Ok I do not own any rights to Buffy The Vampire Slayer or any characters, although having rights to either Spike or Oz would be nice ;). I am merely borrowing them I guess. :P Joss you are so lucky.
The Unwelcoming
Spike sat there swirling the amber liquid in the bottle, he started drinking the night before to keep the thoughts of a certain young blonde out of his head, now he was drinking just to keep the worst of demons out of his head. He had come to the conclusion to no longer torture himself over Buffy, he knew that she would never come to truly love him as he loved her. “I know I could never be the dark brooding pansy that she wants. And I know she wants a real man, someone that actually satisfies her taste for” Spike was cut off by a loud crash and piles of concrete and debris falling to the floor.
Jumping out of his recliner to avoid the sunlight that now shone through his once dark and dank crypt he peered at the rubble on the floor, and the hole in the ceiling. “Fan-bloody-tastic” Spike cursed. Picking up the now 1/3 filled bottle of brandy off the floor he started making his way below the crypt, 1 to get away from the bright light that made his head throb and 2 so he wouldn’t have to deal with the realities of his home being destroyed. “They just don’t make these things like they used to.” He said as he chuckled to himself.
Staggering down the ladder in his drunken stupor he lost his balance and fell on his back. Laying there with his head pounding he felt as if he moved his head would explode, thinking it would be better just to lie there till the pain faded. Suddenly he felt something stir in the air above him, a wave of guilt, sorrow, and fear went through him like a tidal wave. He tensed the bottle of brandy breaking the glass, liquid spilling around him, the strong scent filling his nostrils. Tears rolled out from the corners of his eyes from the feelings he was overcome with. He started to think of everyone whom he had loved and lost, he thought of Dru, his dark beauty, and of Buffy, the fair-haired slayer. He laid there and cried this pain will never truly fade, will it? He thought as he finally succumbed to sleep.
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Spike woke up with a loud hangover, his muscles ached and everything was a blur, the last thing he remembered was buying his brandy, and vodka then walking through the cemetery.
He sat up and looked at the dried blood on his hands and saw the shattered glass on the floor. He stood up off the cold hard packed dirt and climbed up the ladder to the top of the crypt. “What the bloody hell is this?!?!” Spike yelled upon seeing the pile of concrete on the floor, and the hole in the roof He walked over to the rubble and a feeling of sorrow, and fear crept through his body. He noticed a hand sticking out between the blocks of what once was the roof of his home. He strained listening for some sort of life, but there was no heartbeat, no breath, and no signs of life form the body.
Out of curiosity Spike moved to the rubble still not to steady from his drinking from the night before, He started removing the large chunks of debris none to gracefully. He finally got all the rock off the person underneath and stared in awe. He could not move his face was twisted from the pain he felt washing trough his body. He stood there not even noticing there was a figure standing beside him.
“Who is that?” Buffy asked accusingly, “One of your victims?”
Her voice brought him out of his state of shock and emotion. “Chip, remember love, I don’t have victims anymore… well that is unless your offering?” Spike said not even looking at the woman he loved, but had a slight smile on his face having a split second thought of him drinking from this particular slayer before returning his attentions back on the girl.
“So who was she?” Buffy asked walking towards the body.
“I don’t know but I think we should kill her.” Spike said, He was afraid, nothing like he had ever felt before in life, and in death.
“Well I don’t think we have to worry bout that, no pulse” Buffy replied as she was checking the girls neck for a pulse and, bite marks. She noticed no cuts, bruises or any type of maul on the girls flesh.
“Then pray tell me pet, why is she moving?” Spike said as he drew her attention to the girl’s hand. Buffy leapt up and grabbed her stake out of her sleeve. No pulse, obviously dead girl must be a vampire She thought as she raised the stake to plunge through the girls unbeating heart. Just as the stake was about to pierce the girls’ skin Buffy stopped, she was now staring into the warmest eyes; they were a piercing violet color. It took buffys breath away; she felt love, kindness, and peace.
Spike grabbed the stake out of her hands to kill her himself, “NO!” Buffy screamed in panic. “Spike you can’t, she isn’t’ evil, I don’t’ even think she is a demon. Yeah she has no heartbeat, but there is something about her.”
Buffy looked at Spike and saw the fear in his eyes, “Your scared aren’t you?” Buffy said with a laugh. “This girl that look barely bigger than me, and your scared to death of her. This is rich, Spike the Big Bad is scared of a girl.”
“Oh but he should be scared of me, he should be wanting to run for his undead life from me honey.” A soft harmonious voice said from behind them.
Both Buffy and Spike turned to the voice, forgetting about there conversation. “Who are you?” Buffy asked walking to the girl who looked to be about 16 years old. She just stood there dust and dirt covering her from head to toe, her once white dress was now multi colored with filth, but her bright violet eyes seemed to make her shine to Buffy.
“Oh names aren’t important, are they William? Least they never were before.” The girl said sarcastically. Spike could feel hate radiate off her like heat off a radiator. Buffy still felt the love and kindness from her, she felt to Buffy as a mother, and a protector.
“Spike?” Buffy asked looking at him quizzically, “do you know this girl?”
“No, and I really don’t think I want to, I think all I want is her to get out of my bloody home.” Spike was angry, angry that he was afraid, angry that he felt he no longer had any control over his life. He felt as if he was now truly neutered and not just because of the chip. He was having a hard time controlling his emotions, and he knew that this girl, demon, whatever she was had to be the reason. He was for the first time in his life genuinely lost to his emotions. The fear, the sorrow, the loss of all he had loved, all combined was powerful and he just wanted it out of his home and out of his life.
Ok that was it, the first chapter to my first story, reviews are welcome, either good or bad. It's kinda hard to hurt my feelings, unless they are all bad. Just try to be honest
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