Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Dark Reflections
Chapter Two: Daniel Nieves
A/N: A lot of this fanfic is based on the loose thought of what would happen if I'd been the story, I think it'd be kinda funny.
"You're alive?" She asked. Se couldn't pull away from the broken vampire, the one she broke.
"I sought out a legend over a girl. A demon who could grant other demons wishes." Spike said, standing up and looking down at the Slayer. "All I had to do was suffer through trials, I nearly died several times over. In the end he asked me, I could either become the chipless, soulless vampire I once was, or I could become more than a vampire." Spike continued, his eyes watering, but refusing to cry now. The Slayer wrapped her arms around him, to hug him, but he pulled away, a bitter look on his face.
"Don't try to make things better now Buffy. If you could just showed me emotion back then, and not broken my heart…To hell with that Buffy." He said angrily.
"Why do you love me Spike? After all I've done to you, why do you love me?" She asked baffled.
Spike chortled, and glared at her viciously. "I wanted to kill you. To end your existence and give me rest. But I love you Buffy Summers. After all you've done to me, after all I've done to you, I still love you. It doesn't end because you used me, or 'cos things get rough Slayer. I still love you, even when you beat the bloody crap out of me, my love doesn't stop 'cos you got this holier-than-thou bitch attitude going for you. I love you Summers. Till the end." He said, and she flung herself onto him, sobbing on his neck, tears trailing all the way to his collarbone.
"I love you Slayer." He said sadly, knowing that his love for her was against everything he was, and accepting that by loving her would only bring pain to his unlife. "I chose to be more than a vampire. For you. 'Cos I love you Buffy, so the demon gave me a bloody soul, a heartbeat, and more power than I've ever dreamed of. Plus no more sun allergies, or to crosses." He broke away from her embrace and silently glided towards the cross. He stood before it, and the Slayer's eyes widened as the wiry vampire wrapped his arms around it, without turning Kentucky fried.
He swiveled his head to face her once more. "Forgive me Buffy. Forgive me." He cried out loud. His tears poured on the cross, and he did not burn, merely his soul cried out for redemption, for forgiveness for all his trespasses. "Everybody I hurt, killed raped, they are all in my head Buffy. Telling me I'm not worth anything." Spike said sadly.
"Don't listen to them Spike. You're worth a lot, more deserving than anybody I've ever met, please Spike don't listen to them." Buffy pleaded, her hazel eyes glazed by tears.
"They say that you should stake me now, so I can go to hell and burn. Even you say it in my head." He said, turning his face away from her.
"No Spike. I forgive you." She said.
Without facing her, he said, "Even the thing beneath…beneath you Slayer." Spike continued ranting.
"Spike, we could make this work, me and you." Buffy sobbed.
"No Buffy. It won't. I realized that. I love you Buffy, but I can never be your lapdog again. I hate you for breaking me like that. And to you, no matter what I do, I'll always be soulless Spike." He released the cross, facing her again.
"I'll see you around Slayer. I'll help you in anything pertaining to the new Big Bad, but I can't be around you anymore than necessary." He walked away from her, exiting the church.
Buffy watched him walk away, ashamed of herself for degrading the master vampire, ashamed because he had loved her so much and she could not realize it. For hitting him, abusing him, for ever calling him an evil, soulless thing. Spike was more than that, it just took her too long to realize it, now it would be too late for them. With her taunting and her cruel words, she single handedly destroyed everything the could of ever had. No wonder Angel and Riley left….
I'm such a bitch…. She thought.
Witches Coven, England
"It's about time you go back Willow." Giles said.
"Not yet. I still have too much to learn so I won't go all bad and veiny again." She replied, sitting on the dewy grass outside the Coven. She stared up at the sky, marveling at it's beauty, things she had never thought of before had seemed so much better after she begun her classes.
"Willow, I know you fear rejection and all, but they need you in Sunnydale, something bad is going to happen, and you need to be there for that." Giles continued.
"I might not be able to help, what if I go over the deep end trying to help. Don't send me back Giles." Willow pleaded.
"And leave your friends to suffer." Giles replied, a grim expression on his face.
"Okay. I'll go." She said quietly, bowing her head.
Giles wrapped his arms around the young woman he had known for years now. She had gone from a shy nerd, to an adept witch, to an evil killer. Quite shocking actually. "I won't make you go Willow. But you are needed, even if the Scoobies don't forgive, you will be needed, or they will all die." Giles said.
"What's going on?" Willow asked quietly.
"I don't know, but it's bad. The Council kind of got this subject on Top Secret only Quentin Travers and a few others know about it." Giles said.
"Will you be coming with?"
"No, I have another mission from the Council." Giles replied.
"Care to talk about it." She smiled sweetly.
"Not yet. But you will find out eventually. I am returning to Sunnydale, accompanied." Giles said, a grim smiles on his face.
Philadelphia Memorial Hospital
Next Day
11:55 A.M.
Daniel Nieves awoke from his coma.
And instantly his life flashed before his very eyes. He had been a Second Class Petty Officer in the Navy. He had served his country, leaving the drug filled streets of Philly and joining the Navy after high school. He had been doing nothing but corrupting his life, working part time at a Burger King, and hustling full time. He had been stabbed twice and shot at a couple times. After that, he reluctantly enlisted for four years, his escape from the dangerous world he was living. He knew he couldn't sell drugs for the rest of his life, nor could he smoke weed forever so it seemed like the best idea.
Two and a half months later he graduated out of Boot Camp with an Expert Marksmanship ribbon and a contract with the US Navy Seals. It had become more evident at Boot Camp that he was strong as hell, beyond the normal strength of an average recruit, and savored the taste of a kill.
Scratch that, he didn't love killing, he wasn't crazy like Jeffrey Dahmer or Bundy, but he was good at it, the best at it. He finally found something he was good at that wasn't pushing bricks in the dirty streets of Philadelphia. And it was legal. He had been in New York for two months after 9/11 and willing volunteered to deploy to Afghanistan with a squadron full of marines and soldiers. They had gone to fight global terrorism.
After his four years were up, he was done. Tired of killing people for the government, he took a honorable discharge and returned to Philadelphia. He had planned on changing his life only to find out his parents were murdered by vampires. Vampires right? He had never believed in them, but when you work for the government, you see some trip ass shit. People are not supposed to instantly turn to dust when they die, and with some more research he find out about the existence of vampires and demons.
His parents were brutally murdered and that was enough for him. His little brother Luis had survived. Luis Nieves was about to be eighteen, five years younger than his brother. Traumatized by the murders, the two lone brothers went back to the streets and continued with the grand hustle. There were a lot of risks to hustlin', but the payoff was nice when you were in deep enough.
There was two types of hustlers in the game. That's who sell it and get some money from doing it, and then there was those who distribute it. Daniel and Luis hustled for about two months distributing and had over half a million in both of their bank accounts. When the two brothers weren't hustling they were dusting vampires, each gaining skill, as they relentlessly tore through the night, leaving a trail of dust wherever they went.
Neither of them would stop until they found their parent's killers. But something had happened last night. He remembered dropping Luis at his grandma's house. He had left to make a huge deal, something that would of made him a millionare, but when he had shown up…
He struggled to remember.
Tears glistened in his eyes and the angry Puerto Rican got up on his feet. His hair was long and his unshaven face was covered with facial hair from not shaving.
How long have I been out…
His body still felt taut, muscles tight. His bright green eyes angrily scanned the hospital room, and he saw a whole row of other patients stuck in their coma.
I was in a fucking coma…he thought angrily.
He walked barefoot out into the hallway and into the front desk, where the nurse was staring at him hard. "Who are you?" She asked.
"Daniel Nieves. I just woke up from a fucking coma." He replied, raising his left eyebrow in annoyance.
"Oh my God." She said. "You're Daniel Nieves?" The nurse babbled. She was a pretty brunette with almond shaped eyes.
"Yeah, that's my name , but I don't really go by it anymore, they call me Rico now." He said. She blushed, her fair skin reddening.
"And why's that?" She asked.
Before he could reply, he felt a hand on his shoulder. On instinct, he grabbed the arm, and spun around his opponent, wrapping his arms around his neck. "Who the fuck are you?" He demanded. It was an older white man, graying at the sides. Older thirties, younger forties.
"Rupert Giles. We have to talk Daniel Nieves, or should I call you Rico?" The man asked.
He released his throat. Rupert Giles turned around to face him. "Nah bro, you don't get to call me that, that's for females only." He grinned and blew the nurse a kiss.
The two headed off to talk.