Dreams of you part 2
Buffy awoke to find herself tied to a chair in a strange place. The last thing
she remembered was fighting a group of demons and something hit her in the
head. She began to test her bonds to see if she would have to break the chair or
the ropes. She looked around to see if she was alone.
From the looks of the room she was in some kind of training room. It reminded
her of the dojo in LA. They did not have one in Sunnydale, but she had been to
one out of curiosity on a trip to LA to meet with Angel. Seeing that she was
alone she began to take the time to work on the ropes. Within minutes she had
loosened then enough to slip out and search for the exit.
As soon as she stood some men entered the room. “Hold it. Where do you think
your going?” one of the men asked. He was average height with a shaved head,
muscles to spare that moved under his skin with a cat like grace she had only
seen in a vampire. He had tattoos all over and his deep gravelly voice just
screamed sexy bad boy even if he was wearing a karate uniform. The other man
had muscles that were not so noticeable, more like a dancer, sleek subtle but
there all the same. He had long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and dark
soulful eyes that reminded her of Angel. Buffy was not sure who they were but
she did not feel any evil intent from them only fear and caution.
She still was angry to find herself tied up by these strange men and it showed
in her answer. “I was about to leave. I assume I am not a guess unless you get
off on tying people up, but I will warn you that if you try and stop me you
will be hurt.” These men may or may not know about Slayers or demons but they
did know when to take a woman’s warning seriously. The second man spoke with an
accent Buffy could not quite place, ”Please we mean you know harm. You were
tied up for both our protection and yours.” He said in calming tones.
Buffy still angry and not wanting to hurt them replied, “Who are you and where
am I? What do you mean to protect you? If I wanted to hurt you then you would
be hurt. I just want to go get my stuff and head back home.” Her anger was
dwindling but she was still irritated. “We will tell you who we are after you
tell us WHAT you are.” The bald guy said trying to look menacing. The other man
rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose like Giles did when she
annoyed him. Buffy could not help but giggle.
The man looked at her and asked, “Just what is so funny?” Buffy smiled, “Let me
tell you what information I have gathered in the last few minutes.” She giggled
again, “You own this place and are mentoring Mr. Tattoos over there in
something martial artsy. You both have seen something in the last ohhh
twenty-four hours that makes you question everything you know to be true and
your trying to process it, part of that being something involving me. Oh and we
are in Seacover Washington and that makes you one Mr. Macleod. Am I warm yet?”
She bust into a fit of giggles at the look on their faces.
Macleod answered, “I am Duncan Macleod of the clan Macleod. Please come sit
with us and tell me how you came to know all this.” Buffy smiled and followed
them to another room and sat on the couch while the men sat in the chairs
facing her. “Would you like to be called Mr. Macleod or Duncan or just Macleod?”
she asked. “Please call me Duncan Miss…” Duncan asked. The other man still
looked annoyed. “You can all me Buffy! Buffy Summers The Vampire Slayer.” Both
men looked surprised.
They had heard the name Slayer mentioned by some demons but had assumed it was
about some hunter not this petite young girl. Duncan looked into her eyes and
realized she was not as young as she seemed and like him she had seen more than
her share of horrors in her life. “From the look on you face you have heard the
term before but did not know it referred to a girl. That also means you hang
out with demons and that is not looking good on you for this trust thing we
seem to be trying for here. As for how I knew that stuff earlier. I saw the
look on your face when your student spoke out of turn. It was the same look I
have been putting on my Watcher’s face since he was assigned to me when I was
fifteen. The sign on the wall told me I was in Mr. Macleod’s dojo and since
owners don’t tend to let teachers and students have the run of the place I
guessed that you were he. What I would like to know is how I got here? The last
thing I remember was fighting demons in an alley near my hotel room and who is
tall, bald and broody over here. He’s reminding me of an old boyfriend. It’s
creepy.” Buffy finished.
Duncan laughed causing the other man to glare at him. “Well X introduce
yourself to the nice Slayer.” Duncan said while trying to hold in his mirth.
The other man gave him another angry look. “Names Xander Cage but most people
just call me X or triple X. I was a well know for my extreme sports videos
called the Xander Zone. Now I fight demons on nights and weekends and train
with Duncan during the day when I’m not out saving the world from terrorist.” X
said as he settled back in his chair.
He was not bragging to try and impress her but as more of a challenge and Buffy
took it as such. “Human terrorist I presume. Since you started this let me
finish it for you. I was called to be the Slayer when I turned fifteen years
old. I was a high school cheerleader and I was everything that title envisions
in most people. I was self centered and superficial and then I was found by my
first Watcher and told about demons and vampire and that I was suppose to fight
them. Powers that be have a twisted since of humor. He was killed and most of
my classmates were as well. I had to burn down the gym to finish killing the
vampires and save the few I could.
My parents divorced, I was kicked out of school and we moved to the little town
of Sunnydale few hours out side of LA. I thought I would start over there but
the librarian at my school turned out to be my second Watcher and I was now
living on a hellmouth. Since then I have had to kill friends that have been
turned, killed my first lover to save the world from being sucked into a hell
dimension, averted an apocalypse every Tuesday. Have battled Master Vampires, a
Hell God and The First Evil all while trying to get and education, raise my
sister after my mother died, trying to protect my friends and Watcher and seek
out a normal relationship with a normal guy while knowing I had to be careful
not to break him. Trying to fight my feelings for a vampire who was my partner
and equal in everyway. Oh and I died twice before I turned twenty. Did I miss
anything??? I think I left out a few minor apocalypses but we did close the
hellmouth and sink the entire town in the process. Oh and that is the pg13 cut
version of my life and very understated cause I was staring facts not
bragging.” Buffy finished with a small smile.
X and Duncan sat there in shock for a moment before Duncan spoke again, “You
have mentioned a Watcher several times. What do you know about Watchers?” Buffy
groaned thinking now that they might be with the Council. “Duncan, you have an
accent I can’t place but I am going to assume that it is maybe Irish or
Scottish and not English?” Duncan nodded and said “Scottish”. Buffy continued.
“You talk as if you know about Watchers already but since you did not know
about me being a Slayer I will assume you are not with the Watchers Council and
tell you what you asked. Into every generation is born the chosen one, the
Slayer, the one girl in the entire world given the ability to fight the
darkness and win. A long time ago when the Slayer was created she was given a
Watcher. She had been a young girl. They chained her to the earth and let a
demon merge with her and created the first Slayer. Being part demon she was
wild and needed to be trained to control her new ability. Thus the Watcher
would train her and even help her at times. He became her friend, confidant,
lover, father, all in one and keep record of her life.
Most Slayers never live past twenty. Some how the spirit of the Slayer finds a
new girl and she is called when the last one dies. Thousands of girls all over
the world are what are known as potentials. They get prophetic dreams that
don’t make since to them. Most think they are nightmares until a Watcher finds
them. The Council was created some time a century or more after the first
Slayer. Men of that time being what they were, the rolls changed. They now
looked upon the Slayer as their property to use. The Slayer had changed and
become more human down the line. As the greed of men changed the sought more
control over the Slayer. The found a way to identify potentials and sought them
out where ever they were.
The Watcher took them from their friends and family and made them into killing
machines. Training them to rely on their Watcher and keep their identity
secret. They trained to fight demons. They had no real chance for any kind of
normal life until they were an adult. At eighteen they were to old to be
called. If a Slayer rebelled the Council took her out knowing another would
take her place. If the current Slayer reached a certain age they used magic to
take away her power and sent her against a powerful vampire as a test. IF she
survived they returned her powers. If she was hurt and unable to fight for more
that a week or so due to a injury the Watcher was ordered to kill her so
another could take her place. That was just some of the horrible things they
had done over the years.
Slayers were never told of these things of course and only knew their Watcher
was there to provide a home, train them, and take care of their basic needs.
Then I came along. My second Watcher did not agree with the way the Council
treated the Slayers. I was not found until I was called so I was not
conditioned to be a Slayer. I was an American California girl and it was the
nineties. Giles, my Watcher, soon learned that none of his training as a
Watcher was going to help him so we had to find a way to work together. He
became like a father to me but unlike many of my predecessors I had friends and
family I refused to give up. Also I was the first Slayer in a long time to be
assigned to watch over a hellmouth.
My friends had seen too much to be in denial like the rest of the world. They
had watched friends and loved ones turn into things that could not be
explained. They began to learn how to fight and helped me. We had our battles
with the Council too. They did not like that I was my own person and handled
things my way. Who cares that I was getting the job done and that I had lasted
longer than any Slayer in their records, or at least the records the new
Watchers were allowed to read. I did not take their crap and even told them I
quit.
The first Evil destroyed the old Council a year ago. It was targeting
potentials all over who some how began making their way to me. I had scared
teenaged girls everywhere all of them looking to me for protection. We began
training them to fight. In the end my friend who had become a powerful witch
performed a spell and awoke the Slayer spirit with in the girls creating a
small army of Slayers. With their help we defeated the First and my partner, a
vampire who sought out and won his soul out of love for me, gave his life to
close the hellmouth.
My Watcher became the new head of what was left of the Council and is changing
things for a better future. The Slayers have all gone to the Council for
training and are able to be assigned to an area. We now have an Army of chosen
ones to help battle the forces of darkness and we each have sisters we can call
on. The Watchers know about Slayers and demons but never having been a Slayer
they can not truly understand what we go through or what it means to not be the
only one anymore. I lost a lot in that battle, friends who were my family, a
lover I only realized I loved once he was gone, and sisters who had come to me
for protection. So I have been traveling on my own for a bit trying to figure
out who I am now and what I want to do with my future. I also have been giving
myself time to grieve my losses.
None of which has stopped the fact that there are still demons out there that
hurt people. Those I hunt, others are harmless, and those I learn more about
and from and make allies. So now you know most of my story. What about the two
of you? I know you are not demons but your not normal humans either.” Buffy
finished and sat back waiting for them to share.
“You are correct we are not fully human. We are immortals” Duncan paused to let
her process that information before continuing, “There is a secret society know
as the Council of Watchers. Most immortals do not know of them. Their purpose
is to record our lives. They are not supposed to interfere or get to know us
but just observe. My Watcher like yours did not totally agree with this policy.
See our Watchers have knowledge of almost every other Immortal out there. Such
information is to valuable to let the wrong people know about.
We do not know where we come from or why we are what we are. The only thing we
know is that we must train to fight. Other immortals can kill us by taking our
head. In doing so they absorb our spirit, so to speak, and gain power. It is
what we know as the “Game”. In the end there can be only one, one whom will
receive an ultimate prize that will either save mankind or destroy it. Sound
familiar” Buffy laughed “Yeah it does. So what’s your story X?”
Xander looked cross for a moment then answered, “Was busted for a few
misdemeanors. People did not like my extreme political statements. Got
recruited into a top-secret government agency, anything about that is
classified. Got killed for the first time on a mission when I can across a
demon with sharp tusk. Was found by a Watcher and sent to find Duncan. That’s
about it. Hey Duncan I think the new guy is here” Duncan and Xander both stood
with swords ready as the felt another immortal approach.
Buffy felt it too but it was familiar in some way. She had a crazy thought
about whom it felt like but he was gone now. The “new guy” and Xander put it
came into the room. Buffy fainted while William the Bloody aka Spike stood
there with his mouth open in shock. It only took a moment for him to regain his
composer and rush to her side.
“Buffy love are you okay? Come on wake up Slayer! Please don’t leave me now
that I found you again!” Spike whispered pleading with her to awake. Buffy’s
eyes fluttered, she opened them to find watery blue eyes staring into hers.
Spike held her in his lap and rocked back in forth as he cried. She passed out
again. The other two men watched for a moment then left the two alone, any
questions could be answered later.
Author’s Note :I
know this first part was a bit rushed but I wanted to set the scene for the
story which is about Buffy and Spike finding out who they are now and how to
live in this world and with each other after all the changes.
Buffy woke to find herself in a bed with some one pressing a wet cloth to her
head. She opened her eyes to see the same blue eyes she knew so well. “Buffy
Love, don’t pass out on me again. I can explain, or try to at least.” Spike
begged her. “Spike? Alive? Heart beating alive?” Buffy asked her voice rough
with the unshed tears building.
He chuckled, “It was a bit of a shock for me too pet. Tried to find you for a
while after but you left just before I got there. I knew I was back but I
didn’t know how or why. My only thought was to find you. After two months of
chasing you I ran into my first immortal. He thought I would be like a fledge
cause he could since I was new. Didn’t know I had been protecting my head and
heart for two hundred years.
When he approached I felt like the chip was going off in my head again until I
met his eyes and the pain stopped. This pillock calls me out real formal like
telling me his name and when he was born. Some of the older Masters use to do
the same thing when taking on another Master.
I told him my name, the name of my clan and that I was over two hundred years
turned. He of course had no idea what I was talking about and drew a sword. I
did not have one. He tisked me like a stupid child for being out without my
sword. I told him I never need one. Then he told me he would take my head and
have my quickening.
I had no idea what he was talking about then. I did however pick up a near by
pipe to defend myself. I had just dusted and mysteriously returned. I was not
about to let some one off me that soon. We fought for a good long while. I did
not have the strength or speed I was use to. My senses were duller. He almost
had me Slayer.
I finally managed some how to get his sword in one hand as we struggled. On
pure instinct I turned it and managed to cut off his head. I thought he must be
a vampire. Then he didn’t dust and I got worried that I had killed a human. In
self defense or not that is not how I wanted to start my new life. That was
when I saw it. This blue light came out of his neck and down his body. Next
thing I knew he was being lifted of the ground and I was hit by a lightning
bolt.
It was my first quickening. By absorbing his quickening I learned what we are.
See I got his memories and those of all he took and they took and so on. My
mind processed what it needed and discarded the rest. He was an evil man and
his darkness tried to take me, but I had also been fighting my demon and others
long enough that it did not have a chance. Through my memories I found Duncan
and asked him to teach me.
I told him some things like that I was new to the Game and about the one I
killed. I told him nothing of my past lives as I think of them now. I also go
by William again. Spike was a demon who died in the hellmouth. I have learned a
lot from Duncan and I have helped him learn to kill demons. We take turns
patrolling the area. Once Duncan has taught me everything he can I planned to
look for you again, but here you are.” William finished his story.
Buffy looked up at him and gently touched his cheek. “If I had know I would
have been looking for you instead of myself. I felt like a part of me died with
Spike. I love you, William, Spike, what ever and who ever you are, I love you.
Please believe me this time. I could not stand it if you didn’t.” William
kissed her tenderly, “Love, I believed you then too. I just needed you to get
out of there and live for both of us.” He whispered as he touched his forehead
to hers.
“William I know I have no right to ask
this but…..I have missed you so much. I love you so much. Make love to me
please. We can talk later I just need you now.” Buffy asked. William laughed,
“I love you too Buffy. I always have and always will but we have been down that
rode and it leads to darkness. We are both very different beings now
literally.” He felt her pulling away and forced her to look at him, “Means we
need to get to know one another again first is all luv. We could take comfort
in each other yeah, but I want it to mean more than that when I make love to
you again. I can hold you though. Like I did that night. I love you Buffy but I
need to be sure before taking that step with you again or we will just end up
hurting each other again.” He gathered her into his arms and held her. “I know
your right as always.” She mumbled before falling asleep. William lay there in
wondered. He was alive, Buffy was in his arms and she loved him. The Powers
sure are a twisted lot he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
The next morning they joined Xander and Duncan for breakfast. “Well anything
you two would like to tell us?” Xander asked. Duncan gave him a disapproving
look although he was curious himself. William blushed, “Slayer and I go way
back.” Was all he said and began eating. After the meal was finished William
spoke again, “Buffy why don’t you see if X will spar with you. I need to talk
to Duncan for a moment.” Buffy nodded understanding and turned, “Well X, you up
to being beat by a girl. I have fought humans before so I will take it easy on
you. Pull my punches and such.” Xander growled and followed her out to the
training room.
“William what do you wish to talk to me about” Duncan asked. “Well I feel I can
trust you with more of the truth about me but it is not pretty.” William said
and Duncan nodded for him to continue. “Duncan how old do you think I am?”
Duncan frowned for a moment, “I would say you were about twenty eight when you
died and I know you are young to the game so you may have dies only once or
twice. If I must guess I would say you might be forty years old.” Duncan said
looking please with his logical answer.
William smiled, “Duncan I was born in the late 1800’s in London. I was
twenty-seven, but day away from my birthday when I was first killed. I was not
an immortal like we are now until I died a second death about a year ago. Then
I was sent back this time I was made immortal as a reward for fighting my
nature and saving the world.” Duncan took in all that he said before speaking.
“And what kind of immortal where you? How can you have died twice? What do you
mean sent back?”
William had expected there to be questions. “Duncan, Remember the books that
Joe sent and how I knew more than what was in the books. Over two hundred years
ago I was bitten and turned into a vampire. I was William the bloody, aka
Spike, Slayer of Slayers. I knew so much about what was in those books because
I lived it. I had killed two Slayer in my time and tried to make Buffy my
third.
To make a long story shorter, I feel in love with her and won my soul back for
her. I gave up my life to close the hellmouth and save the world from the first
evil. The Powers sent me back and I started looking for Buffy. She was my only
thought and mission until I was found by Robert that night. You know the rest.
All I have told you has been the truth. I left out parts until I could trust
you to know them and not use them against me. I just wanted you to know the
truth. I’m going to check on X and make sure she hasn’t hurt him too much. If
you decide to no longer be my teacher I will understand.” With that William
left Duncan to think about all that he had learned.
Mean while in the training room:
“Well X do you want to spar or hold the bag for me?” Buffy asked. “Well
sweetheart lets get warmed up and then spar. I have a routine I follow. It
works the mind, body and soul as one.” Xander replied. “X call me Buffy. Only
one person gets to call me by pet names and it’s not you. You do your routine
and let me know when your ready. I’ll just wait over here and meditate.” Buffy
said as she sat down on a mat out of the way.
She did a handstand and began her mediation workout that she had started with
Giles after high school. She did a one-handed handstand and after a while into
a two handed. Once she achieved this position she did several stretching and
bending movements finally rolling down into a yoga like pose on the floor now
in a deep mediation while she thought about Spike and the future.
Xander watched her in amazement for a moment before shaking his head and
starting his own routine. After a while he finally was ready. Buffy had not
moved. “Okay Buffy lets go” Xander said. She still did not move or even act
like she heard him. He walked up and started planning an attack.
William arrived about this time and smirked as he watched. Xander went in for
the attack. He reached out to touch Buffy’s shoulder. He hoped to flip her
backward and pin her to the mat. Before he even touched her or saw her move he
was on his back with her sitting on his chest pining his arms to his sides her
hand at his throat. “If I had a blade I would have you head.” She said as she
stood and held a had out to him. “May be you should just hold the bag for me?”
Before Xander could say anything William joined them “What say we have a go
kitten. I know we both will hate it but you will have to take it easy on me.
I’m not as strong as I was. I still heal quicker than humans though so don’t
treat me like soldier boy or the Scoobies.” With out a word Buffy began
circling William.
He automatically began moving as the two entered into a dance they had danced
together many times. Xander moved out of the way and Duncan joined him as they
watched the two predators face off. Buffy moved in first and sent a series of
blows that were all blocked. “Come on Goldilocks you can do better than that. I
may not be all that I was but I’m not some poof. Stop treating me like a
fledge.” William quipped.
Buffy attacked again with kicks and punches. One out of three landed. The last
kick William caught and flipped her knowing she would land on her feet. They
both began to break a sweat as it was William’s turn to press the attack. They
both went on like this for half and hour punching, kicking, blocking, flips and
aerobatics that would make and Olympic judge cry for the beauty of it.
They both traded insults and quips during the whole thing and as if a silent signal
was given they both stopped took a step away from each other then headed to the
towels and water bottles Duncan had brought them.
“That was rather impressive. I take it that was a light work out compared to
what you would look like going full boar before?” Duncan asked. He had
questions and curiosities but it was Williams place to tell Xander so Duncan
did not want to give too much away. “Yeah. I’m use to sparing with humans but
no one was as much fun nor as much my match as Spiiiii, erm….William. He’s
different now though. I have to pull my punches more. You Immortals heal but I
don’t think he wants to find himself in a hospital bed and I don’t want to put
him in wheelchair again.” Buffy said absent-mindedly.
She was turned away and did not see Williams face at her comment. “Buffy, Pet I
thought we were past all that now. No brining up bad times and bad memories.
You don’t want me throwing the wanker’s memories in your face, don’t bring up
mine.” William growled.
Buffy spun around, “I’m sorry William. I didn’t mean to bring them up. I forget
some times. You were right last night. We have to break our old habits and get
to know each other again. I love you. What I meant was that I could not stand
to see you hurt like that again.” Buffy said a tone in her voice pleaded with
him to forgive her.
William wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead, “Sorry kitten, Not
mad. You know how I get when it concerns Angel or Dru. That part of me didn’t
die, but it is all in the past. No more what was, only what is now okay pet.”
Buffy smile and snuggled in to him embrace. Xander left the room. He had not
said anything but he had hoped to get to know Buffy better himself. Now it was
obvious that she would be with William.
What was it about him Xander wondered. He felt like a young immortal, fought as
well as Duncan and knew more about demons than the Watchers. If he had known
Buffy for a long time he must have practically grown up with her. These
thoughts and more ran through Xander’s mind as he tried to figure out if he
liked William or not and what to do once he made that decision. He knew one
thing……he was jealous of him and that was a feeling he didn’t like.
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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!
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