Title: It Runs In The Family
Summary: Set after Season Seven of Buffy, and around the beginning/middle of Season Five of Angel. Angel and Darla had a baby, so would it really be unbelievable if Spike did too? Spike left L.A when he had the chance, but didn't go in search of Buffy just yet. He goes up to Nova Scotia, and decides to stay for a while. But what he doesn't know, is that his past will follow him wherever he goes.
Disclaimer: All the character's from BtVS and AtS belong to Joss =( Not me. But I do own Sierra, and any other people that you aren't familiar with. At least I own something =)
.:a/n:. Yeah, so I like posting more stories without finishing the others. Bad habit that I should get rid off, but I can't help it!
Spike drove down the highway; his music at a deafening high, but his mind wasn't on that. Whatever it was that was keeping him in L.A was gone, and he could go and find Buffy. That was what he had planned all along, what he was waiting for.
"She loves me," he told himself, the memory of the last night he saw her coming into his head. "Doesn't she?"
He pulled into the parking lot of a motel; he'd been driving for days and needed to take a break. It was past sunset, just gone ten o clock, so he didn't have to worry about scaring the owner. As he walked up to the main entrance, he saw through the glass a red haired girl sitting behind a desk. For a minute, he thought that maybe it was Willow, but once he was closer, she looked nothing like the red head from Sunnydale.
"Hi," she said, popping her head up when Spike came in. "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, do you 'ave a room?" he asked, leaning over the counter slightly.
"We have one room left, you're lucky," she said. "That is if you want it."
"I'll take it."
"If you say so," she said, turning around and grabbing a key. "Your name?"
"Spike."
"Spike? Was your mother some kind of rocker chick?" she asked, handing him the key. "I can see you like Billy Idol."
"Ey, he stole this look from me."
"Mhm," she said, standing. "Cause you look so much older than him."
"I am!" he yelled defensively, following her out the door.
"Then you must be drinking from the fountain of youth," she said, stopping at the last door. "This is it."
"Thanks luv."
"No problem. My name's Gabriel, if you need anything Spike, you know where to find me," she said before disappearing.
Spike sighed before turning to his room. He opened the door and walked inside. It was small, only one room, besides the bathroom. With one bed, and one dresser with a mirror. Looking around, he realized getting a room was pointless, he had nothing with him, he could've just slept in his car.
He walked back outside, closed the door and shoved the keys in the pocket of his duster before heading back up to where the red head was. She smiled when she saw him walking in.
"Back so soon?"
"Yeah. Do you know any good places to get a drink?" he asked, standing in the doorway.
"There are a few bars around here. One just down the road, it isn't much but its got beer."
"Thanks pet," he said, before leaving.
Sierra walked out of the bar. She was a small girl, with bleached hair and bright blue eyes. She was dressed in a black tank top, and black Capri pants.
She kicked at the ground, letting out a loud sigh.
"Stupid bartender," she muttered. "Who cares if I'm not totally the age limit yet? I'm almost there, that should get me something."
She was staring down at the ground, watching it pass beneath her when she collided with someone.
Without even looking up, she yelled out, "God! Watch it!"
"Oh yeah," a British accent said. "Like it was all my bloody fault. Takes two to crash."
"But it only takes one to cause it," she said, looking up.
The man who stood before her was tall, taller than her at least, with platinum blonde hair and blue eyes, the same colour as hers, dressed in black from head to toe. It was like she was looking at an older, man version of herself, like a father.
"Aren't you a little bit young to be drinking luv?" he asked.
"Aren't you a little too old to be . . . To be . . . Dying your hair! Trying to cover up the gray?"
"I don't 'ave any gray pet," he said, walking past her. "Maybe you should get home, 's a full moon."
"Maybe you should worry about yourself," she mumbled under her breath as she walked off into the darkness.
A spine-chilling scream filled the air of the small town.
Sierra stopped dead in her tracks and listened for it again. Sure enough, whomever it was coming from wasn't going to be quiet. Turning around, she took off running in the direction the noise was coming from.
"Someone please!"
Sierra stopped and looked down into a dark alley before disappearing into the darkness.
"Hello?" she asked. "Oh c'mon, I don't have night vision."
"I do," a deep voice came from behind her. "I can see perfectly. I can see your fear."
"Oh you can, can you? I'm not the one hiding," she said. "Why don't you come out into the light and make it a fair fight?"
"I don't play fair," he said, reaching out to grab her around the neck.
Sierra caught his arm, flipping him over onto his back.
"Fine then," she said. "If you're gonna be like that."
She grabbed him by the arms and with incredible strength threw him out into the street, the light from the street lights giving her a better view.
"There we go," she said, walking over to him. He recovered, his face disfigured, his true features.
"How'd you do that?" he asked, shocked.
"Funny thing, I'm not too sure," she said, punching him. "But, that doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing." She pulled a stake out of her jacket pocket, holding it tight in her grip. "I know that the pointy end, goes through your non-beating heart."
He laughed. "You don't scare me."
"That wasn't my plan," she said, walking over to him. He threw a punch at her, but she ducked. "See, I've fought many vampires, with way more power than you. You don't even give me goose bumps."
He came at her again, this time running, but she simply moved to the side, causing him to run and fall on his stomach. She ran over to him and rested her knee in his back. She brought her stake up and shoved it through his flesh, piercing his heart. He turned into dust beneath her, and she got up, shaking herself off.
She walked back into the alley, looking for the girl who had been attacked. With the aid of passing car's headlights, she caught a glimpse of a body in the back of the alley and quickly ran over to her. Bringing her two fingers up to the girls' neck, she felt for a pulse, but found none.
"Damnit," she cursed as she stood up, and walked out of the alley. She tucked her stake back into its pocket and turned the corner. Surprised when she saw the man from earlier standing there, blocking her path, she stood with her hand on her hip. "Yeah?"
"Who are you?" he asked.
"What's it to you?" Sierra asked, trying to pass him, but he moved over. "God, what are you, a cop?"
"I saw what you did," he said, motioning to the pile of dust. "You handled that vamp like he was nothing luv."
"He wasn- . . . Wait, how do you know about- . . ." She stopped when she saw him change in front of her. Instinct kicked in and she immediately reached for her stake, but he grabbed her hand, tightly, causing her to let out a small scream. "Ow."
"Don't even try," he said. "I 'ave more experience than you may think."
She rolled her eyes. "Get it over with."
"Get what- . . . Oh," he said, dropping her arm and looking down at the ground, and then back up at her. "I 'ave a soul pet. I don't kill humans."
"Well, this is unusual," she said.
"Look, I know that you still want me dead," he said. "But I'm good. I saved the world."
"And I should believe you cause. . .?"
"You don't 'ave to," he said. "But I want to help you."
"Help me? The last thing I need is help from a vampire, thanks," she said, once again trying to get away.
"You need me pet. You may not think you do, but you do."
She looked up at him. "You saved the world?"