Chapter 1- The Big Bad in The Big Apple
Rating- PG (May Change Later)
Author- Flyinmonkey88
Disclaimer- I don't own Spike, Buffy, Faith, Angel, or any other BTVS and Angel characters mentioned in my story, however I do own Chris and Devan, who will be important characters in my stories and if you see them used in other stories. don't bother to alert me cuz they are just fanfiction and people can copy my stuff if they want to. Lol
Summary- Spike, after being made corporeal, has decided to leave L.A. and go to New York City to discover his own destiny without the Slayer.
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"Here we go man, end of the road!" yelled Frank, a forty-five year old truck driver. He hated trafficking these vamps around like this, but he had a family to support, and the undead paid well. However, there was something even stranger about this guy. It wasn't that he was scarier than the others, but that he was nicer, which in itself creaped Frank out. He had grown so used to vampires intimidating him into chauffeuring them from city to city, due to their lack of being able to travel in the daylight, that when this one asked politely, even saying please, he almost didn't believe he was a vampire, until his hand started to burn due to a stray beam of light. This guy was almost safe-looking. He had a strange look to him, with his bleached blonde hair and blue eyes, while he wore a long black coat and completely black clothing. He stopped the truck at the gas- station and turned to yell back at the vampire again, but was surprised to see him already out of the truck and walking off in the direction of the city. "If only they were all that respectful, just a little less weird." Frank thought to himself as he filled up his tanks and prepared for the trip back to L.A.
"So I'm back in New York City, its been a while." Thought the blonde man as he walked towards the bright lights and loud sirens which Spike hoped would lead him to find his place in this world.
* "What I've felt, What I've known, Never shined through in what I've shown, Never be, Never see, Won't see what might have been." Metallica's song played loudly in the background of the bar, helping to drown out the thoughts of a lost Spike. As "The Unforgiven" played, Spike's mind went over the details of his life, mainly since he had met the beautiful blonde slayer named Buffy. Then, he shook himself to normal. "Bloody hell, if I'm not careful I'll turn out like Peaches, I have to remember that I'm not here to atone for my crimes or any bloody thing of the sort." He thought to himself. "I'm here to figure what I should do now with a bloody soul, and I am not going to start a detective agency like Peaches and his gang." As Spike contemplated his future, a scraggly looking man's fingers carefully reached into the jacket pocket of a well-dressed businessman next to him, searching for a wallet. As the pickpocket turned he quickly headed for the door and out into the alley. The man looked behind him as he turned a corner, thinking he had heard footsteps, and slammed straight into Spike. The man was speechless as Spike spoke, "Ello mate, I saw that trick you pulled with those fingers of yours back at the bar," the man started to hand Spike the wallet, but Spike stopped him. "Keep it mate, the guy looked like a bloody snob to me, and you look like you could use a few extra bucks. I just want the cigarettes you grabbed from his jacket." As he said this, he reached into the mans pocket and pulled out the cigarettes. "Thanks mate, its best I take these, you know with cancer and all." And while the man still stood staring, Spike headed off into the night. "If righting wrongs is this easy, then I don't why Angel is always bloody complaining."
* "Its not exactly in the best condition, but its at a cheap rate and. well we don't exactly ask a lot of questions if you understand my meaning." Spoke the overweight and obviously crooked landlord of the building in which Spike was looking for a room. "Sure mate, I'll take it, and I'll take you up on the no questions thing." The man handed Spike a key, shook his hand, and walked away toward the basement. Spike opened the door to his new home, only to feel the need to close it again. "Well maybe I can get an air-freshener, or on second thought a forest." Spike entered and closed the door. There were only two pieces of furniture in the room, an old sofa and a mattress on the floor, both of which seemed to have blood stains. "I guess this building isn't a home to the law-abiding citizens. Oh well, with any luck, I won't have to stay here very often." He fell backward onto the mattress and immediately began to sleep.
* As Spike walked through Central Park at around midnight, he wondered when his destiny would find him. "I can't bloody well just sit around waiting for some sort of prophet to show up and tell me what my future holds, I need to get out there do something. Otherwise, I am gonna lose my mind." He spoke to himself as he walked down the sidewalk, then he heard a series of gunshots.
A homeless man came running in his direction, and Spike stopped him and asked him what was going on. "Its them dang gangs again, theys back at their fightin!" Spike replied, "Well bloody hell! Shouldn't the cops be doin something?" "Them damn cops don't get involved in these gang wars and its us street folks who end up getting hurt." The old man ran, while Spike headed towards the sound of fire. What he came upon was about men shooting at each other on a playground. It reminded Spike of a battle. It seemed there were at least five men on the ground who weren't moving, while the others were using playground equipment for cover. Spike couldn't decide whether or not to get involved in the fight, then to his surprise he saw a teenager, a kid who looked to be about sixteen, headed straight into the center of the fight. To Spike's utter amazement, he saw bullets directly hit the kid, yet he kept moving like he couldn't even feel it. The kid walked to one of the dying men. By now, the gangs had stopped their shooting and were watching as the kid bent over and spoke softly to the man. Then the kid stood back up and headed to a wounded man from the opposite gang. He repeated the process with this man, and then he stood back up and proceeded to leave the playground. Then, to the amazement of everyone present, the two men got to their feet and returned to their respective gangs. Spike watched in awe as the gangs spoke and simply began to leave the park, leaving Spike not believing his eyes. Spike had just watched two gangs that were intent on killing each other, then he watched two men completely healed, and then the fighting just stopped. Spike popped back to reality and immediately looked for the teenager. He went towards the last place he saw the kid.
"So you are Spike?" came a voice from behind him. Spike turned expecting to see the boy, but was instead faced by a devilish looking man in a suit. He wore a black suit with polished shoes and a black tie. He had short black hair neatly fixed. And although it was near one o'clock in the morning, the man was wearing sunglasses. "Spike? I am hear with a message from. well lets just call him a powerful man. He thought that you should see this, I believe you requested it." The man handed Spike a scroll, then he turned and walked off into the night.
* "Its written in ancient Arabic, so it will take a few days to translate, unless you happen to know anybody who speaks it fluently." Said the witch who Spike had tracked down to translate the scroll. "How bout I leave a copy of the scroll here with you and I try to find someone who might can help me sooner?" Spike suggested. "Fine, but I doubt you will, this form of the language is almost nonexistent anymore." With that Spike left the shop and began heading home. He was less worried about the scroll and more interested in finding the kid from the park. He had searched for days without any leads, and the gang members didn't seem to be able to remember the night clearly, their minds were in a complete haze in that area. Spike had been in town for two weeks and had made very little progress.
When Spike entered his apartment he immediately sensed something different, at first it was just the smell, then he realized there was an aura of power in the room. "William, welcome home. I was beginning to think you didn't live here." Spoke a voice from the darkness. "Who the bloody hell are you, and what are you doing in my home?" "You might see me better if the lights were on." Spoke the voice in a slightly arrogant voice. Spike turned on the lights and almost fell down when he saw the kid from the park sitting on his mattress with his legs folded. In the light, Spike could make out his features better. He looked to be about 5'11", had silver eyes, and rather shaggy brown hair with a few streaks of gray, which made him look old although his body was obviously young, as he looked very lean and muscular, much like a professional athletes. He was dressed in a brown shirt that looked like it was made of a burlap sack, but his pants seemed like they were made of expensive materials. Spike was thinking how strange this guy must look, but then he noticed a brown robe lying on the mattress. "As I understand, you are looking for me?" Spoke the young man. "I bloody well am, you stopped a gang war, healed two dying men, and then just walked away!" Spike was angered by the way this kid spoke so calmly. "I don't see why you are so angered William, I stopped violence and saved lives." Spoke the young man. "My name is Spike, and you can't just do something like that and pretend its nothing. Who are you? What are you? Do you know that guy who came up to me while I was searching for you in the park?" The kid looked upset by this last piece of information, "Someone came up to you? Let me guess, all black, very dark looking, and he gave you a scroll." Spike was surprised by this, "So you do know him? And what does the scroll mean?" The young man lifted his fingers to his lips and spoke, "Shh! Sit down and listen and I'll answer all of your questions. First of all, my name is. not important, you can call me Chris. I am. something that would take too long for you to understand, so lets just say I'm a very, very old guy. I do know the man who came to you in the park, his name is Devan, and he is the least of your worries for right now. The scroll is authentic, it was written a long time ago about a vampire warrior whose destiny could lead to. an important change in the world. Is that it?" Spike was rather speechless after hearing this, "So you are not human, I figured that. But, why should I trust you?" "You shouldn't, its not a good idea to rely on people. Just know that I do not plan on hurting you. And as for the scroll, I believe its already been translated. You should probably go check on it. Don't worry about me, I'll let myself out." Spike felt a little skeptical, but felt the need to know what the scroll said. So, he left.
* "Basically it says that your actions shall result in the death of three champions. Two slayers and a souled vampire." Spoke the witch, who had all of a sudden just been able to speak a dead language, to his own amazement. Spike fell into a seat. He couldn't believe that he would cause the death of these three champions. He knew exactly who they were. Buffy, Faith, and Angel. Spike just stood up and walked out. He didn't know what he should do, but after walking for about an hour, he found himself at a car accident. A man was lying unconscious in a flaming car, and Spike just stared. The m,an lye screaming for help, but Spike couldn't bring himself to help the man. Maybe if he just walked away from life and just lived in a secluded area, then maybe he wouldn't cause his friend's and Angel's death. Then, he realized that he couldn't just walk away and ran to the rescue, dragging the man to safety.
* Spike entered his apartment, a little disappointed that Chris was gone. Then he noticed a note on his mattress. He picked it up and it read, "By now you have discovered the prophecy, and I will affirm that it is real, I was present when it was written. The Powers That Be, the beings who shape the future, have foreseen that if you continue trying to claim your destiny, that champions of good will die. However, nothing is certain, nor is the future absolutely predetermined. This isn't L.A., and you are not Angel. You do not have to follow the orders of the Powers, nor do you have to obey ancient prophecies. This is New York City, you are just as likely to be killed by your fellow man as you are by a demon. Damn the powers that be, because in this town, we make our own destinies!"
Rating- PG (May Change Later)
Author- Flyinmonkey88
Disclaimer- I don't own Spike, Buffy, Faith, Angel, or any other BTVS and Angel characters mentioned in my story, however I do own Chris and Devan, who will be important characters in my stories and if you see them used in other stories. don't bother to alert me cuz they are just fanfiction and people can copy my stuff if they want to. Lol
Summary- Spike, after being made corporeal, has decided to leave L.A. and go to New York City to discover his own destiny without the Slayer.
************************************************************************
"Here we go man, end of the road!" yelled Frank, a forty-five year old truck driver. He hated trafficking these vamps around like this, but he had a family to support, and the undead paid well. However, there was something even stranger about this guy. It wasn't that he was scarier than the others, but that he was nicer, which in itself creaped Frank out. He had grown so used to vampires intimidating him into chauffeuring them from city to city, due to their lack of being able to travel in the daylight, that when this one asked politely, even saying please, he almost didn't believe he was a vampire, until his hand started to burn due to a stray beam of light. This guy was almost safe-looking. He had a strange look to him, with his bleached blonde hair and blue eyes, while he wore a long black coat and completely black clothing. He stopped the truck at the gas- station and turned to yell back at the vampire again, but was surprised to see him already out of the truck and walking off in the direction of the city. "If only they were all that respectful, just a little less weird." Frank thought to himself as he filled up his tanks and prepared for the trip back to L.A.
"So I'm back in New York City, its been a while." Thought the blonde man as he walked towards the bright lights and loud sirens which Spike hoped would lead him to find his place in this world.
* "What I've felt, What I've known, Never shined through in what I've shown, Never be, Never see, Won't see what might have been." Metallica's song played loudly in the background of the bar, helping to drown out the thoughts of a lost Spike. As "The Unforgiven" played, Spike's mind went over the details of his life, mainly since he had met the beautiful blonde slayer named Buffy. Then, he shook himself to normal. "Bloody hell, if I'm not careful I'll turn out like Peaches, I have to remember that I'm not here to atone for my crimes or any bloody thing of the sort." He thought to himself. "I'm here to figure what I should do now with a bloody soul, and I am not going to start a detective agency like Peaches and his gang." As Spike contemplated his future, a scraggly looking man's fingers carefully reached into the jacket pocket of a well-dressed businessman next to him, searching for a wallet. As the pickpocket turned he quickly headed for the door and out into the alley. The man looked behind him as he turned a corner, thinking he had heard footsteps, and slammed straight into Spike. The man was speechless as Spike spoke, "Ello mate, I saw that trick you pulled with those fingers of yours back at the bar," the man started to hand Spike the wallet, but Spike stopped him. "Keep it mate, the guy looked like a bloody snob to me, and you look like you could use a few extra bucks. I just want the cigarettes you grabbed from his jacket." As he said this, he reached into the mans pocket and pulled out the cigarettes. "Thanks mate, its best I take these, you know with cancer and all." And while the man still stood staring, Spike headed off into the night. "If righting wrongs is this easy, then I don't why Angel is always bloody complaining."
* "Its not exactly in the best condition, but its at a cheap rate and. well we don't exactly ask a lot of questions if you understand my meaning." Spoke the overweight and obviously crooked landlord of the building in which Spike was looking for a room. "Sure mate, I'll take it, and I'll take you up on the no questions thing." The man handed Spike a key, shook his hand, and walked away toward the basement. Spike opened the door to his new home, only to feel the need to close it again. "Well maybe I can get an air-freshener, or on second thought a forest." Spike entered and closed the door. There were only two pieces of furniture in the room, an old sofa and a mattress on the floor, both of which seemed to have blood stains. "I guess this building isn't a home to the law-abiding citizens. Oh well, with any luck, I won't have to stay here very often." He fell backward onto the mattress and immediately began to sleep.
* As Spike walked through Central Park at around midnight, he wondered when his destiny would find him. "I can't bloody well just sit around waiting for some sort of prophet to show up and tell me what my future holds, I need to get out there do something. Otherwise, I am gonna lose my mind." He spoke to himself as he walked down the sidewalk, then he heard a series of gunshots.
A homeless man came running in his direction, and Spike stopped him and asked him what was going on. "Its them dang gangs again, theys back at their fightin!" Spike replied, "Well bloody hell! Shouldn't the cops be doin something?" "Them damn cops don't get involved in these gang wars and its us street folks who end up getting hurt." The old man ran, while Spike headed towards the sound of fire. What he came upon was about men shooting at each other on a playground. It reminded Spike of a battle. It seemed there were at least five men on the ground who weren't moving, while the others were using playground equipment for cover. Spike couldn't decide whether or not to get involved in the fight, then to his surprise he saw a teenager, a kid who looked to be about sixteen, headed straight into the center of the fight. To Spike's utter amazement, he saw bullets directly hit the kid, yet he kept moving like he couldn't even feel it. The kid walked to one of the dying men. By now, the gangs had stopped their shooting and were watching as the kid bent over and spoke softly to the man. Then the kid stood back up and headed to a wounded man from the opposite gang. He repeated the process with this man, and then he stood back up and proceeded to leave the playground. Then, to the amazement of everyone present, the two men got to their feet and returned to their respective gangs. Spike watched in awe as the gangs spoke and simply began to leave the park, leaving Spike not believing his eyes. Spike had just watched two gangs that were intent on killing each other, then he watched two men completely healed, and then the fighting just stopped. Spike popped back to reality and immediately looked for the teenager. He went towards the last place he saw the kid.
"So you are Spike?" came a voice from behind him. Spike turned expecting to see the boy, but was instead faced by a devilish looking man in a suit. He wore a black suit with polished shoes and a black tie. He had short black hair neatly fixed. And although it was near one o'clock in the morning, the man was wearing sunglasses. "Spike? I am hear with a message from. well lets just call him a powerful man. He thought that you should see this, I believe you requested it." The man handed Spike a scroll, then he turned and walked off into the night.
* "Its written in ancient Arabic, so it will take a few days to translate, unless you happen to know anybody who speaks it fluently." Said the witch who Spike had tracked down to translate the scroll. "How bout I leave a copy of the scroll here with you and I try to find someone who might can help me sooner?" Spike suggested. "Fine, but I doubt you will, this form of the language is almost nonexistent anymore." With that Spike left the shop and began heading home. He was less worried about the scroll and more interested in finding the kid from the park. He had searched for days without any leads, and the gang members didn't seem to be able to remember the night clearly, their minds were in a complete haze in that area. Spike had been in town for two weeks and had made very little progress.
When Spike entered his apartment he immediately sensed something different, at first it was just the smell, then he realized there was an aura of power in the room. "William, welcome home. I was beginning to think you didn't live here." Spoke a voice from the darkness. "Who the bloody hell are you, and what are you doing in my home?" "You might see me better if the lights were on." Spoke the voice in a slightly arrogant voice. Spike turned on the lights and almost fell down when he saw the kid from the park sitting on his mattress with his legs folded. In the light, Spike could make out his features better. He looked to be about 5'11", had silver eyes, and rather shaggy brown hair with a few streaks of gray, which made him look old although his body was obviously young, as he looked very lean and muscular, much like a professional athletes. He was dressed in a brown shirt that looked like it was made of a burlap sack, but his pants seemed like they were made of expensive materials. Spike was thinking how strange this guy must look, but then he noticed a brown robe lying on the mattress. "As I understand, you are looking for me?" Spoke the young man. "I bloody well am, you stopped a gang war, healed two dying men, and then just walked away!" Spike was angered by the way this kid spoke so calmly. "I don't see why you are so angered William, I stopped violence and saved lives." Spoke the young man. "My name is Spike, and you can't just do something like that and pretend its nothing. Who are you? What are you? Do you know that guy who came up to me while I was searching for you in the park?" The kid looked upset by this last piece of information, "Someone came up to you? Let me guess, all black, very dark looking, and he gave you a scroll." Spike was surprised by this, "So you do know him? And what does the scroll mean?" The young man lifted his fingers to his lips and spoke, "Shh! Sit down and listen and I'll answer all of your questions. First of all, my name is. not important, you can call me Chris. I am. something that would take too long for you to understand, so lets just say I'm a very, very old guy. I do know the man who came to you in the park, his name is Devan, and he is the least of your worries for right now. The scroll is authentic, it was written a long time ago about a vampire warrior whose destiny could lead to. an important change in the world. Is that it?" Spike was rather speechless after hearing this, "So you are not human, I figured that. But, why should I trust you?" "You shouldn't, its not a good idea to rely on people. Just know that I do not plan on hurting you. And as for the scroll, I believe its already been translated. You should probably go check on it. Don't worry about me, I'll let myself out." Spike felt a little skeptical, but felt the need to know what the scroll said. So, he left.
* "Basically it says that your actions shall result in the death of three champions. Two slayers and a souled vampire." Spoke the witch, who had all of a sudden just been able to speak a dead language, to his own amazement. Spike fell into a seat. He couldn't believe that he would cause the death of these three champions. He knew exactly who they were. Buffy, Faith, and Angel. Spike just stood up and walked out. He didn't know what he should do, but after walking for about an hour, he found himself at a car accident. A man was lying unconscious in a flaming car, and Spike just stared. The m,an lye screaming for help, but Spike couldn't bring himself to help the man. Maybe if he just walked away from life and just lived in a secluded area, then maybe he wouldn't cause his friend's and Angel's death. Then, he realized that he couldn't just walk away and ran to the rescue, dragging the man to safety.
* Spike entered his apartment, a little disappointed that Chris was gone. Then he noticed a note on his mattress. He picked it up and it read, "By now you have discovered the prophecy, and I will affirm that it is real, I was present when it was written. The Powers That Be, the beings who shape the future, have foreseen that if you continue trying to claim your destiny, that champions of good will die. However, nothing is certain, nor is the future absolutely predetermined. This isn't L.A., and you are not Angel. You do not have to follow the orders of the Powers, nor do you have to obey ancient prophecies. This is New York City, you are just as likely to be killed by your fellow man as you are by a demon. Damn the powers that be, because in this town, we make our own destinies!"