AN: Spike is on his way to meet a new Slayer, but does he realise who she
is?
The Choice: Chapter 15
"Master, we have big news!"
"Say it quickly, if you care for your life."
The vampires, both minions of maybe two years old, began to stutter.
"We've. . . you. . . Angelus is still alive."
"Good for him. Did you have to disturb me just for that?"
They backed up against the wall as their master came closer.
"There is more."
"Let's hear it then! I haven't got all night!"
"He's in the United States, helping out the Slayer."
"What!?"
"Several sources have confirmed it, Master, it is true."
Spike sighed deeply and tried to gain control of his thoughts. Now he knew what Angels had been up to all of these years. Not only was he a vampire with a soul, he had become an all good guy! He finally looked up, grinning at the two messengers.
"Thanks for the info."
Wooden stakes crashed into them and they were dust before they realised what had happened to them. He walked past their ashes to the main hall of the old castle that was his residence.
The local people claimed the castle was haunted and Spike helped to make truth of the legend, never letting the occasional ruthless visitor go.
"My Children!"
From all corners vampires rose from their chairs. Whenever the Master spoke it was important.
"I will be going on a long journey, alone."
The news had the impact of a bomb. The younger vampires were just disappointed that they couldn't go with their Master, the other were outraged because he left them alone.
"How can you do this?" A brave one spoke up.
"What will become of us if you leave us alone on this earth? Some of us are much too young to survive!"
"Choose yourself a new Master then. I don't care, I have lead you long enough. Goodbye."
He boarded the first plane to America. In his haste he had forgotten to ask the messengers where exactly his sire was. Nevertheless he was confident he would find him anyway.
From the moment he set foot on American soil he was drawn to the state of California. On his journey he learned from other vampires about the Hellmouth that was located in a small Californian town called Sunnydale.
"What a name for a town. Oh well, irony is an art."
It took him some time to find the town and once there he wasn't planning on calling any attention to himself. . . yet. He first wanted to learn more about this Slyer. He had heard she was different than the others he had fought. She actually had friends.
He sneaked around town and found the perfect hide out in an abandoned mansion. That night he didn't encounter the Slayer or any of her companions. He kept a low profile and walked along the streets on his own.
"Willow, behind you!"
Spike saw a bright flash of light and he got curious. High upon a crypt he watched as a redhead zapped the vampires who immediately turned to dust. If she was the Slayer this would be harder than he thought. He hadn't expected that a Vampire Slayer would have access to powerful magics.
But from the sounds there was someone else in the fight as well. He finally noticed the small blonde on almost the opposite side of the cemetery. She staked one of the five vampires that surrounded her. Spike watched with interest as she ducked and handed out numerous blows. He was amazed about her technique. This new generation of Slayers really were incredible fighters. When she staked the last vampire she looked around to where her friend was having a few minor problems to dispatch her attackers.
The Slayers seemed to look him in the eyes and he doubled over.
Laura. . . she finally came back to haunt him.
The Choice: Chapter 15
"Master, we have big news!"
"Say it quickly, if you care for your life."
The vampires, both minions of maybe two years old, began to stutter.
"We've. . . you. . . Angelus is still alive."
"Good for him. Did you have to disturb me just for that?"
They backed up against the wall as their master came closer.
"There is more."
"Let's hear it then! I haven't got all night!"
"He's in the United States, helping out the Slayer."
"What!?"
"Several sources have confirmed it, Master, it is true."
Spike sighed deeply and tried to gain control of his thoughts. Now he knew what Angels had been up to all of these years. Not only was he a vampire with a soul, he had become an all good guy! He finally looked up, grinning at the two messengers.
"Thanks for the info."
Wooden stakes crashed into them and they were dust before they realised what had happened to them. He walked past their ashes to the main hall of the old castle that was his residence.
The local people claimed the castle was haunted and Spike helped to make truth of the legend, never letting the occasional ruthless visitor go.
"My Children!"
From all corners vampires rose from their chairs. Whenever the Master spoke it was important.
"I will be going on a long journey, alone."
The news had the impact of a bomb. The younger vampires were just disappointed that they couldn't go with their Master, the other were outraged because he left them alone.
"How can you do this?" A brave one spoke up.
"What will become of us if you leave us alone on this earth? Some of us are much too young to survive!"
"Choose yourself a new Master then. I don't care, I have lead you long enough. Goodbye."
He boarded the first plane to America. In his haste he had forgotten to ask the messengers where exactly his sire was. Nevertheless he was confident he would find him anyway.
From the moment he set foot on American soil he was drawn to the state of California. On his journey he learned from other vampires about the Hellmouth that was located in a small Californian town called Sunnydale.
"What a name for a town. Oh well, irony is an art."
It took him some time to find the town and once there he wasn't planning on calling any attention to himself. . . yet. He first wanted to learn more about this Slyer. He had heard she was different than the others he had fought. She actually had friends.
He sneaked around town and found the perfect hide out in an abandoned mansion. That night he didn't encounter the Slayer or any of her companions. He kept a low profile and walked along the streets on his own.
"Willow, behind you!"
Spike saw a bright flash of light and he got curious. High upon a crypt he watched as a redhead zapped the vampires who immediately turned to dust. If she was the Slayer this would be harder than he thought. He hadn't expected that a Vampire Slayer would have access to powerful magics.
But from the sounds there was someone else in the fight as well. He finally noticed the small blonde on almost the opposite side of the cemetery. She staked one of the five vampires that surrounded her. Spike watched with interest as she ducked and handed out numerous blows. He was amazed about her technique. This new generation of Slayers really were incredible fighters. When she staked the last vampire she looked around to where her friend was having a few minor problems to dispatch her attackers.
The Slayers seemed to look him in the eyes and he doubled over.
Laura. . . she finally came back to haunt him.