A/N thanks for the review ookamimaster. It's alway's exciting to get a new reviewer. And believe it or not, but you're the third person to tell me that I inspired them to write something. I'm real honored to hear that. Now what were your favorite chapter's and if you like this story then read another one of my stories called The Hunter.

Now for a little back history on this story inparticular. When I originally wrote it I was planning on it being Wesley's soul going into Tara instead of Angel. But I like the way it turned out this way instead. As I got deep into this story I was going to rewrite it and have it being either Wesley or Angel going into Faith's body instead of Tara's. anyway on with the next chapter.

Chapter 23

Nibblet

Undisclosed time L.A.

The vision's Spike was having only seemed to get worse, since he left Sunnydale. In fact most of his victim's would get away because when he was trying to feed, he would have very...very powerful and painful visions. And because of that for the last month, he was forced to go to a butchers and drink pigs blood. Or he would have to pay for blood at a demon bar. But after drinking it he would feel a sense of guilt over it being human's blood. To top it all off he never found Dru, after they fell into the murky water in Sunnydale. It was like she just dissappeared off the face of the earth.

Losing his woman and quite possibly his mind, he did what every man would do in that situation. He went to the nearest bar and got smashed. As Spike finishes his drink, he sets the glass on the table and reaches into his jeans to get money for another one. But before he can order, someone places a fresh drink on his table. Spike looks up to see a man standing in front of his table, staring at him and smiling.

"Sorry mate." Spike says as he pushes the man's drink away. "But you're not my type." with that said Spike put's some money on the bar, for another drink. As he looks up the man continues to look at him without leaving. "What are you gawking at?"

"You know... we really should talk." the short man say's with an irish accent.

"You know? Really not." Spike say's as he stands and gets up in the man's face. "I don't know what you're selling, but it's best if you piss off, if you know what's good for you." Spike says as he turns to walk away.

"Hey, Spike..." the man calls out. Spike stops walking, when he see's that the man knows his name. "Once upon a time there was a vampire. And he was one of the meanest vampires in all the land. All the other vampires were afraid of him, he was such a...bastard. Then one day he's cursed with visions by an Angel."

"Who the bloody 'ell are you?" Spike asks as he whirls on him. Then he angrily grabs the man's wrist, knocking the glass from the his hand, causing it to shatter on the floor. "And I don't want any of that cryptic shit butch. I want to know who...or what you are..." he said as he smelled the stench of demon on him. "what you want, and how fast I can snap your forearm before you answer."

"Easy, man." the Irish demon said as he tried to snacth his arm away. "My name is Doyle."

"Well Doyle, that's one of my questions that you've answered." Spike said as he let his arm go.

"Now what the 'ell do you want with me?"

"They told me to set you on your destiny." Doyle answered.

"They?" Spike asked with an arched eyebrow. "Who the 'ell are they?"

"Them." Doyle said as he pointed up to the sky.

"I thought I told you..." Spike said as he grabbed his arm again roughly. "...that I didn't want any of that cryptic shit? Now them who?"

"The...the Powers that be." Doyle struggled out.

"The Powers that be, what?" Spike asked.

"It's God or whatever manevolent force you choose to believe in."

"Right." Spike says with a sarcastic tone. "God want's me to be a good guy."

"That's right." Doyle said as he puts his hand on Spike's shoulder, to stop him from leaving. "You've got a destiny..." Spike turns on Doyle, putting his hand to his throat, violently pushing his back to the wall.

"I don't give a piss about destiny." Spike stated honestly. "Now you take this destiny crap and tell the Powers to sod off."

"What about the visions?" Doyle asks, stopping Spike in his tracks. "You know they're like brain pictures, but they hurt. Like when you eat ice cream too fast. You start seeing people in trouble from your past and..."

"And just how do I stop those?" Spike asked as he looked down at him. "Know so much about me, you must know I get really violent when I'm being played. Now how do I stop them?"

"I honestly don't know." Doyle said as he started to fidget. "The powers would have chosen Angel, but..."

"Yeah that sounds like Captain Forehead's beat." Spike interrupted.

"Angel's not in the picture anymore. He's dead."

"Not that I care, but who got him?" Spike asked.

"The Seraphim."

"Bloody 'ell."

"Yeah, now listen I don't know how to stop your vision problem. Believe me, I know how it feels, but I can promise you this, whatever happened to you ends tonight."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Spike asked.

"Meet me here around midnight and find out." Doyle replied as he slipped him a card. "Be seeing you Spikey boy." Doyle replied as he turned to leave. "Oh and take these with you." Doyle said as he turned and handed something in a bag over to Spike. With that he left.

Spike watched his retreating form and sighed. Placing the card in his duster pocket and the bag at his side, he sat back down at the bar and ordered another drink.

Later that night

An alley

Spike wasn't a bit surprised when the address on the card led to an alley. With a sigh he begins to walk down the alley, when suddenly he hears the sound of a struggle up ahead of him. Then the coppery smell of blood filled the air. Quickening his pace, he turned a corner and saw a trio of vampires feeding off of a married couple and a little boy.

"Evening." Spike drawled as he approached them.

"Piss off, pal." One of the vamps said, as he looked up at Spike in annoyance.

"Easy now." Spike said with a cocky smile. "I just wanted to know if a bloke could join the fun?" he asked as he slipped into his vampiric visage. The vamp he was talking to, tilt his head to the side and smiled.

"Alright, you can join." he said as he moved to the side, to give Spike room to feed off of the woman. As Spike leaned in to feed on the now dead woman, a very painful vision hit.

Spike screamed out in pain and scampered away from the vampires.

"No I can't do this. I'm not a monster." he said repeating what he was saying in one of his visions. As he slipped back into his human guise he tripped over a huge cardboard box and something fell on top of him. Looking up he saw a little four year old girl with blonde hair and green eyes, staring down at him.

"So that's where you went?" one of the vampires said as he dragged the girl, kicking and screaming off of Spike. "I was looking all, over for you." he said as he took the girl, where the other vamps were.

"Please no!" she shouted out in her little tiny voice. "Please...I believe in you!" she yelled to Spike with pleading eyes.

That seemed to spark another vision in Spike's mind, as he thrashed on the ground in pain. He had a vision of himself, looking a wreck with the blonde Slayer hovering over him, telling him sincerely that she believed in him. That he was a good man.

"He's not going to help you little girl." the vamp holding her snarled as he prepared to bite down into her neck. Only for his eyes to go wide and for him to crumble into dust.

"I rather think I will." Spike said as he lowered his makeshift stake and helped the little girl to her feet. "Run." Spike told her. Turning around he was met with a fist to the face.

"What the hell is with you?" one of the vamps snarled as he looked down on Spike.

"You're killing your own kind and for what?" he asked.

"Because she believe's in me." Spike replied as he did a flip to get back to his feet.

Spike starts to fightboth vampires at once. They are kicking and punching each other. Almost in slow motion Spike's coat billows around him as he high-kicks a vampire on the top of a car. Turning Spike crouches close to the ground to sweep-kick the ankles of the other vampire, knocking him off balance and sending it sprawling to the ground.

Spike stands, waiting for the two vampires to charge at him again. There's a clicking noise as Spike's arms stiffen. The vampires run at Spike, who holds his arms out to his sides, revealing he's triggered hidden stakes to unfurl from his wrists. The vampires run into the stakes, and dust screaming. After the dust clears, Spike admires the gadgets on his wrists. They are what Doyle left him in the bag.

Hearing the little girl cry, snaps him out of his musings. Slowly but surely he walks over to her.

"Th...thank you." the little girl says with glassy eye's as she looks up at Spike.

"Oh don't thank me, little one." Spike says as he morphs into his vampiric face. As he leans in to bite her she screams and a overwhelming vision strikes him. The force of which sends him to the ground in a heap.

He's having a vision of a girl around the age of thirteen. He see's himself protecting her from a hell goddess and watching over her. Just as Spike was about to stand to his feet a dark shadow with an aura of light cascaded down on him. As it went inside of his body, he goes limp and unmoving.

Not knowing what else to do, the girl slowly approached him. As she got within five feet of him, Spike suddenly stood to his feet and turned around to look at her in his human face.

"Pl...please don't hurt me." the girl begged, as she looked over at the dead bodies of her parents and her older brother. Spike followed her line of vision and sighed.

"Were those your parent's?" Spike asked as he looks back at her. The girl is feeled with so much fear, she can't speak. "It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you, pet." he assured.

"Do you promise?" she asked. Spike only nodded his head. With that the girl ran to Spike, threw herself against him and started to cry.

"It's going to be alright." Spike whispered in her ear as he gently stroked her hair. "No tears, luv. Don't cry." After a few minutes, her tears subsided and she looked up at Spike.

"Are they dead?" she asked. Spike looked into her green eyes. He was lost for a minute in them because the little girl reminded him of somebody.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, luv but their dead."

"So what's going to happen to me now?" she asked, sounding much older then her years.

"Well I'm going to take you someplace safe, Nibblet." Spike says as he picks her up in his arms and heads out of the alley.

"My name isn't Nibblet." the girl said rubbing a fist against her watery eyes. "It's Anne."

"Anne it is then." Spike says as they walk out of the alley. She lay's her head on his shoulder and starts to cry softly.

"At a boy Spike." Doyle said from his position on the fire escape down the alley. He had watched the entire fight and he was rather impressed. But what he couldn't understand was what that dark shadow was.

"He did really good." a woman said from beside him. Snapping him out of his musings.

"That he did Cordelia." Doyle said as he moved over so she could sit by him. Which she promptly did. "But what I don't understand is what that dark shadow was."

"We foresaw the death of Angel in this timeline and since Tara was messing up with Spike we had no choice but to step in."

"So you're the one that's been sending him all of those visions?" Doyle asked as he looked at her.

"Well, duh." Cordelia said as she slapped him on the back of the head. "Spike was never meant to turn into a hero this soon. He had to be molded into a champion, because of the chip in his head and for the love of Buffy. Which brings me to that shadow..." she said as she ran her hand through her hair. "The way things were going in this timeline Spike wasn't going to become a hero at all. Even after all of the visions we sent him."

"So that shadow was..."

"Yeah." Cordelia answered. "That's just how serious this is. We didn't have a choice but to do it."

"So why aren't you callin' Tara your champion?"

"She is one, but she needs help." Cordelia answered. "Besides she has a slightly different journey to travel."

"But what part does the little girl play in all of this?" Doyle asked.

"Her destiny has been severely altered." Cordelia said as she stood to her feet and looked up into the nights sky. "She was supposed to die down in this alley, but now she's needed to be Spike's anchor, in this world."

"So what's going to happen to Spike now?" Doyle asked as he looked up at her.

"I don't know." Cordelia answered as she looked down at him. "But I can't wait to find out." she said with a smile. And with that Doyle stood to his feet and they both faded away into the darkness.

TBC...

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