Daydreams and Demons
A Buffy the Vampire Slayer story by Merrie
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or any of its wonderful characters, and I don't know what I would do with them if I did. Well, perhaps I do, but that's what fanfic's for.
Summary: Spike is poisoned by a demon out for revenge. Can he convince Buffy to help him before it's too late?
Characters: Spike, Buffy, Willow, Xander, Anya, Dawn and Maximillian Dominus a little OFC I have created.
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed!! I'm sorry for making you wait for this!!! Now that I'm on summer break, the updates should come sooner, I promise!! Also, please remember that this story is AU.
Rating: This story is rated PG-13 for violence and language.
Chapter Two
"Willow!" Buffy called out into the quiet house. "Could you come down here? I need some help!" She looked over at Max, who grimaced at the loudness of her yell.
A few seconds later, Max looked up as a half-dressed red-head came running down the stairs. "Buffy! What's wrong? Is the world end-" She closed her mouth with a snap as she noticed the slightly bloodied figure leaning against Buffy's side for support.
"Everything's alright, Willow." She frowned and looked over at Max. "Well, I hope everything's alright. Xander hit Mr. Dominus here with his car on our way to school and work."
"Oh my goddess, are you alright, Mr. Dominus?" Willow asked. She was worried about his apparent injuries, but something about him made her feel a little uneasy.
"Call me Max. I've never liked the name Dominus. It makes me sound too much like some old wizard or something." was Maximillian's reply. "And I'm alright, really. It's just a little bump on the head."
"But you're so pale.we should get you to a doctor immediately. You must've lost a lot of blood to look that pale."
"He tells me it's how he normally looks, Will." Buffy said. Willow's eyes widened in apprehension at Buff's words, but she relaxed when she saw that it was bright and sunny outside, and Max didn't seem to be bursting into flame.
"Why is that so hard for you people to believe? It's like you've never seen a pale person before." Max grumbled. Secretly, he knew why they were being so apprehensive about his pale skin. He had seen enough vampires in his life to know that he could pass for one in appearance if not in actuality.
"It's not that, it's just-" Willow stopped herself from saying anything about vampires. Who knew what he might think? Although, some small part of her mind suggested to her that he might know more than she thought. There was something about him though. Something almost.well, magical would be Willow's word. But then again, the world was magic to her, so that wasn't being very descriptive. Maybe it was his eyes. Max had the most unique pair of bright violet eyes she had ever seen before in her life. At first, she had been convinced that they were contacts, but upon closer examination, she saw that they were natural. "Your eyes." Willow gasped involuntarily. "I don't think I've ever seen eyes that shade before. They're amazing."
Max did his best shy embarrassed look, and scuffed a foot on the ground. "No they're not. They're strange. They're unnatural. They always have been. No one in my family has eyes like mine, so they can't really explain why I do. Even my eye doctors can't seem to figure it out. I guess I don't blame you for thinking I look rather odd. Given the combination of my pale skin and these eyes, I tend to freak out quite a few people."
Buffy noticed the conversation between Willow and Max with some interest. Their seemed to be something similar between the two, but she couldn't put her finger on it. After Tara's death, Willow had been rather withdrawn. Perhaps Max would be the person to bring her old Willow back. Anything that could bring that about was worth it in Buffy's book. "Stay here on the couch, I'll go and get the first aid kit." Buffy said, running off to the bathroom.
"So...." Willow attempted to start a conversation. "Do you live in Sunnydale?" Before Max could answer, however Willow put up a hand to stop him. "I'm.uh.sorry. You just got hit by a car, I'm sure you'd rather skip the small talk for right now."
"On the contrary-" Max began, before he was cut off by Buffy's return.
"Ok, who wants bandages?" Buffy joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"I think that would be me," Max replied, sending her a smile in return. "Although, I'm really think I'm fine. I'm tougher than I look."
Buffy just rolled her eyes. 'Men.' She thought with a smile. 'Inevitably, they are all the same, always trying to prove that they don't need anyone's help.' Out loud, she said, "I'm sure you are, but even the tough need a little doctoring every once and awhile." She leaned over to look at his head, pushing aside the slightly bloodied locks of his shoulder- length black hair. "I know you hit your head, I can see the blood, but I can't see the injury." Buffy said with a frown.
"I told you it wasn't as bad as it looks." Max said quickly. The truth was that being who he was, or more accurately what he was, gave him certain powers. The ability to heal faster than normal humans was one of them. Not that either of them needed to know that. At least, not yet. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Buffy narrowed her eyes slightly. 'It's probably wise not to trust me, Slayer, but it doesn't help my plans any.' "I've always heard that even the smallest of head wounds bleeds furiously. I'm sure that's all it was. I'm fine, really. And the whole incident isn't really anyone's fault but my own. I should have been paying more attention to where I was walking. I am glad I got to met you and," he frowned momentarily. "You know, I'm not sure I caught your name, Willow, I believe?" he smiled charmingly at her.
Willow blushed and spoke quickly. "I'm sorry, with the whole injured stranger in the house before I was even fully awake I was rude. My name's Willow Rosenberg." She reached out to shake his offered hand, but gasped when he grasped it and kissed it softly.
"Pleased to meet you, Willow." He smiled at her blush. 'I've just about got this one,' he thought with a look at the still blushing young witch. 'But the Slayer will be more difficult.'
The Caligual demon smiled at what the mage had given him. For a human, he certainly had some creative ideas. Who would have ever thought a vampire could be poisoned? Too bad there wasn't enough to poison more of them. Dominus had only given him enough for the once killer of slayers, no more. If he had, he and his fellow demon brothers would have taken great pleasure in seeing the half-breeds suffer and die. It was sickening enough that creatures such as vampires existed, but to say that they were half demon? The thought dirtied the mind. Only the purest demons deserved to live. Any others were nothing but fit to die. They were weak. They relied on humans to survive. The more humans they killed, the more they took away from their food supply. The demon prayed to hell that someday the humans would all perish, and along with them, the entire, he cringed at the word, race of vampires. But, that hope didn't matter right now. What did matter was ensuring that the vampire called Spike would be destroyed. The demon had almost wished for a quick painful death for the vampire, but the mage's idea was so much more satisfying. Poison the vampire's food, and watch it slowly die of a mixture of the ingredients of the poison and of starvation. No one, not even the slayer would be able to help him soon.
He had heard from other demon sources that the vampire was back in town and seen near the Hellmouth. Grabbing the bag of tainted blood, the demon put on the visage of a vengeful smile. Now, to implement the plan.
Spike couldn't remember how he had ended up in the basement of that bloody high school, but he knew he couldn't stay there. The thing was, he had no where else to go. He could to her, to the Slayer, to Buffy, but no. She would hurt him, kill him, like he hurt her. Spike's newly acquired soul ached at the remembrance of hurting the only woman he had ever truly loved. He had thought that he had loved Dru, and maybe at one time he had. But for most of their over one hundred years together, he had stayed more out of a lingering sense of obligation and duty than love. He had become obsessed with caring for her. It was what kept him going. It was his purpose. When Dru had left him, Buffy and gaining her trust and love had become his new purpose. Now that she was gone, Spike was without purpose. He was without reason. 'Maybe I should go to her,' he thought, 'she could give me what I deserve. She could kill me. It's what she deserves. She deserves to kill me. Yes, she should just kill me.' A more lucid part of his brain rebelled at the idea of death, and tried to remind Spike of his love for his unlife. It worked. No, Spike didn't want to die. He wanted the spark out of him. He wanted the soul out of him. He had tried to cut it out, but nothing had worked. It was too deep inside of him.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of something being thrown near his feet. The scent of fresh blood toyed with his senses, and his demon came to the fore without his intention. Flicking his tongue around his fangs in anticipation, Spike didn't give a second thought as he picked up the packet of blood and quickly drained it of it's contents.
TBC
A/N: Ok, I'm evil I know. But have no fear, there will be a new chapter soon. I wouldn't leave my readers hanging like that. Well, maybe I would, but it won't be for very long, I promise. Anyway, if you want me to post a new chapter sooner, REVIEW!!! Thank you.
A Buffy the Vampire Slayer story by Merrie
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or any of its wonderful characters, and I don't know what I would do with them if I did. Well, perhaps I do, but that's what fanfic's for.
Summary: Spike is poisoned by a demon out for revenge. Can he convince Buffy to help him before it's too late?
Characters: Spike, Buffy, Willow, Xander, Anya, Dawn and Maximillian Dominus a little OFC I have created.
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed!! I'm sorry for making you wait for this!!! Now that I'm on summer break, the updates should come sooner, I promise!! Also, please remember that this story is AU.
Rating: This story is rated PG-13 for violence and language.
Chapter Two
"Willow!" Buffy called out into the quiet house. "Could you come down here? I need some help!" She looked over at Max, who grimaced at the loudness of her yell.
A few seconds later, Max looked up as a half-dressed red-head came running down the stairs. "Buffy! What's wrong? Is the world end-" She closed her mouth with a snap as she noticed the slightly bloodied figure leaning against Buffy's side for support.
"Everything's alright, Willow." She frowned and looked over at Max. "Well, I hope everything's alright. Xander hit Mr. Dominus here with his car on our way to school and work."
"Oh my goddess, are you alright, Mr. Dominus?" Willow asked. She was worried about his apparent injuries, but something about him made her feel a little uneasy.
"Call me Max. I've never liked the name Dominus. It makes me sound too much like some old wizard or something." was Maximillian's reply. "And I'm alright, really. It's just a little bump on the head."
"But you're so pale.we should get you to a doctor immediately. You must've lost a lot of blood to look that pale."
"He tells me it's how he normally looks, Will." Buffy said. Willow's eyes widened in apprehension at Buff's words, but she relaxed when she saw that it was bright and sunny outside, and Max didn't seem to be bursting into flame.
"Why is that so hard for you people to believe? It's like you've never seen a pale person before." Max grumbled. Secretly, he knew why they were being so apprehensive about his pale skin. He had seen enough vampires in his life to know that he could pass for one in appearance if not in actuality.
"It's not that, it's just-" Willow stopped herself from saying anything about vampires. Who knew what he might think? Although, some small part of her mind suggested to her that he might know more than she thought. There was something about him though. Something almost.well, magical would be Willow's word. But then again, the world was magic to her, so that wasn't being very descriptive. Maybe it was his eyes. Max had the most unique pair of bright violet eyes she had ever seen before in her life. At first, she had been convinced that they were contacts, but upon closer examination, she saw that they were natural. "Your eyes." Willow gasped involuntarily. "I don't think I've ever seen eyes that shade before. They're amazing."
Max did his best shy embarrassed look, and scuffed a foot on the ground. "No they're not. They're strange. They're unnatural. They always have been. No one in my family has eyes like mine, so they can't really explain why I do. Even my eye doctors can't seem to figure it out. I guess I don't blame you for thinking I look rather odd. Given the combination of my pale skin and these eyes, I tend to freak out quite a few people."
Buffy noticed the conversation between Willow and Max with some interest. Their seemed to be something similar between the two, but she couldn't put her finger on it. After Tara's death, Willow had been rather withdrawn. Perhaps Max would be the person to bring her old Willow back. Anything that could bring that about was worth it in Buffy's book. "Stay here on the couch, I'll go and get the first aid kit." Buffy said, running off to the bathroom.
"So...." Willow attempted to start a conversation. "Do you live in Sunnydale?" Before Max could answer, however Willow put up a hand to stop him. "I'm.uh.sorry. You just got hit by a car, I'm sure you'd rather skip the small talk for right now."
"On the contrary-" Max began, before he was cut off by Buffy's return.
"Ok, who wants bandages?" Buffy joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"I think that would be me," Max replied, sending her a smile in return. "Although, I'm really think I'm fine. I'm tougher than I look."
Buffy just rolled her eyes. 'Men.' She thought with a smile. 'Inevitably, they are all the same, always trying to prove that they don't need anyone's help.' Out loud, she said, "I'm sure you are, but even the tough need a little doctoring every once and awhile." She leaned over to look at his head, pushing aside the slightly bloodied locks of his shoulder- length black hair. "I know you hit your head, I can see the blood, but I can't see the injury." Buffy said with a frown.
"I told you it wasn't as bad as it looks." Max said quickly. The truth was that being who he was, or more accurately what he was, gave him certain powers. The ability to heal faster than normal humans was one of them. Not that either of them needed to know that. At least, not yet. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Buffy narrowed her eyes slightly. 'It's probably wise not to trust me, Slayer, but it doesn't help my plans any.' "I've always heard that even the smallest of head wounds bleeds furiously. I'm sure that's all it was. I'm fine, really. And the whole incident isn't really anyone's fault but my own. I should have been paying more attention to where I was walking. I am glad I got to met you and," he frowned momentarily. "You know, I'm not sure I caught your name, Willow, I believe?" he smiled charmingly at her.
Willow blushed and spoke quickly. "I'm sorry, with the whole injured stranger in the house before I was even fully awake I was rude. My name's Willow Rosenberg." She reached out to shake his offered hand, but gasped when he grasped it and kissed it softly.
"Pleased to meet you, Willow." He smiled at her blush. 'I've just about got this one,' he thought with a look at the still blushing young witch. 'But the Slayer will be more difficult.'
The Caligual demon smiled at what the mage had given him. For a human, he certainly had some creative ideas. Who would have ever thought a vampire could be poisoned? Too bad there wasn't enough to poison more of them. Dominus had only given him enough for the once killer of slayers, no more. If he had, he and his fellow demon brothers would have taken great pleasure in seeing the half-breeds suffer and die. It was sickening enough that creatures such as vampires existed, but to say that they were half demon? The thought dirtied the mind. Only the purest demons deserved to live. Any others were nothing but fit to die. They were weak. They relied on humans to survive. The more humans they killed, the more they took away from their food supply. The demon prayed to hell that someday the humans would all perish, and along with them, the entire, he cringed at the word, race of vampires. But, that hope didn't matter right now. What did matter was ensuring that the vampire called Spike would be destroyed. The demon had almost wished for a quick painful death for the vampire, but the mage's idea was so much more satisfying. Poison the vampire's food, and watch it slowly die of a mixture of the ingredients of the poison and of starvation. No one, not even the slayer would be able to help him soon.
He had heard from other demon sources that the vampire was back in town and seen near the Hellmouth. Grabbing the bag of tainted blood, the demon put on the visage of a vengeful smile. Now, to implement the plan.
Spike couldn't remember how he had ended up in the basement of that bloody high school, but he knew he couldn't stay there. The thing was, he had no where else to go. He could to her, to the Slayer, to Buffy, but no. She would hurt him, kill him, like he hurt her. Spike's newly acquired soul ached at the remembrance of hurting the only woman he had ever truly loved. He had thought that he had loved Dru, and maybe at one time he had. But for most of their over one hundred years together, he had stayed more out of a lingering sense of obligation and duty than love. He had become obsessed with caring for her. It was what kept him going. It was his purpose. When Dru had left him, Buffy and gaining her trust and love had become his new purpose. Now that she was gone, Spike was without purpose. He was without reason. 'Maybe I should go to her,' he thought, 'she could give me what I deserve. She could kill me. It's what she deserves. She deserves to kill me. Yes, she should just kill me.' A more lucid part of his brain rebelled at the idea of death, and tried to remind Spike of his love for his unlife. It worked. No, Spike didn't want to die. He wanted the spark out of him. He wanted the soul out of him. He had tried to cut it out, but nothing had worked. It was too deep inside of him.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of something being thrown near his feet. The scent of fresh blood toyed with his senses, and his demon came to the fore without his intention. Flicking his tongue around his fangs in anticipation, Spike didn't give a second thought as he picked up the packet of blood and quickly drained it of it's contents.
TBC
A/N: Ok, I'm evil I know. But have no fear, there will be a new chapter soon. I wouldn't leave my readers hanging like that. Well, maybe I would, but it won't be for very long, I promise. Anyway, if you want me to post a new chapter sooner, REVIEW!!! Thank you.