My Prophecy

By Liana

Title: A prophecy
Author: Liana
Email: [email protected]
Rating: R
Feedback: I haven't written in like sooooooo long. Please tell me what you think of my story. I'm very self conscious and        underencouraged.
Please tell me what you think!!!!
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. As well as Mutant Enemy and WB network.
Distribution: If you like, you can have it. But please ask first!
Spoiler: Lover's Walk, I'm still in denial.
Author's notes: Since Lover's Walk never happened for me. Spike hasn'tcome back yet and kidnapped Xander and Willow. Xander and Cordelia are still doing the whole closet-making out thing. Oz and Faith don't exist in my world. Also, Angel has been back from hell for a while. Apart from allthat,it's set in season 3.

I can’t believe that I landed here. Of all the stupid demonic luck, I
had to
get stuck here. It’s not even my fault. Aaarrgh! Damn the bloody
bastard. I
once lived in another worldly realm with all the other happily living
demons. Torture, blood, hot sex.  Then my accursed demon lover, decided
he
didn’t want to play with me any more, so instead of casting me off like
any
other demon without a second thought, he sends me into this muck of a
realm
with humans. I have never been so annoyed. Damn the oaf to hell! He
decides
I’ll get mad and do something nasty. Yeah, good guess. I will! And no
human
planet’s going to stop me. This is what I thought when all the damn
demon
gives me is my body, brain, weakens my original powers. The only power
left
in it’s usual strength is my talent to tell prophecies. Oh joy, that’s
going
to prove far too many headaches for me. Already arriving on this crummy

planet, I already have a prophecy concreted in my mind.  I’ve only got
to
figure out who it involves and what it involves....... I mean, there’s
nothing else to do...........

        A slight witch, who possesses hair of burning flames
        is destined to stop the darkness that threatens in the form
        of a familiar enemy,
        two obstacles will attempt to distract her from her way.
        One with the intent to get back her own,
        another driven by it’s heart’s desire to unravel the turmoil
        of a inevitable choice.
        To choose is to control what surrounds destiny.

I just bet this has to involve humans. Just great! Thanks so much,
lover.
Probably laughing down at me. Well, it’s his loss. If he is ever stupid

enough to come drop by, I’ll....all I can see is red! Red as in his
blood!
Slowly turning that delectable purple as his powers drain away. Cocky,
SOB!!
Well, he’d better watch out. It won’t be pretty.....

******
Part 1:

Willow brushed irritating strands of red hair out of her eyes as she
narrowed her eyes at the computer screen. Muttering under her breath,
she
pushed a button on the keyboard. Beep! The hacker brows came together
in a
close knitted frown as her green eyes scanned the computer’s message.
A system’s error has occurred. Please press Ctrl & Alt, so the system
may
shut down. All unsaved work and programs will be lost!
Willow’s mouth twisted in an annoyed grimace. The computer, to irritate
her
further at the end of a very bad day, had the nerve to put an
exclaimation
mark at the end of the reminder, that she hadn’t saved since typing a
huge
chunk of important information on her history essay. With a frustrated
sigh
and a slam of fingers, the computer beeped again as it shut down.
Grabbing
her disk and bag, she left the computer room. With her head down, she
made
her way down the corridor of lockers. Today was just not her day. It
was
like she was cursed or something. Still with her head down, the hacker
didn’t see the well built girl heading straight towards her. Her head
buried
in a book as she hurried down the hall, only the top of her red and
blue
streaked black hair visible over the dusty old book. The two
unsuspecting
girls crashed headlong into each other. Causing bags, books and disk to
go
flying in all directions.
“Goddess!” They cried in unison.
Both girls diving to retrieve their belongings and stuffing them under
arms
into back packs. The girl sat back on her heels on the floor and glared
at
Willow. The hacker didn’t notice as she stared at the title of the
dusty,
old book.
“Gates of other realms,” Willow breathed. There was a slightly omninous
ring
to the title that had nothing to do with the book. The redhead blushed
as
the other girl stared at her. Up close, Willow could see the girl was
lithely built with a wild halo of hair that seemed to look naturally
tousled. But her hair seemed to emphasize the colour of the girl’s eyes
that
Willow could’ve sworn were aqua-blue before but were now hazel-green.
“Your a student here.” It was a statement, not a question but the
redhead
nodded anyway as the girl seemed to focus on her bright red hair that
swung
on the top of her shoulders. Unconsciously, she tucked a lock of hair
behind
her ear. The girl seemed to decide, she liked Willow and stuck out her
hand,
smiled.
“I’m Laidi.”
The hacker sighed with relief, she was getting worried for a second.
Laidi
had looked very vicious as if she was about to tear out her jugular.
Willow
rubbed her throat at the thought but wondered as Laidi smiled amusedly,
as
if reading her thoughts.
“I’m Willow,” she said as she stood up and gave a helping hand to the
other
girl. Laidi took it and walked beside the redhead. After a moment, “do
you
practise?”
Willow’s brow furrowed. “Practise?”
Laidi peered curiously at her, making the redhead blush at drawing
attention
to herself again.
“Witchcraft.”
“Oooooh!” Willow cried, “I do.” Then almost self consciously, “do you?”
Laidi’s dark hair bounced around her shoulders as she tilted her head,
“sort
of.” Again, she stared curiously at the hacker assessingly. Laidi
cocked a
dark eyebrow slightly and said in a low voice, “can you keep a secret?
It’s
about this prophecy, I’ve found.”
Willow perked almost immediately.  This sounded like the first good
thing
all day.
“What sort of prophecy?”
“It involves witches, an enemy and the darkness.”
The redhead frowned thoughtfully. “Interesting,” she mused, unaware of
Laidi’s amused grin. Willow’s eyes roved absently to the thick, old
textbook, Laidi carried. When the girl glanced at the clock on the wall
and
cursed. Shoving the book into her bag, “I’ve got to be somewhere. I’ll
see
you round, Willow.” Then with an absent wave, took off towards the
school
exit.
Willow stared after her. A puzzled look on her face, when she saw a
torn,
old piece of paper on the floor. Laidi must’ve dropped it, the redhead
thought. “Hey, you dropped somthing......oh, my.” Willow started to
call out
when she looked at what was on the piece of paper and her jaw abruptly
fell
open.

******
Part 2:

Willow stared as Buffy and Xander danced around the floor of the Bronze
to
the loud music. Once again, the redhead had found herself by herself in
a
place that was crowded with tons of other people. With a sigh, she took

another sip of her drink. It didn’t do anything but leave a tasteless
feeling on her tongue and in her stomach. When suddenly a whir of
colours
plonked herself in the chair across from her.
“Hi Willow.” The hacker brightened slightly at the sight of Laidi.
“Hi, I didn’t know you went to the bronze.” The redhead immediately
dipped
her head in embarassment. There was probably a whole population of
people,
that she didn’t know that went to the Bronze. Almost every teenager in
Sunnydale went to the Bronze, it was one of the few places to go on a
Friday
night.
Laidi didn’t seem to notice, just grinned and shrugged, “nothing much
else
to do.” After a slight pause to drink some of her coke, she said, “I
was
sitting up the back near these real freaks. There was this brunette
sitting
in the middle, talking all snobby like and going on and on and on about
some
blue designer dress. Then all these other girls were all like ‘oh yes’,

‘your so right’, ‘definitely not their colour’.” Laidi rolled her eyes
and
snorted, “I know a lot of empty graves, that would make more
interesting
conversations.”
Willow laughed, liking the way Laidi’s eyes seemed to flash excitedly
and
how she talked to her like she actually cared what she thought.
“That’s probably Cordelia, she’s ‘popular’.” Willow said. Laidi grinned
as
Willow emphasized popular by pulling a face. Laidi shook a lock of blue

streaked black hair out of her face. “You know there’s a red headed
witch in
the prophecy,” Laidi said, dragging her chair closer to Willow’s as the

music pumped louder around them. The hacker studied her own hair from
under
unconvinced brows. The other witch laughed at her almost comical
expression.
“Your hair’s really interesting,” Willow said. Laidi laughed and
grinned.
“Thanks. Although I think I’m going to get rid of these streaks and
leave it
just black.”
Willow’s eyes widened, “how? Don’t you have to wait till they’ve grown
out?”
“Yeah, usually. But I don’t do hair, like other people. I have a
spell.” She
pouted teasingly as Willow grinned.
“A hair spell.”
“Yes, a hair spell. I’d do one for you but you’ve already got terrific
hair
and a great cut.” Laidi exclaimed with a teasing roll of her eyes, that
were
now violet. Willow looked at them and her brow furrowed slightly at yet

another colour, that she’d now seen the girl’s eyes had been. The
hacker
flushed at the compliment, she wasn’t used to getting. Unlike some
people,
who might accidently throw a compliment the hacker’s way, Laidi seemed
to be
genuine. Which confused poor Willow even further.
Laidi was absently scanning the crowd on the dance floor when she
spotted a
familiar dark head. With narrowed, disbelieving eyes, she stared at the

familiar figure. Then with a flash of suddenly dark eyes, she growled,
“Angelus!” Oblivious to Willow’s shocked expression, her hands clenched
on
the chair’s arms as she watched him weave his way towards a petite,
blonde
girl and start talking low and stoic to her. Although a feral rage
coursed
through her blood, her mind told her to think clearly and watch.

*****
Part 3:

Spike lay on his back with his hands behind his head amongst the garden
of
daiseys and grass. His cold blue gaze admired the black sky of stars,
while
a cigarette hung from the side of his mouth. With a grunt, he sat up.
For
the past few months, he’d been experiencing tiny invisible bonds that
seemed
to be trying to tug him towards the town’s direction. The bond seemed
to
grow more stronger and there were occasions where he’d swear he was
suffering from heartburn, which was technically impossible. With a
frustrated growl, he shot to his feet and threw his cigarette onto the
ground. Quite furiously grinding the cigarette into the ground before
stalking off towards the ‘rented’ house, he’d brought Drusilla to since

leaving Sunnydale. He really shouldn’t say rented since it was actually

someone else’s money before he and his princess had drained the middle
aged
couple. The vampire kicked angrily at a stone in his way at the thought
of
his black goddess. Well, his goddess wasn’t being very grateful for
having
her Spike drag her out of Sunnydale and away from Angelus. His bloody
nerves
felt like they’d been fried to flimsy threads at her insanity. You’d
think a
couple of centuries and you’d get used to it. He just didn’t have the
patience anymore.
“Bloody hell! Well, some space won’t kill us.” Then he laughed at the
irony
at that. His feet clicked quietly across white tiles as he strode
through
the house.
“Princess? I think we have to-,” Spike stared with a dark frown on his
features. Barely controlling his anger, he said in a deadly low voice,
“what’s this, pet?”
Drusilla spun around to face him, holding a frilly, white laced dress
in
front of her. Surprise marked her face, her dark eyes were glazed and
bright. “Spikey’s back sooner than I thought.”
Spike’s fists curled and his face darkened. “Dru?”
With a sigh, the vampiress danced towards him and patted his cheek.
Then
danced away again, “I’m leaving you, Spike.”
The peroxide blonde vampire simply stared. Then seemed to snap out of
it.
“YOUR. LEAVING. ME!!!”
Drusilla stared down at him with an expression of pity. Spike gritted
his
teeth and his fists wanted to hit something, hell... he wanted to crush
and
destroy something. Right that moment, he loathed his princess for that
expression. No one....no one pitied Spike. He was a bloody vampire, an
old
one at that. An echo of elders having to be respected rang in his head.
“As long as you know what your missing out on, pet.”
Stiffly, he walked out of the room. Mentally, kicking himself. “Yeah,
good
one.” He grumbled, “hope you know what your missing out on.” He rolled
his
eyes, “fantastic one liner.” With an angry growl, he shoved the front
door
open. Till it was just holding on by it’s hinges. Jumping into his old
cadillac, with the slam of the door, he raced out of the gravel
driveway
from the house.
“Good riddens!” He yelled out the window with a furious expression in
his
icy blue eyes. Letting those invisible bonds lead him to hell knew
where.

*****
Part 4:

“Thanks so much, invisible bonds.” Spike grumbled as he sat slumped behind
the wheel of his cadillac with his arms folded. “Well, you’ve just bloody
ruined any chances of my trusting my instincts anytime soon.” He was about
to grumble to himself some more when he realised what he was doing. He
growled softly. Fantastic, now he was talking to himself. Too much of
princess’s influence, he thought irritably. He snarled at the thought of
Drusilla. Here he was stuck in front of the Sunnydale high school in broad
daylight and out of gas.
“If I find out I’ve been cursed somehow, I might just go and steal all of
soulboy’s blood bags.” Spike cracked up, thinking of Angel’s face when he
realised he’d have to go and brood and lurk towards the hospital for more.

Willow sat on the steps of the Sunnydale High School, eating her lunch while
she listened to Laidi talking to her about her demon boyfriend.
It was Monday and Laidi had spent all weekend trying to explain her whole
demonic existence to the hacker. At first it was sort of ‘goddess...your a
demon’, with her going all hysterical and Laidi all calm, “I know... I’ve
been one for the past hundred of centuries.’ Anyway, Laidi had been all
happy with her violence-orientated life in her demon ruled world till 4
months ago, her demon-boyfriend confessed very smugly that he was playing
with another demon. Before Laidi had the chance to zap him to some
despicably humiliating form, his plaything stepped out of nowhere, started
chanting a spell and she got sucked into a whirling portal. The demon was
not happy at all at being dumped on a world where filthy, weak humans ran
around. She’d gone from her world where torture and violence were an
everyday occurrence. Where all the demons were beautiful and gorgeous. Now
this world, had vampires running around feeding on these humans carelessly.
What a waste! Laidi kept saying. The redhead had tried to reassure the demon
that there were some old vampires that used to bring lots of evil to
Sunnydale and very violently too. Willow had had 48 hours to absorb all the
information and she’d even got some demonstrations on Laidi’s powers. The
demon kept complaining that her powers had dwindled to almost nothing. The
hacker had huffed at that. She made her mother’s favourite pot plant explode
on the front porch in the middle of the day! She made Cordelia’s hair
frizzle and tease beyond repair for a good 6 hours. The cheerleader had
screaming and crying fits all day. Much to Willow and Laidi’s amusement. She
even had the principal sprouting thick, bright orange hair much to the
entire school’s glee. But the hacker wouldn’t let the demon anyone near her
computer, still remembering the exploding pot plant.
“So what does Dalloch look like?” Willow asked with an arch of her eyebrow,
stopping the demon in the middle of her babble spree.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” the demon said with a pout. Willow laughed,
“you’ve been talking about him solidly for the past half an hour. I don’t
even get a vague description.”
Laidi chewed the inside of her mouth indecisively. The demon sighed in
longing as her mind was momentarily enveloped with images and memories of
her lover. There suddenly was a loud blare of a car horn and the demon shook
it off. Disgusted with herself, she tore off the wrapper off her lollipop
and stuck it in her mouth. She felt better as the sugary taste exploded on
her tongue, her world didn’t have food or taste. She could get used to it.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Willow said with a shrug as she feigned innocence. The redhead
tried to bite back a laugh as the demon’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“Stop it, Willow!” Laidi chided. Her breath hissed out of her teeth as
Willow looked at her with big green eyes. This went on for a good three
minutes. Laidi glaring murderously and Willow innocently pretending not to
have a clue to what was going on.
“Well?” The demon suddenly exploded, losing her temper. Then hissed
furiously at the students, that turned and looked at her. The students
quickly averted their attention.
The demon cocked an eyebrow as Willow giggled. The hacker reached out into
her bag and took out an old, brown parchment. The demon immediately felt the
heat rush to her cheeks.
“Uh oh,” she mumbled under her breath. Hating the cheeky grin on Willow’s
face.
The redhead waved the old paper in front of the demon, “have you been
missing something lately.”
With a toss of her black hair, she sniffed and said, “I don’t know what your
talking about.”
The redhead gave her a skeptical look before spreading the piece of paper in
front of her. Willow couldn’t help looking appreciatively at what was in
front of her. She opened her mouth to tease the demon again when Laidi’s
head suddenly snapped up and stared across the street, then she jumped up
and was walking away from the school.
Willow laughed. Oh well, next time she’d just just give Laidi the paper. Ok,
note to self: piece of paper is definitely taboo subject for a particular
rejected demon. She looked down at the paper again. She tsked, tsked quietly
as she again admired it. The paper had a charcoal drawing of a man with fair
hair, she couldn’t tell what colour but it looked almost pale, blonde and
even charcoal drawn, his magnetic eyes looked bright, confident and cunning.
As if he knew he was being admired. His bare chest was wonderfully muscled
and smooth, the powerful muscles of his legs rested relaxed and at ease
beneath him. One stretched out in front of him, the other bent at the knee.
He was resting easily and looked very sure of himself.
“Well, there’s definitely no doubt of who you are... Hello Dalloch.” She
whistled softly. It was a marvellous picture of a naked man....

Spike had been banging his head against the steering wheel.
“Someone save me,” he groaned. He loved his car. He really did. It was a
cadillac for god’s sake. It was just being cooped up in his beautiful car
till sunset. He was going to go nuts!
There was suddenly a crack of sunlight and the passenger door of his car
shut. The vampire raised his head from the steering wheel and stared
straight ahead. Someone was in his car. HIS CAR! One ray of sunlight and he
could’ve been toast. Bloody wanker! Vamping out, he whirled around and faced
the person violating his car with their presense.
Laidi stared distastefully at Spike’s face of grooves and fangs. “Gee, can’t
really say you’ve improved with age.”
The vampire unconsciously slipped back into human form and simply stared
stupidly. It couldn’t be. It’s impossible.
With a roll of her eyes, she said, “how is Spikey-poo?”

******
Part 5:

Spike thought he must have become delusional but when she uttered that
horrible, dreadful name, he knew she was actually there.
“You know I absolutely loathe that name, Laidi.”
The demon just smiled sweetly, “but poodles-”
Spike tried not to grin at her and cut her off, “you know that doesn’t sit
well with me either, pet.”
Laidi’s face fell. He inwardly cringed, he hated when she did that. It made
him feel guilty. He hated, absolutely despised the feeling, his demon
threatened to surge forth.
With a little a puff, Laidi complained, “your not still calling people pet,
ducks or luv, are you, Spike?”
The vampire felt like going back to banging his head against the steering
wheel when she whined his name. Then he did, causing a long blare of the car
horn. There was small silence when Laidi suddenly chirped brightly,
“William...”
Spike lifted his head from the wheel and stared straight ahead with a
familiar feeling of dread. He remembered Laidi saying his name in exactly
the same tone, he hadn’t liked it then and he definitely didn’t like it now.
With a horrible feeling of premonition, he saw the demon climb into the
passenger seat at the front out of the corner of her eye and the feeling
grew as he heard her chant quickly and glimpsed her eyes change colour
dramatically and flash.
“Laidi,” he growled in warning. Her eyes never did that unless, she was
doing some witchcraft thing. Bugger it!
Oh too late, the demon thought with a giggle as she used her powers to open
the car door and zapped the vampire into broad daylight.
Spike landed with a thump on the hard gravel of the road. He sat up with a
daze and then stared in horror up at the sun. He jumped to his feet and
tried to resist the hysteria that rose in his gut.
“Laidi, you insane, temperamental twit!” He yelled, jumping from foot to
foot wildly, blocking the sun with his hands.
“Aaaah,” he yelled again, “of all the stupid, idiotic, phycopathic-”. He
stopped as it finally hit him, he wasn’t burning or even sizzling. His arms
dropped to his sides like deadweights. Then glared angrily at Laidi, “what
the hell have you done, witch?”
Laidi stood smugly in front of him, her hands on her hips and an amused
smile on her face. She watched calmly as he vamped and took a step towards
her when she raised her hand to motion him to stop. He did warily. From past
experiences, he knew she was known for pulling crazy stunts.
“Spikey-poo,” she said and pretended not to notice him grind his teeth
together irritably. “I have surrounded you with an invisible shield from the
sunlight, so as to prevent you from getting burnt. But if you don’t make me
a promise that YOU must keep, I’ll let you turn to dust this very second. DO
  YOU HEAR ME!!! DUST, DUST, DUST!” Emphasizing dust with a stamp of her
foot and an angry expression on her face.
The vampire just rolled his eyes as he relaxed. It looked like the demon
wasn’t going to end his dead life, in fact it looked like she needed him for
something. With a bemused grin, he watched her throw a small tantrum. Some
things never changed. He cleared his throat. “Sorry to interrupt you, luv.
But would you mind getting to the point,” he grinned at her as she turned a
flushed red. Glaring deadly daggers at him with violet eyes, she flipped her
black hair over her shoulder with a huff.
“Promise to help me get back home.” She waited for him to laugh or mock her
as she stared up at the sky. She waited and nothing escaped the vampire. She
looked at him and couldn’t help planting her hands on her hips with a
childish pout, “WHAT?”
“Just wondering who was the imbecil, who chucked you out in the first place,
pet.”
Laidi pulled a face, “that’s not funny, Spike!”
“Yeah, it is. It’ll teach you to go around knocking undeserving demons
around for no reason.” She punched him hard in the arm. He laughed as he
swung an arm around her shoulders, “no hard feelings, ducks. It’ll just be
like old times.”
The vampire pretended to be offended as the demon looked mortified for a
second.
“I thought you liked me,” he joked.
“That’s what you think,” she said, walking away.
“Excuse me, luv!”
She grinned as the demon heard the deep offense in his voice. What an ego!

*******
Part 6:

“I mean it, Spike! Be nice.” Laidi said sternly.
The vampire’s mouth twitched slightly. “WHAT?” The demon yelled.
The blonde vampire rubbed his jaw irritably, “ but she’s a human and not
just any human, she’s the slayer’s human-friend. And hell, she’s even a
witch! I don’t need the two of you, doing all that magic around me.”
The demon rolled her eyes, once she’d gotten Spike out of the sunlight, he’d
been coming up with excuses for the past 2 hours why this was a bad idea.
Then when he found out about Willow, she could’ve sworn his blue eyes
sparked with some interest but oh no, complain, complain.
“Just be thankful, there’s someone to help with the researching.”
“Research,” Spike groaned. “No one said anything about research.”
Laidi rolled her eyes, this was so ridiculous. They didn’t even have to talk
to one another, just look things up about returning to her realm.
“Well, how were you going about helping me home?” The demon asked
exasperatedly.
Spike looked stubbornly ahead of him, “I dunno. Maybe beat Willy up.”
Laidi looked over her shoulder at him, “Willy? What sort name is that? It
sounds more like something, you’d call your-”
Spike yelled to cut her off, once she got started on subjects like these,
she never shut up. “ALRIGHT! What do I have to do?” He couldn’t fight the
relief he felt when she abandoned the topic. “Spike, old chap, I do believe
Drusilla has mellowed you beyond repair.”
Spike vamped at the comment, “what was that, ducks?” Laidi shrugged, “you
heard me,” she said calmly, not caring one whit. “Mellow! You think I’ve
mellowed?” Spike growled. The demon acted as if she hadn’t heard him.
“Would you get off that stupid exercise bike. Demons don’t use exercise
bikes,” Spike said, finding the whole contraption amusing. What was the
point, no matter how hard you pedalled, you didn’t get anywhere. It was a
bloody waste of time. Dalloch and him would’ve had a good laugh at that in
the old days but no he had to go get his girlfriend mad, make him help her
get home. Damn wanker.
“It helps tone your stomach muscles, Spike. You should give it a try, those
abs aren’t looking as good as they used to.” She said with a worried frown.
The vampire snarled but couldn’t help lifting up his shirt and inspecting
his abdomen.
Laidi hid a smile, he was so gullible. Spike hadn’t changed physically at
least but.... I knew Drusilla was wrong for him but no, Spike is his own
person, he knows how to look after himself. Idiot.
The vampire watched the demon’s expression turn to a scowl. Wonder if
Dalloch was regretting his decision, he thought. Dalloch always had rows
with his demon-girlfriend but they always got over it.
“By banging each other senseless,” he muttered under his breath. Laidi had
gotten off the exercise bike and was going across the studio, where she was
now living. It was spacious and modern. She returned with a piece of paper,
she handed it to him. Blowing strands of hair out of her face, she said,
nodding at the paper “meet me here at 6 tonight. Meanwhile,” with a cheeky
grin, “I’m going to leave you with the exercise bike while I paint. Do you
know, this world has the best materials for art. It’s so neat!” Spike
frowned as he watched the demon as she was about to start yet another
talking spree.
“Your leaving me with this,” he pointed at the exercise bike with a
disgusted expression, “I’d rather kiss the slayer.”
Laidi smiled, Spike really didn’t like the slayer. The vampire was always
going off his head about what a blonde bimbo, she was. Although Willow had
given her a completely different description, brave, courageous and...short
skirts.

“Spike.....as in bad Spike. I’m an evil vampire, let me sssuck your bbblood
but first I have to bite your neck.” Willow stammered with a worried
expression. Laidi inwardly groaned, Willow cannot possibly have objections
to working with Spike.
“I’m cursed, I know it!” The demon groaned, stamping her foot as she stared
up at the clear, blue sky. I will not, will not beg. Then she stared at
Willow’s face.
“Please,” the demon implored. The redhead looked at her uncertainly and the
demon thought she might have a fit. I’m so gonna kill Dalloch in a couple of
centuries, which will be the only time when I’ll actually get to attempt to
go home at this rate.
“Willow, I’m not going to beg.” Laidi said adamantly.
“You can beg?” Willow asked.
The demon pulled a face, then with her most beseeching look, “please,
please, please, ppppllllleeeeaaaassssseeeee!”
The hacker sighed, with such a look, how could she say no.
“Alright,” she agreed reluctantly. Laidi beamed at her, suddenly very happy.
Even clapping her hands in delight.
“Let’s head over to the library now, we can have a head start on Spike.”
Willow let herself be pulled along by the hand. “I’m going to regret this,
aren’t I.”
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Spike stood in front of the building, it looked more like an old ruin. “I
can’t believe I’m doing this,” he muttered. Mellow, how could William the
Bloody ever become mellow. It’s just not possible. He was shaking his head
as he came into the building. He looked over to see Laidi and the little
redhead talking quietly and looking at the same book. As he studied them, he
took out a cigarette and was about to light it when a short, plump, old lady
with glasses bustled out of nowhere, snatched it from him. Glaring, she
whispered, “no smoking permitted,” then scurried off. The vampire felt like
slamming her head into the wall of the library until the ruin collapsed on
top of her and she would never seen again. People like that make terrible
meals, too bloody boring a personality.
He walked over to the table where the girls were sitting. He nodded
uncomfortably at Laidi, he bloody didn’t want to be here. Trust a woman to
end up blackmailing him. Help me or your dust. Well, he hadn’t had much of a
choice.
Laidi just grinned. “Willow, I think you know Spike. Spike, this is Willow.”
The vampire stared at the demon with an annoyed look.
“I know who she is,” he snapped.
“Oh?” She said mockingly. He glared.
“Willow, Spike ain’t good with computers. Could you show him where to books
we need are.” The demon said sweetly.
“How obvious do you need to be.” Spike said with a daggered look. Laidi
stared at them with wide eyes, “what are you talking about?” Spike started
as his sensitive hearing picked up a mumbling of incoherent words from the
redhead that sounded something like ‘she’s so gonna pay....wait till I get
my hands on....show the vampire...goddess.”
Spike let the redhead lead the way as he trailed behind, he couldn’t help
admiring her from behind. He looked up from where his attention had been
caught, just in time as she looked back to see if he was still there. They
walked up some stairs and his footsteps were so soft that she looked back
again. Except this time, he was so close that he could feel her breath as
she turned around. He grinned as her eyes widened, her pupils dialated and
he heard the pounding of her racing heart. She took a step back as he took a
step forward. This arrangement mightn’t be as bad as he first thought. It
could be interesting. Forget interesting. This was going to be bloody fun.

******
Part 7:

Goddess, he’s so close! His eyes.... what had Laidi been thinking. Willow
stared at the skin that his unbuttoned red shirt showed. He stepped closer
and the redhead vaguely noticed. His skin, it was so pale.... and looks
yummy......I shouldn’t have thought that...oooh
His mouth was descending towards hers, she stood transfixed as her gaze
locked with his intense blue one. She jumped away from him when she heard
Laidi call out, “Willow? Spike?” Flushing hotly, she hastily grabbed a thick
book off the shelf and hurried towards the dim light and out of the shadows
of the bookcases.
Spike watched her go with an almost yellow glow of his eyes. He clenched his
jaw. That bloody demon, what was the matter with her. Damn annoying pest,
why couldn’t she learn to keep that big mouth of hers shut.
He strolled towards the girls with a mischievous smile, he noticed the
redhead tense and edge a fraction closer to the demon.
“Find anything?” He drawled slyly, enjoying Willow’s blush.
Laidi stared suspiciously at Spike, why in the world is he suddenly smiling?
I thought he didn’t want to...... The demon followed the vampire’s gaze and
looked at Willow, the girl looked like a ripe tomatoe. Why would she-.
“Oh.” Laidi mumbled with another stare at Spike. Oh yeah, he’s got that
glint in his eye. She frowned thoughtfully. Oh well, suppose it’d be
entertaining to watch what happens. With a shrug, she took the book from
Willow and walked back to the table with all their books.
Spike smirked as he watched Willow start in the direction Laidi was going.
She had a desperate look on her face.
Willow sneaked a peak up at Spike and looked away immediately as his icy
blue gaze seemed to make her skin tingle all over with a sensation of heat.
“Goddess,” she breathed as she took a step in Laidi’s direction, where the
demon was sitting reading the textbook with a look of concerntration. When
she felt a tight grip grab her around the arm and swing her around. She
stared up at Spike, she caught a glimpse of firey blue eyes before she was
crushed against the vampires hard body. She moaned as Spike’s lips moved
over hers in a demanding kiss. As her mouth opened with a quiet moan, Spike
slid his tongue into her wet mouth. He revelled in the softness of her body
as she leaned towards him. His hands roved through her hair and across her
back. Then he cruelly released her and stared into her wild green eyes. He
saw her lips were already starting to become swollen from their kiss. He
watched as she turned and stumbled slightly away from him.
Laidi watched this from under lowered lashes. “Oh brother,” she muttered
under her breath.

******
Part 8:

The man stepped from out of the shadows and his hard gaze followed the lone
man. He smirked as he watched the man tense and slowly turn around.
“Angelus.”
The vampire just stared open mouthed. Angel couldn’t believe who he was
seeing. It just couldn’t be but before his mind could even process this. A
soft female voice, full of contempt drifted towards him.
“This is the famous and all so violent, powerful Angelus. Puh-lease! If he’s
so great as everyone says, then why is he carrying a bag of blood in his
jacket.” The owner of the voice stepped into the dim light and Angel could
only stare. The woman wore a tight, leather halter top with a red leather
miniskirt and black knee-high boots. Around her neck, were chains of silver
symbols and her wrists were encased in stitched black leather that ended
just before her elbow. But the vampire couldn’t take his eyes away from her
halo of bright aqua hair. She just rolled her eyes at her companion as he
continued to stare.
“Geez, he talks much.”
Angel seemed to shake out of it, in time to catch the other man stare at her
with an annoyed expression. “Senena, you’ve just wrecked my planned meeting
with the vampire. If you must tag along, couldn’t you have done it
silently.”
The girl snorted and with a toss of her hair, retorted, “since when do I do
anything silently. I wouldn’t have come if you weren’t so good at making
stupid decisions that turn out to be really big mistakes.”
“Excuse me!”
Angel had had enough.
“Alright,” he yelled. “Enough. Can I ask one tiny question,” he said rather
calmly. Then in an unusually uncharacteristic move, exploded, “what the hell
are you doing here?”
“Moi?” The blonde man with compelling eyes asked.
Angel hissed in a menacing tone. “Yes, you. I want to know what your doing
back, Dalloch.”

******
Part 9:

Senena sat in one of the chairs of Angel’s apartment with one booted leg
hung over the side. Her sherry gold gaze stared in total boredom at Angel
and Dalloch, who were still arguing.
“You are one big cock up, do you know that?” Angel hissed. Dalloch looked
appalled, “me!”
“Yes, you!” Angel rubbed the side of his leg in irritation.  Then groaned,
“you stupid demon. You’ve got me doing things, I don’t usually do.” Dalloch
smirked with amusement.
“What? You can’t take time out to help us do this? What’s the big-.”
Dalloch was cut off as Senena snapped in her matter-of-fact way, “Dalloch is
actually just one big cock up. He’s been one, his entire life--,” she
ignored the demon’s glower, “as you so eloquently put it. But he really did
it this time. He chucked Laidi out of our demonic realm.” She snorted at the
demon’s stupidity, “then yesterday decides
oh-well-I-think-I’ll-see-what-my-ex girlfriend’s-up-to. Even though he’s the
idiot, who got his slutty little whore-on-the-side to do it for him. ”
Senena’s eyes flared angrily as she growled at Dalloch in their ancient
language, no doubt berating the demon for being such a moron. Her hand
gripping the table in a death grip.
Angel sat back as he absorbed the information. The shock was too much.
Forgetting momentarily about being his usual broody, stoic self. He burst
out laughing. This stopped the two demons snarling feud. Senena stared at
the vampire, rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath about stupid
vampires and weird humour. Dalloch, on the other hand was not dealing well
at being laughed at. He stared at Angel with a black scowl on his face. The
vampire finally got himself under control again at the warning light in the
demon’s hard gaze. With a grin at Senena, he said to her, “I just never
really realised the extent of his stupidity, he was capable of before.” The
vampire said to Dalloch with a straight face, “not even I could have
guessed, you could be this much of a moron.” Senena couldn’t help
snickering.
Dalloch growled, baring his teeth. Everyone was a critic.

********

Part 10:

Laidi stared from under a very annoyed brow at Spike and then Willow as they
sat at opposite ends of the couch, trying desperately to ignore one another.
Laidi sat in an iron chair across from them, with a canvas in her hands.
“Is it not good?” The demon asked worriedly.
Willow tilted her head as she studied Laidi’s latest painting. The redhead
bit her lip with a worried look, “it’s not that....”
Spike snorted as he looked at the painting with a smirk. There was a flare
of light as he lit a cigarette and missed the murderous look, the demon shot
at him. The blonde vampire had only a moment to blink as Laidi jumped up,
tore the cigarette from his mouth and stomped on it with such ferocity. That
Spike could only stared down at the cigarette butt with a dumbfounded look.
With a toss of her dark hair, she sat back into her seat but not before
muttering something under his breath.
“What was that, pet?” He snarled.
Laidi cocked a delicate eyebrow with a challenging look in her eyes. “You
heard me, you stupid Brit.”
Willow sunk lower in her seat as Spike and Laidi started arguing again! With
a roll of her eyes, she dropped her cheek onto her palm.
“I am not a bloody wanker! That’s my own personal insult, that only I throw.
Not you, not anybody and especially not at me.”
Laidi watched the vampire get worked up over the stupid word.
“Why won’t you take Willow on a date?” The demon asked with a pout. That
gave both Spike and Willow a start.
“What!” They spluttered.
Laidi threw up her hand in exasperation, “you’re not going to pretend
there’s not a whole lot of sexual tension sparking in the air whenever your
in the room together.”
Willow was staring at Laidi with huge eyes and an open mouth. The redhead
couldn’t believe what was happening. Had her friend accidently scrambled her
brain or something.
Spike had eventually gained control of his senses. “What the bloody hell is
wrong with you? Did the travel from your world to this one, damage your head
or something. Or are you just getting antsy without Dalloch?”
Willow gasped. The vampire knew Dalloch was a taboo subject and he’d said it
in a very nasty way. Bad vampire! What would Buffy say.... this train of
thought isn’t heading in a very good direction.
“Spike,” Willow said in a warning tone. His eyes flickered momentarily
towards her. Was it just her or did he look guilty. I told him, not to have
the sherbet after dinner. Does he listen, nope.
Laidi’s eyes were shooting daggers at him, “just because your horny all the
time. Doesn’t mean everyone else is.”
The redhead had had enough. She leapt betweent the two of them, who were
standing in front of each other. “Stop it! Would you please stop. Your meant
to be friends, stop being so childish. Both of you!” The demon and vampire
stared at her.
“Us!” They said in unison.
Both looking appalled at the redhead’s nod.
Spike snorted, “that is total...crap.”
“I feel like some strawberry yogurt.” And with that, Willow left the room.
Spike stared after her, appreciating the view. He glared at Laidi, well
aware of her smirk.
“You started it.” He growled.
“Did not!”
“Did so!”
“Demon.”
“Vampire”
“Antsy.”
“Horny wanker.”
*growl* “I’m off for a bloody feed.”
*giggle* “I won.”
“Bloody-,” the front door slammed shut.

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Part 11:
Willow shook her head sympathetically at Spike. Pursing her lips, she said,
“Laidi bullied you into coming, huh?”
Spike continued to choose which packet of cornchips, they were going to buy.
“No, she didn’t bully me. No one bullies me, pet.”
“Uh huh. Sure.” Willow pushed the shopping trolley past a grumpy Spike.
The vampire did not like where this was going. Time for topic change. “Pet,
not so long ago. You would never have gone shopping with me, SPIKE! A bad
vampire.”
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” Willow said casually as she
studied the label of a jar of salsa sauce. The blonde vampire’s eyes
narrowed. “What am I doing, luv.”
“Avoiding the issue.”
“I am not, ducks.” Spike rolled his eyes as the redhead just pushed the
trolley past him again! He ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
Women! Could they see something he couldn’t.
“Fine luv, one issue that I think needs to be brought up is....,” through
clenched teeth, he said, “--this date business.”
Willow nearly dropped the jar. Instead, she threw it into the trolley and
proceeded to stroll into the next aisle. Ooooh goodie. Frozen goods,
ice-cream!
“Ignoring me, isn’t going to make it go away, Willow.”
Oooh, cherry pie. Let’s get that! The redhead thought as her eyes lit up as
she stared at the pie.
Spike stared after the hacker as she seemed not to have heard a word he’d
said. He snarled at a greasy haired, middle aged man with spectacles. Then
saw the man was carrying a box of icy poles and grabbed it from the man. The
man was stupid enough to protest loudly with a “hey!” The vampire’s eyes
promptly glowed yellow. The man quickly raced away.
“What?” Spike said as he turned around to find Willow wearing a funny
expression on her face.
“Was that necessary?”
“Absolutely, luv. Can’t leave without icy poles.” The vampire ignored her as
she rolled her eyes. Spike couldn’t help noticing how perfect her neck was
up close. How pale and smooth the skin was. Suddenly he watched as a dark
flush coloured it. Guiltily, he met Willow’s gaze. Strange, the girl didn’t
look scared.
“Cut it out, Spike.....I’m not snack material” The redhead snapped and
grabbed some cherry pie. Broodily, the vampire followed her. Bloody
fantastic, now she was mad! How had he managed to get two females mad at him
in less than twelve hours.
He scowled as in tense silence, Willow smacked the contents from the trolley
onto the counter. Tersely, she paid the man behind the cashier before
grabbing the groceries and stalking off.
Swearing under his breath, he sped his gait up to catch up with the hacker.
Snatched the groceries from her and pushed her towards his cadillac.
Willow peeked up at Spike, he was still wearing a scowl. She sighed, he was
so sexy. She mentally slapped herself, where’d that come from! Do we not
remember, he looked like he was about to bite you in the middle of the
supermarket. A small voice snidely reminded her. The redhead’s brow furrowed
in confusion. Silently, she let him hustle her into his car, dumping the
groceries in the boot. The entire ride back to Laidi’s place, they sat in
non-commital silence. Willow sadly looked out the open window of the car.
Spike grew tenser as every minute of the silence grew. He was holding the
wheel in a death-grip. He visibly loosened his hands, thinking of his
precious car. He studied Willow out of the corner of his eye and desperately
wanted to kiss the pout off her lips. With a  growl, he resisted the urge to
thump his head against the wheel.
When they arrived at Laidi’s, both of them sat in silence. With a little
sigh, she reached out and took hold of the door handle. When she turned
around to face him and said indignantly, “you know your doing a real good
impersonation of Angel at the moment. And if you dare do this around me
again, I’ll.....ah...uh....hit you over the head
with.....uh....a....textbook. So....there!” With a little nod of her head,
she turned back to the door. Spike’s breath hissed out of his teeth, even
though he didn’t need to breathe. With a tiny smirk on his face, he leaned
over and with a hand under her chin, turned her towards him again and kissed
her. Their tongue briefly twirled around in her mouth before Spike pulled
away and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
“I like you, pet.” He said softly, turned and got out of the car. Leaving
Willow to stare wide eyed after him.
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Part 12:
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Angel couldn’t help wondering where she could’ve gotten such hair. It was
bright aqua-blue and seemed to sparkle silver as moonlight danced off her
long hair, that reached past her waist. Pity, she was the most exasperating
woman he’d ever met. Then he realised she was talking.
“-you know, the first step to achieving help is to admit your problem.”
Angel growled, what was she talking about now?
“No need to be testy,” she said with a shake of her head. His gaze caught on
her hair again.
“What problem would this be?” He muttered distractedly.
Senena seemed not to hear him, “just stand up and say to the world with no
shame. I am a broodaholic.” Then grinned over at him.
The dark vampire simply just stared. Then with a delayed reaction, yelled,
“what?”
The demon sighed in annoyance and rolled her eyes. “Come off it, Stoic Boy.
Your worse than my pet rock.”
Again, Angel had to wonder if she was serious. Realising she was, he cracked
up. “You have a rock for a pet,” he laughed.
Senena frowned at the insult at her rock. Huffily, she hissed, “watch it!
I’ve had that rock since I was 75 years old. 3/4 of a century old when I got
it.” Then with a smiled, said, “ I did my math.”
Angel snorted, “you use math where you come from? What for?”
Senena stared at him, “did your brain rot away overnight. We have to measure
quantities of materials for spells, count scores of bodies and the amount of
blood spilled.” With a sad look, said sympathetically, “weren’t one of the
smartest humans, Angel. Doesn’t help when your turned.”
Angel scowled, she was mocking him again! Then he remembered her rock and
couldn’t help chuckling. “Since you were 75, much be a mighty important
rock! Did it talk back or something. Then there’s the possibility, if it was
a rock, it might’ve acted like one and just sat there and... wait for it-
done nothing!”
Angel never saw it coming. He’d been too busy teasing her to see her like
lightning quick, slap him hard against his upper arm. It actually hurt.
“Oww! What’s your problem?” The vampire said in mild pain.
Senena sniffed delicately, “you apparently know nothing about ‘rock
senstitivity’.”
“Apparently,” Angel said sarcastically.
The demon feigned a shocked expression. “Angel, was THAT sarcasm?”
The vampire pulled a face and ignored what she said. “So what happened
during the 75 years, that were just not complete without your precious
rock?”
Senena gave a sad little sigh. “Depressing nothingness,” she answered,
“....wait, did I just hear sarcasm a second time and in the span of 63
seconds.”
Angel growled. “Senena, would you please act your age.... You know, you’re
really annoying-.”
Senena looked over up at him and said, “actually Angel, you’re kinda cute.”
Angel didn’t seem to have heard, although she was right next to him. He was
so worked up and continued his once a decade ramble. “-irritating, grinding
on the nerves, not to mention the most twisted sense of logic, I’ve come
into contact with in the past century-.”
With an arched blue eyebrow, she teased, “you like me that much?”
The vampire seemed to stop in mid-ramble and turn to her, “did you call me
cute?”
Senena kept on walking when he stopped. She rolled her eyes as Angel caught
up to her, “typical male. So self absorbed, vain-.”
“Alright!” Angel said with a chop of his hand. Once that tongue got started,
it didn’t seem to stop.
The demon smiled innocently at the vampire, “glad you cut me off. We
could’ve been her all night if I had to list ALL your flaws and I’ve only
known you three hours.”
Angel growled, “this is an example of your lesser attempts at annoying me.”
Then couldn’t believe it as she giggled as they rounded the corner. Then he
stopped at the sight of a blonde girl.
Totally forgetting Senena was there.
“Buffy.”
“Angel.”
Senena rolled her eyes as Angel and the girl had a whole stare at each other
and drool thing going. With annoyance, she asked loudly, “do you guys have a
thing?”
Angel snapped out of it and looked at Senena, who was looking at him with
raised eyebrows. “What?” He asked vaguely as he looked back at Buffy. Who
had a suspicious look on her face.
“Do you have a thing with the girl.”
“Sort of.” Buffy seemed to be affronted by that. The slayer seemed to find
her tongue. “I’m Buffy the vampire slayer.”
There was a long silence and Angel looked up at the sky. Why was this
happening? Didn’t he have enough complications in his life already. Without
having to hide the fact, there were three renegade demons from the slayer.
Someone save me, his mind yelled.
Finally Senena spoke but to Angel, not Buffy. “Your girlfriend’s the slayer.
Geez Angel, how much irony can you handle?” The demon met the slayer’s gaze
with a challenging look, that she couldn’t mistake.
The vampire silently groaned as he saw Buffy lean into her fighting stance.
No matter how a good slayer she was, Senena would snap her in two. Buffy
struck first but Angel moved in front of the demon and intercepted the blow.
He met Buffy’s shocked gaze, as he held her small wrist in a tight grip.
“I’m sorry, Buffy.” Then grabbing Senena, they disappeared into the shadows
and out of the slayer’s sight.
With a slight stamp of her foot, she muttered. “Now what was that about?”
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Part 13: