Hope, Charity, & Honor
By: Maura
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series, et al is sole ownership of Joss [god] and Mutant Enemy [disciples]
A/N (Important): Okay, this story takes place about on the timeline of before Storyteller, except up until now there is no first and stuff, Spike had no trigger. Instead there is some unknown force that is raising turok- hans. Giles still comes because big bad is'a lurking. Plus no Kennedy/Willow, no offense, but would not fit into this story. Also, whether or not its possible or not [on the show] when vampires touch one another and they have been claimed, which may or not be possible as well, they can instantly know (like dogs with their territory just so you have a descent analogy). Andrew is back, and did kill Jonathon, however it was because someone (he doesn't remember) enthralled or hypnotized him. No potentials running around either because there are no Bringers, etc; now enjoy!
Hope. Charity. & Honor.
By: Maura
Thursday, October 20 11:26 pm
"Bloody Hell!" Spike got in before tumbling backwards down a semi-steep hill in Restifield Cemetery. He regained his senses in about as much time as it would take a vampire, rose to his feet, picked up the discarded sword and ran up behind the unsuspecting demon now giving Xander a hard time. For all good this would do to those in the world, he thought ironically to himself as he ripped the Hyraces off his and cleanly sliced of his head. Beautiful, he once again thought bitterly as the greenish yellow blood splattered all over him and his recently reacquired leather duster.
"Thank-oh, you," Xander shrugged off, "thought you were Buffster. Where did she go?" he asked obviously uncomfortable about being alone with a slimy and pissed off Spike.
"East, she got the other one, s'pose," he informed hoping he would choose to move along like the good lapdog he was, not that he himself were not equally obedient when it came to Buffy. Soddin' domesticatin' bint, he cursed before telling Xander he would make his way home on his own.
Patrolling was mainly the only place he saw Buffy; Xander unfortunately he roomed with. Not too bad, then again anywhere that wasn't full of ghosts telling him to kill himself was probably better, then again not too many people have the chance to say they have lived with the whelp twice, I almost prefer the school basement. He thought of Buffy taking it upon herself to be kind and helpful enough to personally seek out a refuge. I guess that lets Xander win, this time. On top of all this craziness of moving homes, forgiveness, and green goo- covered clothing, there was a big bad lurking. There was something that Spike couldn't put his finger on something about the air, familiar, he pondered, eerie, he shuddered. Best to get home and clean up.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Saturday, October 22 10:53 pm - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Too quiet, ya think?" Buffy wondered as they peered into a empty mausoleum, "either the almighty Giles fountain of info is wrong or these Jerilaz guys are mobile."
"I reckon they went to the party without us," Spike replied to her rhetorical question, pointedly.
"Well, yeah. I knew that, unless they felt a kind streak and staked themselves," at Spike's angry look she shrugged, "levity: no one's favorite antidote."
"The little boy threw hot coffee on me this morning, not in the best of moods since, annoying little fellow. Mighty good taste in food though," he looked away suddenly interested in the gravestones. Buffy smiled at one of his few insecurities, being nice. "But m'not responsible for what happens when he is missing one day after spilling more cuppa on me!" he threw in to look a little more manly.
"Right," she smiled knowingly. God my life is complicated. Thinking about things like the vampire who loved her after trying to kill her, was there for her when no one else was whom she took advantage of, tried to rape her when she cut it off, who seeked out a legend to be even a morsel more worthy to be with her, God my life is complicated. I should just hate him and be done with it, she reasoned. Looking up to being a mantra of new feelings while staring at the subject's face she shied away.
Looking down innocently upon the blonde Spike grinned, "lucky for you, pet, you make my mood a whole lot better." God my life is complicated, hate him, but no hate was there only compassion for a creature that rose above his role in life to become worthy of someone with an even more complicated existence. She gave a shy smile and swore his eye twinkled, her mantra smashed.
In comfortable silence they wandered through one of many Sunnydale's Cemeteries, some random bottom dwelling vamps dusted by both or one at a time. "We have got to find little mister uberbad before it's too late in the year to prepare for an apocalypse, ya know?"
"That I do, I'm sure they'll turn up-soo-," Buffy watched him as his eyes sparked angry and stared at a clearing. She turned her head to see what had stopped him from finishing his sentence.
Her jaw dropped, however when she did finally regain her voice she built up all the bravado she had in her, pulled out a stake and stated simply, "It's always the nutjobs that enjoy doing the predictable entrances."
"My Spike has been bad 'asnt he?" the dark vampire questioned slowly approaching the shocked vampire and slayer.
"Dru. Not nice to have you back, though I am sure it will be pleasant to dust your ass," he said equally trying to muster up bravado as Buffy had. This would be hard, but hard was fun.
Saturday, October 22 11:59 pm
"Tsk- tsk!" she warned as she jumped forward and tackled him Buffy being pushed onto her back in the process. She jumped off of him as if he were on fire, "Oh, no. Like my Angel, all dirty!" she rubbed her hands and face to illustrate the invisible filth. She began to whine and pretend to weep, "must teach my Spike a lesson." She hit him square in the nose knocking him out temporarily. She turned to Buffy and mumbled some incoherent swear and leapt on her.
"Crazy bitch!" Buffy started clearing her black hair off her face so she could see her face. "Get the hell off of me!" To her surprise Drusilla rose off of her straightened her dress and strode a few feet away. Buffy jumped to her feet and slowly took battle stance waiting for her next crazed opponent's move.
"I have a secret!" she replied suddenly giddy. She danced up and down completely oblivious to the offensive attacker. "You can know if you like, because it's about you," she smiled already knowing the response. Buffy nodded mutely hoping her 'vision' could point on the big bad. "I am your mysterious caper, the one who makes the minions of dark arise. 'Tis wondrous fun, for me."
"Why are you telling me this, not that I am complaining," Buffy asked curiously while sneaking a glance at Spike, he's okay, I've given him worse , she absentmindedly told herself. Be okay. She mentally yelled before realizing that she had not stole a glance, but outright stared at him. She looked at the snickering Drusilla, why is she always- her thoughts were stopped at the realization that she had lost her stake. Where the fu-?
"While you were staring hopelessly at my Spike, I took this," she showed the stake to Buffy. Giggling while she threw it into the woods, damnit I left the other at home. Of all the nights, she mentally scolded herself. "By the way would you like to know how I got your annoying little mortal friend to start my wondrous mission?" She continued without hearing Buffy's answer, "Be in me," she chanted slowly staring at Buffy.
"I don't know what your trying to-," Buffy started only to realize this is the hypnotic way of control she used on Andrew. Crap! Spike, please! It was similar to Dracula's thrall, she felt every emotion almost stronger than normal, but couldn't move a muscle-voluntarily.
"My Spike will see differently when you aren't so bright and shiny, he likes his dark princess, me, he won't like you dark and ugly. He would be mad if I killed you, instead I will just make him happy that you will kill freely and live with us. All a happy family again! Come childe," she talked into a whisper.
"N-n-o," she choked before blacking out completely. Please! Help! Someone! Spike!
Sunday, October 23 12:10 am
Shit my head. Dru! Buffy! Spike shot up only to see Dru hovering over him, still in the graveyard, Buffy? Buffy? He looked around to find her, oh no, please no, he saw her lying motionless a few yards away. "Dru!?"
"Ah, my Spike! You're awake! I made your slayer dark, to be in our family! Together again!" she jumped up and down to prove her happiness.
Spike felt sick to his stomach, if that was possible for a vampire. What do I do? What do I do? He tried his hardest not to burst into tears. He looked up to see Drusilla dancing around like the nut she was. Red flashed across his face. He all too suddenly understood why Angel staked Darla all those years ago. He reached into his duster and pulled out his stake. This is what I do.
He heard a distant voice yelling about him being her dark prince and families being ruined. The next thing he knew he was covered in dust running to Buffy's side. He tapped her face and checked repeatedly for a pulse. Nothing. She doesn't deserve this. What do I do? Can't kill her! No! Who? Who knows? His mind flashed through his conversation bringing up one familiar name in the blurry of thoughts. Giles. He scooped up Buffy and ran as fast as he could to Revello Drive.
Sunday, October 23 12:15 am
Spike burst through the door, Buffy in his arms and tears streaking down his face. Dawn came rushing in from the noise; she dropped whatever cup she had at the sight. "G-get Giles!" Spike stammered out finding Buffy a nice place to rest up in her room. Dawn called Giles, meanwhile Willow came out of her room to find out why there was yelling she ran into a hysterical Spike in the hallway, he was letting it out so he would be strong enough to keep it together in front of Dawn. Willow gave him a hug and asked what was wrong, upon finding out she among the Scooby Group already forming, began finding ways to somehow stop this.
Sunday, October 23 1:15 am
They were getting nowhere and Spike had not left Buffy's side, much too Xander's chagrin. Willow nodded to Giles signifying her checking on Buffy and Spike, who was practically catatonic. Too many times had that happened to friends. She walked in and found Spike pacing, her brows furrowed in question. "I have an idea." He stated simply.
Sunday, October 23 2:10 pm
Rushing to make sure Buffy would not rise and kill everyone in a fifty-mile radius, Willow finished the spell. The two remained cut off from the rest of the group, basically because they were too loud and argumentative for them to deal with. Usually Spike would reason out that magic was the last and most insane way to turn, but after hours of racking his brain, there was nothing more left. He knew the only person he knew was also one of the most capable people on the west coast, this helped greatly, but his 'plan' was still in the steps, until they teamed up. Now there was not only a chance, but also an almost definite possibility.
She repeated the incantation over and over in her mind and aloud, please let this work. Spike begged whatever powers had a sick idea that this sort of torture to her friends and family wasn't more than they deserved or already gone through. "It worked," the words seemed faraway, but they offered solace, he burst into tears again.
Willow's mind was racing, power had rushed through her not like before, evil and vengeance fueled that darkness, this was beautiful and bright. She thought of Tara, and smiled. Looking over to see whether Spike had heard her, she saw him holding Buffy's still immobile hand and sobbing, even if she hadn't known Buffy this scene would have brought her to tears, lucky for me I do. It had been done, sadly for everyone the only real possibility that was possible was accomplished, at two people's misfortunes.
Buffy was a vampire, who had Spike's soul. She spent almost an hour, personalizing the spell making sure Buffy wouldn't wake up half Spike or something, wiggy. She shuddered; no Buffy would be herself with a soul gifted to her by Spike. He was the most difficult person to read she usually could do so. People like Xander or Dawn were simple; she knew what their faults and strengths were just from a conversation. But Spike, from knowing him for almost five or six years she had no idea what he was thinking or feeling. Actually he shouldn't be feeling much of anything realistically, but that, even when amazingly evil, was false. He loved Buffy; tried to rape Buffy; got a soul after agonizing torture for Buffy; and gave it up after a moments hesitation; truly a mystery of person, and quite the endearing character in his own twisted way.
"I'm gonna," she pointed towards the stairs, he nodded and smiled in appreciation and went back to watching a peaceful Buffy.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series, et al is sole ownership of Joss [god] and Mutant Enemy [disciples]
A/N (Important): Okay, this story takes place about on the timeline of before Storyteller, except up until now there is no first and stuff, Spike had no trigger. Instead there is some unknown force that is raising turok- hans. Giles still comes because big bad is'a lurking. Plus no Kennedy/Willow, no offense, but would not fit into this story. Also, whether or not its possible or not [on the show] when vampires touch one another and they have been claimed, which may or not be possible as well, they can instantly know (like dogs with their territory just so you have a descent analogy). Andrew is back, and did kill Jonathon, however it was because someone (he doesn't remember) enthralled or hypnotized him. No potentials running around either because there are no Bringers, etc; now enjoy!
Hope. Charity. & Honor.
By: Maura
Thursday, October 20 11:26 pm
"Bloody Hell!" Spike got in before tumbling backwards down a semi-steep hill in Restifield Cemetery. He regained his senses in about as much time as it would take a vampire, rose to his feet, picked up the discarded sword and ran up behind the unsuspecting demon now giving Xander a hard time. For all good this would do to those in the world, he thought ironically to himself as he ripped the Hyraces off his and cleanly sliced of his head. Beautiful, he once again thought bitterly as the greenish yellow blood splattered all over him and his recently reacquired leather duster.
"Thank-oh, you," Xander shrugged off, "thought you were Buffster. Where did she go?" he asked obviously uncomfortable about being alone with a slimy and pissed off Spike.
"East, she got the other one, s'pose," he informed hoping he would choose to move along like the good lapdog he was, not that he himself were not equally obedient when it came to Buffy. Soddin' domesticatin' bint, he cursed before telling Xander he would make his way home on his own.
Patrolling was mainly the only place he saw Buffy; Xander unfortunately he roomed with. Not too bad, then again anywhere that wasn't full of ghosts telling him to kill himself was probably better, then again not too many people have the chance to say they have lived with the whelp twice, I almost prefer the school basement. He thought of Buffy taking it upon herself to be kind and helpful enough to personally seek out a refuge. I guess that lets Xander win, this time. On top of all this craziness of moving homes, forgiveness, and green goo- covered clothing, there was a big bad lurking. There was something that Spike couldn't put his finger on something about the air, familiar, he pondered, eerie, he shuddered. Best to get home and clean up.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Saturday, October 22 10:53 pm - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Too quiet, ya think?" Buffy wondered as they peered into a empty mausoleum, "either the almighty Giles fountain of info is wrong or these Jerilaz guys are mobile."
"I reckon they went to the party without us," Spike replied to her rhetorical question, pointedly.
"Well, yeah. I knew that, unless they felt a kind streak and staked themselves," at Spike's angry look she shrugged, "levity: no one's favorite antidote."
"The little boy threw hot coffee on me this morning, not in the best of moods since, annoying little fellow. Mighty good taste in food though," he looked away suddenly interested in the gravestones. Buffy smiled at one of his few insecurities, being nice. "But m'not responsible for what happens when he is missing one day after spilling more cuppa on me!" he threw in to look a little more manly.
"Right," she smiled knowingly. God my life is complicated. Thinking about things like the vampire who loved her after trying to kill her, was there for her when no one else was whom she took advantage of, tried to rape her when she cut it off, who seeked out a legend to be even a morsel more worthy to be with her, God my life is complicated. I should just hate him and be done with it, she reasoned. Looking up to being a mantra of new feelings while staring at the subject's face she shied away.
Looking down innocently upon the blonde Spike grinned, "lucky for you, pet, you make my mood a whole lot better." God my life is complicated, hate him, but no hate was there only compassion for a creature that rose above his role in life to become worthy of someone with an even more complicated existence. She gave a shy smile and swore his eye twinkled, her mantra smashed.
In comfortable silence they wandered through one of many Sunnydale's Cemeteries, some random bottom dwelling vamps dusted by both or one at a time. "We have got to find little mister uberbad before it's too late in the year to prepare for an apocalypse, ya know?"
"That I do, I'm sure they'll turn up-soo-," Buffy watched him as his eyes sparked angry and stared at a clearing. She turned her head to see what had stopped him from finishing his sentence.
Her jaw dropped, however when she did finally regain her voice she built up all the bravado she had in her, pulled out a stake and stated simply, "It's always the nutjobs that enjoy doing the predictable entrances."
"My Spike has been bad 'asnt he?" the dark vampire questioned slowly approaching the shocked vampire and slayer.
"Dru. Not nice to have you back, though I am sure it will be pleasant to dust your ass," he said equally trying to muster up bravado as Buffy had. This would be hard, but hard was fun.
Saturday, October 22 11:59 pm
"Tsk- tsk!" she warned as she jumped forward and tackled him Buffy being pushed onto her back in the process. She jumped off of him as if he were on fire, "Oh, no. Like my Angel, all dirty!" she rubbed her hands and face to illustrate the invisible filth. She began to whine and pretend to weep, "must teach my Spike a lesson." She hit him square in the nose knocking him out temporarily. She turned to Buffy and mumbled some incoherent swear and leapt on her.
"Crazy bitch!" Buffy started clearing her black hair off her face so she could see her face. "Get the hell off of me!" To her surprise Drusilla rose off of her straightened her dress and strode a few feet away. Buffy jumped to her feet and slowly took battle stance waiting for her next crazed opponent's move.
"I have a secret!" she replied suddenly giddy. She danced up and down completely oblivious to the offensive attacker. "You can know if you like, because it's about you," she smiled already knowing the response. Buffy nodded mutely hoping her 'vision' could point on the big bad. "I am your mysterious caper, the one who makes the minions of dark arise. 'Tis wondrous fun, for me."
"Why are you telling me this, not that I am complaining," Buffy asked curiously while sneaking a glance at Spike, he's okay, I've given him worse , she absentmindedly told herself. Be okay. She mentally yelled before realizing that she had not stole a glance, but outright stared at him. She looked at the snickering Drusilla, why is she always- her thoughts were stopped at the realization that she had lost her stake. Where the fu-?
"While you were staring hopelessly at my Spike, I took this," she showed the stake to Buffy. Giggling while she threw it into the woods, damnit I left the other at home. Of all the nights, she mentally scolded herself. "By the way would you like to know how I got your annoying little mortal friend to start my wondrous mission?" She continued without hearing Buffy's answer, "Be in me," she chanted slowly staring at Buffy.
"I don't know what your trying to-," Buffy started only to realize this is the hypnotic way of control she used on Andrew. Crap! Spike, please! It was similar to Dracula's thrall, she felt every emotion almost stronger than normal, but couldn't move a muscle-voluntarily.
"My Spike will see differently when you aren't so bright and shiny, he likes his dark princess, me, he won't like you dark and ugly. He would be mad if I killed you, instead I will just make him happy that you will kill freely and live with us. All a happy family again! Come childe," she talked into a whisper.
"N-n-o," she choked before blacking out completely. Please! Help! Someone! Spike!
Sunday, October 23 12:10 am
Shit my head. Dru! Buffy! Spike shot up only to see Dru hovering over him, still in the graveyard, Buffy? Buffy? He looked around to find her, oh no, please no, he saw her lying motionless a few yards away. "Dru!?"
"Ah, my Spike! You're awake! I made your slayer dark, to be in our family! Together again!" she jumped up and down to prove her happiness.
Spike felt sick to his stomach, if that was possible for a vampire. What do I do? What do I do? He tried his hardest not to burst into tears. He looked up to see Drusilla dancing around like the nut she was. Red flashed across his face. He all too suddenly understood why Angel staked Darla all those years ago. He reached into his duster and pulled out his stake. This is what I do.
He heard a distant voice yelling about him being her dark prince and families being ruined. The next thing he knew he was covered in dust running to Buffy's side. He tapped her face and checked repeatedly for a pulse. Nothing. She doesn't deserve this. What do I do? Can't kill her! No! Who? Who knows? His mind flashed through his conversation bringing up one familiar name in the blurry of thoughts. Giles. He scooped up Buffy and ran as fast as he could to Revello Drive.
Sunday, October 23 12:15 am
Spike burst through the door, Buffy in his arms and tears streaking down his face. Dawn came rushing in from the noise; she dropped whatever cup she had at the sight. "G-get Giles!" Spike stammered out finding Buffy a nice place to rest up in her room. Dawn called Giles, meanwhile Willow came out of her room to find out why there was yelling she ran into a hysterical Spike in the hallway, he was letting it out so he would be strong enough to keep it together in front of Dawn. Willow gave him a hug and asked what was wrong, upon finding out she among the Scooby Group already forming, began finding ways to somehow stop this.
Sunday, October 23 1:15 am
They were getting nowhere and Spike had not left Buffy's side, much too Xander's chagrin. Willow nodded to Giles signifying her checking on Buffy and Spike, who was practically catatonic. Too many times had that happened to friends. She walked in and found Spike pacing, her brows furrowed in question. "I have an idea." He stated simply.
Sunday, October 23 2:10 pm
Rushing to make sure Buffy would not rise and kill everyone in a fifty-mile radius, Willow finished the spell. The two remained cut off from the rest of the group, basically because they were too loud and argumentative for them to deal with. Usually Spike would reason out that magic was the last and most insane way to turn, but after hours of racking his brain, there was nothing more left. He knew the only person he knew was also one of the most capable people on the west coast, this helped greatly, but his 'plan' was still in the steps, until they teamed up. Now there was not only a chance, but also an almost definite possibility.
She repeated the incantation over and over in her mind and aloud, please let this work. Spike begged whatever powers had a sick idea that this sort of torture to her friends and family wasn't more than they deserved or already gone through. "It worked," the words seemed faraway, but they offered solace, he burst into tears again.
Willow's mind was racing, power had rushed through her not like before, evil and vengeance fueled that darkness, this was beautiful and bright. She thought of Tara, and smiled. Looking over to see whether Spike had heard her, she saw him holding Buffy's still immobile hand and sobbing, even if she hadn't known Buffy this scene would have brought her to tears, lucky for me I do. It had been done, sadly for everyone the only real possibility that was possible was accomplished, at two people's misfortunes.
Buffy was a vampire, who had Spike's soul. She spent almost an hour, personalizing the spell making sure Buffy wouldn't wake up half Spike or something, wiggy. She shuddered; no Buffy would be herself with a soul gifted to her by Spike. He was the most difficult person to read she usually could do so. People like Xander or Dawn were simple; she knew what their faults and strengths were just from a conversation. But Spike, from knowing him for almost five or six years she had no idea what he was thinking or feeling. Actually he shouldn't be feeling much of anything realistically, but that, even when amazingly evil, was false. He loved Buffy; tried to rape Buffy; got a soul after agonizing torture for Buffy; and gave it up after a moments hesitation; truly a mystery of person, and quite the endearing character in his own twisted way.
"I'm gonna," she pointed towards the stairs, he nodded and smiled in appreciation and went back to watching a peaceful Buffy.
