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Chapter Eight

“Bloody hell!”

I poke the mirror and the reflection pokes back. Damn! I’m a good looking bloke but this is downright perplexing! I put on my fangs to make sure I still got ‘em. Check. Still fanged and dangerous. I wonder if there’ve been any other developments. I look toward the open window. I’m lucky I woke up when I did. The sun would have reached the bed in an hour or two and I’d be one crispy critter. That is, if I’m still flammable.

Nothing for it then, I‘m just gonna have to run a little test. I edge along the wall toward the window and stick my hand into the sunlight. Hurts like the dickens but not as bad as I’d expect. I remember a time right after I was turned where Angelus and I had us a little pissing contest with a ray of sunlight. What I feel now isn’t nearly as painful as it was then, but it’s not comfortable by a long shot. I pull my hand out long after it should have started to smolder.

Okay. Chances are I’m still a vampire; just one with a few modifications. Improvements, really as I can’t say I hate having a reflection. To be honest, even after all this time, it’s was little disconcerting to pass a mirror and not see myself.

It’s time to regroup. What do I remember? Name’s Spike. I’m a vampire, or at least close to. I’m in Sunnydale in the Slayer’s bedroom and I smell like I’ve spent the last couple of days in a brothel. If it weren’t so completely daft I’d think I’d had sex with the Slayer herself.

Wait a mo’. I look at the scrap of silk that’s caught between my toes and reach down to snag it. Panties. Slayer panties.

My legs collapse beneath me and I plunk down on the floor when it actually sinks in that I’ve had sex with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Suddenly I’m hard as a rock and I can’t help but giggle uncontrollably. I’ve actually bagged my third slayer, so to speak, and I can’t remember a damned thing about it. Irony is a bitch.

A sound in the hallway has me scrambling for clothing. A ragged pair of knit trousers lay on the floor near the panties and I manage to struggle into them before the bedroom door opens.

“Spike? Are you in here?”

It’s Momma Slayer and she knows I’m in the house. I can tell by the obvious fact that she’s got a cuppa blood in her hand. It’s cow, which I have to say I prefer to pig any day of the week. Wait. When’s the last time I had animal blood? I can’t remember any significant dietary changes in the past few months, but it seems natural to me. In fact, the idea of drinking Momma Slayer instead of the cup she’s got in her hands is kinda makin’ me sick to my stomach.

“Spike? Are you okay?”

She’s leaning over me like she’s concerned for me. What the bloody hell is going on here?!?!?!

“Ummmm. . .yeah. I’m fine. I think. You’re the Slayer. . .ummm. . .Buffy’s mom?”

“Yes, we met the other night when you helped Buffy with that Alpaca statue. You can call me Joyce. Are you hungry? I brought you some blood.”

I take the cup from her in a daze. Acathla was only the other night? It feels like it was a lifetime ago; although I can’t remember what’s happened in the intervening time to make it seem so long ago.

“What happened to me?”

A look of sympathy creeps across the lady’s face. “I’m not sure, Spike. Buffy said that you were sucked into some kind of hell dimension but then you showed up on my back porch last night looking like a French fry. You were pretty out of it. I think you were in shock, but we were afraid to take you to a hospital since. . .well, you know.” she actually blushes when she refers to my undead status. It’s been a long time since I’ve spoken to someone so sweet. That I can remember, that is.

Wait! Evil, undead vampire here! Where are the warm fuzzies coming from? I should be eating Joyce, not discussing current events with her over a cuppa!

Suddenly I’m sick to my stomach again. I really don’t like the idea of eating her.

Why?!?!?!?!

~~~~~

“Buffy, just to be clear, you’re sure Spike was wearing this chain when he rematerialized?” Uh oh, Giles has his agitated ‘end of the world’ face on.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, it appears the etching on the back of the stone’s setting is reminiscent of an ancient cuneiform symbol that is alleged to be the original Mark of Cain.”

“Who’s Mark Kane and why does he cause your ‘I’m not happy’ face?”

Sigh, “Buffy, we really need to work on your Biblical history. The Mark of Cain was a brand placed on the eldest son of Adam after he committed the first evil act in the world by killing his brother, Abel, in a fit of jealousy. If I’m correct this pendant is a ward protecting its wearer against that first evil.”

“Huh. I didn’t even know Spike had a brother. Imagine how old he would be.”

“I’m not so sure that it means Spike has a brother so much as that he’s been in contact, and survived some kind of altercation with the manifestation of that first act of evil.”

“Could this altercation involve him burning to a crisp?”

“Quite possibly, why do you ask?”

“No reason, just part of one of my dreams. Also, it may be significant to mention that the same symbol was burned into Spike’s chest and even though most of his scars have faded that one is still pretty visible. Does this mean there’s gonna be another apocalypse? We just finished dealing with the last one!”

“Well I certainly hope not, but there’s no telling. I need to look into the demonic versions of the Book of Genesis before I can tell you anything significant.”

“There are demonic versions of the Bible? Why?!?!”

“Well, certain ancient sources imply that all creatures that inhabited Earth before Noah’s Flood were actually demons and that demon kind lost the protection of God, or The Powers That Be, by their wanton lust for destruction. Some say that the Flood is a metaphor for the Powers’ decision to banish the original demons to another state of consciousness. If this is true then all Bibles actually refer to demonkind in the chapters that predate the Flood.”

“Huh.” Why am I not surprised anymore?

Suddenly Giles’ front door crashes against the wall and a handful of evil creatures wearing brown robes swarm into the room heading straight for Giles. I grab the closest weapon, a table lamp, and jump between the evil monks and Giles. Unfortunately, the lamp isn’t as sturdy as it looks and it smashes to pieces after my first swing. I feel a sharp pain in my temple and blackness swims across my vision. At least I took one of them out with me.

tbc





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