Title: Pretty maiden all alone
Author: Lore
Rating: PG13
Summary: Spike, Buffy and Dawn end up trapped in an alternative past where the memory of an evil Spike still rages amongst the watchers and the slayer-line. (Buffy/Spike)
Notes: the past AU is the one shown in the Christopher Golden Spike and Dru Book 'Pretty Maiden all in a row' where Spike and Dru are set up by a powerful icedemon by the name of Skrymir to kill all the known potential slayers. The book ends with Elizabeth Boudreaux called up as the new Slayer after Spike kills the current slayer Sophie and the next SIT called, Isabel dies fighting the demon Skrymir.
1946 London
Elizabeth whistled as she walked through the battered streets of London. Noticing the way the city was rebuilding, recovering from years of war. It was a clear night, barely no fog and she'd had to work to get some hunting done.
She'd spread mayhem amongst the undead crowd, destroying an entire nest as if it were nothing and had manage to stake two fledglings fresh out of the grave. Things went too easy.
She'd almost asked for harder prey, of course the gods had chosen to answer her request.
And now HE was here, again.
His white blond hair standing out in the dark night. Moonlight reflecting off his worn out duster. His back was facing her, stopping her from seeing his eyes, but she was sure he'd heard her.
Not just any vampire, Spike.
She fumbled to get to her stake, strangely enough he actually gave her the chance to do so, slowly turning his face her way. He stared at her, she didn't think he'd even recognized who she was, but he sure did understand what she was. She got ready to fight, he let her. Then he...he ran.
It was a trap, she went after him regardless...
She finally found him, his back still turned towards her, his hands touching the brick wall of the dead-end alley. She could see muscles ripping beneath the coat, could see his hairs, curlier than she'd remembered. Strange to notice this, right before a fight, but it seemed softer as well.
She noticed a silver ring on his left thumb, two golden ones on his right thumb and middle finger. Something glittered around his neck. He didn't move for the longest time and she should probably have just staked him already... No, it was a trap, had to be.
Then he turned around, smiling... no smirking. His eyes didn't fit. They'd been harsh and cruel when he nearly killed her. The cheekbones were still the same, so were the nose, the lips.
It was Spike alright.
Off all the cities in the world, and he had to walk back into hers.
Yet those eyes... had she seen that same look when Sophie had thrown Drusilla out of the window of that train? Had there been concern in them then?
She just couldn't remember.
"Well gee copper, think you caught me."
He drawled out the words in a fake cockney accent. She'd heard enough real ones, these past years of patrolling London streets to realize that. It sounded good, but was off, as if he were pretending to be something he wasn't.
"Spike."
"Slayer."
Did she imagine his smile?
It soon faded as they both heard a scream, she hesitated a second, he attacked. She kicked out, he grabbed her leg before she could hit him and threw her against the wall. She crawled up, trying to defend herself only to see him jump up to the nearest window, holding on and crawling up to the roof.
Why didn't he do that before?
She tried to follow him, but found herself unable to grab hold of the proper ledge, she could see how he'd done it, finding miniscule bits of stone sticking out to give him a hold, but it was too dark to find them for herself. She dropped down and left the alley, following the sound of the scream.
Tbc
