Spike 1: A time of gathering: The storyteller
by redscarlet217
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of these characters I just love them so much. I do own Lisa, but you won’t see her for a bit. I’m putting this under buffy but there are characters from angel as well. This is kind of like a Spike spin-off. please review, I wanna know you think.
“Deep in the streets of New York there is talk of a dark cloaked warier who fights the good fight against the forces of darkness and protects the innocent from the sinister forces, all the while seeking the redemption of his sorted and evil past. He is the vampyr with a soul, the tortured yet witty fighter who stands for justice. He is Spike, the champion warier.”
Several girls, all teenaged, stared up with awe at the “storyteller” waiting for the next chapter of the story. They didn’t wait in vain.
“Once he was William the bloody. Killing anything that came into his sight, but now tortured with a soul he struggles to find his place in the world and the right woman to fill his unbeating heart with love. He saved the world from the First and came back to fight evil lawyers in LA. But now he has his eyes set on the evil that lay in the big city.”
“Tell us again how he destroyed Sunnydale,” one of the girls begged.
“Oh, it was magnificent. He put his heart out and beat them away with a burst of pure light.”
“Andrew! Are you telling stories again?” Dawn Summers questioned as she entered the four bedroom apartment on the streets of Italy.
“Dawn! I was just getting to the good part.” Andrew whined and crossed his arms like a child.
Ever since the Scooby gang had saved the world from ending in Sunnydale they parted ways in search of newly activated slayers. Andrew, not wanting to be alone in the good search, followed Dawn and her sister, Buffy the original slayer, to Italy. They had gathered five girls and were training them by day. Andrew, not having any superpowers of his own, felt content filling the girls in on their destiny by telling stories of the fateful last years of Sunnydale, California, before the hellmouth opened and sucked the town down into it.
“Well, story time is over. You guys have some training to do,” Dawn said looking at the slayers.
“Where’s Buffy?” One of the girls asked.
“Right here.” Buffy Summers said walking in the room. “We need a conference. Why don’t you girls start doing the calisthenics training in the other room?”
The five girls all retreated to the workout room, knowing that when Buffy called a meeting it was always important.
“Willow says there is another activated slayer,” she paused, “In New York.”
“That’s were Spike is,” Andrew said, stating the obvious.
“Are you going?” Dawn asked shyly. They never spoke about Spike, even after Andrew told them that he was alive and in LA with Angel. The subject was still a sore on with Buffy.
“Actually I was going to send you,” Buffy said looking at her sister with a sweet smile.
“I can’t go. I have tons of school stuff. Besides you never travel anymore. I bet you Spike isn’t anywhere near where the new slayer is,” Dawn said quickly.
“I don’t think I want to take the chance. I’m happy now, and in love. I don’t really want to open up old wounds.” Buffy said with a sad smile.
The three were silent for a moment, but like always Andrew broke it. “I’ll go. I’ve never been to New York. I hear it’s beautiful in the winter.”
“It’s not winter.” Dawn said.
“Well, if it’s beautiful in the winter than it must be beautiful in the fall.” Andrew bumbled, as always.
Buffy stared at him for a while, debating the issue in her head. “Fine. But all you do is bring her here. Got it?”
“Yes, commander. I’ll follow my orders to the death.” Andrew said with a salute.
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”
Andrew smiled with glee. His very own mission and he would make the best of it.
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