Spike
Author: Trinity
Authors Notes: Here's the second chapter!
Disclaimer: Not mine, belong to.oh I don't know who they belong to.
Rating: Pg/Pg-13
Enjoy!
The floor of Spike's crypt was riddled with symbolls. Circles within circles within circles, pentegrams, Arcane ruins, half-used candles lighting up the dusty crypt.
And in the middle stood a demon and Spike.
"You want me to what?" The demon almost roared.
"Please, I want to get rid of my sould. I don't want it anymore." Spike almost pleaded. The demon sighed.
"You realize that I can't give out and take back soulds whenever I please don't you? If I take your soul back.I can never give it to you again.
Spike swallowed, and with a barely visible nod asked queitley:
"What do I have to do?" The demon chuckled.
"Oh no, getting rid of your soul is much easier than getting one. Just wait." Spike nervously shuffled from foot to foot. The demon sclasped his hands in front of him, lowered his head and closed his eyes. He stood that way for some time, and some part of Spike's mind wondere ludicrously if he had fallen asleep.
Then Spike screamed.
Buffy and the gang huddled together at four thirty in the morning after the had discovered the living room devoid of the bleached vampire and a few things short of some things. They had called Giles and immediately gathered in the Magic Shop. Xander was annoyed. He didn't see why Buffy was so worked up. Spike could go whenever he wanted. He was a big vampire. Xander didn't have anyproblem with that.
Buffy went outside for fresh air, standing in the low light of the streetlamp. She started as she looked to her left and saw a familiar duster. Then she relaxed as she realzied who it was.
"Spike!" she stepped forward, relieved, "Where did you go?" the vampire turned around, blowing a ring of smoke to the left away from Buffy.
"'Lo Slayer, missed me already?" Spike stepped into the light.and Buffy froze as the light illuminatead him. She saw Spike, William the Bloody, she saw the 140-something year old vampire who had killed way to many to count and two slayers. He looked different. His hair was newley bleached and slicked back. The air around him practicalyy sparked with danger.
Spike watche Buffy, cocking his head, and sauntered over to her. She backed away. He even walked diffrentley, more confidentley, dagerous.sexy.
"What's the matter slayer, cat got your tongue?"
"Spike, you're.you're"
"I'm souless, Slayer, free of me chip here too." He pointed to his head and stepped on his fag to put it out. Buffy watched him, eyes wide.
"How"
"Same demon who gave me my soul."
"Oh my god." Her heart punded in her chest as Spike stared at her, his eyes boring into her.
"What do you think of me now Slayer?"
Author: Trinity
Authors Notes: Here's the second chapter!
Disclaimer: Not mine, belong to.oh I don't know who they belong to.
Rating: Pg/Pg-13
Enjoy!
The floor of Spike's crypt was riddled with symbolls. Circles within circles within circles, pentegrams, Arcane ruins, half-used candles lighting up the dusty crypt.
And in the middle stood a demon and Spike.
"You want me to what?" The demon almost roared.
"Please, I want to get rid of my sould. I don't want it anymore." Spike almost pleaded. The demon sighed.
"You realize that I can't give out and take back soulds whenever I please don't you? If I take your soul back.I can never give it to you again.
Spike swallowed, and with a barely visible nod asked queitley:
"What do I have to do?" The demon chuckled.
"Oh no, getting rid of your soul is much easier than getting one. Just wait." Spike nervously shuffled from foot to foot. The demon sclasped his hands in front of him, lowered his head and closed his eyes. He stood that way for some time, and some part of Spike's mind wondere ludicrously if he had fallen asleep.
Then Spike screamed.
Buffy and the gang huddled together at four thirty in the morning after the had discovered the living room devoid of the bleached vampire and a few things short of some things. They had called Giles and immediately gathered in the Magic Shop. Xander was annoyed. He didn't see why Buffy was so worked up. Spike could go whenever he wanted. He was a big vampire. Xander didn't have anyproblem with that.
Buffy went outside for fresh air, standing in the low light of the streetlamp. She started as she looked to her left and saw a familiar duster. Then she relaxed as she realzied who it was.
"Spike!" she stepped forward, relieved, "Where did you go?" the vampire turned around, blowing a ring of smoke to the left away from Buffy.
"'Lo Slayer, missed me already?" Spike stepped into the light.and Buffy froze as the light illuminatead him. She saw Spike, William the Bloody, she saw the 140-something year old vampire who had killed way to many to count and two slayers. He looked different. His hair was newley bleached and slicked back. The air around him practicalyy sparked with danger.
Spike watche Buffy, cocking his head, and sauntered over to her. She backed away. He even walked diffrentley, more confidentley, dagerous.sexy.
"What's the matter slayer, cat got your tongue?"
"Spike, you're.you're"
"I'm souless, Slayer, free of me chip here too." He pointed to his head and stepped on his fag to put it out. Buffy watched him, eyes wide.
"How"
"Same demon who gave me my soul."
"Oh my god." Her heart punded in her chest as Spike stared at her, his eyes boring into her.
"What do you think of me now Slayer?"