Spike: A time of gathering: Dreaded phone calls
by redscarlet217
Spike stared at the girl in disbelief. He knew that Willow had activated all of the potential slayers and he even had a run in with an insane one, but for one to be in the exact same city as him, just by luck, was unbelievable.
“What’s a slayer?” The girl asked, curiosity showing in her eyes.
“How can you know what vampires are but not slayers?” Spike asked. “Slayer. It’s a girl chosen to fight against the bad guys. She has,” he paused searching for the right words, “Superpowers.”
“And you think I’m one of these slayers?” She asked.
“Pretty sure, yeah. There was originally only supposed to be one, but that changed. Funny story actually how it happened.”
“You’re just stalling me so I won’t kill you.” She said angrily getting ready to strike.
“No actually I’m telling the truth. And I’m also telling the truth when I say that I don’t want to hurt you.” Spike said slowly.
“Well, I want to hurt you.” She lunged forward and attacked with some punches and kicks, all of which Spike avoided or blocked.
He swung her around and smacked her head into the brick wall next to them. She passed out and fell to the ground. “Sorry, luv. But I’m not in for a fight with a slayer right now.”
Spike hurried to the entrance of the alley and glanced back at the girl. He knew that she would come to any moment now, so he didn’t have much time to get away. He stopped himself once he was back onto the street and debated going back. She was lying there open for any attack. But then he realized that she would go for him the second she came to. “She’s a slayer. She can handle herself,” he said to himself.
He continued down the street, not looking forward to what had to happen next. He knew that he would have to make a phone call that he knew he wasn’t ready for. But Buffy needed to know about the girl.
He found his way back to his small basement apartment and threw his leather duster onto the couch. He had found the apartment out of pure coinincidence. His first night in New York was filled with fighting and the last human he defended happened to own an apartment building. The man offered him a cheap rate for having saved his life, and Spike had a new pad. The apartment looked almost exactly like the one Lindsey, posing as a friend, had given him in LA; which meant that it was scarcely decorated and the fridge was filled with blood. Pig’s blood of course. He looked through his things and found the paper with the number on it and picked up his phone.
It rang a few times before someone answered. “Hello?”
Spike smiled at the familiar voice. “Hey, Little Bit.”
“Spike,” Dawn said a smile in her voice. “How are you?”
“Pretty good. Avoided an apocalypse, so I figured a new city was in order.”
“Right, you moved to New York. So, how is the big apple?”
Spike frowned. “How did you know where I was?”
“Oh,” Dawn paused. “Angel kinda told us. He called a few weeks ago to let us know what happened in LA.”
Sodden Angel, Spike thought. “Anyway. I’ve got a problem here. Is…is Buffy around?”
“No, she’s…out.” Dawn hesitated. “You’re problem doesn’t have anything to do with the new slayer does it?”
“Now I think you read minds. Yeah, she nicely gave me a kick in the head. Literally.” He said.
“Yeah, Willow told us yesterday.”
“So, is…will…someone should come and get her.” Spike said, not knowing what to say. The thought of seeing Buffy again gave him a jolt of adrenaline. But he knew that it could never work.
“We already sent someone.” Dawn said.
Spike didn’t like the sound of her voice. “Who?”
“Andrew.” She said a little too chirpy.
“You sent Andrew? I thought you want to train her not drive her insane,” Spike said.
“He’s really turned around. You know, you saw him. And he’s excited to see you. You two seemed to have bonded. Which is more than a little scary. Anyway, he should be there tomorrow.” Dawn said.
“Right. So I look for the boy wonder and point him in the right direction. Thanks, Dawny.”
“Not a problem.” She paused. “Spike?”
“Yeah?”
“We miss you. All of us.” Dawn said sincerely.
“I miss you two. Tell Buffy,” he paused. “Naw, don’t tell her anything.”
“Bye, Spike.”
“Bye.” Spike hung up the phone and thought for a moment. He missed being in the real action, but that always revolved around Buffy. He still couldn’t figure out if his feelings for her were really genuine, but they were the only feelings that ever mattered for anything in his life. And he missed them.
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