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Title: Spike's First Slayer

Author: Venus Blue

EMAIL: boreanazgrrl@yahoo.com

Summary: Set after "The Gift." Buffy wasn't the only Slayer to win 
Spike's heart, or to break it.

Author's Note: I am ignoring all that we know from FFL, just 'cause I 
like taking something that God created (God being Joss, of course) and 
making it my own. So please r/r. 'Cause you love me. Warning: Character 
Death.

Disclaimer: Two words…Grr…argh.

Spoilers: No true BTVS/Angel fan can say they are spoiled by this fic. 
If you haven't seen or heard anything about the ending to "The Gift," 
you should probably leave now. And go bash your head with a rock.

Rating: PG

Distribution:  Pfft.  Like anyone wants anything of mine.  But if you 
do, just let me know, so I can go visit and stare in awe.

Added note: I'm going through major feedback withdrawal.  Like, in a 
bad bad way, since ff.net is down.  I realized there are several lists 
I'm on that I have not posted to, so here goes.  Have I mentioned the 
feedback withdrawal yet?

Dedication:  To Vashti, b/c no one has ever dedicated a fic to me, and 
she dedicated a fabulous fic to me.

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"Thanks," Spike managed as Xander and Giles helped him back to his 
crypt. After they released him from their grip, he managed to hoist himself 
up on the lid of the tomb where he slept, carefully swinging his broken 
leg up and covering himself with his blanket.

Xander and Giles, both too absorbed in their own grief to worry about 
the vampire, quickly left.

Spike stared up at the stony, cracked ceiling of his crypt, refusing to 
let himself shed anymore tears. She was gone. There was nothing more he 
could do. He just had to move on with his life.

But he knew that wasn't going to happen. No matter what he told 
himself, he would never be able to move on.

Not again. 

Reaching into the pocket of his jeans, he pulled out the crumpled 
packet of cigarettes, and knocked one out. He tore the broken filter from 
it, and lit it, never taking his eyes off the ceiling.

Why? he kept asking himself. The fates must really have it in for me. 
They took away all the women I've ever loved in my life.

He thought of Buffy. He thought of Dru. And…he thought of her. He had 
tried not to think of her…he didn't want to remember her…he wanted to 
forget. He wanted to forget all the women of his life, especially her. 

Turning gingerly on his side, Spike screwed his eyes shut and tried to 
sleep. Images of Buffy leaping to her death ran behind his lids, and he 
shoved them to the back of his brain. And then images of her.

As Spike drifted off to sleep, he knew he would dream of her. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

ENGLAND-1798

"Emily? Are you here?"

William burst through the door of his beloved's house, a huge grin 
played out on his face.

"William? Is that you?"

Emily came out of the kitchen then, and William's smile got even wider. 
Even after all these years, her beauty still took his breath away.

"I missed you," she said, running up to him and enveloping him in her 
arms. He relished her embrace, his face buried in her soft red curls.

"Oh, and I missed you."

"Your mother stopped by today," she said, pulling away. "She wanted to 
know if you'd seen the tailor about your suit yet."

"My suit?" he said with mock ignorance.

"Don't tell me you forgot!" she said, a look of pretend annoyance on 
her face. "The wedding is only a month away!"

Laughing, he swept her up in his arms, spinning her.

"How could I forget the soon-to-be happiest day of our lives?"

"That's better," she said, giggling. "Now put me down! The dinner is 
going to burn!"

He did set her down, and after kissing her soundly, let her scurry into 
the kitchen to check the pot of stew that was simmering on the stove.

"I ran into Lord Leopold today. He told me some rather disturbing 
news."

"Oh, dear, what is it?"

"Apparently, they found the body of a young girl in the alley on Main 
Street last night."

"Oh, no, how horrible! Here, come taste this."

She held a spoon up, and he walked over, taking a small sip of the 
broth.

"Delicious."

 

"Hmm," she said, taking a sip herself, "needs something."

"It's perfect, and I'm ravenous. When will it be ready?"

"Any minute. Would you like to set the table?"

"Ah, yes, invite me over for dinner, then make me do the chores."

"Of course."

After the table was set, Emily served the stew with fresh baked bread 
and wine, and they sat down to eat.

"Have you spoken with your father about taking over his shop?"

"Yes, I did," he said, taking a sip of his wine. "He said after we're 
married, I'm more than welcome to stay on with him at the shop until he 
passes on, then it shall be mine. My brothers show no interest in it, 
preferring to lounge about like mongrels."

"Ah, they're young. They have yet to get their footing."

They talked about light subjects throughout the meal, then when they 
were through eating, she cleared the table and went into the kitchen to 
wash the dishes.

Still seated at the table, sipping his wine, William watched the 
scarlet-haired beauty bustle about the kitchen, humming softly to herself.

How did I ever get so lucky? he thought to himself.

As she dried the plates and put them away, he came up behind her, 
wrapping his arms around her waist. She smiled and leaned back into the 
embrace.

"Shall I stay the night tonight?"

Frowning, she said, "Oh, I think not, William. I can't have the 
neighbors spreading rumors about us, now can I?"

"Oh, forget the sodding neighbors," he said, planting kisses on her 
neck and jawbone. "They're all a bunch of-"

"William," she said, a warning resounding in her town.

Laughing he said, "Well, I do suppose there's plenty of time for that 
after we're married, right?"

"Absolutely."

Pulling out his pocket watch, he said, "My, it is getting late. I 
really should be heading on. See you tomorrow?"

"Of course."

They kissed, a long, lingering kiss that promised much more later, and 
then he left.

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After finishing up at his father's shop the next afternoon, William 
immediately headed for Emily's house.

Knocking briskly on the door, he tried the handle, as always, and found 
to his surprise that it was locked. Puzzled, he knocked a little 
louder, and waited. There was no reply.

Frowning, he looked through a window, expecting to see her scurry to 
the door, having just woken up from a light nap. Still there was nothing.

 

Strange, he thought to himself. She's always home when I get done with 
work.

Seeing one of her neighbors pass by, he stopped them.

"Lady Hargrove, have you perchance seen Emily?"


"Why, no, William. She left early this morning for the market, and I 
never saw her return. I assumed she went to visit you, and got 
distracted."

"No, haven't seen her myself. Thank you."

Ever more confused, William headed toward his house. If he had waited 
just a few more minutes, he would have seen Emily come up to the house, 
a handkerchief to her face as tears poured down her cheeks. She was 
followed by someone he had never seen before.

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"It can't be true! It just can't!"

"It is true, Emily. This is your birthright. You cannot deny it."

Emily sat on the chaise lounge in her drawing room, still crying. A 
tall, distinguished looking man stood near the fireplace, a stern 
expression on his face.

"But…but William and I…we are to be married!"

"You cannot. You have a sacred duty, and no one must ever know of it. 
You must break off your ties to him at once, for his own safety."

"But I love him!"

"Then you have no other choice. If you truly love him, you will send 
him away, never to see you again."

"I didn't ask for this. I don't want any of this!"

"You have no choice in the matter. It is your destiny."

He walked to a small table and picked up a framed photograph of 
William. He was dressed regally, a smile on his face as he waited for her to 
snap the picture. They were so in love…

"I'll return tomorrow. You know what you must do."

Still sobbing, she watched him leave her home. She took a shaky breath, 
dried her eyes, and grabbed her handbag.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Emily! I've been looking for you! I came by your house, and Lady 
Hargrove said-"

"William, we need to talk."

Seeing the grave expression on her face, he immediately became quiet. 
She walked into his parlor, and sat down on one of the chairs, not 
making eye contact with him.

"Emily, what is it? What's wrong?"

"William, I'm afraid…I'm afraid I can't see you anymore."

"What? Why on earth not?"

"I just…I don't have the same feelings for you that I used to."

Confused, he said, "I don't understand. We're to be married."

"I can't marry you William. It wouldn't be right for either of us."

"But, Emily…what are you talking about? Why, just yesterday-"

"I'm sorry, William. Things change. It's not your fault."

"Is it…have you found someone else?"

She immediately wanted to deny it, but instead said, "Yes. I'm afraid I 
have found someone else. I can't lie to you anymore. He…he is a 
merchant, and he's very wealthy. He'll be able to keep me happy for the rest 
of my life."

"And I…I can't make you happy?"

"No," she said, fighting the tears rising up in her throat. "You can't. 
I think it's best if we just both move on with our lives."

William felt as though the ground had dropped out from underneath him. 
Never in his life had he ever felt so…helpless.

"Emily, this isn't you. Something is making you act this way. I don't 
believe it."

"Believe it," she said harshly. "I don't love you. I don't want to be 
with you. I love someone else. It's simple as that. I'll never love 
you."

 

She stood to go, and he grabbed her forcefully by her arms.

"Look me in the eye!" he said, his voice full with emotion. "Look me in 
the eye and tell me you don't want to spend your life with me."

Mustering all the courage she could, she looked him squarely in his 
beautiful eyes and said, "I don't. Let go of me."

He did, and she walked out of the house, never once looking back at 
him.

He fell to the floor, sobs wrenching his body.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Barkeep! Another!"

The pub was especially rowdy that night. It seemed every man in town 
had heard that William had been dumped, and they all wanted to say 
something to him.

"Ah, mate, chin up. Girls will always break your heart. Mustn't let it 
get to you."

"Hey, how about we all chip in to buy William here a tavern wench?"

A loud cry arose from the crowd, and William downed his ale, motioning 
to the keep for another glass. He didn't want a wench. He wanted Emily 
back.

When his purse was empty, the keep threw him out, and he staggered up 
the London streets, tears pouring silently from his eyes. He stumbled 
and fell, his eyes fuzzy. He looked up and managed to see a lone figure 
standing over him.

"Emily?" he asked, his voice thick with alcohol.

"Ah, me son," said a deep male voice with a thick Irish brogue, "I may 
be a lot of things, but an Emily I am not."

William rubbed his eyes, and saw a very tall man looming over him. His 
long brown hair was held back in a ponytail, and he held himself with 
the grace of a baron.

Extending a hand, the man helped William up and said, "And what are ya 
doing out this late at night, might I ask?"

"Just having meself a drink. Ran out of coin."

"Ah, you don't need money. I can give you plenty to drink."

"Really?"

"For sure. Come with me."

William stumbled along behind the Irishman, wondering where he was 
taking him.

They turned a corner, and ran into a beautiful blonde woman of obvious 
noble birth, and a beautiful brunette temptress.

"Angelus," the blonde said happily, reaching up her arms to encircle 
his neck.

"Hello, me love."

 

They kissed passionately, and William watched, feeling jealousy creep 
into his bones.

"Who is this?" the blonde asked when they broke the embrace.

"Name's William," he slurred, holding out his hand. 

She placed her hand out, palm up, and he kissed it, noticing the man 
she'd called Angelus looking at her with murder in her eyes. He quickly 
let go of her hand. The brunette said nothing, simply watched the 
proceedings with bright green eyes.

"I'm Darla, this is Kathryn, and you've already met Angelus."

" 'Allo," he said, stumbling a bit. "Angelus here said he would get me 
some drink."

"Aye, that I did," Angelus said. William noticed a small smirk spread 
across Darla's face, and he wondered what that meant.

Angelus' back was to him, and when he turned, his face was horribly 
disfigured. Gasping in surprise, William took a step back, and was 
immediately grabbed tightly as Angelus grabbed his head, pushing it one side 
and burying his teeth into William's neck.

He cried out, and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he saw Darla 
smiling that same small smile at him, obviously pleased with the show. 
Kathryn's eyes twinkled brightly, and she linked arms with Darla, the two 
of them giddy as schoolgirls.

His vision began to blur, and he felt his feet going out from under 
him. He knew was about to die.

I love you, Emily, he thought. Just before he blacked out, he watched 
Angelus bite his own wrist, and move it toward his mouth.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Throwing the body aside, William looked to Angelus.

"Is that all there is for tonight? I'm still hungry."

"Ah, you learn fast," he said, his arm wrapped around Darla's waist. 
"I'm sure we can get a few more kills in before sunrise."

They made their way through town, when suddenly they heard a loud 
scuffling noise coming from an alley. Angelus held out his hand, motioning 
for them to stay where they were. He went on ahead, and peered around 
the corner.

"Dammit. It's the slayer. We've got to move."

"Angelus, don't tell me you're afraid of the slayer," Darla said, 
laughing.

He bristled at her words.

"I just prefer to be prepared is all."

"What's a slayer?" William asked, looking toward the alley.

"A girl. She kills our kind. You must stay away from her if you want to 
live."

Still looking toward the alley, William took a few tentative steps 
forward.

"It's suicide, me boy," Angelus said, but William kept going.

"Let him go," Kathryn said. "This should be interesting."

Peering around the corner, at first all he saw was a young woman 
wrestling a large demon. It was obviously a vampire, and she had the upper 
hand.

 

They spun quickly, and William gasped as he saw her face.

"Emily," he breathed.

The vampire's senses picked up the light word, and he spun, looking at 
William. Emily took the advantage, and shoved a large wooden stake 
through his heart. The vampire crumbled to dust, and Emily dusted herself 
off, trying to shake the remnants from her dress.

She looked up and saw him peering around the corner. Surprise crossed 
her face, and utter horror.

"William! Oh…I…"

"Emily?"

"It isn't what it looks like. I was just…you see…"

"You're the slayer?"

She stopped at this.

"How did you know what a slayer was?"

"How long have you been a slayer?" he asked, ignoring the question.

"Why…I…"

She suddenly stopped, peering at him a little more closely. She held 
out her hand, and lightly brushed the side of his face, feeling how cold 
he now was. She jumped back as though burned.

 

"Oh, no…" 

"William?" Angelus said, rounding the corner. "Are you ready to go 
yet?"

Emily's eyes darted from William to Angelus. She gripped her stake more 
tightly, knowing what she had to do.

"Slayer," Angelus said, his voice full of disdain. He moved towards 
her, but William held out a hand to stop him. Growling, he looked to his 
childe, obviously not understanding.

"Let's go. I'm still hungry, and I don't feel like sharing."

Still not buying it, Angelus said, "Fine. Let's go."

He left the alley, Darla and Kathryn in tow, and Emily said, 
"William…I'm so sorry…"

She rushed towards him, stake held high. William stood stock still, 
waiting for her attack. She stopped short, stake still in the air, not 
able to kill the man she loved so dearly. In a flash, William had her 
wrist in his hand, and he grabbed the stake, breaking it in half.

"Good-bye, Emily," he muttered, walking away.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Together, William, Kathryn, Darla, and Angelus cleaned out the village. 
Angelus continuously tried to kill the slayer, but William always 
stopped him. Finally one night, after being tossed to one side by his 
childe, Angelus exploded.

"What the hell is wrong with ya? She's the slayer, and she'll kill us 
if we don't kill her. Why do ya keep trying to stop me?"

William looked away, and Darla watched him closely.

"He's in love with her," she said, wrapping her arm through Angelus'.

"That's ridiculous," he told his lover. "She's a slayer. No vampire can 
love a slayer. She'll kill him faster than he can blink."

William still said nothing, preferring to stare at the ground. Kathryn 
stood to his left, her arms crossed.

"This is ridiculous. I'm bored of England. We should try-"

Her words were cut off by a sharp gasp, and she looked down at the 
sharp wooden point sticking out from the front of her dress.

"Oh, my," she managed before she crumbled to dust. Where she had once 
stood, there was Emily, a determined frown on her face.

Angelus roared and charged toward the girl, his hands reaching for her 
neck. Grabbing his sire, William threw him to the side, and Emily 
grabbed his throat.

"Emily," he choked out. 

"I'm sorry, William. I have to do this."

She raised the stake, and aimed it for his heart. He caught it midway, 
and kneed her in the stomach, causing her to lose her grip on his 
throat. 

They both fell to the ground, but he regained his footing first, 
grabbing her arms in much the same way he had done the day she broke off 
their engagement.

"I don't want to kill you," he said softly.

"Then I'll kill you," she said, her eyes dead.

He grabbed her throat with both hands, and closed his eyes, not bearing 
to see her face as he snapped her neck.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Spike woke from his dream, gasping for unneeded hair. His body was 
covered with sweat, his cheeks dripping with tears.

He pulled his soaked shirt off, and wiped his face. Standing up 
gingerly, he walked to the door of the crypt, opening it just enough to peer 
outside. He saw it was midday, the sun shining brightly. The world went 
on.

He sighed, and walked to the cabinet where he kept his clothes and 
cigarettes. He pulled out a scrap of paper and a pencil, and sat down to 
write a letter to Willow. Then he wrote one to Dawn, then Giles, and 
finally, even one to Xander.

Setting them each individually on the lid of the tomb, he removed a 
picture of Buffy from the cabinet. It was one of his favorites. She was 
patrolling the cemetery, and hadn't even noticed the flash. She had just 
dusted a vamp, and the stake was held high by her cheek, a satisfied 
expression across her face.

Taking one last look at the picture, he opened the door to his crypt, 
and walked out into the daylight. He screamed as his body burst into 
flames, the dust flying all around, settling on the threshold.

~finis

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