Spike nodded slowly, his head pounding. He was sure she thought the worst of him by now and he also knew that he shouldnt expect anything less, after all she was the slayer. Spying a book on her bed he picked it up. Staring back at him, he saw himself for the first time in 100 + years. Buffy was standing up tapping her foot lightly on the ground. Waiting for an answer.
He started...
1890
It was a cold December day and William, who now called himself Spike sat next to Drusilla. The two vampires looked at their latest victim. A young womans face looked up at them, stone cold and not moving. Dru squealed in delight, she loved the killing...Spike on the other hand did it only to survive. Though if any of his clan knew that he would surely be killed. So he kept his mouth shut and got up smiling slightly at Drusilla..
1910
Men shuffled around him as Spike sturggled along the streets on New York. His face badly bruised and arms and legs bloody. Surely they all noticed him but nobody dared speak to him.. A woman came to his side and whispered something in his ear. Following her he walked to a house, waited for an invitation, and ventured in..
The woman turned around and looked at Spike in the eyes, saying a spell, he flew backwords. Something was filling him and he was feeling pain, happiness, and death all at the same time. Nothing exscaped his lips, it was all kept inside and he quietly nodded to the lady and quielty thanked her. Thanked her for giving him back a sense of humanity.....
Buffy sat on the bed stunned at what had happened. A vampire redeaming himself with a soul? She got up quietly and kissed him softly on the cheek. She knew she shouldnt feel this for someone, something like him. But somehow she couldnt think of it as dirty, nasty, or even wrong. He layed a hand on her hair gently pushing it away from her face. And then he kissed her on the lips. A kiss that threw Buffy for a loop. If only this could be possible...
Buffy heared ringing in her ear and Spike pulled away watching he quietly as she answered the phone. Willow was on the other end...
He started...
1890
It was a cold December day and William, who now called himself Spike sat next to Drusilla. The two vampires looked at their latest victim. A young womans face looked up at them, stone cold and not moving. Dru squealed in delight, she loved the killing...Spike on the other hand did it only to survive. Though if any of his clan knew that he would surely be killed. So he kept his mouth shut and got up smiling slightly at Drusilla..
1910
Men shuffled around him as Spike sturggled along the streets on New York. His face badly bruised and arms and legs bloody. Surely they all noticed him but nobody dared speak to him.. A woman came to his side and whispered something in his ear. Following her he walked to a house, waited for an invitation, and ventured in..
The woman turned around and looked at Spike in the eyes, saying a spell, he flew backwords. Something was filling him and he was feeling pain, happiness, and death all at the same time. Nothing exscaped his lips, it was all kept inside and he quietly nodded to the lady and quielty thanked her. Thanked her for giving him back a sense of humanity.....
Buffy sat on the bed stunned at what had happened. A vampire redeaming himself with a soul? She got up quietly and kissed him softly on the cheek. She knew she shouldnt feel this for someone, something like him. But somehow she couldnt think of it as dirty, nasty, or even wrong. He layed a hand on her hair gently pushing it away from her face. And then he kissed her on the lips. A kiss that threw Buffy for a loop. If only this could be possible...
Buffy heared ringing in her ear and Spike pulled away watching he quietly as she answered the phone. Willow was on the other end...