Title: The First Seconded

Author: Falcon-Rider falcon_rider@hotmail.com

Website: www.geocities.com/starsightvoices

Rating: PG-13 for Agnst and ect. (Spike will have guilt and feels remorse, more on that will be touched on in later chaps)

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Disclaimer: I own nothing 'cept the plot and Nich. Oh! And the demon guy this chap!

Authors note: No, I wouldn't leave it going from 1 day to the next, I just will do that every once in a while to give a better idea of what's happening and how everything is changing. Then there are times where the time will skip ahead a month or a few days… hence this part. :)

Now the story!

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Part Three

William the Vampire Slayer

98 days

Spike glanced at the hut one last time before turning back to the road and stepping one foot in front of the other on his new path in life. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a light blue T-shirt along with tennis shoes, his hair had gown out so that about an inch of sandy blonde hair showed at his roots. His hair desperately needed cut and was almost hanging in his eyes.

Next to him Nich walked humming softly to herself some song he didn't recognize. The teen was wearing her usual type of ensemble, a white T-shirt and faded jeans. Her hair pulled back into a French braid that went to her shoulders where it was secured with black faded scrunchy and the rest hung down in a ponytail to her mid-back. In her hand was the staff Spike had helped her make from one of the dead trees in the oasis. Tara had placed a spell over it so it wouldn't rot or break easy and the teen had been training with it ever since.

A small bag bounced at Tara's hip, it was filled with things that they had used that summer in training such as the crystal and a small bag of perfectly rounded pebbles….

*

Spike stared straight ahead ignoring the wind and the bright sun as it beat down on his back. He already had a dark Tan that meant he probably wouldn't get burned very badly or easily so he had removed his shirt for this exercise. It looked simple enough, balancing on a log with one foot, but it was far from it. His arms were straight out in front of him, a small perfectly rounded stone balanced on each forearm.

He managed to stay that way for 15 minutes the first time, thirty the second and two hours the last when Tara had told him to come down, later she had jokingly told him that the next objective would be to balance on the log in the middle of the waterhole. At the joke Spike had paled to nearly the color he had been only two months before…

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Tara glanced over at Spike as they walked worried for him, it wasn't because they had been away from humanity for so long or because of Buffy… it was because Spike had for so long existed separate from the world as creature of the night, a Vampire, and was suddenly going to be back in the world with all the other humans going about their daily lives, out in the sun.

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90 days

The airport was bustling and noisy compared to the solitude the Trio had faced over the last few weeks. Nich glanced around behind her dark sunglasses looking for the correct gate.

Tara grabbed the teen's arm and pulled her past some tourists and over to where Spike leaned against a wall. "Are you two alright?"

"Yah pet, just peachy." Spike replied shortly causing Tara to wince. Nich rolled her eyes and pulled her hand from Tara's grasp.

"Lets just get gone, I can't wait to be somewhere relatively co-" She froze as her face contorted.

"What's wrong?" Spike grabbed her arm.

Tara placed her hand on the teens shoulder and frowned. "Are you alright?"

Nich nodded and turned her head up to look at Spike, "It was a vision...there's a demon, and it'll attack any minute now."

"Where?" Spike asked his face contorting from concern to emotionless.

"Back that way, near the restrooms… its big, green, scaly with slime dripping all over. Really didn't enjoy seeing it after lunch." Nich said disgusted.

Tara shot Spike a look, "Are you ready for this?" She asked. Spike nodded and reached into his bag and removed a knife.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Spike nodded. "Lets do this then." With that he disappeared into the crowd. Nich groaned but followed suit directly, Tara following after her.

*

It was hungry and it hadn't fed in days. The darkness of the sewer was permeated by a thin streak of light from a grate over head. It growled softly as it heard the thumping of hearts that signaled the presence of prey.

It tore the Cement and dirt above it open easily jumping into a crowded hall. Its prey screamed and it followed suit letting loose a primitive screech as it launched itself at a human one thing on its mind, dinner.

*

Spike saw the demon as it lunged for a child, without thinking he threw the knife he had at it. It hit the demon in the shoulder burying deep in a layer of slime. The demon roared and turned toward him. The Airport hallway was clearing drastically as people ran to get away from the creature they didn't understand.

The demon must have decided spike would be an acceptable substitute for the child for it lunged, its mouth wide open. Spike kicked it in the chest sending it flying into the wall. The bricks cracked and indented as the demon hit, paint chipping off.

"Who are you?!" The demon hissed in its own language of snarls and hisses as spike stood over it, his foot grinding into the demons chest pushing it into the ground.

Spike smirked his cheekbones standing out, "I'm the slayer… and your dead." A crack was heard as he snapped the creature's neck. Spike turned around to find Tara comforting the crying child and Nich shaking her head.

"Really William, do you think you could have made more of a mess?" She asked.

"Bloody right I could have!" He replied smiling. None of them noticed the camera that had gone of during the fight.

*

The seats in the plane were uncomfortable Nich noticed as they sat down. She groaned and turned to face the window staring out at the airport and Africa's landscape. "I can't wait to get to England." She announced.

"Neither can I, its been a few years since I've been to the mother country." Spike told her from the other side of Tara who sat between them. "And then I didn't get to see much of it in the day either."

Tara smiled as the too talked. Over the month the three had been stuck together Spike had taken on a big brother type roll in the teens life just as he had for Dawn when Buffy was gone. She was glad- neither had family right now, Spikes being long dead and who knew about Nich's family. She settled back in her seat and began to translate the 'guide' again; hopefully it wouldn't be long before they reached England.

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Hours later

The plane landed smoothly with no complications, Nich had gotten slightly airsick on the way over much to Spikes amusement and Tara's chagrin since they had to move every few minutes when Nich had to go to the restroom. Tara had managed to translate about five pages of the guide on the trip getting her about halfway through the book, though she was still confused about the meaning of many of the passages in it.

Spike stretched as he stood yawning. Tara grabbed their backpacks from the overhead compartment and Nich wrapped her hands around the handle of the invisible weapons bag.

"Can we just get off this plane?" The teen groaned loudly. Spike chuckled letting a small smile cross his face; it was gone in an instant though.

"Of course," Tara nodded then turned to Spike. "Do you think we should get an apartment or a hotel room? Who knows how long we could be here."

The ex-Vampire frowned, "Probably a hotel for now, we can look for an apartment tomorrow… I'm bloody tired."

"Yes, sleep good." Nich agreed from behind them as they walked down the isle. "I call a bed!"

Tara smiled as Spike groaned. Spike suddenly had this feeling he was going to be the one on the floor.

"Don't worry William," Tara said using his human name, the girls had taken to calling him it almost immediately after they first talked at the Hut, she continued with a hint of amusement in her voice. "I'm sure the hotel room will have carpeting."

Spike scowled at her as they made their way off the plane and into the daylight.

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To be continued in: Bite Me

Note: I will be gone this weekend from the 26th to the 28th to go to the Creation Festival, which is a four day concert (july 24th to 27th) with many bands such as Relient K, jars of clay, newsboys, skillet, bleach and many more . :) I'm very happy.