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Author: Aislynn
Disclaimer: It’s not mine all of it belongs to Joss, and Mutant Enemy. I just fell in love with characters from the very first episode.

Summary: Well sorry for the long delay in updates. But chapters are coming, and new characters and old characters will be introduced, and will be seen in the next few chapters. Again this will eventually be a Spuffy story but not just yet. For those of you who have reviewed, thanks I appreciate your comments so keep them coming, also I will take suggestions on plot though I may not use them I appreciate it all the same. All spells are ones I made up, and a few from episodes. Again I am not going to promise anything chapter to chapter because I keep changing things to suit the story as new ideas come into my head. It’s an AU the possibilities are endless.
Rating: NC-17


End of Chapter 4

Angel stared at the fire before him, rather poetic that he stood in alleyway before a trashcan with a blaze filling its depths. For years he scoured through the back alleys of the world living off vermin. It seemed wrong to be doing it here but there really was no better place. Lifting the leather bound volume of his sketches he tossed it into the flames. As the flames slowly engulfed the book Angel had to force himself to stop from reaching into the flames as the image of a love he never knew slowly disappeared before his eyes. Perhaps without a constant reminder eventually he would forget.


Chapter 5 -- Moving On

Elizabeth sighed as she lay in bed. It was one of those nights where she couldn’t get to sleep. Tossing and turning had taken up half the night it was already 3 in the morning. They didn’t go out to patrol, though she had brought up the subject of going alone, and everyone shot down the idea. Sometimes she felt like a pampered prisoner or pet. Well not exactly pampered since she trained in one way or another most of the day but a prisoner all the same.

It was 2 weeks until her birthday not that it mattered; it would be her second within these walls. For two years now she had been living half a life. Not once had she walked outside these walls without someone with her on her outings. Lately it was Derek or Alec who escorted her on her little outings. Helene was still there but her presence and influence was becoming less of a force in her life. In the past six months Helene had begun to act strangely she made no secret of her dislike for Derek, and especially for Alec. Whatever was going on between her three appointed companions it was getting tiring?

Then there was Alec something in her gut made her weary around him, even though he was her friend. Friend, she actually thought of him and Derek as friends she really was pathetic. Something inside began to hum when they were in the same room, it wasn’t unpleasant just a heightened awareness. She knew what it was because it was the same feeling that coursed through the pit of her stomach when she was near a vampire or some other nasty. They weren’t entirely human; but she had known that from the moment they met.

Alec’s latest lessons were on demons, he had berated her for hours for killing some karmzac or kazak demon that was harmless to humans and actually feed off other demons. Why she would kill something that wouldn't harm anyone, he had yelled for what seemed like hours. Elizabeth sighed thinking about his shades of gray speech; it really did give one something to think about.

In no way shape or form was she in any way tired. Sliding out of bed she slipped on her robe and walked to the windows of her room. The view was gorgeous though it was just a projection since the floor was a sub level. Picking up the book she left there earlier she carried it to the bed. It was a text of spells that Helene had given her to begin her latest magic studies. Magic was actually turning out to be extremely helpful. Several times she had used it during patrols while she was fighting. A smile touched her lips as she thought of the vampire she had set alight a few nights ago with just a few words.

Alec hadn’t been pleased regarding her instincts not to use the modern weapons he personally trained her to use, the fact that she instinctively went for her stake and magic was really not going over well. The morning before he had shown her how to use a modified sniper rifle, Why she would ever need that kind of training she had no idea, but he had insisted and she had hit all her targets on the first try it had actually been rather easy and he seemed pleased.

Of the two of her constant companions Derek was the easiest to get along with, he was also the one she trained with most often. Alec usually watched from the side lines his voice giving her steady instructions on how to improve her form, and pointing out the areas she left her self open for attack. Derek was great like a brother really he was funny, easy going, and listened when she talked. Alec was quite the opposite he was always pushing her to do better. So it was beyond her why of the two of them she saw Derek as only a friend, and Alec well he made her feel something that went far beyond friendship and from experience she knew it was a crush.

When she watched his demonstrations with Derek, she found her gaze sliding over his body, which was quite simply drool worthy. Then when she would have to reenact his demonstration she did something wrong because she had been drooling over his body, not his technique. And then that led to more lectures, which made her crush falter for a day or two, but it always returned.

Lindsey’s Office

“I have to say, I am impressed.” Lindsey smiled at the two men who had joined him for drinks. “Elizabeth’s training is far ahead of schedule.” Lindsey rose to refill their drinks.

“I think we need to stop or at least lessen her magic training.” Alec held his glass up for a refill. “I don’t want her relying of magic instead of her natural talents.”

“Magic is a natural talent of a Slayer it just isn’t cultivated in them, since they don’t normally live very long.” Lindsey replied. His research into the murky world of Slayer’s had revealed several interesting little facts about Slayers and the Council’s techniques for controlling them. They repressed some of the girl’s or rather slayers innate talents such as witchcraft to ensure they could maintain control. The essence of the slayer was actually from a demon shaman’s had forced the gift upon a young girl once upon a time. It really worked to their benefit that Slayer’s didn’t last two long, because if a girl ever lived past the first 2 years she would begin to question, and questions led to rather unpleasant things about the origin and true nature of a slayer being revealed.

“I don’t wish to get rid of it, but she is delving into the arts with a passion and she is young.” Alec sipped his drink. “To tamper with such power at such a young age might make her less manageable.” Alec was lying of course he just wanted to slow her progress in Magic. He wanted her to learn more about the arts just not at this point and time.

“What would you like her to focus on?” Lindsey asked, he could see Alec’s point allowing her to delve any deeper into such power could lead to a more independent Slayer and god knew even with all the restrictions they placed on her life she still maintained that stubborn streak.

Alec had to fight from letting a smile touch his lips. Things were progressing nicely, and Lindsey for all his posturing and sense of control, was actually incredibly easy to manipulate, unlike other members of Wolfram & Hart and other interested parties.

Lindsey tolerated Alec and Derek because they were doing an incredible job with his Slayer. Buffy was becoming quite a weapon but he watched them frequently and noted several things. First and the most concerning was Buffy’s growing attraction toward Alec. Lindsey could see it even if they couldn’t, and it wasn’t something he wanted for his Slayer. Lindsey knew Alec was trying to manipulate him, and he often let the man think he was being successful if it suited his plans.

“There is one thing I need taken care by the end of the week, and I have promised the senior partners that Buffy would take of it for them.” Lindsey smiled tossing a file across the desk. “Just a little reassurance that the Slayer is part of our team.”


Sunnydale, Ca

Spike watched from the shadows as the Slayer and Angel fought a pack of Keital demons unsightly little buggers who were built like tanks, along with a mouth full of razor sharp teeth.

The girl wasn’t half bad she was a rather tasty little morsel. Sex all rolled into leather if one went for that kind of thing, which Angel obviously did. The dark haired sultry beauty was quite a little bag of tricks.

Beneath the Slayer veneer lay something else, something rather dark if one took the time to notice the little things. She enjoyed the kill way too much it got her revved up, and from her scent it was rather like foreplay for the tart. He would bet money that the little slayer was a hellcat in bed after her nightly patrol. When she fought she was good, but not good enough. Even from here he could see where he could slip right in and have himself a real good day.

Tossing his cigarette away he slipped away heading into the night back toward his dark princess. The slayers days were numbered once he found the cure for Dru she was finished. The little fiasco at Sunnydale high a few weeks ago really gave him an insight to the girls motives or rather motivation.

Like everyone she had a weakness, and it was actually herself. The latest slayer was her, own worst enemy, which was a weakness he could exploit. After watching the videotapes his minions took of the chit, one thing became apparent. The tough girl act was quite convincing Faith really was a badass possessing exactly what it took to back the attitude up, but there was something about her, he saw it in Dru sometimes within the depths of those dark eyes was a lost little girl yearning to belong.

There were other signs the most glaring was how she acted around those bothersome friends she possessed. It was one of the few times the ballsy brunette was unsure about herself, and how she should act. Throw the girl into a fight and she was at home, if you wanted to party Faith was your girl, but when faced with really opening herself up to those around her the people the skills just simply were not there, and she was tearing herself trying to connect with those around her.

It was time to return to Dru, she was waiting as she always did these days always waiting.

LA, California

Elizabeth glanced up at the building Alec stopped in front of. There was an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach that tonight wasn’t just a fun night out on the town. Alec smiled handing the keys to his SUV to the valet. Derek jumped out of the car easily sliding his arm around Elizabeth’s waist leading her toward a very non-descript building.

The uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach grew stronger as she sensed a demon or rather demons very close by.

“It’s alright.” Derek murmured flashing her one of his wonderful smiles. They would never hurt her, Elizabeth thought letting them lead her into the building. They would never hurt you, she found herself repeating several times as she passed through the doorway and into the lion’s den.

There were humans and every type of demon imaginable within the four walls of the club, yet as she found herself surrounded by the enemy she could not act upon her instincts something was holding her back.

“I’ll get us something to drink.” Derek gave her a quick squeeze before he left her alone with Alec.

As if sensing her distress he murmured softly, “The club is protected by a blessing, no violence can be done within these walls by human or demon.” Alec slipped his arm around her waist leading her to an open table.

“Why would you bring me here?” Elizabeth asked glancing around at the variety of creatures within her vicinity.

“Because you need to learn, that not all demons desire humankinds destruction. You don’t have to kill every demon that crosses your path. In the future you may find one or two of them can be quite useful in various ways.” Alec replied his gaze remaining on her face.

“I don’t kill every demon that crosses my path; you’re still alive aren’t you?” Elizabeth replied, her gaze meeting his own.

“How long have you known?” Alec asked softly, he really shouldn’t be surprised with her slayers instincts but it made him uneasy nonetheless.

“Not long after we met, it took me a while because I hadn’t been around demon’s often enough to realize the warning signs.” Elizabeth glanced up as a demon with large what looked like antler’s dripping with puss walked past.

“What was that?” Elizabeth asked, her gaze shifting back to Alec’s who was still gazing at her intently.

“A chaos demon.” Alec replied as Derek approached sliding drinks across the table to the appropriate person. “A whisky for you, and me and diet coke for milady.” Derek smiled, ignoring the tension between the two because quite simply there was always tension between them lately.

Derek wasn’t stupid he saw the slayer’s eyes travel over Alec when she thought no one was watching. Alec’s interest in the Slayer was more of a concern because so far beyond one-night stands here and there he had yet to show a true interest in a woman, especially one he had a hand in molding. It was actually funny to watch his friend because with every lesson plan Alec executed he was unconsciously forming Elizabeth into the perfect woman, for him. Smart, powerful, beautiful, a deadly combination no man could resist. He wanted to warn his friend that he should be careful because sometimes what you think you want is exactly the opposite of what you actually need.

“Let’s dance.” Derek said standing and taking Elizabeth’s hand not giving her an opportunity to decline his offer. Ignoring the look Alec shot him, obviously he didn’t want to be interrupted, and soon enough Buffy’s fun would be spoiled because tonight wasn’t about fun, it was about work.

There really wasn’t much of dance floor since it was a karaoke bar, not that it mattered to them. Elizabeth was glad to be in Derek’s arms it was comforting and felt safe.

“Don’t let him get to you.” Derek sighed glancing down into her expressive hazel eyes. “Sometimes Alec can be an ass.”

“Sometimes?” Elizabeth asked raising a brow and glancing over at their table, finding it empty.

Alec watched the two dancing from the bar. After they left him at the table he had swallowed his drink in one gulp and found he needed another. Tonight he was forcing Elizabeth to acknowledge a simple fact that not everything was black and white or rather good or evil. There were demons who were decent and never hurt a soul, while there were humans who possessed souls whose crimes were shocking and to say the least inhuman. There were demons that could be useful for not only information but also sometimes as backup.

Alec managed to down three more drinks before the laughing duo finally returned to the table. Waiting until they settled down sipping their drinks, Alec rose from his seat. “Let’s dance?” It really wasn’t posed as a question rather a command in a tone that he used in the training room. Buffy thought about declining for a moment but then at the last moment she rose and led the way onto the dance floor. There were quite a few more couples out on the floor and some demon or another was singing.

Buffy couldn’t help but enjoy the moment as Alec slid his arms around her waist pulling her up against his body. Following his lead she began to move in time with his body. For a few moments it was wonderful, and then he of course ruined it by speaking.

“Do you see that man right over my shoulder in the black suit with the blue silk shirt?” Alec asked.

Buffy saw the man he was around 40, balding, and about 75 to 80 pounds overweight with a brassy blonde on his arm whose breasts were so obviously implants that stretched the skin in the area so tight it looked like they were in danger of bursting.

“Yes.” Buffy replied glancing up at Alec.

“He stole some information from Wolfram & Hart, and they want it back.” Alec replied continuing to sway them to the sound of the music. “You are going to wait until he leaves and follow him home.” Alec slid one arm from her waist and retrieved a pair of keys from his pocket placing it in her palm. “Your car is waiting in the parking lot, you’ll know it when you see it and it has all your gear in the trunk.” Alec leaned down his lips against her temple. “This is what we have been working toward beyond the Slaying on the street, you have to prove to Wolfram & Hart that you want to belong that you are part of the team.”

“What do I have to do?” Buffy asked keeping her gaze on her target without being obvious.

“Follow him home, gain entry into his home and retrieve the files.” Alec replied.

“That doesn’t sound too hard.” Buffy knew that couldn’t be it they wouldn’t send her on such an easy job.

“The files are encoded into a chip the firm placed in his head to increase his memory capacity.” Alec responded and watched as her eyes rose to his.

“So I have to?” Buffy began but her gaze wandered back to the man who was laughing as he squeezed his date’s ass.

“Yes.” Alec responded hating Lindsey for throwing this type of assignment at her right now.

Buffy followed Alec off the dance floor and was not surprised to see Derek missing. Alec picked up his jacket. “We will be waiting at home.” Alec lied he and Derek would be following her incase anything went wrong.

Buffy sat down and found herself alone. It was hard to sit there and just wait for the man to leave. Several times she found herself thinking about just getting into the car waiting for her outside and leaving. But she had no idea where she would go; Wolfram & Hart had given her a home and saved her from the watcher’s council.

The time for pondering her choices faded as the man rose up dragging the giggling blonde with him and headed for the door. Buffy found herself rising and following them outside. She found her car because it was one she had told Derek she liked one time when they had been out. It was a black SUV, it was nothing special but she knew there was a reason for that because it wouldn’t stand out. She slid into the car and followed the couple home.

Alec & Derek followed at a safe distance from Buffy’s car. They pulled into a spot just a little ways down from where she parked. They watched and waited. As time sped past Alec became concerned that she wasn’t going to go through with it, and if she didn’t the senior partners wouldn’t be happy and might decide their little project wasn’t worth it or perhaps alter their plans for the Slayer.

Then just when Alec was ready to go check on Buffy, she slid like a dark shadow from the truck and into the darkness. Glancing at his watch time seemed to creep along until she finally reappeared carrying a bag. His gaze was riveted on the bag, as she slid into the car. She just sat there for a few minutes then the SUV started up and she pulled away from the house. After they were a safe distance the SUV pulled over and he watched as she barely got out of the car before she threw up not once but twice. Leaning back against the car she seemed to gain her composure then rose climbing back into the car.

“We better get back; I would like to be there when she gets home.” Derek’s usually cheerful voice was cold and harsh. Alec could feel Derek’s anger beginning to boil over, so he didn’t say a word.

“She was going to have to do this sooner or later.” Alec replied and he didn’t see the blow until his cheek felt like it exploded and his head cracked against the glass of his window.

Alec was stunned; he glanced over at Derek who was staring ahead. “I would like to be there when she gets home, so if you don’t plan on driving get out of my way so I can.”

Alec turned on the car and took a short cut ensuring they got home before Buffy. They actually only beat her home by 15 minutes. They were the longest 15 minutes of either of their lives. Derek paced back and forth, while Alec sat staring at the entryway waiting. The sound of the door opening and closing gained both of their attention, and they both waited scared to face the girl they had come to know so well.

Sunnydale

Spike backhanded the slayer and sent her sailing across the floor. After a very rough day with Dru, he had needed a little workout and decided that it was time to engage this slayer in his favorite dance. Tonight Dru would occupy Angel, and to draw him out and away from the slayer. His girl was always successful so he knew that Angel wouldn’t be a problem.

“You really are good pet.” Spike purred as his fist connected with her jaw as she rose up from the ground. “It’s a pity.” He sighed jerking her up by her dark locks.

“Do you ever stop talking?” Faith growled catching his wrist and attempting to gain the advantage, but she only managed in giving Spike an even bigger advantage at the moment.

“Better hope I keep talking pet when I stop,” Spike growled propelling her forward and into the wall, “that’s when you need to start worrying.”

Faith would never admit it but she was scared. Angel and she had fought or rather spared but she had never felt like she couldn’t handle herself. Also in the back of her mind she knew that Angel would never hurt her, unlike Spike. To Spike she was just another notch on his belt, another Slayer to kill.

Spike used the leverage she gave him and jerked her up against him his hand tangled in her hair. Quite simply he had the little Slayer set up perfectly for the kill it was all part of the plan.

He sunk his teeth into her neck and heard her cry. There was nothing the Slayer could do about it and true to form she gave up. That was when he pulled back and pushed her forward onto her hands and knees.

“All that bluster, and bad-ass attitude and it was that easy.” Spike purred circling around her. Adding insult to injury he used his boot to lift her face so he could see it. “Seems you weren’t much of a Slayer after all at the least the others fought until the very end.”

Faith was weak from blood loss but not that weak but he had done something she had never thought someone could do to her again, he had broken her truly made her feel fear, and shame.

“Not even worth the kill.” Spike smirked as her gaze-lowered tears beginning to course down her face. Breaking her spirit was hard she had so many insecurities to target it was almost too easy. Spike stepped staring down at the Slayer who had just minutes before been a smart-mouth tougher than nails bitch, things were working out nicely. “Say Hi to Angie for me.” Spike purred just before his boot connected with her face landing her right on her back.

As he left the alleyway he could hear her sobs, their plan was in motion things were going well, soon he would have Dru back to her usual self, and they could get out of Sunnyhell.





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