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Darkening of the Light	By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 6344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy
the Vampire Slayer. If that came as a surprise to anyone, well, you need to
get out more. This is for fun and not profit.
Rating: VERY NC-17 (This is a darker fic, and not at all for the kiddies. Don't
read if you're not old enough.)
Summary: Finding herself in what was once her worst nightmare, Slayer turned
vampire Buffy Summers wants revenge on the one who made her. However, when she makes an unlikely ally in the process,
she finds herself on a journey that changes her understandings of good and
evil, love and hate.
Author's Note: The one sort of fic I always said I wouldn't write
was vamp Buffy. I have nothing against the people who
do write them, and there have been some very well done ones out there�it's just
never been something I've particularly liked. But then there I was, minding my
own business, when this rabid plot bunny just jumped right up and bit me on the
ankle, and damn it if the little bastard wouldn't let go. So here it is�my version
of vamp Buffy. *kicks fanged plot bunny*
WARNING: THIS IS A
DARK FIC. It's not like my lighter
fare, and not even as light as my angstier stuff.
There is rape (though not particularly graphic and not between Spike and Buffy),
character death (and more than Buffy's character undeath),
graphic violence, and HEAVY angst.
If any of this is a big problem for you, don't read this fic. If you do anyway
and you're bothered by one of these things, it's your own fault for not paying
attention to the warnings, and I will not tolerate flames regarding these
issues. Hopefully we're all clear now.
Feedback and Archiving: Both are welcome, but if you haven't archived one
of my fics in the past, please ask permission before you do.
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Info:
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"Evil is neither suffering nor
sin; it is both at the same time, it is something common to them both. For they
are linked together; sin makes us suffer and suffering makes us evil, and this
indissoluble complex of suffering and sin is the evil in which we are submerged
against our will, and to our horror."

�� Simone Weil, "Some Thoughts on the Love of God"

��
Where the clouds

Pull apart

Where the moon changes faces

In the quiet

Secret places

Are you there? Are you there?
Shine on friend.

Goodnight.

Why, then, the darkening of the light?

�� �Concrete Blonde, "The Darkening of the Light"

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It had taken days
for the screaming to begin. She'd been so stoic, so strong, but eventually,
he'd broken her.
He always broke them eventually�
The screams and cries
were nearly constant now, her conscious mind finally retreating, unable to take
the torture from a demon wearing the face of the man she loved.
The sound of them
made Spike uneasy, made him shift uncomfortably in the chair she'd forced him
to be confined in. He knew, being what he was, he should revel in those screams�or
at least be able to deal with them better than he was. But he couldn't. The
sounds she made now twisted in him, made him feel sick in a way he hadn't in
over a century.
She was a Slayer�a warrior. She was meant for a better
end than this.
Spike had fought
his share of Slayers�killed two of them�but never had he even thought to torture one. It wasn't how
that fight should end. The battle between Slayer and vampire was something
mythic, something sacred.
Or as sacred as a
something damned could hold it.
Angelus's
defilement of the girl he had now was an insult to that. He hadn't been able to
best her in a battle, so instead he'd chained her down, broken her to the point
where she was finally someone he could control. And eventually, he'd claim the
life of a Slayer, get to tout that honor as if he'd
earned it.
It made Spike
sick.
Part of him, too,
felt sorry for the girl, though that was the part of him he was loathed to
admit existed. As much as a Slayer was meant to die in battle, she also deserved that final fight.
When Angelus
finally decided to end her life, there would be no glory for her. And in the
end, what did a Slayer really have except a glorious death?
Nothing.
"Why
the sulking, my sweet Spike?"
Spike turned
towards the sound of Drusilla's voice, watching her as she danced naked in the
pale moon light that filtered in through the mansion's high windows. Her ivory
skin was covered in blood�that of the Slayer's�and it had a decidedly different
effect on Spike than he was used to.
He turned away
from her again.
Drusilla didn't take the hint. For all her
intuition, Spike noted she could be so blind to what he was feeling sometimes, though whether it was intentional or not, he
couldn't never figure out. She sauntered over to him, placing her hands firmly
on his useless legs. "Do you feel left out, my darling? Too broken to play
with the new dolly?"
She
couldn't be more wrong� Spike
sighed. "Dru�"
Drusilla stroked his face, leaving a trail of
the Slayer's blood across his cheek. "You don't have to fret, my sweet.
Daddy is going to make it all right again soon. He's going to make our family
four again, they way it should be."
Her words made Spike look up sharply. Drusilla couldn't possibly mean what it
sounded like she meant� "What's Angelus going to do, luv?" he
asked, dreading the answer as much as he needed his fears confirmed.
Drusilla jumped to her feet and spun around
once, clapping as she did. "He's going to make her like us! He's going to
make me a sister, and he promises me I can play with her all I like."
The sick feeling inside of Spike grew.
Drusilla was obviously blinded by the idea of a life-sized dolly to add to her
collection, but Spike had a feeling things were not going to play out the way
she and Angelus hoped. A turned Slayer� It just wasn't done. It was wrong; it
went against the natural order of things.
Vampire fights Slayer. Vampire kills Slayer.
It was the way it went, and changing it could only lead to badness.
"Dru, I don't think�"
She didn't let him finish. This game was too fun for William to spoil
it with his sour mood� "Come with me. I want to watch Daddy make her
one of us."
Spike couldn't think of a thing he'd rather
see less than that. He'd avoided Angelus's bedroom not just because he hated to
see the older vampire's hands all over Drusilla, but because he didn't want to
watch as he defiled the Slayer. It didn't thrill him, didn't make the demon in
him shout for joy.
It made the demon in him snarl in outrage.
But Drusilla missed the protest that started
on his lips and moved behind the chair, wheeling him in front of her as she
returned to Angelus's side. Spike turned his head at his first glimpse of the
Slayer since Angelus had taken her.
The chains hung unused now, the broken
Slayer past the point of fighting what was happening to her. Instead, she
stared off into the distance, her mind somewhere else as Angelus moved brutally
on top of her, violating the body the rest of her seemed to want to vacate.
Drusilla jumped onto the bed, crawling over
to the far side before kneeling beside the Slayer, her eyes wide with delight.
"Do it now, Daddy."
Angelus looked up at Dru and grinned before
his face shifted, the demon emerging. Spike watched in horror, both man and
demon inside of him for once in perfect agreement.
This
was wrong�no good could come of this�
He didn't know what compelled him, and
didn't fully realize he'd done it until it was too late, but Spike reached out
from his wheelchair, his hand taking the Slayer's as it hung limply from the
bed.
She
was just close enough to touch�
And as his hand closed over hers, her head
turned, and what he saw in her eyes made his stomach lurch.
Recognition.
Part of the girl was still there, still knew
what was happening to her.
Their eyes locked, and Spike mouthed what
was only the second genuine apology he'd given anyone since he'd become a
vampire.
"I'm
sorry�"
The Slayer smiled softly at him, sadness in
her eyes, yet understanding, too.
Then Angelus's fangs entered her throat, and
she bucked, her eyes rolling upwards as he fed from her one last time.
Spike tightened his grip on her hand and
didn't let it go until it fell away from him, lifeless.

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