The First Seconded - 1/?
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surevestaTitle: The First Seconded - 1/?
Author: Surevesta aka Falcon-Rider
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel
Word Count: 1614/?
Originally Posted: 07-14-02 to 10-9-04
Disclaimer:I own nothing but my original characters. Everything else belongs to WB, Fox, Mutant Enemy, FX, and Joss Whedon's brilliant mind. I'm just playing in the sand box. ^.^
Summary: Post Grave…. Spikes fought to give Buffy what she deserves and in doing so he gained a destiny. On his journey he makes some new friends, who are both chosen in their own way to help with the fight.
Pairings: Eventual Buffy/Spike, Dawn/Connor, Willow/Tara, and various others
A.Note: This is now some weird combination of my writing style then and my current one... heh.
*****
Part One – 142 days
She sighed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face as she watched the still body in front of her. After a bit of work they had managed to get him out of the sunlight, she gave herself that much credit, but the skin was still a light pink, burned and raw. The pale skin just wasn't used to the intensity of the suns rays, let alone the heat reflecting off billions of pale gold grains of sand.
“I wish you’d wake up,” She grumbled her fingers ripping at pieces of dry grass, kindling for the fire. “This is boring, I don’t know why I let the powers talk me into this.”
“You let them because you had to, you know its your job… the powers didn’t make a lot of seers, Nich,” an older woman stated from across the makeshift shelter. She was fumbling through a chest full of supplies, setting various items on the dusty floor.
“I know,” Nich rolled her eyes and sighed. She tossed a few strands of dried grass into the red-gold flames and watched them burn black and shrivel. “I just wish the powers would give people a choice next time… I mean, I may be half demon and all but I still don’t enjoy being rewired to become a walking talking alarm system.”
“You’re not an alarm system,” Nich raised an eyebrow, glancing up at her till the woman sighted. “You get visions there’s a difference.”
The teen sighed and turned back to glare at Spike's still form, “If you say so.” A few seconds later she narrowed cat-like yellow eyes, “Hey Slayer! Get your ex-dead ass up and out of that bed bef-“
“Nich!”
***
Spike slowly regained consciousness, eyes remaining shut and his... his breathing even as he tried to gather information about his surroundings. It was instinctual, even after a century of being dead he could control his breathing and movement with ease.
There were two people in the room with him, the room was dark broken only by the flickering flames from a fire. He could smell and hear it, senses almost better than before. As he adjusted he narrowed his senses onto the murmur of conversation that was taking place. One of the voices seemed familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it-
“Hey Slayer! Get your ex-dead ass up and out of that bed bef-“ He jerked his eyes open and sat up, wincing as nearly healed wounds stretched and itched. Burnt skin and scabs pulled tight as he moved. He hurt and ached to the bone, but it was getting better by the moment.
His blue eyes roved across the room, taking in his surroundings and the two young women with him. The younger had blond hair that was slightly wavy and pulled back so the top part was in a pony tail, the rest hung loose past her shoulders. Slightly torn and faded jeans were clearly visible in the dim light along with boots and a black sleeveless T-shirt. The older woman however...
“Nich!” She scolded and glanced up at Spike eyes dancing and a slim smile slipping onto her face. “I’m s-sorry, she was suh-supposed to let you wake up on your own Spike.”
“Tara?” His eyebrows knit together in confusion.
She nodded, glancing down at her fingers as they pressed over her skirt, “Yah, I g-guess the powers felt I would be n-needed.”
“Why aren’t you in Sunnydale?” He asked softly, only slightly wary of the answer.
“There was… I died,” Tara smiled weakly glancing up at him. “I d-don’t know everything that happened though, just that I w-would be needed and I was supposed to help you an-and Nich.”
The teenager hopped up, a wicked grin on her face, and walked over to Spike. She held her hand, “Hi ya, I’m Nich and I got the oh-so-great job of being your one-and-only seer… unless I get killed of course.”
Spike glanced from the teen to Tara and the slow realization that this was real began to hit him. He wasn't a vampire anymore, there would be no need to drink blood to survive- no burning need to hunt and kill. He was now a slayer, the first in a new line. And, the thought oddly warmed and shook him to the core, he had a purpose.
“Bloody hell.”
***
“Well, that’s an interesting name; ‘Bloody hell,’” Nich rolled her eyes, hand dropping to her hip. “Should I call you Mr. Hell or Just Bloody?” She turned away and moved back to the fire, mumbling under her breath.
Spike glanced at her and shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Spike… or that’s what I've been called for...It's confusing…” He trailed off, fingers rubbed against his forehead and back through curly hair, tangling into the bleached locks. A hiss of pain escaped his lips and he quickly pulled his hand away. “It's as if I’m both-“
“They integrated your soul and demon.” Nich stated calmly, staring into the bright flames as she adjusted her position, pulling her knees to her chest.
“They what?” he stared at her in alarm.
“They mixed your soul and demon, don’t ask me how… it’s the process of becoming a slayer I guess,” Nich flashed him a smile over her shoulder. “If you're feeling up to it you better come eat, Tara managed to scrounge up something semi good while you were napping.”
Tara glanced up from a pile of dusty books as Nich spoke and smiled, teeth a brilliant white in the darkness, “I n-never was good at cooking much more than pancakes.” She said softly.
Spike stood shakily and slowly made his way across the huts dirt floor. His muscles ached with every movement and his chest hurt when he took in deep lung fulls of the smoky air. He managed to sit down between Tara and Nich, the teen handed him a small bowl and a spoon after Tara dished up the meager meal. Spike stared down at the mixture of roots and unidentifiable things then grasped the spoon, he stirred it gently for a moment, watching the odd swirl of colors.
“It’s not going to bite,” Nich murmured to him. Glancing up he met her yellow-green eyes and started slightly.
“Oh, right,” Gaze turning back to the soup he tentatively took a bite, and then another and another till Tara had to stop him, forcefully making him slow down. After all, he hadn’t digested food for a hundred and twenty-two years give or take and needed to take it slow.
Eventually he set the bowl down on the dusty ground and nodded at the book Tara was reading, “What’s that?”
“A guide… a book of prophecies and knowledge... I-I’m trying to translate it, but it’s g-going to take a while,” She glanced up at him, book dropping to her lap. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” Spike stared straight ahead silent for a moment. “The pain has lessening at least,” he smiled slightly at the witch and tilted his head to the side. “Wounds are almost healed.”
“Always a plus,” Nich commented from his left, voice breaking as a yawn cracked her jaw. She stretched her arms lazily into the air. “That burn of yours seems to have faded into a tan now as well.”
Spike glanced down at his arms surprised. Even in the dim firelight he could tell the pink was gone, replaced by a slight tan. “I guess I’m not allergic to the sun anymore,” He mused with a grin.
“Nope, b-besides being a slayer you-your 100% human,” Tara stifled a yawn. “I think maybe we should all get some rest, then perhaps start training tomorrow. There’s some sun block in the chest, if your feeling up to it we can spend some time outside.”
“That’d be great… I guess,” He frowned at her. “Are you supposed to be my watcher, or something?”
Tara glanced at her hands, “For now at least…” She trailed off as she pushed up into a stand. Moving across the room she set the book back into the chest and dusted her skirt off. “We should really get some sleep, we don't have a lot of time to get ready for...” Spike glance at her startled. “Well, wha-whatever it is we have to be ready for.”
He nodded and stood as well. The new slayer barely managed to get back to his sleeping pad before he collapsed, falling into a deep slumber, body and mind completely exhausted.
Nich stared at the ceiling just listening to the ex-vampire’s breathing even out, “Do you think he’ll be okay Tara?” She asked softly, head turning to peer through the dark at Tara as the witch began to bank the fire.
“I hope so,” Tara glanced across the dark hut to where Spike lay, his bleached hair standing out in the darkness. “For everyone’s sake.” A small smile crossed her face, “For Buffy’s sake,” She whispered softly to herself.
Nich turned her gaze away as Tara lay down on her own mat. The seer pulled a worn blanket over herself, rolling onto her side as she closed her eyes. Her life was beginning to come together, for the first time in a long time she felt as if she might end up with a family after all.
TBC
*****
Author: Surevesta aka Falcon-Rider
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel
Word Count: 1614/?
Originally Posted: 07-14-02 to 10-9-04
Disclaimer:I own nothing but my original characters. Everything else belongs to WB, Fox, Mutant Enemy, FX, and Joss Whedon's brilliant mind. I'm just playing in the sand box. ^.^
Summary: Post Grave…. Spikes fought to give Buffy what she deserves and in doing so he gained a destiny. On his journey he makes some new friends, who are both chosen in their own way to help with the fight.
Pairings: Eventual Buffy/Spike, Dawn/Connor, Willow/Tara, and various others
A.Note: This is now some weird combination of my writing style then and my current one... heh.
*****
Part One – 142 days
She sighed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face as she watched the still body in front of her. After a bit of work they had managed to get him out of the sunlight, she gave herself that much credit, but the skin was still a light pink, burned and raw. The pale skin just wasn't used to the intensity of the suns rays, let alone the heat reflecting off billions of pale gold grains of sand.
“I wish you’d wake up,” She grumbled her fingers ripping at pieces of dry grass, kindling for the fire. “This is boring, I don’t know why I let the powers talk me into this.”
“You let them because you had to, you know its your job… the powers didn’t make a lot of seers, Nich,” an older woman stated from across the makeshift shelter. She was fumbling through a chest full of supplies, setting various items on the dusty floor.
“I know,” Nich rolled her eyes and sighed. She tossed a few strands of dried grass into the red-gold flames and watched them burn black and shrivel. “I just wish the powers would give people a choice next time… I mean, I may be half demon and all but I still don’t enjoy being rewired to become a walking talking alarm system.”
“You’re not an alarm system,” Nich raised an eyebrow, glancing up at her till the woman sighted. “You get visions there’s a difference.”
The teen sighed and turned back to glare at Spike's still form, “If you say so.” A few seconds later she narrowed cat-like yellow eyes, “Hey Slayer! Get your ex-dead ass up and out of that bed bef-“
“Nich!”
***
Spike slowly regained consciousness, eyes remaining shut and his... his breathing even as he tried to gather information about his surroundings. It was instinctual, even after a century of being dead he could control his breathing and movement with ease.
There were two people in the room with him, the room was dark broken only by the flickering flames from a fire. He could smell and hear it, senses almost better than before. As he adjusted he narrowed his senses onto the murmur of conversation that was taking place. One of the voices seemed familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it-
“Hey Slayer! Get your ex-dead ass up and out of that bed bef-“ He jerked his eyes open and sat up, wincing as nearly healed wounds stretched and itched. Burnt skin and scabs pulled tight as he moved. He hurt and ached to the bone, but it was getting better by the moment.
His blue eyes roved across the room, taking in his surroundings and the two young women with him. The younger had blond hair that was slightly wavy and pulled back so the top part was in a pony tail, the rest hung loose past her shoulders. Slightly torn and faded jeans were clearly visible in the dim light along with boots and a black sleeveless T-shirt. The older woman however...
“Nich!” She scolded and glanced up at Spike eyes dancing and a slim smile slipping onto her face. “I’m s-sorry, she was suh-supposed to let you wake up on your own Spike.”
“Tara?” His eyebrows knit together in confusion.
She nodded, glancing down at her fingers as they pressed over her skirt, “Yah, I g-guess the powers felt I would be n-needed.”
“Why aren’t you in Sunnydale?” He asked softly, only slightly wary of the answer.
“There was… I died,” Tara smiled weakly glancing up at him. “I d-don’t know everything that happened though, just that I w-would be needed and I was supposed to help you an-and Nich.”
The teenager hopped up, a wicked grin on her face, and walked over to Spike. She held her hand, “Hi ya, I’m Nich and I got the oh-so-great job of being your one-and-only seer… unless I get killed of course.”
Spike glanced from the teen to Tara and the slow realization that this was real began to hit him. He wasn't a vampire anymore, there would be no need to drink blood to survive- no burning need to hunt and kill. He was now a slayer, the first in a new line. And, the thought oddly warmed and shook him to the core, he had a purpose.
“Bloody hell.”
***
“Well, that’s an interesting name; ‘Bloody hell,’” Nich rolled her eyes, hand dropping to her hip. “Should I call you Mr. Hell or Just Bloody?” She turned away and moved back to the fire, mumbling under her breath.
Spike glanced at her and shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Spike… or that’s what I've been called for...It's confusing…” He trailed off, fingers rubbed against his forehead and back through curly hair, tangling into the bleached locks. A hiss of pain escaped his lips and he quickly pulled his hand away. “It's as if I’m both-“
“They integrated your soul and demon.” Nich stated calmly, staring into the bright flames as she adjusted her position, pulling her knees to her chest.
“They what?” he stared at her in alarm.
“They mixed your soul and demon, don’t ask me how… it’s the process of becoming a slayer I guess,” Nich flashed him a smile over her shoulder. “If you're feeling up to it you better come eat, Tara managed to scrounge up something semi good while you were napping.”
Tara glanced up from a pile of dusty books as Nich spoke and smiled, teeth a brilliant white in the darkness, “I n-never was good at cooking much more than pancakes.” She said softly.
Spike stood shakily and slowly made his way across the huts dirt floor. His muscles ached with every movement and his chest hurt when he took in deep lung fulls of the smoky air. He managed to sit down between Tara and Nich, the teen handed him a small bowl and a spoon after Tara dished up the meager meal. Spike stared down at the mixture of roots and unidentifiable things then grasped the spoon, he stirred it gently for a moment, watching the odd swirl of colors.
“It’s not going to bite,” Nich murmured to him. Glancing up he met her yellow-green eyes and started slightly.
“Oh, right,” Gaze turning back to the soup he tentatively took a bite, and then another and another till Tara had to stop him, forcefully making him slow down. After all, he hadn’t digested food for a hundred and twenty-two years give or take and needed to take it slow.
Eventually he set the bowl down on the dusty ground and nodded at the book Tara was reading, “What’s that?”
“A guide… a book of prophecies and knowledge... I-I’m trying to translate it, but it’s g-going to take a while,” She glanced up at him, book dropping to her lap. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” Spike stared straight ahead silent for a moment. “The pain has lessening at least,” he smiled slightly at the witch and tilted his head to the side. “Wounds are almost healed.”
“Always a plus,” Nich commented from his left, voice breaking as a yawn cracked her jaw. She stretched her arms lazily into the air. “That burn of yours seems to have faded into a tan now as well.”
Spike glanced down at his arms surprised. Even in the dim firelight he could tell the pink was gone, replaced by a slight tan. “I guess I’m not allergic to the sun anymore,” He mused with a grin.
“Nope, b-besides being a slayer you-your 100% human,” Tara stifled a yawn. “I think maybe we should all get some rest, then perhaps start training tomorrow. There’s some sun block in the chest, if your feeling up to it we can spend some time outside.”
“That’d be great… I guess,” He frowned at her. “Are you supposed to be my watcher, or something?”
Tara glanced at her hands, “For now at least…” She trailed off as she pushed up into a stand. Moving across the room she set the book back into the chest and dusted her skirt off. “We should really get some sleep, we don't have a lot of time to get ready for...” Spike glance at her startled. “Well, wha-whatever it is we have to be ready for.”
He nodded and stood as well. The new slayer barely managed to get back to his sleeping pad before he collapsed, falling into a deep slumber, body and mind completely exhausted.
Nich stared at the ceiling just listening to the ex-vampire’s breathing even out, “Do you think he’ll be okay Tara?” She asked softly, head turning to peer through the dark at Tara as the witch began to bank the fire.
“I hope so,” Tara glanced across the dark hut to where Spike lay, his bleached hair standing out in the darkness. “For everyone’s sake.” A small smile crossed her face, “For Buffy’s sake,” She whispered softly to herself.
Nich turned her gaze away as Tara lay down on her own mat. The seer pulled a worn blanket over herself, rolling onto her side as she closed her eyes. Her life was beginning to come together, for the first time in a long time she felt as if she might end up with a family after all.
TBC
*****
