Title: The shell without Humanity
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer:Not smart enough, or enough money so it ain't mine. DAMN YOU WHEDON!
Summary: AU on Grave. During, not after so it's more original than most.
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Relief flushed through Buffy, he was here, he wasn't in some horrible dimension alone. Giles felt a little twinge of relief but was wary.
It took a moment for the two to see the difference in appearance of the vampire. His hair was no longer peroxide blonde but honey brown and hung in greasy strands down to his shoulders. He was covered in dirt and mud, but she could still see he had fading scars all over his face, neck, chest and arms. He had always been pale, but now even more so, and you could almost see his black veins through the skin. His posture was relaxed but for some reason conveyed a menacing presence. His voice was deeper, and for reason she thought darker. No longer the clipped British she had heard earlier. His face was emotionless, and his eyes made no attempt at contact, they just bore into the stunned witch behind them. A weak voice brought Willow back to their attention.
"how…"
"You should really learn more about the spells you do." He began slowly walking toward them. He paused a moment as if pondering over his statement.
"Actually you need to learn a lot more about dimensions. You knew Balthrass had no active portals to it. But you seemed to skip over a few sections. Fortunately I learned a few new things in my stay."
His voice was cold and terrifying. Giles knew Spike, this obviously wasn't him. Buffy was just plain confused and a little frightened.
Willow most of all was speechless.
"You know you should really see someone about the veins, not very appealing if I might say. Course I'm not much to look at either."
While he passed the frozen two, he ran his hands over his face, down his neck and chest. The mud melted off him and disappeared. His hair shortened while his black coat and t-shirt appeared on his shoulders. He almost looked normal to the stunned watcher and slayer. Except his hair was jet black and the fact his eyes were completely black. Not like willows. Complete and utterly black. Not even a shine off the eyeball. Spike continued walking toward the now frightened Wicca, shrugging his shoulders like a weight had been lifted. He stopped a couple feet away from her.
"That's better"
His hand suddenly shot forth, fingers spread wide hitting her chest. They could see the black magic being sucked out of her as they struggled against the spell that held them. Willow screamed in pain as the blackness leaked out of her hair and face and pulsed into his hand. When it was done she was whimpering, he stepped away to assess the damage.
"I finally figured out what Angelus meant, pain being a art."
Lifting his right hand, underside up. Buffy stared in fear as his left hand was brought into view with a menacing sharp thumbnail within striking distance. She thought her eyes were playing with her when he cut his palm, and instead of blood, a inky smoke arose. But before she could confirm he closed his hand.
"Believe me, this is going to be beautiful."
He opened it up again and a pitch black marble floated a inch off his had. Quicker than there eyes could follow the hand with the marble was in willows. Her eyes opened wide. The most pained and frightened look Buffy had ever seen before on her face. Tears fells down her face as she struggled to get away. But he held fast, a smile crossed his lips as she screamed.
They both struggled against the bonds. Giles mind had reverted down to the fatherly status as someone was hurting his wayward child. Willow collapsed on her knees, her sobs becoming too much for her to stand. He finally released her when she was unconscious. She fell in a heap. The both stopped their struggle, seeing him look around. He seemed to take in the place as if he had been gone and returned to simply ruminate over the past.
"Spike."
Her voice was small but it was enough to catch his attention. He looked at them both expecting them to move. Giles could tell when it dawned on him.
"Oh sorry."
With a nonchalant wave of his hand they were free and he returned his once over with the shop. Giles rushed over to willow to check her over. Buffy followed but slowed and stopped behind Spike. There was something wrong. Something coming from him that was off. Usually she could feel the energy coming off him in shocks. But now there was a black void that felt like it was pulling at her.
Giles was looking over Willow. What scared him was the half closed eyes that stared into nothing. He had seen this with Buffy after Glory kidnapped Dawn. And it took a lot to get her out. He still had the powers that the coven had bestowed on him. But that would have to wait for a more stable situation. He noticed her hand was twitching. Looking closer he noticed she was clutching the black marble. He was about to take it when a cold voice stopped him.
"Wouldn't pick that up if I were you. Unless you want to end up like her."
His head went in the direction of the emotionless voice above him.
Spike was still looking around. Lost in thought. Giles anger rose despite his early wariness.
"What did you do?"
Spike just looked at him with his icy blue eyes.
"I made her see. See everything, feel everything. Believe me I didn't need to do more."
Before either Giles or Buffy could question Anya chose to stumble out from the training room. She looked at the people before her for a moment then looked around with a pained expression.
"My shop!"
Spikes chuckling brought her attention to him, she seemed to stare into him for a moment. Then a look of fear came across her face, and became wary in her movements. Buffy became alarmed because she had never seen the demon that afraid. He seemed to notice this also and was quick but not desperate to relax her.
"Don't worry pet, not here to hurt you. Sorry about the shop."
It seemed to relax her and she nodded. Not worrying anymore about danger she began to look for things to salvage. But Buffy was still eyeing Spike, trying to figure the next move. His, now blue, eyes met hers and as if reading her mind spoke.
"Oh get off it slayer, I've been here for a minute and your already thinking I'm going to slaughter everyone."
She lapsed into her old annoyed fashion.
"What do you expect spike. You appear out of nowhere coming from god knows where and turn uber-Willow into a trembling infant and expect me to be all "welcome back"!"
"Actually I don't really expect much from you at all"
His voice was calm and content like the stinging barb he just threw was a daily occurrence.
Giles moved to get up ready to counter, but forgot about the injuries inflicted on him. He began to loose his balance when without even moving his eyes from Buffy's Spikes hand shot out and gripped the watcher's arm. Buffy surged forward to rip his hand off when Giles face calmed and stood up straight, his cuts and bruises disappearing. Spike had healed him. He released his grip and fixed them with a icy glare.
"If I want you dead, I'll make it slow." They both stepped back from him. It was a threat that they both knew he would carry out.
It seemed to be enough for him because he them made way to what was left of the door. They hadn't noticed the sun had risen. Buffy was too stunned to notice. Anya's voice filtered in matter a factly
"Spike, the sun."
He stopped right at the entrance, and slowly stepped into the bright light. Realization washed through all of them as he turned the face the three stunned people. They all noticed that his eyes were back into being complete voids. His voice was the same though. He also wore a smile that even chilled the vengeance demon's blood. He noticed this.
"Oh Anya before I go." His hand suddenly gripped the door frame and Black flame engulfed the room.
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer:Not smart enough, or enough money so it ain't mine. DAMN YOU WHEDON!
Summary: AU on Grave. During, not after so it's more original than most.
++++
Relief flushed through Buffy, he was here, he wasn't in some horrible dimension alone. Giles felt a little twinge of relief but was wary.
It took a moment for the two to see the difference in appearance of the vampire. His hair was no longer peroxide blonde but honey brown and hung in greasy strands down to his shoulders. He was covered in dirt and mud, but she could still see he had fading scars all over his face, neck, chest and arms. He had always been pale, but now even more so, and you could almost see his black veins through the skin. His posture was relaxed but for some reason conveyed a menacing presence. His voice was deeper, and for reason she thought darker. No longer the clipped British she had heard earlier. His face was emotionless, and his eyes made no attempt at contact, they just bore into the stunned witch behind them. A weak voice brought Willow back to their attention.
"how…"
"You should really learn more about the spells you do." He began slowly walking toward them. He paused a moment as if pondering over his statement.
"Actually you need to learn a lot more about dimensions. You knew Balthrass had no active portals to it. But you seemed to skip over a few sections. Fortunately I learned a few new things in my stay."
His voice was cold and terrifying. Giles knew Spike, this obviously wasn't him. Buffy was just plain confused and a little frightened.
Willow most of all was speechless.
"You know you should really see someone about the veins, not very appealing if I might say. Course I'm not much to look at either."
While he passed the frozen two, he ran his hands over his face, down his neck and chest. The mud melted off him and disappeared. His hair shortened while his black coat and t-shirt appeared on his shoulders. He almost looked normal to the stunned watcher and slayer. Except his hair was jet black and the fact his eyes were completely black. Not like willows. Complete and utterly black. Not even a shine off the eyeball. Spike continued walking toward the now frightened Wicca, shrugging his shoulders like a weight had been lifted. He stopped a couple feet away from her.
"That's better"
His hand suddenly shot forth, fingers spread wide hitting her chest. They could see the black magic being sucked out of her as they struggled against the spell that held them. Willow screamed in pain as the blackness leaked out of her hair and face and pulsed into his hand. When it was done she was whimpering, he stepped away to assess the damage.
"I finally figured out what Angelus meant, pain being a art."
Lifting his right hand, underside up. Buffy stared in fear as his left hand was brought into view with a menacing sharp thumbnail within striking distance. She thought her eyes were playing with her when he cut his palm, and instead of blood, a inky smoke arose. But before she could confirm he closed his hand.
"Believe me, this is going to be beautiful."
He opened it up again and a pitch black marble floated a inch off his had. Quicker than there eyes could follow the hand with the marble was in willows. Her eyes opened wide. The most pained and frightened look Buffy had ever seen before on her face. Tears fells down her face as she struggled to get away. But he held fast, a smile crossed his lips as she screamed.
They both struggled against the bonds. Giles mind had reverted down to the fatherly status as someone was hurting his wayward child. Willow collapsed on her knees, her sobs becoming too much for her to stand. He finally released her when she was unconscious. She fell in a heap. The both stopped their struggle, seeing him look around. He seemed to take in the place as if he had been gone and returned to simply ruminate over the past.
"Spike."
Her voice was small but it was enough to catch his attention. He looked at them both expecting them to move. Giles could tell when it dawned on him.
"Oh sorry."
With a nonchalant wave of his hand they were free and he returned his once over with the shop. Giles rushed over to willow to check her over. Buffy followed but slowed and stopped behind Spike. There was something wrong. Something coming from him that was off. Usually she could feel the energy coming off him in shocks. But now there was a black void that felt like it was pulling at her.
Giles was looking over Willow. What scared him was the half closed eyes that stared into nothing. He had seen this with Buffy after Glory kidnapped Dawn. And it took a lot to get her out. He still had the powers that the coven had bestowed on him. But that would have to wait for a more stable situation. He noticed her hand was twitching. Looking closer he noticed she was clutching the black marble. He was about to take it when a cold voice stopped him.
"Wouldn't pick that up if I were you. Unless you want to end up like her."
His head went in the direction of the emotionless voice above him.
Spike was still looking around. Lost in thought. Giles anger rose despite his early wariness.
"What did you do?"
Spike just looked at him with his icy blue eyes.
"I made her see. See everything, feel everything. Believe me I didn't need to do more."
Before either Giles or Buffy could question Anya chose to stumble out from the training room. She looked at the people before her for a moment then looked around with a pained expression.
"My shop!"
Spikes chuckling brought her attention to him, she seemed to stare into him for a moment. Then a look of fear came across her face, and became wary in her movements. Buffy became alarmed because she had never seen the demon that afraid. He seemed to notice this also and was quick but not desperate to relax her.
"Don't worry pet, not here to hurt you. Sorry about the shop."
It seemed to relax her and she nodded. Not worrying anymore about danger she began to look for things to salvage. But Buffy was still eyeing Spike, trying to figure the next move. His, now blue, eyes met hers and as if reading her mind spoke.
"Oh get off it slayer, I've been here for a minute and your already thinking I'm going to slaughter everyone."
She lapsed into her old annoyed fashion.
"What do you expect spike. You appear out of nowhere coming from god knows where and turn uber-Willow into a trembling infant and expect me to be all "welcome back"!"
"Actually I don't really expect much from you at all"
His voice was calm and content like the stinging barb he just threw was a daily occurrence.
Giles moved to get up ready to counter, but forgot about the injuries inflicted on him. He began to loose his balance when without even moving his eyes from Buffy's Spikes hand shot out and gripped the watcher's arm. Buffy surged forward to rip his hand off when Giles face calmed and stood up straight, his cuts and bruises disappearing. Spike had healed him. He released his grip and fixed them with a icy glare.
"If I want you dead, I'll make it slow." They both stepped back from him. It was a threat that they both knew he would carry out.
It seemed to be enough for him because he them made way to what was left of the door. They hadn't noticed the sun had risen. Buffy was too stunned to notice. Anya's voice filtered in matter a factly
"Spike, the sun."
He stopped right at the entrance, and slowly stepped into the bright light. Realization washed through all of them as he turned the face the three stunned people. They all noticed that his eyes were back into being complete voids. His voice was the same though. He also wore a smile that even chilled the vengeance demon's blood. He noticed this.
"Oh Anya before I go." His hand suddenly gripped the door frame and Black flame engulfed the room.
