Apologies in advance to cloudyvisions

I'm forever going on Sinister-Attraction and checking out the challenge pages! So here is a chapter on the story what would happen if after Chosen if Buffy was so closed in her grief she turned received Black Magic plus the whole evilly thing!





 

The sun shone through the window casting shadows with the sway of the trees. Willow sat at the table and opened up her journal, a pen poised on her lip she nodded and proceeded to write.




It’s been officially six weeks that the original hellmouth has been closed, don’t get me wrong I very thankful that it is. It’s just well I’m bored that there is nothing else for us.
Xander and Anya moved to Las Vegas, although she loves it being that close to all that money. And Xander…. Well he’s just Xander.
Dawn, Giles and Buffy moved to Cleveland as they heard that was where the new Big Bad was. So she is now a slayer again, saving the world from evil.

She thinks that if she slays she would forget about her grief for Spike, It kills me to see her like this.


After the defeat of the First Evil, Buffy stood by that crater and wept, we couldn’t get her to move for hours. And then when we got her on the bus she continued to star out of the back window whispering Spike’s name.

I honestly thought she didn’t love him, although she never said anything I knew. I was that way once a long time ago. It’s not good to dwell up the past. Tara continues to surprise me everyday, my non-use of magic was a blessing. Tara and me have grown so much closer I am truly happy.


Blessed Be
Xx Willow xx

Willow closed the book causing a slight breeze, her red hair blowing slightly. She was now teaching at the local college, when she was approached to teach Demons and Magic who would have thought that was to be her major in life.

She stood up and looked out of the window, spotting Tara talking on the phone she waved. Tara absentmindedly waved back, Willow frowned and stepped out of the bedroom to walk into the garden.

Willow crossed the grass to the summer gazebo; she smiled as she sat next to Tara.

“Of course we’ll be there, I’ll arrange tickets…. Oh you have them okay see you soon,” She pressed the cancel button the phone and sighed.

“Goddess what’s troubling you?” Willow’s hand went to her cheek.

“It’s Buffy, she’s in trouble,” Willow’s eyes widened as she ran into the house to start packing.


Angel sat at his desk, his eyes occasionally darting to the door as if he was expecting someone to walk through. As if on cue Spike materialised through the door a smirk playing on his lips.


“Go away Spike,” He frowned.

“Is that any way to treat family?” Spike laughed as he proceeded to sit down.

The phone rang to his left before he could comment; he sighed and picked up the receiver.

“Hello,”

“Giles, how are you? Is she okay…? Well of course no that’s okay I have the jet. No that’s fine I’ll fly out tonight,” He placed the receiver and sighed.

Spike’s head, shot up when he heard the conversation he knew who they we’re talking about.

“Is Buffy alright?” Spike stood up and cautiously walked towards Angel.

“No she isn’t alright? In fact she’s missing, Giles is worried he’s calling on everyone,”

“Yeah but the slayer can take care of herself,” Angel’s head, shot up from his desk, his eyes narrowed.

“Thing is the last time she was seen was with a guy called Rack,” Spike had to hold on to the edge of the desk, Angel noticed and looked at him.

“Do you know him?”

“I know of him, know he is someone who is very powerful,” Angel squared against Spike.

“So you wouldn’t help her is she needed it?”

“That’s not what I’m saying mate,”

“Good conversation finished, be ready by sundown,” Angel picked up the pile of papers on his desk and walked towards the door.

“I can’t go she thinks I’m dead,” Spike closed the door before he had a chance to walk through.

“It doesn’t really matter, from what Giles said she thinks all of her friends are dead,”
 

Chapter 2:

Willow sat back against her seat as the clouds moved past, she looked over at Tara who was now asleep. After she had rushed into the house to pack, she had sat on the edge of her bed and cried.

After hearing the story relayed from Giles, she knew this was going to be a hard fight.
Buffy had continued to slay vampires on the Cleveland hellmouth, on one particular night she had spotted a man in the cemetery. He sat cross-legged in a circle of candles chanting.

He smiled as she walked closer, his eyes slowly opened. She gasped she remembered someone else with the same coloured eyes.

“Glad you could make it…. Slayer,”

“Oh I’m sorry did the stake give it away,” She spat sarcastically.

“You have a lot of anger, I can feel it coming off in waves, He gestured his fingers in a waving motion.

“So, what’s it got to do with you?” She stood in front of him.

“Nothing really, but grief is an amazing feeling. It drives you I can give you what you want,” he stood up and stood outside of the circle.

Buffy stepped back as he advanced forward, his eyes never left hers as his hand touched her chest. Sparks flew from his hands as it encircled hi entire body.

Buffy’s eyes closed as her head lolled back, he stood there letting her absorb his power.

He jumped back and let his hand fall from her chest; Buffy’s hair fell across her face.

He looked up as electricity flew from her hands, settling on a tree in the distance knocking it from its foundations. The tree cracked and splintered as it split in two breaking a tombstone in it’s path.

“Wow…this is so cool,” Buffy let her hands fall back against her sides; her usual green sparkle was now replaced with black orbs.

She walked away leaving the man still slumped on the floor, she turned her head.

“Thanks…”

“Rack, Oh and tell strawberry I said hello,” Buffy frowned and continued on her destructive path through the cemetery.


A gasp came from a tree to the right, the girl that now stood behind cried silent tears. Dawn slid down the tree; the bark scratching her skin as her T-shirt slipped upwards.

“Oh Buffy,” she whispered as she ran back to Giles.



Angel sat back in his chair as Spike continued to drink the jets private bar. Small bourbon bottles littered his feet; the drink did nothing to his mood.

“Mr Angel this is the captain, we’re now making our descent into Cleveland,” Spike rolled his eyes, as the jet swerved slowly moved to the right. The engines roared as Angel gripped the side of the chair, eliciting a laugh from Spike.

“I can’t believe you still hate flying?” Angel eyes flashed yellow, Spike held his hands up in mock defeat a smile tugging on his lips.


The great thing about being CEO for an evil law firm was the perks, the car parked next to the jet door opened. Spike and Angel walked down into the waiting car.

“Watcher’s Council and step on it,” Angel gruffly barked the order to the driver. Settling back against the leather seats Spike closed his eyes, but every time he did he saw her.

Her blond hair splayed across the pillow, a small smile tugging her lips. He had tried to memorise every last detail of her. As he stood beside the window in the basement, on the eve of the battle.

Moments before he had whispered his love for her, she replied back with a smile. He spent the next few hours just holding her knowing the end of the world was imminent.


Spike woke up with a start when the car stopped abruptly. He rubbed his eyes and stepped out of the car. He looked up at the mansion that was set at least 3 miles away from the road.

It looked colonial although it was the early hours of the morning; there were a number of lights that illuminated the house.

Angel walked up to the door and knocked the sound echoed through the house, until it creaked open.


“Angel good to see you,” Giles looked tired his usual impeccable dress sense, was now thrown out the window. He stood there with a T-shirt and jeans.

Angel stood aside to reveal Spike; Giles stared at what could only be described as a ghost. He removed his glasses and wiped them on the hem of T-shirt.

“Spike, I thought you died in the hellmouth?”

“Well yeah I did, but it seems I was meant to stay here,”

“Quite, please come in,” Giles moved aside to let the two vampires inside.

Giles walked past the large oak staircase, bookshelves adorned the walls filled with books on every occult known on this plane and the next.

“The others will not arrive till tomorrow, so I will show you to your room and I suggest you get some sleep,”

Angel grabbed him by the shoulder turning him to face them, his usual brood-ness now overtaken by anger.

“Giles, just tell us what’s going on?” Giles leaned, and tilted his head to the door on his left.

They walked in noticing that this was his study, a record player sat in the corner. Spike went to sit down in the chair in the corner; he looked at the table to his left.
A picture smiled back at him, a woman sat under a tree as the sun shone against her hair. Creating the illusion her hair was as bright as the sun; her fake smile expressed a happy disposition as her eyes told another story it caused Spike’s eyes to mist. He quickly shook the feeling that came over him.

“That picture was taken a week after we defeated the First Evil….” Spike looked up he didn’t realise Giles had been watching him.

“We took that one her on a good day,” Angel tapped his fingers impatiently against the desk.


“Ok I think this calls for the hard stuff,” he reached in the drawer and pulled out a bottle of scotch.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Spike clapped and rubbed his hands together, catching the look from Angel.


Giles poured two glasses knowing Angel didn’t drink, although he may start once they get through.

“Well as you know Spike used the amulet to defeat the first, Buffy stood at the crater of the hellmouth and wept,” Giles took a drink as the warm feeling entered his throat.

“We finally got her onto the bus, but she sat at the back looking out of the window. She kept whispering over and over,” Giles finished his drink with one big gulp.

“What did she whisper?” Angel watched Spike and he grabbed the bottle and poured himself a second glass.

“He didn’t believe me,” Giles shrugged his shoulders. Spike hand stilled as the amber liquid overfilled his glass landing on the oak desk in a puddle.

Giles looked at him, grabbing some tissues as he helped clean up the mess. He picked up the wet tissues and threw them in the waste paper basket.

“When did she tell you?” Spike looked up his blue eyes widening.

“When did she tell him what?” As usual Angel was out of the loop.

“When I was in the cave, I stood there as the light came out of the amulet it was so painful. She grabbed my hand I looked down and our hands were on fire,” Spike shook his head as if to block out that particular memory.

“She told me she loved me, but I didn’t believe her,”

Angel gasped and reached for the bottle of scotch, he gulped the contents back and then belched out loud.

“Yes well quite Spike I believe she really meant it after you had gone she felt so much grief over your loss. That’s when she came across Rack,”
 

Chapter 3:

Spike jumped up from his chair, his eyes flashing yellow as a new burst of anger took over his body.

“Rack, the one who Red went to?” Giles gestured for Spike to sit down he reluctantly obliged.

“Yes the one and same, he saw her grief and gave her his power,”

Angel stood up and walked over to the wall, he turned around and leaned against it.

“But how do you know, he gave her power?” Giles poured himself another shot.

“Yes someone saw the altercation, the only person I wished wouldn’t. Dawn followed Buffy as she was in training, she saw the magic transfer,”

“But that’s not all, the anger she is holding also has snatched her humanity. She has lost all hope she is pure evil, I have only encountered that rage once before,”

“Red,” Spike whispered. Giles nodded and again Angel looked confused.

Two sighs echoed in the study, Giles sat back in his chair telling how Willow turned to black magic when she though Tara had died. This was farther from the truth they had in fact and saved Tara, but it was too late as Willow had already started her revenge spree.
Only to be saved Xander, he was the only one able to reach her.


They eventually retired when the dawn had creeped up over the horizon, Spike couldn’t think straight he felt sick, Buffy had admitted that she loved him why couldn’t he have just believed her?


Xander waited for the cab; Anya hated flying and moaned all the way from Las Vegas. A thumping sound echoed inside his brain, maybe he should have left her?

“And we didn’t even join the Mile High Club, I’m so disappointed in you Xander,” Anya shouted causing a few giggles in the queue. Xander rubbed his forehead wishing this nightmare would stop, not realising it had just begun.



Streams of light shook from her hands, the power she felt was incredible. The vampire shook from the force as his body absorbed the light. As his body exploded into a cloud of dust, Buffy scrubbed her hands and continued her path to the airport.


Dawn awoke and sat up rubbing her eyes; she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Walking to the bathroom she ran the tap water, a flash of light sparked in her brain. Holding a hand to temple, her eyes shut tight as she saw Buffy throw a man across the terminal. The flash was gone as she slumped to the floor and passed out.


Giles looked at his watch, his cup of coffee now growing cold. Spike stood in front of the microwave waiting for his blood.

“This is odd, dawn always comes down for breakfast,” Giles pushed out his chair and went upstairs.

Spike grabbed his mug from the microwave and sat down, Angel had gone into the study to use the phone see if Wesley could bring anything to the reason why Buffy now had powers.

“Spike!”

Spike shot out of the kitchen, he ran up the stairs and stood outside the door. He pushed open the door, and looked in.

“Giles,”

“In here,” came the reply.

Giles held her slumped body against his chest; he looked up as Spike listened to her faint pulse.

“She’s weak, we have to get her to the bed,” he nodded as they moved Dawn.


 

Chapter 4:

Dawn slowly opened her eyes; she turned her head and groaned. Giles walked in through the door carrying a cup of tea smiled.

“Thank god you’re awake, you gave us quite a fright,” he sat down on the edge of her bed.
“It feels like I’ve been hit with a frying pan,” She sat up her brown hair falling on her shoulders.

“What happened, we found you slumped on the floor?” Dawn’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“I got up, went into the bathroom and I saw Buffy through a man and then I blacked out,” She leant back against the pillows.

“ Interesting,” dawn watched him she could already see him trying to figure out a way why this was happening.

“Giles, when you said you found me. You said it like someone else had helped you,”

Giles took off his glasses and cleaned them on his T-shirt, trying to delay the answer. She leaned forward and took his glasses from his grasp.

“What are you not telling me?”

“Well we have two guests, both have an allergy to sunlight,”

“You let vampires into the house Giles,” Dawn threw back the covers and jumped out of bed.

She swayed slightly holding her hand to her temple; she grabbed the handle to the door. The door opened to reveal a pair of blue eyes she thought she would never see again. A sob escaped through her body as her eyes rolled upward claiming blackness.

Spike looked apologetic as she carried dawn back to the bed, he brushed a strand away from her face.

“Sorry watcher, but I heard her voice,”

“Well she was bound to find out anyway,” He stood behind Giles as she started to stir. Angel stood by the door the moment he heard the commotion.

Dawn’s eyes fluttered at the sound of his voice, she swallowed and licked her lips. Angel continued to rest against the doorframe arms crossed over his chest.

“Giles, I think I’m going crazy I saw Spike,” Her eyes opened as he she turned her head.

“Hey Dawn,” at the sound of voice she shot up further in the bed. Her eyes filled with tears as she reached out for him, but her hand quickly pulled back.

“This isn’t real, Spike’s not here he’s gone,” She closed her eyes tight as she shook her head.

“Niblet, it’s me,” she gasped when she heard her pet name, a tear slid down her cheek. She looked into those familiar blue eyes, and she launched into his embrace. Spike could hear her sniffling on his shoulder; he grimaced at the mess she was making on his duster.

He pulled her back as the tears flowed freely; she smiled and sat back.

“I can’t believe it Spike, when did you come back?” Giles coughed as he shifted on his side of the bed.


“Well maybe we could talk about that later niblet,” He moved to stand up and walked to the door.

“Come on, I’ve been waiting ages for you to make me some cocoa,” She giggled as she jumped out of bed and followed him downstairs.

Angel followed Giles out of the room and headed downstairs, he groaned at Dawn’s outburst.

“You beat up Angel…cool,”


Dawn rolled her eyes, as Giles wrote in his diary. She sipped her cocoa leaving a chocolate mark on her lips.

“Dawn do you have any specifics? Anything that may help us find Buffy?” Dawn set her cup back on the table.

“Not really, I just saw her throw someone across the floor…” Dawn felt blinding pain as she fell forward, her head cradled in her hands.

Spike rushed forward and caught her before she fell. The blinded flash caused her to scream.

“There’s nothing we can do we have to wait it out,” Angel grabbed Dawn by the arms and held her close.

“Spike,” she whimpered as Angel released her shaking arms.

“I’m here bit,” She rested her head on his shoulder.

“Why is this happening to me, and why does Buffy look all veiny? Giles blinked and started to pace the room.

“Ok this is now officially bad, I think I know why she is getting the visions,” Angel sat against the cushions.



Buffy didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she had to get to London. Spike’s home she would find him there, her black hair swaying as she walked down the corridor. She lifted her hand and a stream of light eruppted from her vein filled fingers, causing the keypanel to spark.

The door opened and she walked through, her black eyes took in her surroundings. The office was protected by magic; her hand placed against the wood she breathed slowly and the doors blew open.

She walked over to the filing cabinet, as it flew open papers flew in all directions. She caught one as she looked.

“Spike,” she breathed as she walked out of Angel’s office still the report of Spike’s birthplace in her hand.