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The Mansion stood tall and empty, giving an air of foreboding. Buffy rubbed her shoulders nervously. She was still unsure about the plan her and Spike had hatched to stop the awakening of Acathla. She sighed, glancing at him. Spike, the pain in her ass, had approached her with a deal she couldn’t pass up. He would her stop Angeles’s apocalypse as long as she let him escape Sunnydale with his ho-bag girlfriend in tow, never to return to her town again. Of course, she had reservations. After all, she was making a deal with the devil here, but she could see no other way. Angelus had to be stopped somehow, and Spike’s offer was the best way to do it.
At least this deal meant that her friends were somewhat safe. Thanks to the peroxide pest, Xander and Willow never had to face off with Angelus…at least not yet anyway.
Angelus. She closed her eyes against the ache the name caused her. He was the monster with the face of the man she had loved. She knew that Angel was gone forever now…but see Angelus…witnessing just how evil he really was…knowing what was hidden inside the man she had spent so much time with and gave her virginity to…it broke her heart.
“Ready Slayer?” Spike asked, stomping out his cigarette, unaware of his reluctant companion’s inner turmoil. “Remember, we have to be fast about this. The Poof and Dru will be back from their hunting soon. I rather that big rock in there be smashed to tiny bits by then,” Spike took another draw off the cigarette, ignoring the disgusted scrawl sent his way.
“Do you have to do that?” Buffy frowned. Smoking was so disgusting. She wished Spike would wait until after their mission to light up. There was nothing she hated more then second hand smoke…wait. She took that back. She hated him and creatures like him! All except for…no. She couldn’t think of Angel now…she couldn’t think of him ever again. Angel was dead. The creature in his place was just a distant relative that she was going to have to kill in the not so distant future.
“It calms my nerves,” was his flat reply. He didn’t even bother to look at her.
Buffy just rolled her eyes. As if she cared about his nerves. “Are there anyone else in there?”
“Nope. Just that idiot minion Angelus has guarding the thing, but he’s easy pickings. I’m all ready when you are pet.”
Buffy tightened her hold on her stake, prepared to follow Spike inside. She may be working with Spike, but that didn’t mean that she trusted him. One false move on his part and he was dust. She would just have to find another way to stop Angelus. “Ok. Let’s get this over with.”
The mansion was indeed deserted, no minions in sight. How unwise of Angelus. His arrogance had indeed reached new heights. Keeping her slayer senses on alert, Buffy followed Spike into a larger room where Acathla was in the cent of the floor with a single vampire sleeping up against it, unaware of the uninvited guest.
“Like I said, love. Bloody idiot,” Spike snorted. This was going to be too easy. He made a move to decapitate the wanker when he remembered that he wasn’t alone. He moved aside to make room for the slayer. Perhaps she wanted the honors. “Sorry. Did you want a go?”
“God, just kill him already. We don’t have time for this,” Buffy rolled her eyes, hiding her amusement at Spike’s show of chivalry. It wouldn’t do for him to know that she found him funny at times.
“As you bloody well wish,” Spike grabbed the vampire’s head and gave it a good twist.
Buffy coughed as vamp dust drifted into her nose. Ugh, she hated what that happened. She always choked on the dusty remains. “Gross.”
“Come on, love. Let’s get the sodding deed over with. The sooner this is done, the sooner Dru and I can blow this bloody town,” Spike took hold of the statues head.
“Amen,” Buffy agreed, going for the statue’s feet. Spike wasn’t the only one ready for this Acathla threat to end. The sooner the statue was gone, the safer they all would be. No doubt about that.
~*~
So. That was that. Acathla was now nothing more then a pile of rocks sinking down to the depths of the ocean, witnessed only by one slayer and one vampire. Another apocalypse had been prevented and Buffy’s friends were safe.
Buffy looked at Spike and not for the first time was astounded by how good-looking he really was…and the accent…if only he wasn’t a vampire, and a soulless one at that. With Angel gone, she wouldn’t have minded getting to know him better.
“So you’re leaving tonight…right?” She asked, feeling the need to remind him of his promise and not really sure how she felt about a Spikeless Sunnydale. She had to admit that he kept things interesting.
Spike looked at her, an amused twinkle in his eye. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think the Slayer didn’t want him to go after all. “That’s the plan, love. I’m taking Dru and blowing this sodding pop stand. I can’t guarantee Angelus’s departure…”
“That’s ok. I can handle Angelus. I just want Drusilla gone. I don’t what to have her to deal with along with him,” she winced at her tone. She didn’t mean to sound so harsh. She didn’t like Spike, but without his help, stopping Acathla’s activation would have been a lot harder then it was. “Listen…don’t let this go to your head or anything, because I still hate you, but thanks. You’ve probably saved me a whole lot of trouble.”
He shrugged, not bothering to meet her eyes. He searched for something smart ass to say, but strangely nothing came to him. “Don’t mention it, slayer. If you need help again…”
“I won’t call you,” She smiled, not resisting the amusement she felt. Sometimes you just had to laugh.
“Yeah. Well I better go collect Dru,” Spike shrugged, frowning at the urge to stay. There was something about this slayer that drew him to her. He didn’t know what it was, but hopefully some distance would make it disappear. “Good-bye Slayer.”
She blinked as Spike was suddenly gone. He was off to collect his ho-bag girlfriend and leave her and Sunnydale in peace. Buffy frowned at the sudden sadness she felt over his departure. This should be a moment of relief for her. Acathla was gone and so were two master vampire. If Spike kept his word, she’d never have to see him, nor Drusilla again.
She should be happy, not suddenly missing the peroxide vamp. This was so not of the good. Maybe she just needed some worry-free down time with Willow and Xander. That always seemed to cheer her up. She took one more look at the dark ocean, before heading back to town. Spike and all things concerning him were pushed to the back of her mind. She saved the world. It was time to party.
