It was nothing more than another challenge. Nothing more than a little fun. Like his second chance at his teenage years. It was supposed to be just plain fun. He had given up on trying to be the good guy. He had given up on trying to be the bad guy. He was just going to be neutral, pretend he was mortal, and not some monster of the night like his brooding partner said they were.
It had started out as fun. Then it had turned into something more, and now, here he was, holding her lifeless body in his arms, sobbing as he wished he had breath to revive her. She was so beautiful, with her hair in wet clumps upon her head and her make up running. Her dress was beautiful; fit her perfectly as if it had been made for her. He looked down at her, willing her to open her eyes and look at him once more. Willing her to tell him it was going to be ok with her perfect voice.
As he looked down at her, he remembered how he had met her; how he had decided that he wanted to be William again. How he had gone up to her that night at the Bronze and saved her from Luke who had been about to bite her. How they had become friends even though she didn’t know his dark secret. And now he wished he could go back to the beginning. With the knowledge he had know. Though he wouldn’t change anything except for this very moment. This moment where he would give anything just to die here with her.
He brushed a stray stand away from her forehead, placing a chaste kiss upon her before resting his forehead against hers. “I’ll see you soon baby. So soon. I’m a selfish rude man but baby I have to. I can’t live without you. You won’t know me but baby we’re gonna have so much fun. We’re gonna be in love baby. We’re gonna figure out how to stop this tragedy from happening. And baby, this isn’t gonna be the end of the world. It’s gonna be just the beginning. Oh god Buffy. I love you.”
He silently stood, picking up her limp body and carrying it out of the damp underground church. “But baby, I have some business to finish. Then we’ll start all over baby. We’ll go back to the beginning and you’ll live your life. I promise you.”
The Master stood on top of the school building, looking down into the school library where the hellmouth was opening. He smiled as the watcher and the slayer’s friends tried desperately to kill the demon that was emerging from the hellmouth. “What are you smiling at Master?” The Master turned, letting out a chuckle as he saw Spike emerge from the staircase, holding the dead slayer in his arms.
“I’m smiling at the scene you’re making William. I’m smiling at the mortals down there who think they could defeat me! You know they can’t William and yet you join them. Yet you hold the slayers body as if you loved her!”
“I do love her you bastard!” Spike yelled with rage, holding Buffy to him tightly. “I love the slayer. I love the killer of my kind. I love the teenage human who was more worried about what she was wearing then when the world was ending. I love her and you killed her,” he whispered, looking down at her. “And now, I’m going to kill you.”
“And how will you be doing that William? Your beloved Buffy couldn’t do it, how do you think you can?”
“Because while my baby was strong, she was only sixteen. She was afraid of dying.” Spike looked up, his face morphing into that of his true demon. “I’m already dead; I think that I could handle dying again. But even if I do, I’m taking you with me!”
“Spike! Wait!” Both vampires looked to see Xander and Angel emerge from the stair case. Spike motioned Xander over, handing his fragile Buffy to him for safe keeping. “Spike? What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to set things right. After this, we’re going to go back.”
“Back where William?” Angel asked, looking at his fledgling.
“Back to the beginning. I’m not going to lose her. Not yet.”
“But if we’re going back in time, we don’t need to kill him!” Xander stated, cradling Buffy’s dead body against him. “Plus! She could be unconscious or something! She’s not dead!” Tears began to spring to Spike’s eyes. He growled, turning back to the Master who was watching them with an amused grin upon his face.
“She’s gone Xander and you can’t do the spell until he’s dead. Promise me that if I die with him you’ll do it. You’ll give her another chance to live.” Xander nodded.
“Yea Spike, I’ll do it.”
“Good, now get out of here. You too poofster.” When they didn’t move, he growled, low and loud like a predator. “NOW!” Both Xander and Angel nodded, carefully trying to maneuver Buffy’s body down the stairs.
“Well William, try and defeat me!” Spike snickered, sauntering over to the Master, grabbing him by the neck and hoisting him up.
“Not really trying here.” The Master struggled in his grips. “You know, now I know why I don’t like you. You try to end the world. Vampires don’t end the world. They just eat the people in it. It’s called big talk my friend. There’s a reason as to why you were stuck down there for so many years.” Spike looked in the window, seeing a big sharp point of a railing that had been broken. He smiled, looking up at the master. “Now, you’re going back.” With that, he threw the vampire down and as planned, he landed on the sharp point, crumbling into only ash and bones. “Now, I go back to Buffy.”
The Harvest
Buffy’s eyes darted around the room as the hulking vampire Luke approached her, grinning madly. “Your blood will free the master! And he will walk upon earth and all of hell will rise with him! Amen!”
“Me? My blood? No. My blood bad! Besides, I didn’t say you could have it!” Buffy said, trying to distract him as he began to back her up into the wall. She smiled when she saw there was a light behind the black screen that was behind Luke. “Besides, you forgot one thing!”
“And what is that slayer?”
Spike felt tired and worn, his body slumped to the ground and he looked around, finding himself at the Bronze with Luke and Buffy on the stage in battle stance. Fear rippled through him and he pulled himself up, rushing towards the stage at full speed.
Buffy watched as a man with bleached hair rammed into Luke, before straddling him and pounding the living crap out of him. “Um, hey! Billy Idol wanna be. I can’t do my job if you keep punching him!” Buffy said, tapping him on the shoulder but he ignored her, pulling out a stake and plunging it into Luke’s heart.
“Ok, I see you know what these things are too,” she said sighing, rolling her eyes. The man looked up at her, tears forming in his eyes and he pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly.
“You’re ok. You’re alive. Oh baby, you’re alive,” Spike exclaimed, kissing the top of her head. It felt so good to hold her in his arms again but soon it was gone as she was pushing him away. He looked at her, hurt and confused. “Buffy?”
“Sorry, but who the fuck are you?” Buffy asked, looking at him. Spike shook his head, taking a step towards her as she took a step back. “Don’t come near me!”
“Buffy, it’s me, William. Spike.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know anyone named Spike or William or anyone who looks like you for that matter.” That’s when it hit him. She hadn’t met him yet.
TBC...
A/N: Sorry for a such a short beginning but the next chapters will be longer. Please review!!