The Fall of William
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs
A/N: Hi all. Well there are just about I think two more chapters to this. I think it depends on how much I cram into this chapter. Anyway the prequel is called Simply the Best and I have the first chapter written. I'm posting it as I post this chapter so look out for it. Thank you once again for the reviews and I'm glad you all seem to like this story. I want to thank all the new reviewers and everyone who keeps coming back. Enjoy. Skyz.
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Ch:22
"Looks like you've got everything in hand luv," Spike mused he watched as the Scoobies efficiently went about the tasks Buffy had set for them.
Buffy gave a small distracted nod as she glanced again at her watch and nervously paced back and forth.
"Nervous?" Spike asked trying to get her to speak to him. So far she'd said no more than a few short sentences to the Scoobs and nothing to him.
He knew it shouldn't bother him but he wanted to know where they stood. She'd told him about Angie and said she loved him. That didn't necessarily ensure they would be together.
Maybe after all the things they'd done to eachother it was too late for them… Spike violently shook his head at that thought. It would never be too late for them! Never and if she wasn't ready to start again he could wait.
He could wait as long as she understood she belonged to him. As long as she didn't try to branch out and try some other bloke on for size.
"She doesn't talk much before a job," Anya's voice in his ear made him jump in surprise and then smirk to try and cover it up. He was gettin' soft, he mused grumpily. Letting his guard down amongst these people!
He glanced at her a minute then back at Buffy.
"Much? She hasn't said one word in over an hour," he groused.
Anya laughed and took his arm.
"She needs to be alone to picture her game plan, though she hasn't done this in a good while. I know the routine. C'mon you can help count my money. You should feel privileged. It always relieves the tension in me—well that and sex but well Xander's nowhere to be found and we aren't speaking at the moment."
Spike let himself be led into the kitchen. Settling into one of the kitchen chairs he watched silently as Anya dropped her gym bag onto the table and started pulling wads of bills out.
"Ever heard of a bank pet?" he felt the need to ask dryly.
Anya laughed again and scrunched her face up in distaste.
"No one touches my money but me. I remember the Depression—"she started.
Spike raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"Well my grandmother remembers it," Anya amended reluctantly. Sometimes she liked to pretend she was really older than she was. As if she had a wealth of knowledge no one paid much attention to. "And she doesn't trusts banks either. She says her family nearly lost everything and that is not going to happen to me!"
Spike grinned at this odd yet bizarrely likeable woman across the table from him. Holding up his hands in defense he shook his head.
"Just a question luv. Hand some of that over," he ordered.
Quickly Anya distributed half her money to Spike.
"So about you and the whelp, you finished or what?" Spike asked curiously as he began to count.
"I don't know. He doesn't want to talk to me about how he's feeling. Why he actually thinks he has a chance with Buffy. He's been avoiding the house and I thought he'd be here for this but… Who knows with Xander? I've learned recently he does what he wants regardless to what it might do to others."
Spike murmured in agreement.
"I mean did he think about me at all these years? I was—I am in love with him! I've loved him very well. And almost every day, three times a day we had sex! For freaking five years. I think that deserves some appreciation don't you?!"
Spike nodded vigorously unable to speak as he felt heat rise in his face. He was slightly in awe of how Anya tossed around her sex life in the middle of conversations.
"It's not like I withheld sex when he acted like an ass. I enjoy it as much as he does. But from day one I've been a replacement for Buffy and that's—that's just wrong. I wish some one had taken the time to tell me," she finished dejectedly.
Spike glanced up and pursed his lips.
"It's his loss then pet. Come on you're a gorgeous chit, with lots of money and nice hair—"
Anya squealed a little as she touched her recently dyed blonde hair.
"You like it?" she asked happily.
"Looks right good on you. And as I was saying you are worth a hell of a lot more than that sod Harris deserves. You deserve to be loved and appreciated and not taken for granted. If the whelp can't give you that, then you gotta move on," Spike stated reasonably.
Anya tilted her head and considered this.
"Even if he comes back to me?" she wanted to know.
Spike shrugged.
"Knowing he couldn't have Buffy so he settled for you again Anya? That's no way to live your life I can assure you. You deserve better."
"I do don't I? But I love him and I can forgive him—I mean Buffy forgave you and you've forgiven her! You two did more damage to eachother than I could do to Xander in a hundred years! I can forgive him!"
"Well that's all good and well luv but he works for Buffy and so do you. If you think his twisted little obsession with my wife is gonna float away you'd better think again. Your trust is gone and every time he's alone with Buffy you'll wonder. Is he trying to put the moves on her, is she letting him. I think that path leads to you hating both Harris and Buffy. And Buffy doesn't deserve that. He won't quit his job he's too attached to Buffy and-"
"Okay," Anya sharply interrupted getting defensive and angry. "I get it! I'm not thinking clearly! Xander's never going to want me as much as he wants Buffy. It's just hard to accept you know? I mean it's been five years and—"she sniffled tears springing into her eyes.
Spike shifted uncomfortable as she began to cry.
Hastily he pulled out his wallet and dug through it.
"Here's three hundred dollars luv, be a good girl and stop cryin'," he ordered sternly. "You can have this," he held out the money to her.
Anya looked up through her tears and zeroed in on the money.
"But I didn't earn it," she protested.
Spike grinned.
"Sure you did. Stop with the water works cuz Harris aint worth cryin' over. Wipe your eyes and let's continue counting your money," he said as he gave her the money.
Anya wiped her eyes and took the money.
"Buffy's a lucky woman," she mused softly as she began to count again.
Spike smirked.
"Damn right," he agreed with a laugh.
~*~
"So everything's ready to go?" Buffy asked Gunn as he strode up to her.
At his nod Buffy let out a deep sigh.
"Good," she mumbled.
She wasn't sure why she was so nervous she knew this was going to go smoothly. She knew that surprise was their biggest weapon at the moment.
But she couldn't help but be nervous. Quentin had been a respected colleague for more years than she was willing to count. She had at one time respected him as she did Giles. He had a mass amount of knowledge she had once wanted to learn from.
Truth be told she'd learned a bit about manipulation from him he was so good at it. Now she was going to use everything she'd ever learned against him.
Rubbing her hands together she tried to shake off the feeling of doom that had settled over her after her conversation with Angie earlier in the day.
"You alright Buffy?" Gunn asked eyeing her carefully. He knew she had to have her head in the game if this was to go down properly.
Glancing at him she gave a wan smile.
"I just feel like someone stepped over my grave is all," she admitted.
Gunn's brows rose.
"That all?" he asked making light of it. "I get that feeling all the time Buffy and I'm still alive aren't I? Cheer up! As soon as this is done you and the hubby can head on down to Vegas. Introduce Angie to her dad. You've got that to look forward to at least."
Buffy smiled thinking about that.
"Yeah," she agreed. "Are you okay Gunn? I noticed Faith giving you the cold shoulder. What happened?"
Gunn shrugged looking away, he didn't really want to get into it, but Buffy knew Faith as well if not better than he did.
"The same thing that always happens," he muttered irritated. "She got spooked because things are going so good between us. She still thinks I'm hung up on Fred and I told her I'm over that and Fred's dead!"
Buffy placed a calming hand on his forearm.
"Are you still hung up on Fred?" she asked gently. "If she hadn't died everyone pretty much assumes you'd have taken her back. You and her would be living happily ever after."
Gunn shrugged again.
"I can't say that I wouldn't have taken her back. I never got the chance. She died and sure I loved her…maybe a little too much. But still Faith's gotta have some faith in our relationship. She has to trust me when I tell her I love her. Because I wouldn't lie about something so important."
"Faith has loved you since forever," Buffy finally said. "We both know she was never wanted and to make herself feel needed she's done a lot of stuff. She's always felt as if she didn't belong. It's hard for her to give up that image of herself. To give up the unrequited love she's had for you for years. She has what she's always wanted, meaning you Gunn. She's scared and well…I know you love her but you're going to have to give her time."
Gunn scowled shaking his head and stepping back. Buffy's hand fell from his arm as he did so.
"I don't have time to waste waiting for her to love me back or whatever her hang up is Buffy! Life is too short and I'm not going to sit around while she makes up her mind. Screw that, she had better just get used to the idea of us being together forever! In fact I'm gonna tell her that right now," Gunn moved off determinedly to the stairs and two at a time bounded up them calling over his shoulder, "Thanks Buffy!"
Buffy shook her head smiling as she thought of Faith's expression when she ran into a furious Gunn.
Glancing at her watch she sighed again and moved to the front door.
Just as she was about to open it the door was thrown open.
Xander stepped through and they both paused in surprise.
"Xander," Buffy said with a small hesitant smile.
Xander nodded cordially to Buffy.
"Buffy," he muttered, "What are you still doing here? Don't you have to leave in a bit? I'd think you'd want to get there early."
Buffy found herself nodding.
"I-I'm going I was just—where have you been Xander? I've been worried about you, are you okay? Are we okay?"
Xander finally allowed a smile to pass his face and Buffy breathed a sigh of relief.
"Of course we're okay," he said hugging her.
Buffy held onto him tightly; glad to have one of her bestfriends back.
"Okay since you weren't here we decided who would do what. Gunn, Faith, and Anya are going with me and the rest of the gang's going to stay here with Spike. They're gonna be working on how to take Angel out. Since this is Spike's operation I think you should come with me."
Xander was shaking his head no even before she'd finished talking. Frowning Buffy wondered why he couldn't take the easy road. She wasn't going to leave him here with Spike.
"Me and Anya together after what I've done—I'd feel better here with Spike, Buffy. I mean c'mon Ahn's not too happy with me right now. It wouldn't make for a smooth operation. It's better if I stay here."
Buffy narrowed her eyes slightly taking in his face and relaxed body language.
Maybe he had finally seen the light; she thought hopefully. Maybe he had seen that she was never going to want him.
"I'll have to ask Spike. It's up to him," she finally said.
Nodding Xander shrugged.
"Sure," he replied easily. "Go ahead," he urged.
Buffy hugged him again.
"It's good to have you back Xand!" She exclaimed happily before moving to the kitchen.
Xander glared into space.
"'I'll have to ask Spike'," he mimicked bitterly. It was still all about Spike, he mused angrily. But that would all be fixed soon enough, he thought smiling widely.
Soon there would be no Spike. Then Buffy would be all his.
~*~
Gunn threw the door open to his and Faith's room and slammed it shut.
Startled Faith looked up from reading a magazine on the bed.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" she asked curiously. She watched him begin to pace the room ruthlessly all the while glaring at her.
He let out a barking laugh.
"What's wrong with me?" he demanded clenching his hands into fists. "You know Faith when we got together I accepted most of the shit we both brought to the table. I accepted that for your short span of life you've had numerous sexual relationships. That you only did what you wanted, no one can tell you what to do. You consider Buffy, Joyce and Angie the only family you have ever had. You're pretty damn good at your job and take pleasure in it. But what I didn't sign up for is this ridiculous shit about you not believing I'm in love with you! No—shut up and let me speak!"
Faith shut the mouth she'd just opened to ask what the hell he was going on about. She wondered why he was yelling. She wasn't deaf.
"Buffy says maybe you can't believe I love you because you've loved me for so long. But we both know better don't we? That has nothing to do with what's happening to us! It's all has to do with you being scared! Scared of actually having everything you think you don't deserve. And maybe you don't but it's right here. In front of you Faith. I'm here and there's no way I'm lettin' you fuck this up for the both of us. Get up and come here!"
Faith would have if she weren't stunned out of her mind sat there in defiance, but as she couldn't believe he was yelling at her, she rose and slowly walked towards him.
She'd seen him in all his moods, bitter and angry. Sad and depressed, happy, aroused.
She'd thought she'd seen it all but this…
He was furious at her.
It should have been a fearful feeling flooding her body instead she found it oddly sexy as he glared at her.
Usually everything about Gunn turned her on but this was…
Beyond sexy…
She shuddered slightly, as he gripped her arms hauling her closer until they were nose to nose, chest to chest.
"Listen to me," he growled, "you and I are going to be together regardless of your fear. There's nothing you can do that will push me away from you. Because I told you this before, this is it for me! The only person I want to be with is you and you know what? If Fred were to walk through that door right now…I'd still want you. I would still love you and wouldn't go running back to her arms. I love you and you love me and that's it! No more games Faith. I won't have it. We are going to get married—no shut up! In that church in Madrid in two weeks! Two weeks!
"You're going to wear white because you deserve it. I'm going to have Oz stand up with me, and you're going to have Buffy as your maid of honor or whatever the hell it's called! Angie will be the flower girl, the rest of the girls can be the bride's maids and Giles will walk you down the aisle! We'll be married quickly because I can't stand tuxedos. Then we'll honeymoon in the Greek islands and anywhere else you want to go. This is not up for negotiation Faith! We're getting married. It'll last because I'll be damned if I fail at something I've wanted my whole life. You're my family and from now on I'm your family. And you know what else? I want you barefoot and pregnant for the rest of your life!"
Gunn glared at her daring her to disagree.
Faith's mouth opened and closed twice before she was finally able to manage a few words.
"Where's my ring?" she finally asked mouth dry.
Gunn blinked then nodded.
"Right, you didn't think I wouldn't have a ring did you?" he demanded. He dug in his pocket and produced a black ring box.
Flipping it open he presented her with a three stone diamond ring.
Suddenly nervous his hand clenched on the box as he looked at her reaction nervously.
"I know you like to think you're non-traditional, but well deep down I know you want it all. The 2.3 kids, big suburban house, picket fence, and all the things you never had. So uh…when I picked this out I thought it wou—Do you like it? I was thinking of getting a colored stone maybe a sapphire, but I saw this and well I think it fits you. Will you say something?"
"God you're sexy when you're angry," she mused admiring him and the ring in turn as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Is that a yes?" he asked avoiding her wandering lips. He had to hear her say it.
"Yes. Put it on," she requested.
Grinning he lifted the ring and easily slipped it onto her finger.
"There you go," he announced proudly.
Faith brought his head down for a slow kiss.
"You owe me a proper proposal Chuck," she whispered against his lips. "Starting now…"
"Now?" he asked picking her up and dropping her onto the bed, following her down.
Faith laughed.
"Okay maybe not now but later…"
~*~
"It's a wonder I can get anything done with you staring at me like that Spike! What's on your mind?" Buffy asked.
Spike sat up from the bed he was laying upon and stared at Buffy.
"What's going on with us?" he demanded.
Buffy's brows rose and she looked around.
"Well I'm looking something up on the computer and you…well what are you doing?" she asked avoiding his actual meaning.
Spike smirked.
"Well I was thinkin' of ways to get you over here and naked so we could commence with the making up luv. That okay with you?"
Buffy smiled slowly.
"Ah… Spike you do realize this isn't going to be easy don't you? I mean we've done some terrible things to eachother, and I don't want it all swept under the carpet. Things like that shouldn't be forgotten. Only to have it grow and fester until it blows up in our faces."
Spike sighed leaning back against the headboard.
"I know," he agreed.
Buffy nodded from her position at the small desk in Spike's room.
"Good, so we agree it won't be easy or even remotely normal. I love you and I'm willing to try again, but before you pounce on over here listen to me. We've both changed in the years we were apart. I'm a mother and Angie's my first concern at the moment Spike. I want her to know you, to love you. And for that to happen I have to really know that you've changed. It can't just be for my benefit, it has to be for her too. I hope that what I'm about to ask you isn't asking too much."
Worried and a little fearful Spike felt his heart begin to pound painfully in his chest. He wondered what she'd ask for.
Knowing he'd do anything if it meant being back in her life and getting to know his daughter.
"Anything you want luv. Anything," he vowed fiercely.
"I want you to leave Angel alive. Do what you want, but he needs to stay alive," Buffy announced watching him closely.
"No," was Spike's immediate reply.
Buffy shook her head.
"Spike your first instinct is to kill, to hurt the people who've hurt you. And if you have honestly changed you'll do this not for me but for Angie. I don't want her loving a murderer, a man who kills because he can!"
"But he deserves it Buffy," Spike growled jumping to his feet. "All the things he's done to you and me, and not to mention killin' Dru! He needs to die. And I'll be damned if I let him get— What about the old man then Buffy? Isn't what you're doing the same thing I'll do to Angel? Killing him because of all the horrible things he's done in life?! You can't tell me it's not the same. You may not be—"
"It isn't the same! The auction we're holding isn't for bounty hunters Spike. It's law agencies around the world. And what they feel fit to do with him is none of my business. But he isn't going to die, and for you to kill Angel in my name or yours is wrong! To put blood on my hands by association isn't fair! I know he's ruined a number of people's lives but killing him won't change that."
Spike shook his head stubbornly.
"You can't ask this of me," he muttered.
"I can and will. And if you've changed… you'll do as I ask. If not…I can't- I won't be with you Spike. Who's to say if I do something to upset you, and you think my death is justified-"
"I'd never kill you," he yelled. "That's ludicrous to even say!"
"Is it? How am I to know what's worth killing over, and what's not Spike? Where's the line drawn? If you've changed you'll let him live, and if not you'll never see me or Angie again," Buffy stated with finality.
"You would do that?" Spike asked stricken.
Buffy swallowed and tried to appear unaffected by his heart broken face.
"I would and will if you can't do this. I love you but sometimes love isn't enough. I won't forgive you if you kill Angel."
Sucking in a ragged breath Spike scrubbed his hands through his hair and moaned.
There wasn't a choice to make.
"He'll live. I swear he'll live."
Buffy walked to him and wrapped him in a hug.
"I love you," she whispered holding him tightly.
"I love you too pet," he whispered back.
~*~
The suite they were meeting in was in one of the ritziest hotels in Los Angeles, and Buffy was surprised by Quentin's need to impress. She walked followed by Gunn, Faith and Anya down the halls.
"You guys know what to do right? I want him alone. Let us be, until I give you the signal," Buffy ordered.
"Sure, but B I don't think you should be alone with him. He might be old but he's evil. Evil and deadly," Faith protested.
"I've got it Faith. Nothin' will happen I swear. Plus you guys will be in the next room. You'll hear everything we're saying to eachother. Calm down. Gunn you and Faith get ready to take out Quint's men. Anya you'll be the look out okay?"
At their nods Buffy slipped past them into the suite Quentin had rented for the occasion shutting the door behind her.
Looking around the room Buffy was pleased to see her instructions had been followed exactly.
The livingroom had been cleared, and all that remained was the large dining room table and two chairs.
Buffy looked through out the rooms finding them all bare, and the only furniture in the livingroom. Per instructed the suite that connected to this one was occupied by her gang where they'd be able to listen in.
Running a hand over the smooth mahogany table she pulled a file from her purse and laid it down.
A lap top soon followed until there was a stack of files, and disks littering the table. Smiling she took a seat in the dark waiting for Quentin to come along.
Quentin followed by his guards paused outside the suite.
"Let us go in first boss," one of the men said as he moved to open the door. Quentin waved him off.
"I've known this man for a number of years. He's harmless," he dismissed them as he reached for the knob. "Stay out here. Watch the door I don't want to be disturbed."
Smiling he opened the door and stepped in.
Blinked as darkness met his eyes a chill running down his spine.
"Ramón," he called out uneasily moving forward. Their previous meetings had never started out like this, and he found it unsettling.
He was startled when he ran into a chair in the middle of the room. Reaching out blindly he grabbed it.
"Ramón what the bloody hell is going on here?" he snapped out.
"Why don't you take a seat Quentin? It would seem you and I have numerous things to talk about," the voice was one he had thought he would never hear again. It sent a shudder of fear and shock through his body.
"B…Buffy?" he gasped out as the lights were turned on, and Buffy stood leaning against the wall a smirk on her lips as she regarded him.
"That would be me. Take a seat," she ordered as she moved from the wall and took one of the two seats.
Quentin glared at her, some of his fear fading as he took her in. He noticed they were alone in the room.
"This is all very well done I assure you Ms. Summers. You had me for a moment there. But let's stop these little games of yours. I won't stand for this foolishness, and I will tell you you've messed with the wrong man here little girl!"
Buffy's laugh echoed through the room, lyrical and highly amused.
"Maybe and maybe not," was all she said.
Quentin walked closer to the table and glared at her.
"Do you know who I am?" he hissed out his face a mask of fury.
Buffy shrugged.
"I'm Omega and no one can stop me! Much less you! A pathetic little girl like you I think not. Now if you were here with your husband I might actually be afraid for my life. As he's a ruthless murderer but you…" Quentin laughed shaking his head.
"I'm the Slayer. I think Quentin it's time you saw exactly what that means," Buffy said coldly slowly rising from the table.
~*~
Spike rummaged through various bottles of alcohol. In the small study in the safe house and grinned when he found a bottle of whiskey.
"Good," he muttered lifting it and inhaling sharply as he opened it.
The door opened from behind him and Spike smiled to himself.
"Hope you don't mind, but I helped myself," he said pouring himself a drink.
"I'd like one too… if you don't mind," Angel's voice had Spike stiffening slightly as he finished pouring his drink.
"What would you like?" he asked taking a sip of his drink. His back still to Angel.
Angel shut the door behind him, and shrugged reaching into his coat pocket. He pulled out a gun.
"Got any bourbon?" Angle asked curiously. "Never would have seen you livin' in suburbia Spike," he mused.
"Well what can I say?" Spike asked as he searched for a bottle of Bourbon.
"Always hiding in plain sight. I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner," Angel said as he screwed a silencer onto the gun.
Spike turned with Angel's drink in hand.
He took in the gun and smiled.
"Here you go," he handed Angel the drink turning back for his own.
The two men were silent a moment as they each sipped their drinks.
"So sorry about the wife," Angel said mockingly, grinning.
Spike shrugged.
"What's to be sorry about?" he wondered aloud. "Not like we were on the best of terms."
"That's right. She locked your ass up huh?" Angel laughed shaking his head downing the rest of his drink in a gulp. "Well still…it stands to reason you'd be pissed, because it wasn't you who offed her."
Spike nodded.
"By the way I heard about Dru, tough luck for the both of us," Spike muttered. "We both lost our wives… On the same day I do believe."
"Yep too bad. Finish up there Spikey I've got a schedule to keep," Angel snapped pointing the gun at Spike.
"Do we really need that?" Spike asked curiously as he placed his drink down, and gestured to the gun.
Angel paused and considered that.
"Nah. I guess we don't, do we Spike?" Angel said placing the gun in his pocket and slowly he shrugged out of his coat.
Spike grinned as he began rolling up his shirt sleeves.
"You know," he began conversationally. "You're dead."
"Not yet Spike. Not yet."
"No I mean you cemented your death the minute you touched my wife Angel. You're dead and well… One way or the other by my hand or not you'll get yours. And get it good."
"Not gonna kill me Spikey? Since when? I mean I know I'm a bastard, but at least I know where to draw the line you know? I haven't killed my son yet, and well you're one for one on that aren't you?" Angel asked cruelly.
"Shut up," Spike gritted out closing his eyes. Memories swarmed around him.
"Why it's the truth? You killed your baby, and I've done some shitty things but that—I would never do that. I guess in this case I'm the better man huh? It's not surprising Buffy hated you. I mean killing an innocent lif—"
"I said shut up," Spike screamed rushing Angel.
"Truth hurts don't it?" Angel asked laughingly as they tumbled to the ground.
~*~
Xander wasted no time getting the rest of the group to head out for food. Thus leaving him alone in the house with Spike.
And Angel.
Smiling he moved swiftly through the house, already savoring the sounds of crashes coming from up above.
Climbing the stairs, he hurried to the study door.
Pausing he tried to keep his excitement from escaping in a peal of giggles. He turned the knob and the door opened a crack.
Peering in he was relieved to see things were going exactly as he'd planned.
He watched a moment as the two men went toe to toe trading blows.
A thought flickered through his mind briefly, as he reflected on Buffy. That if he let this happen Buffy would be destroyed.
It would crush her he was sure, and he hated to see her in pain but… He'd be there to pick up the pieces.
Flashes of memories swirled around his head, as he took a step into the room. His hatred of Spike foremost on his mind.
All the times Buffy had chosen Spike.
The night he'd shot Buffy and she'd nearly died because of it. That had been Spike's fault too.
Everything was Spike's fault.
Rage gripped Xander as he mumbled to himself and lifted the gun he had clenched in his hand.
New memories had been made today… Maybe they'd be strong enough to erase the last image that was burned so clearly in Xander's mind.
The image of Buffy lying deathly pale in her hospital bed telling Spike it wasn't his fault she got hurt.
That it was his fault, his, her best friend through thick and thin! That he'd been out of control. That he had lost his head!
His aim had been wrong that night, but not tonight…
Spike and Angel were rolling on the ground. Spike was on top pummeling Angel, and Xander lifted one steady hand and took aim.
"Goodbye Spike," he muttered with a smile.
Pulled the trigger.
Watched in delight as Spike slumped onto Angel.
~*~
A/N: Okay the prequel is called Simply the Best and it'll be posted same time as this chapter. Next chapter is gonna be a flashback one we get to see that night Xander shot Buffy and why it's plaguing him. Two more to go. Hope you enjoyed and hope you like the prequel too. Skyz.