Destiny: Path of the Immortals
Chapter Two: Power
AN: Hey sorry I haven't been updating. I've been meaning to but I don't know, I've been spending some time with my girlfriend and my best friend who just got out of the navy. He's about to go home and I won't see him for a while so I spent a lot of time with them. But here goes the chapter y'all been waiting for.
Power…
Power: The ability to destroy a demonic being called a vampire by a petite blonde using wood as her weapon.
Power…
Eighteen year old Buffy Summers was in the battle of her life. Her hazel eyes bore down sharply on her contenders, a nest of vampires, damn near dozen of them. They had been fighting for a couple of minutes now and she had not been able to stake any of them, which righteously pissed her off, for she was the Slayer. Destroyer of vamps and such, and she hadn't been able to stake any of them yet. Her bright green eyes met eleven pairs of golden ones, giving her a feral look. Hunger was etched on their disfigured faces, and fangs dripped drool, ready to suck the life out of the blonde Slayer.
She was dressed to fight today as she patrolled Sunnydale Cemetery after midnight. She still had classes tomorrow at Sunnydale University with Willow, but she'd show up looking tired and disheveled. She needed some sleep, but her duties as a Slayer came with insomnia as well as power. They should make a fucking warning label or something.
Slayer: Hyperactive and full of power. Side effects include insomnia, fear, dirty jeans, and possible overdose due to vampire dust. Please take this in moderation and no more than twice a day….
Yea, that'd be nice… She thought.
Her blonde hair was tied in a bun, so no vampire could yank on her hair and vamp her or something. Cause that would be so wrong…
She had on a dark blue hoody and light blue jeans with white Nike lowtops. A stake slid down from her sleeve and into her open hand. She smiled grimly, and avoided a lung made by a hasty vampire. As he flew over her head, she swung her arm up, bringing the stake up into his heart, dusting him in midair. A slight drizzle of ash landed in her hair, and she groaned in frustration. She never took her eyes off the other ten adversaries, it could lead to an untimely death.
The other vamps had moved dangerously close but she was not scared. She was the Slayer, and this was her job. This is what she lived for.
Death.
Vampires were nothing more than slime beneath her feet, waiting to be dusted, carrying on with their unlives destroying humanity. Using deception to get their way and lying about feelings they truly didn't have.
She was a predator.
Vampires were her prey.
For the last two years, she actively searched for them and dusted them mercilessly, caring not for anything.
Pain caused by vampires, had turned Buffy into a arrogant, yet amazingly powerful Slayer. She could not be stopped.
The other ten suddenly charged and attempted to bum rush her. She avoided several blows, weaving in and out of their ranks. One of the vampire leapt high in the air at her, and she jumped in the air as well. It tried to punch her in the air, but she brought her knee up into its chin, and with her other hand, she slammed the stake into the top of his head, cracking his face in half before dusting as well.
She landed and continued the fight, avoiding blows as well as throwing some herself. She had the grace of an angel.
She was the Angel of Death.
Elsewhere in the cemetery
Blazing silver eyes looked at six pairs of golden ones. Spike's body had bulked out proportionately to that of Angelus'. Strained muscles ready to spring and he charged at the first fledgling, probably the leader and strongest one there. The fledgling screamed, but the scream was cut off abruptly as Spike's fist shot out and connected with his face, fist bursting through the back of his head, showering his new duster in ashes.
He leapt at the other five vampires , and fangs busted through his gums, finding themselves buried deep into the closest vampire's neck, draining him dry until that vampire too, bursted into ash. Spike roared in contempt , and the other four fledglings ran, afraid for their unlife.
One was a little overweight and was no match for Spike's speed. As Spike sprinted, his body was lined with a bright silver aura, slightly illuminating the darkness in the midnight hour. The fat vamp jumped over a hedge stone, but Spike beat him to it, slicing the air with a vicious roundhouse kick, catching the fat vampire in the stomach, sending him into the cement wall of a small mausoleum, dusting upon impact. Upon landing, Spike took off after the other vamps. He could feel power running wild in his body, making him pulse like his heartbeat, which was a new sensation to him.
The thought that blood was actually coursing through him, instead of just lying there due to post mortem.
He truly was alive.
Yet powerful.
He channeled thee power into his hand, building a ball of fire in his hands which he lobbed at the fleeing cowards. Upon impact the ball continued onwards through the cemetery, sparking anything in it's path.
Elsewhere
Buffy the vampire Slayer dusted off another vampire, leaving nine others to dust. She jump in between their ranks once more and buried the stake into another fledgling's heart. Suddenly she felt a scorching heat coming her way, and she jumped out towards a hedge stone and watched as a ball of fire consumed the eight vampires, screaming at their untimely demise.
She turned to the attacker and saw platinum blonde hair and silver sparkling eyes, staring back at hers.
"Spike…" She whispered. He looked at her, an annoyed look on his face. It couldn't be him, this thing looked like him, but bigger, more muscular. His hair was spiked upwards, silver eyes staring at her, and six inch fangs protruding from his mouth. His body had swollen up making him look like an amateur weightlifter, the black dust cling to him tightly.
"Spike is that you?" She found herself asking in disbelief. It looked like him, but was it him? She had been a Slayer long enough to be cautious. Recognition passed through his eyes. Suddenly the fangs receded, his hair slick back to its normal position, and his body shrunk to its normal size. Silver eyes faded and blue replaced them.
"Slayer…" He replied gruffly.
It was him. That bastard. The fucker who kissed her, and then had the nerves to die and leave her all alone. Oh, he was just like any other vamp. And all vamps must die. She couldn't let him hurt her again. Last time it took to long to heal, she never wanted to feel like she had on her seventeenth birthday.
He saw the stake in her hand, and got into a defensive stance. Before she could stake him, he pushed her to thee ground, away from him. She got back up angered.
"I'm sorry Spike…but you have to dust once more. You can't be here. This is not your world." She said, tears stinging her eyes. Dammit, he was affecting her already. That bloodsucking motherfucker. How dare he show up?
"For Christ's sake Slayer. You come running at me with a bloody stake… I thought you bleedin' loved me. I guess not enough cos here I show up and you wanna stake me. Talk about love at first sight I guess it works different between vampires and the soddin' Slayer." He ranted.
"You call what we had love Spike? It was just a one night stand. I used you to forget about Angel. That's all." She replied.
"Bloody hell. What got your knickers in a twist?" He asked.
"Are you really Spike?" She asked.
"No, I'm the soddin' tooth fairy you git." He snapped sarcastically. "And what do you mean a one night stand… Is that all I was to you Slayer?" He asked, enraged by her comment. "I mean, I was only gone for a couple of days and then you move on to a better bloke. Bugger that, and then you claimed to have loved me, I must have been such a fuckin' wanker to believe that rubbish." He said, eyes blazing silver in anger.
"You must have been Spike. Cause I could never love you. You're a monster." She said, chastising him with her words.
"A monster in real life, or a monster in the bed. If I'm dirt, then bitch, you're the one who fuckin' rolled in and loved it pet."
"It's been two fucking years Spike. We knew each other for less than two weeks, I didn't have many memories to go on. And further off, you really weren't that great in the bedroom, I've been with better." She snapped. "Let's just say, you're sexually challenged. Sleeping with you was like fucking a special needs kid. Either you was saying something I didn't understand , or drooling all over yourself while looking at me." Buffy snapped back.
"You sure you was a virgin love, cause Drusilla and Darla were a helluva lot tighter than you and their the biggest hoes alive. I'm not sexually challenged as you call it, it's kinda like flying a 767 into the grand canyon, it's just too big." Spike retorted, fangs started to slide out of his mouth again in indignance.
"God you're so fucking creepy. You dusted kissing me Spike, you might as well used my fucking mouth for an ashtray goddammit. Do you know how many nightmares I had after that day and on my fucking birthday Spike. Great friggin' present to get the girl you loved. I should of dusted you myself when I had the chance."
"The same to you too bitch. I had plenty of chances to kill you, you arrogant Slayer. I should of ripped them chimp titties of yours and feed you them in your sleep you bloody trollop."
"Chimp titties…" She cried out indignantly. "You know what vampire, this conversation is over. You are gonna die, now."
"Bring. It. Bitch." Spike said, power bursting through his every pore, blue eyes fading into silver and hair spiking up. His fangs fully bursted through his gums. He manipulated fire into his hand again, surprising the Slayer. He roared as loud as he could and she hurled a stake at him, aimed directly at his heart.
Before it could reach him, he incinerated it in midair with the fire he had in his hand and charged at the Slayer full speed.
"That's right. I got the power Slayer."
End chapter.
Yeah I know there was a lot of Buffy and Spike bashing, but I hope you guys realize by now that this is a Spuffy fic, eventually anyway. If you guys are expecting some fluffy shit were Spike comes back after two years and Buffy just hops on his shit and they get together again…then you better look elsewhere. In some of the best relationships there will be hardships and yea you say shit you don't mean but it usually ends with you breaking up, angry sex, or a really good relationship. I repeat this is a Spuffy fic, but it's not gonna be given to you all fluffy like. Keep reading and reviewing. Thanks.
Jose Gonzalez, US Navy