Chapter 9 ((Flashbacks))
"When judgement is passed on the eleventh hour you spirit must cross or be devoured, the demons and angels will cry out in vain to claim your soul but not your remains, so all of the sins and decisions you made will be put on the scale and carefully weighed, for this is the day when judgment is passed, the day of the first...and the day of the last."
Spike sat on a large pile of rocks, his hands resting above a large fire, he didn't need the heat but he felt that if something took his mind off of seeing her, then not feeling the heat wasn't a fate worse then death.
He had spent six years traveling the country, spending about a year in Los Angeles helping out his sire with small things that needed more then one person with vampire strength and during that time came to realize that his sire really was more of a ponce then he thought..with his hair gel and spiked strands and soulful brown eyes, that even with a soul himself he felt like he was gonna be sick, him and the soul for that matter. Then the dreams started.
The blood would call to him, to the demon and he almost revelled in the bloodshed even if he had known it was one of the slayers that he had sworn to help out in any way he could and at that moment the demon and the soul came to a truce. They both knew that the person they both were in love with was in danger from whatever the thing is, the thing that reeked of sexual tension, seeking some kind of release.
Pulling his hands away he smirked and put them in his duster pockets, replaying in his mind the way he had encountered the thing.
He had known that the slayer was the last one other then his Buffy, knew that if she died that Buffy would be alone and he had tried to protect her, but he was too late. He saw the thing, watched it rape the slayer, watched it claw at her skin, wanted to taste the blood that pored from her wounds, but more then anything he visualized that happening to 'his' slayer and he snapped.
((Growling, Spike grabbed the thing by the back of its long hair, yanking it backwards and into a tree, it looked up at him, its eyes a mixture of green and yellow and it grinned, Spike blinked for a moment thinking he saw fangs but they were soon gone before he could register if there were really fangs.
The thing got to its feet and whatever it was, from what Spike could see was very much male as he tucked his other self back into the zipper of his pants and zipped the leather back up before walking casually back towards Spike.
"Demon," he hissed and Spike smirked, his feet spaced apart waiting for an attack.
"Yeah what's it to ya mate?" Spike hissed back then strolled over to the thing, bringing his fist back and throwing it into the mans face, relishing in the crunch when his fist made contact with cartilage.
The thing howled in pain and rage, rushing at Spike but it never had the chance. Spike was fast as he flipped the thing over his shoulder and turned around in a blur and crouched down throwing punch after punch into the things face.
Spike's mind was a haze of blood and his hunger rose to the surface and he growled, yanking the thing by its hair and roughly baring its neck.
The blood that rushed down his throat was thick and sweet, it tasted like a night of wild sex and as he gulped the life flow he felt the power of it, felt it rejuvenating every cell in his body, felt his organs reshaping to accommodate the new things that were happening during ever swallow that he took.
Memories flashed in his mind, hazel eyes looking into his blue, tears running down golden cheeks and light hair falling over shoulders and covering bare breasts as she rode on top of him. Luscious lips running over his as the beauty took over them both and Spike pulled back from the pulse in disgust, spitting to the ground any left over blood that still filled his mouth and he turned to the thing that laid on the dirt ground in anger.
"What the bloody fuck did you do to me you stupid sodding mother fucker," he yelled and his anger grew ten fold as the thing started laughing, "what, tell me what the fuck your laughing at you stupid git!"
"Demon," it choked out through bloody lips, "you taste like the one, my chosen mate, she is coming is she not?" he laughed again but started to cough, blood seeping through cracked lips and it spit at the ground.
"Don't! Don't even think about her, she isn't yours and she will never be yours! Leave now before I kill you myself!" Spike yelled and turned from the demon, knowing that it was too weak to try anything when Spike could feel its blood rushing through his veins, feel it giving him even more strength then he thought he could ever have.
The thing laughed again, a hideous sound in its state of pain with more blood flowing through its open mouth, "I can never die demon, and I will find her, no one will get in my way."
Spike turned around, ready to prove the thing wrong but where he had left it, the space was empty other then the remains of the dead slayer and Spike choked back a sob as his soul cried out for retribution for the death of that slayer and the slayers before her. He strolled up to the body and covered his mouth with his hands as he tried to pick out any sign of a body part, but there was nothing there..all that was left of the young girl was a heap of raw meat.
He knew where the thing was going next, saw the image of a long lost town that he himself helped destroy and he bit back a bitter laugh at what a coincidence it was. Buffy would come, she couldn't stop herself no matter how good life was now, she could never stop herself from caring about everyone else's welfare and he would be there when she came, even if she wouldn't welcome him with open arms.))
Spike looked up from the ground and grinned, his eyes turning a molten gold, the irises a light almost ice blue and he sniffed the air, his teeth lengthening as he felt her, felt her driving, saw her long golden hair and he wanted to touch it, feel it run through his hands as he kissed her.
Blinking, Spike got up from the bricks and started south, whistling as he walked.
~~~~~(*)(*)(*)~~~~
Buffy pulled over before a sign and shook her head, her mind screaming to turn back but she felt something and she knew he was there, couldn't bear to turn away from what she had missed for over six years.
Looking at the sign again she shuddered reading it aloud, "Welcome to Sunnyhell."
(Alright now I am seriously taking a break, my head hurts from all this thinking and to anyone who found this repulsive in any way, or a little to ummm whats the word, wrong. I apologize and all you gotta do is tell me in the reviews and I'll lighten up during the rest of the chapters. Thank you for reading and enjoy)
"When judgement is passed on the eleventh hour you spirit must cross or be devoured, the demons and angels will cry out in vain to claim your soul but not your remains, so all of the sins and decisions you made will be put on the scale and carefully weighed, for this is the day when judgment is passed, the day of the first...and the day of the last."
Spike sat on a large pile of rocks, his hands resting above a large fire, he didn't need the heat but he felt that if something took his mind off of seeing her, then not feeling the heat wasn't a fate worse then death.
He had spent six years traveling the country, spending about a year in Los Angeles helping out his sire with small things that needed more then one person with vampire strength and during that time came to realize that his sire really was more of a ponce then he thought..with his hair gel and spiked strands and soulful brown eyes, that even with a soul himself he felt like he was gonna be sick, him and the soul for that matter. Then the dreams started.
The blood would call to him, to the demon and he almost revelled in the bloodshed even if he had known it was one of the slayers that he had sworn to help out in any way he could and at that moment the demon and the soul came to a truce. They both knew that the person they both were in love with was in danger from whatever the thing is, the thing that reeked of sexual tension, seeking some kind of release.
Pulling his hands away he smirked and put them in his duster pockets, replaying in his mind the way he had encountered the thing.
He had known that the slayer was the last one other then his Buffy, knew that if she died that Buffy would be alone and he had tried to protect her, but he was too late. He saw the thing, watched it rape the slayer, watched it claw at her skin, wanted to taste the blood that pored from her wounds, but more then anything he visualized that happening to 'his' slayer and he snapped.
((Growling, Spike grabbed the thing by the back of its long hair, yanking it backwards and into a tree, it looked up at him, its eyes a mixture of green and yellow and it grinned, Spike blinked for a moment thinking he saw fangs but they were soon gone before he could register if there were really fangs.
The thing got to its feet and whatever it was, from what Spike could see was very much male as he tucked his other self back into the zipper of his pants and zipped the leather back up before walking casually back towards Spike.
"Demon," he hissed and Spike smirked, his feet spaced apart waiting for an attack.
"Yeah what's it to ya mate?" Spike hissed back then strolled over to the thing, bringing his fist back and throwing it into the mans face, relishing in the crunch when his fist made contact with cartilage.
The thing howled in pain and rage, rushing at Spike but it never had the chance. Spike was fast as he flipped the thing over his shoulder and turned around in a blur and crouched down throwing punch after punch into the things face.
Spike's mind was a haze of blood and his hunger rose to the surface and he growled, yanking the thing by its hair and roughly baring its neck.
The blood that rushed down his throat was thick and sweet, it tasted like a night of wild sex and as he gulped the life flow he felt the power of it, felt it rejuvenating every cell in his body, felt his organs reshaping to accommodate the new things that were happening during ever swallow that he took.
Memories flashed in his mind, hazel eyes looking into his blue, tears running down golden cheeks and light hair falling over shoulders and covering bare breasts as she rode on top of him. Luscious lips running over his as the beauty took over them both and Spike pulled back from the pulse in disgust, spitting to the ground any left over blood that still filled his mouth and he turned to the thing that laid on the dirt ground in anger.
"What the bloody fuck did you do to me you stupid sodding mother fucker," he yelled and his anger grew ten fold as the thing started laughing, "what, tell me what the fuck your laughing at you stupid git!"
"Demon," it choked out through bloody lips, "you taste like the one, my chosen mate, she is coming is she not?" he laughed again but started to cough, blood seeping through cracked lips and it spit at the ground.
"Don't! Don't even think about her, she isn't yours and she will never be yours! Leave now before I kill you myself!" Spike yelled and turned from the demon, knowing that it was too weak to try anything when Spike could feel its blood rushing through his veins, feel it giving him even more strength then he thought he could ever have.
The thing laughed again, a hideous sound in its state of pain with more blood flowing through its open mouth, "I can never die demon, and I will find her, no one will get in my way."
Spike turned around, ready to prove the thing wrong but where he had left it, the space was empty other then the remains of the dead slayer and Spike choked back a sob as his soul cried out for retribution for the death of that slayer and the slayers before her. He strolled up to the body and covered his mouth with his hands as he tried to pick out any sign of a body part, but there was nothing there..all that was left of the young girl was a heap of raw meat.
He knew where the thing was going next, saw the image of a long lost town that he himself helped destroy and he bit back a bitter laugh at what a coincidence it was. Buffy would come, she couldn't stop herself no matter how good life was now, she could never stop herself from caring about everyone else's welfare and he would be there when she came, even if she wouldn't welcome him with open arms.))
Spike looked up from the ground and grinned, his eyes turning a molten gold, the irises a light almost ice blue and he sniffed the air, his teeth lengthening as he felt her, felt her driving, saw her long golden hair and he wanted to touch it, feel it run through his hands as he kissed her.
Blinking, Spike got up from the bricks and started south, whistling as he walked.
~~~~~(*)(*)(*)~~~~
Buffy pulled over before a sign and shook her head, her mind screaming to turn back but she felt something and she knew he was there, couldn't bear to turn away from what she had missed for over six years.
Looking at the sign again she shuddered reading it aloud, "Welcome to Sunnyhell."
(Alright now I am seriously taking a break, my head hurts from all this thinking and to anyone who found this repulsive in any way, or a little to ummm whats the word, wrong. I apologize and all you gotta do is tell me in the reviews and I'll lighten up during the rest of the chapters. Thank you for reading and enjoy)