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Series Summary: Spike has settled into Sunnydale and has found a place for himself with Xander. Only problem is the Anointed One has unknowingly created a major road block for them.
Chapter Summary: Buffy's old friend comes to visit and Angel is back in town.
Notes: I'd like to thank kimalis for helping me out with Spike's slang and bringing detail to me jumbled mind. Then I'd like to thank Buffyworld for episode guides.
Word Count: 6,009
Drusilla was walking though the park. The moon talked to her about her William. She did so terribly miss him. She told the moon that her naughty kitten had taken her William to the slayer’s side. It told her back that all she needed was to turn her kitten and her William would follow. She giggled delightedly as she spun around in the empty playground. Strong arm caught her and she smiled at the vampire they belonged to.
“Do you remember my William, Daddy? Do you remember his screams?” She laughed. “Remember when he would misbehave? When he’d care and you’d have to punish him.”
Angel almost smiled, “I do remember that.”
“Daddy always knew how to punish naughty William.”
“Look, Drusilla. Get out of here. Take Spike and go. All this is too much for you.”
“Playing. Everyone is playing, but not with me. Games are like spiders. They tangle you up and you get caught.” The moon spoke to her. “Nothing good will come from these games. Yours or Spike’s.”
“This isn’t like a tea party, Drusilla. If you don’t leave everything will go badly. It will go badly for all of us.” His grip tightened on her.
She laughed, “Daddy, you’re hurting me! My dear boy is gone. Missed the hurt.”
“Spike doesn’t love me enough to hurt me. William, he’s gone. Took his sparkle and hid. Hid with the slayer. Everyone plays with her, no one plays with me.”
He let go of her, “This has to end. There are other games elsewhere. You can play there.”
“Oh, no. I like this game,” she kissed his forehead. “We were here first, but give me my dark kitten and you can play as long as you like. The moon tells me if I have him I will have my William.”
She pranced off and twirled. Her daddy was back.
Giles looked over William, he really looked. William glared at him from across the library, that look was bothering him.
“What are you reading?” William asked him.
“Just more on Spike or well, William the Bloody.”
“What about William the Bloody?”
“Oh, just that he was from 19th century England. Not much is known about him before his turning. There is a picture of him before he became known as Spike that I have just well, recently reviewed.”
William grinned as he realized the connection Giles was just making, “William the Bloody, know how he got that name?”
“It says here through extensive torture and violence and-”
Giles trembled as William approached, “He was a bloody awful poet and his readers always said that they would rather be tortured with railroad spikes than listen to another awful line.”
William slammed his hands down on the on the table where Giles was sitting, making him jump. William grinned as he watched the librarian fidget trying to work out how William the Bloody was standing before him.
“But I’ve seen you and Spike together, there is no way you two can be the same vampire.”
“We are. Well, we were. We were magicked and before I knew it, I was out here.”
“Extraordinary! I need to cancel my date with Jenny. You will hold on a moment, will you? I want to hear all about this. It needs to be recorded and documented. This really explains so much. You fascination with Xander and you knowing the slayer is at this school.”
“I did not agree to play twenty questions with the watcher! I have to meet Cordy.”
“What about Xander?”
William rolled his eyes, “Complicated mess. Cordy is convinced that the more time I spend with her, the more I make her boyfriend and Xander jealous. I do not know if this is a proven fact, but I cannot let her generosity go unaccounted for.”
“You’re broke and she’s paying,” Giles said while cleaning his glasses.
William shrugged,”It has been a slow week.”
Xander glowered as he watched Cordelia talking with William. His grip tightened on the pool cue and he felt like smacking her away from him.
“Um, Xander, it’s your turn,” Jesse said.
Xander blinked and looked at him, “It is?”
“Yes.” Jesse followed his eye line. “Why don’t you just go do what I know you’re aching to do, Mr. I-don’t-like-him-like-that?”
“He kissed me,” Xander said lining up his shot.
“And you liked it.”
Xander missed the shot and almost tore the fabric of the table, “Well, maybe. It wasn’t like kissing Spike. It was… different.”
“Maybe you should give up on Spike,” Jesse said lining up his shot and knocking the ball into one of the corner pockets. “I’ve pretty much given up on Cordelia.”
“So you’re saying give up and go for William.”
“I’m saying stop beating yourself up over one person and move on.”
“He’s not a person, he’s a vampire.”
“Now you’re just being a smartass.”
Willow walked up with their drinks and set them down on a table near them. Buffy was following with her own drink and a boy they’d never seen before. Xander looked at him then at Jesse who seemed tense. The boy seemed friendly enough, but there was something Xander couldn’t place.
“This is Billy Fordham, Ford for short,” Buffy said introducing them. “We used to go to school together. He’s going to be completing the rest of his senior year here. Ford, this is Xander and Jesse.”
Xander held out his hand and Ford shook it. He was still getting the ‘don’t trust’ vibe from him, but he was Buffy’s friend from school so he let it pass.
“Ever play pool before?” Xander asked him.
“Yeah, want me to show you how it’s done?”
Xander tossed him his pool cue, “Jesse will show you. He’s the best.”
Jesse chuckled, “Your faith in me is misguided.”
“Look!” Buffy said. “There’s Angel!”
Everyone looked as Angel was steadily approaching them. He was intercepted by William who seemed to be angry with him. Angel pushed past him, but William caught his shoulder with a menacing look. Cordelia was soon on the scene prying William off Angel and looking very apologetic.
“Hey,” Angel said finally getting around William and to their pool table.
“Hi,” Buffy said. “What was all that about?”
“Oh, he was just threatening me to get out of town. Spike never did like me.”
“That’s not Spike,” Willow said. “That’s William. He’s a friend of Spike’s.”
“Oh, just a friend?”
Xander glared, “Is there any reason you’re hanging around here?”
“I just rolled back into town and thought I’d say hi. Is that a crime now?”
“No, but when you’ve been gone for months and just happen to show up, one tends to get suspicious.”
Buffy laughed nervously, “Hey, Ford. Don’t you think it’s getting a bit crowded here? I think it’s a bit crowded here. Let’s go for a walk.”
She tugged Ford away and out the door before he or anyone else could answer. Xander continued to tensely glare at Angel until he also went away.
“Why don’t you trust him?” Willow asked Xander.
Xander picked up the pool cue Ford had left behind and didn’t answer.
“If Xander doesn’t trust him, I don’t either. It’s not like Xander is all ‘I hate vampires, if it’s a vampire, let’s kill it’.” Jesse said.
“I’ll tell you once I get it all worked out in my mind. Rack them up for me?”
William was working out with the punching bag when Xander came downstairs.
“Shocking,” William said mid-punch.
William grabbed the bag and held it still, “I thought you were avoiding me.”
“I am, well, I was. I just need to talk to you.”
“Is this about Angel?”
“You sense something too?”
“Yeah, there is just something off about him and I cannot put my finger on it.”
“I was there when he lost his soul.” William raised an eyebrow. “Not now, I mean, before. The first time he lost it. When you made him lose it. I was tied to the bed next to him.”
“Ah, these are the Halloween memories. Magick always impressed me. It could be simple then very complex at exactly the same time.”
“You’re avoiding this.”
“I do not like to think about Spike’s memories.”
“I am human for the most part. This body might be vampyric in nature, but I am a human soul.”
“Spike is still you though! Just because-”
“You understand this once and for all, Xander. You have not gotten the full vampire experience. You have been possessed by the vampire essence but you have not truly felt it. You die, you die then you are replaced by a monster! You do not exist anymore. You are floating in emptiness until the day that horrible creature drags you to Hell. There is no redemption; there is no Heaven for a soul cursed by a vampire. So do not fool yourself in your romanticized version of what you think turning would be.”
“You think you know everything! Well, you don’t! You don’t know what I want and you get on your moral high horse and dictate what I can and cannot do! Well, fuck off!”
“No! No, you f-fu… You go fuck off!”
Xander pretended to gasp, “Little William swore! I’m telling!”
“You think you are so clever, did you finally come talk to me just to yell at me?”
“No, I came to tell you that kiss meant nothing to me and I hated it!” Xander began storming towards the basement back entrance. “Kiss me again and I’ll puke on your shoes!”
Xander slammed the door behind him and walked forward. He bumped into a body and was knocked back. Buffy’s friend Ford was standing in front of him.
“Um, hi,” Xander said a bit confused.
“Hey,” Ford said trying to sound friendly.
“What are you doing at my house?”
“Buffy said a vampire used to live in your basement and I wanted to see.”
Xander stiffened defensively, “There’s no vampire living in my basement now though. Did she give you my address?”
“Nah, I followed you. Can I take a peek?”
Xander frowned, “You certainly cannot!”
“Don’t be like that, come on. Is there any of his stuff left?”
“Why would there be any of his things left?”
“Xander?” a voice called from inside. “What are you doing outside my doorstep?”
“Who’s that?” Ford said.
“My, um, cousin. He’s staying over from England and he is not a vampire. So no point in seeing him.”
“England sounds cool. Can I go in and see him?”
“How about we hang. You know, any friend of Buffy is a friend of mine. We could go back to the Bronze.”
Ford grinned with delight, “Nah, I know a better place. You’ll love it and you’ll fit right in. Especially once they find out you’ve met a real life vampire.”
“Um, yeah alright.”
Xander really didn’t want to go, but he didn’t trust Ford enough to let him into William’s flat. He might have been mad at him, but Ford spelled trouble and the last thing he wanted was trouble for William.
Ford knocked on the steel door and the slot opened. Two eyes stared sharply at Xander.
“He’s with me,” Ford said.
The metal door swung open and closed sharply behind them. Xander followed Ford inside and shivered at the gothic nature of the club. It was dark and dank, complete with a coffin in one of the back corners.
Xander pointed at it as he followed Ford down the stairs, “It’s a common misconception that vampires sleep in coffins.”
Ford laughed, “See this is why we need you. You can give us the scoop on vampires and what they’re really like.”
“Well, they’re like us, except evil.”
“Vampires aren’t evil,” a blonde girl said approaching Xander. “THAT is a common misconception.”
“I’ve actually met vampires and most will kill you where you stand.”
“And what do you know about vampires?”
“Chantarelle, back off,” Ford said. “Xander here had a real vampire living in his basement.”
“Oh, did you?” ask a nerdy geek in a sparkle cape. ”You must not have treated him very nicely if he threatened to kill you where you stood. And he didn’t kill you which proves-”
“Marvin, Xander is out guest. Let’s not harass him.”
“It’s Diego now and he doesn’t seem like a true believer to me.”
“True believer?” Xander asked.
“Yes, one who believes in the Lonely Ones,” Chantarelle said.
“Oh, they aren’t lonely; they have all kinds of nests and families. Vamps are all about family.”
“Do you know where we can find any of these vampire nests?” Ford asked Xander.
“Why should I tell you? I’m going to tell Buffy and she’s going to so vote you out of the club.”
“Tell her what? That I hang out in a gothic club? That isn’t exactly a crime.”
“No, but I doubt she’d trust you if she knew you were sniffing around for vampires.”
“Well, what if I wanted to help her out with her slaying?”
“You know she’s a slayer?”
“It wasn’t exactly that hard to figure out once I knew what to look for.”
“I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’ll find out.”
“The door is that way, Xander. I hope you know how to use it.”
William noticed Xander walk into the Bronze, after their fight and the talking on his doorstep, he really needed a drink to level himself out. Xander did not seem to be in a better mood than when he had left William’s flat. Xander stalked over and sat down next to William.
“I’m sorry and you were right, can I have a sip of your beer?”
“You will have to grovel better than to have a sip of my beer. What happened? You seem worse off.”
“I ran into Ford.”
“Buffy’s friend and a vamp lover. He and his groupies have the wrong idea about vampires. You were right and I didn’t come down before to say I hated the kiss. I still have all these memories about when I was a vampire and I need to talk.”
William looked around and slid his beer towards Xander, “If you remember what I remember you will need a few of these.”
Xander took the beer and sipped it, “You didn’t push the other Xander like you said Angelus pushed you, if that’s any consolation.”
“What do you remember up to?”
“Spike coming to get me in London, then us rescuing Drusilla, then coming here to make her stronger, she was really damaged in Prague. They wanted to make an example of her.”
William felt a pang as he remembered his old lover, “Well, she draws a lot of her power from mystical forces. She would not heal like any normal vampire if she was extensively damaged. No, the only real way to heal her would be in the book of Du Lac. It is in the library, I believe.”
“If you know that, wouldn’t Spike know that too?”
“He would not remember, I am the one who remembers everything. He does not plan well.” William laughed. “He probably does not even remember the debt the Order of Taraka owes us when we helped with that one bounty. He really is lost without me.”
“I am,” said a voice on the edge of his hearing range. “Thanks for the tip, William.”
William turned to see Spike’s retreating figure through the doorway.
The next day, William casually made his way from book stack to book stack trying to find signs of the book he had mentioned. Giles watched him carefully trying to decipher William’s motives.
“Are there any books missing?” William asked.
“Any books missing?”
William nodded, “Any important demon books.”
Buffy entered along with a boy. William and Giles didn’t recognize him, but he seemed close to Buffy. William wondered if this was Ford that Xander had mentioned the night before.
“Hey! That’s Giles, he’s the librarian. This is William; he’s the vampire I was telling you about.”
“Buffy!” Giles said shocked. “You should not be divulging secrets!”
“It’s okay. Ford’s cool.”
“So on average,” Ford said approaching William. “How many humans do you kill a day?”
“Vampires eat people, how many people do you kill a day?”
“I do not kill. That is barbaric. My food comes from bags and whatever Mrs. Harris decides to make that evening.”
“So do you at least drink human blood?”
“You’re a bit of a boring vampire.”
William vamped out, “Do not forget who you are talking to, boy.”
Giles put hand on William’s shoulder, “Can we play ‘twenty questions’ now? There are a few things I would like to ask you.”
William shook it off, “Yeah, sure.”
“Well,” Buffy said. “We’re going to go patrolling. I hope you have fun with your interview with a vampire.”
“Thank you,” William said to Jesse and Willow.
“When we saw Giles with the watcher journals out, what else could we do but save you from a complete Anne Rice experience,” Jesse said.
“Shush, we have to focus. There are no records of Billy Fordham except at this address. So, you know, be cool and don’t-”
“Act like out normal selves,” Jesse said interrupting Willow.
They reached the metal door at the back alley. William knocked and the view port slide open. The man looked at them and waited.
“We’re friends of Ford,” Jesse said.
“More friends of Ford,” the door man muttered as he opened the door. “Doesn’t that boy have any standards?”
“More friends of Ford?” The question slipped out before Jesse could stop himself.
“Yeah, there was this kid, around your height, and he had a weird name. He left in a rush, I think he got into a fight with Ford or something because Ford said not to let him back in.”
“Oh, we are not friends with him,” William said to the man taking a guess he was talking about Xander.
The man seemed convinced and allowed them passage into the club. William looked around the club and was startled by what he saw. He felt anger burning in him.
“Wow, this is gothic,” Willow said making her way down the stairs.
“Vampires do not dress like this nor would they be caught living in a place like this. It is very much unseen. It is quite appalling.”
“Bring that boil to a simmer, Will. They don’t know any better, “Jesse said.
“Vampires are evil, soulless creatures. They kill without prejudice and leave destruction in their wake. The world would be better without vampires, especially vampires like-”
“Hello,” said a blonde girl walking up to them. “You must be newbies.”
“Oh, no. I am quite skilled in the ways of vampirism. Thank you, you can be on your way now.”
The girl laughed, “It’s okay. You don’t have to be ashamed. It’s cool you’re open to it. We welcome anyone with interests in the Lonely Ones.”
“Lonely Ones? You have no idea what you are talking about. Vampires are vile beasts yet you talk about them as if they mistreated youths.”
Anger flashed in the blonde woman’s eyes, “They are exalted! They have no interest in harming humans. They aren’t vile beasts, take your misconceptions else where.”
“They are scum. Lower than scum,” William’s eyes grew yellow. “If you happened across a recently fed vampire, it would not simply pass you. It would snap your neck from the pure joy of it.”
Willow grabbed a hold of William’s arm. He looked at her and she shook her head.
“You should not stereotype vampires with just violent horror movie tendencies. You should respect other’s viewpoints.”
She turned and walked away.
“Yeah! Well Anne Rice is a stupid bint who would not know a vampire if it bit on her pompous, golden-”
“William!” Willow gasped.
William toed the ground sheepishly, “It is all that woman’s fault that people have such a romanticized view of vampires. ‘Lonely Ones’ is such a load of rubbish.”
“Now no one is going to talk to us,” Jesse sighed.
“We are not going to get anything from these people,” William said with as much venom in his voice as possible. “They are just lonely children making vampires out to be just as pathetic and lonely as they are.”
“That’s harsh, William,” Willow said. “Is it so bad? The role playing, I hear it helps.”
“Yes, first it is role playing, but then they want to know, so they go seek out actual vampires. Then they want to be turned and- Wait a tick. We have to warn, Buffy.”
“Ford wouldn’t. I mean, maybe he’s into the role playing vampire thing, but he wouldn’t really want to become one, would he?”
“Well, come on,” Jesse said. “What vampire in their right mind would turn a wannabe like Ford? They would have to be completely out of their mind.”
Drusilla hummed and danced around the bedroom while Spike tried to look around her so he could catch Passions on the small telly. He let out a growl as she stopped in front of him.
“Spike, you will never guess what the moon told me.”
“It’s going to rain tomorrow. Can I please watch my stories? Only soddin’ joy I have left in this world.”
“It told me that Daddy was going to make me better.”
“Daddy’s in town, is he? Brilliant. More than brilliant. Let’s invite him over for tea and biscuits.”
“I saw him.”
“Hoped you had a lovely little chat. Can you move now?”
“We talked about William and my dark kitten. Then Angelus said he might come over for a tea party.”
“It’s Angel now, love.”
She giggled, “Oh what horrible things we used to do to William. We’d cut him open and inspect his insides. I always loved William’s insides.”
Spike growled at the memory, “That hurt! Wasn’t fun at all!”
“This is so cool!” came a voice from upstairs.
“A lost little bird has flown into out nest,” Drusilla said. “It’s flawed and doesn’t sparkle. Send it away, Spike.”
Spike sighed and got up. He turned the channel to something he thought Dru might enjoy more, then made his way up the stairs to go deal with whatever had crawled into their nest. He sighed as he saw a human boy standing in his lair.
“Do the restaurants deliver now? Because unless you’re here to be eaten, I suggest you leave.”
“This has got to be the best vampire lair ever, I mean seriously. Look at it.”
“I look at it everyday, I live here. Now can you tell me what you’re doing here?”
“I’m looking for you. I’m looking for William the Bloody.”
“Sorry, not here. Did you try looking in basements? I heard he’s hiding in one.”
“So you’re not William the Bloody AKA Spike?”
“I’m the Spike part of William the Bloody. Think of William as my annoying twin brother.”
“William! So, the William that’s hanging around Buffy is your twin!” The boy laughed. “Now isn’t that something. Here I was thinking he was a plain William, but he was the vampire I was looking for all along.”
“Right funny joke. How did you find this place? Did William tell you?”
The boy shook his head as one of Spike’s minions came in carrying a book. She gave the boy a glance of recognition and the boy tried to ignore. Spike might not have been as smart as William, but he knew enough to guess this minion had told the boy the location of their lair. He took the book from the minion and skimmed through it. It was in Latin or it at least looked like Latin. He didn’t know Latin, William was the one who knew Latin.
“Are you even going to ask why I’m here? Or at least threaten me?”
“You look so pathetic and scrawny; I’m not even going to bother snapping your neck.”
“I knew I was right about vampires. You mainly don’t hurt humans.”
“I said I wasn’t. Didn’t mean I wouldn’t allow my minions to do it.”
“Wait, I want to be like you!”
“Touching, but I really think I rather have your neck snapped.”
“If you turn me, I’ll give you the slayer.”
“You give me the slayer and I’ll turn you.”
“Deal, now I have a plan.”
Xander tapped mindlessly on Buffy’s table. They were supposed to be at the Bronze with Willow and Jesse, but she had instead called him over and was now playing with a photograph in her hands.
“I took this from Giles,” she pushed the photograph towards Xander. “Her name is Drusilla. She was talking to Angel a couple of nights ago. I thought since you had those memories from Halloween you could help me.”
“Angelus did a real number on her. I heard the story from Spike a hundred times. He never forgave Angelus for what he did to her. It was one of Angelus’ favorite forms of torture for Spike. He’d tie him up and make him watch them together while he told him every nasty detail.”
“What did he do?”
“The clean version?” Buffy nodded and felt queasy. “She had foresight and it drew him to her. Darla said he was obsessed with her. He drove her insane. He violated her and did very unspeakable things to her. Then he made her watch as he killed everyone she ever loved. Spike always got quiet at that part. Then Spike would skip ahead and tell me about how she went to join a convent, then Angelus was so proud of what he did next. On the day she took her vows, he made her a demon.”
Buffy looked pale, “Well, if that was the clean version, I’d hate to hear what the R rated version was.”
“Since I gave you what you wanted, can you listen to something I have to say?”
“Sure, Xander. Anything, you don’t know how grateful I am that you told me.”
“Don’t trust, Ford. He isn’t who he says he is. He’s hiding something and hanging out at this weird club obsessed with vampires. There is something up and I get the feeling he will use you. Whatever happens, make sure me, Jesse, or Willow is with you when he’s around.”
Buffy nodded, “Alright, thank you. You’re a good friend.”
Xander rubbed his neck, “If I was an even better friend, I’d show you the club.”
“It’s kind of late; can you be a better friend tomorrow?”
Xander grinned, “I’ll try.”
Ford inspected the inside door that they had been building. It looked great. He smiled and moved down the stairs where Diego and Chantarelle were waiting for him along with a few other people that had gathered for the ‘turning’. He drummed his fingers on the counter and waited to be poured a drink.
“Are your friends coming?” Diego said to fill in the quiet.
“My friends? Xander? Well, I don’t know. I told him what time to be here. Spike was interested that I knew him. He didn’t say why though.”
“No, not Xander. The other ones. Two guys and a girl.”
“One was very mean and he had these weird contacts,” Chantarelle said.
Ford rubbed his temple, “Everything is going to be alright. This is a minor set back and is not in any way going to mess things up for me.”
“No. Everything is not going to be alright.”
He looked to where the voice came from and saw Buffy at the top of the stairs with Xander right behind her. He let out a long sigh. Why couldn’t things just go as planned for once? Xander was supposed to come on his own, not with Buffy. He hoped it didn’t piss Spike off that Xander wasn’t subdued.
“Diego, there’s a draft in here.”
Buffy and Xander were moving down the stairs while Diego moved past them. There was a loud bang and they both looked back. Xander’s eye-widened.
“There’s no door knob!” he exclaimed.
Ford laughed, “You two fell right into my trap! So there are a few little bugs, this is still all going according to plan.”
Buffy glared at Ford, “So, you’re not only handing me over to whoever you’re getting to turn you, but you’re handing over Xander too?”
Xander tugged on Buffy’s shirt, “Spike is the only one who would want me along with you.”
“It sucks though. You figured it all out. I wanted to have one of those long speeches the evil villain gets. You know ‘You’ve crossed me for the last time’ and all that.” Ford said with a frown.
“Usually when the super villain goes on a rant, the hero escapes and blows up his base.”
“There is no escape. The door can only be opened from the outside and there is no other exit since this used to be a bomb shelter. You’re here until Spike gets here.”
“This isn’t some role play,” Buffy said. “This is real. This is dying. This-”
“Will should be here,” Xander said. “He had this really great speech about the evil of vampires and what happened to the souls of their victims. It was great, you should have been there.”
“Not now, Xander. We have to get these people out of here.”
“We don’t want to leave. This is our chance at immortality,” Diego said.
“Wow, I thought you were stupid before. Well, okay you’re just as stupid. I mean, sparkle cape? Really, I think any self-respecting vampire would rather be staked than-”
“Xander, I’m trying to think of a way to kick down a steel door before Spike comes to snack on the moron buffet. Can you keep the babble to a minimum?”
Ford looked at his watch and heard it beep.
“What’s that?” Xander asked a bit alarmed.
“That’s my alarm. It’s sunset.”
Buffy ran up the stairs and punched at the door. Xander followed her and began looking for something he could use as leverage to pry the door open. Ford laughed and came up the stairs, watching them as the fretted about.
“You two don’t give up, do you?”
“No,” Buffy said. “See, I’m the good guy. I save the people even when they are too stupid to know they need to be saved.”
“See, I’m the bad guy. I do the evil things like set traps for the good guys and have minions that are just cannon fodder.”
Xander stopped looking and his eyes widened, “None of those people below are getting turned, are they? You’re going to let them get eaten.”
“I’m in though. Thanks to you and Xander. But according to Spike, you want to get turned.”
Buffy looked at Xander, “Is this true?”
“It used to be true,” Xander looked at the ground. “I thought no one could really love my soul and it was just my body that… But, then I had a talk with… Let’s just say Xander wants to stay human.”
“Spike isn’t going to be happy about that. I knew I should have tied you up. Oh, well. It doesn’t matter. Soon, we’ll all have what we want.”
“This isn’t right,” Buffy said. “None of these people deserves to die!”
“No one deserves to die, but it happens anyway doesn’t it? Some die from old age while others die from sickness. At least I get to choose how I die. I rather die by the hands of some demon than in a hospital bed. Buffy, I have maybe six months to live. If you had to choose which way would you choose to die?”
“I would want to die nobly, knowing I fought my hardest. I would not take the easy way out. I rather die in a hospital bed than have blood on my hands.”
Ford punched her hard and she stumbled down the stairs. He followed her down the stairs and punched her again as she struggled to get up. Xander inched away from the door entrance as the door flung open. Chantarelle climbed up the stairs to greet the vampires as they filed in. Spike grinned at her and ripped her choker off. He growled and she began to cry. His fangs ripped into her neck and Xander fumbled around for the stake he had hid somewhere in his baggy pockets. He looked up from his search to see Buffy jumping up on the balcony next to him. He pointed to where Spike was enjoying Chantarelle and Buffy pointed to Drusilla. Xander nodded and they began to move. Xander waited until Buffy had a stake at Drusilla’s heart before roughly kicking Spike in the back of the legs. He released Chantarelle and growled as he found a stake pressed firmly at his chest.
“Hey, Spike. Not going to kill you, just look over at Drusilla.” From the gasp that escaped his lips, he could tell he saw. “Now I want you to command everyone to stop.”
“S-S-Stop!” Spike stuttered.
Xander looked at Buffy and she nodded that they had stopped feeding.
“Buffy, want to take this one?”
“Sure. Spike, I want you to let everyone out of here or your girlfriend is going to be able to fit into an ashtray when I’m finished.”
“Spike?” Drusilla said with fear in her voice.
“Alright, just don’t harm her. Let everyone go,” Spike commanded.
Xander waited and watched as everyone ran out to safety.
“I’m going to let you go, but don’t think about grabbing me,” Xander said.
“Knew there was a reason I wanted to turn you.”
“I’m a bit worried if I dust you, I’ll dust Will too, but I think he’d like me to take that chance. What do you think?”
“I won’t grab you, I swear. Now let me and my princess go.”
Xander let go of Spike and backed away towards Buffy, “Down the stairs.”
Spike backed down the stairs. He glared harshly at Xander and Buffy. Xander looked at Buffy and Buffy moved her head signaling Xander to go out the door. Buffy waited until Xander was out before throwing Drusilla at Spike and rushing out herself. She slammed the door behind her and smiled as she trapped the vampires.
“Will that hold them?” Xander asked.
“Probably not. We’ll have to come back for Ford’s body when they’re gone. You know Spike, would he actually turn him?”
“Spike never goes back on his word, well, if he gives his word. He usually avoids giving it. But, he probably won’t turn Ford himself. He has turning issues.”
“Don’t ask me. He never explained. So, to answer the question you had before, yes. Ford is probably getting turned as we speak.”
Buffy looked sadly at the door, “Oh.”
“Are you going to stake him?”
“I kind of have to.”
“Do you want me to be there with you?”
“No, this is something I have to do alone. Does it ever get easier?”
“No, life. Does it ever get easier?”
“How should I know? I’m the same age as you.”
“Lie to me.”
Xander smiled and started to walk down the alley, “Yeah. It gets easier. Everyone ends up with who they are supposed to be with and nothing is confusing. You don’t have equal feelings for two people; there is just one person you are destined to be with.”
“What about the bad guys? Tell me about them.”
“Oh, they are easy to distinguish. They run around with pitch forks and curly mustaches while saying cliché lines like ‘You haven’t seen the last of me’. Then the good guys, they always win. They ride in on their white horses and always save the day. Then everything stops at happily ever after. No one gets sick ever and no one gets old. It’s aways perfect.”
“That’s a very good lie.”
“Yeah, I wish I could believe it.”