Title: The First Seconded

Author: Falcon-Rider falcon_rider@hotmail.com

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

Disclaimer: I own nothing 'cept the plot and Nich.

Authors note: OH! Thanks for all the reviews ppl! I have the most reviews on this storie than on any of my others! ^_^  I'm glad peeps are enjoying it and its not even half way over yet! Sorry I got delayed in the posting of parts I had a lot of stuff to do lately… plus I've been adding other peeps fics to my website… ^_^ Go visit it I have a really neat title pic for this fic there! Also when I was writing this I had a bit of writers block on how to have Giles enter the story… hence the café scene… Oh and the stake through heart line… that was my moms one time suggestion since she thinks Buffy is the evil of all evils… which is why I constantly get grounded from not TV but from Buffy.

**** On to the Story!****

Part Five

'Aren't you hungry?'

86 days

Spike stared at the broken mirror. His reflection was marred by cracks and lines that stretched out from the place where his fist had met the glass. A few pieces of glass had had fallen to the green-carpeted floor. Spike winced as a piece cut thought the bottom of his foot as he walked toward the bed. He couldn't even stand to see himself, the person he saw scared him. When he had been alive he had been a poet, a bad poet at that. The women he had given his heart to rejected him, thus he had ran from the party and met up with Drusilla.

The brown haired man he had seen reminded him of that man, William. Marring Williams's features however had been a scar, one that would remind him of his later existence, as a creature of the night. He had gotten that scar when he killed his first Slayer in the boxer rebellion and it reminded him of what he had become, Spike. Spike was a ruthless Master Vampire, the killer of two Slayers.

Spike threw himself on the bed as faces of innocents he had killed began to filter through his mind. He didn't notice as tears began to fall down his cheeks and surprised himself as he began to sob. His whole life and unlife began to replay in his mind.

Williams's eyes opened and he stared into the darkness around him. A panic began to flood him as he realized he was lying in an unfamiliar place. His hands reached up to find a rough cotton type fabric above him. He began to feel the need to take a breath, but at the same time something told him he didn't need to.

An unfamiliar hunger began to fill his mind as he slammed his hands up through the cotton and hit the hard wood ceiling of the coffin…

His hand pushed through the top layer of soil and into the dark night. As he pulled himself through the dirt laughter met his ears. Yellow eyes found another pair of eyes. He recognized the woman from the night before an unbidden thought came to his mind, sire.

"Time to have your first meal pet… aren't you hungry?" Her voice rang in his ears as she pushed a crying, gagged young woman toward him. He glanced at his sire then to the body before him. William was confused, but the demon over rid the personality and fed for the first time. The newly risen Vampire felt the blood pour into his own mouth, heard the woman's cries and felt her life slip away.

He rolled over, turning so he could see the red glow of his clock that sat on the table next to his bed. It was just after midnight and he could hear noises coming from Tara's room, as the witch got ready for bed. Turning onto his back he caught sight of the broken jagged mirror across the room and stared at it.

The moonlight coming from the window reflected in it casting the light in jagged shapes around the room. Spike could see the bed, but where he was a piece of the mirror was missing. He stared up at the ceiling and calmed his labored breathing as he tried to relax enough to sleep.

Eventually the night claimed him and he fell back into a dream or perhaps nightmare filled sleep. About an hour later the door to the Slayers room opened and Nich quietly walked in. A broom and dustpan were in her hands as she padded across the floor. Carefully she picked up the bigger pieces then swept the rest up. Before exiting his room she drew the blinds blocking the coming dawn.

*

Panic filled him as he awoke; his breath was labored and taken in gasps as he grabbed the sheets below him ripping them. He forced himself to calm as he surveyed his surroundings. It was his room, not the coffin, the cave or anything else from his memory-induced nightmares.

Spike ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair and drew in a deep shaky breath as he slipped his leg over the edge of the bed. He moved over to the window and pulled on the cord letting the blinds fly up. He turned his head away from the bright sun; then turned away from the window and walked to his dresser. Glancing at his broken mirror he winced inside. He frowned as he glanced around. The broken glass from the mirror was gone.

Digging into his dresser he pulled out a pair of blue jeans before remembering what he was going to do that day. He set them back in the drawer and grabbed a pair of black ones and a black shirt. Spike crossed left his room and knocked on the bathroom door. No one answered so he opened it and slipped inside.

After he has taken a shower the ex-vampire felt better, all traces of his experience with the mirror the night before had healed during the night. He slipped his jeans and shirt on then left the bathroom and walked barefoot to his room. He pulled on a pair of socks before lacing up his new pair of boots.

*

Tara used a spatchula to remove the pancake from the pan as Nich laughed. "I still can't believe you burned that."

"It may not happen often, but it does happen." Tara answered smiling.

"G'morning," Spike said as he entered the room. Tara raised an eyebrow, as the teen looked him over.

"Forgot the bleach," She pointed to his head.

Spike ran a hand through his hair and shrugged, "Not quite ready to do that."

Nich decide to leave that subject alone as Tara spoke up. "Tea?"

"Why not?" He sat in the chair next to Nich as the Wiccan poured him some.

"So, are you g-going to see Giles?"

Spike nodded, "Figure I can run into him on accident… midday or tonight. Something of that sort."

"Oh, can I come?" Nich asked.

"No," Spike shook his head.

"Awe, come on somebody's got to be there if he tries to put a stake through your heart… cause you know while you can't go poof you could still die." Nich pointed out. She tried to pull a puppy face off but he didn't even look at her.

"The answers no. Leave it at that." Spike stood and headed out the door slipping on his jacket before leaving.

"What's up his butt?" Nich frowned staring after him

"He was having night mares again." Tara said quietly. "I heard him scream when he woke up."

"I know I heard him too, I live here remember?" Nich shook her head. "He has to deal with it. Why is he being so stubborn?!"

Tara smiled. "He's always been that way in all the time I've known him, its one of the reasons I always thought him and Buffy would get together."

"What happened between them?" Nich asked.

"They had problems… its not really my place to say." Tara shook her head turning back to the oven. "I don't even think I know the whole story."

*

Spike had found Giles house easily, since he had once talked to Giles about their home country. That had been during the summer that Buffy had been… gone. They had been at the Magic box drinking some tea after hours and talked about the sights of merry old England. During their conversation Giles had let slip where he lived.

The ex-Vampire decided not to let his presence known and took up shop in a small café a ways down the street. He could just sea the watchers door from where he was seated, at some point however Spike was distracted by conversation on one of Manchester United's latest games for the Slayer had no idea that the Watcher had entered the café.

Spike glanced out the window again as lifted his drink to his lips. As he was about to take a sip he was jostled in by someone passing him. The jolt caused his drink to spill onto his pants. He jumped up knocking over his chair, "Bloody Hell!"

"Spike?" A familiar voice asked and Spike turned to see Giles standing with a look of shock on his face. "What the Bloody Hell are you doing here?"

"Oh balls." Spike cursed. The whole cafes attention had centered its attention on the two men. Spike flinched as he realized all eyes were on him. "Giles, could we go somewhere a little more… private to discuss this?" He motioned to the door.

Giles nodded and followed Spike out into the streets, once outside he grabbed the younger looking man's arm. "What have you done?"

"Nothing, but pass some bloody trials." Spike jerked his arm easily out of the watchers grip. "Which is why I came to speak with you."

"You came to speak to me." Giles asked incredulous as he looked over the vampire… or ex-vampire as he was beginning to suspect.

"No I came to speak to the bloody Queen, of course I came to speak with you." He glanced around at the streets filled with people. "If you don't mind could we go to your flat to chat about this?" He pointed down the street. "Its not like I need an invite anymore, so if I wanted to kill you you'd be dead already."

"Oh, uh," Giles sputtered for a few seconds before he nodded and lead the way down the street. "An explanation is in order." He stated as he glanced at Spike out of the corner of his eye.

Spike nodded a small smile appeared on his lips for a few moments. He kept his gaze on the sidewalk in front of him though as he walked. "Yeah, and you'll get your explanation, but I'm warning you that you'll probably want to kill me at some points." He added quietly.

To Be Continued in: 'One Man in all the world…'

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Though keep in mind parts 6-10 are being edited and I'm writing part 11 currently.