Confusion

By: Lynn

Summary: See Chapter 1

Rating: PG-13

A/N: As some of you may guess, I borrowed some stuff from Angel for my plot. I don't own it, just like I don't own anything else.

Chapter 4

            Spike, Edward, George and Victoria were walking side by side down the quiet, dark streets of London.  It was very early in the morning, and they had spent most of the night talking about their lives. Well…the three humans were telling Spike about their lives; Spike was telling them about a weird conglomeration of his and Angel's lives.

            The more he talked to them, the more he liked them. They reminded him of the Scooby Gang. A small group of friends banded together to fight the likes of…him. As Watchers-in-Training, they were technically forbidden to do so – their professors felt that they had not yet acquired the necessary skills, blah, blah, blah. But none of them were the type to sit in their classes learning about the things that go bump in the night, and then conveniently forget about them once night falls. So, every opportunity they had to get away, they went out into the city, looking for battles to fight and innocents to save, while the rest of their classmates justified not doing the same with studying or drinking.

            After a few hours, they began to feel more comfortable around Spike. Of course, none of them were quite ready to completely drop their guard, but he had grudgingly been admitted to the gang. It had helped when he had broken the neck of a Zicknel demon that came up behind them, looking for some supper.

            Unfortunately, dawn was fast approaching. Saying goodbye and making plans to patrol with them the following night, Spike disappeared into the shadows and made his way back to the Carlisle mansion. A trellis covered with ivy on the east wall allowed him to climb into an upstairs window. Sneaking quietly past his parent's bedroom, he slowly opened the door to his room and slipped inside. Quickly changing into pajamas, he jumped into his bed just as he heard a soft knock on his door.

            "Come in!" The door opened and Nora bustled inside with a breakfast tray.

            "Good morning, sir. I figured you were still ill and brought you up some food."

            "Thank you, Nora. Could you just set it down on the desk over there."

            "Of course. Your father and mother are going to the country today and want to know if you plan on accompanying them."

            "Uh…no. I fear I would not be too good of company today." Unless they want to roast marshmallows over a nice campfire…

            "Oh, that is too bad. Your mother will be disappointed."

            "Please apologize for me."

            "Of course." Nora left, and Spike drifted into sleep.

            To be awakened a few hours later by a shadow sneaking into his room. Putting on his game face, Spike tensed for an attack.

            "Spike?" A harsh whisper carried across the room.

            "Who's there?"

            "It's Victoria."

            "What?! What are you doing here?"

            "I believe you…"

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            Hours of research and nothing to show for it. Buffy slammed her book shut with a loud sigh.

            "I'm going for a patrol. Anyone want to come with?"

            Xander woke up with a snort.

            "Huh…?"
            "Yes, I believe we all need a break.  Why don't some of you patrol and the rest of you…just go home?"

            Dawn, who had shown up at the Magic Box a few hours earlier and had been filled in on the situation, raised her hand.

            "Um…what about Sp-William?"

            "Please, do not concern yourself with me. I'm sure I-"

            "Uh…no.  Dawn's right. It's too dangerous for you out there. And I'm not just talking about the vampires. You need someone who knows this century. Dawn, Xander…why don't you take him to our house. Willow, Tara and I will go patrolling."

            "Ok."

            Grabbing William's arm, Dawn started leading him to the door, while Xander followed, after giving Anya a quick kiss.

            "C'mon, William. We can watch Passions"

            "Passions?"

            "Oh…yeah. Um, it's a T.V. show."

            "T.V.?"

            Xander turned back toward Buffy with an annoyed expression on his face. "You owe me for tonight, Buff." Buffy just smirked at him.

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Gr'ynk walked through the night, breathing in the fresh air. He had to get away from his lair for awhile – minions were useful, but boy, were they annoying! He noticed he was close to the Magic Box, the store that the Slayer's Watcher owned, and decided to see how his plan was working. Peeking in through a window, he watched as Spike's human self left with two of the Slayer's gang, while she and the others prepared to leave as well. Waiting for a few minutes after they left, he broke the lock on the window and climbed carefully into the large storeroom.

Stalking over to the table in the corner of the room, he looked at the books they had obviously been researching in all day long. Gleefully, he realized that all of them dealt with time travel and the like. Over in the corner, on the bottom of a forgotten pile of books was the one that mentioned him. Grabbing it, he left the way he came in and hurried back to his lair, interested in seeing what exactly these writers had to say about him, and to see if it matched the other things written about him over the years.

Sitting down, he flipped through the pages until he saw his name.

Gr'ynk, the most powerful of all Lyek demons, will lead an army of evil across the land. Only one in all the world could stop him…he who defies his nature. The Vampire that sides with the forces of good, the childe of the ensouled one. He alone can kill Gr'ynk and stop the end of days.

            Gr'ynk smiled after reading the passage. Yet another confirmation. Every book, every prophecy, every thing he found all said the same thing. The Slayer's pet vampire was the only one that could stop him from ending the world and bringing about 100 years of darkness. Unfortunately for humanity, Spike was hundreds of years in the past. And the Slayer and her friends were too busy trying to figure out what happened to him to pay any attention to him.

            Even if they did figure out that it was he that had cast the spell switching the vampire with his human self, there was nothing they could do about it. Gr'ynk spent years searching for the spell, preparing for it. It was sheer brilliance. The spell could only be broken if the one who cast it was killed. And seeing as how Spike was the only one that could kill him…it would never be broken.

            Gr'ynk's lips curved into a devious smile.

            Let the carnage begin.