~*~FINALLY A CHAPTER ON SPIKE!- i know you've been waiting. Well here it
is! Enjoy- i know its short. Sorry. There will be much more. Much juicy
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Spike sat on his coffin in his newly acquired crypt. It was nice real estate, and Spike didn't want to ask what had happened to the previous residents. He stretched and stood up; it would take a bit to make the place comfy but for now it was functional. It was midday and Spike stood in the middle crypt half naked avoiding the rays of light that forced their way through the small grimy windows. Tonight would be the night. He had spotted her last night as he was come back through the graveyard. He had ducked behind a large tombstone and had hoped to god that she hadn't seen him; he didn't think she had but you never knew. Then he began mulling over what had happened in the past few months. It wouldn't be dark for another couple hours and he had plenty to think about. It had taken a lot to get him back here. Back to Sunnydale, back to his Slayer.
~*~ Several Months Ago~*~
"Dru! How many times do I have to tell you not to leave our new friends to wake up in the sun?" Spike yelled. He watched the newly born vampire slowly burn and eventually dust. The boy had been entertaining and then so tasty last night they had decided he might make good company for the next couple centuries. All that was shot now. Dru had left the boy in the sun. Or rather in the way of a window that sun just happens to come through when its daytime. It hadn't been sunny last night. And after the automatic curtains had opened due to the lack of light through most of the day, it was all over; the setting sun had broken through the clouds and was streaming through the panes of glass. The boy had awoken to a burning sensation on his back, he had rolled over and by the time he realized he was aflame, it was too late. He started screaming for help and Spike jumped down from the loft upstairs and found him almost to cinders. It was too bad. Drusilla appeared behind Spike and watched the final moments before the kid turned to specks on the ground; another dusted. "Oops, I'm sorry pet, I should have put the boy farther out of the light.I was just trying to burn him a bit. I thought it would be fun to watch him burn a little."
"Dru, this is the fifth time you have done this in the past month. I don't appreciate you ruining all the potential companions."
"Sorry, pretty." Then Dru got lost in her own world and started looking around and speaking gibberish, all Spike could make out was the word "Slayer" it made his heart jump, that is if it could. "No bloody hell, this can't be happening." He thought to himself. He was still thinking about that Slayer. She had intrigued him; especially since she had worked with him instead of killing him like most would have tried to do. They had defeated Angellus together with the deal that if Spike helped then he could take Dru back and they would leave and never return. Well now that he had gotten his girl back, it wasn't the same. He kept thinking about that girl who he had left to the mercy of Angellus. Spike began to pace in circles; he was starting to act more and more like Dru every day. Just bloody crazy. He was thinking about The Slayer and whether or not she was safe and alive. He was insane. Then he picked up something else Dru was saying, "Slayer gone, world gone, buh bye." Spike became frantic; he sat down on their couch, "The Slayer, gone? What the hell? But how?" his thoughts became so farfetched and fast that he lost track of what he was thinking. "Dru!" He called out to her, "What do you say we go out to eat tonight?" He needed something to calm himself down with. Blood usually does that to a man.
"Whatever you want pet." Dru had gone back upstairs and had begun painting her fingernails blood red.
"Lets go." Spike grabbed his duster and began to walk towards the door.
"But Spikey, I just started painting my nails, they aren't perfect yet, and you know how much I like scraping them down men's faces right before I kill them."
"Fine darling, but I'm waiting outside." Spike opened the door to their covered doorstep and watched the final shafts of light disappear. It was early and there was plenty of eating to be done.
Over the next few weeks Spike had pulled into himself more, thinking about the Slayer and what had happened. Dru never noticed, because she had found a new toy to play with, some newly born vampire that had caught her eye. She was playing the harlot again to regain Spike's attention but it wouldn't happen. He was lost to her now, he had to see her again, see the Slayer again. Or at least find out what had happened. There had been no word from Angellus but you never knew what he was going to do, the old man was too unpredictable. Spike hoped that she wasn't dead; it might kill him again if she was. He didn't yet understand the feelings he had for her, but in the coming weeks he would come to learn how much he cared for her. How much he wanted her. It forced him to return to Sunnydale against all better reasoning. He had told Dru that he need some time alone and he had a job to do. Which he did, so Dru let him go and Spike returned to Sunnydale to see if he could even catch a glimpse of the beautiful Slayer.
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Spike sat on his coffin in his newly acquired crypt. It was nice real estate, and Spike didn't want to ask what had happened to the previous residents. He stretched and stood up; it would take a bit to make the place comfy but for now it was functional. It was midday and Spike stood in the middle crypt half naked avoiding the rays of light that forced their way through the small grimy windows. Tonight would be the night. He had spotted her last night as he was come back through the graveyard. He had ducked behind a large tombstone and had hoped to god that she hadn't seen him; he didn't think she had but you never knew. Then he began mulling over what had happened in the past few months. It wouldn't be dark for another couple hours and he had plenty to think about. It had taken a lot to get him back here. Back to Sunnydale, back to his Slayer.
~*~ Several Months Ago~*~
"Dru! How many times do I have to tell you not to leave our new friends to wake up in the sun?" Spike yelled. He watched the newly born vampire slowly burn and eventually dust. The boy had been entertaining and then so tasty last night they had decided he might make good company for the next couple centuries. All that was shot now. Dru had left the boy in the sun. Or rather in the way of a window that sun just happens to come through when its daytime. It hadn't been sunny last night. And after the automatic curtains had opened due to the lack of light through most of the day, it was all over; the setting sun had broken through the clouds and was streaming through the panes of glass. The boy had awoken to a burning sensation on his back, he had rolled over and by the time he realized he was aflame, it was too late. He started screaming for help and Spike jumped down from the loft upstairs and found him almost to cinders. It was too bad. Drusilla appeared behind Spike and watched the final moments before the kid turned to specks on the ground; another dusted. "Oops, I'm sorry pet, I should have put the boy farther out of the light.I was just trying to burn him a bit. I thought it would be fun to watch him burn a little."
"Dru, this is the fifth time you have done this in the past month. I don't appreciate you ruining all the potential companions."
"Sorry, pretty." Then Dru got lost in her own world and started looking around and speaking gibberish, all Spike could make out was the word "Slayer" it made his heart jump, that is if it could. "No bloody hell, this can't be happening." He thought to himself. He was still thinking about that Slayer. She had intrigued him; especially since she had worked with him instead of killing him like most would have tried to do. They had defeated Angellus together with the deal that if Spike helped then he could take Dru back and they would leave and never return. Well now that he had gotten his girl back, it wasn't the same. He kept thinking about that girl who he had left to the mercy of Angellus. Spike began to pace in circles; he was starting to act more and more like Dru every day. Just bloody crazy. He was thinking about The Slayer and whether or not she was safe and alive. He was insane. Then he picked up something else Dru was saying, "Slayer gone, world gone, buh bye." Spike became frantic; he sat down on their couch, "The Slayer, gone? What the hell? But how?" his thoughts became so farfetched and fast that he lost track of what he was thinking. "Dru!" He called out to her, "What do you say we go out to eat tonight?" He needed something to calm himself down with. Blood usually does that to a man.
"Whatever you want pet." Dru had gone back upstairs and had begun painting her fingernails blood red.
"Lets go." Spike grabbed his duster and began to walk towards the door.
"But Spikey, I just started painting my nails, they aren't perfect yet, and you know how much I like scraping them down men's faces right before I kill them."
"Fine darling, but I'm waiting outside." Spike opened the door to their covered doorstep and watched the final shafts of light disappear. It was early and there was plenty of eating to be done.
Over the next few weeks Spike had pulled into himself more, thinking about the Slayer and what had happened. Dru never noticed, because she had found a new toy to play with, some newly born vampire that had caught her eye. She was playing the harlot again to regain Spike's attention but it wouldn't happen. He was lost to her now, he had to see her again, see the Slayer again. Or at least find out what had happened. There had been no word from Angellus but you never knew what he was going to do, the old man was too unpredictable. Spike hoped that she wasn't dead; it might kill him again if she was. He didn't yet understand the feelings he had for her, but in the coming weeks he would come to learn how much he cared for her. How much he wanted her. It forced him to return to Sunnydale against all better reasoning. He had told Dru that he need some time alone and he had a job to do. Which he did, so Dru let him go and Spike returned to Sunnydale to see if he could even catch a glimpse of the beautiful Slayer.