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Two of a Kind
Disclaimer: Buffy™ and its characters are not mine.
Summery: Set during ‘Becoming pt 2’. When Angelus is sent to Hell through Acathla Spike emerges from the other side as the portal closes. Upon seeing a sobbing Buffy he takes her in his arms glad she is alive again. Before turning her for the second time. As Spike re-lives his life in the other dimension with this worlds Buffy, the real Spike is off getting dumped by Dru. Dreaming of Buffy and who he assumes to be himself, doing things that never happened. Determined to put a stop to the dreams he heads back to kill her, only to arrive a week or so after the other-dimension-Spike has been taken back to his world. Left with a Childe slayer and a growing love for her, how does he cope with the fact that he has to live up to the ghost of himself in her heart?
A/N: It’s confusing I know… but I’ll make it as easy as possible to understand. Below I have written an account of the other Dimension that Spike is from.
AU World Info
World - [Think The Wish but with Spuffy in charge not the Master.] Small group of demon hunters killing as many as possible, working with the new slayer.
Spike - Buffy’s Sire, turned her in School Hard. Her mom never had a meeting with Snyder, so she wasn’t angry and went straight home. Wasn’t there to save Buffy.
Dru - Died in Prague. Left Spike on his own so he took himself a new lover, Buffy.
Buffy - Spike’s Childe. A Master Vampire herself. Very much in love with each other. Turns her friends and Giles as minions/Childe. Slayer gets her.
Giles - Buffy’s watcher, turned Spike’s minion. [Think Dalton in tweed.]
Willow & Xander - Buffy’s Childe, mated to each other. Very loyal.
Cordelia - Pretty much what happened to her in The Wish except worse.
Angel - After killing the Master, Angel was imprisoned by the anointed one. When Spike came to town and killed the slayer, the anointed was killed as well and Angel tortured [mentally and physically] by Buffy. Before Spike killed him.
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Part 1
Buffy cried onto Angels shoulder. Finally his soul was restored and it was too late, Acathla let out a low rumble behind them. Buffy stared in shock as Acathla’s mouth opened wide releasing the swirling vortex to Hell.
“What's happening?” Angel asked his lover confused. He felt as if he hadn’t seen her in months.
Whispering reassuringly Buffy pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh. Don't worry about it.”
Her fingers moved across his cheek before she let it rest there. She kissed him softly slowly the kiss became more passionate as tears trailed down her face. As she noticed the vortex grow larger Buffy broke off the kiss and looked into Angel's eyes.
“I love you.” She whispered.
“I love you.” He whispered back.
Pressing her fingers to his lips again she smiled reassuringly. “Close your eyes.”
He closed his eyes as she fought back the tears, kissing him again gently. Taking a step back she thrust the sword into her loves chest. A bright light shines from the sword as Angels eye snap open staring at her in surprise. She stepped away from him as he reached out to her. Her gaze drawn to the sword sticking out of his chest.
“Buffy...” He implored bewildered.
Taking further steps back, still looking only at the sword in his chest and not into his face Buffy raises a hand to cover her mouth as the tears fall harder. Angel still holds out his hand to Buffy as the energy draws him into Acathla’s mouth, closing behind him. Buffy stares at the stone demon for a long moment, a light suddenly surrounds it before breaking off into an explosion of color. When the light vanished, a naked man lay on the floor at her feat sobbing his eyes out. Slowly Buffy moved towards him, fighting back the tears.
“Spike?”
The winter here is cold and bitter
It's chilled us to the bone
We haven't seen the sun for weeks
Too long, too far from home.
I feel just like I'm sinking
And I claw for solid ground
I'm pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low.
Spike watched his prized Childe, his lover and saviour fight the brunette slayer. Her movements fluid as she remembered the slayer powers she once contained now replaced by that of a demon, but the memory remained. Using it to her full advantage she ducked and weaved and hit the other girl. Buffy pinned Faith beneath her and was about to claim her second slayer in her short life as a vampire when out of the corner of her eyes she spotted the new slayer’s watcher, Wesley Whyndam-Pryce. Incompetent fool if there ever was one, but none the less a threat to her beloved Sire, if he wasn’t paying attention.
“Spike... Ahh!” She shouted in warning, it soon turned to one of fright as Faith used her distraction to flip them over. One of the brunettes hand shoved her head to the side, holding it against the floor so she couldn’t bite her, and the other grabbed her stake and slammed it through her heart.
Spinning around to face the watcher, Spike knocked him unconscious. The scream of his Childe preventing him from taking the chance to murder Wesley. Her head pinned to one side by the slayer, Spike could see the fear all over her face. Her eyes wide in fear and apology, for failing him. He screamed her name into the darkness as her body crumbles to dust before his eyes. Launching himself at Faith his hands wrapped around her throat as he used his legs to pin her to the ground beneath him. Slowly choking the life out of her he smiled in evil satisfaction at how her eyes bulged out of her head from the lack of oxygen.
As he heard her heart beat slow, he vamped out and sank his fangs into her neck. Draining her until her heart stopped, he added a forth slayer to his name before lifting her and carrying her to the gave with a cross for a tomb stone. He removed two stakes from her person before placing her against the stone. Using his vampire strength he impaled on hand with a stake nailing it to one length of the cross, before doing the same with the other hand. Picking up the stake that killed his love, he drove it through her heart, regretting not doing that while she was still alive. He walked away from her crucified form before dropping to the floor in tears.
The last thing he heard before the portal opened behind him was the sound of his loves two Childe calling his name frantically. The next thing he saw was Heaven.
And, oh, darkness
I feel like letting go
If all of the strength and all of the courage
Come and lift me from this place.
I know I can love you much better than this
Full of grace
Where everything we said and did
Hurts us all the more.
Where ever he was taken burnt him, and Spike had no objections to the pain. His Childe of a year and half was dead because he was too caught up to notice the watcher sneak up on him. His life had cost hers. The clothes seemed to burn on him and fall down in chunks of dust. And the flames continued to lick at him yet his skin never burnt, never caught flame and sizzled. Just became unbearably hot and irritating, but in Spike’s fame of mind he wasn’t too bothered.
He was snapped out of his shock by the site of an Angel in Hell, Buffy with her long blond hair and her beautiful features stood before him dressed in a shimmering gown of white and gold. Her hand traced his face softly before she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
“I love you.” She whispered. “Love her like you do me.”
“I love you too, pet. No one but you.” Spike had no idea who she meant, but he knew without a doubt that he could only love Buffy. Suddenly as quickly as she appeared she disappeared leaving Spike empty and alone again.
The he saw Angel in Hell, and grinned. Serves the bastard right, he wagered. Before another flash of light consumed him and dumped him onto a cold stone floor in the darkness, completely devoid of his clothing.
“Spike?” She asked hesitantly, still walking closer.
It's just that we stayed too long
In the same old sickly skin
I'm pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low.
And, oh, darkness
I feel like letting go
If all of the strength and all of the courage
Come and lift me from this place.
She knew it was him, somehow she knew. A flash of white and then a flash of color and he lay before her, naked as the day he was born. Slowly, he raised his head to look at her, his eyes glazed over as he drank her in, he blinked back the tears as he sat up to face her. The practically virginal Buffy blushed crimson and looked away causing Spike to laugh at her.
“Come now, pet, we’ve done more than just look.” He replied, cocky and arrogant, his erection resting against the tautness of his stomach.
“Spike, I don’t know what you are playing at, but go find some clothes and get out of town like you promised.” She snapped turning and storming towards the doorway.
Before she could pull the door open she was gripped in a vice like crush, her arms being squeezed as the vampire turned her to face him and hissed at her. “What did you do to Buffy?”
“Let go of me you retard. I am Buffy!”
I know I can love you much better than this
Full of grace
I know I can love you much better than this
It's better this way.
‘Only one way to find out.’ He thought and with a low growl vamped out, sinking his fangs into the column of her throat. Purring with delight as the familiar blood filled his mouth, tinged with life like it had been when he first drank from her, his hands loosened their grip, sliding lower to rest on her waist, pulling her closer to him.
He drank until her heart slowed, and on its last beat slashed his own wrist and offered it to her. Survival won out over disgust and soon Buffy was latched to the demons wrist, drinking her fill of his life giving sustenance. He pulled her off his arm, licking the wounds closed and laid her out on the floor next to him. Pressing a small, feather light kiss to her forehead he smiled. She wasn’t his Buffy, but she was his Buffy now.
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