Chapter 28
History
Buffy and Willow returned to Spike, who was sitting impatiently thumping his boots against the floor. He looked up and turned his head in their direction. "About bloody time."
Buffy rolled her eyes, and caught the wall with the splattered blood. "What the hell happened here?!!" She quickly moved to where the empty cup lay on the floor.
"Angel happened. You should really have a talk with him about that temper of his."
"And I suppose you had nothing to do with it."
"Why slayer, I'm offended." Spike gave his most annoyingly innocent pouty lip.
Buffy turned away, picking up the cup and trying not to turn to mush. "Now I have to find a way to get blood out of the carpet. Not to mention the new wall décor."
"Adds character. Besides, all your vampire friends will love it." Spike smiled proudly at the disgusted look he received from Buffy.
"Okay Will," Buffy said, turning to her friend. "Time to do this."
"Are you sure you want to be the one?"
"One what?" Spike asked, concerned.
"Yeah. It's the only way it'll work," she answered, ignoring his question.
"I could...."
Buffy cut her off. "You don't know what I know."
"Would someone tell me what the bloody hell is going on?" Spike interrupted.
"Buffy's gonna try to make you remember the things you...forgot," Willow answered sheepishly.
He raised his eyebrow. "And why don't I like the sound of that?"
"I don't like it either but it's the only way. Now close your eyes and concentrate," Buffy answered, grabbing a chair and placing it in front of his. She sat down facing him and closed her eyes.
"Concentrate on what, slayer? What are you doing?"
Her eyes opened again and she sighed. "We have to make a connection. Willow found a spell to do it. Now shut up and think happy thoughts."
She crossed her arms and waited for him to argue. He surprised her by closing his eyes. "Show me what I have to do so I can get out of here."
"Okay," Willow answered. "Both of you relax and hold hands."
Spike opened his eyes and glared at Willow.
"Just do it," Buffy demanded in her best stern voice.
He closed them again and roughly grabbed her hands. "I swear when this is done..."
"I know, Spike. I've got it coming... gonna kill me...heard it all before."
"Damn right."
Willow cleared her throat to get their attention. "I'm gonna start the spell. You'll know when it's working."
Buffy and Spike listened as Willow spoke the incantation. A wave of light engulfed them and then everything around them went black.
Spike woke with the weight of a body on top of his. He opened his eyes to find Buffy groggily shifting, apparently as dazed as he was. He shoved her off and stood up as she came to.
"Where are we?" she asked, rising to stand beside him.
"It's your bloody spell, slayer. You tell me."
They looked around at the streets before them and the reluctance of people to notice they were there.
"Are we ghosts?" she asked as she watched several people walk past them.
Spike lifted his arm and punched her squarely in the nose. She screamed and instinctively punched him back.
"Bloody hell! Guess not then."
"Idiot."
Spike grinned. He began to look around. The familiarity of the scene came to him. "I remember this."
"Oh goody. This must mean we're inside your head," she stated with a large hint of sarcasm.
"Time for you to see how the other half live, slayer," he said with an evil grin to follow.
He began walking down an alley with Buffy following closely behind him.
"Oh! It smells!" she complained, reaching up to hold her nose.
Spike smiled and licked his lips. "Yeah."
She gave a disgusted cough and shook her head. "It smells like..."
"Blood," he interrupted. "And a lot of it if memory serves."
"Memory?" "I was here. We were here. The four of us."
"You don't think....."
"Only one way to find out." He hastened the pace with Buffy trying to keep up. They quickly turned the corner and she stopped dead, cringing at the sight, the smell overtaking her senses.
Spike smiled. "You wanna see what your Angel is really like?"
She forced herself to look and focused on the figures in front of her. Four vampires in full demon face feasting together on an unlucky family. They seemed euphoric in the act. So much blood, so much violence, and joy. Her gaze rested on Angel. Angelus. She tried to catch the breath that had escaped her.
She watched as an earlier version of Spike joined him in taking the blood of a woman not much older than Buffy herself. They fed together, each drawing from the young girl's neck on opposite sides. She glanced back to the vampire beside her who looked like he'd be more than happy to join them if this were for real.
She shook her head and returned her attention to the previous sight. Not prepared for what happened next, her eyes widened with embarrassment when she saw Angelus reaching for Spike, or was it William back then, she wasn't sure. He pulled him into a deep kiss, with hands wandering the length of the younger vampire's body after dropping the dead woman to the ground. Their tongues dueled while Spike's hand made its way to the bulge the older vampire was sporting.
Buffy tried to turn away but felt her curiosity grabbing hold, forcing her to watch as the other two vampires finally joined them. Darla soon gained the attention of Angelus as Drusilla took over where her sire had left off with Spike. Buffy felt a deep, nauseating feeling in her stomach as she watched the other woman pulling and tugging at his clothes until finally freeing him from the confines of his trousers. With his eyes closed, he leaned his head back in a sensuous pose not unfamiliar to Buffy as Dru traveled down to kneel in front of him.
"Looks like fun, eh slayer?" Spike asked, grinning wildly as his tongue came to rest between his teeth.
"You're a pig, Spike," Buffy answered. A classic phrase she'd always used when a better come back escaped her vocabulary.
He snorted. "Aahh. Sticks and stones baby. Besides, I can tell you like what you see."
"What?! I do not! How...."
His raised eyebrow and a slow gaze down her body stopped her from demanding a further explanation.
"Didn't peg you the voyeuristic type."
"Again, Spike. Eewww." She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
He chuckled and allowed his lips to rest in a smirk.
"Better enjoy it while you can," she suggested, folding her arms in front of her. "This isn't why we're here."
"Ah, come on, slayer. Where's your sense of adventure?!"
"I lost it during the killing and....everything else. And what was that?! You and Angel?!"
He shrugged his shoulders and pushed his hands into his coat pockets. "Vampire. You seem to forget that. Sex and blood. It all goes together. Doesn't much matter with who as long as you get off, right?"
"Okay, Spike. A little more than I needed to know."
"What? You asked, I'm tellin'. Too late to be all squeamish about it now. You just can't imagine your precious Angel getting his rocks off like that, can you? Well let me fill you in. That 'was' Angel. Seeing is believing, slayer."
"Let's just get out of here." Buffy turned and began walking in the opposite direction back toward the alley they came from. She tried pushing away the picture in her head of Spike and Angel, but the images kept appearing. As off put as she was to admit it, she had been a little intrigued by the relationship between the two. She wanted to ask more questions but knew to wait until she had 'her' Spike back. Answers would have to come later.
She turned to look for her traveling partner and found him leaning against the side of a wall with a cigarette dangling from his lips. She walked back toward him.
"What are you doing? We don't have time for this."
"You don't have a clue who he really is, do you?"
"I don't know and I don't care. I know what he is now. That's what matters."
He closed his eyes, lost in thought. "He was everything I wanted to be. Everything I tried to be. He was strong.powerful. And cold. Angelus was a cold and self-righteous bastard. Took what he wanted when he wanted it. Although I guess you saw a little of that during his stint in Sunnydale. He was fucking Dru you know." His eyes met hers to gage her reaction.
She looked away.
"Or maybe you didn't. Didn't think you were that naïve, slayer." His eyes found hers again. "Did it because he could. Just to piss me off. There's always been this thing between us."
"I know."
Spike threw the finished butt to the ground and inhaled deeply, shrugging off the melancholy mood. "Anyway, enough of that. He's a bloody poof now so what's it matter?"
Buffy was surprised by Spike's reaction to seeing Angel. She could only assume it was hurt he was feeling. There was a lot to the story she knew she was missing and was curious to know what had happened between them. For now, her biggest challenge was making him remember why they were here in the first place.
History
Buffy and Willow returned to Spike, who was sitting impatiently thumping his boots against the floor. He looked up and turned his head in their direction. "About bloody time."
Buffy rolled her eyes, and caught the wall with the splattered blood. "What the hell happened here?!!" She quickly moved to where the empty cup lay on the floor.
"Angel happened. You should really have a talk with him about that temper of his."
"And I suppose you had nothing to do with it."
"Why slayer, I'm offended." Spike gave his most annoyingly innocent pouty lip.
Buffy turned away, picking up the cup and trying not to turn to mush. "Now I have to find a way to get blood out of the carpet. Not to mention the new wall décor."
"Adds character. Besides, all your vampire friends will love it." Spike smiled proudly at the disgusted look he received from Buffy.
"Okay Will," Buffy said, turning to her friend. "Time to do this."
"Are you sure you want to be the one?"
"One what?" Spike asked, concerned.
"Yeah. It's the only way it'll work," she answered, ignoring his question.
"I could...."
Buffy cut her off. "You don't know what I know."
"Would someone tell me what the bloody hell is going on?" Spike interrupted.
"Buffy's gonna try to make you remember the things you...forgot," Willow answered sheepishly.
He raised his eyebrow. "And why don't I like the sound of that?"
"I don't like it either but it's the only way. Now close your eyes and concentrate," Buffy answered, grabbing a chair and placing it in front of his. She sat down facing him and closed her eyes.
"Concentrate on what, slayer? What are you doing?"
Her eyes opened again and she sighed. "We have to make a connection. Willow found a spell to do it. Now shut up and think happy thoughts."
She crossed her arms and waited for him to argue. He surprised her by closing his eyes. "Show me what I have to do so I can get out of here."
"Okay," Willow answered. "Both of you relax and hold hands."
Spike opened his eyes and glared at Willow.
"Just do it," Buffy demanded in her best stern voice.
He closed them again and roughly grabbed her hands. "I swear when this is done..."
"I know, Spike. I've got it coming... gonna kill me...heard it all before."
"Damn right."
Willow cleared her throat to get their attention. "I'm gonna start the spell. You'll know when it's working."
Buffy and Spike listened as Willow spoke the incantation. A wave of light engulfed them and then everything around them went black.
Spike woke with the weight of a body on top of his. He opened his eyes to find Buffy groggily shifting, apparently as dazed as he was. He shoved her off and stood up as she came to.
"Where are we?" she asked, rising to stand beside him.
"It's your bloody spell, slayer. You tell me."
They looked around at the streets before them and the reluctance of people to notice they were there.
"Are we ghosts?" she asked as she watched several people walk past them.
Spike lifted his arm and punched her squarely in the nose. She screamed and instinctively punched him back.
"Bloody hell! Guess not then."
"Idiot."
Spike grinned. He began to look around. The familiarity of the scene came to him. "I remember this."
"Oh goody. This must mean we're inside your head," she stated with a large hint of sarcasm.
"Time for you to see how the other half live, slayer," he said with an evil grin to follow.
He began walking down an alley with Buffy following closely behind him.
"Oh! It smells!" she complained, reaching up to hold her nose.
Spike smiled and licked his lips. "Yeah."
She gave a disgusted cough and shook her head. "It smells like..."
"Blood," he interrupted. "And a lot of it if memory serves."
"Memory?" "I was here. We were here. The four of us."
"You don't think....."
"Only one way to find out." He hastened the pace with Buffy trying to keep up. They quickly turned the corner and she stopped dead, cringing at the sight, the smell overtaking her senses.
Spike smiled. "You wanna see what your Angel is really like?"
She forced herself to look and focused on the figures in front of her. Four vampires in full demon face feasting together on an unlucky family. They seemed euphoric in the act. So much blood, so much violence, and joy. Her gaze rested on Angel. Angelus. She tried to catch the breath that had escaped her.
She watched as an earlier version of Spike joined him in taking the blood of a woman not much older than Buffy herself. They fed together, each drawing from the young girl's neck on opposite sides. She glanced back to the vampire beside her who looked like he'd be more than happy to join them if this were for real.
She shook her head and returned her attention to the previous sight. Not prepared for what happened next, her eyes widened with embarrassment when she saw Angelus reaching for Spike, or was it William back then, she wasn't sure. He pulled him into a deep kiss, with hands wandering the length of the younger vampire's body after dropping the dead woman to the ground. Their tongues dueled while Spike's hand made its way to the bulge the older vampire was sporting.
Buffy tried to turn away but felt her curiosity grabbing hold, forcing her to watch as the other two vampires finally joined them. Darla soon gained the attention of Angelus as Drusilla took over where her sire had left off with Spike. Buffy felt a deep, nauseating feeling in her stomach as she watched the other woman pulling and tugging at his clothes until finally freeing him from the confines of his trousers. With his eyes closed, he leaned his head back in a sensuous pose not unfamiliar to Buffy as Dru traveled down to kneel in front of him.
"Looks like fun, eh slayer?" Spike asked, grinning wildly as his tongue came to rest between his teeth.
"You're a pig, Spike," Buffy answered. A classic phrase she'd always used when a better come back escaped her vocabulary.
He snorted. "Aahh. Sticks and stones baby. Besides, I can tell you like what you see."
"What?! I do not! How...."
His raised eyebrow and a slow gaze down her body stopped her from demanding a further explanation.
"Didn't peg you the voyeuristic type."
"Again, Spike. Eewww." She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
He chuckled and allowed his lips to rest in a smirk.
"Better enjoy it while you can," she suggested, folding her arms in front of her. "This isn't why we're here."
"Ah, come on, slayer. Where's your sense of adventure?!"
"I lost it during the killing and....everything else. And what was that?! You and Angel?!"
He shrugged his shoulders and pushed his hands into his coat pockets. "Vampire. You seem to forget that. Sex and blood. It all goes together. Doesn't much matter with who as long as you get off, right?"
"Okay, Spike. A little more than I needed to know."
"What? You asked, I'm tellin'. Too late to be all squeamish about it now. You just can't imagine your precious Angel getting his rocks off like that, can you? Well let me fill you in. That 'was' Angel. Seeing is believing, slayer."
"Let's just get out of here." Buffy turned and began walking in the opposite direction back toward the alley they came from. She tried pushing away the picture in her head of Spike and Angel, but the images kept appearing. As off put as she was to admit it, she had been a little intrigued by the relationship between the two. She wanted to ask more questions but knew to wait until she had 'her' Spike back. Answers would have to come later.
She turned to look for her traveling partner and found him leaning against the side of a wall with a cigarette dangling from his lips. She walked back toward him.
"What are you doing? We don't have time for this."
"You don't have a clue who he really is, do you?"
"I don't know and I don't care. I know what he is now. That's what matters."
He closed his eyes, lost in thought. "He was everything I wanted to be. Everything I tried to be. He was strong.powerful. And cold. Angelus was a cold and self-righteous bastard. Took what he wanted when he wanted it. Although I guess you saw a little of that during his stint in Sunnydale. He was fucking Dru you know." His eyes met hers to gage her reaction.
She looked away.
"Or maybe you didn't. Didn't think you were that naïve, slayer." His eyes found hers again. "Did it because he could. Just to piss me off. There's always been this thing between us."
"I know."
Spike threw the finished butt to the ground and inhaled deeply, shrugging off the melancholy mood. "Anyway, enough of that. He's a bloody poof now so what's it matter?"
Buffy was surprised by Spike's reaction to seeing Angel. She could only assume it was hurt he was feeling. There was a lot to the story she knew she was missing and was curious to know what had happened between them. For now, her biggest challenge was making him remember why they were here in the first place.