TITLE: A SOUL
AUTHOR: GEMMA
RATING: PG
PART: 1/?
SUMMERY: THE TITLE SAYS IT ALL
A tall figure walked along the dark London streets. The only sound that was heard was the thud of his black boots against the pebbled pavement. A street light flickered above his head, revealing his platinum blonde hair and his high cheekbones. A cigarette lay dangling from his lips as he had his hands buried deep in his long jacket pockets. He swaggers along as if it were a hot sunny day in the park. But as the cold wind blows against his body no goose bumps are revealed. It is as if he does not feel the icy breeze penetrate his clothing. He pulls one hand out of his pocket to flick his cigarette, but stops in mid stride. A noise has alerted him. He turns and awaits as another dark figure emerges, it is a vampire. We can see by its long pointy teeth and bumpy forehead.
He lunges at the blonde, but he seems to swat him off easily. The blonde pulls a long pointy stick out of his pocket and penetrates the vampire’s heart, which results in him bursting into a pile of dust. The blonde turns and walks again as if it is a regular occurrence. But for him it is, he walks the earth at night, killing demons in remembrance of his lost love. The Slayer whom he had left in Sunnydale.
Spike sighs at the thought of Buffy. It had been a year since he had gone to Africa and gained this soul he had. He had done it for her. But had left after seeing how happy she was without him. He had been a stone around her neck for too long and he wanted her to be happy. Even if it meant that he was not.
He turns a corner and walks up a few steps to his apartment. He had to get an early start as he was interviewing for a new roommate the next morning.
He was tired of being alone. Even though he had his friends at work he was still lonely. He had got a job at a local bar, he was a bartender. How strange that a vampire had a job. But he was not known as a vampire here. He was just a weird guy who slept all day and worked at night. He had the night shift, the best shift. And the customers loved his wit and sarcastic cockiness. He was a human here.
He got undressed and crawled into his bed as the sun would rise in a few hours and he needed some sleep.
He woke up and cooked himself some breakfast, scrambled eggs and a nice hot cup of blood. He watched the morning news and had a shower as the first possibility would be coming soon.
The doorbell rang just as he finished getting dressed. Spike opened the door to find a small scrawny boy with big glasses staring at him,
“I’m here for the room?”
Spike put his head in his hand and got ready for the long day ahead.
He had interviewed:
3 Nerds
5 Prostitutes
7 really fat women
1 Nun
1 Mortician
3 Plumbers
And a lot of really weird people, even by his standards. He was tired, he was thirsty and he was bored. No one fitted his criteria. He was even thinking of letting one of the prostitutes live with him. But he thought better of it.
He sat down with another mug of blood when the doorbell rang.
“Bloody Hell.”
He muttered as he went to the door,
“Who is it.”
He called.
A women’s voice answered,
“I’m looking for a room.”
Spike and had enough,
“Listen, I’m sick to bloody life of having all you freaks coming around. I’m not a Satanist, I’m not a bible freak. I’m not a bloody man looking for a good time. I just want a normal roommate who won’t get worried if I smoke a lot, swear a lot and sleep in the day and be awake at night. And I want someone who won’t question the blood in my fridge, think you can handle that?”
A loud voice answered,
“Alright, as long as you won’t question me leaving here at night to run around with a pointy stick.”
Spike smiled, that was something he could handle.
He opened the door and nearly fainted. Standing in his doorway was Buffy. His Buffy. She was here.
She had exactly the same reaction, her mouth gaped open and she stumbled backwards.
“Buffy? What the bloody hell are you doing here?”
She stared up at him,
“I-I-I.”
She just stared at him, she had missed him so much over the past year, she had thought he was dead.
Spike grabbed her arm and pulled her inside and held onto her hand like it was a dream,
“My God Buffy, I can’t believe that it is you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and started to cry. Spike said nothing more. He just held her as she cried.
She pulled her head back and looked at him with swollen eyes,
“I thought you were dead. I thought…”
He began to laugh,
“You know nothing can hurt me Luv.”
She stopped her crying and punched him hard across the jaw,
“Where the Hell did you go you bastard. You made me think you were dead. Why weren’t you there? Why did you leave.”
She broke down again and fell to the floor and he just stared at her,
“I-I went back after…well I went back and saw how happy you were without me and I didn’t want to ruin it.”
She stopped crying and smiled,
“You thought I was happy? But I was miserable after you left. I had no one to talk to.”
He smiled,
“Well I had some changes done to me, and well you looked so happy.”
She ruffled her brow,
“Some changes? I’d say, you live in London, you have an apartment. What else?”
He looked at the floor and she began to laugh,
“Spike…tell me.”
Spike looked down at the floor and mumbled something.
“What did you say?”
She asked.
“I got my soul back.”
He stood up and walked over the his fridge and pulled out a bottle of bourbon.
‘Some things never change.’
She said to herself.
“A soul?”
He nodded and she smiled.
“I knew, I just needed you to confirm.”
He blinked a few times,
“You knew?”
She nodded,
“I knew the first second that I saw you.”
He looked at her smiling, but the smile faded,
“Why are you here and not back in Sunnydale.”
The tears began to well up in her eyes again,
“They died…Willow; Xander…Dawn is…She’s dead…Anya, Everyone is dead.”
Spike had nothing to say so he grabbed her and held her as she cried,
“How did it happen luv?”
He asked a tear rolled down his cheek,
“A gas explosion…In the school. They were all inside. They all died.”
Spike rubbed her back with his thumb,
“It wasn’t your fault.”
She cried again,
“I know.”
He let her sit down beside him,
“Buffy, I’m so sorry.”
She looked up and saw the tears falling down his cheeks,
“Spike, you’re crying. Why?”
Spike rubbed them away,
“It’s this pesky soul…I loved them you know. You were all my family. And now they’re all dead.”
Buffy brushed a tear from his cheek,
“It’s not your fault.”
He laughed and kissed her head,
“I know.”
She kissed his cheek,
“You still have me.”
He smiled,
“Do I?”
She laughed and hugged him,
“You will always have me.”
He kissed her softly, and then more deeply. Until they rolled over onto the couch and enjoyed what little joy was left for them.
ONE MONTH LATER
Spike walked inside and looked around,
“Buffy? Luv, you here?”
She poked her head around the door and saw him. She smiled and flew at him wrapping her legs around him and kissing him to life. He greeted her hungrily,
“How was your night?”
She asked.
He let her down onto the floor,
“All right, although I’d much rather be here.”
She smiled and kissed him again.
“How was patrolling?”
She shrugged,
“Same old, vampires, demons and other creatures of the night.”
He smiled and kissed her again,
“Is Giles coming round later?”
She nodded,
“Spike, I wanted you to know how much I love you.”
He captured her mouth and mumbled into their kiss,
“I love you too.”
THE END