TITLE: Haunted
Author: Nocturnal Willow
E-MAIL: crimsonjennifer@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Buffy, Angel, Willow, Giles,
Faith, or any of the characters portrayed here,
no..They are the property of The WB, Fox Studios,
possibly the UPN, Joss and many others I don’t know. I
own the plot thought.
Rating: R
Location: This Fic as well as all my others have a
happy home on the web
Author’s notes: An answer to Challenge # 18- A dark
fic including Spike, Faith or Lindsay
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Haunted
Year 2010
Spike POV
I saw her again tonight. Besides haunting my dreams,
she haunts the cemetery. Well, patrols, not haunts.
For so long, Dru haunted my dreams, my heart. Now Dru
is little more than a memory. She left me. Told me I
wasn't demon enough. She was right. I changed.
Having that chip, taught me how to be a vampire. It
fueled my fire, renewed my passion for destruction. I
guess one could say I had an epiphany, of sorts. But
it is time to play.
The chip? That has been gone for three years. After
my attempt to get rid of it backfired. I left
Sunnyhell. Harmony came along, well until I staked
her. I followed that doc around for some time. He was
my only lead thus far. He was in Vegas. It seems he
ran into a couple of very hungry vampires. I saved
him. I let him see me kill them. He was paralyzed
with fear. He remembered me. I heard him stutter
Hostile 17 all over again. I helped him home. I found
out the man was dying from a very painful type of
cancer. One my friends at the Initiative gave him.
The man had tried all other treatments but was told he
had six months max. We made a deal. He wanted
immortal life, I wanted a chip out of my head. He did
the operation. He let me see the bloodied chip he
took from my brain. I told him to meet me at his home
in one hour. I needed to make sure he did not trick
me twice. He didn't. I fed like crazy that night. I
then sired him. After a month, I let him leave.
I kept tabs on Sunnydale. I would rule it that was
inevitable. I was practically immortal. They could
break so easily. In fact, most of them did.
Slutty met her end, thankfully. I did want to be the
one to kill her. My demon wanted to hear her beg as I
sucked her life's blood. IT wasn't me, but she is
dead. I made the trip out there. I did pay my
respects to her. It might make me sound all-poofy,
but I respected her. She was a fighter, to the death.
She was the highlight of my existence. I left a red
rose on her grave. Part of me loved her, part of me
hated her and no one had ever made me feel like she
did.
No one until I saw her. I stood in shadows as the
other one, patrolled the cemetery Buffy was buried in.
She was poetry in motion. She liked the fight, had no
problem playing dirty. My kind of gal. I remember the
moron telling me about her. I think his words were
"this tall, dark hair, homicidal looking." The whelp
was right. I saw her eyes glazed over as she pummeled
the vamp. I could tell this kitten loved to play.
Ever since that night she has haunted my dreams. I
have made a habit of avoiding slayers. Bad memories.
I saw her in New Orleans this Mardi-Gras. I followed
her. She found a vampire. He was one of my
traitorous children. I saw how she used toothpicks to
hurt him. I could also smell her arousal. I would
take her and make her mine.
I had arranged for the new house. It was a nice
gothic church looking place, nice and dark. Perfect
for my mistress. She will be. She will ask me too.
Or she might not. It won't matter. She will be mine.
I found her at the gravesite of Slutty. I watched
her, talking to the stone as though Buffy was there.
I see her tears falling. Part of me wants to help
her. She is strong. I can feel it. I saw her turn
her lovely head in my direction. I bolted away as
fast as I could. I hoped she hadn't seen me. I
cursed myself for nearly getting caught. Then I
smiled. I knew it would take time. But I knew she
would be mine.
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Faith POV
I am doing what I never thought I would. I am
standing over Buffy's grave. I never thought I would
outlive her. Not since, well it has been a while. We
were friends. She was my sister. Riley took her
loss hard. He had a breakdown and has been in
Sunnydale General since. Angel, he kind of knew. He
was broken up about it, don't get me wrong. Willow
left town. She found comfort with Giles, and has been
there ever since. We write back and forth. They
went to London. Sunnydale had too many memories for
them. It probably has too many for me. Buffy is
buried next to her mom. Joyce, her death was quick.
A drunk driver hit her head on about a year before
Buffy died. It is creepy though. They both died on
April 20th, at 4:20 in the morning. I hate
coincidences. I really do.
I have a watcher now. Wesley. Angel and I asked him
to help me out up here. At least until the new slayer
was sent to the hellmouth, since the last one died
within six months. Sunnydale has had four more slayers
since then. I have just stayed here. I am the longest
living one now. I hate it though. So much has happened
this month. I lost Buffy, then Giles and Willow left.
Wesley got messed up. He is wheelchair bound now. I
have to help him. I like it and I hate it. I get that
feeling again. Ever have that someone is watching you
feeling? I turn my head quickly. I see a shadow
move, but nothing more on this windy night. I can
still feel something isn't right. I felt that tingle,
time to go to work. I found a pack of vamps. They
were ok. Then I felt the prick. I pulled the dart out
of my leg. I hate when they don't have the balls to
fight fair. Then I felt tired.
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Spike POV
I was following her when I saw the pack of six
vampires. I stayed to the shadows. I wasn't sure if
she might need my help. I was glad I did. She was
holding her ground well. I watched as one of them
shot her with a tranquilizer gun. I was angered. Two
reasons. Number one, she was mine. Reason two, cheap
way. I bested two slayers myself. I fought tooth and
nail. Well, tooth and stake really. But I won. I
attacked the remaining three after she passed out. I
stood over her. I could hear her heartbeat and she
was unbitten. I picked her up and carried her to my
house. I didn't want to introduce myself tonight.
This was not the plan. Hell, plans change.
I laid her on the scarlet colored silk couch. I lit
the fireplace and poured myself a glass of wine. She
looked at peace when she slept. Part of me wanted to
hold her, to kiss her softly. I wanted to loose
myself in her silken strands of hair. I was glad they
shot her in the arm. I took the dart out and cleaned
the wound. I then turned on the tellie and waited for
her to get up.
"Are you alright, Luv?"
"Will be. Where are we?" She is confused, an after
effect of whatever tranquilizer the vamps used on her.
"Sorry, we are at my place on Wiltshire. I am Spike.
And you are?"
"Name sounds familiar. I'm Faith."
"Pleasure." I said and kissed her hand. I heard the
jump in her heartbeat as she realized what I was. She
pulled her hand back quickly.
"It's alright. I won't hurt you." I said, then light
a cigarette.
"I've heard that before." She said. I chuckled. She
did too. I watched her carefully. I was either ready
to fight or please her.
"Why aren't I dead Spike?"
"Because I saved you." Faith grinned.
"Ok, why save me. I am a slayer."
"I wanted to meet you. You've got some fire to you.
I like that in a woman." I then kissed her. Faith
groaned. Her hands traveled my back as she fought my
tongue as we kissed. She never felt my face change,
until my fangs were buried deep into her neck. Faith
cried out as I twisted my fangs under her skin,
tearing it. Her blood was divine. I hungrily drank
her. Her heartbeat slowed down. I cut myself deep. I
let my blood flow into her throat, making her mine
forever. Now she won't haunt my dreams. She walks
with me.
THE END
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