A/N: This story was conceived a while ago (early 2001?) and was written
then. Although I watched the first episode of Buffy when it first aired, I
didn't get a change to keep up with the series because of work. It wasn't
until the middle of Season 5 and Season 2 for Buffy and Angel respectively
that I got into the full swing of things. Then as soon as I heard about
fan-fiction, I was in! But I had gotten a video tape (pre-DVD releases)
that had the episodes where Angel became Angelus and I was transfixed.
Something said then seemed to correspond very well with something I had
just seen in Buffy's fifth season.and this story was born.
It's called The Death of a Slayer, and there are fourteen parts to it. It's got elements of a Buffy/Spike romance, written before there was a real romance between the two of them. As far as spoilers, this was started after BtVS S5: "Into the Woods" and AtS S2: "Reunion". And since it's been such a long time since those aired, you might want to read a recap or review of those episodes to be in the frame of mind I was in when I started.although it isn't necessary. Most you Buffy fans out there can name the show and number and season of any line of dialogue I could quote you.lol.
The rating for this part is R and of course these characters and this world does not belong to me but rather to Joss Whedon, Fox, and all those other great peeps that gave us a good show.
If you are interested in putting this story on your website, email me and let me know! I never say no, but I like to know who is supporting my work. Thanks!
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*~*CRAZY AGAIN*~*
"Come on, Slayer, you can tell ole Spike. You get off on the slaying, don't you?"
Buffy shook her head. They were walking through the graveyard, finishing up their patrol.
"No, I don't. It's a job. I do it. I go home. Just because you get off on killing doesn't mean that everyone does."
"Uh huh. And I suppose you wouldn't like a little action now. I suppose you're telling me that you would rather have an uneventful night that a night of slaying."
"That's right." She looked back, noticing he had stopped. She noticed six figures start coming out of the shadows around them, and Spike was circling.
"Well now. If you can convince these blokes to go home then, you'll get your wish."
Buffy took out her stake and got closer to Spike. They circled, their backs to each other, the way they normally fought together.
Taking out the vampires was an easy task. With Spike's added strength and skill, the six vampires didn't really stand a chance. Buffy was just finishing slaying the last of the six when she was knocked to the ground by an unseen force. She looked up to see what hit her and her eyes fell on a demon. She wasn't sure which type.
Spike turned and saw Buffy on the ground, he looked at the demon before them. Yellow and scale-y, the demon looked like a giant iguana. Spike closed the space on it and swung his fist. The demon turned and batted him away with his tail. Spike hit the ground and skid to a halt with the force of the hit.
Buffy got up and jumped on the back of the demon. Spike got up and went for the front of the demon. The demon easily shook Buffy off its back, since she didn't really have a good handle on him. She fell to the ground with an oof! But then suddenly the demon fell beside her, and then melted into nothingness. Buffy looked to Spike, knife in hand. She smiled. He smiled and went to sit up and winced in pain. Buffy then noticed the bite on his shoulder.
"Shit, Spike that looks bad." She moved next to him, checking it over. He hissed when she touched a sore spot.
"Nothing I can't handle, slayer." Spike tried not to wince when she touched it again, but failed.
"Uh huh. Lets go." Buffy helped him to his feet and led him to his nearby crypt.
Once in the crypt she sat him down on the makeshift bed.
"Where are your supplies?" Spike pointed and Buffy grabbed a small tin, opening and finding bandages there.
Gently she removed his jacket and his shirt and cleaned the wound as best she could, making Spike chuckle.
"Pet, I'm not going to die of infection. Just slap a bandage on it and it'll be fine."
"You really want me to just 'slap' a bandage on there?" She gently poked his sore for good measure and he hissed again and glared at her.
"You know what I bloody mean!"
Buffy smiled as she applied the bandage. Spike watched her work with intense eyes. Finally, finishing her task, she looked up at him, her face inches from his. Spike's eyes spoke volumes to her as she drowned in his eyes. Slowly, he leaned forward and kissed her again for the first time since the night she apologized to him for hurting him.
Buffy didn't move away from the kiss. Instead she opened herself to his kiss and he felt her need, her want. It enflamed him as he wrapped his powerful arms around her and pulled her to his bare chest, one hand behind her head as he deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue in her mouth, tasting her.
Buffy felt the coolness of his chest against her exposed arms and she was nearly ready to just give over to him. She was surrounded by his scent, all leather and pure maleness. He was bombarding her senses. But suddenly she pulled away.
Spike looked at her, confused for a moment, until he saw the fear in her eyes. Slowly, so not to startle her, he leaned forward and took a hold of her legs and backside and lifted her into his lap, holding her to his chest.
At first, Buffy thought to protest, but she felt like she was missing something that he had, so she curled up against his chest, letting herself feel vulnerable for the first time since Riley left. She couldn't help the tears that streamed down her cheeks.
Spike sighed.
"Well, I don't know any good way to say this. So I'm just gonna tell you. I'm just gonna come right out with it and if you laugh at me, so help me I'll make your death a torturous one." Buffy smiled a little at that. "But I know its true. It's time I said it."
"Spike?"
"Yeah?"
"Just say it."
Spike scowled down at her.
"I love you."
Buffy's head shot up so quickly, she nearly lost her perch on his lap. Only by his sheer strength was he able to keep her on his lap.
"What?"
"Bloody hell, you heard me."
Buffy looked at his face for a while and then ducked her head back down to his chest, trying to digest the information. She loved him too; she just didn't know how to tell him. She'd known of her love for him for a while now.
"Well?"
Buffy didn't look up.
"Well what?"
"Don't you have anything to say about that?"
"Oh.you mean: I love you too?"
Spike scowled and got up, putting her down on the cement and stared at her.
"I don't want to hear some pity lie! I just wanted a reaction. You don't have to love me, slayer, I just wanted to know that you knew that I love you. I didn't say it to hear my words thrown back at me. I said it because it is true."
Buffy blinked.
"So did I."
He stared at her.
"I love you, Spike. I just, I'm afraid. I can't go through another loss like Angel. I don't know what I'd do."
Slowly he cupped her face in his hands.
"I'm not Angel. I've got no soul to lose; no hidden personalities. Whatcha see is whatcha get here, love. Just old Spike, that's all. I'm not an easy bloke to deal with, but my feelings are honest."
Buffy tried to keep the tear from sliding down her cheek to his hand, but was unsuccessful. Spike slowly leaned forward and kissed the salty tear away.
"I won't hurt you."
Buffy fell into his embrace, kissing him with all the pent up passion she felt. Spike responded in the like, his body pushing hers back as he crawled up on top of her. Her hands slid over the ripples of his muscles and her body shuddered with want.
Who knew after all this time, it was really Spike she needed all along?
*~*BREAK OUT*~*
Faith held her breath as the guard passed close by her. When it was clear she started on her path again. This plan was one she went over a million times in her head since she'd been in prison. Every night as she lay in bed after a an inmate or a guard had beat her down, every night she was afraid she couldn't hack it anymore, she thought about doing just this: breaking out. And every morning afterwards when she'd wake up in her bed, she'd praise herself for not taking the easy way out. But this time was different. This time Angel needed her.
She thought back to earlier when she got the phone call.
"Hello?"
"I need a slayer." It was Angel. She'd know his voice anywhere.
"I understand." She hung up the phone with a sigh.
Faith shook herself out of her thoughts and focused on the task at hand. Redemption was a rocky road, but she knew that she was needed for the greater good. Angel wouldn't ask this of her if he didn't really need her for something. She was just starting to grasp 'the greater good'. She didn't want to let him down at the first test. She'd do just about anything for Angel. He was the only one who believed in her.
Once past the wall of the prison, Faith looked around. She waited until the spotlight passed and it was dark again before she ran to her freedom.
After running a good distance for about a half an hour, Faith stopped. She knew he was near. She could sense him. She waited. She didn't have to wait long. He emerged from the shadows, smiling at her a little.
"Glad you could make it."
"What's the crisis?" She looked around. That's when she noticed them. The lawyer, Drusilla, and Willow. Willow? Faith stared at them I shock and looked back at Angel's smiling face. She knew that face. It wasn't Angel. Fuck. She stiffened up and looked around, plotting her escape.
"Don't. I want to remember you the way you are."
"You chicken-shit, you just don't want to fight me."
Angel smiled.
"You're right, I don't."
She was grabbed by behind, by a pair of strong hands.
"I'm leaving this honor to them. The first slayer I kill will be Buffy."
With that they were on her. She was able to put up quite a fight and Angelus started to wonder if he wasn't going to have to help them, but Drusilla was a strong vampire and with her help, the three of them were able to successfully take her down.
"Faith. Just remember as you go.I'll soon be finishing a job you couldn't."
On the ground, Faith's brain frantically searched for the meaning in that statement. As teeth sunk into her flesh in multiple places, one thought crossed her mind: Wesley.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Continued.
It's called The Death of a Slayer, and there are fourteen parts to it. It's got elements of a Buffy/Spike romance, written before there was a real romance between the two of them. As far as spoilers, this was started after BtVS S5: "Into the Woods" and AtS S2: "Reunion". And since it's been such a long time since those aired, you might want to read a recap or review of those episodes to be in the frame of mind I was in when I started.although it isn't necessary. Most you Buffy fans out there can name the show and number and season of any line of dialogue I could quote you.lol.
The rating for this part is R and of course these characters and this world does not belong to me but rather to Joss Whedon, Fox, and all those other great peeps that gave us a good show.
If you are interested in putting this story on your website, email me and let me know! I never say no, but I like to know who is supporting my work. Thanks!
*~*~*
*~*CRAZY AGAIN*~*
"Come on, Slayer, you can tell ole Spike. You get off on the slaying, don't you?"
Buffy shook her head. They were walking through the graveyard, finishing up their patrol.
"No, I don't. It's a job. I do it. I go home. Just because you get off on killing doesn't mean that everyone does."
"Uh huh. And I suppose you wouldn't like a little action now. I suppose you're telling me that you would rather have an uneventful night that a night of slaying."
"That's right." She looked back, noticing he had stopped. She noticed six figures start coming out of the shadows around them, and Spike was circling.
"Well now. If you can convince these blokes to go home then, you'll get your wish."
Buffy took out her stake and got closer to Spike. They circled, their backs to each other, the way they normally fought together.
Taking out the vampires was an easy task. With Spike's added strength and skill, the six vampires didn't really stand a chance. Buffy was just finishing slaying the last of the six when she was knocked to the ground by an unseen force. She looked up to see what hit her and her eyes fell on a demon. She wasn't sure which type.
Spike turned and saw Buffy on the ground, he looked at the demon before them. Yellow and scale-y, the demon looked like a giant iguana. Spike closed the space on it and swung his fist. The demon turned and batted him away with his tail. Spike hit the ground and skid to a halt with the force of the hit.
Buffy got up and jumped on the back of the demon. Spike got up and went for the front of the demon. The demon easily shook Buffy off its back, since she didn't really have a good handle on him. She fell to the ground with an oof! But then suddenly the demon fell beside her, and then melted into nothingness. Buffy looked to Spike, knife in hand. She smiled. He smiled and went to sit up and winced in pain. Buffy then noticed the bite on his shoulder.
"Shit, Spike that looks bad." She moved next to him, checking it over. He hissed when she touched a sore spot.
"Nothing I can't handle, slayer." Spike tried not to wince when she touched it again, but failed.
"Uh huh. Lets go." Buffy helped him to his feet and led him to his nearby crypt.
Once in the crypt she sat him down on the makeshift bed.
"Where are your supplies?" Spike pointed and Buffy grabbed a small tin, opening and finding bandages there.
Gently she removed his jacket and his shirt and cleaned the wound as best she could, making Spike chuckle.
"Pet, I'm not going to die of infection. Just slap a bandage on it and it'll be fine."
"You really want me to just 'slap' a bandage on there?" She gently poked his sore for good measure and he hissed again and glared at her.
"You know what I bloody mean!"
Buffy smiled as she applied the bandage. Spike watched her work with intense eyes. Finally, finishing her task, she looked up at him, her face inches from his. Spike's eyes spoke volumes to her as she drowned in his eyes. Slowly, he leaned forward and kissed her again for the first time since the night she apologized to him for hurting him.
Buffy didn't move away from the kiss. Instead she opened herself to his kiss and he felt her need, her want. It enflamed him as he wrapped his powerful arms around her and pulled her to his bare chest, one hand behind her head as he deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue in her mouth, tasting her.
Buffy felt the coolness of his chest against her exposed arms and she was nearly ready to just give over to him. She was surrounded by his scent, all leather and pure maleness. He was bombarding her senses. But suddenly she pulled away.
Spike looked at her, confused for a moment, until he saw the fear in her eyes. Slowly, so not to startle her, he leaned forward and took a hold of her legs and backside and lifted her into his lap, holding her to his chest.
At first, Buffy thought to protest, but she felt like she was missing something that he had, so she curled up against his chest, letting herself feel vulnerable for the first time since Riley left. She couldn't help the tears that streamed down her cheeks.
Spike sighed.
"Well, I don't know any good way to say this. So I'm just gonna tell you. I'm just gonna come right out with it and if you laugh at me, so help me I'll make your death a torturous one." Buffy smiled a little at that. "But I know its true. It's time I said it."
"Spike?"
"Yeah?"
"Just say it."
Spike scowled down at her.
"I love you."
Buffy's head shot up so quickly, she nearly lost her perch on his lap. Only by his sheer strength was he able to keep her on his lap.
"What?"
"Bloody hell, you heard me."
Buffy looked at his face for a while and then ducked her head back down to his chest, trying to digest the information. She loved him too; she just didn't know how to tell him. She'd known of her love for him for a while now.
"Well?"
Buffy didn't look up.
"Well what?"
"Don't you have anything to say about that?"
"Oh.you mean: I love you too?"
Spike scowled and got up, putting her down on the cement and stared at her.
"I don't want to hear some pity lie! I just wanted a reaction. You don't have to love me, slayer, I just wanted to know that you knew that I love you. I didn't say it to hear my words thrown back at me. I said it because it is true."
Buffy blinked.
"So did I."
He stared at her.
"I love you, Spike. I just, I'm afraid. I can't go through another loss like Angel. I don't know what I'd do."
Slowly he cupped her face in his hands.
"I'm not Angel. I've got no soul to lose; no hidden personalities. Whatcha see is whatcha get here, love. Just old Spike, that's all. I'm not an easy bloke to deal with, but my feelings are honest."
Buffy tried to keep the tear from sliding down her cheek to his hand, but was unsuccessful. Spike slowly leaned forward and kissed the salty tear away.
"I won't hurt you."
Buffy fell into his embrace, kissing him with all the pent up passion she felt. Spike responded in the like, his body pushing hers back as he crawled up on top of her. Her hands slid over the ripples of his muscles and her body shuddered with want.
Who knew after all this time, it was really Spike she needed all along?
*~*BREAK OUT*~*
Faith held her breath as the guard passed close by her. When it was clear she started on her path again. This plan was one she went over a million times in her head since she'd been in prison. Every night as she lay in bed after a an inmate or a guard had beat her down, every night she was afraid she couldn't hack it anymore, she thought about doing just this: breaking out. And every morning afterwards when she'd wake up in her bed, she'd praise herself for not taking the easy way out. But this time was different. This time Angel needed her.
She thought back to earlier when she got the phone call.
"Hello?"
"I need a slayer." It was Angel. She'd know his voice anywhere.
"I understand." She hung up the phone with a sigh.
Faith shook herself out of her thoughts and focused on the task at hand. Redemption was a rocky road, but she knew that she was needed for the greater good. Angel wouldn't ask this of her if he didn't really need her for something. She was just starting to grasp 'the greater good'. She didn't want to let him down at the first test. She'd do just about anything for Angel. He was the only one who believed in her.
Once past the wall of the prison, Faith looked around. She waited until the spotlight passed and it was dark again before she ran to her freedom.
After running a good distance for about a half an hour, Faith stopped. She knew he was near. She could sense him. She waited. She didn't have to wait long. He emerged from the shadows, smiling at her a little.
"Glad you could make it."
"What's the crisis?" She looked around. That's when she noticed them. The lawyer, Drusilla, and Willow. Willow? Faith stared at them I shock and looked back at Angel's smiling face. She knew that face. It wasn't Angel. Fuck. She stiffened up and looked around, plotting her escape.
"Don't. I want to remember you the way you are."
"You chicken-shit, you just don't want to fight me."
Angel smiled.
"You're right, I don't."
She was grabbed by behind, by a pair of strong hands.
"I'm leaving this honor to them. The first slayer I kill will be Buffy."
With that they were on her. She was able to put up quite a fight and Angelus started to wonder if he wasn't going to have to help them, but Drusilla was a strong vampire and with her help, the three of them were able to successfully take her down.
"Faith. Just remember as you go.I'll soon be finishing a job you couldn't."
On the ground, Faith's brain frantically searched for the meaning in that statement. As teeth sunk into her flesh in multiple places, one thought crossed her mind: Wesley.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Continued.