A Different Kind of Chosen

BY : Ellie
Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William)
Dragon prints: 2645
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, nor the characters, and I make no money from the writing of this story. Grrr! Argh!!


Chapter One

Author’s Note:

My first fan fiction in a very long time and my first Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan fiction ever! This is a different kind of Spuffy story. We start off in Season 4, Episode 3 “Harsh Light of Day”. Buffy is trying to balance college life with her Slayer responsibilities while still maintaining some sort of love life with an average Joe. She’s already run into Harmony and Spike at a frat party the night before and slept with Parker, receiving an “I’ll call you” excuse the next morning, but no calls have come.


I plan for this story to get very dark in parts. The Buffy as we know her will barely exist but still pop up in her mannerisms and thought processes, just a little bit more on the evil side. It will contain plenty of cursing, violence, and sex. Read at your own risk and enjoy!


Sadly, I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any characters from the show. It, along with some quotes that may be used from future episodes belongs to Joss Whedon and company. Grrr! Argh!!

Chapter One

A Different Kind of HST

“Parker?” Buffy’s voice came out whinier than she had wanted it to.

The boy in question startled slightly at the use of his name, but recognized the voice instantly. He sighed lightly, plastered on a fake smile, and stood up from his position of hovering over another girl.

“Buffy!” His tone was more enthusiastic than he actually felt. “How are you?”

She sighed, but hers was in relief. “Good. I’m good.” There was a brief, awkward pause. He’s probably just busy with his mom’s visit. Yeah, that’s it. “Just wondering why you haven’t called.”

A shadow of annoyance crossed his face before he turned quickly to the girl sitting behind him, who seemed to be mildly interested in the exchange. “Amanda, why don’t you run to class before you’re late? I’ll definitely see you soon.” A brief smile accompanied his words before disappearing when he turned back to Buffy.

“Look, that wasn’t a promise.” Her face dropped instantly, but he went on to explain himself. “We had fun, right? That was the whole point of that night. We have fun together, enjoy each other, and then move on.”

As he explained, her face continued to drop, a frown casing her pouty lips. “Move on? But you said you would call me.” Her voice was full of confusion. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. She did it for a possible future. She shared her body with him, her soul. And he took it, greedily and, so she thought, lovingly.

“I was being nice.” His features began to show his annoyance. “There’s nothing between us except a good night. We can still be friends, right?”

“Friends?” The word rolled off her tongue thickly. ‘Friends’ was not what she had in mind at all. She was hopping for more along the lines of dating, possible love, and a future. Although, she wasn’t sure why she bothered; being the Slayer kept those kinds of thoughts at bay most of the time.

“Yeah, friends. I’ll call you sometime, okay?” He began walking away in the sunlit courtyard of the campus and all she could do was nod mutely.

Once she realized he wouldn’t be turning around to make amends, she resigned herself to returning to her dorm and wallowing in her grief in solitude.

Stupid Buffy. Stupid Buffy with her stupid ideas of sex and love and boys.

She huffed out one more sigh and spun on her heel in the direction of her dorms, only to have the sigh of abandonment replaced with a gasp of surprise.

Behind her stood a tall vampire with lean muscles, platinum blonde hair, and a smirk that could kill… in the sunlight.


As the name left her lips, he replied with a cold “’Ello Slayer!” then his closed fist connected with her cheek.

The shock of seeing the vampire from her past in the daylight combined with the small heartbreak she just withstood caused the punch to take her off guard. Her limp body flew back, connecting hard with the pavement.

She pushed her bruised body off of the ground, listening to his taunting words. “What a fantastic day! Birds singin’, squirrels makin’ lots of rotten little squirrels, the sun beaming down in a nice non-fatal way. It’s very exciting. I can’t wait to see if I freckle.”

“What? How…” Her face contorted in confusion, trying to find a reason for the sun not causing him to burst into dust, before realization dawned on her. “The gem,” she whispered, referring to the Gem of Amara that his current whore, Harmony, had mentioned the night before after the party they crashed.

“Very good, Pet! The Gem of Amara. Official sponsor of my killing you.” He praised her while advancing closer to her still frozen form. “Thought it a myth, myself, but once we started diggin’ it just sort of fell in my lap.” He altered the truth, not wanting the girl to know how he searched for weeks, causing a sink hole to cave in a street, and nearly missed it if it weren’t for Harmony’s insistent nagging while she wore the elusive piece of jewelry.

She changed her mask to one of steel determination and squared her shoulders. “I can’t let you keep it. Besides, I don’t think sun kissed is your color.”

He chuckled darkly. “I didn’t come here lookin’ for permission, Slayer. I came lookin’ for a good brawl, but I did hear some interestin’ stuff.” There was a brief pause as he stretched out his arms, enjoying the sun’s rays, before looking back to her. “So, you let Parker take a poke, eh? Didn’t seem like you knew each other that well. What exactly did it take to pry apart the Slayer’s dimpled knees?”

She huffed in irritation this time. “You’re a pig, Spike.”

“Oink, oink, Goldilocks.”

With a roll of her eyes she charged him and the two began their elusive dance. As one attacked the other dodged, causing the scene to look like a choreographed display to the passerby.

In the midst of dodging one of Spike’s powerful kicks, she grabbed his foot and hoisted with all of her strength, sending the vampire to the ground on his back and knocking unneeded air from his lungs. Seeing opportunity present itself, she donned her stake from the back of her waist band and shoved it through his chest, piercing his heart with clinical precision.

There was a moment of bated breath as she waited for his undead body to turn to dust and drift into the calming breeze that surrounded them, but she was disappointed.

Spike sat up between her legs, his nose mere inches from hers, and pulled the stake out slowly before tossing it to the side. “Oh, do it again. It tickles.” His breath fanned out over her cheek. He rose his hips up in a seductive manner, grazing himself against her inner thighs. “You know, in a good way.”

A punch rained down on his face, bloodying his lip and knocking his head sideways. “Oh, Slayer, I like it rough.” He licked his lips quickly before pushing her hard and freeing himself of her thigh’s python like grip.

“Like I said, you’re a pig, Spike.” She wiped the small sheen of sweat that was starting to collect on her forehead. Thank God I don’t normally slay during the day. This heat would kill me before the baddies even got tired.

“You’re words wound me.” He clasped his hands together over his heart in a mocking gesture. “It’s a good thing you’re so witty, ‘cause that stake aint doin’ you much good now.”

Just get the ring off his finger and the sun will do the rest of the work. She nodded at her inner monologue before charging.

Their dance began again; fists connecting, kicks flying, and both dodging expertly until Spike’s hand was snatched in mid air as it flew pass her face. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist tightly and twisted it towards his body. The movements made the rest of him comply. He turned himself, trying to relieve the pressure on his appendage and found himself facing away from his opponent, his arm trapped between the two of them.

A guttural purr rose from his chest and he pushed his body against hers as much as possible, feeling her form meld to his back. “Like I said, I like it rough!”

Buffy shut her eyes tightly for a second and internally gagged. She didn’t want him near her and she definitely didn’t want him to know how much the fighting portion of her lifestyle turned her on. So, instead of continuing with their usual banter, she spread his fingers and ripped the ring off in one swift movement.

Spike instantly felt the effects of the mystical jewelry leave his body; his arm ached more than before and the sun began to cause his perfectly smooth skin to pop and sizzle. He quickly pushed against her, causing her to release her grip and dove towards the nearest manhole cover.

- • -

“Giles?” Buffy’s voice echoed through the line, the cheap payphone giving it a static radio quality.

“Ah, yes, Buffy. I presume you were successful in retrieving the Gem of Amara from Spike?”

The blonde Slayer nodded, but once she realized that her action would go unseen, spoke the positive answer into the receiver. “Yup. Spike escaped, but he’ll no longer be of the freckling kind.” She then held the offending item, a simple ring, up to the sky; the bright sun glaring through the hoop at her, mocking exactly what she took away from her vampire nemesis.

“Good, good. Seeing as the ring is actually real and not a myth as presumed, it should be destroyed or kept in an extremely safe place.” Once again she nodded, but offered no verbal response. Giles waited a beat, but continued once he realized the silence wouldn’t be broken. “I assume you’ll be patrolling tonight?”

She sighed heavily. Yup. That’s me! Miss I do nothing but slay. Most kids would love to have an excuse not to study for their big psych test tomorrow morning and that’s all I want to do. If I fail this test, I’ll never pass this class! “Sure,” was all she spoke aloud. After another beat she ended their conversation with a quick, “I’m going to find a place for this ring, it’s getting dark and I want to start patrolling soon.”

The former Watcher answered her with agreement, said his goodbyes, and hung up the phone. Once the payphone was back on the receiver, she turned and went straight back to her dorm. Now that Kathy, her demon ex-roommate, had been exposed and Willow moved in, she was more comfortable in her own room, so she slipped the Gem of Amara into her chest of weapons, pulled out a stake, and replaced everything.

- • -

Spike huffed angrily at his failed attempt of another slayer kill, the smoke from his prior frying flesh finally dispersing.

“Stupid Slayer!” he cursed loudly. The walls of the sewer he had previously escaped in echoing the taunt.

Why was she so hard to kill? But more so, why was he so infatuated with her? The way she moved, fought, spoke; everything about her intrigued him to the point of fury.

“I’m a vampire for Christ’s sake! William the Bloody! Slayer of Slayers!” The more he spoke to himself the louder his voice rose, startling him when the walls echoed his titles back with such force.

He jerked his eyes skyward, seeing nothing but the concrete that held the earth up around him. But beyond that, in his mind’s eye, he saw the blue sky holding the sun up high. He remembered the pleasant burn of the rays as it beat down on his pale skin, the warmth that soaked his bones.

“And tha’ bitch stole it from me!” A heavy fist hit the wall suddenly, piercing the rock. When he pulled his hand back, a bit calmer than before, blood soaked his knuckles and the offending hole his punch had left.

An eerie calm replaced the torment in his chest as he began his journey to the surface, knowing instinctually that night had fallen and the stars had replaced the sun. His voice came out in a barely audible whisper, even to his own heightened hearing, “but she’ll pay…”

- • -

Patrolling had been, to say the least, boring. Demonic activity seemed non-existent and vampires even more so. Buffy huffed with frustration. What a waste of time. She could have been studying, or, knowing Buffy, pretending to study while becoming distracted with something else.

As she spun around to make the trip home, she came face to face with a good old fashioned vampire; face transformed into its demon visage and eyes golden in the night.

“Oh, hi.” Her chipper voice broke the still air as the hybrid demon smiled toothily at her.

“Hey, pretty girl. Where’s your friends?”

“I actually think I’m lost.” She put on a convincingly worried look as she shifted her eyes back and forth in the dark. “Think you can help me back to my dorm room?”

Spike, keeping his distance, watched the exchange of banter as the Slayer gradually moved closer to the fairly new vampire, knowing his demon brother stood no chance with the girl he faced.

Her opponent shook his head. “What’s the hurry? We should grab a bite first.” Before the sentence left his mouth his slightly bulky body lunged forwards.

Buffy’s instincts kicked in as she dodged first before returning with her own attack, slamming a fist into the side of his face. The vampire stumbled back, but quickly resumed his assault, throwing punches and kicks like a master of the art.

Eventually, after dodging the multitude of jabs, his foot connected with her jaw and Spike watched with increasing interest as they both fell to the ground. Buffy jumped up instantly, but her attacker was still curled in on himself, clutching his skull and screaming in pain. “Damn-it, my head!!”

The Slayer only hesitated a moment before shoving a stake through his heart; the strange occurrence leaving her so speechless she forgot to be punny during the act.

As the night drew silent again, her shoulders began to relax while Spike began contemplating saving his revenge for another night, but a small rustle was heard by both and their eyes snapped towards the west.

There was silence again, followed by boots meeting the earth. A team of over a dozen men surrounded the Slayer, circling her like he would his prey.

“Lay down your weapon!” A gruff, faintly familiar voice sounded out. It was a command, but seemed slightly pained.

Buffy looked at her stake once with confused eyes before she gently put it on the ground. As she rose, she began speaking in a sweet, innocent voice, like she had with her previous opponent. “Listen guys, it’s just a stick. I wasn’t doing anything. Promise.” She rose her hand up in a Girl Scout manner, pledging the truth of her lie and smiled.

Before the demanding man could reply, another voice sounded from a distance. “We found another, Agent Finn!” Once the sentence was completed a bright light was in Spike’s face, displaying him to Buffy and the troops that circled her.

Buffy’s petit form peered over the large bodies in front of her, seeing the other in question. Spike, who was surrounded by at least half of the amount of commandos she was facing. Of course he would be here. Stalking her; probably looking for revenge.

She rolled her eyes at the exchange.

“He must be with the girl.”

“Like bloody hell I am!” Spike’s voice, outraged and filled with disgust, carried so loudly that the group further away heard it alongside the radioed version.

The man, who must have been Agent Finn, brought a radio to his lips and spoke. “Disarm him. The professor wants all HSTs brought in alive.” Now that caught her attention.

“HST? Whoa, whoa. I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I am not an HST. Nope, not me. No HSTness going on here.”

Apparently they didn’t hear her because the group advanced as one.

She shifted from foot to foot, not wanting to fight humans, but seeing no other choice. Her eyes dashed forward, seeing Spike hurtling a man against a tree and hearing said man’s spine snap on impact. “Spike!” The vampire turned towards her. What was she supposed to say? She could care less if he was injured or dusted, but she didn’t want him fighting the soldiers, knowing he wouldn’t hold back his strength. So she yelled the first thing that came to mind, “Run!!”

Once the command left her lips and Spike took off at full speed, she was pushed to the ground by a large body. She took in a deep breath and shoved the man away, watching as her strength flung him five yards.

Buffy stood quickly, prepared to defend but not kill. “I said I am not some HST.”

“Take her down!” Agent Finn yelled the command over her plea and watched half of his men attack.

She began to dodge the attacks with ease, pushing them out of the way two at a time while trying to clear a path to escape.

“Sir, this isn’t working.” One of the men panted while pulling himself up from the ground. “I’ve never seen anything so strong.”

The commanding agent nodded quickly, speaking one final command, “Make it a quick tag n’ bag, boys.”

As Buffy processed his words, a sharp sting shot through her exposed leg that sent a hefty electrical charge up her body. She stiffened, but shook it off quickly with the adrenaline pumping through her blood. After pulling the initial device from its place she threw it expertly, watching with a small sense of sick satisfaction as it landed in Agent Finn’s foot, piercing material, flesh, and bone and bolting him to the ground.

“I didn’t want to hurt you, but you’ve left me no choice.” She hunched down, spreading her legs wider and taking on a fighting stance, but before she could attack or flee another sting shot up her arm, followed by another down her spine, and another in her chest. The onslaught continued, causing waves of fire to sear through her insides. She clutched her stomach, taking in rasping breaths, but still refused to give in.

“More!” The now familiar voice commanded and that’s exactly what she received. More stings, more pain, more fire until it turned to a searing numbness and her vision went black.

Author’s Note:

So, there you have it. The scene is set, Buffy and Spike are still enemies (for the time being), she’s heartbroken, a tad snarky, and was just captured by… dun, dun, dun! The Initiative! Let me know what you think; suggestions and comments are always welcomed. As I continue writing, I’m hoping to have a posting schedule ready soon.

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