Disclaimer: Ares doesn't belong to me. The Ares in my stories is based on
the way Kevin Smith portraits him in the Universal and Pacific Renaissance
series "Xena, Warrior Princess", "Hercules, the Legendary Journeys" and
"Young Hercules".
Spike doesn't belong to me either. He is created by Joss Whedon
and can be seen in "Buffy, the Vampire Slayer" and "Angel"
I'll promise to take really good care of them *smiles sweetly.*
Spoilers: BtVS, somewhere in Season 6. XWP, HtLJ and YH. all of it.
Rating: Child friendly. if you don't like the way Spike talks in BtVS, don't read it.
Thanks to Minu for Beta-reading.
*********************************************************************** Chapter 1: What a night!
He is in a horrible mood, his leather duster is covered in demon blood and the slayer didn't even thank him for watching her back. "No more of this!" he thinks, stomping through the graveyard.
"I bloody well am getting out of Sunnyhell." Of course he won't, he always says he'll go, but he never does.
"Bloody Slayer!" he mutters. "I am going to lock my crypt and sleep for a week." He sighs as his crypt comes into view.
"Home, sweet home." He says opening the door.
"You call that home, Bacchae?" A deep voice comes from right behind him.
"Who are you calling Bag Eyes?" Spike spins around with his vampire speed as he shifts into full vamp form.
"Not Bag Eyes. Bacchae! That is what you are!" the voice says.
"No I am not, I am a vampire, a Big Bad Vampire and I am in a killing mood." Spike growls in the direction of the voice. "Now show yourself or sod off!"
"Brave words, Bacchae!" Sinister laughter echoes around the gravestones.
Suddenly a blue flash lights up the graveyard like lightning, in its center a tall man appears. He is wearing black leather trousers and a black leather sleeveless vest. The vest is held closed only with a belt with a big silver buckle. A giant broadsword is hanging at the mans side. His hair is almost as black as the leathers he is wearing. His eyes are dark. He is at least 6"6 tall, all muscles and attitude.
"You don't have a clue who you are talking too, do you?" the dark man says.
Spike relaxes back into his human façade, lights a cigarette and leans against his crypt. "The entrance, the clothes.. hmmm. I'd say you're a magician." He drawls, "the sword is a little to much though, pet."
The dark man stalks closer, he looks feral, like a panther about to kill his prey. Spike stands up straight. The sight of this man, stalking towards him, would make Spikes heart stop in fear, if it were still beating.
"Oy. stay where you are!" Spike throws in some attitude of his own.
"I wonder what kills a Bacchae in the 21st century?" the leatherclad man muses. "Fire would probably do it." A fireball suddenly appears in his hand.
"Oh great, more death threats." Spike whines. "Yep, fire will kill me, so will a wooden stake, sunlight and that posh sword of yours. Just chop of the head and poof. big pile of dust." Spike is to tired to even put up a fight.
"Spoilsport." The big man growls as the fireball disappears "You just took the fun out of killing you." For a moment the man looks like a little boy whose toy is broken.
"Are you going to tell me who you are?" Spike says looking at the tall dark man. "Wait. you're related to Angel! Tall, dark and brooding!"
"No, I've met some angels in my time, but none of my relatives are called that way."
The man stands real close to Spike now. "I am Ares." He pauses for effect. "Son of Zeus, God of War."
Spike looks amused. "Yeah right and I'm Hercules!" Spike lights another cigarette and blows some smoke in Ares' face.
"I hate the 21st century." Ares roars. "No respect." He looks at Spike. "You look nothing like that goody, goody half brother of mine, Bacchae."
Spike sighs. "There you go with that Bacchae thing again. I am a Vampire and the name is Spike."
"Brave words for a dead man." Ares purrs.
"Been dead for over a century, pet." Spike says matter-of-factly. "Had time to practice. What's your excuse?"
Ares shrugs his shoulders. "I have lived for over 5 millennia." Is his simple answer.
"Wanna drink?" Spike offers.
"Sure!" grins Ares.
As they are about to enter Spikes crypt the familiar smell of Buffy tickles his nose. "Slayer." Spike and Ares turn around and see a petite blond.
"What are you doing here love?" Spike inquires.
"Don't call me that!" Buffy snaps.
"Sure thing, PET." Spike emphasizes the last word.
Buffy looks at the tall dark man next to Spike. "Wow" she thinks. "Who's your friend?"
"He is not my friend, jet. He just threatened to kill me, so I invited him in for a drink." Responds Spike.
"Threatened to kill you?" Buffy sounds surprised. "That's my job!" She turns toward the tall man, puts her hands on her hips. "If anybody gets to kill Spike it will be me!"
"Oh good, why not argue about who gets to dust the Vampire." Spike growls. "Let me know when you decide." He slams the door on the faces of the surprised slayer and god of war.
"Now look what you've done." Ares snaps.
"Me?" Buffy hisses, pointing at herself. "You threatened to kill him!"
"But you got all jealous about it!" Ares roars, then he disappears from the Slayers sight in a big flash.
"I am not jealous!" She shouts at the flash and stomps away. "This is not how I thought this night would end" Buffy thinks.
Spoilers: BtVS, somewhere in Season 6. XWP, HtLJ and YH. all of it.
Rating: Child friendly. if you don't like the way Spike talks in BtVS, don't read it.
Thanks to Minu for Beta-reading.
*********************************************************************** Chapter 1: What a night!
He is in a horrible mood, his leather duster is covered in demon blood and the slayer didn't even thank him for watching her back. "No more of this!" he thinks, stomping through the graveyard.
"I bloody well am getting out of Sunnyhell." Of course he won't, he always says he'll go, but he never does.
"Bloody Slayer!" he mutters. "I am going to lock my crypt and sleep for a week." He sighs as his crypt comes into view.
"Home, sweet home." He says opening the door.
"You call that home, Bacchae?" A deep voice comes from right behind him.
"Who are you calling Bag Eyes?" Spike spins around with his vampire speed as he shifts into full vamp form.
"Not Bag Eyes. Bacchae! That is what you are!" the voice says.
"No I am not, I am a vampire, a Big Bad Vampire and I am in a killing mood." Spike growls in the direction of the voice. "Now show yourself or sod off!"
"Brave words, Bacchae!" Sinister laughter echoes around the gravestones.
Suddenly a blue flash lights up the graveyard like lightning, in its center a tall man appears. He is wearing black leather trousers and a black leather sleeveless vest. The vest is held closed only with a belt with a big silver buckle. A giant broadsword is hanging at the mans side. His hair is almost as black as the leathers he is wearing. His eyes are dark. He is at least 6"6 tall, all muscles and attitude.
"You don't have a clue who you are talking too, do you?" the dark man says.
Spike relaxes back into his human façade, lights a cigarette and leans against his crypt. "The entrance, the clothes.. hmmm. I'd say you're a magician." He drawls, "the sword is a little to much though, pet."
The dark man stalks closer, he looks feral, like a panther about to kill his prey. Spike stands up straight. The sight of this man, stalking towards him, would make Spikes heart stop in fear, if it were still beating.
"Oy. stay where you are!" Spike throws in some attitude of his own.
"I wonder what kills a Bacchae in the 21st century?" the leatherclad man muses. "Fire would probably do it." A fireball suddenly appears in his hand.
"Oh great, more death threats." Spike whines. "Yep, fire will kill me, so will a wooden stake, sunlight and that posh sword of yours. Just chop of the head and poof. big pile of dust." Spike is to tired to even put up a fight.
"Spoilsport." The big man growls as the fireball disappears "You just took the fun out of killing you." For a moment the man looks like a little boy whose toy is broken.
"Are you going to tell me who you are?" Spike says looking at the tall dark man. "Wait. you're related to Angel! Tall, dark and brooding!"
"No, I've met some angels in my time, but none of my relatives are called that way."
The man stands real close to Spike now. "I am Ares." He pauses for effect. "Son of Zeus, God of War."
Spike looks amused. "Yeah right and I'm Hercules!" Spike lights another cigarette and blows some smoke in Ares' face.
"I hate the 21st century." Ares roars. "No respect." He looks at Spike. "You look nothing like that goody, goody half brother of mine, Bacchae."
Spike sighs. "There you go with that Bacchae thing again. I am a Vampire and the name is Spike."
"Brave words for a dead man." Ares purrs.
"Been dead for over a century, pet." Spike says matter-of-factly. "Had time to practice. What's your excuse?"
Ares shrugs his shoulders. "I have lived for over 5 millennia." Is his simple answer.
"Wanna drink?" Spike offers.
"Sure!" grins Ares.
As they are about to enter Spikes crypt the familiar smell of Buffy tickles his nose. "Slayer." Spike and Ares turn around and see a petite blond.
"What are you doing here love?" Spike inquires.
"Don't call me that!" Buffy snaps.
"Sure thing, PET." Spike emphasizes the last word.
Buffy looks at the tall dark man next to Spike. "Wow" she thinks. "Who's your friend?"
"He is not my friend, jet. He just threatened to kill me, so I invited him in for a drink." Responds Spike.
"Threatened to kill you?" Buffy sounds surprised. "That's my job!" She turns toward the tall man, puts her hands on her hips. "If anybody gets to kill Spike it will be me!"
"Oh good, why not argue about who gets to dust the Vampire." Spike growls. "Let me know when you decide." He slams the door on the faces of the surprised slayer and god of war.
"Now look what you've done." Ares snaps.
"Me?" Buffy hisses, pointing at herself. "You threatened to kill him!"
"But you got all jealous about it!" Ares roars, then he disappears from the Slayers sight in a big flash.
"I am not jealous!" She shouts at the flash and stomps away. "This is not how I thought this night would end" Buffy thinks.