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Part 3: Reunion

 
Chapter 24

Spike knew he should stay. He should savor every moment with Buffy, even if she were sleeping. Just seeing her breath and hearing her heartbeat seemed sacred. But instead of staying to watch his fallen angel, he grabbed his duster, preparing to go for a walk. He gave Buffy a kiss on the forehead and headed out into the hall.

He was met with the sound of a gunshot from the television, which was accompanied by a woman’s scream. He came closer to see Dawn engrossed in some action movie. Her hand dug into a big bowl of buttery popcorn.

The teen tore her eyes away from the TV. “Hey, “ she greeted.

“I’m gonna go out for a few,” he informed.

“Oh, sure you don’t wanna stay and see this? It’s got Hank Tankins in it. Apparently he is the new Brad Pitt of today.”

He shook his head. “Sorry, bit. My head’s too muddy to even be able to pay attention.”

“That’s all right.” She pressed mute on the remote. “How’s Buffy?”

“Sleeping. She’s mentally exhausted.”

“She has a right to be.”

He nodded his head. “So, I’ll push off then. If I’m not back before this is over you be sure to turn in right after.”

“Sure, sure,” she said just to humor him.

He went over to their weapons chest and grabbed a stake, and then exited the apartment. He passed the elevator and went down the stairs instead. The air was chilly outside, but the temperature had no effect on him. He fished in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Walking down the side of the street, he lit one and put it in his mouth. He inhaled the nicotine, taking it fully into his dead lungs.

He closed his eyes for a couple seconds, his heart throbbing. He was in conflict. He knew what he would eventually have to do, but he wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to go through with it. He had been without Buffy before. Giving her up willingly was too much to comprehend.

Suddenly, Spike dropped his cigarette. In front of him stood something he very much had hoped never to see again in his life. He fingered the stake in his coat pocket, wishing he had brought a battle axe in its place.

“Just the vampire I’ve been looking for,” Glory told him. She was wearing a tight blue dress and high heels to match. She licked her bright red lips.

Spike made himself laugh. He put a hand over his heart. “I’m touched. I didn’t know our night together meant so much to you. But I’m sorry, baby, I’m seeing someone else now.”

Glory stepped closer. “Funny. You know, you’ve got a good sense of humor.”

“Gee, thanks, bitch. And if you’re thinking of taking me in for another date you might get to hear some more of my snide remarks as you’re cutting me open. Before the slayer comes and kicks your ass again that is.”

“Oh, I have plans for you. Cutting you open isn’t one of them, unfortunately. But I think what I have in store will be even more fun.”

Spike prepared himself to fight. “Right then, let’s get to it.”

He didn’t do that bad, considering he was battling a god. He managed to cause her nose to bleed, which got her really pissed off. Too pissed off actually. She took him and threw him in a brick wall, which knocked him out.

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It was the first time in years that Buffy woke up to an empty bed. She reached out to feel nothing but cold sheets. She raised her head and frowned. Spike wasn’t there.

Ok, maybe he is fixing me breakfast in bed, she thought.

She got up and put on her terrycloth robe. She ran a hand through her disheveled locks and traveled out of the bedroom. She found Dawn on the couch. The girl had fallen asleep in her clothes, a bowl of a few popcorn kernels on the coffee table, and with the TV still on. Buffy shook her head and turned off the set. Then she gently shook her sister.

“Dawn, wake up,” Buffy commanded.

Dawn moaned, opening her eyes and squinting. “Huh?”

“Where’s Spike?” the slayer asked.

The key groggily sat up. “He’s not here?”

“No, I can’t find him anywhere. And we own a very small apartment so I doubt I missed him.”

“He went out last night. He took a stake so he was probably going to patrol.”

Buffy stepped over to the window. She drew back the curtains to let in streaming sunlight. The realization made her stomach twist.

“He didn’t come home,” she whispered.

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Willow stared out the window to watch the landmarks go by. She saw a building with a sign that said The Light.

“They changed the name to the Bronze,” she stated with dismay.

Tara looked over from the drivers seat. “Things change, Willow.”

“I know,” Willow said, softly. “Even friends.”

Tara gave her a sad smile. “I’m sorry about Xander.”

“I don’t get it. It’s Xander. He was always there for Buffy and me. How can he turn his back of us now?”

The blond witch took a hand off the stirring wheel and patted Willow’s knee. “Memories don’t automatically change him into the Xander he was before. That is a conscious choice he has to make for himself.”

“That’s probably the truth. But I miss my best friend. It hurts that I can’t have him back.”

“I know, but we can’t force him.”

There was a long silence.

“Do you have any idea where to find Buffy?” Tara asked.

“No, not really. All I know is she is somewhere in Sunnydale,” Willow replied.

“Ok, we’ll find her. This isn’t a big town so it can‘t be that hard.”

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Buffy paced the Magic Box. She was delaying the grand opening of the store. She was in no condition to conduct business. All she could do was worry about Spike. Horrible thoughts kept popping in her head. Most of them ended in a dusty boyfriend.

“I can’t stand this!” Buffy declared.

“I’m sure he’s okay, Buffy. He probably ducked in somewhere to hide away until dusk,” Dawn said, trying to reassure her.

“Or he was too wounded to be able to.” Buffy came over and collapsed in a chair. She leaned over and put her face in her hands.

“Don’t be so negative, Buffy,” Cordelia told her.

Buffy raised her head, pain on her expression. “Sure, you’d be real optimistic if Angel didn’t show up before Mr. Sunshine came to visit.”

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I was just trying to . . . I don’t know. I do understand, though. And I’m totally volunteering to help search.”

At that moment Angel came bursting in through the cellar. He met Buffy’s eyes. She knew instantly that he hadn’t made any progress in the sewers.

“Well, we eliminated one possible location,” she said with a sigh.

“There are still plenty of place he could be, Buffy,” Angel told her.

“I wish someone here could do a location spell,” Buffy muttered.

The bell on the shop door rang. All heads went toward the sound. The sign outside said ‘closed’ so there weren’t supposed to be any customers. A gasp came from Buffy. She jumped up from the chair.

“Willow!” she exclaimed.

The red head and blond ran toward each other and embraced. Behind them Tara came in, standing aside. She looked to be uncomfortable.

When the two friends pulled away, Buffy turned her head to see Tara. She smiled. To the witch’s surprise the slayer came over and hugged her as well.

“I’m so happy to see you both,” she cried.

“We couldn’t stay away, Buffy. You sounded like there was a problem when we were linked,” Willow explained.

The excitement vanished from Buffy’s face. “Glory is back.”

“How?” Willow managed to get out.

“We don’t know,” Dawn said, coming up.

“Dawnie.” Willow hugged the teen.
“Good to see you, Willow,” Dawn said.

Buffy looked around. “Where’s Xander? Did he not come?”

“He isn’t ready to accept all this yet, Buffy,” Tara informed.

Disappointment clouded Buffy’s eyes. “Oh.” She felt as if she might cry. She really needed all the friends she could get at the moment.

“We are here, though, Buffy. And we want to help you in any way possible,” Tara went on.

Struggling not to burst into tears, Buffy said,” There is something you could do. A location spell.”

 
 
England, Council Headquarters

Trevor Weaver stood at the head of a table. He addressed about a dozen conservative men and women. He straightened his tie and cleared his throat. He collected himself, preparing for the news he was about to give.

“The prophecy has come to play. We need to take action immediately. I have selected a well trusted team to journey to Sunnydale,” he announced.

A hand went up from a woman. She wore her hair up in a bun and glasses covered her eyes.

“Yes, Ms. Kensington?”

“Sir, are you sure you picked a team that can be relied upon? There have been rumors that there have been a few . . . renegades, if you will.”

Weaver smiled. “You must be referring to Mr. Gyver. Yes, he did try to start a rebellion against us. But I assure you it has been dealt with.”

“Are you sure that there are not any more rebels among us?”

“Most of our watchers are not even informed enough to have any reason to act against us. And if there does develop a revolt. . . They will be disposed of the same way as Mr. Gyver. Does that answer your question Ms. Kensington?”

The woman nodded her head, satisfied.

 
 
On the streets of England, Right outside the Council Headquarters (after the meeting)

Karen Kensington punched a few buttons on her cell phone. Then she put it up to her ear.

“Gregory?” She paused, listening to the person on the other end. “You were right, Weaver doesn’t suspect a thing.”

An explosion was heard behind her. She turned to see the building she had just exited be disintegrated. A grin came to her lips. She spoke again into the phone.

“It was a success. All we have left to worry about is the team headed for the hell mouth.”

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Spike awoke to feel cold metal around his wrists. He struggled against the shackles. “So it’s back to chains, is it?”

Glory turned around. She came over. An object was in her hand. She held it up in front of him. “Do you know what this is?”

He studied the thing. It was a cross, but had a loop on the top. Strange markings were engraved on the surface.

“Never seen it,” he stated.
“Ever heard of the ankh of Gaia?”

Spike’s eyes widened. He froze. “Are you serious? Is that what that thing is?”

She stroked the ankh. “Didn’t think it really existed did you, sweet cheeks?”

“It is thought to only be a legend,” he informed.

“Yes, well, here it is.” She waved the ankh in front of his face.

He gulped. This wasn’t looking up for him.

“So, I take it you know what this is for?” she inquired.

“Yeah.” He wished he didn’t.

She grinned. “Good.”

“Why don’t you just kill me?”

Her hand came up and stroked a chiseled cheekbone. “That would take the fun out of it, now wouldn’t it?”

Oh great. Why did females always have to be about fun? Dru was always wanting ‘parties’ too.

“You see, I was raised from the dead by someone on this planet,” Glory said. “They seemed to overlook raising my army as well.” Her eyes pierced his. “I think you could be useful to me.”

Spike’s gaze fell on the ankh again. “You know, that thing probably won’t work. I’m already evil.”

She made a clucking sound. “Come now, we both know that is a lie. You love the slayer as if she were your entire unlife. I doubt that would be possible if you were entirely heartless.” She sniffed at him. “Besides, you reek of humanity.”

He chuckled. “You know, I’ve been told that one before.”
She was done playing games. Glory took the ankh and place it over his bare chest, right where his heart lay. He began to shake, and he hollered out in pain.

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Ok, if you saw season 7 you can see where I got my ideas. Please try not to spoil in reviews in case someone hasn’t seen the current episodes.

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