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Challenges	By : obsessivecreature Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 4853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5
Tom sat on a branch just above Buffy’s head, his feet dangling but unseen from the leaves around him; he looked down at her from his little hiding place. He listened to them gab a second or two before they headed off into the night.
He had met the slayer! If he killed this one it would be he’s second. She seemed easy enough, but if she was this easy of a target, where had Spike gone too and why hadn’t he killed her? This made no sense, Spike was a smart lad, and he wasn’t stupid enough to just disobey direct orders if it meant he’d be dusted for it later. Maybe Spike was waiting. Yeah, that had to be it; Spike was waiting for his five years to be up so that he could meet up with Tom. But why would Spike want to see Tom? That would be strange because after all…Spike had hated him. Some kind of authority figure hating thing. But then again, maybe Spike was dead already. Oh well, after all this was a dangerous occupation.
The dark haired vampire jumped down from his perch from the tree.
This town did have its possibilities, a little kerosene here and little fire there; it might be a fun town to stay in for a while until he burnt it down to the ground. He smirked at the thought, but suddenly he felt a hand clamped around his neck and pulled him back into a headlock, a very tight headlock at that. From the years of training in the Malus, Tom quickly assessed the problem and grabbed the person’s arm, arching his back forward and making his attacker roll onto his back and land to the ground in front of him. The Brit looked down, flipping his bangs to one side. His eyes flashed annoyance and also an amount of playfulness as he saw who had managed to sneak up behind him. “Spike?”
The blond vampire had landed on his back and now looked up at his old buddy, his lips in a cocky grin as he lay on the dark cemetery grass. “ Sorry mate, didn’t figure you for a fellow who would show up unannounced, bothering my slayer?” He put both hands by his head on the ground and flipped himself up with a forward kick. He stood and turned around to face Tom. “ Your two nights early.” Spike rushed forward and grabbed Tommy's neck without warning, pushing his back up against a tree near by, nearly mimicking the slayers move in every right.
The other vampire chuckled as he gripped Spikes wrist in one of his hands, twisting it around fluently until Spike was forced forward and into the tree trunk. Spike cheek was smashed up against the bark there. “Well, you never call you never write…” He said, talking casually held Spikes arms unmovable. “Five sodd’in years go by and the slayers still ALIVE!!! WHY?”
Spike horse kicked back into Tom’s stomach and turned around, standing in a proper manner. “ You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
The other vampire recovered and stood only feet from his opponent. He stepped forward and faked a punch, sending his right fist towards Spikes face.
Spike caught Tommy's fist inches before his face and upper crossed with his left hand sending him back once again.
Spike hadn’t seen Tom in 5 years? And every time they met this was always the outcome, they’d fight.
Tom, Spike was sad to admit, was a better fighter. Tom had lived and breathed fighting his whole life, and then unlife, until now. But Tom didn’t have ‘the fire’ like Spike did, and although Tom would never admit to it, he knew that that was something a fighter needed to be successful. The fire was a thing that no one could just teach you. If that were true, Tom would have been the best a long time ago. No, ‘the fire’ was something that was just in you, which would always be in you. It was a spark, a bolt of electricity that kept you going and held you stronger then your opponent. Sometimes, when Tom was fighting with an enemy, he could almost feel it coming again; that spark he could almost remember, like shadows of a memory... but Tommy had lost that human like trait with his soul after he had been turned. The spark had dissopeared with his soul, and he was simply playing chess, not feeling the game. Of course, that didn’t explain why Spike still had that whisical like mind- that passion. Why could Spike just gather up emotions like that and use them.... as a souless creature? How could he just push all of that anger, jealously, rage and passion and put them where they belonged, into his fists? Was is that Spike was younger? Did his demon just remember his old human life clearly? For that, Tom was admittedly jealous of Spike.
Block.Grab.Wrap around and trip.
Tom held Spikes hand behind his back now in a submissive hold and tripped him to the ground. “Give?”
“ What do you mean, I never give AAAAHHHh!”
“No, you don’t give…but you shoulder could…maybe all that time with the slayer made you soft.”
Spike raised an eyebrow and squirmed under Toms painful hold. “Your not supposed to do me in for two more nights, ‘member?”
Tom shrugged and let go of his former team mate, backing up as he turned around.
Spike stood and faced the vampire. “ Let’s get down to business Tommy, you’re here to take my place, not to play around with the girl.”
“ Oh, so now you’re keeping an eye on her?"
"Tommy, you know better then to get in the way of my kill…stay away from her.”
“ Oh come Spike, I was just having some fun.”
“ What would happen to you if I called up the order…tell ‘em what your doing…not playing by the rules?.”
“ Hey, no need to get the ‘Order’ in this. Besides, you’ve had five years.”
“ I got side tracked.”
“ Really? Word was…you’ve been hanging around this town for a tiff. So you’re finally going to kill her then now hum? In two days. Good thing, I’d hate to have to teach you your final lesson."
Spike began to laugh.“ Yew, you think you can kill me?”
“Lets face it Spike, you’ve never really beaten me.”
“Beat you in a what, Fonzie look alike contests?”
“You know what I mean…word is you’ve gone soft; it’s been spreading like wild fire. Your nothing anymore mate, you used to be a legend but now look at you. It’s taken you five years to kill a slayer…not to mention what happened with Dru…”
“ Fuck off!”
“ Oh, hit a nerve there... that’s right, Dru and you split up. Wow, the ‘Order ' certainly does keep good tabs on its members. They even told me what she dumped you for. Man, she must have been very unsatisfied if she needed a slimy chaos demon to make ‘er happy.”
Spike face morphed and he charged ahead, wrapping his fingers tightly around the other vampire’s neck and pushing him to the ground. Tom didn’t even see it coming and was quite surprised he was able to do it that fast. Tom looked up into the eyes of the younger vampire; that fire was in those eyes and it burned. “You don’t know what happened! Stay away and let me do my bloody job! GOT IT!?”
Tom half nodded under Spike grip as he let go.
Tom laughed lightly. “ I see you haven’t changed after all Spike, just remember what I told you and consider it carefully. Two nights.” He rubbed his neck carefully and stood, turning the other way and walking off.
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