A Look into the Past: A Look into the Past
by Elf
Alexandra Night walked tall and proud down the main street of Paris. People stopped to look at the tall, slender, teenage girl dressed in men's clothing. Alex, as she was called, didn't give a bloody care about what they thought about her. She chose to wear black breeches, boots and white shirt sleeves. If she was stared at, she didn't care.

Alex knew that she could snap one of those normal humans in half. She was the Chosen One, the Slayer, and she was damned proud of it. She could kill five vampires in less than five minutes with her crossbow. She loved to kill vampires. It gave her some sort of piece. After all vampires had killed her parents in front of her.

She looked up at the sky, it would be several hours before dark and her Watcher would be waiting for her. Alex sighed as she leaned up against a barrel near the local tavern. She ran her fingers threw her long, black hair.

She knew she cut a striking figure with her long, slender, but well toned limbs. She had long raven hair that tumbled wildly to her waist, giving her a witch like appearance. She had angular features, not classically pretty, but startling none the less. And she had brilliant bright blue eyes. Very striking.

She frowned, not wanting to give up her freedom to read some boring book on demonology, or that stupid Slayer's Handbook. She wasn't academic, she thought on her feet, and if it had fangs and yellow eyes a wooden steak would kill it. If it wasn't a vampire, a severed head would work just as well.

She stood up to her full height and turned the other direction.

Ian Irons waited for his young charge to stroll through the parlor doors. Alex Night walked in with her usual grace and slumped herself into a chair. He knew that the raven haired girl despised the various volumes of books that Irons collected, but it was his duty to teach her.

Irons said, "Hello Alex, did you enjoy your walk?"

The soft gas lights carved shadows in the girl's, sharp, pale angular features. Her brilliant blue eyes glittered predatorily, making her look almost like the undead creatures she slew. She shrugged her slender shoulders and replied, "It was a walk."

She used her wit a lot and that bothered Irons. Irons asked, "Do you want to do a spot of training?"

The girl's eyes lit up. Irons stood up and held his hand out to her. He knew that when his body was sore from all the future bruises that she inflicted and he knew that he was going to regret it. Now, he just wanted to bring a smile on her wide, mobile mouth.

The sun had just set. Alex brushed out her wildly tangled black hair and braided down her back. She slipped on a thick, black wool cape to keep off the chill and to hide her crossbow and sword. She slipped her cross over her neck and clasped the iron chain. She was ready to hunt.

Irons looked worried as she was about to stride out the door. She took one last look at him in his library with the thick green gas lamps. She knew that every night might be the last night she would see him. She cared for the silver haired Englishman, and didn't want to see him hurt, unless she was the one who inflicted the pain, but then, only in training.

She stepped out onto the cobblestone street and walked out into the night, with her head held high.

The trio of vampires known as Angelus, the One with the Angelic face, the Scourge of Europe, William the Bloody, also known as Spike, and Drusilla, stepped off the ship that they had traveled from England. All of the crew and the other passengers were dead. Their blood drank by the deadly trio.

Angelus was the leader, Spike was his second in command and Drusilla was insane.

Angelus smiled at his two fledglings and presented them the lights of Paris with a flourish, like he was making them a present to the whole city. He purred in his Irish accent, "Here we are, Paris."

Spike took a match and a cigarette from the pockets of his black jacket. He lit the cigarette and took a drag. He impatiently said, in his Cockney accent, "Bout Bloody time."

Angelus smiled, the lad was very impatient, but that's what he liked about him. Drusilla curled herself up to Angelus. Angelus looked into her empty blue eyes, empty because he had driven her insane before he had changed her. Her dark head lolled as she said in her insane, singsong voice, "Ooohhh, I can hear the city sing in my head."

Angelus stroked the hollow of her cheek and asked, "What is it singing to you lass?"

Spike snorted, jealously was obvious in his eyes. Angelus glared at him, forcing Spike to look away. It was needed to keep one's fledlings in line. Then he looked back at Drusilla. Dru needed no keeping in line, she adored Angelus.

She laied her head on his sholder and chuckled. She answered, "It sings of death."

Angelus tilted her face up and wispered to her, "Soon it will scream."

Dru's eyes widened in response as she gasped plesantly in surprise. Spike chuckled.

Alex hated to fight Chaos demons, they were so slimy and tinticaly. They also smelled. They were sloppy and discusting. She spun out of it's slimy hands, some of the slime dripped on her. "Eeewww!" she cried as she snapped kicked it.

The creature made some slurping noise and came at her again, Alex spun out of it's way. She brought her sword from it's sheeth on her back. The blade gleamed pale silver in the moonlight. She spun it gracefully and brought it down. It severed the creature's head without any problem.

Panting, she steped back and observed her handiwork. She took a hankerchift from her pants pocket and wiped the green slime coated blade of her sword off. Grimasing, she tossed the rag on the demon's corspe and slid the blade back into it's sheeth.

She turned on her heel and walked proudly out of the ally. She walked down the cobblestone street, wary of horse dung, horses, and carriages. She opened up her senses and searched the area for vampires.

The hairs on her arms and the back of her neck tingled. She slowed her pace and looked around, her whole body alert. Three tall people were walking proudly down the street. The leader was very tall and broad. He was very good looking, with dark hair and high cheek bones. He walked with the proud gate of an alpha wolf. The other man was slender with white hair. He was definately the beta wolf. His icy blue eyes fount her in the crowd. She looked away. The girl was dressed in a red velvet dress and had curly dark hair. She looked a lot like Alex, but was prettier.

She recognised the trio. The girl was Drusilla, a claravoyant. The white haired one was Willam the Bloody, also known as Spike, but the leader was Angelus, the Scourge of Europe, the One with the Angelic Face. Which, she thought, as she watched him, was fitting.

She took off running to get advice from her Watcher.

Spike took Dru's cool hand and and whispered in her ear, "Do you see the girl?"

Dru nodded with a faint smile on her highly kissable lips. She mummered, "Yes, she screams of death."

Angel looked at them both and said, "Mayhap she is a Slayer."

Spike immediately brightened. He wanted to kill a Slayer, to get his mark known as a vampire. He wanted to get out of his sire's shadow, but wanted to keep close to him. Angel and Spike were a team, they watched each other's backs, and Angel was smart. He had a real talent for destruction.

Alex bursted into Irons' library and shouted, "Irons! Irons! I've seen Angelus, Spike, and Drusilla!"

Irons looked at her and asked, "What?"

Alex crossed her arms and elaborated, "Angelus, the One with the Angelic Face, you know the Scourge of Europe, William the Bloody, and Drusilla."

Irons looked at her wearily and asked, "Did you kill them?"

Alex laughed and answered, "Go after that three? I'm not stupid. I would get killed."

Irons absently nodded and said, "Well, I see your point."

Alex said, "Well, I better like go find their lair and kill them during the day."

Irons looked at her warily and said, "Be careful."

"Aren't I always?" she quipped. He glared at her. She hugged him and said, "I will be with this three."

Irons told her, "Keep sharp."

"Good bye," she told him.

"Good luck," he replied. Then she was back into the night.

Alex followed the trio stealthily, melting into the black night. They weren't doing much, just walking and getting their bearings. Alex sighed, for three vampires as dangerous as they were supposed to be they didn't do much. They hadn't even grabbed one of the many comely tavern maids and bit her. Well, with Angelus as handsome as he was didn't have to do much forcing for a meal. He probably seduced his victims before he killed them.

Alex shivered. Irons hadn't covered what to do when a vampire with an angelic face tries to seduce you. The worse part of it was that she probably wouldn't mind it. If she was going to be killed by a vampire one day, she thought Angelus was as good as any, no better. Then the three split up.

Alex smiled, now she could hunt them. She started walking in the direction of the girl. If she was insane, then she would be the easiest to kill. Alex whipped her crossbow from the hidden folds in her cape.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Alex turned at the Irish accent. Angelus was even more imposing up close. He was very tall, dark and handsome. He had broad shoulders and narrow hips, he was very handsome. Alex wanted to kick herself in the arse for thinking that, but it was true.

Alex aimed her crossbow, and he smiled at her. She couldn't help but to notice that his smile was charmingly lopsided. Damn it. Her heart started to pound. She forced a swallow and said, "I'm Alex, the Vampire Slayer."

"Oh, really." He cocked his head and looked at her from the head to her toes. He said, "Well you're a pretty thing you know that."

Alex threw back her head and laughed. She was not pretty, striking yes, but not pretty. She replied, "No, I'm not."

He moved closer to her, unafraid of the crossbow. He reached out and traced the hollow of her cheek. She lowered her crossbow and sighed. He looked at her intensely and replied, "Yes, you are. Tis a thing of uncommon beauty."

"Really?" she asked hopefully, all thoughts of slaying gone from her mind. The crossbow clattered to the ground as she moved closer to him. He smiled at him, a devastatingly charming smile that made her knees melt.

He gently took her pointed chin in his hand. His hand was large enough to cup her hole face. He bent down closer to her and whispered, "Aye, you are."

"Oooohhhhhh," was the only sound that Alex made. She couldn't think strait. In a distant part of her mind it screamed that she kill him. Alex told that part to shut up. She wanted him to kiss her. She had never been kissed before and she wanted her natural enemy to kiss her.

Angelus smiled as he bent down closer to her. He was about to put his lips over hers when he jumped back. He shouted in pain, Alex noticed that there was a puff of smoke coming from his white silk dress shirt. That snapped Alex back into reality. She looked down at her iron crucifix and smiled.

She told Angelus, "Nice try demon, but you see, I'm good and you are evil so I have to win."

He laughed at her. She wondered why his face didn't shift to it's more feral appearance. She tried to grab to the crossbow but Angelus had picked it up before she did. Taking one look at him, she ran.

Alex ran into a dark ally and drew her sword. She was panting, cursing her stupidity. If it wasn't for the crucifix that she always wore she might be in bed with a vampire or worse right now. She threw off her cloak and prepared for a fight.

"Well, well, what the bloody hell do we have here?" The vampire known as Spike appeared from the shadows, an iron spear in his hands.

Alex spun her sword and quipped, "Death." Then she charged at him.

He blocked her first blow with his spear. He growled. He flesh on his face quivered and started to transform. Fangs gleamed, his brow became jutted and heavy, and his blue eyes turned glowing yellow.

She spun her sword, and he blocked it. They clashed weapons. They traded blows, matching each other's streanth and skill. Alex was loseing, she was afraid.

The moment's hesitation caused Spike to disarm her. Her sword clattered to the cobblestones. She closed her eyes for a moment and said a prayer. She heard the metal spike clatter to the ground. She opened her eyes.

Spike laughed and grabbed her. She struggled in his grasp, but he was strong. He grabbed her necklace by the chain and ripped it off. She kicked at his shins, but he avoided most of her blows.

"Burn in Hell," she spat at him.

He smiled and ran his tongue lovingly over one of his fangs. Spike replied, "You first sweeting."

Then he jerked her head back and bit her.

The dead Slayer's body hit the ground with a slap. Spike chuckled as he wiped the blood from his mouth. He felt charged with energy. Her blood was like nothing he had ever tasted. It was rich and sweet, pulsating with power and promise.

"William!" Angelus shouted from outside the ally. Spike smiled as his face returned to normal. He wondered what his sire was going to think of this.

Spike called out, "I'm bloody here!"

Angelus and the lovely Drusilla entered the ally. Dru became delighted as she saw the Slayer's body, Angelus proudly smiled. Spike beamed. Dru moved over to him and pressed her body agents his.

This was bloody priceless. Spike wrapped his arms around Dru and looked up at his sire. He asked, "So, Angel, what do you think?"

Angelus chuckled sadistically and replied, "Very good Spike." Spike watched as Angelus tossed a crossbow beside the girl's body. Angelus said, "Alex the Vampire Slayer, may demons dance on her grave tonight." Then the trio laughed.

Spike spun Dru into a dance, making her laugh in delight. Angelus clasped his hand on Spike's shoulder to still them.

Angelus grinned and said, "I think you have a wonderful future a head of you, me lad."

Spike chuckled and asked, "Whenever one Slayer dies, the next one is called right?"

Angelus nodded. Then Spike said, "Well then, lets go bloody find her."

Sunnydale, California The Present

Spike looked up at the moon and remembered the first Slayer he had killed. He thought that it was ironic that he was helping one save the world now. He crossed his arms and took a drag of his cigarette. He wished things were back in the past. Him, Dru, and the old Angelus together, setting the Old World on fire.

Dru had left him. Angelus was now Angel, a vampire cursed with a soul. He was in L.A. now, and he had started his own private investigation agency. And Spike was helping a Slayer.

Spike slid down the fire escape from the Bronze's roof. Said Slayer was waiting for him, and Spike didn't want to make her angry. He gave an ironic chuckle as he melted in the shadows, a trick that Angel had taught him. It was just that Angel was better at it than Spike was.

Spike chuckled, things were strange. Very strange.


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