::Hey all thanks for the reviews and sorry for that little miss hap with the song. I have the greatest hits of GNR and well I just didn't know. OK this chap might get a little confusing, there's going to be a couple flash backs and well I got confused just writing it on paper, then again it was midnight when I wrote this. Also I'm thinking about extending the fighting scene between Joan and Angel, plus I'm trying to figure out which ending fits. I have ten different versions; well I'll let you go. R&R JM::
5.The Vampire Dartanyia
Joan quickly walked out of the crept, thankful Spike wasn't following her.
"What's wrong with me?" She questioned as she walked around headstones and trees. "Why did I have to look into his eyes?" She asked as she stopped and lend against a near by tree.
She had a job to do, and falling for Spike, again, wasn't on of them. Her eyes closed as the past flooded her thoughts and once again she was back in Pairs, with Angelus, Darla, Dru and William.
"Um I just love the taste of French in the morning." Darla grinned as her latest feast fell at her feet, landing on cold hard stone.
"Darla you really should converse yourself." Angelus remarked as he finished off the man's family. "Don't leave off with just one."
"Oh Angelus, stop being so bossy."
Angelus and Darla turned around and watched as a young woman in her early twenties, walk out of the shadows and stop in front of them.
"It's rather annoying." She added.
"Watch your tongue Dartanyia." Angelus growled, stepping in front of her. "Know your place."
"I do..." Dartanyia grinned as she reached up and kissed Angelus.
"Get off me, you little whore." Angelus shot, pushing Dartanyia to the ground.
"WHY? You made me a whore." She shot back and Angelus answered her with the back of his right hand across her face.
"Leave, get out of my sight." Angelus snapped.
Dartanyia got to her feet and ran down the street, back into the shadows.
"You shouldn't be so hard on the poor girl." Darla replied taking Angelus's right arm. "She is right, you were the one who made her, one of us and your whore."
"I know." Angelus answered. "But she still should know her place. She should know when she's wanted and when she's not." Angelus finished and the two of them walked off, like nothing happened.
"Damn you Angelus." Dartanyia cursed as she lend against the wall behind her. Damn you to hell." She cried as she slid down to the ground, starting to cry.
"Don't let him get to ya."
Dartanyia looked up from the ground and met eyes with baby blue ones.
"Leave me alone." She shot, looking away.
"Why would I do that?" He questioned as he slid down next to her. "After all, we know how Angelus can get."
"I know, but what can a Vampire do, when her creator doesn't want her around?"
"Don't worry about it. Angelus is just in one of his moods." He replied laying his right arm across her shoulders and brought her closer to him. "Just don't let him get to you, he loves to step on people...........I should know."
"You're right William" Dartanyia smiled as she once again looked into his eyes and lost, what there was left, of her heart.
Joan snapped back to life as she heard Spike stop next to her.
"You alright?" He questioned. "I called your name, like five times."
"Sorry, daydreaming." Joan replied looking up from the ground and at Spike.
"Bout what?"
"Nothing really, an old memory from a past life came back. That's all."
"Was it good?"
"Depends."
"On what?"
"What you mean by good?" Joan said, pushing off the tree and stepped into the moonlight.
Spike watched as she stepped into the moonlight and wondered what her memory from was. As the moonlight touched her face, a thought popped in his head, the sense looked so familiar, but he couldn't place it.
"Impossible." Spike muttered, shaking his head.
"What was that?" Joan asked looked away from the moon and over to Spike. "What did you say?"
"Nothing, thinking out loud." Spike answered, breaking off the thought.
Joan watched him and a slit grin curled on her lips.'He's starting to remember.' She thought and looked back at the moon.
Back at WolfRam & Hart, Angel paced back and forth in front of the phone, trying to summon up enough courage to call Buffy. Suddenly Angel stopped and without a second thought picked up the phone and dialed Buffy's number.
"Hello?" Buffy's voice questioned through the phone.
Angel took a deep breath and answered.
"Hello Buffy."
"Angel? It that you?"
"Yeah it's me. I wanted to ask you a few things about Joan."
"Joan? Who's Joan?"
"The slayer you sent here."
"I never sent a slayer to LA."
Angel lend back in his chair, Buffy's words echoing in his mind.
"What do you mean? I have a woman here, claming to be from your Slayer camp."
"I never sent you a Slayer and I don't have a Slayer camp."
"Well have any come up missing?"
"Just one, but we know where she went."
"What was her name?"
"Jeannette, Jeannette Joan Jones."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Angel, I'm sure, if you want I can have Willow scribe."
"That might work."
"Where is, this Joan at?"
"She's right now, is out Slaying with Spike."
"With Spike? What she doing with Spike?"
"She wanted him to show her around the graveyards." Angel answered, suddenly a thought, well more like a memory shot into his head. "I think I know who she is. Call me if Willow finds anything." Angel said and before Buffy could get a word in, he hung up the phone, "So she found a way back." He whispered to no one as he got up and let the office.
Joan and Spike returned to Fred's a couple of hours before dawn, they were about to say their goodnights, when Joan remembered something.
"Shite." Joan cursed, patting her jean pockets for the tenth time.
"What's wrong?"
"We left so damn quickly, that I forgot to grab Fred's key." Joan answered lending against the right side of the door. "Now I'm stuck out here until she gets up."
"Well, why don't you unlock the door, like you did at the graveyard?"
"Because, unlike the graveyard, this is someone's home. In other words, I have the same restrictions with my magick as a Vampire does entering someone's home." Joan replied, "And I don't want to wake her...........but I guess I have to." She finished as she lifted her left hand and ready to strike the door, when Spike stopped her. "Spike?!"
"Don't worry about waking Fred, you can crash at my place."
"Are you sure?" Joan questioned, "I have to warn you, I'm a real bitch in the mornings..."
"When aren't you?"
"True, but if I don't get at least 10 hours of sleep, I um......." Joan paused.
"What?"
"Well if you wake me up, make sure you're on your toes, or you might find a stake in ya." Joan answered.
"Use to it." Spike muttered, remembering when he was in SunnyDale.
"Hey......you better not be thinking about anything, you shouldn't." Joan snapped, seeing his smirk.
"What? No!"
"Uh hu," Joan laughed, "So the sun will be up soon, I don't know about you, but I'd like to get to bed, before it comes up." Joan replied and headed for the elevator, but left Fred a note, telling where she was staying.
Spike opened the door to his place and Joan walked in.
"Lovely." Joan muttered as she looked over trash, cloths, and died up blood packets all over the floor.
"Don't mind the mess." Spike replied picking up the cloths, trash and anything else he could find.
"So will be the couch or the bed?" Joan laughed as Spike shot his head up, hitting the near by chair. "I'm messy." Joan cracked.
"Right." He said, throwing the trash in the trashcan and his cloths in the back.
"So I take it, I'm sleeping on the couch?"
Spike walked back into the room and looked down on the couch.
"I'll take the couch." Spike replied.
"Are you sure?" Joan questioned. "I mean it's you bed, I don't want to put you out or anything."
"It's fine." Spike muttered as she started cleaning off the couch.
"Ok." Joan whispered and started for the bedroom.
Joan walked into the bedroom and made the bed, walked into the bathroom and realized that she had nothing to sleep in.
"Hey Spike?"
"What?"
"Do you have a big shirt or something I can sleep in?"
"Don't know, let me check. "Spike replied, falling off the couch and headed into his bedroom.
Joan looked around the bathroom, she forgot how much a slob guys are. She started to clean the bathroom the best she could with the stuff she had on hand, a knock was heard and she opened the door.
"This is the biggest shirt I got, see if it works." He said, handing her the large black shirt and closed the door.
"Thanks." Joan smiled as he closed the door.
Spike closed the door and went back to the couch. He flopped down on the couch and started to regret giving Joan his bed. Spike lifted his head as the bathroom door opened and Joan stepped out.
"Got anything bigger? The shirt is a little short." Joan complained, trying to pull the shirt down over her butt.
"Nope, sorry." Spike smirked.
"Hey, quite your grinning, you perve."
"Sorry." Spike apologized still grinning."
"Damn perverted Vampire." Joan muttered and walked back into the bedroom, still trying to pull the shirt down.
Spike chuckled as Joan walked back to the bedroom and he turned off the light and tried to sleep, but couldn't. There was again that uneasiness in the air, something once again wasn't right. He opened his eyes and for some reason looked towards the bedroom. A faint yellow glow appeared from the cracks of the door.
"What in the bloody hell, is she doing in there?" Spike asked, getting to his feet and walked over to the bedroom. "Joan? Joan what are you doing in there?" Spike replied, knocking on the door and then turned the doorknob.
He opened the door and a wave of candle heat rushed past him. He looked in and around the whole room were dozens of white-lit candles.
"If you're going to come in, then come in." Joan whispered.
Spike walked in and closed the door.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Meditating, what else?"
Spike lend against the door, again scanned the room and finally found Joan, she was in the middle of the bed two feet in the air.
"Well are you almost done?"
"Could be." Joan replied, finally opening her eyes and instead of the ocean blue they were pure blood red.
"Why are you meditating?"
"Because there had been a lot of stress today, I needed to get rid of the negative inside my mind, soul and heart."
"Oh."
Joan closed her eyes and slowly she lowered back onto the bed. The moment she landed on the bed, the candles went out and the lights flickered back on.
"There, I'm done." Joan replied, getting off the bed and started to relight the candles.
"Thanks." Spike replied, he turned to leave, but for some reason he couldn't.
He watched her walk across the room, lighting the candles. The sense looked familiar, but he just couldn't place it. He knew he seen her from somewhere before, but then again, he had those thoughts a lot.
"Tell me about your past lives."
"Why?"
"Because I want to know."
"I can't just come out and tell you. I have so many, that I can't remember them all."
"Then just tell me one, the one that you remember the most."
"I don't think I should." Joan replied, walking over to Spike and turned off the lights and looked into his eyes.
Spike watched as Joan walked over to him and turn off the lights, the moment the lights went out and the candle light touched her face, a strange memory, more like disavow, flooded his thoughts.
He, Angelus, Darla and Dru, finally made their way across Europe and ended up back in London. He was on one of his midnight strolls when he ran into an old friend.
"William? William is that you?"
He turned around and met eyes with ocean blue ones.
"Dartanyia?"The woman stepped out of the shadows and smiled.
"It's good to see you again William." She replied, stopping in front of him. "How have you been?"
"Ok I guess." He answered.
"I see you're still traveling with Angelus."
"Yes."
"So why are you here? I would have believed, you wouldn't go two feet away from Dru?"
"She's with him right now."
"I told you she was no good."
"I don't know what she sees in him."
"I do, it's the seduction of power, any woman, dead or alive, can't resist it." She answered, "Walk with me, it's been years since Angelus left me in Ireland."
He walked over to her and they locked arms and started down the street.
"Enough talk about me, how have you been? Still not living I see," He joked.
Dartanyia chuckled at his joke.
"Ok I guess, I finally realize what he meant."
"Let's not talk about him, how long have you been in London?"
"I just arrived a week or so ago, I just got back from Transylvania."
"Oh, who is he?"
"Liver then ever, he took me under his wing after he learned what Angelus did to me. Other than that, me travels have been nice. Though I did run into some trouble a month back, but I finally made it through. " Dartanyia paused as she and William stopped in front of a small cottage. "Would you mind coming in? I have dinner waiting and I really hate eating alone." Dartanyia asked as she opened the door and they walked in.
William closed the door and watched Dartanyia as lit a few white candles and looked into his eyes.
Spike blinked as he snapped back to life, Joan looked at him with worry in her eyes.
"Dartanyia?" Spike whispered and watched as Joan's worried face twisted into a demonic grin.
"Hello William, or is it Spike nowadays?" She whispered back.
"How can you still be alive?"
"Did you forget? I lived with Dracula for almost a century."
"But how?"
"After Angelus dusted me, I waited until you left and came back. I've been traveling around the world and finally came across Buffy and her Slayers. A foolish Slayer wondered by way and didn't return. I took on her form and found you and Angelus together once again. I figured it was about time I return and carry out my plan."
"Plan? What plan?"
"To finally rid this hell world of Angelus once and for all. He killed me, it's only fair I kill him."
"But he didn't kill you."
"Yes he did, he made me immortal and stole my mortal life. Anyway that's not the point." Joan snapped.
"I'm sorry Dartanyia, I can't let you do that."
"You don't have a say in it, it's not your fight."
Dartanyia walked away from Spike and over to the bed.
Spike watched as she walked away and suddenly he got an idea that could just work, if he played his part.
"I can help you."
Dartanyia stopped and turned back to him.
"Why the change of heart?"
"Well it's like you said, he killed you, it' only fair you kill him."
Dartanyia walked back in front of Spike and looked into his eyes.
"What are you getting at?"
"I just wanted to help." Spike replied. "I never agreed with him, he made the chose on his own."
"Then why didn't you stop him?"
"I was scared. I didn't want him to do that to me." Spike answered, "Besides Dru wouldn't let me."
"I told you she never liked me, none of yas cared shit about me."
"Not true. I cared." Spike shot, grabbing Dartanyia's shoulders.
"You never showed it." Dartanyia choked, staring to his eyes and found he left hand on his right cheek. "You're right, you were always there when I needed someone." She added, her thumb tracing his cheekbone. "I've missed you William." She whispered as she reached up and gently her lips touched his.
She broke away and walked back to the bed, she pulled down the covers and climbed in.
Spike froze as her lips touched his and then she pulled away.
"You going to stare at me all night? Or are you going to join me?" Dartanyia grinned as she pulled the black shirt over her head and threw it to the floor.
Again Spike froze, he didn't know what he should do.
"Come on William, I know you're not new at this." She smirked.
Spike slowly pushed off the door, walked in front of her and stopped a few feet in front of her.
"Come here." Dartanyia grinned, pulling him closer to her by the rim of his pants and again put her lips to his.
:: Damn, 11 pages. Ok the next to chapter are going to really short, but they work. Like I said up top I'm planning on extending the fight, which is the next chapter, so it's going to take me a while to do that. Well GTG R&R JM::