THE WORLD IS MINE
Author’s Note: Well, this one is going to be a little different for me. And, yes, the title is taken from a line in ‘Scarface’ with Al Pacino. It will make sense later.
Some warnings right off:
(1) This is angst ridden, no question about that.
(2) Both Spike and Buffy will be on the side of good here so don’t expect a really evil Spike. He’ll be ruthless, of course, but not evil and yes, he’s a cop in this; so is Buffy.
(3) Xander is going to be the evil bad guy in this fiction so if you love him…..well; this is a warning.
(4) Anya is going to be nearly as evil and bad as Xander so again; if you love her, please be warned.
(5) Buffy isn’t exactly a perfect saint in this story. I never cared for saintly Buffy, but she won’t be evil; just a bit confused and slightly bent.
(6) There will be references to drug use by main characters. Nothing too graphic but it will be there. There will be character deaths, etc., so please be warned about that also.
(7) Finally, this story is not going to be just Spike and Buffy’s POV. Everyone will have their say in one way or another.
Summary: Buffy is a police officer in sunny Sunnydale, California. She is on the narcotics division of the force which will cause numerous complications.
Her best male childhood friend, Xander Harris, is a drug lord working out of Los Angeles. He won’t stay in LA for long, believe me and he apparently has no conscience whatsoever. Along for the ride is Anya Jenkins, Xander’s long time mistress, who also seems to have little or no conscience.
When a tragedy occurs, right there in Sunnydale, one that Xander instigates, Buffy is forced to ‘take on’ a new partner. The new partner is not from around there; he’s actually from Scotland Yard and the nephew of Rupert Giles. Guess who!
I do not want to reveal too much more, since this is an idea that has bounced around in my chaotic brain for a while now.
I hope you will read this and enjoy; again, it will be dark in places and Buffy is not a saint in this one.
Oh, there will be no Buffy/Other or Spike/Other in this story. It will take a while for Spuffy, but I’m not going to even go ‘there’ with the other stuff. Xander is obsessed with Buffy, of course, but that’s the end of that; no mutual feelings on Buffy’s part; ever.
Chapter 1: ‘Disarm’
“Behind every great man is a better woman. Behind every bad man is a woman who is bad to the bone!”
{Forgive me; I took a great quote and added my own ‘twisted’ twist!}
‘Flashback to earlier in the day’
Buffy Summers watched the macabre little man, Mr. Snyder (why didn’t anyone know this dick’s first name anyway). He helped the cemetery grounds’ keepers lower the expensive oak casket into the ground; via hydraulics of course.
Mr. Snyder (first name anonymous) was the most successful mortician in Sunnydale, California. That was saying something, it really was. There had to be at least twenty really good morticians in the vicinity; and to be the most successful was quite an accomplishment.
The funeral service had been long; sad and pretty fucking uncomfortable for Buffy. She was sure it had been quite uncomfortable for everyone in attendance certainly. Especially the poor family of the man being buried today.
Robin Wood, the man being buried here today, had been Buffy’s long time partner on the Sunnydale Police Department. More then that, he had been a friend, at least to Buffy he had.
Not only had Robin Wood welcomed Buffy into his life, but also into his family’s life. Robin was married to Kendra and the couple had two beautiful children; a girl and boy.
Right now, the entire remaining Wood family seemed to be watching Buffy, studying her as it were. Kendra’s expression had gone from grieving widow to vengeful angry grieving widow in a matter of moments. Unless Buffy was mistaken, not only did Robin’s widow blame her for her husband’s death, but the entire ensemble here today apparently shared Kendra’s feelings.
‘Oh shit,’ Buffy groaned inwardly. ‘This is going to be one long miserable day.’
Robin Wood had been Buffy’s partner in the Narcotics’ Division of Sunnydale for at least three years. Although they were great partners together, that’s where the partnership ended. At work.
Buffy had her personal life and Robin had his even fuller personal life. It was a life that included a beautiful wife and two young children; a girl and boy.
After the horrific funeral, complete with accolades of praise for Robin Wood, Buffy had stumbled back to the precinct. It had been nearly impossible for her to do so, but she managed somehow.
She had not even bothered to change out of her proper black funeral dress. Besides, it certainly matched the mood inside the precinct walls.
Rupert Giles, Buffy’s superior, sat in his ergo chair and watched her with weary, wary eyes. He was a handsome man even to Buffy. Her admiration of him was based on more then just good looks however.
The British born Captain Rupert Giles had been Buffy’s mentor for years. He had showed up in her life at a rather rough time; when Hank Summers, Buffy’s father, had skipped out on her and her mother, Joyce.
Giles as he was normally called was married to a wonderful woman named Jennifer. Both of them had taken Buffy and her mother in, just like family.
This turned out to be a good thing for Buffy since she had a tendency, in her youth, to get into some trouble about Sunnydale. That was well over ten years ago, however, and Buffy had straightened up and even gone to the police academy.
Giles took a sip of his tea and watched Buffy from over the top of the cup. He scowled, briefly, then sat the cup down and folded his long, slim hands together on his desk.
“How are you holding up?” Rupert asked his employee in a serious tone.
“Okay,” Buffy lied as she shrugged her slim shoulders in a show of indifference.
‘Who gives a fuck how I’m holding up,’ Buffy asked herself ruefully. ‘This is about Robin’s family for Christ’s sake!’
“Liar,” Giles whispered, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms across his rather impressive chest.
“It could have been you, you know,” he added as an afterthought. “Xander Harris could have sent those assassins after you instead of Robin,” he finished with a sad sigh.
“I’ll relay that bit of information to Kendra Wood and her two children,” Buffy snorted sarcastically. “I’m sure that’ll make them feel a hell of a lot better Giles!” She shook her blond head angrily and slumped back down into her own seat.
“Buffy,” Giles began in that clipped accented fatherly tone she hated so. “No one blames ‘you’ for what happened to Robin Wood. He knew this job was…..”
“Dangerous when he took it?” Buffy finished the sentence for her boss. “Doesn’t make me any less at fault, does it? Especially since if it hadn’t have been for me, Xander Harris would have been dead and buried years ago!”
Giles felt his stomach sink, yet again, and tried to mask the sad smile that threatened to show itself. He knew all about Xander Harris and his past; that and how Buffy Summers fit into it. However, it was this little blond dynamo, Buffy Summers, that Rupert Giles was most concerned about.
“You did not have a crystal ball, dear. Not back when you were eleven or ever since for that matter,” he continued patiently, his bushy brows were furrowed together in thought. “How could you know that when you pulled a twelve-year-old boy from a flooded river wash; that he would turn out to be an evil, vicious drug lord and murderer?”
“That’s a redundant question, isn’t it Giles? I mean ‘drug lord and murderer’ are pretty much one in the same, right?” Buffy shot her boss a sardonic little smile which caused him to smile also. It was pretty much the first time either of them had smiled in nearly a week.
“Besides,” Buffy continued quietly, “you know Xander’s childhood history almost as well as I do. You know what monsters his parents were; his whole family was. Christ, Giles, the father knocked Xander around for entertainment most Saturday nights. His mother wasn’t any better and…..”
“Xander could have, should have rose above all that, Buffy,” Giles interrupted her in his sternest voice. “We all have, what do you young people call it nowadays? Baggage, that’s it. We all have baggage from our childhood, Buffy.”
“He was old inside his shoes,” Buffy whispered breathily. “He burned beyond his years and….” Her sentence trailed off when she saw the way her mentor scrutinized her.
“Yes, we all know how well that little family reunion turned out; between Xander Harris and his parents,” Giles mumbled ruefully.
A sour frown again marred Rupert Giles’ handsome mouth and Buffy thought he looked much older then just last week. Robin’s death had affected everyone he knew; in various ways of course.
“My brother and I were raised by our grandparents,” Giles began warily. “I believe I have told you before how stern and strict our Nana and Old Da were.”
“Giles you don’t have to rehash this painful subject,” Buffy sighed and rolled her eyes. “I know you and your brother had an unhappy childhood but…..”
“No, Buffy, it is more then just that,” Giles held up his hand as if to stop her verbal retort.
“My brother, Geoffrey and I were basically orphans, you know that. Our parents had been killed, tragically, in that horrific train accident on the way to Kent. I do not wish to bore you Buffy,” Rupert muttered harshly, his blue eyes were filled with a long repressed anguish.
“I’m sorry Giles. I don’t mean to make your unhappy childhood seem unimportant and all,” Buffy mumbled regretfully. She lowered her green eyes, ashamed at her callousness to this good man before her.
“Buffy, it’s not that I feel that you are callous towards my unhappiness; not at all. Although Nana and Da were strict; nearly brutal actually, they did try their best with Geoffrey and myself. Of course, they could have been less abrasive,” Rupert’s mouth quirked slightly at the corners.
“Nana never cared for my father and thought mother should have done better. Even after my parents were killed,” Giles hesitated and shook his graying head at the memory.
“The point is, dear,” he continued patiently, “that even though my grandparents ruled Geoffrey and I with an iron fist, we managed to survive it. We were not allowed friends; too common for Nana and Da for their heirs to have silly friends. Sunday services at the local parish were first and foremost in our education; even though Da made sure we got to the University, eventually.”
“We did just that, Buffy,” Giles continued as he studied his protégé carefully. “Geoffrey and I did make it to the University and the outside world. I like to think we have become decent, contributing citizens of society. Geoffrey back in England and I, here in the States.”
“I know,” Buffy mumbled; her head still hung down. Just like a spoilt child who had been scolded but good.
“And what of yourself and your younger sister, Dawn? Your father abandoned you all and…..” Giles asked pointedly. He clasped the tea cup, with its cooling contents in his slim fingers and took another thought provoking sip.
“Mom, Dawnie and me,” Buffy whispered; her alert mode completely up by now. “We’ve done just fine,” she mumbled defensively. Her little pointy chin jutted out proudly.
“You have, dear,” Giles sighed; he leaned over and patted Buffy’s petite hand with his. “That is just the point, isn’t it? You and your family rose above the perils of tragedy; just as Geoffrey and I did. Xander never seemed to be able to do that. Understand?”
“I do,” Buffy murmured; not sure she was convinced, much less that she was that convincing.
“Let’s not speak about this any longer, not for now,” Giles offered gingerly. He seemed more upset for himself then for Buffy, but she resisted the urge to point that out.
“Remember something Giles,” Buffy began evenly, “Xander Harris will never really ‘hurt’ me. Oh, he might destroy everyone around me; just to hurt me, emotionally. He’ll never hurt me, physically though. Even Xander Harris has a touch of nobility in him. I saved his life, after all. How could he actually take mine?”
Giles shivered at the coldness in Buffy’s tone and the icy look in her green eyes. He hated it; that she had become so hardened in such a short time in her life.
“Buffy, I have taken it upon myself to get in touch with my nephew, William Giles of Scotland Yard. I feel he would be most constructive in this case to…..” Giles stopped mid-sentence when he saw the angry frown on Buffy’s face.
“So, you don’t trust me anymore Giles? With this case I mean? I mean, shit, you go on about how I’m not to blame and…..” Buffy rambled on angrily, her face was hot and red and she could swear she was beginning to sweat, profusely.
“No!” Giles almost screamed his reply. “I did not mean that you are not capable to handle this case. Or that you are to blame for any of this mess! You need to calm down and see the big picture here, girl; and to behave,” Rupert growled at her.
“Robin Wood was the only other person alive that knew how the screwed up mind of Xander Harris really dysfunctioned. Besides you that is,” he added reluctantly.
“This is William Giles we’re talking about, right?” Buffy asked her mentor in disbelief. “The one everyone back in Merry Olde England calls ‘Spike’ for some bizarre reason?”
“Well, yes,” Giles countered, rather proud to be speaking of his nephew. “He’s a genius, Buffy, truly a genius. No one knows the inner workings of the criminal mind quite like Spike, er uh William does,” he finished with a confident smirk.
“My nephew went to the University, just like his old man Geoffrey and I. He breezed through the classes and ended up in law enforcement; just like us,” Giles grinned smugly.
“That William Giles,” Buffy muttered with a scrunched up expression as she pointed at the picture on Giles’ desk. It was a picture of Rupert and Geoffrey Giles and oh yes, William Giles, apparently pre-Spike days. William had curly mousey brown hair and wore wire rimmed glasses.
“Well that ‘was’ some time ago,” Rupert stammered defensively; he turned the picture on its face to the desk.
“William has changed, a lot,” he mumbled under his breath.
“Oh, and I really so liked the wire rimmed glasses and the nerdy….” Buffy began, but she halted her sarcastic offense when she saw her mentor’s unhappy expression.
“Regardless,” Giles snapped abruptly, “William is coming to the States. He’ll be here before the end of the week and he ‘will’ be aiding you in this case Buffy.”
Giles peered down at Buffy over his own wire-rimmed glasses. He hoped that his stern demeanor showed his little rebel of a detective that he did mean business.
“Okay Giles,” Buffy sighed in defeat. “I’ll wait for your genius of a nephew to arrive with baited breath. Cross my heart.” She hoped that he didn’t notice the sarcasm in her voice.
“Go home and get some rest,” Giles mumbled in a rather cool tone. “You look like bloody hell,” he added almost tenderly.
“Gee, thanks,” Buffy muttered before she stood and walked out of Rupert’s office.
Rupert Giles placed his call to Scotland Yard, London, England quite quickly after Buffy Summers had left his office. He took a deep breath and wished for a stiff glass of fine scotch when his nephew’s deep voice answered his home phone in London.
“William,” Rupert began tentively, “it’s your Uncle Rupert,” he continued, stating the obvious.
“You don’t say Uncle Rupes,” Spike Giles chuckled on the other end; from across the pond.
“I wanted to let you know that I have informed Buffy Summers that you will be joining ‘us’ on this Harris case,” Rupert continued somberly.
“Yeah?” Spike asked, sounding somewhat disbelieving.
“Yeah,” Rupert repeated in reply. “She was not too bloody keen on you coming here William,” he grunted.
“Did you think she would be?” Spike chuckled.
“No, I did not,” Rupert continued, “and I am not sure I’m that on board with all of this. Listen William,” he whispered as if someone was listening in on their conversation. “I am not going to discourage this obsession of yours with Buffy Summers; frankly, I feel that the two of you are well suited to each other.”
“I feel that together you and Buffy could own the world William,” Giles stated with all the sincerity he could muster. The older man was weary from all of this drama for the past week or so.
“Thanks ever so Uncle,” Spike’s deep timbre of a voice echoed through the long distance wire.
“The point is this,” Rupert continued, ignoring his nephew’s cheeky tone. “While I do understand your obsession with Buffy Summers; you must remember that this Harris case is the most important thing now. First and foremost on the list. Also,” Giles hesitated as he tried to format his next words.
“I want you to realize, William, that I do not want Buffy hurt in any manner; physically, mentally or emotionally. It will not bode well with me or my Jenny if Buffy is harmed in any way. She ‘is’ the daughter we never had, but wanted. Remember, Xander Harris is obsessed with Buffy Summers also. His obsession, however, is psychotic and dangerous; very dangerous.”
“Oh, I’m bloody well aware of how dangerous Xander Harris is,” Spike muttered harshly from the other end of the phone line. “I promise you Uncle Rupert, I’ll not let anything happen to ‘our’ Buffy. God as my witness.”
There was a large, off-white but foreboding mansion that sat just off of Mullholland Drive deep inside the canyon of Malibu. The off-white building, with its large turrets resembled a fortress. Oh, and it was, really; quite a fortress to be seen and admired.
Said mansion belonged to none other then Alexander ‘Xander’ Lavelle Harris and his beloved mistress, Anya Jenkins. The mansion had been commissioned by Xander for his girl, Anya, to her specifications. It sat back from the main road, well back into a somewhat green but also somewhat barren hill.
The electric security fence encased the house and surrounding yards. It had to because Xander Harris was a very important man; yes he was. Because Xander was important, so was his woman Anya. They complimented each other that way; Xander and Anya. Where one ended, the other began and visa versa. Or so it seemed to the outside eye.
Xander Harris sat in his study; the one Anya had insisted he have built for himself. She had gone on and on about how it added a touch of class to the house; to her and to Xander.
He sipped his whisky like a pro and why shouldn’t he? Xander had mastered the art of drinking hard liquor by the time he was eighteen-years-old. Hadn’t his daddy dearest taught him everything he needed to know; at a young age? How to live hard; work hard and drink whisky hard? Oh yeah, and how to fuck hard too, don’t forget that Xand.
Xander listened to his girlfriend; mistress or whore or whatever they called it these days. She was in the nearby bedroom, talking to that bimbo of a cousin of hers, Harmony. He could just hear the little blond slut jabbering on and on; Anya had her cousin on speaker phone.
“I’m going to the country, with Derrek,” Harmony whined in that stupid nasally voice of hers. Anya grunted and snorted her approval between breaths and wasn’t everyone just fucking delirious with happiness?
‘How did I end up with such a fucking low-life bitch as Anya?’ Xander had to ask himself this for the thousandth time in a year.
Oh, she was hot, that was for sure. Anya had assets that other broads only wished they could ever have. She gave the best blow jobs; had a head for finances and oh yeah, the best thing about her? She could blow an enemy’s head off with a revolver with ever blinking one of her glued on eyelashes.
“Now, that’s a woman,” Xander rasped as he drained his whisky glass dry.
“Xand!” Anya bellowed from the bedroom. “You comin’ to bed soon? I’m horny!”
“With winged feet my goddess,” Xander replied with a hearty chuckle.
However, before he stood and joined his lover in their bedroom, Xander decided to play a happy little tune on his CD player. After setting the remote to its desire channel, he nestled back down in his study chair and poured himself another drink.
Xander’s song:
{Disarm by Smashing Pumpkins}
‘Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the year’s burn…..’
“Are you coming?” Anya bellowed again, this time way to close to Xander for his comfort.
“Geez, do you have to listen to such fucking depressing music?” She pouted, briefly before flopping down on his lap.
“This music is kind of inspiring for me baby,” Xander slurred in response. He was feeling the affects of over three glasses of strong whisky.
“Why, because your mommy and daddy were real psycho fucks?” Anya asked with an indifferent yawn. She inspected her newest manicure non-chalantly; never noticing the resentful look in Xander’s deep brown eyes.
‘I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What’s a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you’
“It is really too bad that the bitch didn’t take the bullet,” Anya snorted and shifted around on Xander’s ample lap.
“You know I’ll never take Buffy out,” Xander whispered. His tone was almost reverent.
“Why, because she pulled you from a river wash over fifteen years ago?” Anya looked at her lover with wide brown eyes of her own.
“Something like that,” Xander muttered under his breath as he drained another glass of whisky and tried to juggle his girlfriend on his lap.
‘Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who’s left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What’s a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this over to you’
“So you’ll what? Take out everyone that means anything to Buffy Summers?” Anya laid back into Xander and snuggled into his embrace.
“Not everyone,” Xander murmured as he stroked his Anya’s ample breasts with his meaty hands.
“She is a bitch, you know that, right?” Anya muttered sleepily as she nuzzled Xander’s neck with her mouth.
‘Not as big a one as you,’ Xander hissed silently to his lady love. The chorus of his favorite song boomed through the CD amps and seemed to shake the whole room with its bass.
“The world is mine, baby,” Xander murmured instead, nuzzling Anya’s silky dark tresses.
“No, it’s ours,” Anya countered smugly as she kissed her man’s familiar, welcoming mouth.
‘The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you…..’
Buffy Summers lay in her huge, double occupancy tub. She had this little beauty installed in her condo, special order, when she’d moved in over two years before.
She loved this tub; the whole bathroom it sat in and well the entire fucking condo for that matter. It was built for her; designed and decorated, just for her.
The music from her custom stereo component blared out into the bathroom and adjoining bedroom. She purred in time to the heavy beat as she reached over to the little table next to the tub.
With half-closed eyes, Buffy grasped the joint she had rolled earlier and saved for just this moment. She lit the blessed little number and took a nice long toke from it; savoring every taste and scent of the delicious smoke it emitted.
Buffy fully opened her green eyes and stared at the full length mirror that stood just opposite of her tub. She took in the sight of her bubble covered naked body.
Her green eyes were wide open now as she surveyed herself and the innocent looking half smoked little joint in her right hand.
“Hypocrite,” she hissed at her reflection in the gold guilded mirror.
A/N: I’m going to try and explain some aspects of the characters in the next few chapters. I understand that as it stands, some of them might seem a bit disjointed and confusing at this point.
Thank you for reading and please review, spufette.
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05/18/17 04:16 am
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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10/06/16 08:34 am
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08/31/16 03:45 pm
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Chrissel
08/31/16 03:43 pm
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