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: Thank you everyone for the wonderful reviews! I love getting reviews… I love to review! ^_^ Anyway I'm brining the council in and basically for the beginning their the bad guys… and for Willow fans she will appear in part 10. Also for those wondering Spike WILL deal with guilt but his character by the time we get to LA and Sunnydale will not be brooding over it… he will have bad dreams and stuff but I'm not turning him into a Mini-Angel. ALSO I am aware that Joss has said spike really did want the soul… and I believe that sub consciously he id. So please don't yell at me about it. ^_^

ON TO THE STORY!

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Part Six

'One man in all the world…'

85 days

Giles unlocked his door and let Spike walk passed him into his flat. He held his breath still surprised, even after what Spike had said, that the Vampire hadn't run into a barrier. Spike stopped in the living room and glanced around the small comfortable looking room. There was a TV on one wall and a sofa and two arm chairs across from it and staggered to the side. Spike turned toward Giles who was removing his coat. The Watcher hung his long brown coat on the rack near the door.

Spike glanced at the watcher a faint smile on his lips, "Nice place you got here Rupert, the council pay you?"

"Not exactly," Giles answered as he motioned for Spike to take a seat on one of the chairs. Spike sunk into the farthest one from the long window across the room. Giles noticed how his shoulders slumped and he glanced slowly around the room his gaze repeatedly returning to his hands, which were fiddling with each other without anything to hold on to or mess with.

Giles cleared his throat as he crossed the room, "Can- Can I get you anything to drink?"

"No thanks," Spike shook his head. "I already ate today."

"Oh, well-"

Spike laughed, "I don't drink blood anymore either watcher, not really in the job description, anymore at least."

"Your not a Vampire." Giles stated the fact calmly as he sat down in a green easy chair.

"Nope," The Slayer leaned his head back against the back of his chair and sighed. "Not a Vampire."

"So, you're human then?" Spike glanced up at Giles as he removed his glasses to clean them.

"Yah, you could say that." He replied softly. He moved his arms so the set on the chairs arm rests. One of his hands fiddled with the arm rests cover rubbing the material between his thumb and forefinger.

Giles noticed these actions and sighed, "If you must you can have a fag."

Spike glanced up startled, "No I- I quit. Smoking that is, not really good for the lungs, you know."

"No, I suppose not." Giles replied. He stood up suddenly and walked over to the cupboard and grabbed a book off the shelf. "So how exactly did you say you became human?"

"I didn't, not yet anyway." Spike turned his eyes down to the floor. The carpet was a gray-green that went with the couch and chairs.

"Then perhaps you could enlighten me?"

Spike nodded, "Are you aware that Buffy and I were…" Spike paused looking for the right word.

"Together?" Giles supplied. Spike looked up sharply. "I am aware of what passed between you, and what happened before you left. Xander told me."

Spike looked away, "You want to kill me then?"

"For a while, till Buffy explained everything. Even then I thought I might stake you if I ever saw you again… but, that's not an option now is it?"

"No, I guess its not." Spike replied softly.

"Spike, what exactly transpired after you left Sunnydale?" Giles inquired. Spike glanced away again.

"I decided to take revenge." He said suddenly, his voice so full of regret it shocked the watcher. "Went to a demon in Africa, wanted him to take the chip out." He glanced up at Giles. "I competed in these trials, mortal combat—bugs that eat you a-unlive. That sort o'thing, and I won."

"The chips out? But that doesn't explain—"

"I wasn't done watcher." Spike interrupted him. "The demon told me I won. Then placed his hand on my chest and told me he returned my soul."

"My god!" Giles removed his glasses after letting the book in his hand drop with a loud 'thunk' to the floor."

"That's not the half of it, the next thing I know I'm outside as the sun rises and Tara's there, or what looked like her at the time. Turned out she was a spokes person, for the first Slayer."

"Why would she come to you? I mean clearly your not a vampire anymore but—"

"The first has been seconded mate." Spike cocked his head to the side a small grin on his face. "I'm the chosen one, one man in all the world and all that yotz. Seems the trials were a way for the Powers that Be to create Slayers."

*

"Mr. Terrance, so good of you to come." A tweed clad man smiled as the young photographer took a seat across from him.

"I'm just glad I found someone who could answer my questions." Michael smiled taking out his folder. "I was on vacation in Africa taking scenic photos for a few weeks about a week ago. Before my return flight there was an attack at the airport by some creature, a monster."

The man nodded his face solemn as he listened.

"I decided to take some pictures so I could figure out what it was later, and besides I might be able to sell it to some newspaper or something." The man nodded un-amused so Michael cleared his throat and continued. "Anyway, a man stepped in to stop the creature and did a pretty good job of it too." He laid the folder on the desk and opened it. Inside were the photos he had taken of the fight and the hand drawn close-ups. "Just before he killed it the creature made some noises at which the man replied: 'I'm the slayer, you're dead.'"

Michael flinched as the man continued to stare at him unfazed. "Uh then a young woman who appeared to be traveling with him called him 'William' and they left. So, can you tell me anything about the slayer?"

The Man nodded slowly, "The Slayer is one girl in all the world chosen to fight the Vampires. She protects the world and stops apocalypses. She lives for no longer than a few years once she is called, and when she dies another is called."

"You're joking right? Vampires are real?"

"Vampires are real." He said shortly his voice cold. "Demons walk among us everyday, some look human others don't."

"Wait a second, you said the Slayer is a girl."

"Yes I did."

Michael frowned, "But this, this is clearly a man."

"Yes he is."

"Then, there's more then one slayer."

The man sighed and stood up, "There has been more than one slayer for several years, is this all the photos?"

"Yes… but you said there was only one."

"I did," he hit the microphone on his desk. "Devon could you come in here?"

"Then how can there be more?"

"She died and was resuscitated." He replied calmly as the door opened. "Ah Devon, can you please escort Mr. Terrance out?"

Devon nodded and grabbed Michaels arm. "Wha- what's going on?"

"We can't have the general populace knowing about Demons and Slayers can we?" The man behind the desk replied rather than asked. "Devon please make sure Mr. Terrance is taken care of quietly… and don't make a mess this time."

"Yes," Devon smiled. "Of course Mr. Travers."

Quentin Travers watched as Devon escorted the struggling man outside his office. "So sad." He sighed as he examined the photos and drawings. "He was such a good artist too."

An hour later down in the sewers under London a single shot rang out and a body fell to the ground unnoticed.

To be continued in: Stories of Pain, Heartbreak and anvils

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