Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Dark Reflections
Chapter Four: Vampire with a Soul?
A/N: Hey Angelsummoritos, it seems like I'm writing this fanfic exclusively to you, but hey, as long as one person reads what I write, it's all gravy. Much love to ya, and Allecia, I miss you everyday, so by the time you get out of boot camp, hopefully this will be completed. Warning: Drug content.
He stood before her like a defendant before a judge in an important trial. His eyes seemed to burn into her. They were bright green, any brighter and they would be glow in the dark green. The anger and rage displayed themselves in his eyes, an anger so strong, it couldn't be hid beneath the veil of calmness that he portrayed. His hair was jet black, long enough to be spiked up like some DBZ look alike. His dark eyebrows were furrowed in a scowl, the male Slayer secretly wanting another Newport lit in his mouth. Fighting back the urge, he stuffed his hands in his pockets of his black peacoat he got from the Navy in Boot Camp. It was still in perfect condition, he rarely ever wore it. He had on some fresh blue jeans from Rocawear and a long sleeve khaki Dickies shirt.
"What it do?" He spoke, arrogance dripping from his voice, like the drool hanging out of Dawn's mouth at the sight of the stranger.
"Huh?" Buffy asked, not understanding what he said at first.
"What's up?" He asked.
"Nothing, just having a Scoobies meeting, have a seat." She said, being hospitable. He sat down on the sofa where Xander was at. Giles took a seat next to Daniel.
"A Scoobies meeting?" He raised his left eyebrow at her, lips trembling as he fought the urge to not laugh. Buffy's hazel eyes flashed for a second. Ignoring the snarkiness, she looked at Giles.
"Have you explained to him the procedures and things we follow?" Buffy asked.
"Well, I gave him some knowledge… I think." Giles said, removing his glasses. The gesture was probably to avoid the glare his female Slayer gave him.
"That means no Miss Summers." Daniel said, his lips curving into a sly grin.
"Please call me Buffy. So when did you find out you were the Slayer?" She asked.
"Today." He replied shortly.
"Wow, you move quick Giles." Xander said sarcastically.
"So how did you find out?" Dawn asking, wanting to find out as much as she could about the male Slayer, who happened to be Puerto Rican and sexy as hell.
"I woke up from a coma, today. Giles caught me spitting game to this lil' shorty at the hospital and then passed on the burden." Daniel said, his eyes swiveling to the side to look at Giles.
"You were in a coma?" Willow asked.
"Yea, it's not fun. I hate hospitals, and then to wake up and find out you got shot sixteen times, one to the head, and some Council decided to give you a power just because you used to be a Navy Seal and good with the killing. So, no fun at all." He sneered, making light of his three month sleep.
"Why aren't you dead?" Buffy asked.
"Would you like me to be?"
"I didn't mean it like that…"
"I know what you meant shorty. Honestly I don't know, maybe Jesus didn't love me enough and wanted me to suffer a little more. My time was up, I was supposed to die in that warehouse three months ago selling drugs, living recklessly because my parents were killed by vampires. So, right now I'm not feeling the Jesus love."
"I'm sorry about your parents." Xander said, before it got eerily silent. "You were a Seal?" He asked, interested in anything that had to do with the military.
"Yea, unfortunately. I regret it. Lots of experience in killing. I've been to North Korea, Russia, Afghanistan, Iran, Columbia, anywhere where the government thinks I should kill. But I'm done with that. Well I thought I was until the Bastards That Be gave me a power I don't want, making me kill once more."
Buffy had to laugh. Someone who could probably understand how she felt. "I'm sorry to ask, but why did you sell drugs?" She wanted to know more about him.
"Well, money, power, respect. That, and it was all I knew how to do after killing. I didn't have the luxury of going to Sunnydale University after high school, and haters didn't want to give the minorities on the block finiancial aid. The white folks got all the money while the others were forced to stay on the block hustling to make as much as the others."
She sympathized.
"Sorry to sound like I'm racist. I'm not, far from it. But on the block, that's how the system worked. The people that needed help never got it, and those that didn't, got it." There was deep sadness to his voice. Sadness that ran deep through him, leaving scars that time couldn't heal.
"I understand. I do." Her green eyes caught his in a lock and they stared at each other. He scowled.
"So what's the new Big Bad, as Giles called it?" Daniel asked.
"Honestly, I don't know, there's something beneath me, on the hellmouth. I have no idea at what it is." She replied, running her fingers through her hair.
"Understood. I'm going outside for a second and call my boy Henny real quick." He said, standing up.
Giles laughed, understanding what he meant. The new Slayer was a piece of work.
Daniel Nieves stepped outside, silently closing the door behind him. He shoved his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out the flask of Hennessy he had stocked up in there as well as his pack of Newports. He sat down on the steps and opened up the flask, letting the amber liquid slide down his throat, leaving a burning sensation from his throat to his stomach. He was about to set it down, but changed his mind, taking another hard shot. He grabbed the pack of cigarettes and slid the butt out of the pack, pulling it out and lighting it up with his gold zippo.
"Mind if I get a drink mate?" A man said, walking up to him. He had bleached blonde hair, with piercing blue eyes. He had a lit cigarette in his mouth and sat down to the frustrated Slayer.
"Nah, you straight. Drink up." He said, passing the flask.
"Thanks. Who are you?" The bleached man asked.
"Daniel Nieves. A Slayer." He said, and the man nearly spat the Hennessy out, but refrained and swallowed the liquor. He stared into his blue eyes, focusing hard. "You a vamp, boss?" He asked, lighting up the Newport in his mouth. He let the smoke slide slowly out of his mouth and inhaled through his nose.
"How did you know?" He asked.
"I don't fucking know, maybe Slayer instincts. Whatchu doing over at the Slayer's house?"
"Me and the slayer go way back. I love her, but I fucked up a couple months ago, and I disappeared for a bit to go get my soul and ended up something new. This demon bloke made me a living vampire, you know, with a bloody soul and no sun allergies, plus heartbeat. My name's Spike." He exclaimed, the British accent thick.
"A vamp in love with a Slayer…" He recited. "How did she feel about you?" He asked.
"I'm alive ain't I? She hated me. Always did." He said sadly.
Daniel Nieves exhaled and dragged once more on the cigarette. "A vampire with a soul? That sounds wack as shit. What you feel bad for what you do now?" He asked sarcastically. "It makes you think twice before you turn that old lady into a Happy meal or somethin'." He continued.
Spike laughed and pulled on his cigarette as well, sliding the flask over to Daniel. Daniel opened it and downed the rest of it.
"You want some more to drink?" Spike asked, pulling a bottle of Wild Turkey out of his duster.
"Yea, that's straight." Daniel asked, flicking the cigarette into dewy grass. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a blunt. He grinned at the souled vampire, and sparked it up, letting the smoke course through his brain, hitting him instantaneously. Spike shook his head and drunk some of the Wild Turkey and passed it over to the Slayer. Daniel took another hit, his eyes glazing over and drunk some of the liquor Spike offered.
"Why do you smoke that bleedin' stuff?" Spike asked.
"Makes you forget about shit, ya know. There's some things I wanna forget, about how vamps murdered my family, and how I killed so many for a government who uses the military like a gang to solve political issues." Daniel replied.
"I got high once, I bit one of those hippie wankers at Woodstock and that was not fun, it was like shit was in slow motion. That shit was kind of fun." Spike laughed.
"I'd offer you a hit, but I gotta head inside and pay attention to the Scoobie's meeting." He said, grabbing the lit end of the blunt and put it out, sliding it back into his pocket.
"Come on let's go inside." Spike said, hiding the bottle in his duster.
"Hey Spike, after this meeting shit is over, wanna chill and go to a bar?" Daniel said grinning.
"You slayers are bleedin' stupid. Hello master vampire here. From now on I'm going to put a bloody sign on my back that says 'Fear me'. Bugger that." Spike said, chortling.
"So are we drinking?"
"Yeah. We'll go to the soddin' bar and kill my rep." Spike replied.
"Fuck your rep. You roll with Buffy so how high is your rep anyway?" Daniel retorted.
Spike had to laugh.