A New Way of "Life"
By: Jace Nox
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. Buffy, the Scoobies, Spike, the Poof and the Sunnydale setting, all belong to that great man that we call god, Joss Whedon.
Rating: PG13 for now, will become R later
Summary: There is a prophecy, new changes, and Angel is needed. AU Goes astray after Lover’s Walk and seasons four, five, six, and seven didn’t happen.
Author's Note: Forgive if I don't write Spike completely right, I love the bloke to death, but I'm not British and have limited access to the accent. But I'll be trying my hardest. I also need a beta reader, so any one that is willing please email me. noxnightwolf@insightbb.com Thank you
The following have never happened or occurred differently than they did in season three:
1. Faith did not kill a human, or become evil.
2. Spike did return in lover’s walk and kidnapped Willow and Xander; however there was no kisses or spiking of Cordi. Therefore no Anya.
3. However Spike did the “you will never be friends speech”, Angel took it to heart and left for good.
4. It was during the fight with Trick’s boys that Spike realized he was no longer in love with Dru and what he really wanted was the love of the Slayer and a second chance
5. Spike stayed with the Scoobies, fighting along side them at the mayor’s ascension where he gained the trust and companionship of all the Scoobies.
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Prologue:
Silently entering the gloomy warehouse, the dark duo waited for the chosen one to arrive. The prophecy had said:
One, who wants but cannot have,
Yearns but cannot take;
Shall be the salvation of the dark ones.
One former of light, brought to dark
The other, former of evil, brought to light
When the mouth opens,
The one will sacrifice him-self
To save the dark ones.
So they were searching the warehouse for the “one” that would be their salvation in a fight they could not deter. The duo froze when the squeal of rusted hinges and old wood sounded through the building.
Crouching behind crates a male voice whispered, “Luv, do you see anyone?”
“No,” came the feminine response. The woman stood and readied to pounce on the interloper when the lights flashed into existence, blinding her momentarily.
“Buffy?” the voice echoed in the building.
She turned to the male who called, freezing at the familiarity of it all, “Angel.” She gasped.
He was shocked at the changes his love had taken over the years; long honey colored hair delicately grazed her hips, the long black leather jacket, blood red tank top and the black leather pants that gripped her legs as though they were a second skin. Moving forward he spoke reverently, “Your alive. I heard that you had died. I-I wanted to come to Sunnydale for your funeral but I never,” he stopped speaking when he realized that she hadn’t taken a single breath, growling a stake appeared in his hand, “Buffy. When did you become a vampire?” he asked.
Backing away, not in fear but in a show of innocence, she spoke, “I’ve been one for three months.”
Moving forward with the stake raised he continued to speak, “So I assume the entire Sunnydale gang is dead or turned. How many have you killed, demon.”
Furrowing her brows she grumbled, “I’m still Buffy, just a Buffy with a few extra perks.”
Angel scoffed, “Sure and I’m human. You’re a demon and nothing more. You don’t even show remorse for killing your family,”
Angry she growled, her face shifting to its vampire continence, with her amber eyes glowing, “You are sadly mistaken, I did not kill my family. And I am not just a demon. I am Buffy Anne Summers, vampire slayer, who just happens to be a vampire. And I’ll have you know that,” She was interrupted by a snarl as the brunette vampire had come upon her without her realizing it while she lectured him.
Spike had, had enough, he could feel the sadness and anger rolling off his childe and saw Angel stalking nearer to Buffy while she ribbed him, “Shut your bloody hole, Peaches!” He called as he stood and stepped between his girl and the other.
Angel growled as another stake appeared in his hand, “Spike, I suppose you’re the one that did this to her.”
“Your right, I did. I saved her life.” Buffy placed a hand on his shoulder in companionship as Spike stood against his grand-Sire.
“You didn’t save her life, you ended it. Bagged your third slayer, as well as turning Buffy into what she hated most and what she was suppose to kill,” Angel spat in contempt.
Spike turned his head, catching the eye of the slayer, whom gave him a slight nod, “She’s not a bloody demon,” he shuddered with lust as he felt Buffy cool breath brush against his neck as she chuckled, “well she is but she’s got her soul. And before you start in that, ‘she'll have an unfilled life’ bollocks Red created a loophole free spell, tying the soul permanently to the body.” He paused at the Buffy’s nail tapping his shoulder.
“I’ll take over from here. Angel appears to lost the murdering rage he was in, Sire.” She used his title with respect as well as a well placed barb at the brooding brunette. She pecked him on the cheek before stepping in front of him and speaking, “Willow also added a spell of Human Essence to the soul.”
Angel furrowed his brows, “Human essence?” When the room filled with twin heart beats Angel shook his head, “heart beats.” Looking at Spike, “You have your soul too?”
Spike sneered and flinched as though burned, “Are you daft, I don’t have my bloody soul. I just have the spell.”
Rolling her eyes she walked to the brooding vampire and snatched the wooden stakes from his hands, “Since the male posturing is over. We need to discuss the prophecy and-”
“Actually Buffy, I want to know why you are in fact a vampire.” Angel crossed his arms and glared at Spike.
Throwing her hands up in the air, “Spike, will you please handle the dope please.” She turned and hopped up on a crate, resting her head on her elbows that sat on her knees.
Smiling at her term, “You heard the lady, grab a crate Peaches.”
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“Good Lord,” came a very annoyed British from the back of the store, “Buffy. I have good and bad news.”
Leaning back in her chair with her feet on the table, she groaned, “Wonderful. Hit me with the bad news, Giles.”
The older male came into the room cleaning his already polished glasses as he spoke, “The world is ending as it does every Tuesday.” He put on his glasses to watch all the teenagers groan, “But it can averted quite easily.”
“Really, how is that Giles?” Buffy said in complete slayer mode as she stood to pace.
“The demon, who is called, vescor spiritus, I’m still translating the name. But this demon is going to be attempting to open the hell mouth and he supposedly has the strenght of three demons and,”
“Good thing I’m not an average human. Now how do I kill it,” Buffy interrupted as she stopped in front of Giles.
Suppressing a sigh of irritation he continued as though she didn’t speak, “Both heads must be cut off and destroyed. As a suggestion, I believe Spike should accompany you. Faith is in L.A helping Angel with his demonic problems.”
Nodding, “Gotcha,” she left but before the door even shut she was back, sticking her head inside with a sheepish smile, “Where will I find big, ugly and stupid?”
Giles opened his mouth to speak but Xander intercepted, “I’m sure he’s at his town house as he always is. But tonight is no cover charge at the Bronze so,” the rest of the Scoobies were glaring, “What, I know she met the vest spirit dude but I couldn’t help it.” He grinned and propped his feet on the table.
“The demon will be at the old high school.” Giles spoke as he whipped off his glasses, polishing them again.
“Thanks.”
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Angel huffed, “I don’t want a story, I want to know the circumstances and I want them in the next fifteen minutes.”
Growling softly, Spike readied a smart-ass answer when a small hand touched his arm and a head leaned against his shoulder, “Sire, please I want to go home. And I want to be away from this dumb-ass.” Buffy spoke.
A small smile replaced his smirk and a purr rumbled through his body, “She convinced me to help ‘er.”
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