AN: Buffy doesn't like the fact that Angel wants to handle this new vampire
on his own. When she goes back to her crypt. . .
The Choice: Chapter 18
When Buffy was outside, she had the idea Angel hadn't told her the whole truth. He had never let her down before. Well, he did once, but that wasn't his fault. But even Angelus never mentioned his beloved Childe.
He had told her stories about his sire Darla, the only woman he had ever loved. Stories that hurt, but couldn't be true. A demon wasn't capable of showing emotions, they were killing machines, designed to make her life miserable. And still the demon she had met tonight seemed so normal, human almost. Why did she always attract the strangest kind of vampires? Oh right, the Slayer thing.
Engrossed in her thoughts she paid little attention to her surroundings. In the crypt she closed the door behind her before she realised she was not alone.
"Spike? I know you're here."
He turned around in the chair she used when she needed sleep.
"I'd never thought a Slayer would actually live the same way as vampires do. I hope for you it is some sort of training from your Watcher."
"It's a decision I made on my own."
"You finally figured it out then. You're the first Slayer I've met who so openly admits it."
Buffy was getting tired of the eerie, all knowing voice in the dark. She ignored the curiosity she felt when he talked about his meeting other Slayers. She walked around the crypt, listening intently for every movement, and lit a few candles.
Now she had the chance to take a good look at Spike, the Childe of Angelus. He wore a dark jeans, a black button-up shirt and a leather duster. His hair was brown, short and curly. In all he wouldn't be noticed if he stood somewhere in a crowd. But people would step aside for him. The authority, the deadly threat that spoke in his eyes to everyone that stood in his way, made him the person he was. A master vampire.
"What did I figure out?"
"That you belong in the dark."
Spike watched Buffy watching him. She looked so much like Laura, she even had the same attitude. He was a bit surprised that she didn't try to stake him. She had gone to Angelus after all, she knew about him.
"Yeah, maybe I do belong in the dark. I need the comfort it brings. And still I crave the light, just like you."
That remark hit him hard. . . She was right. After all his years spent in darkness, he finally remembered the few precious moments he had been happy. When he was human, with this beautiful woman by his side. He couldn't stand it any longer.
"Okay, come on then."
He stood up and took his stance. He tossed something to her, a solid wooden stake.
"End it here, Slayer. You want to protect your lover, I want him dead. Make your choice and let it be the right one."
She caught the stake but made no move to kill the vampire. She first wanted to know why he would want to kill his sire. She punched so that he flew across the room and picked him up again.
"No more mystery man, Spike. What are you doing here?"
"I want Angel dead."
"Why?"
"For being the prick that he is. For taking away everything I ever loved. I think that about covers it."
"Why did you come here after all these years? You must have had the chance to kill him before."
"I heard he was helping the Slayer. I am stronger than ever. I could beat him if it wasn't for you."
He looked away. Bloody hell, he couldn't be in the same room with her.
At that moment Angel burst in. He looked worriedly at Buffy and then charged Spike. The vampire ducked just in time and the two men rolled over the floor. Spike managed to push the older vampire from him and stood. He waited for Angel to make his move.
The Choice: Chapter 18
When Buffy was outside, she had the idea Angel hadn't told her the whole truth. He had never let her down before. Well, he did once, but that wasn't his fault. But even Angelus never mentioned his beloved Childe.
He had told her stories about his sire Darla, the only woman he had ever loved. Stories that hurt, but couldn't be true. A demon wasn't capable of showing emotions, they were killing machines, designed to make her life miserable. And still the demon she had met tonight seemed so normal, human almost. Why did she always attract the strangest kind of vampires? Oh right, the Slayer thing.
Engrossed in her thoughts she paid little attention to her surroundings. In the crypt she closed the door behind her before she realised she was not alone.
"Spike? I know you're here."
He turned around in the chair she used when she needed sleep.
"I'd never thought a Slayer would actually live the same way as vampires do. I hope for you it is some sort of training from your Watcher."
"It's a decision I made on my own."
"You finally figured it out then. You're the first Slayer I've met who so openly admits it."
Buffy was getting tired of the eerie, all knowing voice in the dark. She ignored the curiosity she felt when he talked about his meeting other Slayers. She walked around the crypt, listening intently for every movement, and lit a few candles.
Now she had the chance to take a good look at Spike, the Childe of Angelus. He wore a dark jeans, a black button-up shirt and a leather duster. His hair was brown, short and curly. In all he wouldn't be noticed if he stood somewhere in a crowd. But people would step aside for him. The authority, the deadly threat that spoke in his eyes to everyone that stood in his way, made him the person he was. A master vampire.
"What did I figure out?"
"That you belong in the dark."
Spike watched Buffy watching him. She looked so much like Laura, she even had the same attitude. He was a bit surprised that she didn't try to stake him. She had gone to Angelus after all, she knew about him.
"Yeah, maybe I do belong in the dark. I need the comfort it brings. And still I crave the light, just like you."
That remark hit him hard. . . She was right. After all his years spent in darkness, he finally remembered the few precious moments he had been happy. When he was human, with this beautiful woman by his side. He couldn't stand it any longer.
"Okay, come on then."
He stood up and took his stance. He tossed something to her, a solid wooden stake.
"End it here, Slayer. You want to protect your lover, I want him dead. Make your choice and let it be the right one."
She caught the stake but made no move to kill the vampire. She first wanted to know why he would want to kill his sire. She punched so that he flew across the room and picked him up again.
"No more mystery man, Spike. What are you doing here?"
"I want Angel dead."
"Why?"
"For being the prick that he is. For taking away everything I ever loved. I think that about covers it."
"Why did you come here after all these years? You must have had the chance to kill him before."
"I heard he was helping the Slayer. I am stronger than ever. I could beat him if it wasn't for you."
He looked away. Bloody hell, he couldn't be in the same room with her.
At that moment Angel burst in. He looked worriedly at Buffy and then charged Spike. The vampire ducked just in time and the two men rolled over the floor. Spike managed to push the older vampire from him and stood. He waited for Angel to make his move.