Disclaimer: Mr. Josh Whedon, I humble attempt to embellish on your fabulous story. And for letting me play with the sex god you call Spike.
Rating: NC-17- eventually




Sunnydale-Late Hellmouth

She looked back at the crater of the late Sunnydale. Smiling at her self as her friends and family spoke around her. Smiling at how her love had done the right thing, the best thing.
“Everyone back on the bus; we don’t know how long this ground will hold.” Faith stated while making her way back to the injured principle and the new slayettes.
Everyone turned back to the bus leaving Buffy to her thoughts. She walked to the edge of the crater and climbed her way down the steep precipice. She looked around seeing were the Sunnydale sign had fallen. She was instantly met with the thought of how many times Spike must have run over it.
“Buffy we need to go” Dawn looked down the edge towards her sister and motioned her up. Buffy moved towards the sign and threw it up above her to were the land leveled out and made her way towards the top, bringing the now legendary sign with her.
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L.A. - Wolfram and Hart

“BLOODY HELL” Spike felt the tingles starting to recede down his spine from the prior reincarnation.
“What the HELL is he doing here?!” Angle screamed to his friends and staff within his office immediately picking up
a weapon that was handy.
“I don’t know about you big poof, but the last thing I remember is the Hellmouth and Buf…”
“Say her name and you die, Captain Peroxide” Angle ended.

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Chapter 2




ROME-Terrace of the Summer’s Residence

It had been 108 day, 13 hours, and 15 min since the fight. Buffy sat looking out from her terrace at the semi-bright lights of Rome, thinking about him. Wondering if he was burning in the very inner circles of hell, or feeling that ultimately safe feeling that she had once felt for 147 days, as he had once said. The familiar tears enveloped her when she though about him, her Spike, her William.
She stared at the stars wondering again were he was, while letting the fresh tears come.
“I miss you, I wish you were here” She wiped away the tears and leaned her head against the chair, slowly rocking her self to short promised sleep.

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L.A. - Offices of Wolfram and Hart

“This might as well be counted as the very inner circles of hell,” Spike complained while the endless droning of Angle’s staff meeting met its 2nd hour. This brought a hesitant giggle out of Fred who was seated to his right.
“Well you know you have the choice of not even being here right?” Fred asked timidly.
“Well what else am I suppose to do around this place, I mean I am a ghost doomed to haunt the poof over there for all eternity, pet”
“Why don’t you go try out those new powers you started getting from the other night?”
Yes, the other night, the reaper, come to bring him to the actual inner circles of hell. He could do that, or he could go back to thinking about his slayer. Her body pressed up against his, all sweaty and….
“Spike why are you here?” Angle demanded, finally taking a break for a breath of air.
“I don’t know, maybe just getting started on the endless torment I’m going to cause you in the great years to come” Spike started to examine his nails thinking how he had to make Fred get a bottle of black nail polish for him soon. Chipped nails were good, but to almost off was just tacky.
“Get out Spike, or I’ll sick Mr. Reaper on you again.”
“Jesus can’t anybody get in a decent nap around here with out the Big Bad Bossy coming down on you.” Spike got out of his chair and swaggered out of the office, winking at Harmony on his way out. Thinking how much he wished it was Buffy’s gold locks he was seeing instead.

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ROME



“I’m working late tonight, so Andrew will be here to get dinner, I’ll leave money on the counter in case you want pizza or something” Buffy poured herself a cup of coffee, ready to usher Dawn off to school and get to work on time.
“Is it ok if I go over to Giles’s after school to practice instead?” Dawn asked while biting into a piece of toast.
“Of course, I know he would love to have you, he’s been blabbing about you going to London sometime soon. But don’t stay to long, Home before 9 pm tomorrow” “OK, I gotta go, see you tomorrow.” Dawn kissed Buffy on the cheek, picked up her bag, and rushed out of the apartment.
Ever since Sunnydale, Dawn had taken an unusual interest in becoming mini watcher and Wicca. Willow doing the Wicca part (including the transportation spells to London), and Giles (now new head of the new state-of-the-art Watchers Counsel), doing the watcher part. Surprisingly, Dawn had taken to both crafts like a second skin, making her teenage life even that more unusual.
Buffy took a last sip of her coffee, and headed out the door herself, starting her leisurely walk to the new slayer school, were she currently was the headmistress and teacher to 20 girls.
It was a great day in dear old Rome. Sun shinning, birds chirping, and no immediate apocalypses on the horizon. Buffy started humming to herself, thinking of her class schedule for her day. She stopped short and collapsed on a near bench, sinking her head to her knees, and started taking deep breaths, realizing what she had been humming. The great break away pop hit as Anya had called it, Let me Rest in Peace. She took a few long breaths and tried to compose herself.
“Why can’t you get past this?”
Because he was the love of your life and you were just too blind to see it until he was dying.
She took a few more short breaths and lifted her head. She got up off the bench tentatively and continued her walking, this time with a little less bounce in her step.

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ROME-Slayer School

The old artist loft had been renovated into a state of the art head quarters for the future slayers of the world. They had almost every invented weapon at there disposal, the best researching facilities, and better training facilities than Olympic champions. All funded by the Watchers counsel.
Buffy walked into her office and looked through her records picking out the cheery song 99 Red Balloons, by Goldfinger to wake up the Slayers today. The song blasted out threw the sound system, and Buffy started setting up the gym, the slayers first class of the day.
The room was huge, holding all kinds off equipment on the sides, but holding a cleared padded area in the middle were they did the most of the hands on training. The room itself had 3 huge arched windows facing out onto Rome. The walls were brick and held the signs of the painter that had once lived there with flecks of paint in areas, and new protections symbols for the school itself. All in all it was a place that urged the girls to train hard and still not get bored.
She heard the slayers starting to groan and new they would soon make there way to the breakfast which Andrew had come in early to make. Pancakes were today if she remembered correctly. She went back her office and picked out a few discs to play during warm ups, and set up the CD player.
“Morning Buff” Anna made her way into the gym, always the first one ready for gym. Anna came from New York, and from the records reminded Buffy a lot like Nicky Woods. Her skin the color of chocolate and bright observant eyes were ready to take in anything. She started stretching. While the other girls started to come in and do the same.
15 minutes later they were all in lines doing kick block combos while listening to Melissa Auf Der Maur.

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Chapter 4




Rome: School- Lunch

“What are you going to do during History today Wood?”
“Thought me and the girls would go for a walk to the house the Italian Slayer used to live in. Or maybe I’ll make Faith take them for a run then and I’ll drive.”
“Good idea, human + running with teenage slayers = Hospital” Buffy took another bite of her sandwich and set it on her plate. Faith and Robin lived full time at the school after getting married the following month. They watched after the girls after hours and taught Slayer History and Kick Boxing in the afternoons.
“Save any for me, baby?” Faith came down the spiral staircase from the loft, kissed Robin, and then took a seat next to him, all the while stealing his sandwich.
“Sure, just steal the rest of my sandwich. I have to go anyways, new shipments of books from England.”
“God any more books from England and we’ll have to set up a library.”
“I think that’s what Giles’s is hoping for” Robin pushed in his chair, picked up his coat, gave a quick kiss on the cheek to his wife, and was out the door.
“Gotta love that guy B”
“OK, then” Buffy started clearing her own place while rolling her eyes. “Did Andrew say if there was anything new on the prophecy front?”
“No, but don’t give up hope, there might still be some excitement this year yet”
“No please, I think the PTB are finally giving us a long needed break”
“HA, there just getting ready for something big, mark my words.” Buffy threw out the rest of her food and headed out towards the kitchen and Andrew.


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L.A. - New Years

Months Later

“Bloody Hell, bullocks this” Spike walked out of the Wolfram and Hart, his duster blowing behind him in his hurry to get as far away as possible. Of course, he only made it to the city limits, realizing in time he would be only be zapped back.
“BLOODY HELL! CAN’T A GHOST AT LEAST GET A LITTLE BREAK!?” He yelled at the sky, cursing the powers and their love to fuck up his life.
His legs buckled under him and he dropped onto the middle of the road staring at the city limits sign. He remembered the Sunnydale sign, did it still exist? Did any one keep it if it did? Does Buffy…no, can’t go into that line of thought.
He dropped his head and started at his hands and was met with another vision from that day. Their hand intertwined starting to burn, while the Hellmouth became ruins around them. But they didn’t notice, couldn’t notice, they just started into each others eyes, knowing it would be the last.
Spike shook his head getting the idea out of his head. The idea that Buffy could have actually loved a monster like him.
“What are you doing now, love”

ROME

Spike didn’t know it but, again hundred miles away, Buffy was thinking the same thing. But she had to concentrate.
“OK, Faith, Bring it on”
“You’re watchin’ too many Matrix movies B,”
They circled, each looking for an opening. Faith moved in, punching towards the middle. Buffy spun out and aimed a kick to her back which hit home. They circled again. They both lunged each meeting in the middle with a kick and a block.
The fight went by in a whirl, till Faith found herself on her back.
“SO, who’s the one not watching enough Matrix movies” Buffy leapt up, offering a hand to the bested Faith. “You need to get some imagination or I’ll always beat you.”
“You keep telling yourself that B”
They walked towards the water fountain each filling a cup and leaning against the wall.
“Have you heard from Price lately” Faith took a sip of her water, looking expectantly at Buffy.
“No, something’s going down in L.A. though, I can feel if. But since Angel started keeping me out of the loop, and now Wesley has overlooked to inform me, were stuck with no informant from L.A.”
“I think your just itching for a fight, ever since the Hellmouth…”
“Don’t say it Faith, I don’t need to be reminded of him”
“I thought you were getting over that, what’s it been? 5 months now…”
“157 days”
“Good god girl, we have to get you out. Were going clubbin’ tonight whether you like it or not.”
“Faith….” Faith set down her water and started towards the showers, Buffy in tow.
“No buts, were going out. Now get out before I start stripping” She closed the door of the showers, effectively ending the conversation.

ROME CLUB ~La Notte Bella Ha venuto a contatto di Da Cold Day (The Beautiful Night Met by the Cold Day)
– 10 pm

Tainted Love by Marilyn Manson blasted threw out the club. Lights and special effect smoke was everywhere, following people as they clung to others, grinding to the music. Sweat mingled with good liquor making the beat of the club fast and furious.
Buffy and Faith made their way through the crowd towards the bar, ordering their first drinks of the evening. After taking a few sips of courage, Faith pulled Buffy onto the dance floor, and started to make the boys drool and wish that they were alone. Buffy and Faith swung around each other, acting like each other grinding poles. The next song came on, Other Side by the Red Hot Chile Peppers, and Buffy and Faith kept going, knowing they weren’t even close to being done. The smoke just kept entwined with their legs, the only dance partner brave enough to do so.
The middle of the song hit and Buffy and Faith started to get separated by the crowd.
Buffy closed her eyes letting the music flow threw her, and her mind giving into the mind numbing beat. When she opened them she was met with the bluest eyes she had ever seen, the ones that always made her heart skip a beat. There he was, through the crowd. She drank in his appearance, afraid if she closed her eyes it would all be a dream. Someone then took the opportunity to bump her shoulder and start grinding with her. Making her blink and turn around. She turned back looking franticly for those eyes again but found none. She closed her eyes willing for her tears to go away opening then again just to turn and grind with the man that had bumped her so she could get that mind numbing bliss again.


ROME-Outside Club

“How do we always just miss her?” Angel asked the air.
“What are who so worried about peaches? You have a girlfriend, why so into the Slayer?” Spike paced back and forth knowing something was about to happen. Something bad.
Angel grabbed Spikes collar and pushed him against a near by wall.
“She’s the love of my life, and you, all you are to her a sniveling whining stalker that takes all the crumbs he can get while making puppy eyes as she passes by.” Angel threw him down and started to pace himself.
“Oui, no need to get so testy now, you feelin’ threatened peaches? …”
“Why do I work with you?!” Angel yelled at the sky, searching for an answer somewhere.
“Kill now, ask question later.” And Spike was suddenly hot wiring a vespa, making Angel get on board, and racing after their bad guy.

~
2 am

“OK, your right that was exactly what I needed,” Buffy stumbled out of the club with Faith, both giggling the whole way.
“Yes, see Buffy,” Faith stood up a little straighter. “Your just an old stick in the mud” Both bursting into giggles.
“Yes, yes, but a very attractive stick” They then started on there way home, giggling all the way.

~

7am

“I am never EVER drinking again, drinking = bad.” Buffy stumbled out of bed holding her head. She made her way over to the curtains and closed them, blocking the hurtful rays from her hang over. She then stumbled back and tried to reach the peaceful shores of slumber.
“Buffy, BUFFY!” Dawn crashed into the room shouting her name. Buffy moaned and tried to bury her head in her pillow.
“Oh, goddess Buffy there you are, guess what! I found something, a prophecy!”
“Unless it evolves you getting out of this room, bye bye”
“No, it has him in it.”
Buffy bolted up, grabbing her head when the room spun threateningly.
“What Dawn, what has it have to do with him?” Buffy rose slowly off the bed hoping that she wasn’t dreaming.
“He suppose to come back, Buffy. He’s supposed to come back.” Dawn took a tentative step forward, just in case Buffy decided to shut down again like the last time they talked about him.
“How? When?” Buffy took a few blinks, and started to resemble to Dawn of a goldfish out of water.
“3 months ago, and well…”
“Just tell me Dawn”
“By Lindsay, the ex-Wolfram and Hart staff member. The job that Angel now has,”
“But that’s not possible, he would have called, Angle at the very least would have told me. No, it’s not true. God why isn’t it true?” Buffy slowly lowered herself to the bed, her head in her hands, forcing herself to take deep breaths.
“Buffy, clam down, maybe he’s just not able to, We can go to L.A. and check”
“Dawn, I…I can’t…I can’t do that to myself.”
“But Buffy…”
“No Dawn! I just can’t”
“Fine, but I can’t understand how you can just let him go that easily when he saved all our lives!” She stormed out of her room, slamming the door behind her, making Buffy cringe.
Her head still in her hands, Buffy let it out for about millionth time since that fateful day at the Hellmouth.

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note: dreams are surronded by **********, since i am inept at working html codes.

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“Oh Bullocks...”
I jet of light exploded from Spikes chest, his head thrusting up at the impact.
“Buffy!” More light spread out, starting to destroy the army of uber-vamps. Buffy ran forward, while Faith started getting everyone to get out. Buffy reached Spike’s shining body. Speechless at what the amulet was doing.
“I can feel it Buffy…”
“Wha…”
“My soul…it’s really there… kinda of stings” Buffy started at Spike not yet realizing how this story would end.
All the girls ran towards the exit, past Buffy, Spike, and Spike’s shining soul. The school starting to collapse around the two.
“Go on then!”
“No, you’ve done enough you can sti…”
“No, you beat them back, it’s for me to do the clean up.” Another crash surrounded the pair. The Hellmouth crumbling around them.
Faith yelled for Buffy, but all she could concentrate on was his face and the fact that she knew, she knew that he was going to die standing there, saving their lives.
“Gotta move lamb, but I think its fair to say school’s out for bloody summer,” The Hellmouth continued to deteriorate, and Buffy continued to ignore it.
“Spike!”
“I mean it, I gotta do this.” She waited a beat, finally excepting the inevitable.
She reached across the remaining space between them and took his hand.
Spike looked down at their interlacing their fingers, disbelief and astonishment written all over his face. Their hands together started to burn, and yet she didn’t pull away. He looked into her eyes hoping to see something there for the last time.
Buffy gasped and smiled, revelation finally dawning on her. She loved him. And then the sadness hitting her that this would be the only time that she would ever be able to say it.
“I love you.” She whispered, finally letting it out.
He paused a second, cursing her for finally telling him now, wishing he could grab her and run her and himself out of the fucking Hellmouth, realizing he had to at least get her out, before it was all over.
“No you don’t…but thanks for saying it.” Yet another crash surrounded them, jerking Buffy out of her state of peace, and separating their hands.
“Now go!” Buffy rushed up the stairs.
“ I wanna see how it ends.”

And then he started to burn. Laughing all the way.
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~

L.A- Wolfram and Hart

“Bloody Hell,” Spike jerked awake from his dream, not knowing that thousands of miles away Buffy had done the same.
He rubbed his hands over his face and made his way towards the staff kitchen. Noticing that the sun had set on good L. of A.
He reached into the fridge and pulled out Angle’s cup of blood. He walked over to the window and stared down at the city. Quietly going over his dream that he had had every night since he had come back.
He finished the blood and set it on the table, making his way towards the elevator, hitting the button for the top floor, and deciding to give his sire a visit.
“Spike, what the hell are you doing up here?”
“Just making small talk, peaches.” Angel just sighed at the old name. Murmuring under his breath about the good ol’days, when Spike had stalked Dru.
“What do you want?”
“Oh lots of things,” Buffy mainly, but Spike just knew Angle wouldn’t take kindly to that.
“What are you doing peaches?” Angel just mumbled again and shoved it over for Spike to read.
“Oh, new prophecy, fun”
“Wesley picked it up, and surprise; it has you in it,” Suddenly becoming more interested in it Spike came closer and started to read.
“HA, they refer to me as the champion of the Chosen One in her highest hour, guess changing the Slayer heritage accounts for that, doesn’t it?”
“Don’t get too used to it.” Angel pulled the book back and continued to translate it from Latin.
“Oh right, cause champions your job right? Must just tingle that I was there instead of you, doesn’t it?” In one swift moment Angle had Spike pinned to the wall, and in another one Spike was on top of him on the floor.
“Gettin’ soft in our old age, peaches.” Both vamps got up and dusted themselves off. Spike heading towards the elevator, knowing that this little meeting was over.
“Spike, why aren’t you in Europe? At least then you would be out of my hair”
“Guess I just like evil lawyer offices better, mate”

dreams = **********

England-Watcher’s Library at Headquarters

Dawn waded through the books in the library making her way slowly to Giles. He was swimming in the sea of books, his mind the only one knowing the organization through the mess.
“Did you tell her?” Giles took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose, the fatigue of a 28 hour research finally catching up to him.
“She didn’t believe me Giles, how can she not believe me I mean, look at how his death is slowly killing her, and she doesn’t even believe me, seriously…”
“Dawn, DAWN! OK, but I have to admit this isn’t a surprise to me, I thought that she might reject this news, as you are telling me she did. So we just have to give it time, ok Dawn, we have to gather more research…”
“And make her believe” Dawn finished.
“Yes exactly, now lets get to work. You have the translation correct?”
“Yes, and I was able to translate a little more last night.”
“Good, good. I have another book that might work”
So they started their research. Dawn taking a seat by the new Head Watcher, and began to translate again.

~
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Buffy’s Apartment

It can’t be true, I won’t let myself think its possible that he’s back. I won’t, I won’t, I wo…
This was Buffy’s last thought as she started to drift off to sleep, refusing herself that peace of mind.

‘Buffy, Buffy luv, you have to stop this, your killing yourself Slayer. Don’t do that over a monster like me, pet’
Buffy saw Spike through a cloud of mist, a golden glow around his gorgeous form. Buffy saw the love and peace radiating to her from his eyes, making love with her soul.
‘But I miss you, I need you Spike…William. I can’t stand being here without you.’
She just had to touch him, she started to walk forward, just whispers of step afraid of what she might find. She reached out her hand and felt the coldness of his flesh,, her eyes finally letting out the tears that were always held there.
‘You have to, for Lil Bit, for your friends, for your slayerette. They need you love.’
‘But I just can’t, William, don’t let me’
‘Be strong, Buffy’
‘No, NO! not without you.’
‘you have to, luv’
‘Spike shut up, I need to feel you against me, feel your flesh, feel your hardness inside me, I need your love’
And with that Spike reached across the space in between them grabbed her arm and pulled her against his chess.
‘You do have my love Slayer’
‘Then make love to me William’
He stared into her eyes, and slowly bent down, hesitantly brushing his lips against her. Buffy felt the warmth then, felt it enveloping her dead body, and pulled him into another kiss, putting all her love for him into it.
He slowly pulled off her tank top, still within the strong hold of the kiss. He slowly caressed her shoulder, were the tank top had left skin. The kiss moved its way down her throat to the pulsing jugular in her neck, he gave it a long heated kiss before moving onto her breasts.
Buffy gasped trying to keep coherent thought. She was finally with him again even if it was a dream, it was so real.
She responded willingly to the kisses Spike was giving her, letting her kiss him any way he wanted, her body arching as he lifted his other hand and started caressing the flesh of her other breast.
With his other hand he stroked the length of her spine, barely touching, sending tingles to her toes. She moved forward thrusting against his hardness slowly. Following the rhythm that Spike was setting. Wetness surged between her legs, begging for more skin.
She started to grab at his shirt, distracted constantly by the administration on her breasts. She whimpered, telling Spike what she wanted. He stepped back for a second, taking off his shirt and removing her boxers and underwear as well.
He started at her, and she saw the disbelief in his eyes, she moved her way forward and started to kiss him again, showing him this is what she really wanted.
He swooped her up then, taking the breath out of her, and slowly lowering her to the mist covered floor.
Once she was lying down, he started to bath her body with kisses, worshiping every inch. She took a sharp intake of breath when he located her center and started to drink her juices. She could only mewl with pleasure as he started to take her with his tongue. He varied pressures, and angles, first licking softly form anus to clit, then thrusting deep into her with his tongue, then rubbing roughly against her clit. She came then with a storm of pleasure. She bucked into his mouth wanting more contact.
As she started to come back to him she felt him ascend her body, looking into his eyes he paused, making sure this is what she wanted. With a tiny nod he positioned himself and thrust slowly into her, torturing them both. When he was finally in to the hilt, he paused, and she marveled at how he filled her, so much like a key, to a lock. They adjusted to each other, not yet wanting to break the spell over themselves.
She couldn’t wait though any longer. She had to feel that pleasure only he could bring her. She started to wiggle against him, telling Spike that she was ready. He painstakingly slowly pulled out, almost all the way, making Buffy wimper from the short loss. He then just a smoothly and slowly pushed in again, making her eyes role back into her head from pleasure. He did this again and again, each time coming out almost all the way, coming in, rubbing against her clit, and pulling out again. They rocked like this, foreheads together, staring into each others eyes till Buffy felt the tale tell signs start to build within her stomach. She started to whimper again. And move faster against Spike. Thrusting faster, each needing that release. Spike reached down in between them and rubbed small circles against her clit and grabbing a peaked nipple within his mouth. Buffy whirled into a heaven like orgasm, small explosions going off all over her body, making her toes curl. Floating, floating, floating, feeling Spike come as she did, and shoot his cum into her womb, again completing her.
They stayed in that dream like state for a while, Buffy’s head now resting on Spikes chest, both fading off into sleep. But before they did Buffy reached up and brought Spikes gaze to hers.
She stared into his cerulean blue eyes, that were always so alive with challenge and just a hint of danger. Now those blue depths were once again vulnerable, his love for her making him, William the Bloody, over 100 year old vampire, scourge of Europe, vulnerable. She once again met their lips in a soft loving kiss.
‘I love you, William the Bloody,’
‘No you don’t, but thanks for saying it.”
Buffy slammed head first into the real world, bolting up in bed. She quickly wrapped her arms around Mr. Gordo, and yet again cried, for his disbelief in his words.
She then started to think.
‘Fucking Hell, why the fuck doesn’t that bastard believe me. Why the hell is he so high and mighty that he just can’t believe it when I tell him that I fucking love his. That little fuck. Shit, fuck…’
She kept think of these obscenities, till she remembered what Dawn had told her that morning.
‘THE PROPHECY! Now we’ll see who the fuck doesn’t believe who.’
And with that Buffy descended from the ranks of mind killing pain, to just plain killing anger. She grabbed some cloths, yelled for Willow at the top of her lungs, and waited for the which to appear, and transport her to London.
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England-Watcher’s Library at Headquarters



Buffy stormed through the new Watchers headquarters, challenging all that tried to stop her with a deadly look. She made her way past the security guards, past the offices, training rooms, and medical hall, making her way into the library at last.
She threw books that were in the way of her war path, making her way straight for Dawn and Giles, who’s head were now lying on more books, they were fast asleep.
Buffy though didn’t seem to care. She just took a book lying on the table and slammed in down hard, making the table groan and buckle with protest.
Both family members bolted up, trying to make heads or tails of what was going on.
‘Where the hell is the prophecy, and what the fuck does it say’
The Head watcher and watcher in training just looked at each other and smiled.

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AN: Sorry readers, but this seen of the confrontation in the second to last episode of Angel is edited and most likely wrong because I had to fill in the gaps. See the thing is I couldn’t find my tape of the 2nd to last episode, so I had to fill things in from the ‘on the last episode of Angel…’ thing from the last episode. So I apologize now. THANKS FOR READING!


Watchers Councils-


“OK Giles, we’ve been doing this for two days, I need to know what’s going on. Maybe I should just go to L.A. and demand an answer from Angel.”
“No, not yet, but we won’t forget that entirely’
Dawn was still working at translating the long book, trying to find anything that had to do with the Slayers Champion. Dawn turned the page and was met with a strong sense of Déj-a-vu.
“Buffy, Giles, it’s another one of the books” The words started to translate in front of her eyes again, revealing the secrets of Angel and his new job at Wolfram and Hart.
Giles took one look at the book and turned to Buffy.
“Buffy I think you should take that trip to L.A. now”



L.A. - Wolfram and Hart
Same Night


Angel grabbed shoved Lorne’s crossbow from his hands, rapping his arm around his throat. He dug into his leather jacket, bringing out the talisman.
“Volvary”
A green blast enveloped the room. The gang just looked at him with confusion and hatred, wondering if he had finally lost his mind along with his soul.
“Alright, we have 6 minutes.” Angel said, while righting Lorne.
“Till what?” Spike said while preparing himself to hear any of the bullshit that Angelus was about to say.
“Till the glamour collapses, as far as anyone else outside this room is concerned were still at each others throats.” Angel started to get impatient, pacing the room,
“What are you talking about Angel” Gunn took a tentative step forward, but Angel saw the true meaning behind the step, as Gunn trying to gain ground.
“I’m talking about killing every member of the Black Thorn”

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Outside Wolfram and Hart-

Angel ran down the alley, rain pelting at his skin. He worried for the rest of his companions hoping that they got out, of each of their jobs alive.
He reached he gate, the set meeting place. Looking around for a second.
“Boo” Out of the darkness walked Spike, blood streaming down one his cheeks and a small gash on his forehead.
“Anyone else”
“Not so far, you feel the heat?” Spike was out of breath, killing that bunch of demons with a baby in his arms had left him breathless. And now with the heat rising beneath his feet he finally felt the fear of this mission, this most likely final mission.
“It’s comin’” Angel and Spike both looked out of the alley, Spike then looking up to the sky, thinking he saw something move.
“We finally got ourselves a decent brawl.”
“Damn, how did I now the fang boys would pull through.” Gunn jogged down the alley, out of breath same as Spike.
“Your lucky were on the same side dogs, because I was on fire tonight. My game was tight…” Spike and Angel just got to him on time before he collapsed on the pavement. They set him on a box in the alley for him to rest. That’s when Spike saw his wound.
“You’re suppose to wear that red stuff on the inside Charlie boy.” Gunn looked down, his hand now held his stomach, he lifted it away and saw the blood, already knowing that he would find it. He was in so much pain but he knew he had to keep fighting, if he was going to die that night, he was going to do it fighting.
“Any word of Wes?”
Spike was just shaking his head when Illyeria jumped down in front of his, her blue-brown hair matted to her scalp from rain. Her lips were trembling when she relayed the news.
“Wesley’s dead.” The three remaining members of the team knew that this was a risk, but of course still hit them hard.
“I’m feeling grief for him. I can’t seem to control it.” She looked at Angel then, seeing the grief in his eyes too. “I wish to do more violence.”
That’s when the howling started, all around them the calls of the trolls, the demons, and of course, the dragon.
“Well this just happen to be your lucky day” said Spike.
“Among other things.” Mumbled Angel while he took in the army in aw.
The army of the Wolf, the Ram and the Heart, was huge. Amazing number bent on decimating them.
“OK, you take the 30,000 on the left…”
“Your fading” Illyeria told Gunn. “You’ll last ten minutes at best”
“Then lets make them memorable” Gunn said, getting up from the box slowly.
“Any terms of a plan?” Spike asked, while getting into formation next to Angel.
“We fight” Angel recognized the edginess in his Grand-Childe, also taking in the old fighting formation they used to use.
“Bit more specific?” Spike looked at him, not knowing if this was going to be the last fight he would fight with his famous Angelus.
“Well personally, I kinda want to slay the dragon”
The army started to charge them.
“Let’s go to work, and with that Angel swung his sword and started the fight.
He took down one with the swing, cutting the demon in half. Spike jumped in right besides him, twisting the neck off of another demon. While plunging his hand into the next one, ripping his heart out.
Gunn moved in next to him swinging his ax with abandon. Illyeria, on his other side, using the same method as Spike. They kept up this up till they hit the middle of the fray. They then circled up, covering each others backs. Fighting harder then before. They killed, but more just kept coming.
A giant Garlosh then approached the circle. Angel faced the monster and prepared for the fight. The Garlosh picked him up and threw him against the wall, breaking the circle. Angel picked him self up, feeling the bones crack in his back. The Garlosh didn’t waste any time though. He picked Angel up again, this time by his neck, and twisted it, ripping it off his shoulder, the dust sprinkling below him.
“Angel!” Spike, and Gunn yelled, but they had no choice but to keep fighting, Gunn growing fainter and fainter with each blow.
Spike made his way over to the Garlosh, taking up Angel’s sword, and cut the Garlosh’s throat. Avenging Angel’s 2nd, and final death.
He went back to Gunn then. Until Gunn finally started to grow sloppy, and missed an attack from another demon. Spike blocked the blow just in time.
“Thanks man,” Gunn looked up at him, grabbing the collar of his coat, while Illyeria protected them. Then Gunn’s grip loosened and died, along with him. His body crumpled to the wet pavement.
“Spike, you need to help me fend off this army, save your grief for later. And fight now.” Illeryia’s words finally penetrated his grief clouded brain. Too many people were dyeing. A demon approached him. And Spike attacked with a vengeance. Killing him with a quick blow to his gut, his fist going through the demon’s stomach.
Suddenly the crowd started to part. Spike and Illyeria got ready for the next Big Bad. The army’s screaming, turned to wailing. Spike could start to feel the fear radiating off of them. Wondering what monster could be this bad. He crouched low, Illyeria copying his movements. The space finally got to them, and Spike saw a flash of blond. And caught his breath not believing his eyes.

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Outside Wolfram and Hart- The Last Fight


Spike saw a flash of blond and couldn’t believe his eyes. He moved forward, swinging his sword to his left, killing a demon without a glance. The slayettes started to span out around her. Her little extraordinary army. Fighting the demons, with demands of strength and stamina.
She then turned towards him, and he new that he was an idiot to not have sought out those eyes for the months that he’d been back on earth.
He saw the passion, the strength, and the love…no not love, that was wrong, but he saw those things in those glorious hazel eyes. She broke their gaze then, when a vampire landed a blow to her midsection. Spike was their in a heart beat, forgetting his sword and using his fist, ripping out the vampire heart.
They were inched apart then, heartbeats from each other lips. They moved though, remembering the fight at hand, and faced back to back. Covering each other, and starting that famous dance.
Soon Illyeria was with them, the three of them a group in the center, the slayettes spanned out in an arch battle formation. Killing all those that imposed to break them. Buffy then noticed the dragon for the first time. Trying to make its way into the alley to scoop up fighters, whichever side was handy. Buffy gained Spikes attention (which wasn’t hard, all of his senses were now attuned to her), and pointed. Spike in turn alerted Illyeria, and they made their way to a nearby fire escape. Climbing towards the menacing dragon. They reached the roof, and it wasn’t long till the dragon noticed them.
All that could have been said of the fight though, was that they saw, they fought, and they conquered.
The dragons corpse fell to the tar. The group then made their way to the edge of the roof looking at the fight below. It was going well, only a few choice demons left of the Wolfram and Hart Army.
“Spike I shall commence with rounding up the rest of the demon scum. We shall meet at the appointed meeting place soon.” And with that Illyeria dropped from the 7 story town house to the ground below. Landing on her feet, and in a heart beat, fighting once again.
Spike dared a glance at Buffy. Noticing for the first time the exhaustion coming off her in waves. She made to turn around and walk back to the dragon, but on the way stumbled. Spike not missing a beat, caught her, and held her for and stolen second, till setting her upright.
“You need to rest Slayer,”
“Wha…”
“I can tell, the fatigue, its rolls from your body.”
“Well what can you expect you bloody vampire! You expect me to sleep well after you refused my love during your dying breaths!” Her hand fell to her mouth, trying to cover the sobs that were making their way up her throat.
“Luv, I…”
“NO! You listen for once you stupid bastard! I do love you, and whether you like it or not your stuck with me, till I die or till you turn to dust from my pestering, but your stuck, I can’t bare to live without you anymore you selfish jer….”
And with that Spike cut her off, and kissed her lightly on the mouth. Just a brush against lips, a coming home, but it screamed his love for her, sending tingle to her very toes. She grabbed him then smashing their bodies together, needing to feel his cool body. She ran her hands down and started to make their way up his shirt when she felt heat. She scrambled back, her eyes wide open, tripping in the process.
“Your…your alive, wait how can that be….wha?… bloody hell…”
“What are you talking about Buffy?”
She made her way slowly to him, putting her hands to his face feeling the contours of his cheek bones and eventually making her way down to his neck, feeling the pulse their. She took his hand then, eyes still opened wide in wonder, and brought his fingers to his neck.
His eyes then, in turn flew open.
“BLOODY HELL!” he started to freak out then. Trying to change into vamp gear, wondering what the heck was wrong with him.
Buffy then started to laugh, finally realizing what happened. She was bordering on hysterical, when Spike finally started to calm down enough to notice.
“You stupid bint, what are you on about?”
“You achieved Angel’s Shangshu, Oh dear lord he’s going to skin you alive, Wow.” She stopped laughing when she noticed the look on her dear William’s face then.
“Spike…William what is it?”
“He’s dead Buffy.”
“Oh, oh dear god”
She sat then taking it all in.
“It’s OK love, he died well, you would want to know that I’m sure. Your love dying well.” He crouched next to her then. And she hit him.
“Now what are you on about? I love you, you’re my love, you stupid wanker, its just he was like a brother to me now, a really good friend. I will miss him, but I know you help me through it…right?” He nodded. “Yeah, I know you will, your human, your going to die with me, grow old with me, William were going to have a life. You’re going to be my life.”
“Buffy, love…Cor, I love you, god how did I deserve this” he motioned to his chest then looking back at her, and putting that hand to her face. “And you” He kissed her then, again. And the rain kept coming down around their heads. But they sat their on the roof, next to a dragon corpse and kissed. Their love making them warm and dry.

AN: YEAH TOGETHERNESS OF THEM! Ok so this is not the end. Their will be some spuffy goodness coming up in the spuffy lovin epilogue. That shall be posted relatively soon since I really have to stop neglecting school crap for my love of them. LOVE YOU ALL OF MY 2 REVIEWERS, YET AGAIN YOU ROCK MAJOR BUTT!

AN: To all my great reviewers that say this isn’t long enough-I have decided to write a sequel! YAY!!! It shall be a while coming though because I really have to start concentrating on school. Thanks again reviewers. Now to your epilogues…

Somewhere Far Away and Secluded-

The sunlight streamed through the giants open French doors. You could here the waves kissing the beach, and air smelled of tropical flowers and sea foam.
Buffy lay in bead, peaking open her eyes to look out. And then closed them sighing in relaxation and bliss.
Spike made his way into the room; bleached locks tousled and messed with curls, only a pair on worn blue jeans on his delectable ass.
“Sweet, I know your awake now open your eyes and sit up.”
He was carrying a tray piled up with bacon, pancakes, eggs, toast, and freshly squeezed juice.
“Honey? Oh this is so nice, did you make all this.” Buffy bit into a piece of toast a looked lovingly at her mate.
“Well if I said yes it would be taking all the credit from those boys from room service. But if I say yes do I get quicky before we go to work?”
“You get a quicky anyways,” she said giving him a peck and going back to breakfast. “And what do you mean by work, all the work I want to do is working on my tan”
“Some vampires been snacking on villagers, so I thought while we were inhabiting their Honeymoon sweat we could at least do them a favor.”
Buffy pouted into her juice. But started to get up anyways.
“Fine, but I won’t enjoy it.” And with that she made her way into the shower. Spike’s eyes following her naked form.
“You coming or not?”
And with that Buffy and Spike, the newlyweds, took a very, very, VERY, long shower.