and reached for it. Drusilla grabbed his wrist with one hand, and put the other one around his neck.
"Naughty boy," she hissed, squeezing his windpipe. He fought to get away from her, but she was too strong.
Just when he was sure he couldn't take it any longer, the pressure was gone, and he gasped for breath.
Xander heard Drusilla scream, "Spike!" and he looked up at her. She was trying to reach something in her back. "Spike!" she called again, turning around. Xander saw the piece of wood sticking out where she'd been stabbed by Giles, who was now kneeling beside Xander. He'd missed her heart, but the stake had still caused damage.
Spike had Buffy on the ground when he heard Drusilla calling his name. At first he ignored her, but the urgency became more insistent, so he glanced back at her.
His eyes went wide when he saw the blood spot on the front of her dress. "NO!" he roared, forgetting about Buffy, and running to his love. "Oh, Baby, what happened?" Spike demanded as calmly as he could. Drusilla pointed to where Giles and Xander were crouched. "Son of a bitch," he whispered.
"Please, Spike. Take it out, take it out." Drusilla begged.
"We have to wait until we get home, Sweet. You there," he said to the vampire that was still holding Willow. "You have to take Dru home. Now."
"Well - what about her?" he asked.
"Let her go. You have to get Dru home." Spike ordered.
The vampire shrugged, and pushed Willow into Buffy, knocking them both over. He then picked Dru up, and headed toward the motel.
Spike glared angrily at Xander and Giles. He took in Xander's frightened face as he nudged Giles, alerting him to the approaching danger. Giles stood up, ready to defend himself.
Spike didn't feel the punch hit him in the nose. He was consumed with anger. He punched Giles square in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. Spike grabbed a crate off the top of a nearby stack, and smashed it over Giles' back. Giles yelped in pain, as Spike pulled him to his feet by his hair, then threw him into a stack of crates. Giles reached for one of the splinters, and rolled over to face Spike as he approached. As he tried to stab Spike, Spike grabbed his wrist, twisting it behind his back. Giles dropped the would-be stake. Spike knocked Giles to the ground, grabbed the stake, and shoved it into Giles' back, just out of his reach. Giles screamed in pain, and Spike kicked him.
Spike noticed Xander out of the corner of his eye, trying to escape. He ran after him. Spike caught up to Xander, and took him down. They rolled around on the ground, before Spike prevailed, and sat up on Xander's stomach and pinned him to the ground.
"Where did you think you were gonna get, then?" Spike demanded, fire in his eyes.
"Let him go," Buffy ordered.
"Back off, Slayer, or your friend here's my next meal." Spike growled, not taking his eyes from Xander's. "I mean it," he added fiercely.
Willow took a step closer to Buffy, but Buffy put her hand out, telling her to stay back. "Let him go," Buffy repeated, more firmly this time.
Spike pulled Xander to his feet, and placed his hands where he could easily snap his neck. "Get back!" Spike shouted angrily. "Or I snap his neck like a twig." he was moving toward her. Buffy backed away, and Spike dragged Xander along with him. "Smart girl," Spike replied, then he flung Xander over his shoulder, and ran, the other vampires right behind him.
"Buffy!" Xander yelled, stuggling to get away, but knowing that even if Spike dropped him, he wouldn't get far.
Buffy and Willow watched helplessly as the vampires took off down the road.
Giles screamed in pain, and Buffy ran to where the sound was coming from. "Giles!" she exclaimed.
Angel was kneeling beside him, holding a bloody piece of wood in one hand. He turned to face Buffy and Willow.
"Isn't Spike a pain in the ass?" Angel scoffed, shaking his head slowly.
"Get away from him!" Buffy yelled.
"Whoa, okay," Angel said, putting up his hands, and backing away.
"Giles? Are you alright?" Willow asked.
Giles nodded slowly.
"My God! No you're not," Buffy exclaimed, kneeling beside him. "Angel - "
"All I did was pull it out." Angel assured her.
"Liar!" she accused.
"No, no. It was Spike - but it was my fault. I stabbed Dr-Drusilla." Giles coughed.
"C'mon. We've got to get you to a hospital." Buffy replied. "Angel - " she turned to face him, but he was gone. "Will, help me," she told her.
Together, they helped Giles to his feet, and slowly made their way to the nearest phone booth.
We had already taken out the stake, and bandaged Drusilla's wounds by the time Spike and the others returned. Spike carelessly dropped Xander on the floor, and strode to where Drusilla lay.
"Tie him up." he ordered, pointing to Xander. "How are you feeling, Dru?" he asked softly, stroking her cheek.
"Hmmm, it hurts," she whispered.
"I know, I know," he paused, holding back the tears. "God, I'm so sorry, Baby. I - "
"Shh," she put her finger to his lips. "It's not your fault, Spike." she assured him, closing her eyes, and putting her hand down.
Spike kissed her on the cheek, then got up. He walked over to were two other vampires were tying Xander to a chair. Spike punched him in the face hard enough to knock him out, blood flowing from his nose.
I stepped up to Spike slowly, unsure of what to expect, not wanting to know. "Spike, I am so sorry. I should have known." I said shaking my head. I felt that I should cry, but I don't cry anymore.
He looked at me, and put his hand on my cheek. I saw the tears in his eyes as he pulled me closer. "It's not you fault, Pet." he whispered. "It's their fault, and they will pay for what they've done."
"Did they get the Eye?" I asked, pulling back a little.
"I doubt it, since they didn't actually know what they were looking for." Spike replied, shaking his head.
"Spike?" Drusilla called softly. Spike was at her side immediately.
I glanced over at Xander, shook my head, and then went up to my room to get some sleep.