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TITLE: He's Back

AUTHOR: Lisa Drexel

EMAIL: lisayd@swbell.net

SUMMARY:

What would've happened if Angelus really lost his soul during the episode, Enemies during Season 3? M/F, M/M, F/F

RATING: NC-17

DISCLAIMER: I don't own nothing--except for the plot--and you know what

they say about there hasn't been an original thought in over 2000

years...so, even that's in question, but I did try my best. :) The rest of

it--characters and universes are owned by Fox Television, WB network,

Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon...I'm just borrowing them for my own sick

pleasures...

FEEDBACK: Of course!

He's Back

by

Lisa Y. Drexel

Chapter One

As the blond vampire ran over the Welcome to Sunnydale sign the second time in less than six months, he realized that once again it was because of Drusilla that he came back to the Hellmouth.
But this time it was because of her visions and not for some fool's mission to somehow win back the love of his unlife.
Nope, now he had her.
At least he did, until the visions.
It was pretty much up in the air now. For all he knew, once she woke up three days before and discovered Spike had left, she could've found a couple of minions to take her back here as well. Not to find Spike, of course.
But for him.
Her daddy.
His sire.
Angelus.
Spike heard himself growl and felt his demon take over and he welcomed it. If what she saw was true, he would need his demon to fight his sire�to send the bloody asshole back to Hell where he belonged. He knew that if he succeeded, he might end up in Hell with the prick, but it was a chance he was willing to take.
Fury and rage propelled him upward from South America back to Sunnyhell. Rage against his sire�a red hot anger that had yet to die with the knowledge that both the demon and the soul of Angelus spent more than two hundred years in Hell.
And he was furious at the Slayer for not being able to keep her legs shut tight against Peaches�inviting the bloody bloke back to terrorize everyone�demon and human alike.
For over three days, that anger pushed him beyond even vampiric endurance, as he snuck out of his lair just before dawn and began the long drive north so he could either prevent Angelus from re-emerging and to kill the bastard if he did come back.
The world just wasn't big enough for both Spike and Angelus to be both undead and kicking. Not after last year, when Spike watched his whole life become systematically destroyed by his once mentor, friend and yes, lover. More than any being alive, Spike despised Angelus. And if it was the last thing he did, he would make sure the bloody prick was dust.
Reversing the car, he pulled his Desoto back onto the street and headed towards the Slayer's house. No matter how much the girl said she hated Spike, she was the only one alive that hated Angelus as much as he.

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Buffy laid in bed, her heart thumping loudly and prayed. Their plan was simple: ensnare Faith. Find out if she was really in league with the Mayor or discover if she had somehow decided to go undercover without informing the rest the 'Scooby' gang. As much as Buffy wanted�no, needed to believe the latter, in her heart Buffy knew that Faith had chosen the 'dark' side. All the signs were there. Her anger, distrust, her lust of death and violence. Her denial of pain when she accidentally killed the Mayor's assistant. How, no matter how hard Buffy, Giles and her mother tried, she steadfastly refused to allow herself to trust them.
Her mother offered her home to Faith and the other Slayer refused, choosing to live her life in squalor instead. And the bitch of it all, was Faith never let anyone forget while Buffy, Xander, Willow, Oz and Cordy lived in nice homes with heat and air conditioning and family, she was forced to live her life in a hotel room, alone. It didn't matter at all that she chose that existence�it was still everyone else's fault that she was there.
And then there was Xander.
Faith nearly killed him and then claimed she was just 'playing' around. It didn't matter that Xander had bruises that decorated his neck that said it was not a game. It didn't matter that Xander was Buffy's friend.
And that attempt on Willow's life. Sure, Buffy knew that every human was a potential meal for vampires, but the local vamps had a tendency to stay away from the Slayer's friends and family�knowing that if they did kill one of her own, the fight would become personal. Everyone�demons included--remembered what happened the year before when Angelus had terrorized the Slayer's people. No one was safe. And as much as demons love to wreak havoc, they were smart enough to know that pissing off Buffy was not in their best interest. So, an unspoken truce was rendered. Keep it professional. They do their evil and the Slayer's do their slaying. That way the fight was clean, almost tidy, in comparison to the year before. The best thing about it was Buffy didn't have to worry nearly as much about her friend's lives as she had the year before.
Which led her back to hoping and praying that Faith was still on the side of the 'white hats.' Because if she did choose the Mayor as an ally, then once again the battle would be brought back home.
The plan was simple, but the knot in her gut that formed in the beginning of the night had yet to diminish. Instead it had grown, leaving her both restless and agitated.
The Slayer sighed, rolling over onto her side, hugging a pillow and closed her eyes and finally slipped into an uneasy sleep�silently praying that she was wrong. That when she woke up in the morning everything would be all right.

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Parking his car around the block from her house, Spike quickly got out and ran towards the Slayer's home. The further into Sunnyhell he drove, the more 'off' it felt. The usual evil currents that all good demons revel in, had jumped nearly as high as it had been the year before, during the time with Acathla. In any other time, Spike would've loved it. But now, all it seemed to do was pound in the feel of doom that Spike had been fighting since he left Brazil.
What if he was too late?
He shook his head�not really wanting to think that far and turned his attention to the tree that he'd seen Angel as well as Angelus climb countless times, and jumped for the lowest branch. He then swung his body up and within minutes he found himself inside her room�watching her struggle in her dreams.
Moaning softly, she flipped over onto her back, the sheets that covered her body, slipping sensually down, revealing a royal blue silk camisole. Her nipples were erect and appeared to be pushing against the material, causing part's of Spike's anatomy to press uncomfortably against his jeans. He shook his head in amazement, wondering what kind of gods would send such a beautiful creature to this place solely to kill his kind.
Whoever they may be�they had a sick sense of humor.
Adjusting himself, he found himself grinning as his mind played out one of his most prominent fantasy's: the seduction of the Slayer. Even though both of their extincts were to kill one another�Spike knew for a fact, he had the same effect on her as she did on him.
She may hate him�but she lusted after him. He smelt her arousal every time their bodies were pressed against each other. He hardened�she became wet and wanting.
He shook his head, silently cursing himself. Dru was right. If lusting after the Slayer was any indication, he was getting soft. Time to get the show on the road, he thought to himself as he walked softly over to her bed and studied the situation.
First things first, he thought as he picked up the stake from her bed stand and stuffed it in his pocket. I wonder if she keeps that for me? I'm touched. He looked upwards, eyeing the cross that hung on the bedpost and picked the offending object up by its chain and carefully placed it under the bed�out of her reach.
He then looked down at her. One arm was flung over her face; her other hand was clutching and unclutching the bed spread as her body moved back and forth.
Bracing himself for the fury she was guaranteed to unleash, he grabbed both hands and plopped down on top of her at the same time�immobilizing her.
"Morning, luv," he said, his voice laced with humor as he watched her green eyes flash in anger.

Gods, this felt too good, he thought to himself as he felt his cock harden once again.
"Spike!" she hissed, trying to yank herself out of his grasp. "What the hell are you doing here? In my bedroom? In my bed!"
He chuckled lightly, suddenly wanting to see her blush�force her to acknowledge his effect on her. It didn't have to be verbally�a nice aroma of arousal mixed in with a good, honest blush would do.
He bent his head down to her ear, and lightly blew into it�feeling her shiver in response. Grinning, he spoke. "Not that I wouldn't mind a shag or a hundred with you, that's not why I'm here."
Growling, she pulled on her arms once again, as a deep, beautiful shade of red spread from her chest upwards to her face. One down, he thought to himself and then felt her nipples even tighten more�poking him.
He pushed his lower body down more, settling himself in between her legs.
She whimpered as a wave of muskiness hit his senses.

Ah! Did it!
"Spike," she said, her voice low and threatening.
"Luv, I wouldn't do that if I were you. You know how much violence turns us demons on," he said conversationally.
She then pushed her body upwards�trying to knock him off her�only to inflame his senses more. Damn her! he thought as he reigned in his very much alive sexual responses and sighed dramatically. "Come on, luv. You can't tell me you've never felt a man turned on before. I know you did have a go with your lap boy once and if Dru's visions have any truth to them, I'd say you've fucked and fucked up once again."
"Bastard�" she stopped and frowned, her lower lip sticking out in such an enticing manner that it took some will power to keep him from ravaging her right there and then�Angelus be damned. "Dru's visions?"
He nodded. "That's why I came back. Can't have that bloody arse running around trying to destroy the world and steal my women again."
"Women?" She frowned and then suddenly her eyes widened. "That's it! That's what I've been feeling! Spike! Let me up�I've got a Slayer to stop!"
"You're not going to stake me then, pet?"
She shook her head impatiently. "Not if you move your dead ass, I won't!"
"Luv, it's not my ass you feel," he said, whispering in her ear.
She growled.
"Ah, you love me, Slayer! Admit it!" he said as released her and stood up, instantly missing her warmth.
"Finally," she muttered as she slipped out of bed. She turned on her bedside lamp and headed straight to her closet.
Spike leaned against her desk, enjoying the view as she pulled out a pair of jeans and slipped them on over her panties. "So, luv, are you going to fill me in?"
She grabbed a sweatshirt and turned around to face him. "Did you ever meet the other Slayer, Faith?"
He shook his head as he watched her pull the sweatshirt over her head. "Nope, can't say I have�but I have heard of her."
She nodded, frowning as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She sighed and turned back towards her bed post. "Where's my cross, Spike?" her voice laced with exasperation.
"Underneath your bed," he said, smirking.
"Asshole," she muttered as she squatted down and reached under her bed. "Got it." She then sat down on the edge of the bed and began putting on her socks "Well, Angel, Giles and I suspect that she's joined forces with the Mayor. You do know about the Mayor, don't you?"
"Aye luv, every demon that's interested in Sunnyhell knows of the Mayor. His ascension coming up, isn't it? And if the other Slayer joined him, that would make your job a helluva lot harder, wouldn't it?"
She nodded once again as she stood up and grabbed a black duffel bag. Opening it, she pulled out three stakes and began tucking them in various hiding spots around her body. "The plan was that Angel and I would have a huge falling out in the middle of the Bronze�and end up fighting outside. We made sure Faith was around, heard Angel say that he wished that he was Angelus again�if only so he could snap my neck and we leave�in opposite directions. Both beaten and upset.
"She fell for it. With Oz following her, Faith went to the mansion and came on to him. He responded�with enthusiasm." she stopped and closed her eyes. Spike could tell this killing her. "They ended up leaving together. The last anyone saw of Angel was both him and Faith going inside of City Hall."
Spike frowned, wondering if Faith was really that dense. Anyone who knew Peaches, knew that he was a pansy ass as Soulboy...
"Luv, how did you expect this to work?"
She rolled her eyes. "Easy. Anyone who knows of Angel's past�of all of our group�s past, knows of the conflicts, mistrusts and anger. Also, we finally know who let him out of Hell. Who's to say that the First Evil isn't there�still egging him on, like it had done over Christmas? And last but not least," she stopped and bit her lip in frustration. "The fight was started because I was dancing with Xander. "
Spike chuckled softly, remembering what Angelus told him about Buffy's dancing. "Dancing, luv? Or was it making love with your clothes still on?"
She smiled. "The second. Xander," she giggled. "He was going nuts. I almost felt sorry for him--even though it was planned. And I'm sure that some of that anger that Angel showed was real." She sighed and met his eyes. "I did my job well."
Spike mulled over what she told him and wondered what was going to go wrong. Obviously something, or Drusilla wouldn't have had the vision. And if Spike learned anything after spending over a hundred and twenty years with his princess was that her visions were eerily on the mark.
"Spike, are you sure you want to help?" she asked, bring him out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw her free hand clasping the bedroom door knob. "You know, Dru will never take you back if you do."
He smirked at her. "Luv, I figured that out in Mexico. But, I also know, if he does return I lose her anyway. Damned if I do, damned if I don't. Besides, I'd bet you that if he comes back, you and your little friends won't be only ones he'll be out to kill. Angelus never did take too kindly to betrayal."
She nodded once and opened the door. "Let's go then. I have to leave a note for my mom first."
Shocked at first, he followed, silently wondering when she started to do that. Then he remembered, Joyce Summers now knew of Buffy's fate and probably insisted on knowing where her daughter went off to when her duty called.

Only on the Hellmouth, he thought to himself as he watched her scribble a note and stick it on the refrigerator. He glanced at the microwave, checking out the time and silently calculated the remaining time he had until he had to find some place to stay during the day. Four hours until dawn. Would it be long enough?
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