Chapter 11
Note: really short chapter. I mean really really really short chapter (sorrie kiddes, don't worry the next chapter will be up in 1 or 2 days)
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Late in the morning Aoide kicked William's door for the twentieth time with all the slayer strength she possessed. It was blocked off totally with an extremely strong power.
"WILLIAM!" she screamed, "Are you all right?! Let me in!"
There was no reply.
Aoide thumped her head on the door, "God, just let me in. Something's wrong, I know that you're hurting in some way.. Let me help?"
But all she heard was silence
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William had closed off the entire area into his room; he knew that Aoide surely would have heard him scream. But he couldn't let her in. She couldn't know. He was pacing now, his thoughts running a mile a minute.
'Where is Leng when you need her?!' he muttered darkly to himself. Then he remembered that his cell phone was still in his jacket pocket.
She had left a message for him.
"I'm sorry William, just hold in there for a few more days. This potion takes at least 3 days to complete. Once it's done, I'll catch the next flight over. Bye."
'Not soon enough. no, no, I need it now. I need it so bad. It hurts. It hurts so much.'
He made a desperate strangled sound as he clenched his fingers in his brownish blond hair. His face was twisted in anguish as his memories came together and became more crystal clear.
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"Giles! We have to find a way to exorcise that hell god from Spike's body! Who knows what he's going to do next!"
"Y-yes B-buffy. I know. I-I've narrowed it down to around t-t-three spells. O-our problem is how are we ever going to lure him back h-here."
"I don't know!"
"Whatever it is we have to do it fast, he's managed to destroy all of Wolfram and Harte easily and he's killed a slayer and the newest slayer is on his side." Angel pointed out.
"Gee Deadboy, can we be more obvious?" Xander retorted.
Buffy glared at Angel and Xander. "Look! Lets just think of a plan!"
Cordelia look over at Dawn. "Wait a minute! Remember how worried he was over Dawn? We can tell him that she's even more hurt! He'll be rushing over here before we even finish the message."
Giles nodded, "Y-yes! That's a terrific idea. And I know which spell we have to use. However, the exorcising spell will take about 72 hours to prepare at the shortest. So we'll call him when it's done."
Anya raised her hand. "Wait a minute, you guys are forgetting something. He needs to be held down so that the exorcism can work. How do we tie down a very strong hell god?"
Lucifer appeared in the middle of the room. "Maybe I can be of some assistance."
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Spike was standing in front of Buffy's house in the middle of the night. It wasn't one of his prophetic dreams this time. It was memory.
"Buffy?" Spike implored as she opened the door.
"You." She whispered.
"I. I wanted to say what a pillock I am for doing all those horrid things to you."
She remained silent and she stared at him with dark, despising eyes. Spike gulped and continued.
"I know I can never make up for what I did to you. But I want to try to do what I can."
"To what Evil undead? You going to try your best to rape her again?" Xander said as he appeared behind Buffy.
Spike's eyes widened in horror, "NO! I won't!"
"Oh yeah and what makes you so different this time huh Spike?"
"I have a soul now, I know what I did wrong. Not that I didn't already know what I did wrong before. Please?." Spike looked at Buffy. She currently wouldn't even look at him.
"Scram Deadboy Jr."
"Shut up Harris!" Spike yelled, he was getting frustrated. He hadn't anticipated Xander to be there.
"No you shut up Spike!" Buffy yelled as she finally raised he head. "Did you really think that you could come back and beg for forgiveness after what you did?! Not to mention that you weren't even there when you were needed to the most!"
"I'm sorry. I heard about Tara and Willow and what happened. I wish I could have been here to help."
"You're pathetic." Buffy cut him off.
Spike's undead heart was squeezing painfully now. "I know. I just.*sigh*"
"No. you're not welcome back here anymore Spike. Leave. I don't care if you have a soul. What you did was unforgivable."
Spike's infamous temper flared, "After what Angel did you still forgave him! I didn't kill anyone! I didn't torment you or your Scoobies! I gave you everything you wanted!!! I even got this bleeding soul that has been making my undead life a living hell!"
Buffy covered her ears, he refused to hear him. She knew that he was right, but subconsciously she was disgusted with herself for lowering to his level. And now she wanted to push him away more than anything else.
"Buffy, just hear me out."
"You heard her Spike, she wants nothing to do with you." Xander pitched in.
Spike looked down at his feet with a heavy heart. "Is he right Buffy? Do you want me to leave?"
Buffy's mind was jumble now, she was recalling the bathroom scene again and before she knew it, she was nodding her head furiously. " Yes. yes. just get out!"
Spike choked on a sob, "Are you sure?" He was at the end of his line, he need her so badly, she had become his reason for existence and now for the second time of his life, he could feel himself dying.
"Get out!" Buffy screamed, she swiftly stepped back and closed the door in his face.
Spike numbly walked back to his motorcycle and drove as long as he could out of Sunnydale. He rented a shabby hotel room next to the San Francisco Airport and bought a ticket for a flight to England. Tears never really came, it was different this time. It wasn't like the time Buffy died or Joyce died or every time Buffy rejected him. He just couldn't cry, there was this horrid swelling in his chest that burned and consumed his entire being. He took labored unneeded breaths to try to calm himself, but that didn't' work. He tried chain smoking, doing a few drugs and killing a few demons that night. Nothing worked. When he got back to the hotel room he couldn't sleep, he just stared at the wall as he felt his mind detach from his body. And the pain just grew and grew and grew.
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The dream jumped again. Leng was looking at his arm now. There were some brown stripes and spots on his wrist. He blinked his eyes a few times.the spots were growing along his arm.
"Why is it doing that?" Spike asked, slightly panicked.
"It's feeding on your pain." Leng whispered.
"What happens if it's done feeding."
"You will become the monster that you killed earlier.this 'thing' isn't a demon, it's a manifestation of hatred, fear, pain, loathing. everything dark within us. It will destroy you. It will destroy your soul, your humanity. Everything. You will be consumed alive."
Spike digested this information. "Then kill me. Before I become this monster, before I hurt anyone else."
"I can't."
"WHY NOT?!"
"Once it's found it's vessel, it will keep it from dying until it has possessed it fully."
"Then I should leave."
"No, it'll be worse if you leave. I'll try to help in anyway I can. I'll try to put it off."
"Put it off?"
"It doesn't matter, it'll destroy you in the end no matter what. You already have so much pain. This thing will heighten your suffering. You will begin to hallucinate and imagine things that aren't really there. It will warp your mind and twist everything to it will."
Spike shrank into the bed he was on, "No. please no, I can't take anymore. It can't be worse. It'll drive me insane."
Leng whispered, "I'm sorry."
~~~ Spike looked at Leng's village in the night one last time and ran off. He hitched at ride into a local city and rented a hotel room. While he was out eating some dinner (Which happened to be very easy to attain since the Chinese had an eclectic of tastes.*), he managed to buy a bag full of candles, a knife, and a gun.
Then he retreated to this small dark hotel room he rented.
In the morning, the walls, the bed sheets, and the floor were covered with shattered glass, melted candles and Spike's blood. ~~~
Spike took the bottle of 'forgetting potion' to his lips and drank it like a man deprived of water for days. He made sure not to miss a single drop. Then his eyes widened as things began to blur and faded to a white light.
When he awoke Leng, look him outside in the daylight and began to fabricate the story of his new life.
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William opened his eyes again. It was morning again. ' I got through another night. I can do it. I can hang in there. Just two more days.'
Cont.
Note: I really don't like pig's blood. But duck's blood (cooked!) tastes alright. I usually dump all this sauce all over it though. It tastes pretty bland.. to me. I always wondered why Spike didn't stay in or go back to China after he killed the first slayer . I mean Chinese nightlife is great. No one sleeps till 1 in the morning, there are like a gazillion food shops and trinket stands that are out. So, at night there are gazillions of walking happy meals out and about at ungodly hours of the night. Not to mention, a lot of Chinese people like to eat curdled animal blood (I'm not kidding!), so it's really easy to access.
Note: really short chapter. I mean really really really short chapter (sorrie kiddes, don't worry the next chapter will be up in 1 or 2 days)
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Late in the morning Aoide kicked William's door for the twentieth time with all the slayer strength she possessed. It was blocked off totally with an extremely strong power.
"WILLIAM!" she screamed, "Are you all right?! Let me in!"
There was no reply.
Aoide thumped her head on the door, "God, just let me in. Something's wrong, I know that you're hurting in some way.. Let me help?"
But all she heard was silence
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William had closed off the entire area into his room; he knew that Aoide surely would have heard him scream. But he couldn't let her in. She couldn't know. He was pacing now, his thoughts running a mile a minute.
'Where is Leng when you need her?!' he muttered darkly to himself. Then he remembered that his cell phone was still in his jacket pocket.
She had left a message for him.
"I'm sorry William, just hold in there for a few more days. This potion takes at least 3 days to complete. Once it's done, I'll catch the next flight over. Bye."
'Not soon enough. no, no, I need it now. I need it so bad. It hurts. It hurts so much.'
He made a desperate strangled sound as he clenched his fingers in his brownish blond hair. His face was twisted in anguish as his memories came together and became more crystal clear.
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"Giles! We have to find a way to exorcise that hell god from Spike's body! Who knows what he's going to do next!"
"Y-yes B-buffy. I know. I-I've narrowed it down to around t-t-three spells. O-our problem is how are we ever going to lure him back h-here."
"I don't know!"
"Whatever it is we have to do it fast, he's managed to destroy all of Wolfram and Harte easily and he's killed a slayer and the newest slayer is on his side." Angel pointed out.
"Gee Deadboy, can we be more obvious?" Xander retorted.
Buffy glared at Angel and Xander. "Look! Lets just think of a plan!"
Cordelia look over at Dawn. "Wait a minute! Remember how worried he was over Dawn? We can tell him that she's even more hurt! He'll be rushing over here before we even finish the message."
Giles nodded, "Y-yes! That's a terrific idea. And I know which spell we have to use. However, the exorcising spell will take about 72 hours to prepare at the shortest. So we'll call him when it's done."
Anya raised her hand. "Wait a minute, you guys are forgetting something. He needs to be held down so that the exorcism can work. How do we tie down a very strong hell god?"
Lucifer appeared in the middle of the room. "Maybe I can be of some assistance."
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Spike was standing in front of Buffy's house in the middle of the night. It wasn't one of his prophetic dreams this time. It was memory.
"Buffy?" Spike implored as she opened the door.
"You." She whispered.
"I. I wanted to say what a pillock I am for doing all those horrid things to you."
She remained silent and she stared at him with dark, despising eyes. Spike gulped and continued.
"I know I can never make up for what I did to you. But I want to try to do what I can."
"To what Evil undead? You going to try your best to rape her again?" Xander said as he appeared behind Buffy.
Spike's eyes widened in horror, "NO! I won't!"
"Oh yeah and what makes you so different this time huh Spike?"
"I have a soul now, I know what I did wrong. Not that I didn't already know what I did wrong before. Please?." Spike looked at Buffy. She currently wouldn't even look at him.
"Scram Deadboy Jr."
"Shut up Harris!" Spike yelled, he was getting frustrated. He hadn't anticipated Xander to be there.
"No you shut up Spike!" Buffy yelled as she finally raised he head. "Did you really think that you could come back and beg for forgiveness after what you did?! Not to mention that you weren't even there when you were needed to the most!"
"I'm sorry. I heard about Tara and Willow and what happened. I wish I could have been here to help."
"You're pathetic." Buffy cut him off.
Spike's undead heart was squeezing painfully now. "I know. I just.*sigh*"
"No. you're not welcome back here anymore Spike. Leave. I don't care if you have a soul. What you did was unforgivable."
Spike's infamous temper flared, "After what Angel did you still forgave him! I didn't kill anyone! I didn't torment you or your Scoobies! I gave you everything you wanted!!! I even got this bleeding soul that has been making my undead life a living hell!"
Buffy covered her ears, he refused to hear him. She knew that he was right, but subconsciously she was disgusted with herself for lowering to his level. And now she wanted to push him away more than anything else.
"Buffy, just hear me out."
"You heard her Spike, she wants nothing to do with you." Xander pitched in.
Spike looked down at his feet with a heavy heart. "Is he right Buffy? Do you want me to leave?"
Buffy's mind was jumble now, she was recalling the bathroom scene again and before she knew it, she was nodding her head furiously. " Yes. yes. just get out!"
Spike choked on a sob, "Are you sure?" He was at the end of his line, he need her so badly, she had become his reason for existence and now for the second time of his life, he could feel himself dying.
"Get out!" Buffy screamed, she swiftly stepped back and closed the door in his face.
Spike numbly walked back to his motorcycle and drove as long as he could out of Sunnydale. He rented a shabby hotel room next to the San Francisco Airport and bought a ticket for a flight to England. Tears never really came, it was different this time. It wasn't like the time Buffy died or Joyce died or every time Buffy rejected him. He just couldn't cry, there was this horrid swelling in his chest that burned and consumed his entire being. He took labored unneeded breaths to try to calm himself, but that didn't' work. He tried chain smoking, doing a few drugs and killing a few demons that night. Nothing worked. When he got back to the hotel room he couldn't sleep, he just stared at the wall as he felt his mind detach from his body. And the pain just grew and grew and grew.
~~~
The dream jumped again. Leng was looking at his arm now. There were some brown stripes and spots on his wrist. He blinked his eyes a few times.the spots were growing along his arm.
"Why is it doing that?" Spike asked, slightly panicked.
"It's feeding on your pain." Leng whispered.
"What happens if it's done feeding."
"You will become the monster that you killed earlier.this 'thing' isn't a demon, it's a manifestation of hatred, fear, pain, loathing. everything dark within us. It will destroy you. It will destroy your soul, your humanity. Everything. You will be consumed alive."
Spike digested this information. "Then kill me. Before I become this monster, before I hurt anyone else."
"I can't."
"WHY NOT?!"
"Once it's found it's vessel, it will keep it from dying until it has possessed it fully."
"Then I should leave."
"No, it'll be worse if you leave. I'll try to help in anyway I can. I'll try to put it off."
"Put it off?"
"It doesn't matter, it'll destroy you in the end no matter what. You already have so much pain. This thing will heighten your suffering. You will begin to hallucinate and imagine things that aren't really there. It will warp your mind and twist everything to it will."
Spike shrank into the bed he was on, "No. please no, I can't take anymore. It can't be worse. It'll drive me insane."
Leng whispered, "I'm sorry."
~~~ Spike looked at Leng's village in the night one last time and ran off. He hitched at ride into a local city and rented a hotel room. While he was out eating some dinner (Which happened to be very easy to attain since the Chinese had an eclectic of tastes.*), he managed to buy a bag full of candles, a knife, and a gun.
Then he retreated to this small dark hotel room he rented.
In the morning, the walls, the bed sheets, and the floor were covered with shattered glass, melted candles and Spike's blood. ~~~
Spike took the bottle of 'forgetting potion' to his lips and drank it like a man deprived of water for days. He made sure not to miss a single drop. Then his eyes widened as things began to blur and faded to a white light.
When he awoke Leng, look him outside in the daylight and began to fabricate the story of his new life.
~~~
William opened his eyes again. It was morning again. ' I got through another night. I can do it. I can hang in there. Just two more days.'
Cont.
Note: I really don't like pig's blood. But duck's blood (cooked!) tastes alright. I usually dump all this sauce all over it though. It tastes pretty bland.. to me. I always wondered why Spike didn't stay in or go back to China after he killed the first slayer . I mean Chinese nightlife is great. No one sleeps till 1 in the morning, there are like a gazillion food shops and trinket stands that are out. So, at night there are gazillions of walking happy meals out and about at ungodly hours of the night. Not to mention, a lot of Chinese people like to eat curdled animal blood (I'm not kidding!), so it's really easy to access.