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!
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*~*THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE*~*
Spike walked into the demon bar, and vampires all parted for him. No one was willing to get on his bad side. The tales of his newest victory had spread across the vampire and demon community of Sunnydale. He had now killed three slayers.
Spike sat down at the bar and ordered a drink that was quickly put in front of him. He grunted in thanks and drank from it, aware of all the eyes that were on him. He smiled into his drink. He rather liked the attention. It was quite a change from the attention he was now used to receiving. He was starting to feel as great as he did the night he killed his first slayer. That was a sweet victory, but this one was better. This was the one that no one said he could do.
"Well, if it isn't the Slayer Killer." Spike smirked at Angelus' voice as he swiveled in the barstool and propped his elbows against the bar.
"Sod off, mate."
Angelus' eyebrow shot up. His three companions were behind him. A few of the other vampires started to leave. Angelus and Spike? That was a little too much for a few of them.
"Aren't you full of yourself. Think just because you can kill a slayer you can be disrespectful, you're wrong."
"Oh yeah? Well, sorry if I don't bow and all in front of such royalty, Peaches, King of the Poofs, but I just don't feel like niceties this evenin'." His look was deadly. It matched Angelus'.
"Lets settle this. Now." Angelus was already vamped. Spike sighed and shot the rest of his beer and stood up.
"Whatever you say, Peaches."
Angelus growled. Spike walked out, turning his back to the four. Angelus would have laughed at his cockiness had he not been so irked by this new imperial attitude. The four followed him as he walked to a nearby cemetery. They allowed him to walk a good fifteen feet in front of them. They knew he wasn't going anywhere before they could catch him.
Lindsey watched the entire exchange with wonder and worry. He kind of liked the one called Spike. He seemed to dislike Angelus, which was a definite point for him. He hoped he killed Angelus. He worried about his own future if one of them didn't die tonight.
Drusilla watched the two men. Her mind was a jumble of confusion that only made sense to her. But she knew what was to transpire. Only one could be the leader. Daddy wouldn't allow it to be differently.
Willow followed with little expression on her face. She didn't worry about the outcome of this. Angelus would either teach the blond a lesson or he would kill him. Either way was fine by her.
Spike turned to face Angelus, once there. He took off his duster and threw it to Drusilla who caught it with a smile.
"Alright, mate. I think I can accommodate you now."
Angelus lunged.
*~*EVERY ENDING SPARKS A BEGINNING*~*
Lindsey watched the two women who were circling him now, with a wary look. He merely listened to their taunting words.
"When Angelus wins, he will bring Spike back to reunite with his family and we will be stronger than ever." Willow commented, all the while watching Lindsey.
"When the King of Clubs makes room for new royalty we shall have a ball!" Drusilla swayed as she too watched Lindsey.
"Either way," Willow continued, "we wouldn't need you, Lindsey." She smiled an uncaring smile at him. He narrowed his eyes and turned them from the vultures circling him. He watched, instead the ongoing fight between Angelus and Spike.
They had been fighting hard for nearly an hour. At first the girls avidly watched every punch, every push. But now they were contented with torturing Lindsey while the two continued to fight.
Angelus had said that in order to effectively lead this group, he had to know he could destroy every member. He needed to make sure.
Spike wasn't so sure he cared about this little group, except that he was itching to take it from Angelus. He knew that would really bug the hell out of Angelus, which was as good a reason as any as far as Spike was concerned. Besides, he found that he missed Drusilla.
Spike was slammed against a headstone and he toppled over the back of it, landing on his hands and knees. He quickly pulled himself back up, only to find Angelus there and suddenly he was face first on the ground, spitting blood and grass and dirt from his mouth. He smiled a maniacal smile as he rolled to the side, just missing Angelus' foot stomping down, and twirled his body around, knocking both Angelus' legs out from under him. Angelus fell with an oof!
Spike scrambled over him and wrapped one arm around Angelus' neck and the other around his arm and pulled Angelus back on top of him, placing a knee into Angelus' back causing the older vampire to cry out, catching the attention of the other three. The cry was strangled off as Spike tightened his hold. He was all business now, no jabs, and no taunts as he brought his fangs up and sunk them into Angelus, triumphantly.
Angelus struggled for a bit but, eventually, whatever strength he had left him. Angelus was being drained. Spike stopped when he nearly had him drained dry and rolled Angelus off of him and stood, licking his lips in triumph. He looked down at Angelus and turned him around. He brought his wrist to Angelus' mouth.
"Drink." It was a command, and Angelus followed it. He only was able to drink a small amount, though, before Spike took away his source. Angelus weakly starred up at Spike from his position on the ground.
"Now that there is no confusion about who's leading this here band," Spike smiled and looked around. "Seems I'm the only one who watched Robin Hood." He sighed. "Kevin wasn't very good, I'll grant you that, but the movie had merit." He chuckled and walked over to Drusilla. She wrapped her arms around Spike's neck and kissed him deeply. He consented to the kiss and toward the end even wrapped his arms around her.
"Mmm, Daddy," she said as she pulled back, tasting Angelus' blood.
Spike turned to the group.
"Ok, I win. I'm in charge here. Anyone got a problem with that?" He looked around to everyone. Willow went to Angelus' side, helping him stand. Spike gave her a moment's look before turning to Lindsey.
"What about you?"
Lindsey shook his head and looked to Angelus. Spike followed his look.
"No I don't suppose you do mind." Spike encircled Dru's waist with his arm and faced Angelus.
"Well, Peaches, it seems we have a bit of a dilemma here. I can't decide which to kill."
Angelus looked at him, not understanding.
"Between Red and your boy-toy here." He indicated Lindsey whose eyes widened at the title. "I can't decide which I'm going to kill and which is going to be yours. Make no mistake, mate. Before, I didn't think I could do anything about it, but now I can. Dru is mine, and you'll never have her again. Is that perfectly clear?" Spike vamped and was watching Angelus with his glowing eyes.
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Spike he'd have whoever he wanted. It was on the tip of his tongue to recount to Spike the many times he'd had her in the last few months. But as weak as he was, he knew he couldn't fight Spike and hope to win. He just wrapped his arms around Willow, imitating Spike with Dru and Spike slipped back into the mask of his human face.
"That's good, mate." He looked at Lindsey. "Well, it looks like you are the odd man out." He left Drusilla to walk towards Lindsey. "Unless you'd like to try to best me?"
"You know he's going to try and turn on you at any moment. He will want a rematch. You would always have to doubt his loyalty. Why would you want that more than someone who wouldn't?" Lindsey didn't back down. If now was his time, then so be it.
"So maybe we should find you a girl, or a gent, and keep you on." Spike tilted his head up. "I'm not as close-minded or superstitious as the poof. Five or six or whatever will work just as fine. The more the merrier."
Lindsey looked relieved for a moment and then tried to hide it, not wanting to appear relieved in front of Spike. Spike didn't mention his notice, for reasons of his own.
"So now the stars are rearranging. They tell of a new one who has risen." Drusilla's eyes were alight with excitement.
"Oh shut up Dru. We don't need a recounting of this." Angelus said, rolling his eyes.
The next thing he knew, Angelus was staring into a pair of amber eyes as Spike had him held against a stone statue.
"She doesn't mean you, you idiot. She means a new slayer."
Spike let him go with a small shove and backed away, holding his arm out for Dru, who went to him in a practiced motion. Spike smiled, licking his tongue over the fangs in his mouth.
"Like I always say. I imagine another slayer is getting herself all chosen as we speak."
"So what do we do in the mean time?" Lindsey asked.
"We wait. She'll come to us."
*~*
The End
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!
*~*~*
*~*THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE*~*
Spike walked into the demon bar, and vampires all parted for him. No one was willing to get on his bad side. The tales of his newest victory had spread across the vampire and demon community of Sunnydale. He had now killed three slayers.
Spike sat down at the bar and ordered a drink that was quickly put in front of him. He grunted in thanks and drank from it, aware of all the eyes that were on him. He smiled into his drink. He rather liked the attention. It was quite a change from the attention he was now used to receiving. He was starting to feel as great as he did the night he killed his first slayer. That was a sweet victory, but this one was better. This was the one that no one said he could do.
"Well, if it isn't the Slayer Killer." Spike smirked at Angelus' voice as he swiveled in the barstool and propped his elbows against the bar.
"Sod off, mate."
Angelus' eyebrow shot up. His three companions were behind him. A few of the other vampires started to leave. Angelus and Spike? That was a little too much for a few of them.
"Aren't you full of yourself. Think just because you can kill a slayer you can be disrespectful, you're wrong."
"Oh yeah? Well, sorry if I don't bow and all in front of such royalty, Peaches, King of the Poofs, but I just don't feel like niceties this evenin'." His look was deadly. It matched Angelus'.
"Lets settle this. Now." Angelus was already vamped. Spike sighed and shot the rest of his beer and stood up.
"Whatever you say, Peaches."
Angelus growled. Spike walked out, turning his back to the four. Angelus would have laughed at his cockiness had he not been so irked by this new imperial attitude. The four followed him as he walked to a nearby cemetery. They allowed him to walk a good fifteen feet in front of them. They knew he wasn't going anywhere before they could catch him.
Lindsey watched the entire exchange with wonder and worry. He kind of liked the one called Spike. He seemed to dislike Angelus, which was a definite point for him. He hoped he killed Angelus. He worried about his own future if one of them didn't die tonight.
Drusilla watched the two men. Her mind was a jumble of confusion that only made sense to her. But she knew what was to transpire. Only one could be the leader. Daddy wouldn't allow it to be differently.
Willow followed with little expression on her face. She didn't worry about the outcome of this. Angelus would either teach the blond a lesson or he would kill him. Either way was fine by her.
Spike turned to face Angelus, once there. He took off his duster and threw it to Drusilla who caught it with a smile.
"Alright, mate. I think I can accommodate you now."
Angelus lunged.
*~*EVERY ENDING SPARKS A BEGINNING*~*
Lindsey watched the two women who were circling him now, with a wary look. He merely listened to their taunting words.
"When Angelus wins, he will bring Spike back to reunite with his family and we will be stronger than ever." Willow commented, all the while watching Lindsey.
"When the King of Clubs makes room for new royalty we shall have a ball!" Drusilla swayed as she too watched Lindsey.
"Either way," Willow continued, "we wouldn't need you, Lindsey." She smiled an uncaring smile at him. He narrowed his eyes and turned them from the vultures circling him. He watched, instead the ongoing fight between Angelus and Spike.
They had been fighting hard for nearly an hour. At first the girls avidly watched every punch, every push. But now they were contented with torturing Lindsey while the two continued to fight.
Angelus had said that in order to effectively lead this group, he had to know he could destroy every member. He needed to make sure.
Spike wasn't so sure he cared about this little group, except that he was itching to take it from Angelus. He knew that would really bug the hell out of Angelus, which was as good a reason as any as far as Spike was concerned. Besides, he found that he missed Drusilla.
Spike was slammed against a headstone and he toppled over the back of it, landing on his hands and knees. He quickly pulled himself back up, only to find Angelus there and suddenly he was face first on the ground, spitting blood and grass and dirt from his mouth. He smiled a maniacal smile as he rolled to the side, just missing Angelus' foot stomping down, and twirled his body around, knocking both Angelus' legs out from under him. Angelus fell with an oof!
Spike scrambled over him and wrapped one arm around Angelus' neck and the other around his arm and pulled Angelus back on top of him, placing a knee into Angelus' back causing the older vampire to cry out, catching the attention of the other three. The cry was strangled off as Spike tightened his hold. He was all business now, no jabs, and no taunts as he brought his fangs up and sunk them into Angelus, triumphantly.
Angelus struggled for a bit but, eventually, whatever strength he had left him. Angelus was being drained. Spike stopped when he nearly had him drained dry and rolled Angelus off of him and stood, licking his lips in triumph. He looked down at Angelus and turned him around. He brought his wrist to Angelus' mouth.
"Drink." It was a command, and Angelus followed it. He only was able to drink a small amount, though, before Spike took away his source. Angelus weakly starred up at Spike from his position on the ground.
"Now that there is no confusion about who's leading this here band," Spike smiled and looked around. "Seems I'm the only one who watched Robin Hood." He sighed. "Kevin wasn't very good, I'll grant you that, but the movie had merit." He chuckled and walked over to Drusilla. She wrapped her arms around Spike's neck and kissed him deeply. He consented to the kiss and toward the end even wrapped his arms around her.
"Mmm, Daddy," she said as she pulled back, tasting Angelus' blood.
Spike turned to the group.
"Ok, I win. I'm in charge here. Anyone got a problem with that?" He looked around to everyone. Willow went to Angelus' side, helping him stand. Spike gave her a moment's look before turning to Lindsey.
"What about you?"
Lindsey shook his head and looked to Angelus. Spike followed his look.
"No I don't suppose you do mind." Spike encircled Dru's waist with his arm and faced Angelus.
"Well, Peaches, it seems we have a bit of a dilemma here. I can't decide which to kill."
Angelus looked at him, not understanding.
"Between Red and your boy-toy here." He indicated Lindsey whose eyes widened at the title. "I can't decide which I'm going to kill and which is going to be yours. Make no mistake, mate. Before, I didn't think I could do anything about it, but now I can. Dru is mine, and you'll never have her again. Is that perfectly clear?" Spike vamped and was watching Angelus with his glowing eyes.
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Spike he'd have whoever he wanted. It was on the tip of his tongue to recount to Spike the many times he'd had her in the last few months. But as weak as he was, he knew he couldn't fight Spike and hope to win. He just wrapped his arms around Willow, imitating Spike with Dru and Spike slipped back into the mask of his human face.
"That's good, mate." He looked at Lindsey. "Well, it looks like you are the odd man out." He left Drusilla to walk towards Lindsey. "Unless you'd like to try to best me?"
"You know he's going to try and turn on you at any moment. He will want a rematch. You would always have to doubt his loyalty. Why would you want that more than someone who wouldn't?" Lindsey didn't back down. If now was his time, then so be it.
"So maybe we should find you a girl, or a gent, and keep you on." Spike tilted his head up. "I'm not as close-minded or superstitious as the poof. Five or six or whatever will work just as fine. The more the merrier."
Lindsey looked relieved for a moment and then tried to hide it, not wanting to appear relieved in front of Spike. Spike didn't mention his notice, for reasons of his own.
"So now the stars are rearranging. They tell of a new one who has risen." Drusilla's eyes were alight with excitement.
"Oh shut up Dru. We don't need a recounting of this." Angelus said, rolling his eyes.
The next thing he knew, Angelus was staring into a pair of amber eyes as Spike had him held against a stone statue.
"She doesn't mean you, you idiot. She means a new slayer."
Spike let him go with a small shove and backed away, holding his arm out for Dru, who went to him in a practiced motion. Spike smiled, licking his tongue over the fangs in his mouth.
"Like I always say. I imagine another slayer is getting herself all chosen as we speak."
"So what do we do in the mean time?" Lindsey asked.
"We wait. She'll come to us."
*~*
The End