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Blood and Fire	By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 8173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Buffy frowned as she came downstairs to find
Nancy's friends gathered in the living room. "Shouldn't you people like,
be in school or something?" she asked.
"It's four o'clock in the
afternoon," Xander replied, his mouth full of twinkie.
Buffy just grunted a little in response.
She'd long since put herself on the same schedule as a vampire. Sleep during
the day�hunt at night.
"Do you need anything?" Nancy
asked, standing up. "Giles just got back from the store, so there's food
in there."
"You can sit back down," Buffy
said. "I think I can remember where the kitchen is." Buffy walked out
of the living room, ignoring the comments she heard about her behavior coming
from the Slayer and her lackeys.
"Buffy, you're awake!" Giles said
as he saw her come in.
"Yeah. I'm a late sleeper, what with
the staying up all night to vanquish the undead and all�"
"No, that's fine. Nancy often sleeps
late as well for the same reason." Giles cleared his throat. "I was
just unpacking the groceries. If you're hungry, there's more food than there
was last night."
Buffy looked at the brown paper bags filling
the kitchen. "I'd say you went shopping� Planning on feeding an army,
Giles?"
He shifted a little. "I didn't know
what you like."
Buffy gave him what could've been the
beginnings of a smile. "Well, I'm sure I can find something in all of
this." She went to a bag, her eyes brightening slightly as she saw what
was in it. "Ooh�frozen pizza."
Giles's mouth turned up in a wry smile as he
turned on the oven. "Better put in a couple of them. Those children out
there eat everything in sight."
Buffy pulled out two boxes.
"Noted." She opened the first box, pulling the pizza out of its
plastic bag before moving to the next one. "You loved her, didn't
you?" she asked suddenly.
The question startled Giles, but he didn't
have to ask who she meant. Joyce�
"Yes. I did. I wanted to marry her, but she wasn't ready."
"I didn't�I didn't know she was seeing
anyone," Buffy said softly, staring down at the frozen pizza.
"She didn't want you to get attached to
me in case things didn't work out," Giles explained. "And I was in
England most of the time, so we only got to see each other rarely."
"Did she�did she ever talk about
me?"
"Always. You were the center of her
world, Buffy. She wanted nothing more than your happiness."
The silence that followed was broken by the
ding of the oven, letting them know that it was heated. Buffy put the pizzas
in. "Timer?"
"There's one on the microwave,"
Giles replied.
Buffy nodded, setting the timer for the
pizzas. "Want help with the groceries?" she asked.
"No, I can handle it. I have a system
in the pantry, and I don't much care for explaining it right now."
Buffy smirked. "Yeah, now you sound
like a Watcher."
Giles gave her a look, but said nothing in
response to that. He began to unload another bag, but stopped, cereal box in
hand. "I have a picture of you she gave me. In my wallet."
Buffy looked towards him sharply. "You
do?"
"Yes. It was your four year old
pre-school picture. I knew�I know you aren't my daughter, but I'd wished you
would be. In retrospect, I suppose it was a bit of a pipe dream, but I thought
we'd all be together someday. That you, Joyce, and I could be a family."
Buffy pushed down the lump that formed in
her throat. She didn't have time for emotions, not when she was this close to
avenging her mother. "The Slayer doesn't get to have a family."
"No, I guess she doesn't." Giles
cleared his throat. "But I was young then. I didn't understand things the
way I do now."
Buffy turned, staring at the microwave as
the numbers counted down.

***
*** ***
Buffy forced herself to eat despite the fact
that her appetite seemed to have waned following her conversation with Giles.
If she was going to face Spike that night, she would need all the energy she
could get.
The Slayer and her friends seemed to be
perfectly content, however. They were seated on the end of the table opposite
from Buffy, engaged in a conversation that they'd made no attempt to include
the blonde in. Not that she really cared. She certainly didn't have a place in
her life for friends, and she thought it was crazy that the Slayer thought
otherwise about her own life. Didn't she know that all Slayers did was wait around
to die?
"It'll be dark soon," Buffy said,
tiring of the inane chatter at the other end of the table. "Shouldn't we
be thinking about getting ready to hunt?"
"I don't 'hunt,'" Nancy replied,
looking down the table towards Buffy. "I patrol."
"Whatever, Sergeant Slayer. When are we
going to patrol?"
"We don't have to rush out as soon as
the sun goes down, Buffy," Nancy said. "Vampires usually don't."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Please. For
vamps, the sunset means dinner bell. Didn't they teach you anything in Slayer
school?"
"Hey, Nancy's a good Slayer,"
Xander snapped. "She knows how to do her job."
"A Slayer's job is to get herself
killed. It's all she's good for," Buffy said.
"Hey! Don't talk about Nancy that
way!" Xander yelled. "She's a good Slayer. She knows how to stay
alive."
"Oh yeah?" Buffy replied.
"Why don't you ask her? You know, don't you Nancy? You know you have an
expiration date and the clock's just ticking away. Waiting until some demon
finally gives you the death you were born for."
"Don't talk to her like that!"
Xander jumped up, pointing at Buffy. "Just because Spike took a bite out
of your mother doesn't mean Nancy's going to end up the same way."
Buffy's eyes narrowed. So Nancy had filled
her friends in on who Buffy was and why she was there� "Don't you ever speak about my mother," Buffy
said, her tone almost a growl. "She was a better Slayer than Nancy could
even dream of being."
Xander opened his mouth to speak again, but
before he could, Nancy stood up, slamming her hands down on the table.
"Stop it! Both of you. This bickering won't do anyone any good."
Xander sat down, looking slightly sheepish.
"Sorry, Nan. I was just trying to�"
"I know. And I do appreciate it.
Really."
Buffy got up, her anger far from gone.
"I'm going to get weapons, and then I'm heading out to find Spike. If you
want to quit playing social butterfly and actually act like a Slayer, you can
come to."
Nancy sucked in a deep breath. "I can
do my job, Buffy. I've been doing it from two years."
"Color me not impressed," Buffy
replied, walking out of the room before Nancy or one of her friends could say
anything else. She had more important things to do than deal with them.
Buffy opened her one bag, everything she had
to her name inside. She pulled out her crossbow, running her hand over it. It
was one of the two things she still had of her mother's, the other being the
cross that hung around her neck.
She thought it would be a fitting weapon to
kill Spike with. Would give her mother that final bit of justice.
"Buffy?"
Buffy grimaced at the sound of Nancy's
friend's voice. She turned, the crossbow still in her hand. "What? Willow,
right?"
"Yeah. And, um, could you maybe point
that someplace else?" Willow asked. "Not that I think you're going to
shoot me or anything, they just make me nervous."
Buffy lowered the crossbow, though her dark
expression remained firmly in place. "Come to add to what Xander had to
say? Defend the almighty Nancy the Vampire Slayer?"
Willow shook her head. "No. I mean,
Nancy and Xander are both my friends, but what he said�about your mom and
Spike�that was wrong. He just has this problem where every time he opens his
mouth, his foot automatically goes in it. We've tried to find something for it,
pills�maybe a cream�but so far it's been a no-go."
Buffy couldn't help the tiniest grin from
forming. "I've heard it's a side effect of having your head up your ass.
Less space for the foot to travel or something."
Willow smirked. "Possibly." She
sobered, starting again. "See, the thing with Xander�he's got feelings for
Nancy. They dated a little when she first came to Sunnydale, but, well, she had
the big yen for Angel, and that pretty much prevented anything from going very
far."
"So she broke his heart and he's still
hanging around?" Buffy made a sound of disbelief. "Guy must be quite
the glutton for punishment."
"He thinks she'll 'come to her senses'
and get back together with him," Willow said. "He sure it'll happen
any day now that Angel's back to being Angelus."
"But it's not going to, is it?"
"No, I don't think it is. Nancy's still
reeling from the fact that her first love went all evil and tried to kill
her."
"That's what happens when you fall for
a vampire," Buffy said. "I heard that this 'Angel' got a soul shoved
in him by gypsies or something, but that really didn't change anything. An
animal with a soul is still an animal. Nothing can change what a vampire is,
nothing can make them love or even care. They're demons at the core and they
always will be."
Willow shifted, and Buffy could tell the
conversation had become uncomfortable for her. There was something in her
expression that told Buffy that she agreed some with what she had to say, at
least a little bit, but at the same time, accepting and admitting that would
make her feel as if she was betraying her friend. "He was different with a
soul. He helped us, and he loved Nancy. But now�"
"Now he's just showing his true
colors," Buffy said, her grip on her crossbow tightening. "I'll dust
him if I get a chance, too. I don't care what Nancy has to say about it."
Willow's gaze turned down slightly.
"Nancy knows it needs to be done. Our only hope of re-ensouling him is
gone."
Buffy's eyebrow quirked. "How exactly
were you going to do that?"
"Ms. Calendar, the computer science
teacher at Sunnydale High, was a member of the gypsy clan that cursed Angelus
in the first place. She was working on how to translate the spell when
Angelus�"
"Killed her," Buffy finished for
her.
Willow nodded. "Snapped her neck and
left her in Giles's bed to find. It was awful."
"Why did he leave her there?"
Buffy asked, though as soon as the question was out of her mouth she realized
the answer. "She and Giles were�"
"Yeah. I think he was in love with
her."
Despite her attempts to keep her emotions in
check, Buffy's heart went out to Giles. He'd lost two women that he loved, both
to vampires. She knew he had to be hurting in a way very similar to the way she
was. In that moment, it became more for her than just a vengeance quest for her
mother. It was also for the man that could have been her father. She'd put an
end to both Spike and Angelus, and maybe Giles could know a little peace, too.
When Buffy said nothing in return, Willow
spoke again. "I didn't really mean to get into all of this, I just� I
wanted to tell you that while Nancy is my friend, I'd�I'd like you to be, too.
You seem�really lonely."
"I appreciate the offer, but friends
aren't something I want or need. I mean, you seem like a nice enough girl and
all, but I'm on a mission here, and I don't really have time for chatting about
boys while we paint each other's nails."
"You can't be alone all the time,"
Willow said. "Everyone needs someone."
"I have a mission," Buffy replied.
"It's enough."
"But what happens when you kill Spike?
What then?"
Buffy felt a small amount of gratitude
towards Willow for not doubting her ability to kill Spike. Nice to know someone
didn't think she was incompetent� "I don't know," she replied
honestly. She turned around, grabbing a stake from her bag and putting it in
the side pocket of her cargo pants. "But right now, I have to go
hunting." She walked past Willow and out the door, not slowing down long
enough for anyone to stop her.

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"The moon is calling, my sweet. It will
wake soon, and so shall you."
Spike kept his eyes shut as he wondered when
exactly Drusilla waking him had become more of an annoyance than a pleasure. Probably when she started doing it with his scent all over her, he thought grimly.
"Let him sleep the night away if that's
what he wants. He's never any use on a hunt away."
The sound of his grandsire's voice grated,
but Spike refused to let himself be goaded. It was too early in the evening to
deal with all of that. He needed to feed first.
Drusilla whimpered. "He never wants to
play with Mummy anymore. He just waits for the Sunshine to come and take him
away�"
Angelus laughed loudly at that. "I
wish. He'd be a lot less irritating as a pile of dust."
"Oooh�but I want him to come with us,
Daddy."
Spike opened his eyes then, meeting Dru's
wide gaze. It hadn't been that long ago that the idea of hunting with Drusilla
would've brought him bounding to his feet. But since Angelus's return, that had
changed. Spike would find himself lagging behind as Dru watched with the glee
of an evil child as Angelus tortured his latest meal. The elder vampire's
posturing for Drusilla made Spike nothing more than bored. He could remember
things being this way in the past, before the onset of "Angel," but
at that time he hadn't had decades of Dru to himself. Watching Drusilla focused
so intently on someone other than him now took the sweetness out of the hunt.
"I'll catch up later, pet," he
said. "You go have your fun."
Drusilla surprised him when she stepped back
from the bed with a hiss. "You won't come at all. The pixies are
whispering to me, and you're going to be a very naughty boy if you stay. Come
now or I shan't let you have any cake."
"I'm not in the mood for cake,
Dru," Spike snapped as he sat up.
"No," Drusilla spat. "You
want spun sugar and lemon drops."
"As amusing as this lovers' quarrel for
the insane is, can we get going? I'm hungry," Angelus said, a bored
expression on his face as he stood in the doorway to the bedroom.
Drusilla turned away from Spike, going to
her sire. Angelus took her hand, giving Spike a mock salute before leaving.
Spike growled, flopping back on the bed.
This was getting to be too much. He found himself actually missing Darla. At
least she'd managed to pull some of Angelus's attention away from Drusilla. But
now� Things had gotten to the point that Spike had actually entertained the
crazy notion of helping the Slayer kill her pointy-haired wanker of an ex.
He got out of the bed, angrily gathering his
clothes. He needed to kill something.

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I've had several questions as to whether or
not Spike killed Joyce. I'm not going to answer this here, or as a response to
any of the reviews where the question has been asked because that would spoil
things for the readers who don't want to know. But, if whether or not you want
to keep reading this story depends on the answer to that, then email me (addie_logan@yahoo.com) and I'll let you
know. I can see where that would be an issue for some readers, and I'll be
happy to answer that in a way that won't ruin things for the other readers.
Thanks to everyone who's been reviewing, and
I really hope you'll keep it up. This story is different than anything I've
written before, which makes me all the more curious to know what people are
thinking. I write primarily to please myself, sure, but I could do that and not
post it on the internet for other people to read. (Not that I have any
intention of stopping my posts. Don't panic.) If I'm going to take the time to
present the story to others, I'd like to know what they think of it. I hope you
can all understand that. :)
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