Why now? Why this: I'm the Slayer and you are...?
by ravenclaw
Present day

In the end, having the knowledge that Spike had given her she realised she would have to leave – as things that were being put into motion could not be tampered with, they were fragile enough already. Buffy had decided to take all the Slayers’ away from LA, to help train the other girls around the world who had been activated due to Willow’s spell. Yet she knew this decision would devastate Angel and Connor Buffy told herself.

So after much huffing, puffing, the odd tantrum and cries, Buffy and her gang had one night just up and left without a word. When Angel had got up the following morning and realised there was hardly anyone in the hotel, he felt empty inside. This emptiness was filled with rage when he recognised a familiar scent. He followed it and found Spike, in what had been Buffy’s room.
“Great. Out of all the people to have stayed behind, I get stuck with you.” Angel rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Look mate, it weren’t my decision to stay but the PTB know I’ll be needed here so I sort of have to stay. I ain’t happy about it either,” he looked away and at the curtain drawn windows, “I’d rather be out there, heading back to good old Blightly – with Buffy,” he finished quietly. At that statement, Angel growled and pinned Spike next to the wall by the windows, “you do not get to say her name…or stay in her room” Spike began to laugh in his sire’s face.
“Try to deny it all you want mate, but your girl she loves me too. Guess we’re just gonna have to get used to that.”
“Fine but don’t expect me to like it” and he let go of Spike and stormed out the room and headed down to the sewers to find some vampires to kill (I need to let off some steam)

2 months later…

Angel Inc were slowly settling in their new premises; the newly re-built (and un zombied) Wolfram and Hart. Each member had their own apartment…well that was everyone expect Spike. That was until he got rather attached to the girl who ran the combat training and magicks department – Cassandra.

He had begun going down there to let off steam about a month after the gang had moved into the new building. There was something about the girl he realised – she had wisdom beyond her seemly young years. It was during one afternoon, he had just finished some private training that he decided to wonder around the combat area when it hit him, the smell of human blood. Following the scent, he turned into what looked like someone’s private quarters; many of the heads of department lived on the premises. A dark haired girl came out of an adjacent room licking her lips. She inclined her head towards Spike and growled, revealing fangs.
“I’m sure the door has the sign private quarters on it vampire” said Cassandra, who had a faint Spanish accent.

It was only then that Spike realised that he had never let Cassandra see him. With that Cassandra turned around and revealed that time was being good to her. Spike’s eyes widened at her physique; she was about 5” 5, tanned with a typical toned Latina body, she had the Latin spark in her eyes, her hair was shoulder length with a natural wave about it and it was clear from how she stood that this girl was very sexy and confident. She had a very distinct fashion sense – she was in a figure hugging dark purple tank top with black hip hugging combats on.

“Stop gawking vampire – it’ll be the last thing you see before you die” with that Cassandra turned revealing a stake and started advancing towards Spike, her yellow eyes flashing.
“A vampire killing vampire…woah, woah, I only came in here because I smelt human blood,” Spike said quickly, his eyes following the stake, “I didn’t mean no harm yeah? So you can out the pointy piece of wood away.”
“So you what? Came to investigate and join in the feast. Sorry but I dine alone – figuratively speaking….” And with that, she shook off her ‘game’ face and her brow furrowed in thought and confusion, “umm this may sound strange…but do I know you?” Despite moving through time and remembering all this history, Cassandra had never been good with names or faces but this vampire stirred memories deep within her.
“Wait…you do seem kinda recognisable, ya know in that whole evil sense. Vampire to vampire.” He cocked his head to one side as the memories began to come back to him. Cassandra suddenly the look of remembrance come onto Spike’s face and realise her cover was blown. (how stupid am I? I should have never this conversation. He knows who I am…oh god. Paris I’m sorry, I broke our promise) Then without warning –
“I’m not evil, okay? I’m just doing my job. You’re a vampire, simple as.”
“Well, well, well,” Spike chuckled, “I get to meet the legend again. Long time no see – Cassandra the Vampire Slayer Vampire” That statement caused Cassandra to stand up a bit straighter and ooze powerful vibes.
“Hello William the Bloody. I meant what I said before, if our paths crossed again it would be for the last time…or don’t you remember ?”
“Oh I remember love, but a few things have changed since then. For example you don’t sense something different about me…” It hit Cassandra then – one of the greatest vampires of all time, had a soul. With that discovery, she laughed out loud.
“What a waste” Cassandra looked directly at Spike, “but saying that I’m glad we’ve met again…as…well I’ve got a soft spot for you Spike” Suddenly she gave Spike a mental push which flung him out of her room and unceremoniously made him land on his arse, she looked down at him with a look that made him tremble…then with a flick of her wrist she closed the door on him.


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