BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER

DARK REFLECTIONS

CHAPTER 9: ALIVE

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING IN THIS NOVEL EXCEPT DANIEL NIEVES AND THE PLOT, OTHER THAN THAT, EVERYTHING BELONGS TO JOSS WHEDON, AND MUTANT ENEMY INC.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HEY, I'M SORRY ANGEL SUMMORITOS FOR THE IRREGULAR UPDATES, I'VE TRIED NUMEROUS TIMES TO WRITE BUT ALL I GOT WAS A BLANK, AND HOPEFULLY THIS ONE GETS ACTUAL POSTED ON THAT AND I'VE BEEN WORKING ON A NOVEL I'M TRYING TO PUBLISH AND TURN INTO A MOVIE, IT'S CALLED HAUNTED SOULS, AND IT PROBRABLY WON'T COME OUT TILL 2008, BUT IT SHOULD BE WORTH IT, MY FIRST NOVEL, AND THAT WILL DEAL WITH VAMPS AS WELL AS DEMONS.

SUMMARY: THE COUNCIL OF WATCHERS BELIEVED THAT BUFFY WOULD NEED SOME SORT OF AID IN THE UPCOMING BATTLE AGAINST THE FIRST OR THAT SHE WOULD PERISH, AFTER ALL SHE'S ALREADY DIED TWICE. SO THEY CREATED HISTORY AND TOOK THE ESSENCE OF A MALE VAMPIRE DEMON AND IMBUED IT INTO THE SPIRIT OF AN ANGRY AND VENGEFUL TWENTY TWO YEAR OLD PUERTO RICAN NAMED DANIEL NIEVES. A GUY WHO JUST GOT OUT OF THE US NAVY SEALS AND HAS A HARSH GRUDGE ON VAMPS. DANIEL REFUSED HIS CALLING AT FIRST, BUT SEEING HOW POINTLESS IT WAS TO REFUSE, HE JOINS WITH THE SCOOBIES AND IS HELPING IN TRYING TO STOP THE FIRST. ON HIS FIRST NIGHT HE REALIZED THAT FEMALE VAMPIRES GOT HIM HOT AND GOT BITTEN AND NEARLY TURNED BY ONE. THE FIRST BRINGS A BUFFY FROM AN ALTERNATE DIMENSION WHO WANTS TO SIRE DANIEL AT ANY COSTS. BUFFY TRIED TO TELL SPIKE THAT SHE LOVED HIM AND HE WOULD HAVE NONE OF IT, TELLING HER THAT HE DIDN'T LOVE HER ANYMORE…

Alive…

But right now she didn't want to be. Tears slid down Buffy Summer's face as she sobbed uncontrollably, her body heaving, tears smooth and salty as they found there way on her lips. She didn't want to move, just hoping that if she stayed like that, she would just up and die, which really wasn't working right now. But she didn't want to face life anymore, she had never been so plainly rejected, and definitely not when she was trying to say I love you to somebody. Spike hurt her deep, scarring her over wounds long forgotten. But it might be karma, she thought. After all I've said to Spike and done to him, his rejection shouldn't of been unexpected….

She didn't expect it to hurt as much as it did. The harsh tone in Spike's voice as he said it, the way his eyes dulled, then leered at her. The way he left, never looking back, it hurt so much, could she honestly couldn't get over it. She closed her eyes, and tried to shut out the images her mind refused to let go of. How she had rejected Spike so bad the day he told her he loved her that he had to tie her up in chains just to make her hear him. Not that the chains was a great idea in itself, but she made it so he lost all hope and subdued her just to tell her how he felt without her running away. She knew, even back then that Spike was different from most vampires, entirely different from Angel. And it bothered her now to recognize that even back then, she had cared about him. How could she not, with his washboard abs, his stupid bleached hair, and those piercing blue eyes.

How could she not, when he did so much for her. To the point where he was tortured by a hellgod, submitting himself to her, never opening his mouth about the Key, just so Buffy and Dawn could live happily even if it meant he'd be dust. He would of sacrificed himself just for her to be happy. Then after receiving the ass kicking of his life, he didn't run like Riley or Angel, or even her dad, he stayed and volunteered himself to fight Glory and her minions again, and got cut catching a sword that would of caught Buffy and killed her. But his love for her didn't stop there, he tried to save her sister on the tower and got stabbed and tossed off.

Angel, that souled vamp was a classic. He showed up to her funeral, and then disappears again. Spike, he was there for the funeral and then he stayed in Sunnydale, grieving for the Slayer and taking care of her sister. Angel said only souled vamps could love, but she wasn't how he loved her when he's disappearing leaving her sister who had no family. Then she came back from the dead, and couldn't even trust her own friends, having just ripped her out of heaven, yet Spike had been there for her. No expectations, nothing, just really grateful to have her in his presence. She was the woman who he loved after all.

She involved herself with him, he could make her feel alive. He made her feel, the hardened shell of her body, numb to everything shattered around him and she felt wonderful. She was scared though, with him being a vampire so she used a excuse to deny what she already knew. She called him and evil, soulless vampire so she couldn't love him, but it had been to late. So after they fucked, when intimate moments came up she would hit him and run, afraid of that intimacy, afraid to get too close. She fucked him, beat him, abused him for a good amount of months. Afraid of the Scoobies ever knowing and after a little run in with Captain Cardboard, she "realized" that her and Spike were wrong. She tells him to move on and when he fucked Anya, she judged him and criticized for it.

He almost raped me…

He could of if he wanted to, a nasty little thought said in the back of her mind. I stopped him, she thought. No, he stooped himself, that cold, calculating alien voice replied. She sat up, knees wobbling, and decided to follow Spike. She had to know if what he said was true. How could he not love her, now that she loved him back.

Because you're a judgmental, ass kicking bitch….

Daniel was in the car listening to T.I.'s Urban Legend CD, the bass resonating though the neighborhood. He needed a drink, he planned on going to the Bronze, getting a couple shots of Patron and Bacardi and he'd be straight for the night. The Vampire Buffy had fucked with his mind, and he couldn't help but think about it. Why was he so attracted to female vampires, let alone one that was Buffy Summers in an alternate dimension, he did not know. When he'd seen Buffy, he noticed she was pretty, but never actually thought of her in any other way then as a friend and as a Slayer.

Vampire Buffy was a whole different mess. There was something in her attitude, something so demanding that he couldn't help but be attracted to her. Annoyed by the confusion the vampire had caused in one night, he pulled out his pack of Newports and plucked one out from the box and lit it with his gold Zippo. The windows were already rolled down and smoke streamed out from the car, looking like a makeshift exhaust pipe. The Bronze was a good mile away and he sped the car up some, trying to be there as fast as he could, envisioning the amber colored liquid sliding down his throat and numbing his brains.

He pulled into the parking lot and went inside, ready to get blitzed, smoke trailing behind him.

Rupert Giles took a chug out of Old English. The forty ounce beer poured into his mouth and down his throat. Rupert Giles was really tired of all the drama. He was tired of barely surviving apocalypses and losing loved ones. Why couldn't they just die sometimes? After so many apocalypses, he just wanted it to stop, for it to end anyway possible. Everything hurt after Jenny, after that to Giles, nothing mattered but the mission. Which is why Giles let her take part in the Cruciamentum, so she could regain sight of the mission.

If she would have been focused on the mission she would of killed Angelus when he first went bad, she would of dusted him long before he got to Jenny Calendar. But now it was too late, she was gone and nothing could be changed, nothing to be done about it. Saddened, he chugged on Old E once more, standing up to pick up another bottle. Sometimes he still cries for Jenny. Sometimes the yearning for her becomes to much to bear and he just cries. No one saw the Giles that suffered, and he rather liked it that way.

He didn't want them to see his tear stained face as he thought of how he walked in on Jenny Calendar's door that night and found her dead, neck broken. He never got over it, and this was damn near five years ago. Jenny's death at Angelus' hands was the main cause in not trusting Spike. He was a soulless monster, a killer in a cell, ready for the day to be released.

Do you I really believe that rubbish…

Even though Spike had proven his loyalty to the Scoobies time and time again, he never gained their trust, just snarky remarks and a Slayer's punch to his nose. Spike had been beaten, humiliated, tortured, and all for the love he had for the Slayer. He hadn't ask for anything in return, just gave up what he could until he dusted.

He nearly raped her.

She damn near raped him on several occasions.

He's a soulless vampire that should be dusted…

Aha, so it's wrong if a vampire nearly raped someone, but if Buffy Summers aka the Slayer does it, it's okay. The vamp should bite the dust and the Slayer get off with a slap to the wrist….

That nasty little voice hadn't stopped in a while. It was the voice of reason, but oddly it bore Daniel's voice, because as blunt and faulty as he was, he spoke the truth in ways none of the other Scoobies attempted. Except Anya, she was as blunt as it gets. There was too much to think about and not enough alcohol to go along with it.

Daniel took the shot glass and drunk the contents, eyes glazing over. He lit another cigarette, thanking God he brought two packs to the Bronze with him. "Can I get you anything else sir?" The bartender asked, a pretty brunette with great tits.

Ha, with my luck she's probably a vampire…

"Just a Miller Genuine Draft." He lad out ten bucks on the counter, and the bartender smiled at the tip.

"You come here often?" She asked.

"No, it's my second day in Sunnydale." He replied, twisting the cap off the beer and drinking it.

"What brought you here?"

"Business." He replied shortly, pulling on his cigarette. He flicked the ashes into the ashtray. His green eyes stared at her big brown ones.

"Before you go, what's your name?" She pleaded.

"Daniel."

He turned around and came face to face with Buffy. Non Slayer version. "Fuck." He muttered under his breath, and tried to walk past her. She blocked his escape and he gave her a warning look. She gripped him from the front of his shirt and tried to lead him through the crowd. Angrily he shoved her hand off. "Get off." Angered, and a little hurt by his reaction, she slid into vamp face.

"Shut up and follow me or the girl dies."

He did as she asked, and she took him out back, to the spot where he was nearly turned the other night. "What do you want?" He asked her, raising his eyebrows. He pulled on his cigarette once more.

"You."

"I already told you, I'm not letting you sire me." Daniel replied.

"When the time comes, you'll have no choice, but right now, I just want you, the Slayer, warm blooded and full of life."

"I can't."

"Why not, Slayer?"

"For crying out loud, you're wearing her fuckin' face." He snapped.

"Or maybe she's wearing mine."

"I don't give a fuck." He said.

"I do." She replied, slamming him into the brick wall of the club. She slid out of game face and green eyes locked on green. She tilted her head up at him and kissed him, bruising his lips with the sheer power of her kiss. He struggled against her at first, then his mind shut down. His hands slid over her body, her breasts planted firmly against his chest. Her nipples were hard like diamonds, as he stuck his hand though her shirt, and pinched them.

"Not here." He said, kissing her neck, sucking on it softly.

"I have a place nearby." The vampire Buffy replied.

"Yea, that's great." He pulled away from her neck, and followed her to her house, his shirt torn open and hanging off his shoulders. They made it to her house and went in and she closed the door behind him.

"Showtime." She said, unbuckling his belt.

AN: I've been dying to post this chapter, but last week on base I was jumped by another sailor with a pipe and went to the hospital for a bit so I haven't been able to keep up with this fanfic. Adult content next chapter.