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Chapter 19

His eyes rolling open, Spike felt as if he'd been drugged. Heavily. He sniffed the air around him. Joyce. He was at Joyce's. What the sodding hell had happened to him and why was he here?

"Buffy!" he shouted. "Buffy!"

The door opened and Giles and Joyce came through. They looked worried.
This did not bode well. Spike sat up, his head slightly thudding. "Where's
Buffy?" he demanded. The urgency to see her was overwhelming. He felt . .
. discord. Something happened, he knew it, he just wasn't sure what.

"She's fine, Spike," Joyce said calmly.

He looked at her. "Where. Is. She?"

"She's with Whistler," Giles told him matter of factly. "How do you feel?"

"Whistler you say? What's that old man doing in these parts again?"

"He's come to see Buffy."

"For?"

"We're not sure. They left together. He wanted to see her alone."

That got Spike out of bed. "Let me get this straight. Whistler comes here
and asks to take Buffy –" he pointed to the window – "out there and you
just let her? Do you know all the baddies that are out there that would love
to just take a piece out of my wife?"

"She's in good hands Spike. Whistler will take care of her," Joyce told him
soothingly.

"She's my wife and my mate to take care of!" Spike shouted.

"Don't yell at her," Giles told him angrily. "You're not in any state to help
Buffy right now anyway. The girls been through a lot tonight and the last
thing she needs is you putting your demands on her."

"I don't put – what's happened? Is she all right?" Spike's body was tense,
poised for flight or flight. Or both.

Giles ran a hand through his hair. "You don't remember anything?" he
asked on a sigh.

"Why don't you tell me what I'm supposed to remember?" Spike
demanded.

"God dommit! Just tell me what you remember!" Giles shouted.

Spike sighed heavily and flipped back in his mind. "I was home today when
Buffy went out with Joyce. I was worried about her and I didn't want her to
go. I was doing some work to take my mind off it when she came back. She
uh –" he glanced at Joyce, "she was uh, kissing me."

"So you don't know what really happened," Giles muttered.

"Apparently not because I don't remember coming here."

Joyce and Giles exchanged looks.

"Out of all due respect, I think somebody better start telling me what's
going on before I crawl out of my skin," Spike said in deep, dark voice.

"Giles, you want to take this one? I'll get some blood. You're going to need
it." Joyce scurried out of the room and Giles faced Spike.

"You might want to sit down for this."

Spike sat back on the bed, fear gripping him. "How bad is it?"

"Bad."

"Is Buffy all right?"

"Physically, she's fine. The rest of her . . . I can't say."

"Tell me Rupert. Tell me and get it over with so I can figure out how to
make whatever it is up to my mate."





"The Darkness possessed Tara's body. Why?" Buffy asked, dazed.

"To mess with the Slayer line, throw it off balance and essentially create
hell on Earth. The Slayer line is something that was set at the beginning of
creation, just like you, me and the Darkness. It can't be altered or
changed."


"Obviously, it can be," Buffy pointed out dryly.

"Not the order. Not who is called. The plan was to possess a Slayer and
throw the line off so that the Slayer fought on the side of evil instead of
good, giving free reign to the demons."

"Is that why her Watcher never showed?"

"Right. Having a Watcher would only complicate matters, make it that
much harder to fight with the Council breathing down its neck. Tara needed

to be alone for the Darkness to strike, to make it easier for her to take her
vampire mate and make hell on Earth."

"A vampire mate? Who—Oh God. Tonight. She said . . . Oh god. She said
that Spike was meant for her. Is that true?" The desperation she felt was
apparent in her voice.

Whistler nodded apologetically. "Yes, Buffy. Spike was meant for her. He
was supposed to have been the soulless one mated to the Slayer and
together they were to have ruled."

"What happened?" she asked softly.

"By some twist of fate, he was given the soul instead of the one who was
intended to fight by your side."

"I was meant for another vampire?"

Whistler nodded.

"Who?"

"Does it matter?"

"I guess not. But Spike was given the soul instead? Why was I supposed to
be brought a vampire?"

"To have two creatures suited fully suited for each other. A vampire with a

soul on its way to redemption fighting on the side of good and living in the
dark."

"What happened to the other vampire? Was he ever given his soul?"

"Yes."

She stared at Whistler. "So then . . ."

"When you chose to come to Earth Buffy, it was decided that you would
have a souled vampire to fight with you. It was never decided that you

would have to love and mate with them." He looked at her sheepishly. "I
chose him for you. Out of the two, I knew Spike was better matched for
you. In ALL areas."

"So you played matchmaker."

"Right."

"And my baby?"

Whistler smiled broadly. "A miracle. That was never even thought of."

"And do you happen to know what my baby is?"

"A mix."


"You're saying my baby is mutt?"

Whistler laughed, "Something like that yeah. She—"

"So it IS a girl!"

"But you already knew that didn't you?"

Buffy grinned.

"She's part vampire, part light bringer and part human."

"And where I came from—are they pleased?"

"Yes Buffy. You were one of the favorites. It was a sad day when you left."


"You said something about choosing to leave?"

Whistler nodded. "You volunteered. When rumors got out about what the
Darkness was planning, you volunteered yourself to go."

"How is it that I have no memory of this place I came from?"

"It's easier that way. To remember where you came from and then to
come to Earth . . . it would have been too hard an adjustment. You chose
this way."

"I was rather decisive wasn't I?" Buffy said rhetorically.

Whistler chuckled. "Still are."

"How did the Darkness inhabit Tara's body?"


"At the point of her becoming the Slayer. An essence, residing on the ether containing
the spirit of the Slayer enters the body. The Darkness was able to enter at
the same time the spirit of the Slayer did."

Buffy jumped up. "So that's why Willow said she changed once she became
the Slayer! Why she sought Spike out, why she tried to get everyone
against me . . . "

"Exactly."

"And the smell I kept smelling whenever she was around was part of the
spell she was using to turn them against me. God, they thought I was
psychotic bitch!" Buffy exclaimed.

"Plus part of that was the scent of the Darkness. It was in you to be able to
detect it."

Buffy sat back down. "And here I had no idea what my purpose was
anymore. Turns out I had one all along. Was Tara the definite candidate?"

"We had a rough estimate. . . between now and the next few years."

Buffy narrowed her eyes as Whistlers muttered answer. "Define next few
years."

"Fifty."

"Good thing I'm immortal!"

Whistler grinned. "It's got its perks doesn't it?"

"Is it possible for me to die at all?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"Stake through the heart."

"Like Spike? How is that possible?"

Whistler grinned. "A Light Bringers whole shtick is love Buffy. The energy
and the essence of what you are is in the heart. It's what allowed you to
fight demons and vampires when you didn't have to. You could have chosen
to leave it to the Slayer or ignore it. But you didn't. You fought to protect
the humans you cared for at home. Once your essence is pierced from the
shell its residing in, you depart and return home."

"Thanks for referring to my body as a shell," Buffy told him dryly.

Whistler chuckled.

"How do I fight Tara?"

Whistler grinned devilishly. "I can't have all the answers now can I?"

Buffy narrowed her eyes. "You should! You've been able to tell me all this!"

"The rest is up to you in how you do it. It's why you're here, remember?"

"That's just it. I don't remember." She sighed heavily. "But I'm sure it'll be
fun to figure it out."

"You're not alone."

"No, I am Whistler. No one else can help me."

"They can. Now that you know the truth, you can use their help. They too
were part of the plan."

"Oh God, what is with beings from other planes! Can't they let anything
happen naturally?" Buffy exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air.

"Giles and Willow are part of an elite group of humans that help the heroes
fight the forces of evil."

Buffy looked up at him, "So that's why I was brought to Giles at such an
early age."

Whistler nodded.

"And why Willow came along? However, that doesn't make sense because
she's been helping Tara."

"Before Tara changed she and Willow were lovers. Just as we direct the
hands of fate and destiny from time to time, so does the Darkness. It did
bring Tara and Willow together so that Willow could do its bidding, but you
do need Willow. She is a formidable force on your side."

"I need to get her away from Tara," Buffy sighed heavily and put her face
in her hands. "She probably already got there."

"You'll be able to get her back if she has."

"You have extreme faith in my abilities don't you?"

Whistler grinned. "It's why you're here Buffy."

Buffy stood on a cleansing sigh. "And now I have to go home and see the
other half. I feel like I've lived a year in one night."

"I'll help."

"Took you long enough to get here," she teased him.

"Hey, had a couple missions on the way myself. I rushed when I heard
things were spiraling out of control."

"Better late than never I guess."

"How do you think Spike will handle all this?"

"I honestly don't know."





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