Greetings and Salutations. Finally, an update. Sorry for the wait. I'm stuck. Need help. Here's this much anyway. Enjoy.
It's later than I thought, Joyce thought as she headed for her dorm. After the movie, they'd headed back to Hank's for coffee. He was a perfect gentleman the entire night. The farewell kiss he gave her was on the cheek, but she'd work on that.
She was so wrapped in her thoughts that she didn't see the blonde walk up behind her until he grabbed her arm. She spun quickly. "Who are you?"
"Take it easy, pet." He said with a cockney accent. "I was just wonderin' what pretty little thing like you is doing walkin' around alone at night?" Joyce shuddered. There was something about him that didn't feel right. A disturbance in the Force given life, but if that was the case, then what was he?
"I'm just heading home." She said. "I had a date." The blonde grinned.
"No surprise there." He said. "You probably have to beat off suitors with stick." Joyce grinned. Not to far from the truth.
"So you still haven't answered my question." She said. "Who are you?"
"People call me Spike." He said, holding out his hand. Joyce took it. The first thing she noticed was how cold it was. The second was the fact that his hand tightened on hers, to the point where she couldn't get away.
"What are you doing?" She said, trying to pull away. Spike grinned and as he did, his face changed. It became ridged, his mouth full of fangs, his eyes gleamed an evil yellow.
"Just getting' a little snack." He said. "Who knows, maybe I'll keep you around afterwards." He pulled her close, his fang filled mouth leaning towards her neck. That does it, she thought, calling the Force. She focused her powers, pushing Spike away. The creature went flying, landing hard. "Bloody hell." He swore.
"What are you?" Joyce demanded. Spike grinned back at her.
"I was about to ask you that question." He sneered. "How the hell'd you do that?"
"You don't answer me, I'll show you what else I can do." She reached into her bag, her fingers closing around her lightsaber.
"Fine then." Spike said. "I'm a vampire. Your turn."
"Someone more than willing to wipe you out now that I know you're not human." She said, pulling out her lightsaber.
"What are ya…?" Spike stopped as Janelle ignited her lightsaber. "Bloody hell, I knew you were special, but…" He grinned once more, returning to his 'normal' face. "Looks like she was right. You are somethin' else. I'll be seein' you around. Take care of that daughter of yours." With that, he walked off. Joyce put her lightsaber away. So now someone else knew about her unborn daughters, or one of them at least. One of the more vicious inhabitants of this planet, and whoever this mystery 'she' was. She headed back to her dorm. She'd have to keep an eye out for Spike. He would not get her daughter.
Spike watched carefully from where he had hidden himself. Dru was right. She was special. And odds on that her Slayer daughter would be just as special. He grinned at the thought of it. He'd finally have a little one of his own, a Child that would do anything for her Sire, and a powerful one, even before he turned her. He couldn't wait.
"Elizabeth, concentrate." Elizabeth Anne Summers, glared at her mother. "And don't stare at me like that. I'm not letting you out until you make those balls float."
"But mom!" Young Elizabeth complained. "I wanna go out to play."
"Just finish this exercise, dear." Joyce said. "Then you can go out." Elizabeth nodded and turned back to the balls. She focused like her mother had taught her, using the Force to make the balls float. The sphere's hovered a few inches above the table. "Excellent." Elizabeth smile in delight, then made the balls float towards her mother, making them circle around Joyce's head. "Alright you. That's enough of that, little miss." She held out her hand, making the balls landed in her hand. Elizabeth giggled as her mother walked over to her, scruffing her hair. "Go on, go and play."
"Yay!" Elizabeth ran up the basement steps. Joyce smiled as she watched her daughter bounced up the stairs. She was such a happy little girl, not care in the world. Joyce just wished that she could grow up a normal little girl. But that wasn't in the cards for her. She sighed, pulling out her communicator.
"R4, has there been any word yet?" She said. The droid whistled a negative. "Thank the Force for that. There's no way Elizabeth is ready to go. Not yet. She's only five. I just hope Palpatine's forgotten about us." Fat chance of that, she thought.
Buffy ran through the cemetery. Vampires were real? And that old man wanted her to fight them? She had enough problems with her moms training. She didn't need this as well, especially the way they feel. The pure evil of them, the Dark Side of the Force, it had to be. She wished her mom would let her carry the lightsaber, especially now.
She watched as Merrick staked the vampire they had originally been waiting for. "Where's the other one?" The old man asked.
"She…" The remaining vampire leapt from nowhere, tackling her to the ground. Buffy managed to untangle herself from the creatures grip as Merrick pulled out another stake and threw it at her. Buffy watched with dismay as it sailed over her head. One chance.
She reached her hand up and focused. She reached out with the Force and pulled the stake into her hand. As soon as she grabbed it, she brought it down, piercing the vamps chest easily. She watched as it burst into dust.
The second Buffy walked in, Joyce knew something was wrong, she could feel it.
"Do you know what time it is?" She asked keeping the vapid disguise she had used for so long. Buffy looked at her, her eyes blank. Her clothes were scuffled, like she'd been in a fight. That or a make out session with Jeffrey.
"Ummm… around ten?" She said.
"Then we'd better get going." Hank said. Joyce looked up at her daughter.
"We'll talk later." She sent. Buffy nodded and headed up to bed. Joyce looked at the stairs one more time, and then walked off to finish getting ready.
Buffy looked at the creature that had been haunting her nightmares for so long. The one who had taken Merrick before he had had a chance to finish her training.
Lothos.
"Ah, my fool is dead." He said. "He was careless, always. Still, I'll pull out your tongue for that." Buffy started stepping back as he came towards her. "Don't you understand? I've killed you a dozen times. Your life is not a blink of my eye, not single breath. I have lived in the shadows, in the pulsing filth behind men's eyes, a thousand years and more. I have conversed with the worms that fed on my corpse, and I have bathed in the blood of emperors." Buffy stared at him. Was this guy for real?
"Have you ever thrown up in the front row of a Richard Marx concert?" She asked.
"What?" Buffy was gone before Lothos had even muttered the word. He couldn't believe the insolence of the girl. He raced after her, throwing her to the floor.
"You waste time." He said. "That is a sin." He knelt over her. "You are even weaker than the others." He said disdainfully.
"I think you've forgotten something." She said, holding up Merrick's cross. Lothos laughed, grabbing the crucifix, trapping her hand with his. The cross burst into flames.
"This is your only weapon?" he spat. "You puny faith."
"No." Buffy said, whipping up the can of hairspray in her other hand. "My keen fashion sense." She pushed down on the nozzle, spraying flame into the vampire king's face. He released her, and she reached into her purse again, pulling out her last weapon.
Her mother's lightsaber.
"Play times over, ugly." She said, a new confidence entering her voice as she ignited the laser blade. Lothos looked on in shock.
"What is this?" He demanded.
"Your last death." She said, holding it forward like her mother had taught her. Lothos charge forward, but found himself flying backwards.
"You are different." He said.
"If only you knew." Buffy said, charging forward. She leapt over him and swung the purple blade across his throat. His head flew through the air, dusting as it did. Buffy breathed a sigh of relief, switching the sabre off. Time to see how the others were doing.
Spike watched on in the shadow. Bloody hell, he thought. The chit was far better than he would have given her credit for. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed. He smiled. "Right as always, Dru." He whispered. "This one is special." He closed his eyes, thinking of the bloody carnage they would cause. It would rival anything Angelus had ever done. He chuckled as he made his way out. "I'll see you later pet."
So, that takes care of the movie, anyway. I know I didn't go into too much detail, mainly because I didn't know how to go about it. Still, I tried. I hope I'm not annoying any Spike fans. I liked him better evil, and I'm goin for him at his most evil. Did it work? R&R!
Stay tuned.
Doc.