Summary: The end of the series in my little Sunnydale, anyway
Spoilers: Through episode 21, so be warned.
Disclaimer; ME owns them, I just play with them.
A/N: This is only the second fiction I have written, so if you review, be nice. And yes, I am completely a Spuffy 'shipper. In my little Sunnydale, Buffy would only kiss Angel if she was under the influence of First Evil. I changed the chapter titles, which are all taken from the movie "The Princess Bride."
The Chosen Champion It Would Take a Miracle-Chapter 1
The pain shot through Spike as he watched Buffy and Angel kiss. Not only kiss, but kiss passionately. Idly, he wondered if being staked would hurt as much as this did.
"That bitch." "Buffy" said next to him.
He knew this was only First Evil, trying to get him to switch sides. As tempting as that might sound right at this moment, Spike knew he wouldn't. Not after everything he'd gone through. Not even if she was kissing Peaches.
"Bugger off," he growled, then turned away abruptly. Unable to find demons to kill, he wandered aimlessly through Sunnydale's mostly deserted streets. The sharp pain on seeing them kiss had now dulled to an ache that filled his chest. He thought that the ache might never go away. Just as he was contemplating what to do next a glow filled the alley. Suddenly a woman appeared in front of him. Her entire being was suffused with a shimmering, vibrant light. He stared in amazement when she addressed him by name.
"Hello, William."
His mouth opened and closed several times before he managed to get out "Who the bleedin' hell are you?" he growled with as much menace as he could. "First Evil come to play games with me again?" Even as he said the words, he knew it wasn't true. This "woman" didn't feel like the First, and he had been around it enough to know.
She smiled at his confusion. "I'm First Good, not First Evil"
"First Good?"
"Yes, of course. If there is a First Evil, then it stands to reason there must be a First Good too, right?"
"I s'pose," he said, still wary of his new acquaintance. "What d'ya want?"
"I've come to help" she responded, still smiling beatifically.
Spike's face darkened at this. "Well, you sure waited a bloody long time to send in the cavalry!" he exclaimed. "We've been fighting the First for months!"
"Good has to play by different rules than evil. You should know that by now, William. Since the First joined with Caleb, we decided that we could do the same. We had to choose a champion, someone to join our power to, in order to stop the coming Apocalypse."
Spike started to sense where this conversation was headed. "You're thinking me? You've got the wrong bloke. You want Peaches for that. He's the soddin' Champion of the People." Spike heard the bitterness in his own voice, but could do nothing to stop it.
The woman laughed delightedly. "You are quite mistaken William. *You* are our chosen Champion. Not a champion born of prophecy or destiny, but because of the choices you've made. Love is the greatest force in the universe. While Angel's soul may understand love, his demon does not. Angel is not our champion. You are. You understand love in all it's many forms. Your soul *and* your demon understand love. And it's your love that will save the Slayer."
"Save the Slayer? What's wrong with Buffy? Is she going to die again?" Now he was starting to get frightened, panic rising in his chest.
"I cannot see the future, William. I can only tell you that when Buffy killed Caleb, the First jumped into the nearest body. And that was the Slayer. She is poisoned with evil. The First will use her body, against her will, to end the world."
The thought of Buffy going evil filled Spike with dread. "And if I take your power, I can stop this? Save her?"
"We will give you strength, and knowledge. The rest is up to you." She watched Spike for a moment, then said, "You must decide quickly. The First will probably try to open the Hellmouth." A wry smile crossed her lovely face. "It may even decide to try and bring forth Angelus."
Spike's body jerked at that. He bloody well knew how it would use Buffy's body to bring back Angelus. "Right then. Let's do it."
Spike shut his eyes as her body started to glow even brighter. The heat that emanated from her warmed his body up and he felt peace like he had not felt in all his existence. As she merged her essence with his, a blinding glow filled the alley and Spike screamed in both agony and ecstasy.
*****
First came pain.
Then hate.
Then Buffy's soul curled up on itself inside as Evil took over her body.
She felt oddly detached, as if she were watching her own body from some other place. Sure, it was her lips kissing Angel intensely, but it wasn't her mind, her soul. Her mind knew kissing Angel led to bad things and her soul knew that Angel wasn't really a part of her life anymore. But she kept on kissing him. Then words erupted from her mouth. Words she didn't choose to speak.
"I am so glad you are back, Angel. You can help me with this. We need to go to the High School. Caleb may have been trying to open the Hellmouth."
Angel was still slightly stunned from the fervor with which Buffy was kissing him. She took his hand and led him through Sunnydale to where the rebuilt high school stood. "Shouldn't we get Giles and the others?" he asked.
"No, they don't know, they won't understand."
His brow furrowed at her answer, but she was Buffy, and he trusted her judgment.
She spoke little more until they reached the basement. "Remember the old high school? The Hellmouth was under the Library then. It's under the principal's office now." A light laugh echoed through the deserted hallways. "Too bad this principal didn't get eaten by hyenas or swallowed up by a giant snake demon."
"So what are we going to do here, Buffy?"
She smiled seductively up at him. "First, we do this." Slamming him up against the basement wall, she began to kiss him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she ground her hips against his. Buffy felt her hands sliding down his chest, then further down to caress his erection through his pants.
No, no, no, no, no. Her mind screamed. This isn't right. But she was powerless to stop.
Angel knew it was wrong too and shoved her away. "Buffy, what are you doing?" he ground out.
"Jeez, oblivious much? Seducing you, of course." She launched herself at him again, throwing her legs around his waist and climbing him like a maypole.
"Buffy! Stop it! You know we can't.." he looked truly anguished. "The curse."
When she went to kiss him again, she shoved her away. "Buffy, what's wrong with you?"
The words she spoke chilled his all ready cold body.
"Not a thing. But if I can't get Angelus to come out and play, then I don't want you." She lifted him up by the front of his shirt and threw him across the basement. His head hit the wall with a sickening thump and then he was still.
"Well, if you don't want to play" she sighed "you might as well be quiet."
*****
Spike shuddered, his whole body convulsing, then he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. The warmth he had felt emanating from the woman he'd met now filled his entire being. It took a moment for him to realize that he *had* to breathe and that his heart was beating as well. "Bloody buggerin' fuck" he mumbled. "What is it about women you meet in alleys that turns your whole world upside down, you wanker," he said to himself. "First Dru, then Buffy, now the Glowy First Good."
Thinking about Buffy reminded him of what Glowy woman had said-Buffy was in trouble and he had to save her. Spike took off at a dead run for Revello drive and the Scoobies.
Even though his heart was beating and his lungs breathing, his body felt strong, stronger that it ever had before. But he could no longer sense the demon inside. So what was he now? Not a man-too strong for that. And certainly not a vampire. Now, however was not the time to figure that out. Bursting through the front door, his eyes searched for a familiar face amongst all the Potentials.
At the dining room table was Giles and Willow, heads together, over some musty old book. They looked up, startled at the sudden appearance of the bleached blond. "Buffy's in trouble" he panted out. "And we've got to help her."
*****
Spike will come for me, Spike will come for me, Buffy's mind and soul softly chanted, just as the First used her mouth to chant aloud, "Effractum, effractum, malus porta. Effractum, effractum, malus porta."
And the Hellmouth started to twitch.
tbc
Spoilers: Through episode 21, so be warned.
Disclaimer; ME owns them, I just play with them.
A/N: This is only the second fiction I have written, so if you review, be nice. And yes, I am completely a Spuffy 'shipper. In my little Sunnydale, Buffy would only kiss Angel if she was under the influence of First Evil. I changed the chapter titles, which are all taken from the movie "The Princess Bride."
The Chosen Champion It Would Take a Miracle-Chapter 1
The pain shot through Spike as he watched Buffy and Angel kiss. Not only kiss, but kiss passionately. Idly, he wondered if being staked would hurt as much as this did.
"That bitch." "Buffy" said next to him.
He knew this was only First Evil, trying to get him to switch sides. As tempting as that might sound right at this moment, Spike knew he wouldn't. Not after everything he'd gone through. Not even if she was kissing Peaches.
"Bugger off," he growled, then turned away abruptly. Unable to find demons to kill, he wandered aimlessly through Sunnydale's mostly deserted streets. The sharp pain on seeing them kiss had now dulled to an ache that filled his chest. He thought that the ache might never go away. Just as he was contemplating what to do next a glow filled the alley. Suddenly a woman appeared in front of him. Her entire being was suffused with a shimmering, vibrant light. He stared in amazement when she addressed him by name.
"Hello, William."
His mouth opened and closed several times before he managed to get out "Who the bleedin' hell are you?" he growled with as much menace as he could. "First Evil come to play games with me again?" Even as he said the words, he knew it wasn't true. This "woman" didn't feel like the First, and he had been around it enough to know.
She smiled at his confusion. "I'm First Good, not First Evil"
"First Good?"
"Yes, of course. If there is a First Evil, then it stands to reason there must be a First Good too, right?"
"I s'pose," he said, still wary of his new acquaintance. "What d'ya want?"
"I've come to help" she responded, still smiling beatifically.
Spike's face darkened at this. "Well, you sure waited a bloody long time to send in the cavalry!" he exclaimed. "We've been fighting the First for months!"
"Good has to play by different rules than evil. You should know that by now, William. Since the First joined with Caleb, we decided that we could do the same. We had to choose a champion, someone to join our power to, in order to stop the coming Apocalypse."
Spike started to sense where this conversation was headed. "You're thinking me? You've got the wrong bloke. You want Peaches for that. He's the soddin' Champion of the People." Spike heard the bitterness in his own voice, but could do nothing to stop it.
The woman laughed delightedly. "You are quite mistaken William. *You* are our chosen Champion. Not a champion born of prophecy or destiny, but because of the choices you've made. Love is the greatest force in the universe. While Angel's soul may understand love, his demon does not. Angel is not our champion. You are. You understand love in all it's many forms. Your soul *and* your demon understand love. And it's your love that will save the Slayer."
"Save the Slayer? What's wrong with Buffy? Is she going to die again?" Now he was starting to get frightened, panic rising in his chest.
"I cannot see the future, William. I can only tell you that when Buffy killed Caleb, the First jumped into the nearest body. And that was the Slayer. She is poisoned with evil. The First will use her body, against her will, to end the world."
The thought of Buffy going evil filled Spike with dread. "And if I take your power, I can stop this? Save her?"
"We will give you strength, and knowledge. The rest is up to you." She watched Spike for a moment, then said, "You must decide quickly. The First will probably try to open the Hellmouth." A wry smile crossed her lovely face. "It may even decide to try and bring forth Angelus."
Spike's body jerked at that. He bloody well knew how it would use Buffy's body to bring back Angelus. "Right then. Let's do it."
Spike shut his eyes as her body started to glow even brighter. The heat that emanated from her warmed his body up and he felt peace like he had not felt in all his existence. As she merged her essence with his, a blinding glow filled the alley and Spike screamed in both agony and ecstasy.
*****
First came pain.
Then hate.
Then Buffy's soul curled up on itself inside as Evil took over her body.
She felt oddly detached, as if she were watching her own body from some other place. Sure, it was her lips kissing Angel intensely, but it wasn't her mind, her soul. Her mind knew kissing Angel led to bad things and her soul knew that Angel wasn't really a part of her life anymore. But she kept on kissing him. Then words erupted from her mouth. Words she didn't choose to speak.
"I am so glad you are back, Angel. You can help me with this. We need to go to the High School. Caleb may have been trying to open the Hellmouth."
Angel was still slightly stunned from the fervor with which Buffy was kissing him. She took his hand and led him through Sunnydale to where the rebuilt high school stood. "Shouldn't we get Giles and the others?" he asked.
"No, they don't know, they won't understand."
His brow furrowed at her answer, but she was Buffy, and he trusted her judgment.
She spoke little more until they reached the basement. "Remember the old high school? The Hellmouth was under the Library then. It's under the principal's office now." A light laugh echoed through the deserted hallways. "Too bad this principal didn't get eaten by hyenas or swallowed up by a giant snake demon."
"So what are we going to do here, Buffy?"
She smiled seductively up at him. "First, we do this." Slamming him up against the basement wall, she began to kiss him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she ground her hips against his. Buffy felt her hands sliding down his chest, then further down to caress his erection through his pants.
No, no, no, no, no. Her mind screamed. This isn't right. But she was powerless to stop.
Angel knew it was wrong too and shoved her away. "Buffy, what are you doing?" he ground out.
"Jeez, oblivious much? Seducing you, of course." She launched herself at him again, throwing her legs around his waist and climbing him like a maypole.
"Buffy! Stop it! You know we can't.." he looked truly anguished. "The curse."
When she went to kiss him again, she shoved her away. "Buffy, what's wrong with you?"
The words she spoke chilled his all ready cold body.
"Not a thing. But if I can't get Angelus to come out and play, then I don't want you." She lifted him up by the front of his shirt and threw him across the basement. His head hit the wall with a sickening thump and then he was still.
"Well, if you don't want to play" she sighed "you might as well be quiet."
*****
Spike shuddered, his whole body convulsing, then he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. The warmth he had felt emanating from the woman he'd met now filled his entire being. It took a moment for him to realize that he *had* to breathe and that his heart was beating as well. "Bloody buggerin' fuck" he mumbled. "What is it about women you meet in alleys that turns your whole world upside down, you wanker," he said to himself. "First Dru, then Buffy, now the Glowy First Good."
Thinking about Buffy reminded him of what Glowy woman had said-Buffy was in trouble and he had to save her. Spike took off at a dead run for Revello drive and the Scoobies.
Even though his heart was beating and his lungs breathing, his body felt strong, stronger that it ever had before. But he could no longer sense the demon inside. So what was he now? Not a man-too strong for that. And certainly not a vampire. Now, however was not the time to figure that out. Bursting through the front door, his eyes searched for a familiar face amongst all the Potentials.
At the dining room table was Giles and Willow, heads together, over some musty old book. They looked up, startled at the sudden appearance of the bleached blond. "Buffy's in trouble" he panted out. "And we've got to help her."
*****
Spike will come for me, Spike will come for me, Buffy's mind and soul softly chanted, just as the First used her mouth to chant aloud, "Effractum, effractum, malus porta. Effractum, effractum, malus porta."
And the Hellmouth started to twitch.
tbc
