A Twist of Fate
By Heliona
Disclaimer: Right, everyone except Nareia belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, so no suing allowed. What I wouldn't give to have Spike, though, mmmmmm!!! :D Thanks to Carrie's "Take Your Time" I will never think of white chocolate in the same light again! ;)
Spoilers: Pretty much all of Season 4, and "Fool for Love" in Season 5. Also there are spoilers for the first half of Season 1 Angel.
Archiving: Jewel's FanFic Central, and Imagination, and anywhere else that asks nicely. symbol 74 \f "Wingdings" \s 12J
Feedback: Although I've been writing for about 8 years, this is my first Buffy fic, please be nice, but I want to know whether you like it or not, or what I'm doing wrong. Yes, I know this is a despised "Mary-Sue" fic, but, although Nareia starts off as me, sort of, believe me, she does not end up being like me at all! There are surprises in store for you. ;) Now, despite the fact that Spike is one of my main characters, I'm useless at writing him, so any tips would be great! symbol 74 \f "Wingdings" \s 12J
Contact: Always useful, if I want feedback! Email me at ionakalos@hotmail.com
Rating: I guess 18, just in case. I don't want to get into trouble.
Note: OK, every that happened in Season 4 has, or will happen, except that Tara isn't on the scene at all. Season 5 has not happened! And, I know that Dru is Spike's sire, so don't yell at me for that everything will become clear later on. Also, Spike did get captured by the Initiative, but escaped before they put the chip in, so he's still the big bad. As for "Angel," Doyle's gone, Wesley's there.
And now for the story!!
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PART ONE:
Buffy and Willow were out on their nightly patrol. Nothing was happening. Buffy hadn't seen it this quiet in a long time, and she was worried. Willow, was however, much more optimistic. "Sometimes, Buffy, I think you crave this whole danger thing too much."
"Willow, how many times have you known it to be this quiet, and there not be a Hellmouthy reason behind it?" Buffy pointed out, waving a stake about.
"She's right, ducks. Something's rotting in the state of Sunnyhell," the voice came from the bushes. It was unmistakeable.
"Spike, you know you don't have to hide from us," Willow said.
"You're right, just thought the Slayer would stake me if I sneaked up on you," the blond vampire emerged from behind the bush.
"You can bet your ass I would," Buffy retorted. "What do you want?"
"Something unwholesome, no doubt," another voice, dripping with contempt, came from behind the girls as they faced Spike. Buffy could see the look of shock on the vampire's face, and she spun round, stake at the ready.
What the Slayer saw was a small, pale girl, a few inches shorter than herself, with long brown hair falling to her waist, standing there confidently, meeting Spike's shocked gaze defiantly, "Didn't think you'd see me again, did you, luv?"
Buffy looked back at Spike, "What is going on here? How do you know her?"
Spike broke his gaze, and turned his blue eyes onto Buffy, "Bloody long story. Maybe we should go and talk somewhere. And bring this girl with us."
"Gladly. I'm interested to know what you're doing here, myself," the girl shot back in return, and proceeded to follow the two friends and the vampire back to the Bronze.
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The four of them sat uneasily around a table, hugging their coffees. Well, at least Buffy and Willow were hugging their coffees; the girl and Spike were just staring at each other.
Finally, Buffy cleared her throat, "So, what's your history?"
"She's a vampire with a soul," Spike spat out.
The girl shot the blond vampire an evil look, and turned to Buffy and Willow, "I'm afraid he's right. My name is Nareia. I was born a while ago in Scotland. My family were all secretly practising Druids, or pagans, if you want to call them that, and, when I was turned, they gave me a soul, so I wouldn't career round the world killing hundreds of people."
"What about the whole guilt thing?" Willow asked, curious.
Nareia shook her head. "I hadn't fed from anyone, except my sire, before I got my soul back, so I didn't have a guilty conscience."
"Wait a minute. Are you telling me that you've never fed from anyone?" Buffy asked.
"I never said that," Nareia replied, not meeting Spike's eyes. "I fed from dying people, people that were fatally injured due to battle. I didn't like it much, but I had to live, and technically I wasn't killing anyone."
"Yeah, you were a real Florence Nightingale," Spike muttered.
Buffy looked confused. "So how do you two know each other?"
Spike replied, "She charged around Europe and Britain, killing lots of vampires. She elected herself a Slayer, as a revenge of sorts, I guess. She heard of Angelus, and it wasn't too long before she was tempted to bump him off as well."
Buffy and Willow turned and looked at Nareia in astonishment. "That's about right," she admitted. "I could get myself accepted into a pack, since I'm a vampire. I did the same with Angelus. William…"
"It's Spike now, and don't you bloody forget it," he growled.
"Sorry, honey," Nareia replied, her voice dripping sarcasm. Spike's jaw hardened, and his muscle clenched. Nareia giggled, "I always loved it when you did that."
Spike's eyes flashed, and he got up, "I'm going for a smoke."
"See you later, love," Nareia called after him. "Anyway, William was Angelus' right hand vamp at this point. You have to admit, he is gorgeous," the two humans smiled and nodded, "and I sort of fell for him." At the friends' shocked faces, she added, "Well, I am a vampire as well, that is allowed. Just because I have a soul doesn't make me human again."
Buffy's face saddened at that comment, but she said nothing.
"Anyway, one night, Angelus and I had had an argument, and, to piss him off, I grabbed Wil-Spike, and fed from him," Nareia continued.
"You fed from another vampire?" Buffy asked, her eyes wide. "Isn't that a really.."
"Intimate act?" Nareia finished for her. "Yeah, it is. It generally only happens between a sire and childe, or between lovers. What made Angelus even madder, after all, Spike was his childe, was that Spike fed from me at the same time."
Willow shook her head in amazement, or shock, or something, Nareia wasn't sure. The redhead's face was unreadable. "I bet that did annoy him a bit."
Nareia grinned, "Yeah. He chucked me out of the pack not long after that, which was the best thing he could have done to me. But what Spike and I hadn't foreseen was that, while feeding from each other, we had, well, there aren't too many ways to say this without sounding really stupid.."
"We made a bond," a deep male voice came from behind her. Spike sat down opposite the female vampire again. "It is very rare between vampires, but it's known to have happened before. We could sense where each other was, and what each other was bloody feeling, and when we're close to each other, we experience an awareness of each other unlike anything else." While he was saying this, his blue-grey eyes were locked on Nareia's dark brown ones.
"Anyway," Nareia shook her head to break the gaze. "I still had a soul, and Spike had some very unsavoury thoughts running through his head at that time that I couldn't handle, so I left. Angelus didn't really need to give me much of a push. I haven't seen Spike since then, as I avoided him and Angelus from then on."
"So why are you here now?" Spike growled, leaning forward.
"Because there's something wrong with the Hellmouth. Something's straining to get out, and whatever it is, it isn't savoury. I'd heard about our dear Angelus regaining his soul, but I had no idea you were still hanging around with him," Nareia replied.
Spike's face darkened, "I'm not. We never reconciled our differences.."
"Where Dru was concerned," Nareia finished for him. "What happened to her?" Spike's face darkened even further, and Nareia said, "Never mind, I know." She reached out a small hand and put it over Spike's much larger one. The male vampire didn't try to move his hand away; in fact Buffy noticed it was shaking. "I'm sorry, Spike."
"So, can you read each others' thoughts?" Willow asked curiously.
Nareia shook her head, and took her hand away from Spike's, "Not really. It's more feelings, and when we're this close, sometimes it's images. There is always an extra presence in our minds, though. I've long since come to ignore it when we're far apart, which is how I didn't know Spike was here until I got here."
"I could never ignore you. Your bloody conscience always played in my mind, making me feel guilty. I hated it," Spike spat out.
"Spike, without my conscience, you would never have felt the way you did about Dru, so don't spout at me," Nareia shot back.
Spike growled back, and Buffy quickly interjected, "Anyway, back to the whole Hellmouth thing. Do you know what it is that wants to break out?"
"Sorry, luv, I don't. I only came here to warn you, and perhaps help you. And to reacquaint myself with Angelus now that he has a soul. I didn't expect to meet this enigmatic fellow again, but now I'm glad I did," Nareia smiled sexily at him, and Buffy and Willow exchanged a look as if to say that this girl, despite seeming human, was still a vampire underneath, willing to get emotionally involved with someone as dangerous as Spike.
"Right, well, you two seem to have a lot to catch up on, so I think we shall leave you to it, and we'll catch up with you tomorrow, when we can investigate this Hellmouth thing in greater detail," Willow said, pulling Buffy up with her as she stood.
"But..," Buffy protested, and then was silenced by a stern look from her friend.
"Yeah, see you at Giles's," Spike mumbled, fumbling for a cigarette.
"You shouldn't smoke, Spike, it isn't good for you," Nareia admonished him.
"Why, it isn't going to bloody kill me, after all," Spike retorted.
Nareia laughed quietly, and waved at the girls as they left the Bronze.
Willow shook her head. "They seem to get on really well."
"And she's got Spike off-guard, which is some miracle," Buffy added.
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"So," blue-grey eyes fixed on Nareia's brown ones, boring into them, "what are you doing here, really?"
Nareia stared back at the handsome vampire, "Partly for the reason that I told the Slayer, and because I knew Dru had left."
Spike looked questioningly at the female vampire. "I felt your pain, Spike. Despite our centuries apart, we are still as attached to each other as we always were, and I practically committed suicide when I felt your despair. I had to come to you."
"Yeah, well, she's gone now," Spike tried to shrug it off, but Nareia could see the pain in his eyes, hear the pain in his voice, and feel the pain in what she only describe as her heart, although she knew she didn't have one anymore.
"Yeah, she's gone," Nareia said softly, and then stood up. "Come on, love, let's go home. It's getting near morning."
Spike looked down at her. The female vampire was not tall at all, and, even sitting down, Spike towered over her. A need to protect her filled him, but he brushed it aside quickly. He knew she didn't need any kind of protection. "Right, pet. I'm a little hungry, so why don't we grab a bite to eat first?"
Nareia shook her head and rolled her eyes at the pun, but secretly she knew that she was glad to be in Spike's company again. She knew Spike had changed since she had last seen him, and knew that it had partly to do with her, although most of the changes were due to Drusilla. "I don't eat sushi, remember?"
Spike guided her out the Bronze with a hand on her arm, "Look, pet, we don't have time to hunt down rodents or take a trip to the mortuary. Can't you relax your bloody prejudices for one night?"
Nareia shook her head emphatically, and Spike sighed. He knew he couldn't change her mind. "Right, we'll just have to make do then, won't we?"
Nareia looked at him in suspicion, but Spike just led her down a dark alley with a smirk on his face. He cornered a young man who had obviously been in a fight, and was dazed. Nareia looked away as Spike fed, but she could almost feel the blood flowing into his mouth, and by the time the blond vampire had finished, Nareia was almost drooling.
When he had discarded his dinner, he led Nareia away to where he lived, in an old church, saying, "Nice and juicy that one, you should have tasted him." All that he got in return was a glare.
Chuckling, Spike led Nareia down the stairs, to the crypt. "I presume you have some idea how I'm not going to go hungry tonight, since you won't let me do my own hunting," Nareia growled at him.
Spike looked at her, taking in every inch of her body with his blue-grey eyes. *God, she was beautiful.* Spike had forgotten that in the long years since he had last seen her. It was the main reason that he had fed from her when she had latched her fangs into his neck. Something about her huge brown eyes melted something inside him that not even Dru could touch.
Nareia gazed back at Spike as she felt his eyes travel over her body. She, herself, allowed her eyes to make an exploration of their own. The years had been kind to Spike. His body was lean and muscular, and he somehow looked better with that blond hair. Her hunger brought itself to the surface as she feasted on the contours of Spike's body, and she licked her lips.
Spike was brought out of his inspection by that movement, and he moved toward her slowly, saying softly, "Are we getting hungry, my wee pet?"
Nareia looked up at as he reached her. "I think I can help you there. I've had more than enough tonight to share," he added, and bent down, opening his neck to her.
Nareia looked at him shock. "Are you sure? Do you want a repeat of last time?"
Spike shook his head softly, "No, I want to finish what we started."
Nareia nodded in understanding. Feeding from another vampire, as she had told Buffy and Willow, was generally an act between a sire and a childe, or lovers, and quite often a sire and childe were lovers. It was, for vampires, a very erotic act, and, all those years ago, Nareia and Spike had had a hard time restraining themselves from going any further than they had done in front of Angelus.
Taking one last look into Spike's blue-grey eyes, and hearing his soft words in her ear, "Go on, Nareia, just bloody do it," she morphed into vamp mode, and gently bit into Spike's neck.
The blood that flowed into her mouth was rich and young, and Nareia relished it, having not had such good blood in a long time. As she was finishing her drink, she felt Spike morph against her face, and he, too, bit gently into her neck. The emotions that that brought up in her were ones that she had kept locked away for a long time, and now she tried to restrain them, from habit.
"No, no, love, let it out," Spike whispered to her, licking the wound that he had made.
Shuddering, Nareia reciprocated, trailing her tongue across the bloody pinpricks she had made in his neck. Putting on her human face, Nareia moved her attentions from Spike's neck to his jaw, getting a groan from him for her efforts.
Nareia felt his strong arms around her, picking her up, and taking her somewhere, she didn't know where. At that moment, she was tracing every inch of his jaw, and, when she had finished, moved up to his cheeks.
Suddenly, Nareia felt the sensation of falling, and then she landed softly on a bed, with Spike's heavy weight on top of her. He broke off her tongue's progress by pushing himself off her. His face was back to normal as well.
"Oh bloody hell, Nareia. We should have done this a long time ago," he growled as he lent down to kiss her.
As soon as she felt his lips on hers, her arms went up round his neck involuntarily, and their tongues hungrily devoured each other's mouths. Spike's hands found their way to Nareia's blouse, and began unbuttoning it. Nareia felt him doing this, and helped him shrug her out of it. Then she began to pay attention to his shirt, which they had off in a short space of time.
When she felt their skin touch, she gasped, and Spike took the opportunity to kiss her again, while reaching down with his hand to undo her jeans. "Oh, no, you're not going to get away with doing that," Nareia giggled as she copied his move, feeling his erection as she undid his jeans.
Spike groaned as she pulled them down, and then wriggled out of her own. "Come here," he growled as he pulled her towards him.
"With pleasure," Nareia smiled sexily as she sat herself down on his lap.
The two vampires were gentle with each other, as much as they could be while trying to make up for all the repression that both had gone through during their separation. They felt each other in no way they had had with any other lover; it was as though they were inside each other, in more ways than one.
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Some time later, Nareia woke to find Spike's arm around her, keeping her up against his muscular body. Tracing the muscles on his chest with her hand, she shook her head in amazement. If she had known it would have been as intense as it had been, she would have tracked him down much sooner.
Spike woke up to find Nareia moving her hand across his chest sensuously, arousing in him feelings he never thought he would have again, after Dru. But these were more intense than they had ever been with his Princess, and he knew that he would never let Nareia leave him again. "Hi, my wee pet. Did you sleep well?"
Nareia looked up at him with those big brown eyes that he could drown in, and smiled sleepily, "I did, although I had a scary dream with a blond vampire in it. He was trying to do all sorts of ghastly things to me….wait a minute, that was you," she grinned wickedly.
Spike smiled back, and kissed her soundly on the forehead, "Watch it, pet, or I might just try out some of those ghastly things."
Nareia growled at him sexily, "That'd be nice."
Spike then devoured her mouth with his, and they started to explore their bodies all over again.
