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 (violence and foul mouth) 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.
Does anyone else recognize where I got the first little title from or am I the only Mulan (Disney) movie lover? *sigh*
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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*~*YOU'VE FOUND THE HUN ARMY*~*
Spike walked the deserted back alleys of Sunnydale. He'd been walking them for three hours now. His mind was on Buffy and her growing distance from him, but his body was searching for her. He knew Dru was near, he could sense her.
When the clouds hung over the bright night moon it was impossible to see him. His black clothing and duster concealed him in the darkest parts of the alleys. Spike heard a noise behind him and a mixture of new scents invaded his scenes. Spike whirled, his duster flying around him and then settling back down on him as his eyes intently searched the darkness. He didn't see anything, but he knew they were near. He scanned one more time before slowly turning back around. The clouds parted, letting the moonlight into the alley clearly illuminating the four faces before him.
Spike didn't let himself jump. He was only glad he didn't have a beating heart to pound against his chest, giving the four an inkling to what he was thinking or feeling. His eyes were practiced cool as he stared into the faces of Angelus, Drusilla, Willow, and Lindsey. He stood there, silently, appraising them and his chances of surviving this night. He could be pretty resourceful if he needed to be.
"Spike."
"Angelus."
The older vampire smiled.
Spike's eyes moved from him to the one who moved toward him.
"My Spike." She smiled and nearly purred his name.
"Dru. Still following on the heals of this wanker I see."
Angelus growled a low growl.
"My Daddy's promised me a party the likes of which has never been whispered. All the sheep have been skinned and only their shepherd left."
"Where is Little Bo Peep, by the way?" Angelus piped up behind Dru.
Spike's eyes slowly searched Dru's face before looking over her shoulder to Angelus.
"Looking for the pack of wolves that pissed her off. You know she will eventually find you."
"Oh, I'm looking forward to it, Spike." Angelus smiled evilly.
Spike glanced back at Dru who was watching him like she was reading his very thoughts.
"What are you doing Spike? What do you think you'll accomplish by being with the slayer?" Angelus moved toward him and started to circle both him and Dru. Spike kept his eyes on Dru. "I mean I can definitely understand the attraction," he chuckled, "but where's the fun? Where's the excitement? Don't you remember the killer you used to be? William the Bloody. There are few vampires with as much renown as you." Angelus smiled as he played his angle. He knew there were few ways you could get to Spike quicker than through his ego.
Spike continued watching Drusilla as Angelus circled them, watching the obvious chemistry that still existed between them. Drusilla's face was motionless except for the occasional smile or purr and even a few growls. Spike knew what she was doing. She was reminding him that she was on his side. It was what she used to do when Darla or Angelus would scold him for his latest impetuous move. His mind was flooded with memories of his life with her and with them.
"You've built yourself quite a reputation, my boy. All the people you killed. And now, you're willing to let your reputation of vast death and destruction go? People will say, 'I wonder what happened to William the Bloody?' and the only answer they'll have is that you turned into the slayers faithful lap dog!" He bellowed the last part, making his point. Spike growled. His eyes were still on Drusilla but his growl was directed at Angelus. Finally, he looked back at Angelus.
"Isn't gonna work, mate." Spike turned and started walking away.
"I heard about your chip."
Spike stopped. Angelus nearly laughed, but managed to keep it from his face and his voice.
"Must make it easier for you to be the slayers lapdog now that you're impotent to killing all but your own kind." There was a dark chuckle to accompany the sentence, but it was barely uttered before Spike whirled and charged Angelus, pinning him against a wall. A split second later, Willow and Lindsey were on him, they threw him off and stood before Angelus in a protective stance. Angelus laughed at Spike who quickly rebounded from the ground and was in fighting stance, glaring at him.
Angelus smiled at him and sighed nostalgically.
"As impetuous as ever." Angelus' smile disappeared. "How would you like that chip removed?"
Spike stared at him a moment. The glare disappeared and then soon after so did the fighting stance.
Angelus pushed past Willow and Lindsey, mostly upsetting Lindsey than Willow, and walked towards Spike.
"It could happen, Spike. I could provide a way."
"How?" Spike's voice was low and disbelieving, wary of some trap.
"I've got connections, Spike. You don't get to where I am without them. I know a demon who owes me a favor." He smiled. "So what do you say?"
Spike looked at Drusilla and then the other two before looking at Angelus.
"No deal, mate. I didn't come all this way to get out from under the grasp of you and your whore, Darla, just to come back to your twisted Brady Bunch family." He turned and left them standing there. Not a one moved to intercept him.
Angelus smiled, nonetheless. He'd be back.
*~*A WELL DRIVEN STAKE*~*
Spike walked through the door of her house and stopped, listening for her. She wasn't there. It was late in the morning, nearly sunrise. He knew she'd be home soon.
He walked over to the drapes and started pulling them all, making the house stay as dark as possible, to fight back the morning light that would soon be coming in. His thoughts, though, were out there, with her.
It had been a long time since he'd seen Drusilla. She looked good, as usual. Being so near to her reminded him of how much they shared and how alike they used to be. He wondered if he had really changed that much, or if he was just fooling himself because with the chip installed in his head, he could do little but change.
He thought about Angelus' offer to get the chip out. What if it did work? What if he could get the chip out? That didn't mean that he'd have to be in Angelus' family. It didn't mean he'd have to lose Buffy. He could still fight evil with the chip out. Maybe if he.
He shook his head as if to shake himself out of this line of thinking. He'd be working with the enemy. Angelus killed people he cared about. Joyce and Willow were usually very good to him, even when he didn't deserve it. Besides, there was Buffy. He really did love Buffy and it tore at him to see her in so much pain.
He put on a face of firm resolve. He would try harder to be what Buffy needed. He would help her through this and they would kill them together. All of them.
Even as he thought it part of his mind screamed at him against killing Drusilla, but he tried not to pay attention.
SLAM! The front door. Spike got up from the couch and went to greet her, but she walked right past him up the stairs. Bloody.
"Kitten? You a 'right?" He followed close behind her. She didn't answer him. She stormed into her bedroom and tried to slam the door on him, but he was quick enough to catch it and his eyes narrowed a little as he watched her peel out of her bloody garments and toss them on the floor.
"Did you find them?"
She shot him a glare. He guessed that was a no. He swallowed and tried to be reassuring.
"You'll find them, kitten."
"And where were you all night?"
Spike was overjoyed. Words. Actual words from her.
"I was looking for them also."
"No doubt you'd know all the right places to look. You are one of them." The coldness in her voice astounded him nearly as much as her words. ~You are one of them.~ His eyes narrowed.
"As a matter of fact, I couldn't find them. And I am NOT one of them. I haven't been for a while now if you haven't noticed. Buffy, I have been trying to get through to you for a good while now and at every turn you toss me away. Well you can't abuse ole Spike forever you know. One day you'll need this punching bag and it wont be here." He was hurt and angry. How could she say that to him?
She looked at him, her expression cold, expressionless. Uncaring. Spike narrowed his eyes.
"Well I guess that's that." And with that he turned and stormed away, only staying in the house because daylight had trapped him there.
Love or not, he wouldn't be treated like the lapdog Angelus said that he was.
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 (violence and foul mouth) 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.
Does anyone else recognize where I got the first little title from or am I the only Mulan (Disney) movie lover? *sigh*
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!
*~*~*
*~*YOU'VE FOUND THE HUN ARMY*~*
Spike walked the deserted back alleys of Sunnydale. He'd been walking them for three hours now. His mind was on Buffy and her growing distance from him, but his body was searching for her. He knew Dru was near, he could sense her.
When the clouds hung over the bright night moon it was impossible to see him. His black clothing and duster concealed him in the darkest parts of the alleys. Spike heard a noise behind him and a mixture of new scents invaded his scenes. Spike whirled, his duster flying around him and then settling back down on him as his eyes intently searched the darkness. He didn't see anything, but he knew they were near. He scanned one more time before slowly turning back around. The clouds parted, letting the moonlight into the alley clearly illuminating the four faces before him.
Spike didn't let himself jump. He was only glad he didn't have a beating heart to pound against his chest, giving the four an inkling to what he was thinking or feeling. His eyes were practiced cool as he stared into the faces of Angelus, Drusilla, Willow, and Lindsey. He stood there, silently, appraising them and his chances of surviving this night. He could be pretty resourceful if he needed to be.
"Spike."
"Angelus."
The older vampire smiled.
Spike's eyes moved from him to the one who moved toward him.
"My Spike." She smiled and nearly purred his name.
"Dru. Still following on the heals of this wanker I see."
Angelus growled a low growl.
"My Daddy's promised me a party the likes of which has never been whispered. All the sheep have been skinned and only their shepherd left."
"Where is Little Bo Peep, by the way?" Angelus piped up behind Dru.
Spike's eyes slowly searched Dru's face before looking over her shoulder to Angelus.
"Looking for the pack of wolves that pissed her off. You know she will eventually find you."
"Oh, I'm looking forward to it, Spike." Angelus smiled evilly.
Spike glanced back at Dru who was watching him like she was reading his very thoughts.
"What are you doing Spike? What do you think you'll accomplish by being with the slayer?" Angelus moved toward him and started to circle both him and Dru. Spike kept his eyes on Dru. "I mean I can definitely understand the attraction," he chuckled, "but where's the fun? Where's the excitement? Don't you remember the killer you used to be? William the Bloody. There are few vampires with as much renown as you." Angelus smiled as he played his angle. He knew there were few ways you could get to Spike quicker than through his ego.
Spike continued watching Drusilla as Angelus circled them, watching the obvious chemistry that still existed between them. Drusilla's face was motionless except for the occasional smile or purr and even a few growls. Spike knew what she was doing. She was reminding him that she was on his side. It was what she used to do when Darla or Angelus would scold him for his latest impetuous move. His mind was flooded with memories of his life with her and with them.
"You've built yourself quite a reputation, my boy. All the people you killed. And now, you're willing to let your reputation of vast death and destruction go? People will say, 'I wonder what happened to William the Bloody?' and the only answer they'll have is that you turned into the slayers faithful lap dog!" He bellowed the last part, making his point. Spike growled. His eyes were still on Drusilla but his growl was directed at Angelus. Finally, he looked back at Angelus.
"Isn't gonna work, mate." Spike turned and started walking away.
"I heard about your chip."
Spike stopped. Angelus nearly laughed, but managed to keep it from his face and his voice.
"Must make it easier for you to be the slayers lapdog now that you're impotent to killing all but your own kind." There was a dark chuckle to accompany the sentence, but it was barely uttered before Spike whirled and charged Angelus, pinning him against a wall. A split second later, Willow and Lindsey were on him, they threw him off and stood before Angelus in a protective stance. Angelus laughed at Spike who quickly rebounded from the ground and was in fighting stance, glaring at him.
Angelus smiled at him and sighed nostalgically.
"As impetuous as ever." Angelus' smile disappeared. "How would you like that chip removed?"
Spike stared at him a moment. The glare disappeared and then soon after so did the fighting stance.
Angelus pushed past Willow and Lindsey, mostly upsetting Lindsey than Willow, and walked towards Spike.
"It could happen, Spike. I could provide a way."
"How?" Spike's voice was low and disbelieving, wary of some trap.
"I've got connections, Spike. You don't get to where I am without them. I know a demon who owes me a favor." He smiled. "So what do you say?"
Spike looked at Drusilla and then the other two before looking at Angelus.
"No deal, mate. I didn't come all this way to get out from under the grasp of you and your whore, Darla, just to come back to your twisted Brady Bunch family." He turned and left them standing there. Not a one moved to intercept him.
Angelus smiled, nonetheless. He'd be back.
*~*A WELL DRIVEN STAKE*~*
Spike walked through the door of her house and stopped, listening for her. She wasn't there. It was late in the morning, nearly sunrise. He knew she'd be home soon.
He walked over to the drapes and started pulling them all, making the house stay as dark as possible, to fight back the morning light that would soon be coming in. His thoughts, though, were out there, with her.
It had been a long time since he'd seen Drusilla. She looked good, as usual. Being so near to her reminded him of how much they shared and how alike they used to be. He wondered if he had really changed that much, or if he was just fooling himself because with the chip installed in his head, he could do little but change.
He thought about Angelus' offer to get the chip out. What if it did work? What if he could get the chip out? That didn't mean that he'd have to be in Angelus' family. It didn't mean he'd have to lose Buffy. He could still fight evil with the chip out. Maybe if he.
He shook his head as if to shake himself out of this line of thinking. He'd be working with the enemy. Angelus killed people he cared about. Joyce and Willow were usually very good to him, even when he didn't deserve it. Besides, there was Buffy. He really did love Buffy and it tore at him to see her in so much pain.
He put on a face of firm resolve. He would try harder to be what Buffy needed. He would help her through this and they would kill them together. All of them.
Even as he thought it part of his mind screamed at him against killing Drusilla, but he tried not to pay attention.
SLAM! The front door. Spike got up from the couch and went to greet her, but she walked right past him up the stairs. Bloody.
"Kitten? You a 'right?" He followed close behind her. She didn't answer him. She stormed into her bedroom and tried to slam the door on him, but he was quick enough to catch it and his eyes narrowed a little as he watched her peel out of her bloody garments and toss them on the floor.
"Did you find them?"
She shot him a glare. He guessed that was a no. He swallowed and tried to be reassuring.
"You'll find them, kitten."
"And where were you all night?"
Spike was overjoyed. Words. Actual words from her.
"I was looking for them also."
"No doubt you'd know all the right places to look. You are one of them." The coldness in her voice astounded him nearly as much as her words. ~You are one of them.~ His eyes narrowed.
"As a matter of fact, I couldn't find them. And I am NOT one of them. I haven't been for a while now if you haven't noticed. Buffy, I have been trying to get through to you for a good while now and at every turn you toss me away. Well you can't abuse ole Spike forever you know. One day you'll need this punching bag and it wont be here." He was hurt and angry. How could she say that to him?
She looked at him, her expression cold, expressionless. Uncaring. Spike narrowed his eyes.
"Well I guess that's that." And with that he turned and stormed away, only staying in the house because daylight had trapped him there.
Love or not, he wouldn't be treated like the lapdog Angelus said that he was.