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Summary:
Season 4: Spike wants to kill Buffy for good but things do not go as planned. In this story, Spike is not chipped, he has just returned to Sunnydale and Buffy has not met Parker. There is no initiative.
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Sunnydale, November 2000
The scent of the dancing humans heightened his bloodlust and deep seething hate. But it did not only remind him of his eternal thirst for blood but also of his reason for being in Sunnydale.
Revenge.
For a split second, shimmering amber eyes flashed dangerously with an evil supernatural radiance. Pure terror would have seized any of the oblivious people had they looked into his eyes sensing the demonic presence. But the loud music and flashing lights that assaulted his sharp senses concealed the malicious eyes and its demonic visage.
He was studying them from the gallery overlooking the dancefloor, thinking who would be his victim tonight. Envisaging pursuing one these humans caused adrenaline to course through his veins. He was on the prowl. An evil grin flashed across his face thinking of the coppery taste of warm blood flowing down his throat, stilling his insatiable hunger for blood. He enjoyed the hunt. It made his existence more interesting and most of all bearable. Being immortal could get very dull. He would usually play with them in the same way a cat played with a mouse just before it killed it. Giving them the feeling that they might survive only to take their life when they were least expecting it. The fear in the eyes of his prey amused him. But most importantly, their fear made their blood taste much better. After feeding on a human he had hunted he felt drunk and almost giddy for a few seconds. It was like a drug for him. He could not imagine living without the hunt. All things considered his kind were predators and he could not change who he was.
Suddenly he spotted among the crowd of people a familiar face. Forgotten was his desire to hunt and feed. Sheer loathing replaced all former thoughts and feelings. He watched the slim, small girl dancing. Her blond hair was shining brightly whenever a light beam shone on her. He could hardly believe that this little girl was his mortal enemy. She looked so slim and fragile. Moreover, she was the only mortal that could actually take him on and was keen to do so. She was alone on the dancefloor. Her friends, the redhead and the boy were at the bar talking to a blond girl and another bloke. He smirked. That bitch would pay for what she had done to him. Not only had she ruined all his plans and put him in a wheelchair but because of her Drusilla, the love of his life, had left him. Everything had been fine before the bitch had shagged the soul out of Angel, his grandsire. Without his soul, Angel had reverted back to his former evil self Angelus and had stolen Drusilla from him. Although Angel's soul had been restored just before he got sucked into a hell dimension, Drusilla had never wanted him back and had run away with a Chaos demon. He glared down at the blond girl. He had not expected to run into her tonight. He had done his homework and knew she went to Sunnydale University. It was a Wednesday and she had to go to classes tomorrow morning. But he should have known. Students. They never went to lectures anyway. Tough for her that she had gone out dancing. She would pay. Tonight. He was going to drain her. That should get him even more respect in the demon world. She would be his third slayer. He did not know whether any vampire had ever killed three slayers before.
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Buffy had her eyes closed and danced to the music. It felt great to be out dancing. University was just way too boring. All of a sudden somebody's hands encircled her waist and pulled her closer. Aghast she immediately opened her eyes and found herself face to face with Spike. A feeling of aversion washed over her and instantly she attempted to pull away from him. But Spike's grip was like iron and she could not wrestle out of it.
Spike sneered at her, leaned forward and whispered into her ear: "I would not do that if I were you. See those two blonde girls standing next to your friends? Make one wrong move and they will break your mates' necks. Be nice and play along. Smile, pet."
In truth Spike had never seen the girls before but Buffy did not know that and his little lie would work for the moment.
"How dare you threaten my friends! If anything happens to them I will hunt you down and make sure that you will die slowly and painfully. And I'm not your pet, Spike. Where do you get these words from? I met English people before but they don't all talk like that. Oh, I get it. I know what your big evil plan is. You are trying to annoy me to death.", Buffy stated sarcastically.
"Why are you here? I thought I told you to leave and never come back. By the way, where is Drusilla? Did you get that skanky whore back?", she asked.
Spike glared hatefully at her: "That's none of your business, slayer. You little bitch, you have foiled all my plans, ruined my life and now I will finally kill you. You are the reason Drusilla left me!"
"I have messed up you life?! You are dead and that means you don't have a life. Anyway, you were the one who came to Sunnydale to kill me. You tried to mess up my life! As for Drusilla, why am I the reason she left you? Maybe the crazy whore left you cause you weren't vampire enough to kill your third slayer? Poor Spikey!", Buffy exclaimed.
Spike was left speechless. Buffy's taunts had hit a sore point. He did not understand why Drusilla had left him himself. She had said something about the slayer being all over him. Her exact words had escaped him. It was probably something he could not understand anyway. After all, she was crazy. However, every time he contemplated the significance of her words he felt depressed. Somewhere deep inside he knew the meaning but he just could not put his finger on it.
Buffy scrutinised his face. Momentarily he looked actually sad. Wiped of was his smirk; his features were relaxed. For the first time ever she thought that he was actually quite handsome. His features were defined and looked a bit aristocratic. Usually, his face had always been contorted into his demon mask and she had not seen his human face very often. Whenever she had seen it he had stared at her with hatred and disgust or had just sneered at her. Furthermore, as the club was very crowded and Spike's body was tightly pressed against hers she became aware of how strong and muscular his upper body and arms were. Of course she had noticed before how well-built his body was but she had only noted that because she had been fighting him. His silence baffled her and she simply continued dancing with him. The feeling of his strong arms holding her made her rest her head spontaneously on his shoulder. She nearly lost herself in his embrace.
All of a sudden Willow was standing behind Spike looking directly into her eyes. The incredulous and stunned look on Willow's face seeing her dancing with Spike snapped her out of her daze. She pushed Spike off her and mouthed: "Outside. Now."
Spike stared at her with a confused expression, but when he noticed Willow standing next to her a grin spread across his face. Slowly he pulled out a cigarette, put it into his mouth and lit it. He took a deep drag and blew the smoke directly into Buffy's face causing her to have a coughing fit: "When I have finished my fag."
TBC
Please review. I am open to criticism as long as it is constructive. Thanks.
Summary:
Season 4: Spike wants to kill Buffy for good but things do not go as planned. In this story, Spike is not chipped, he has just returned to Sunnydale and Buffy has not met Parker. There is no initiative.
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Sunnydale, November 2000
The scent of the dancing humans heightened his bloodlust and deep seething hate. But it did not only remind him of his eternal thirst for blood but also of his reason for being in Sunnydale.
Revenge.
For a split second, shimmering amber eyes flashed dangerously with an evil supernatural radiance. Pure terror would have seized any of the oblivious people had they looked into his eyes sensing the demonic presence. But the loud music and flashing lights that assaulted his sharp senses concealed the malicious eyes and its demonic visage.
He was studying them from the gallery overlooking the dancefloor, thinking who would be his victim tonight. Envisaging pursuing one these humans caused adrenaline to course through his veins. He was on the prowl. An evil grin flashed across his face thinking of the coppery taste of warm blood flowing down his throat, stilling his insatiable hunger for blood. He enjoyed the hunt. It made his existence more interesting and most of all bearable. Being immortal could get very dull. He would usually play with them in the same way a cat played with a mouse just before it killed it. Giving them the feeling that they might survive only to take their life when they were least expecting it. The fear in the eyes of his prey amused him. But most importantly, their fear made their blood taste much better. After feeding on a human he had hunted he felt drunk and almost giddy for a few seconds. It was like a drug for him. He could not imagine living without the hunt. All things considered his kind were predators and he could not change who he was.
Suddenly he spotted among the crowd of people a familiar face. Forgotten was his desire to hunt and feed. Sheer loathing replaced all former thoughts and feelings. He watched the slim, small girl dancing. Her blond hair was shining brightly whenever a light beam shone on her. He could hardly believe that this little girl was his mortal enemy. She looked so slim and fragile. Moreover, she was the only mortal that could actually take him on and was keen to do so. She was alone on the dancefloor. Her friends, the redhead and the boy were at the bar talking to a blond girl and another bloke. He smirked. That bitch would pay for what she had done to him. Not only had she ruined all his plans and put him in a wheelchair but because of her Drusilla, the love of his life, had left him. Everything had been fine before the bitch had shagged the soul out of Angel, his grandsire. Without his soul, Angel had reverted back to his former evil self Angelus and had stolen Drusilla from him. Although Angel's soul had been restored just before he got sucked into a hell dimension, Drusilla had never wanted him back and had run away with a Chaos demon. He glared down at the blond girl. He had not expected to run into her tonight. He had done his homework and knew she went to Sunnydale University. It was a Wednesday and she had to go to classes tomorrow morning. But he should have known. Students. They never went to lectures anyway. Tough for her that she had gone out dancing. She would pay. Tonight. He was going to drain her. That should get him even more respect in the demon world. She would be his third slayer. He did not know whether any vampire had ever killed three slayers before.
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Buffy had her eyes closed and danced to the music. It felt great to be out dancing. University was just way too boring. All of a sudden somebody's hands encircled her waist and pulled her closer. Aghast she immediately opened her eyes and found herself face to face with Spike. A feeling of aversion washed over her and instantly she attempted to pull away from him. But Spike's grip was like iron and she could not wrestle out of it.
Spike sneered at her, leaned forward and whispered into her ear: "I would not do that if I were you. See those two blonde girls standing next to your friends? Make one wrong move and they will break your mates' necks. Be nice and play along. Smile, pet."
In truth Spike had never seen the girls before but Buffy did not know that and his little lie would work for the moment.
"How dare you threaten my friends! If anything happens to them I will hunt you down and make sure that you will die slowly and painfully. And I'm not your pet, Spike. Where do you get these words from? I met English people before but they don't all talk like that. Oh, I get it. I know what your big evil plan is. You are trying to annoy me to death.", Buffy stated sarcastically.
"Why are you here? I thought I told you to leave and never come back. By the way, where is Drusilla? Did you get that skanky whore back?", she asked.
Spike glared hatefully at her: "That's none of your business, slayer. You little bitch, you have foiled all my plans, ruined my life and now I will finally kill you. You are the reason Drusilla left me!"
"I have messed up you life?! You are dead and that means you don't have a life. Anyway, you were the one who came to Sunnydale to kill me. You tried to mess up my life! As for Drusilla, why am I the reason she left you? Maybe the crazy whore left you cause you weren't vampire enough to kill your third slayer? Poor Spikey!", Buffy exclaimed.
Spike was left speechless. Buffy's taunts had hit a sore point. He did not understand why Drusilla had left him himself. She had said something about the slayer being all over him. Her exact words had escaped him. It was probably something he could not understand anyway. After all, she was crazy. However, every time he contemplated the significance of her words he felt depressed. Somewhere deep inside he knew the meaning but he just could not put his finger on it.
Buffy scrutinised his face. Momentarily he looked actually sad. Wiped of was his smirk; his features were relaxed. For the first time ever she thought that he was actually quite handsome. His features were defined and looked a bit aristocratic. Usually, his face had always been contorted into his demon mask and she had not seen his human face very often. Whenever she had seen it he had stared at her with hatred and disgust or had just sneered at her. Furthermore, as the club was very crowded and Spike's body was tightly pressed against hers she became aware of how strong and muscular his upper body and arms were. Of course she had noticed before how well-built his body was but she had only noted that because she had been fighting him. His silence baffled her and she simply continued dancing with him. The feeling of his strong arms holding her made her rest her head spontaneously on his shoulder. She nearly lost herself in his embrace.
All of a sudden Willow was standing behind Spike looking directly into her eyes. The incredulous and stunned look on Willow's face seeing her dancing with Spike snapped her out of her daze. She pushed Spike off her and mouthed: "Outside. Now."
Spike stared at her with a confused expression, but when he noticed Willow standing next to her a grin spread across his face. Slowly he pulled out a cigarette, put it into his mouth and lit it. He took a deep drag and blew the smoke directly into Buffy's face causing her to have a coughing fit: "When I have finished my fag."
TBC
Please review. I am open to criticism as long as it is constructive. Thanks.