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.”
--------------------------
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.
***********
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.
********
Part 12:
**************************
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?”
**********************
Part 13: