The Dark One: Part 4
by AnGeL X
Author's Note: All characters except Savarah belong to Joss Whedon and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. This story is not based on the story the show follows but does use stuff up to Killed By Death. Angel is evil and the wherehouse remains standing however badly burned.
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Part Four
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Buffy stumbled back until she hit the counter. She had tried to hold back, but couldn't. Tears rushed down her cheeks and she sank to the floor. Giles rushed to her side and wrapped his arms around her. Buffy was too upset and scared to notice that he had never shown this side of himself before. The rest of the group could only watch for a lack of words kept them at bay.
"Buffy, I want you to know, I am not going to let you die from this." Giles' voice was carried with great assurance.
"But Giles," Buffy cried to him as she notices his jacket was covered in her tears.
"But nothing. You are too important to me. We will find a way."
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"Spike, what would you say to the concept of, 'walking?'"
"I'd say, yes and who do I have to kill?" Savarah was amused at his enthusiasm to get out of that dreaded chair.
"Angel, dearest, will you come over here for a second."
"Yeah, what is it?"
"We're going to get Spike to walk again. That chair is getting on my nerves."
"Your nerves? You haven't had to sit in it all this time," Spike chuckled.
"Help him up. We need him standing." Angel and Drusilla both grabbed an arm and lifted him out of his chair with ease.
"Now what do we do with him?" Angel asked annoyed that Spike would be walking.
"Shhh," Savarah said as she placed a hand up in front of Spike's face. "Now if I do this. You owe me."
"If you do this, I will be forever at your debt," Spike said.
"You know those wheelchair jokes are going to be hard to top." Angel had to throw in a last attempt to annoy Spike before his legs were restored to their former strength.
"Poteri scuri. Mi arricchisca col potere." A light wind filled the warehouse. Savarah snapped her fingers and then indicated for Angel and Drusilla to place Spike down on his feet. After Drusilla's hand finally slipped away from his arm, Spike rose his head revealing an enormous grin.
"I'm hungry. Let's go out to eat," Spike said. Drusilla laughed as Spike picked her off the ground and danced about the warehouse with her in his arms. Angel rolled his eyes but then focused on Savarah. She didn't need to hear the words to know that Angel was hungry as well. He led her out of the warehouse.
"That was Italian, wasn't it," Angel added as the walked out.
"Yeah, I was getting so tired of Latin." Minutes passed and then Spike and Dru followed after them.
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Buffy strolled through the darkness in the night. She walked with great caution, even more than usual. As she walked pass the graveyard, she decided to make a pass through. It was unusually quiet and that made her worry all the more. A soft rustling was heard behind her. She jumped to face her accouter.
"Spike?" Spike rolled out of the shadows into the light of the moon.
"I want to talk to you, Slayer."
"Talk? You want to talk with me?"
"Was I not clear?"
"What about?" Buffy cautiously scanned the surrounding areas presuming a trap was being set and Spike was the bait.
"You know you're not very threatening in that chair." Buffy mentioned trying to spring the trap.
"Oh really. I can fix that." Spike lifted himself out of the chair being sure to keep eye contact with Buffy. He wanted to make sure he saw her expression.
"You can walk!"
"Threatening now?" Spike was taking no chances of getting hurt this time. Buffy was frightened and shocked. She took another look around to make sure.
"You have nothing to worry about. I came alone."
"Oh yeah, I trust you." Buffy's tone was clearly sarcastic.
"Have I ever lied to you before?"
"Come to think of it, yeah, you have."
"I'm not perfect," Spike grinned.
"So, are you going to talk?" Buffy was growing impatient. Buffy had a stake ready in her hand. She knew it made Spike uncomfortable.
"I want to make a deal with you. It has to do with Savarah." Buffy's face was suddenly covered in fear. "She wants to fight a fair fight against you. You see, if you win, she would restore Angel's soul. If you loose, you die. Simple as that.
"Except for the Angel card, what else is new?" Buffy cocked an eyebrow and waited for Spike's response.
"Well, that's the fun part. Her 'super powers' as 'The Dark One' would not exist. She would still be as strong and as smart as she was when she was a vampire. Basically that's who'd you be fighting. Of course, she won't be killed really, but if you manage to kill her in a fight, you will get your Angel back. Which, in my book is a good thing."
"He's really getting on your nerves, huh?" Buffy smiled slightly knowing how painful Angel's evil side really could be.
"You might say that." Spike tried to avoid the subject.
"I'll do it. As long as her word stays true, I'll do it. But if she or anyone tries to pull anything...it's over. Is that clear?"
Spike only nodded as he walked away leaving the chair behind. Buffy remained where she stood for several minutes. The shock of Spike being capable of walking was more than enough, but 'The Dark One' making a deal with her? It was too much to comprehend. Buffy finally walked off heading towards the library. Boy did she have a story to tell Giles.
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