Spike had been sifting through the dusty attic all morning trying to decide what he was going to keep and what he was going to give away. But everything was reminding him of his mother. Jewelry, cloths, pictures and everywhere he looked she was there. He was just glad that her funeral had been a nice one – far better then that of turning to dust in his last life.
"Books, books and more bloody books" he muttered to himself as he plundered the contents of the nearest box.
The funeral of Mrs. Anne Charlotte Winters in a very mournful time for her young son with and old soul and he hardly spoke to any of those who came to pay their final respects to her. Of course Giles and Roberts were there too, and had been with him since her death. He had absolutely no way of getting rid of the two watchers; number one being that he was a slayer (whoever the hell that happened) and number two, he had no living family left.
But he was thankful that ol' Giles still had some shred of common sense and managed to keep his companion on a leash so Spike was able to mourn in peace. So here boxes filled with cloths and trinkets surrounded him that had become a creative mess since he set foot in the room. Spike was trying to do anything to forget where he knew this new life was taking him. And yet as he gripped the sides of an old antique mirror and pulled it out of the way, he found a medium trunk with a yellowed lettered sitting on top. Scrawled across its front was his name in elegant penmanship.
Tarring it open, Spike's heart skipped a beat when he noticed whom it was from – his father.
Dear William,
I'd like to start out by telling you how truly sorry I am for having left you and your mother – death can do that to a man. I'm sorry that I never got to watch you grow up past the age of four and everything else that had always mattered to me as a father.
But I needed to tell you something of great importance. Now I know this letter must confuse you and I know that most people wouldn't be so understanding and just toss it away, but you aren't like most people. To get to the point I knew what was going to happen before it did, as I was a Seer for the Powers that Be…
Spike dropped the letter in shock. The Powers that Be? Weren't they those higher beings that Buffy had spoken about that would give Peaches back his humanity if he did their dirty work? Yes, that was it. First they had a half demon play as the seer for the Poof and then they gave it to the cheerleader when he died.
Regaining his composure, he picked the letter back up and continued to read.
I helped many innocent people with my powers, but I also saw many things that had nothing to do with saving people. A messenger came to tell me on the day of your birth that you were special – that you had a destiny that I couldn't fathom. As for getting to be the father of a reincarnated hero, I didn't know what to say. I was told that you were to become the first ever male slayer; an honor and curse like no other. I was told that it was to be your reward for having saved the world
And then I started to get the visions of things to come that involved my family. The two things that burned permanently in my mind where see you fighting against evil upon the Hellmouth of all places…
"Oh this just gets better and better"
…and my own death. So I'm truly sorry that I could never be there for you son, but we all have decisions to make that effects our fates. I know that you will be thinking that you took the life my son and that you are the real inhibitor of you body, but you have always been my son. When you received to slayer powers was when you're past life memories returned to you, blurring out those of the new. The contents of this trunk are my final gift to you and I have the 'feeling' that you'll like them. Please be careful in the years to come – that is the only fatherly advice that I'll be able to give you. Be well and use your powers wisely. I love you…
Yours truly, Tybalt Winters
Spike sat in flabbergasted silence, breathing in shallow breaths that were choked with dust. With trembling fingers he unlatched the truck's lock and opened the lid. At the top of the pile was a black leather duster – a replica of the one he had taken from the slayer Nikki Wood in his past life. He snatched it out and held it to his nose, inhaling the rich sent of it and found a small note within its pocket.
This used to be mine during my rebel days, I saw you wearing it and now it's yours.
Without hesitation Spike pulled the familiar coat on and it settled down upon his shoulders as though it belonged. With a smirk he looked back down into the truck. There were weapons, spell books, rare items for all kinds of things, and the most surprising of all, a few bottles of hair dyeing bleach.
"You thought of everything now didn't you" he snickered at the gift at the near thirteen year old gift.
"William, are you still up here?"
It was Giles.
"Yes watcher, I'm still up here"
Giles mounted the stairs and came towards him.
"I wanted to tell you that I have to go now"
"Go where?" Spike asked.
"I've been given the job as watcher to the other new slayer – her watcher just died not that long ago and she'll need the training in order to survive" Giles replayed, but didn't look him in the eye.
"Then I'm coming with you"
"No you can't do that. The Council – "
"Sod the Council" Spike snapped. "They are all just a bunch of wankers and I know that you plan to go to the Hellmouth and that's where Buffy is"
"How did you know that?" he gasped.
Spike bit his tongue. He just had to go and let that slip didn't he?
"Well… my father was seer, I think I inherited some of his power" he lied smoothly.
"And what did you?"
"I saw myself fighting beside your new slayer on Hellmouth"
Giles sighed and removed his glasses for a good cleaning – something's never change no what world your in.
"Oh fine, you can come. Better that the Hellmouth has two guardians then one anyway"
"I'm glad you agree. So then it's off to Sunnydale!"
Buffy Summers moved about the new room in her new house in the small town of Sunnydale. She and he mother Joyce had moved here for a brand new start since her father Hank left them. She was still actively taking an off from being a slayer and it still continued even though she had left Pike for their own separate paths.
It hadn't been long before she returned back to her mother and just about to at her new school halfway through the year, Buffy wasn't a happy camper. She had also just received a letter that she would be getting a new watcher to replace Merrick since his death. No one could replace Merrick. He may have been an old stuffy British man that was going bald, with no idea about how teenage girls worked, but he had still be a nice person – he hadn't deserved to die.
"Buffy! Get down here please. I need help to finish unpacking and I won't get it done tomorrow because you'll be at school and I'll be at the gallery" her mother called up the stairs.
She let out a loud audible groaning. "Sure mom, I'll be down in a minute"
When she got entered the living she found her mother putting up all the treasured family pictures on the walls in order to make their new house a home.
"So honey, please talk to me"
"Is that what you really wanted? To talk with me?"
"Buffy you were expelled from Hemery because you burned down the gym!" Joyce cried and turned to face her. "I want to know what's wrong you. Its this because of the divorce isn't it?"
"Mom it has nothing to do with the divorce! It isn't anything you'd understand!"
"Try me!"
Buffy opened her mouth to speak, but her voice caught in her throat. Her mother wouldn't understand about destiny and vampire slaying, but then again who would she ever be able to keep this from her mother.
"Mom… I umm… well… do you believe in vampires?"
I don't believe that was the greatest work I coulda done, but it was all I could do to think up some explanations and make a connection to get into season one. Oh and it was a little sort for my own liking as well.I dropped Pike because he wasn't even really a character and I'll have enough to go will by adding Willow, Xander and Angel. Also Tybalt means 'he who sees'Tell me what you think. Later!