Decernere, Part One: Spike
Author: Batdz Angel (0/)
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of its characters. They are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. This is just a way to honor them.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Spuffy. Mentions of Tara/Willow, Anya/Xander, Spike/Dru, Dru/Angel, and Angel/Buffy.
Summary: After Spike's death at the hands of Glory, Buffy, Angel, and their friends find themselves learning about vampires and slayers. And the reason an insane vampiress chose a quiet, shy poet for her Childe.
Season: Alternate Season Five ending/Season Six.
Author's Note: For some reason, Drusilla started talking when I was writing a completely different story. So, here's the result of a moment that was supposed to be a fluffy Spuffy ficlet but wound up being something else entirely.
His body is in agony.
The fall from the tower broke his right kneecap and he knows it'll hurt like a bitch later on but he searches from where he leans for the Watcher, who had been right behind him as they went up to the tower. He had managed to grab Doc as he fell and the demon is lying dead a few feet away.
He winces at the pain in his leg but he doesn't let that stop him from getting to his feet. He grabs another of those little brown demons as he tries to sneak past and crushes its throat with one hand. Ripping its head off, he limps over to a patch of shade, where the sun won't reach.
He pauses as Giles calls his name and turns, breath catching. He can see her.
As he stands in pain, he can feel relief, joy, and warmth as Giles hands Dawn to him. He cradles her to his chest, murmuring her name as he checks her for injuries. There are none beside the large one in her stomach and he winces at it. His Bit is shivering with cold so he strips off his coat, wrapping her up into it, and hears a cry of alarm from Red.
Eyes lift up and search for His Slayer and he sees she is faltering in her fight with the Hell Bitch. He presses a swift kiss to Dawn brow and says lowly, "I'm goin' to help Big Sis all right Bit? You okay?"
"Yeah," she says and he pauses long enough to memorize her green eyes and appreciate the small slip of a girl who reached out for him.
He leaves her in the arms of the Watcher and then goes to help his lady. He knows he will go down fighting, fighting for her to live, and fighting for no one to ever harm his Nibblet again...
He tackles the Hell Bitch, slams her head into the ground a good three times before her feet are in his stomach and he flies through the air, body skidding along the dirt...
It is over quick, he knows that but for him, it seems to stretch on for hours. He can feel the tides changing, the current turning, and he doesn't scream as he feels the wooden beam enter his chest...
He catches her eye, tries to remember the feeling of her lips on his, the brown-green color of her eyes, and murmurs her name...
"Buffy."
And he can feel his body evaporating, can feel his feet crumple in his boots, his legs vanish along with his jeans, and even as she reaches for him, his hands are disappearing before his very eyes...
And Spike, William the Bloody, Childe of Drusilla, grand-Child of Angelus, Great Grand-Childe of Darla, and of the line of Aurelius is no more.
End Part One