Summary: What if Buffy had gone with Angel into that hell dimension on the finale of Season2? My first fan fiction, I think this would be considered AU.
Disclaimers: Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon own it all. This just all just for entertainments sake, I hope.
Spike knew something was up. He felt it in his bones. For some reason beyond his comprehension his grand sire was calling him. He'd been on quite a binge lately. After the whole Acathla debacle, Dru had been unwilling to forgive him and took up with a chaos demon in South America. Now here he was, back in Sunnyhell. Alone, depressed, nursing a hangover and with the strongest urge to seek out that great pouf, Angelus, or Angel as he was now known. Buffy supposedly sent him to hell, leave it to the slayer to muck that up. She was certainly love's bitch. But who was he to talk? God, he was such a failure as a vampire sometimes. He couldn't even overcome his emotions without a soul, why harp on the slayer? Dru was the worst sire ever, just his luck to have a crazy loon for a sire and then spend 100 years loving her. Loser!
Maybe Angel had lost his soul again? No, that would be too much luck, good or bad, he just wasn't sure. No matter what Angelus had done to him, the attachment Spike felt for him could never be diminished. So here he was, searching for the vampire who would kill him as soon as look at him. But, maybe not. He had had plenty of chances and didn't go thought with it. Spike knew, despite Angel's denials, there was a bit of a connection on his part as well. Neither vampire could quite come to terms with it, though.
He drove the Desoto up to the mansion, maybe he was back. Wherever Angel was, he was close. He just had to keep looking or go mad. This was nuts. Bollocks it all anyway! Spike just wanted to keep driving until he hit San Francisco, but he didn't. Have to find Angel.
As he walked up to the mansion, he saw a girl all in black. She was certainly a looker, that one. And the body on her. Bloody hell, stay focused. Angel. Once inside, he could see that no one had lived here since the three of them had shared the place. But wait, what was this? Someone had been here, there were fresh burn marks on the floor. He lifted his nose to the air, Angel had been here and not more than a day or so ago.
Faith had seen the vampire enter the mansion and followed him in. He was looking for something and she had a feeling she knew what it was. He was definitely hot. Really took care of himself, not like most she dusted. "What a shame," she thought with a shrug, "oh well." She pulled out her stake, thinking the vamp was preoccupied in his thoughts, and approached him from behind. At that same moment Spike fell to the floor and whipped his leg around dropping Faith to the ground. She hit with a thud and lost her breath for a moment, giving Spike the chance to jump on top of her and pin her to floor, with his arm on her throat.
"Well, well, what have we got here, pet?" He ran his nose along her cheek. "The second slayer? You and Buffy really are opposites, I'd say. She being so light and you, princess, you being so very dark. This could be so much fun." Spike held his face close to hers and smelled in the richness of her. So different than the other, oh yes, this could be fun.
"Enjoy the position while you can, 'cause baby, I can tell you right now, you will never be on top again." Faith used all her weight to lift her legs and pelvis and flip Spike's body up, over her head. He landed with a grunt on his stomach, Faith's head between his legs.
"Now princess, I think this is a position we could both get use to."
Despite her precarious spot, Faith felt a rush of heat rush through her body, it's just because he has an accent like Giles, she thought, and it's been so damn long. She better dust this one before things got out of hand. She jumped up, landed on Spike's back and got him in a choke hold. "So, precious, better enjoy this position because it's about to be the last one you'll ever be in." She grabbed the stake that had fallen to her side and was trying to decide whether to dust him or rip his clothes off. The hesitation was enough to give Spike the time to try and dissuade her.
"Look princess, I have no beef with you. I actually helped Buffy the last time I was in town, ask her."
"You know Buffy?" Faith loosened her grip, just slightly.
"Know her? She and I are great mates, really. I have reason to believe Angelus is back and I just wanted to warn her." Spike was amazingly pleased with himself, he had come up with that one on the fly and it seemed to be working. The new slayer had let him go and was backing up towards the wall. She still had the stake in her hand, but she wasn't about to kill him at the moment.
Faith looked at him, she knew he was just bullshitting her, but she was confidant she could handle this one. He was strong, but she was stronger. "How do you know he's back?"
"I can sense him, he's my grand-sire, we have a certain connection." Spike wiped the blood from his nose and gave the new slayer a good look. My god, she was magnificent! Her long, dark hair, the smokey eyes that looked as if she had just had sex, those moist, pouty lips. He could smell the sensuality radiating off of her. She didn't have any of the repression that made Buffy such a prig. Oh yes, this one was a thing of beauty.
Faith saw the way he was looking at her and it almost made her blush. She could always tell when a man wanted her and this demon wanted her, badly. The really weird thing was, she wasn't offended by it. She found him exciting, hot. It had been so long since she had had sex. Living with Joyce made her want to be good, moral, for Joyce's sake. And, if she were totally honest, she wanted to make more out of her life than just slaying, eating and sex. With this new gang in Sunnydale, Faith felt that she had a chance, they wanted her and she so wanted to belong with them. She so had to get back to Joyce and her moral values. Besides, she'd feel like she was cheating on Giles. Silly girl. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, "Who are you , besides being Angel's what, kid?"
"The name is Spike, aka: William the Bloody, but that was a long time ago. Angel turned a crazy twit named Drusilla, who then turned me. We use to hang out together a lot, 'bout 100 years ago. Then Angelus got cursed with his soul and turned into Mr. Broody, the great pouf. He was no fun after that. Anyway, something's up and I know he's here, somewhere. Thought I should warn Buffy. She did me a good turn awhile back and I thought I should do the same for her." Spike looked up at Faith with half closed eyes. "S'ok if I get up. Promise, no physical contact, unless you ask for it."
"Yeah, like that'll happen. Stay here, I'll speak to them about this and be back. If I see you outside of the mansion, I'll kill you. No questions asked. Got it? So, it's either leave town now or wait for me here" She turned and walked out, but not before a warning. "Spike, if you try anything, I will kill you. You can count on that."
"Princess, wouldn't think of it. I have a feeling you and I are going to be great mates." He gave a small chuckle and lit a cigarette. This was turning into something, he didn't know what yet, but something he didn't want to miss.