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 PG-13 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!
*~*~*
*~*MISERY NOT LIKED BY COMPANY*~*
Buffy turned off the shower and stepped out onto the cool tile of the bathroom. She sighed as she grabbed her towel and began to dry herself. Her thoughts were on Spike.
She couldn't erase the hurt look on his face when he left her room. It really made her think. She knew she had been difficult since her friends started to die. She was entitled to be 'difficult.' She couldn't stop thinking about how she could have stopped all of this if she had only realized that she should never have let Angel out of her sight until she was absolutely sure his soul could not be lost, or until he was dead. She was the slayer. Now more people have died because of that fact than lived because of it.
She wiped the steam off of the glass and looked at herself in the mirror. She barely recognized the girl that looked back at her. Lines she never remembered having before stuck out plainly on her once soft face. A hardness had stolen away her youth. Her eyes were sunken into her skull. Her skin was pale and sallow, and she could tell just by looking at her sunken in cheeks she had lost weight. She looked older. She looked sickly. She turned away from the mirror, and finished drying off.
She wrapped the towel around herself and went into her room, softly closing the door behind her. She sat on her bed and looked at the ground. She wasn't herself. This was exactly what Angelus wanted, and she was playing right into it. She was never going to find him if he didn't want to be found. He had to come to her. She was tired of playing on his terms. It was time to snap out of this.
The first step, she knew, was apologizing to Spike. He really had been great in the last few weeks. He stood by her and tried to be comforting and caring, two things that were not natural to him, and all she did was push him away when he tried to make the effort.
She lay back on the bed and slowly scoot herself up to the head, laying her head on her pillows. She knew she should get up now and go talk to him. It was daylight and she doubted he left the house with a blanket. He was probably sulking somewhere.
Going to find him would involve getting dressed. Getting dressed would involve crossing the room. Crossing the room would involve getting up. And getting up would now involve waking up.
He'd be there when she woke.
*~*CINDERELLA ANYONE?*~*
Buffy jumped awake at the sound of someone running down the stairs of her house. She looked outside to see the daylight gone. Spike was leaving.
Buffy jumped out of bed and grabbed a pair of jeans from the floor and a t- shirt and pulled them on quickly running for the stairs. Her feet were swift as she shuffled down the stairs and opened the front door, just in time to see Spike drive off.
"Spike!!" She ran out into the street, waving her arms, but he didn't see her. Or didn't care. She sighed. She turned and walked back to the house and closed the door behind her. She headed back upstairs to her room and started to dress for tonight. Tonight was her new beginning. Tonight the old Buffy was back.
*~*BACK TO BLACK*~*
Willow looked at Lindsey. The screams had stopped. Whatever had been done to get it out must have been painful. Lindsey definitely knew he didn't want one of these chip things. He looked back at Willow. He hadn't really had much time to get to know the redhead. She was always stuck to Angelus and he tried to stay as far away from Angelus as possible.
"Do you think they'll keep you?"
Lindsey looked at the smaller vampire in confusion. She didn't talk often.
"Why wouldn't they? I've earned my spot in this family."
Her laugh was small and silvery. It unnerved him.
"You think that matters to Angelus? What matters is his own perception of what this family should be. You heard what he said when he brought us all together. This group has to only have four. With Spike, that makes five. You don't really think he's helping get this chip out just so he can toss him out of the family, do you?"
Lindsey gave some serious thought to what she was saying.
"Do you think he'd choose you over Drusilla? She is his daughter. She's been in this family longer than anyone else alive besides him. Do you think he likes you more than me?" She smiled. Her face was a picture of innocence. "He traveled across dimensions to get me. He spent many nights breaking me and reconditioning me into who I am now. Do you think he'd throw that away for you?" Clearly she didn't think so.
Lindsey started to worry about his position in the family. But before much more could be said or thought, the door opened and Lindsey turned toward it.
Spike stumbled out of the building, looking for all the world as if he were drunk. His coordination had apparently taken the night off as his feet went wherever they could find purchase. One hand was on his head and his eyes were nearly closed as he walked out. He was followed by Angelus and Drusilla.
"You said he was going to take it out."
"Well he fried it instead. It doesn't work now." Angelus grinned. "Would you rather he split your head open?"
"You mean he hasn't?"
Angelus laughed. Spike winced. He stopped and stood still for a moment, already starting to feel a bit better. Drusilla slinked over to him.
"My poor Spike. All the worms are quite cross with you right now. Their ringing can be heard through the land causing the world to shake and the lights to go dim!" She danced around him.
Spike chuckled. "All that to say my head is hurting. You always did have a way with words, Dru." Drusilla smiled, pleased.
Willow looked at Lindsey meaningfully before moving to stand beside Angelus, slipping one little hand around his arm. He didn't even acknowledge her.
Spike's head finally began to clear and he put his duster back on. As his eyes focused they fell onto Lindsey.
"I've been meaning to ask you, Peaches, who is this bloke?"
"His name is Lindsey. And don't call me 'peaches.'"
Spike smiled.
"Well, Peaches," he emphasized, "that doesn't tell me anything. Where did he come fro-" Spike's sentence was clipped by the large backhand that knocked him to the ground. Spike lay on his stomach a moment, chuckling.
"You are going to have to get used to the pecking order of this group, Spike. Things are different. I'm in charge here and anyone who doesn't like it can kill me," he looked at Lindsey, "or be killed."
Spike slowly got up and started to brush himself off, a satisfied smirk on his face. Angelus could already tell the difference in his mannerisms. This was the Spike he had known before. He watched as Spike made a show of dusting off and then turned to face him.
"Well, lucky for me, I'm not a part of this freak show, Peaches." His eyes challenged Angelus.
Angelus lost all humor. He growled menacingly at Spike.
"What a waste of a favor. All this just to turn around and kill you afterwards." Angelus charged him.
Spike, quick on the defense, dropped down and lifted Angelus, flinging him back on his back, but Angelus never stayed down for long. He popped up and whirled around only to get a boot in the face, knocking him back. Willow growled and moved inward but Drusilla stopped her.
"Let the king of the jungle be won."
Anger fueling him, Angelus quickly charged Spike again, and Spike readied himself to trip Angelus, but Angelus had learned his lesson the first time. He quickly stopped before Spike and caught him off guard, tossing him across the open area, slamming him against a tree. Spike slid down the tree slowly before struggling to get up. He felt the back of his head where the chip was, and felt pain. He growled, but his eyes were beginning to blur. He started to second-guess that this was a good idea. He was outnumbered four to one after all. He cursed himself for not thinking of this before he started on this crazy mission.
Angelus, seeing Spike slowing down, grinned and advanced on him again. Suddenly an arrow flew past him and hit Willow in the arm, making her scream out. Angelus quickly turned her way and then yelled in pain as an arrow pierced his leg. He whipped his head around and saw her. Buffy.
Spike got up and looked over, his head clearing after a moment and saw Buffy. She stood there in a miniskirt and a button down shirt tucked in loosely and unbuttoned over a psychedelic mid-drift tank. Her hair was curled and falling around her face, framing it. Her face beautifully made up with make up. This was his old Buffy. Spike saw his chance. He walked toward her and she smiled at him and tossed him the crossbow. He caught it quickly and turned around, aiming it at Angelus.
Suddenly, Spike heard Buffy yelp and he turned and saw Drusilla, vamped out and thrown to the ground by Buffy. He went to Buffy quickly.
"There's a demon in the building there. I think we should go and regroup. I ain't 20/20 right now." His eyes bore into hers and she nodded and looked at Angelus who started coming toward them, pure rage on his face.
She quickly aimed and shot him again, in the chest, mere inches from his heart. He staggered back, falling. Buffy saw the others regrouping and grabbed Spike's hand and started to run. Spike kept up with her easily, grinning at his luck.
He was beginning to enjoy life again and it was all because of this chit he was running with. Finally, he knew things would be ok.
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 PG-13 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!
*~*~*
*~*MISERY NOT LIKED BY COMPANY*~*
Buffy turned off the shower and stepped out onto the cool tile of the bathroom. She sighed as she grabbed her towel and began to dry herself. Her thoughts were on Spike.
She couldn't erase the hurt look on his face when he left her room. It really made her think. She knew she had been difficult since her friends started to die. She was entitled to be 'difficult.' She couldn't stop thinking about how she could have stopped all of this if she had only realized that she should never have let Angel out of her sight until she was absolutely sure his soul could not be lost, or until he was dead. She was the slayer. Now more people have died because of that fact than lived because of it.
She wiped the steam off of the glass and looked at herself in the mirror. She barely recognized the girl that looked back at her. Lines she never remembered having before stuck out plainly on her once soft face. A hardness had stolen away her youth. Her eyes were sunken into her skull. Her skin was pale and sallow, and she could tell just by looking at her sunken in cheeks she had lost weight. She looked older. She looked sickly. She turned away from the mirror, and finished drying off.
She wrapped the towel around herself and went into her room, softly closing the door behind her. She sat on her bed and looked at the ground. She wasn't herself. This was exactly what Angelus wanted, and she was playing right into it. She was never going to find him if he didn't want to be found. He had to come to her. She was tired of playing on his terms. It was time to snap out of this.
The first step, she knew, was apologizing to Spike. He really had been great in the last few weeks. He stood by her and tried to be comforting and caring, two things that were not natural to him, and all she did was push him away when he tried to make the effort.
She lay back on the bed and slowly scoot herself up to the head, laying her head on her pillows. She knew she should get up now and go talk to him. It was daylight and she doubted he left the house with a blanket. He was probably sulking somewhere.
Going to find him would involve getting dressed. Getting dressed would involve crossing the room. Crossing the room would involve getting up. And getting up would now involve waking up.
He'd be there when she woke.
*~*CINDERELLA ANYONE?*~*
Buffy jumped awake at the sound of someone running down the stairs of her house. She looked outside to see the daylight gone. Spike was leaving.
Buffy jumped out of bed and grabbed a pair of jeans from the floor and a t- shirt and pulled them on quickly running for the stairs. Her feet were swift as she shuffled down the stairs and opened the front door, just in time to see Spike drive off.
"Spike!!" She ran out into the street, waving her arms, but he didn't see her. Or didn't care. She sighed. She turned and walked back to the house and closed the door behind her. She headed back upstairs to her room and started to dress for tonight. Tonight was her new beginning. Tonight the old Buffy was back.
*~*BACK TO BLACK*~*
Willow looked at Lindsey. The screams had stopped. Whatever had been done to get it out must have been painful. Lindsey definitely knew he didn't want one of these chip things. He looked back at Willow. He hadn't really had much time to get to know the redhead. She was always stuck to Angelus and he tried to stay as far away from Angelus as possible.
"Do you think they'll keep you?"
Lindsey looked at the smaller vampire in confusion. She didn't talk often.
"Why wouldn't they? I've earned my spot in this family."
Her laugh was small and silvery. It unnerved him.
"You think that matters to Angelus? What matters is his own perception of what this family should be. You heard what he said when he brought us all together. This group has to only have four. With Spike, that makes five. You don't really think he's helping get this chip out just so he can toss him out of the family, do you?"
Lindsey gave some serious thought to what she was saying.
"Do you think he'd choose you over Drusilla? She is his daughter. She's been in this family longer than anyone else alive besides him. Do you think he likes you more than me?" She smiled. Her face was a picture of innocence. "He traveled across dimensions to get me. He spent many nights breaking me and reconditioning me into who I am now. Do you think he'd throw that away for you?" Clearly she didn't think so.
Lindsey started to worry about his position in the family. But before much more could be said or thought, the door opened and Lindsey turned toward it.
Spike stumbled out of the building, looking for all the world as if he were drunk. His coordination had apparently taken the night off as his feet went wherever they could find purchase. One hand was on his head and his eyes were nearly closed as he walked out. He was followed by Angelus and Drusilla.
"You said he was going to take it out."
"Well he fried it instead. It doesn't work now." Angelus grinned. "Would you rather he split your head open?"
"You mean he hasn't?"
Angelus laughed. Spike winced. He stopped and stood still for a moment, already starting to feel a bit better. Drusilla slinked over to him.
"My poor Spike. All the worms are quite cross with you right now. Their ringing can be heard through the land causing the world to shake and the lights to go dim!" She danced around him.
Spike chuckled. "All that to say my head is hurting. You always did have a way with words, Dru." Drusilla smiled, pleased.
Willow looked at Lindsey meaningfully before moving to stand beside Angelus, slipping one little hand around his arm. He didn't even acknowledge her.
Spike's head finally began to clear and he put his duster back on. As his eyes focused they fell onto Lindsey.
"I've been meaning to ask you, Peaches, who is this bloke?"
"His name is Lindsey. And don't call me 'peaches.'"
Spike smiled.
"Well, Peaches," he emphasized, "that doesn't tell me anything. Where did he come fro-" Spike's sentence was clipped by the large backhand that knocked him to the ground. Spike lay on his stomach a moment, chuckling.
"You are going to have to get used to the pecking order of this group, Spike. Things are different. I'm in charge here and anyone who doesn't like it can kill me," he looked at Lindsey, "or be killed."
Spike slowly got up and started to brush himself off, a satisfied smirk on his face. Angelus could already tell the difference in his mannerisms. This was the Spike he had known before. He watched as Spike made a show of dusting off and then turned to face him.
"Well, lucky for me, I'm not a part of this freak show, Peaches." His eyes challenged Angelus.
Angelus lost all humor. He growled menacingly at Spike.
"What a waste of a favor. All this just to turn around and kill you afterwards." Angelus charged him.
Spike, quick on the defense, dropped down and lifted Angelus, flinging him back on his back, but Angelus never stayed down for long. He popped up and whirled around only to get a boot in the face, knocking him back. Willow growled and moved inward but Drusilla stopped her.
"Let the king of the jungle be won."
Anger fueling him, Angelus quickly charged Spike again, and Spike readied himself to trip Angelus, but Angelus had learned his lesson the first time. He quickly stopped before Spike and caught him off guard, tossing him across the open area, slamming him against a tree. Spike slid down the tree slowly before struggling to get up. He felt the back of his head where the chip was, and felt pain. He growled, but his eyes were beginning to blur. He started to second-guess that this was a good idea. He was outnumbered four to one after all. He cursed himself for not thinking of this before he started on this crazy mission.
Angelus, seeing Spike slowing down, grinned and advanced on him again. Suddenly an arrow flew past him and hit Willow in the arm, making her scream out. Angelus quickly turned her way and then yelled in pain as an arrow pierced his leg. He whipped his head around and saw her. Buffy.
Spike got up and looked over, his head clearing after a moment and saw Buffy. She stood there in a miniskirt and a button down shirt tucked in loosely and unbuttoned over a psychedelic mid-drift tank. Her hair was curled and falling around her face, framing it. Her face beautifully made up with make up. This was his old Buffy. Spike saw his chance. He walked toward her and she smiled at him and tossed him the crossbow. He caught it quickly and turned around, aiming it at Angelus.
Suddenly, Spike heard Buffy yelp and he turned and saw Drusilla, vamped out and thrown to the ground by Buffy. He went to Buffy quickly.
"There's a demon in the building there. I think we should go and regroup. I ain't 20/20 right now." His eyes bore into hers and she nodded and looked at Angelus who started coming toward them, pure rage on his face.
She quickly aimed and shot him again, in the chest, mere inches from his heart. He staggered back, falling. Buffy saw the others regrouping and grabbed Spike's hand and started to run. Spike kept up with her easily, grinning at his luck.
He was beginning to enjoy life again and it was all because of this chit he was running with. Finally, he knew things would be ok.