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For the past twenty minutes Spike has been holding on to Drusilla and Drusilla has been holding on to Spike. It's something they both needed, a sire to be close to her childe, and a childe to be close to his sire. Spike try's, he try's so hard, but people know, they know he's changed. His insults have lost their edge and he's no longer quite as sarcastic, he joke's more and try's to be friendlier. He's different because he's broken at least just a little bit. He went into battle thinking he was going to die, but didn't. He woke up thinking I'm ok so they must be too, but they weren't. Spike didn't show it, but on the inside he's breaking. He's never needed his sire so much before, never been so happy till he heard her say that she loves him that she wants to take care of him. Spike gently slides his arm underneath her body, Drusilla's arms reposition to where she's holding on to his neck. Spike lift's Drusilla up and slowly walks back to the hotel, whispering words, sweet and calming words. Spike pushes the front door open, a little surprised to see Conner still there. Conner and Oz's head snap up, Oz has an odd look on his face he know he's seen that woman before, but can't quite place it. Conner feels a familiarity with her as well, but he knows he's never seen her before; it's his blood that feels the connection.
Spike notices Conner's reaction and smirks "Conner, I'd like you to meet Drusilla, your sister and grandmother." Conner's eye bug out.
"Huh? And I thought my relationship with you was weird." Pauses for a second "Why aren't we on Jerry Springer yet?"
"Pay's not good enough." Spike answered automatically.
Drusilla giggles and looks at Conner. "Little brother lives two lives. Not sure who he is are what to do. Follows the big bad in hopes to make dead Angel's sing." Conner looks a little stunned, her words coherent enough for him to understand. "I want to make him sing too." She confesses softly. Both Oz and Conner's supernatural hearing picked up her soft words. And now they both understand what she's doing here, trying to make her father proud.
Spike nods his head toward Conner and Oz. "Night all." Spike carry's Drusilla up to his room and places her gently on his bed. Spike gently brushes away some of Drusilla's hair from her face.
"Feeling better princess?" Spike asks gently.
Drusilla only nods and snuggles into the side of Spike. She has a look of pleasantness on her face, but it soon becomes troubled. "They don't know..." she whispers.
Spike's eyebrows scrunch down "They don't know what? They who?"
"The little yellow puppy and the girl with no name. They don't know their champions are gone."
'The little yellow puppy, and the girl with no name? Who the bloody hell are they? Wait a tick, yellow puppy...' "Nina? The wolf girl?" To that Drusilla only nods. "Oh bugger she doesn't know he's dead does she?" Drusilla shake's her head no. "Who's the girl with no name? A chit the watcher knew?"
"No, the young one who grew up to fast." Drusilla smiles to herself "He's a street warrior lawyer." Drusilla giggles. "Could be a TV show."
"Charlie..."
"Miss Edith say's their worried, and hoping they come back soon. They don't know though, no ones coming back." Drusilla finishes sadly.
"I'll make sure they know, get the message right to them yea?" Drusilla only nods. "Princess why don't you get some sleep, I gotta talk to the boys tell them what's going on alright?"
Drusilla nodded sleepily 'she looks like a lost child.' Spike thought to himself. 'Suppose she is.' And with that Spike gently closed the door and walked down to the lobby. Spike wasn't paying attention to his surroundings till he looked up and saw an arrow pointed to his face.
The person on the other side of the arrow was a black man in his early twenty's. He looked aged from all the years on streets fighting vampires. "Now look here bloodsucker! I wanna know where my boy Gunn is, and I wanna know NOW!" The black youth shouted.
"Oh, balls..."
"Shut up! And go stand by you friends!" Spike moves over to Oz and Conner, who are standing in the middle of the lobby with their hands raised. Spike took a quick assessment of his surroundings. Just to see that 7 young black men, one Mexican girl, one Native American girl, and a young blonde girl surrounded them. The blonde looked vaguely familiar.
The blonde woman looked right at Spike and yelled "You!" and walked right up to Spike and slapped him across the face.
"Ex-girlfriend?" Oz asked still eyeing all the other men.
"Don't think so." Spike replied.
The blonde girl's eye's grew cold "You! Monster! I'll be glad to see you turn to dust." The girl said in a low tone.
"It's possible she's an ex-girlfriend. Calling me a monster wanting me dust is usually a dead give-a-way."
"Shut up and tell me what you did to Gunn!"
Spike eyed her for a second, and then smiled. "Well now I remember you, pet. A part of that vampire cult right? Friends with that wanker with a death wish. Oh what was his name..."
"Ford." Anne whispered loudly
"Yes, Ford wow he was a good friend 'turn me into a vampire cause I'm dying, oh my friends well kill them I don't care their stupid enough to lock themselves up with vampires.'" Spike mimicked.
Anne was angry now "Shut up!"
Randall spoke up from the background "Anne what's he talking about?"
"Nothing just past mistakes."
"Wow someone who could put their past mistakes in the past, that's new. Bloody Angelus acted like he did all the murder and killing just the day before. Always brooding and whining." Spike complained a little lost in his own rant, now ignoring the arrow pointed at his chest. "At least with my soul I don't brood." Anne's eyes widened at Spike admission of a soul.
Conner snorted, "You do to brood, I've seen you do it, brooder!"
Spike looked offended, blissfully ignoring the situation around him. "Oi! I do not, that's called methodical thinking. I don't brood, you brood, Brood-boy junior."
Randall's just standing their in awe 'this fool must be a fledge, he doesn't even know the trouble's he's in.' Randall finally fed up with the arguing shot the arrow directly at Spike's heart. Spike spun around and grabbed the arrow out of thin air, then threw the arrow upstairs. The arrow embedded it's self into the wall at the top of the stairs. Two inches in front of one of Randall's men trying to sneak upstairs. Everyone was in awe even Spike, but he and Conner took advantage of the situation and quickly disarmed Randall's men.
Spike had Randall's arm wrenched behind his back. Randall yelled in pain "Who the hell are you?!"
"I'm William The bloody, and that's" Spike nods toward Conner "Conner the destroyer, we're the children of Angelus, and this is our home. Now be a polite guest and shut your gob. Now! I didn't do anything to Charlie. If you want to see him I'll take ya, but it's not a pretty picture." And with that Spike pushed Randall to the ground, then looked up to Oz. "Wolf-boy get your van, we're going back." Oz gave a quick nod and went to start up his van. Spike looked at Anne "Follow us and we'll take you to Charlie, just don't say I didn't warn ya." With that Spike and Conner left followed by Anne and Randall's crew.
The drive was silent until Spike spoke up "Ugh! Didn't we do this already? At least last time it was for people I liked."
Conner smirked, amusement in his eyes, but he quickly became serious. "Spike what's this deal with Drusilla? I mean she's you're Sire right? She doesn't have a soul, and she doesn't have a chip, so can we trust her?"
Spike sighed, "I don't know yet, the thing about Dru is she loves family. When she was human she loved her family with all her heart. That's why Angelus killing them broke her so bad. As a vampire her definition of family became Angelus, Darla, Penn, the Master, and me. So here it is they're all dead except me, and now you, Conner. She might just change who she is because the only family she has are champions for the good now. She might forget and try to kill us. Or she'll buy a bird, put it in a cage, forget to feed it, and then try to feed it after it's died from hunger. One of those three options."
"Your speech was real up lifting till the end their chief." Oz spoke in his usual monotone voice, but his eyes we're filled with humor.
Spike grinned and leaned back into his seat "Well I do try."
Meanwhile in Randall's Truck..."Ok as soon as they show us Gunn, or lead us into their "trap" we'll take 'em. Everyone got your stakes concealed?" Randall was given confirmation by a nod from all of their heads. "A'ight let's do this."
INSERT NAME OF L.A. Cemetery here...Spike, Conner, and Oz walked together through the head stones a little bit ahead of Randall and his crew.
"Their going to attack us first chance they get." Conner whispered.
Spike smiled, "Yea I know, it's gonna be fun. Fist against fangs, fur against fists, and" Spike looks at Conner "poofy hair cuts against fists."
"Hey theirs nothing wrong with my hair!" Conner whispered loudly.
"Ok Darla junior."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Spike stops and looks at Conner, "Well you got Peaches brooding forehead, but beyond that" Spike gives a shrug "You look like a girl."
Conner looks at Spike incredulously "I do not!"
Spike rolled his eyes "Sure peaches 2.0, what ever you say."
"I don't." Grumbled Conner, he then looked at Oz and asked, "Oz do I look like a girl?"
"Oh no, no with the delicate feminine facial features and thin woman like lips you're totally manly, grrr." Oz replied, his expression and tone never changing. Spike busted out laughing.
Conner crossed his arms and mumbled to himself "Won't be laughing when I bury you in the ocean."
Spike and Oz just snickered.
After a couple of more minutes they finally reached the area where their fallen friends rest. The blonde vampire turned to Randall and pointed to Gunn's tombstone. "There's Gunn." Randall rushed over to the tombstone and dropped to his knees, the rest of the crew hung their heads down. Anne was crying.
"A little over a month ago Angel, Wesley, Fred, Gunn, and myself took out the circle of the black thorn." He then looked up to the group. "The circle of the black thorn was a group consisting of demons and humans. They were behind everything that made this world worse on the larger scale. They started the KKK, drugs on the streets well the drugs come from them. JFK, Martin Luther King Jr killed by them. Hitler was a member, Judas was a member, and that's just the human side to their organization. They had demons in congress, and all types of high authority. And we took them out one by one, this crippled Wolfram and Hart. So they sent an army of demons to kill us, just us five people. They lost, and so did I." Spike was about to continue when a shrill scream was heard through out the graveyard. A girl was being carried by a fyarl demon; the fyarl was surrounded by three more of its kind. "Oz as soon as it's clear, get the girl to safety!" Oz nodded. Spike turned to Randall and his crew and yelled, "Keep one of them alive, their fyarl demons, which means their only hired guns. They're working for someone else! Maybe we'll find out who and have our self's a descent brawl, yeah?" And with that Spike and Conner ran towards the demons. Randall and his crew right behind, Randall with a smile on his face 'I like the way this vamp thinks, he thinks a lot like Gunn.' Spike and Conner took on one a piece, while half of Randall's crew took one and the other half took another. Spike knocked the girl from the fyarl's grasp and Oz swooped in and got out of the battle. Spike tackled his fyarl down to the ground, straddled him and started waling on him. Conner disposed of his opponent quickly followed by the human street warriors finishing theirs off. Speaking in fyarlish Spike start's yelling at the demon "Who do you work for?" When there was no reply Spike flicked his wrist and out came the railroad Spike. Spike then plunged the spike into the fyarl's shoulder. The fyarl let a feral growl of pain as Spike just twisted the spike more and more. The fyarl demon just laughed and opened his mouth, revealing his tongue has been ripped out of his mouth. Everyone except the blonde vampire looked disgusted, he only looked worried, remembering the bringers that worked for the First, doing something similar. Spike just roared in frustration and jammed the spike through the fyarl's head. Spike flicked his wrist and the railroad spike disappeared into his coat sleeve. Spike got up and looked at Randall and his crew. "So you gonna kill us?"
Randall let out a brief chuckle before turning serious again. "How did Gunn die, I mean I know what he did, who he faced, but how did my boy die."
Spike looked at Randall for a second before saying, "With an ax in his hand, and the mission in his heart. Gunn died a warrior doing what's right."
Apparently that's all he needed to hear, because he just nodded his head and directed his crew to go home, he quickly followed them. Spike, Conner, and Oz all let out a sigh of relief. "Lets go home, yeah?" Spike asked, the others just nodded.
Back at the hyperion hotel...Spike, Oz, and Conner are just lounging around the lobby resting from their recent battle. When suddenly they heard Drusilla yelling, "Bad Miss Edith! You shall not have Shugglebubbies and ice-cream anymore!" Spike's seen Drusilla make out with a chaos demon, Conner's daughter was a full grown African American goddess, and Oz saw Joyce and Giles on the night the parents ate band candy. But to this day they have never been more confused.
Spike shakes himself from confusion and yell's, "DRU! What the bloody hell are Shugglebubbies?!"
Drusilla popped her head around the hallway corner, her face a mask of pure innocence. "Why there Bubbies that Shuggle."
Her answer only confused Spike even more, "Dru, did you eat Gene Wilder?"
Dru laughed softly and drifted back to her room. Spike narrowed his eyes to where she was. "Sometimes I think that she's a lot saner then she let's on, and other times..." Spike trailed off, before giving a frustrated sigh.
"What's wrong?" Conner asked.
"I got to talk to Nina tomorrow. Did you know Nina?"
"Dad told me a little bit about her the day you guys took out the black thorn."
Spike nodded and was about to explain his frustration when Oz asked, "Who's Nina?"
"She was Angel's girlfriend." Oz's eyebrows shot up.
"You mean he had a girlfriend that wasn't Buffy?"
Spike smiled 'If the poof having a girlfriend that wasn't the slayer it till I tell him about Cordeila.' "Yeah, he finally tried moving on, before her though he fell in love with Cordeila."
Oz was still for a moment his face expressionless, his eyes held no emotion, and then all of a sudden he busted out laughing. Spike and Conner were a little shocked by Oz's display, but when they started thinking of the sometime tactless loud fashion girl and the quite brooding vampire hooking up they soon joined in the laughter. After a moment they all calmed down and Spike let out another sigh. "I have to tell her the news tomorrow, that her boyfriend is dead." Spike rubbed his hands down his face. "That's all I've been doing for the past two day's is deal with death I haven't even fully dealt with yet!" Spike growled. "I'm going to sleep, g'night."
"Night." Conner and Oz responded in unison. They watched silently as Spike climbed up the stairs and disappeared into his room.
Oz looked over to Conner. "He's a bit stressed huh?"
"Yea well he went from being apart of the group to leader in one night, it's got to be stressful." Oz nodded in agreement.
"The arrow thing was incredible, I don't think I've seen Buffy or Angel ever do anything like that. He had the whole area mapped out he knew where everyone of them were."
Conner nodded "Yeah, every since he saved me we've been training non stop. He told me he and my dad used to be able to fight in perfect unison, that's what he wants with me. Everyday I see him get more focused, he used to tell me how impatient he once was, but I can't really imagine it now."
"Yeah, I've seen how impatient he was, how his fighting was wild, but now it's so focused."
"Well he had to be that way, in the last month he's faced five potential apocalypses."
Oz had a look of surprise on his face. Conner got up and started walking to the kitchen, Oz quickly followed. "See, There's apocalypses going on all the time, at least two every month, or that's how it was. Great Aunt Anne explained it." At Oz's curious look Conner continued. "Aunt Anne is Spike's human mother, she came down from wherever like that Tara girl. You see that slayer girl Buffy, she had some witch perform a spell where every potential slayer gained slayer powers. Did you know about that?" Oz shook his head. "Well she did, anyways there are lots of champions, my Dad and Buffy aren't the only ones in the world. So Apocalypses happen more then we think, but there's always some group of humans, or a benevolent demon out there stopping it. Problem is after the spell was cast the balance was knocked off scale. So the first or the devil we're aren't too sure who put the balance back. So now there's more apocalypses then ever, now here's the kicker. None of these new apocalypses are prophesied, so unless you hear about it through the demon grape vine, the shit's going to hit the fan. That's where Spike comes in, the battles he faces every week, nearly are always the end of the world."
"Wow..." Oz was really at a loss of words.
"Yeah, wow." And with that Conner got the ingredients to make a sandwich. He turned and looked at the purpled headed werewolf "You want one?"
"Sure"
Meanwhile up at Spike's bedroom...Spike and Drusilla lay in bed holding each other. Spike's wearing silk black pajama bottoms while Drusilla is wearing the pajama's top. Drusilla's head is buried into Spike's chest both about to succumb to sleep. "Daddy would be so proud of you now, William." Drusilla mumbled sleepily "Almost as proud as I am."
Spike opened his eyes slowly a ghost of a grin forming on his face. "Thanks, ducks."
"I love you, Spike."
Spike looked startled for a second, but then understood. They would always love each other, he completely, and Drusilla in her own way, the only way she can. "Love you too, Drusilla." They both closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep.
The Next day suburban neighborhood...A black Viper rolled up in front of a nice, but plain looking suburban home. Spike opened the door and got out wearing sunglasses and his patent duster, along with dark blue genes, a white t-shirt, and a silk blue shirt over that. He walked up to the door and put his sunglasses in his coat pocket, he shifted nervously for a second before tapping on the door. A few moments later a blonde woman in her early thirties answered the door. She looked Spike up and down with a critical eye before speaking. "Hello, umm who are you?"
Spike stuck out his hand, "Name's William Bradley, but people call me Spike. Is Nina here I have some news for her and it's rather important." Spike's accent was a blend between his usual cockney accent, and his upper class past.
"Yes she's here let me get her. Nina!" The woman called, a muffled "be right there" could be heard from the back of the house. A few moments latter Nina bounded to the front door, just to stop dead in her tracks. 'Spike! Maybe he's sending a message from Angel, but why would he send a message instead of coming himself? Maybe Angel's hurt, why is Spike in sunlight?'
Nina turned to her sister (Is that right?) "Thanks I'll handle this." And with that she walked out the door closing it behind her. She turned to look at Spike. "What's going on? Why are you in sunlight? Are you human? How's Angel?"
Spike chuckled, "Take a breather there pet and sit-down." Nina Sat down on the top of the porch steps, and Spike sat down next to her. "No I'm not human, this is a gift you could say, and as for Angel." Spike Paused for a moment and looked Nina in the eye. "I'm sorry, luv, but Angel died." Nina eyes watered and tears began to spill.
"That's why he wanted me to go away wasn't it? Because he knew he wasn't coming back, and he didn't want us hurt." The young blonde stated. Spike only nodded in confirmation.
"I'm here for three reasons Nina. One- To tell you about Angel. Two- to offer you a job, and three- at the very least we have a cage so you have somewhere to go on the full moons."
"You're offering me a job?" Nina asked slightly startled.
"Well-yeah. I'm continuing where Angel left off, got a group of my own now, we could always use the help. You should come with me anyways pet, cause I got a werewolf on my team, and he has complete control of the wolf. Even when in wolf form he has control of the wolf, so if you don't want to be a hero, maybe we could give you back a somewhat more normal life."
Nina gives a small smile, "Thank you. I don't know if I want to be a hero, but learning how to control my wolf, well that's a dream come true."
Spike nods his head and stands up, he reaches down and grabs Nina's hands and pulls her up. He looks at her and gives her a sad smile. "I'll leave ya to mourn or whatever. Been dealing with too much grieve lately, last twenty four hours had to tell Fred's and Gunn's family about them." He shakes his head slightly "I'm gonna go get drunk."
Nina gives out a small laugh, "Have fun doing that." Spike gives her a half smile and then vanishes off to the viper, leaving her to deal with her grief.
Nina's house 7 P.M...Nina's sitting at the computer in the living room working on a term paper for class when she hears "Nina, we're going to church, we'll be back at nine, ok?"
"Yeah, see you guys when you get back. Have fun." Nina smiles to herself as she turns to see her niece give her a glare; her niece really didn't like church. Nina's sister gives her a warm smile and with her daughter they walk off to the garage and drive to church. Nina just turns and gives a sigh 'I hate term papers.' And for the next several hours Nina worked diligently on her term paper, not once looking at the time. When she finally finished she clicked save on the computer and let out an exhausted sigh. Only then did she look at the clock "Twelve Fifteen!" She yelled out. Her Sister and niece haven't come home yet, there three hours over due. 'Oh my god, Oh my god, what if something happened to them! Damn it why didn't I ask Spike for his number!' Nina decided to go to the church and see if their still there or if anyone there knew where they were.
20 minutes later outside of Nina's church...
Nina walked up the church steps and noticed the front door was halfway open. It seemed unusual, but she needed answers so she entered without a moment of hesitation. The church looked desolate, and cold. Usually a warm place, but any warmth she once felt here was gone. She looked around the room searching for a preacher, or her sister and niece, when her eyes fell on the cross in the front of the room. The cross was huge and had a replica of Jesus on it, nails in hands wound on the side just as the Bible describes. But the statue, the replica was moving, Nina ran up to it to see if her suspicion was confirmed. The replica was moving; it's usual marble colored form was the color of flesh, but it was the replica, and it was bleeding and moaning in pain. "Oh my"
"God." A deep melodic voice with a thick Irish accent said from behind her.
Nina spun around to look into a pair of chocolate brown eyes, his face Angelic, his hair a long dark brown going slightly past his shoulders. His cloths were all black, black shirt, black pants, black shoes, and a black leather trench coat. Nina looked at him tears in her eyes and asked. "Angel?"
The figure smirked and then smacked her down to the ground and replied "Not quite."
Nina crumbled at the foot of the living replica, she looked up the side of her face ,fear in her eyes. "Angelus?"
The figure kicked her ribs so hard she spat up blood. "Wrong again child." The figure picked Nina up by the collar of her shirt and brought her to his face. "The names Liam. You look confused dear, well you should be. Let me tell you something about vampires." And with that Liam through Nina into one of the benches. "When a person is turned into a vampire, their mortal soul is sent to purgatory. But not me, no my soul was intercepted and sent somewhere else. And let me tell you, it wasn't Heaven." Liam Smirked "Father's been teaching me, say's I'm his Champion. After all if God" The word god is spat from his mouth "Gets a champion so does father."
Nina looked confused and terrified. "I-If you were Angel's soul before he died, what about when he got it back?"
Liam let out a harsh laugh "Stupid gypsies didn't return me to his body, so they gave him a new blank soul just for him. After all they couldn't find me in purgatory, wasn't there. For 250 years I've been waiting for him to die, so I could once again become flesh and fulfill my fathers dreams."
"Father? Who's your father?" Nina asked hesitantly, silently praying to get out of there alive.
Liam smiled down at Nina "Oh, he has so many names, but one very common. Lucifer."
Nina's eyes widened in shock. Before she could reply a low moan of pain was heard from the replica.
Liam turned swiftly to the replica and smacked it across the face. "Shut up! Me and one of your children are having a conversation!" Liam shakes his head and looks back at Nina, "Some people are just rude."
"Is he..."
"The real Jesus Christ?" Liam chuckles, "No, no of course not, although it believes it is, it feels his feelings it thinks like him. I used my father's power to animate the replica. So I could see the look of pure agony on Christ's face when I raped your niece to death." Liam tilted his head to the side. "Did you know she's a screamer?" A sadistic smile plastered on his face. With a movement of his hand an area of the church became illuminated, and revealed the dead bodies of Nina's sister and niece. Her sister's neck twisted at an impossible angle, and her niece's clothes were ripped, tears had stained her cheeks and her throat was slit.
"You bastard!" Nina screamed as she ran full force at Liam. Liam whipped around her and put a knife to her throat.
"Now, before I slit you throat little girl, ask yourself this. If you're worth anything, then why isn't God sending his peroxide pest to save you? It's because God doesn't care if you live or die your not a part of the grand scheme of things. Your.Not.Important." And with that Liam slit Nina's throat, and let her drop to the ground. Liam turns to the replica, "And no matter how much they scream and no matter how much they cry and beg. They will be immortal, living forever under my father's rule, being cut open and sliced and shot and hung, and they will not die. They will pray for the end of the world they will pray for the end of existence and you will never get the message." Liam turns away from the replica and walks down the isle to exit the church. Stopping midway Liam's voice turns from the melodic Irish accent to a dark powerful voice. "Amen." The windows of the church shatter, and the cross along with the animated replica of Jesus Christ are set aflame. Liam exit's the building, the only noise that can be heard through the neighborhood are the screams of torment from the replicated Jesus Christ.
Across town at the hyperion...Drusilla tosses and turns in her bed, images of fire flow over her eyes, sounds of screams echo in her ears. She opens her eyes, tears gushing from her eyes, as pains from the past and present mingle together. She gasps for unneeded breaths and whispers to herself.
"God doesn't live there anymore."
TBC...A/N: Well tell me what you think of my stories big bad. I know it got a bit dark there, but it had to. This isn't a lovable nerd, fashion drama queen; this has to be the big bad of all big bad's. Tell me if it was unexpected or if he was wicked. I'm still interested in people's ideas for Spike's Love interest.
Devilus: sorry but Fred is dead so it can't be her.
I like the suggestions so far keep 'em coming.
BAKAMAN: You got a thing against Buffy I take it? I understand season six and quite a bit of season seven made me not enjoy her either. I don't know about a Conner/Buffy smack down, but it would be interesting to see. The Dana suggestion's unique; I'll definitely file that away as one of my more likely possibilities, but no promises :).
Hieiko: I'm glad you like the crew I'm forming. And don't worry I'm not going to rush him into a relationship. This story isn't going to be short there will be trials and tribulations so there will be plenty of time for him being alone, and getting someone too. I like your Spike/Cordy fics not enough of those around in the world.
