Title: The Emerald Coast
Author: Joyce
Rating: Pg-13 Swearing, implied sex, (no smut) if you can watch Buffy, you can read this. Also if you have a thing about the harming of seagulls don’t read this!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series characters. They belong to 20th Century Fox, and Joss Whedon. Also I am making no profit off this story. Please don’t sue, I’m just a poor college student.
Summary: First of all this is Buffy/Spike!!! It also contains a little Xander/Anya. The gang from both Sunnydale and LA, with the exception of Wesley, are headed down to Florida’s Emerald coast to stop a dark power yada yada yada! Spike is offered a second chance by the powers that be!
Spoilers: Anything up to the Season 4 finals of both Buffy and Angel is fair game.
Author’s note: Riley? Who’s Riley? :) / Feedback gives me happies!/ No seagulls were harmed in the writing of this story!

“Welcome to America’s Funniest Quarrels! I’m your host,...”

“Xander, Anya! Can you guys please turn the TV down? I’m on the phone!” Buffy Summers called out.

“Sorry Wes, you were saying?”

“When the moon is full, and the time is at hand, she will rise from the depths of the ocean and walk upon the Emerald Coast. Her name is destruction, and all in her path will be destroyed.”

“What does this have to do with me?” the slayer asked as she twirled the phone cord around her fingers.

The gang had gathered at her mother’s house for a beginning of summer party, when Wesley had called with news of the latest prophecy to avert.

“It’s very vague Buffy. However, there are references to Angel, Spike, and the slayer.” the young English man told her.

“Wow, that’s pretty specific for being so vague. So what’s the plan?” she asked.

“We have a client who will allow you to use his condo in Destin, Florida for the week. Mr. Nabbit is also funding the entire trip. He actually gave Miss Chase a credit card with no limit!” Wesley was still surprised how easy it had been to get David to do this.

“You will have to take a flight here to LA, you don’t have time to drive. From here you will take a connecting flight to New Orleans, where you’ll rent a car and drive into Florida. If you leave Sunnydale by 6pm tonight, you should make it to the condo around 3 am. That’s about 2 hours before sunrise.” the ex-watcher told her.

“And I was wondering if I’d even get a vacation this summer!” Buffy had never been to Florida, and was excited by the idea.

“Remember you must bring Angel and Spike, anyone else is up to you.”

“The Emerald City? Where the Wizard of Oz lives?” Xander asked excitedly.

“No, the Emerald Coast. It’s on the panhandle of Florida.” Giles corrected him.

“Well, that’s a horse of a different color!” Xander quoted.

Buffy rolled her her eyes at him. “So, who wants to go?”

“I don’t!” said a voice from the corner.

“Tough! You don’t have a choice, Spike.” she smirked at him.

Actually, Spike was looking forward to getting away from the Hellmouth. Since the Initiative and Adam had been destroyed, the blond vampire was trying to come to terms with the fact that he might never get the chip out of his head. He also felt different. He couldn’t explain it, but he had a feeling that things were about to change drastically in his unlife. He first noticed it when Buffy had come looking for him earlier saying that she needed his help. Of course he told her off, that was what she expected of him. She ended up dragging him by his ear to her house. He should have been outraged, but he liked the fact that she needed his help.

“Well, I want to go.” Anya said.

“You do? I thought you didn’t like us.” Willow was looking at her warily.

“Oh, I don’t like anyone but Xander.” she stated. “But I just got this new video camera, so that Xander and I could tape ourselves havi...”

“Honey! This is one of those things we don’t announce to everyone!” Xander was almost as red as Willow’s hair.

“Anyway, if I can catch a funny quarrel, I could win a million dollars. Then Xander and I could move out of the basement.”

Everyone stared at her in disbelief.

“What? You people fight all the time. Surely someone will think it’s funny!”

It was going to be a long trip.

Welcome to Florida’s Emerald Coast!
Simply Irresistible
Okaloosa County

-water tower on highway 98-

“There it is! Gulf Shore Drive!” Willow exclaimed as Xander drove past the street.

“Will! You’re supposed to give me more warning than that! You’re a lousy navigator!” the frustrated brunnettte snapped.

Although the drive from New Orleans to their condo in Destin was 2 and a half hours, with all the stops for restroom breaks, and Willow’s amateur navigating, they had been on the road for the better part of 4 hours.

“Oh, a quarrel!” Anya exclaimed as she got her camera ready. “Well, what do you want from me, Xander? I’ve never been on the East Coast before! It’s different here. It’s.... it’s...... it’s East!” the red-headed witch replied indignantly.

“If you’d pay attention to the map and not Tara....”

“Bloody Hell! Aren’t we there yet?” an impatient vampire yelled from the back of the rental van.

“Spike! I swear to God, if you ask that question one more time..” an annoyed slayer started in on the vampire to her right, but stopped as soon as the vampire on her left covered her hand with his own.

“The sun will be up in an hour. Spike and I need to get indoors.” Angel appeared calm, but Buffy could sense the tension running through him.

The last ten hours had been hard on all of them. Especially on Buffy, who now sat squashed between the two vampires in the backseat. If it hadn’t been for Angel’s calming presence, she would have ripped Spike’s head off with her bare hands by now.

“That wasn’t funny enough!” the ex-demon pouted, “Can’t you people try to be funny?!” This earned her several glares. Buffy opened her mouth to reply, when the van suddenly came to a stop, and Xander announced that they had arrived.

Buffy scrambled out of the ugly yellow and green van , that Xander had gleefully named “The Mystery Machine”, with the other passengers stiff, sore, cranky, and exhausted. The slayer looked around at her crew squinting in the predawn light.

Anya had finally put away her video camera,and was now rubbing Xander’s shoulders in a very suggestive way. Tara was pretending to listen to Willow babble about how different the Southeast was from California. Cordelia was unusually quiet, not sure where she fit in with this group anymore. Angel, feeling the same discomfort, went and stood beside her. Spike gave them all a look of distaste as he reached into his pocket for a cigarette. Seeing Buffy return his look of distaste, he smiled brightly at her and blew smoke on her face. Before yet another argument could break out between the two blondes, Giles announced that he would go check-in while everyone else should start unloading the van.

Sleeping conditions were not the greatest, seeing as how they were trying to sleep 9 people in a condo made for 6. But everyone was too exhausted to argue as Giles called out sleeping arrangements.

The Vamps got the first room. It had a queen size bed that, to both of their dismay, they would have to share. But there was only one small window that was covered with a thick curtain so it was the most sensible choice.

Buffy, Anya, Cordelia, and Willow squeezed into the huge king size bed in the master bedroom. Tara moved the love seat from the living room into the bedroom to sleep on. She was later joined by Willow, who had been kicked out of bed by Anya.

Finally, Giles and Xander would take the sofa bed, both deciding they’d rather be with each other than the vampires.

As the sun ascended into the Floridian sky, the gang from California feel into a deep dreamless sleep, as if their bodies knew of that now was the time to rest and prepare for the dangers that lay ahead.

Spike flipped over onto side to look at Angel. The dark-haired vampire appeared to be sleeping peacefully. The last time Spike had seen his sire, the blonde had had him tortured. So far, Angel had not mentioned the incident. In fact, the souled-one hadn’t said much to Spike at all. He’d only glare and tell the younger vampire to knock it off when he’d try to get a rise out of the Slayer. “Quit looking at me and go to sleep, Spike. You need your rest.” Angel hadn’t moved a muscle or opened his eyes.

“So you are awake, Peaches.” Spike smirked, but then grew serious. “Why haven’t you told everyone about what I did to you? Why didn’t you beat the crap out of me the second you saw me?”

Angel sighed and turned his head eyes opening. Chocolate brown met ice blue as he replied, “Cordelia had a vision about you.”

“Go on.” Spike felt a sense of dread fill him.

“It wasn’t very clear, but she said that you and Buffy were getting married in the sunlight. And it wasn’t because of some spell.”

Angel paused to collect his thoughts before continuing, “Already you can feel something inside changing. Soon you will have to make a choice, just like I did a long time ago. Like me, you could go either way.”

Spike looked scared and really didn’t understand what his sire was saying. Angel saw this, and tried to put him at ease, “You are my childe, Spike. I won’t leave you alone, I promise. And neither will Buffy.”

“She knows?!”

“No, but I know her, and I know how she’ll react.”

Spike was silent for a few minutes before he dramatically rolled his eyes, “This is nonsense! I’m not you, Angel! I’m only helping out now because it’s in my best interest. As soon as I get this soddin chip out of my head, I’ll kill the whole lot of you!” With that, Spike rolled to face away form Angel.

“By the time you get that 'soddin' chip out of your head, killing will no longer be an issue with you.” the older vampire retorted as he rolled to face away from his child.

“By the way, you seem to forget that I was in hell for 100 years. I can handle a lot more than being poked with a few hot sticks.”

Buffy awoke to the sound of Anya’s loud snoring. Struggling to open her heavy eyelids she peered at the digital clock sitting on the nightstand table. 10:45am glared back at her with harsh red numbers.

As quietly as possible, she left the bedroom shutting the door firmly behind her. Buffy had to bite back a laugh at the scene that greeted her in the living room. Spike was sprawled out at the foot of the sofa bed watching the tiny television. At the moment, the blonde vampire was enthralled in his favorite soap Passions. Giles and Xander slept on oblivious to the vamp at their feet.

“You know, Spike, if the other demons heard of your love of a soap opera, you’d be laughed out of Sunnydale!” Buffy teased him.

Spike didn’t even spare her a glance, too caught up in his show. On the other side of Spike was a tinted, sliding glass door leading to a balcony that she hadn’t noticed earlier. As she moved forward to check out the view, Buffy was startled by a low growl. Immediately she tensed and dropped into a fighting stance as slayer instinct took over.

“Move your arse Slayer! You’re blocking the telly!” the vampire scowled up at her.

Rolling her eyes, Buffy headed to toward the door, making sure to pull it open just enough to let a beam of sunlight come in and hit the blond vampire in the forehead. Spike swore he’d get her back as soon as his show was over.

On the balcony, Buffy stared at the magnificent view before her. Clear blue and aqua marine waters rolled toward her in waves crested in white. Hungry seagulls flew above the water occasionally diving for a fish that swam beneath the sparkling surface. The sand was so white she’d swear it was snow had it not been so warm. Down to her right was a swimming pool and she could hear the sounds of children playing carried up to her in the wild wind that whipped her blonde curls around her face. She was relaxed and peaceful deciding then that the long trip down there had definitely been worth it.

Suddenly something changed. She felt an uneasiness settle over her and began scanning the coast, looking for the cause of it. Her vision began to cloud and, as if someone had wrapped their hands around her throat, she started to choke. She gasped and sank to her knees calling out for Spike as she slipped into unconsciousness.

As a commercial came on the telly, Spike let his gaze turn to the Slayer standing outside the tinted glass doors. She looked absolutely beautiful and serene as she stared off into the ocean. Buffy was the most unusual Slayer that he had ever come across. He liked how she didn’t play by the rules. She’d made being a good guy look fun. He liked teasing her. He liked helping her. He liked her! Not that he’d ever admit that to anyone. Spike wasn’t too concerned about it though. In fact, he had reasoned that his liking her had to do with Angel. But in Spike’s mind, everything was Angel’s fault anyway.

Watching her now, Spike felt a pang of jealousy that she could stand out there bathed in the sun, while he had to hide from it. He wondered, not for the first time, about the vision that Cordelia had had. She had to be mistaken. Even if, for some absolutely bizarre reason, he and Buffy did decide to get married, how could he stand in the sun. This all fled from his mind, however, when he saw the blonde girl stiffen and fall to her knees. His keen vampire hearing detected her hoarse cry of his name before she slumped forward.

Acting quickly, Spike grabbed the blanket from Giles and Xander, who were still dead to the world. He tried to cover himself as much as he could before opening the glass door and darting out into the sun. His entire body felt like it was on fire as he scooped the petite girl up in his arms, and rushed back inside.

Once inside he looked for a place to lay her down. Her own bed was full, so Spike did the only sensible thing he could think of. He took her to his and Angel’s bed. Angel didn’t even stir as Spike laid the blonde girl next to him. She was breathing, that meant she’d be okay. Spike started to feel the pain from the burns on his arms and face. As he went to go find something to help stop the pain, he nearly collided with Cordelia who was waiting outside the bedroom door. The brunette just shook her head and handed him a bottle of green gel before going back to bed.

Buffy awoke a few minutes later to see Spike rubbing aloe vera gel on his arms and face. “Spike got sunburned?” she thought to herself. Surely she was dreaming.

When Spike saw that the Slayer had her eyes open, he looked relieved then annoyed as he said, “You made me miss scenes for next week!”

The blonde girl just blinked at him and rolled to face the other direction. As she drifted back to sleep, Buffy wondered, “Why is Angel in my bed?”

Buffy heard someone calling her name from far away. As she began to wake up she felt very heavy. Then realized that she was heavy because she had two sleeping vampires practically on top of her. Both were curled up against her purring with their heads on her chest listening to her heartbeat.

“Buffy!” Cordelia’s harsh whisper made the Slayer sit upright.

The may queen winced when she saw the vamps’ heads fall hard onto the pillows beneath them. Amazingly neither awoke.

“Cordelia! It’s not what you think ..”

“Spare me, Buffy! I don’t want to hear about you and your vampire bed games. Now come on! You, me, and a credit card with no limit have a date with the several shopping centers that are located in this wonderful part of the world!”

Buffy and Cordelia returned at about 5pm that evening with groceries, souvenirs, and even some beach clothes for the vamps. They saw Giles in the living room surrounded by thick old books. He offered them a small smile before picking up the phone to check in with Wesley.

Angel and Spike were seated at the dining table. The older vampire was reading some book in a foreign language, while the younger one was captivated by Xander’s gameboy. Angel got up to help the girls unload. As he passed his childe, Angel smacked Spike on the back of the head. The younger vamp scowled up at him but obediently put the gameboy down and went to help.

“Oh, Angel!” Buffy exclaimed, “We forgot all about getting blood for you guys! You must be starving!”

“Don’t worry about us, Buffy, the sun will be down soon, and I’ll go take care of it.”

“Yeah, and if we can’t wait, we’ll just eat Xander.” Spike added.

“Hey ! No one touches Xander but me!” Anya said as she, Xander, Willow, and Tara walked in the door. They were wet from swimming in the pool.

“This place is so great!” Xander said, quickly trying to change the subject.

“Yeah, the beach is incredible! But they’ve had the red warning flags out all day, and I want to swim!” Willow pouted.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get the chance before we leave.” Tara said soothingly.

While the swimmers went to shower and change, and Cordelia took the vamps to see their new wardrobe, Buffy went to talk to Giles about what had happened that morning.

Angel and Spike had already filled him in on most what of happened. Including Cordelia’s vision.

“I’ve talked to Wesley, and we both agree that you should stay away from the beach, or at least have someone else with you.”

Buffy looked at him as if he told her she couldn't have any fun.

Giles took off his glasses, and sighed heavily. “Just be careful, Buffy.”

Willow, Tara, Anya, and Buffy were able to crate a delicious grilled chicken dinner. While the Scooby Gang ate, the two vampires went in search of a butcher shop.

Spike and Angel returned to find the gang lounging in the living room, a Braves ball game on the television. The vampires had gone to the Winn Dixie up the street. Spike had begged the older vampire for some money but would not tell Angel what he wanted it for. Against his better judgment, Angel had given in. How much damage could his childe possibly do with just 4 dollars?

“Hey everyone! I’ve got something to show you. Follow me!” the younger vampire raced out onto the balcony, shopping bag in hand.

Curiously the gang followed him to see what he was up to. They watched with varied degrees of interest as he pulled out a box of alka-seltzer. Grinning wickedly, he pulled a tablet and tossed it to a seagull.

Willow watched with a horrified expression as he threw two more tablets.

“Spike, Stop!!” the hacker yelled, “Do you have any idea what that will do to them?”

Suddenly all hell broke lose as the seagulls started to explode. Literally! Xander and Anya tried really hard not to laugh, as Willow looked like she might cry.

“Bloody Hell!” Spike screamed as he dropped to the ground clutching at his head.

Every time a seagull would explode Spike would scream in pain again. Xander couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Soon, practically the whole gang was laughing at the poor vamp’s misfortune.

As soon as the pain stopped, Spike sprang up from the ground and ran back through the condo out the front door.

“Spike, wait!” Buffy hollered after him. But the blonde vampire paid no attention to her. He had to get out of there now!

“Let him go, Buffy.” Angel said, “I’ll go get him later.”

Spike walked along the beach wondering about the evil that was said to be beneath the water. He felt much calmer now and realized what an idiot he was to think he could get away with killing birds. He was just trying to prove to himself and everyone that he was just as evil as he’d always been. He felt the strangest little pang deep in his stomach when he thought of the look on Red’s face as he’d killed them.

Sighing, he turned his gaze to the moon. Tomorrow night was the night. They would soon find out exactly what this prophecy was all about. An irrational sense of fear came over him, and he decided he was done looking at the ocean. He couldn’t say how, but he knew that there was definitely something out there. Something he wouldn’t like one bit.

As Spike walked back toward the condo, he realized that he wasn’t quite ready to face the others just yet. Instead he decided to sit in one of the chairs around the swimming pool. He started watching the children who were all splashing around trying to ignore their parents comments on how late it was.

His attention was captured by a young boy of about 5 years who was hopping around in urgency trying to get his mother to take him to the restroom. The mother was busy trying to coax her younger daughter to come with them. The girl looked no more than 3, and was very upset about having to leave the pool area. Spike didn’t realize he was staring until the young mother came to stand in front of him. Thrusting her daughter in his direction, she asked “Will you watch my daughter while I take my son to the restroom?” She didn’t wait for an answer as she whisked the boy away.

Spike found himself looking into a pair of big beautiful hazel eyes that were beginning to tear up.

“Why me?!”

“There, there little one, don’t cry. Your mum will be back in a moment.” This seemed to appease the little girl.

“Whas your name?” she asked.

“My name is Spike. What’s your’s?”

“My names 'lizabet!” she stated proudly.

Elizabeth turned her attention to the pool. “Spike, swim?” she asked hopefully.

“What? Oh, sure you can go swim.” he replied, not getting her meaning.

“No! Spike swim wit me!” she giggled.

“Sorry, luv, but Spike doesn't swim.”

“Pwease!” she begged her eyes filling with tears.

“Oh, Al right, but just for a moment.”

Spike pulled his t-shirt over his head, and then took off his pants, glad that Cordelia had gotten him some swimming trunks. They were black, of coarse, and contrasted greatly with his pale skin. Spike felt eyes admiring his muscular body and turned to see a bunch of teenage girls checking him out. He winked at them, then grinned as they started giggling. He still had it!

Spike slipped into the pool at the shallow end, staying away from the older kids who were currently involved in a very loud game of Marco-Polo. Elizabeth stayed on the steps looking at him shyly.

“C’mon Beth, I thought you wanted to swim?” he called to her.

“'Lizbet!” she answered but didn’t move from her spot.

“Ok, Elizabeth, start swimming!”

“I can’t swim.” she told him pitifully.

Spike went over and took her hands in his own. As he started pulling her into deeper water, he instructed her to kick her legs, which she did very enthusiastically.

“I’m swimmin!” she cried gleefully.

Spike couldn’t help his own smile, she really was cute.

“Al right, now I’m going to let go of your hands..”

“No!!” she shrieked and thrust herself toward him, wrapping her arms and legs around his torso. He could feel her rapidly beating heart against his chest.

“It’s ok luv, I won’t let go.” he told her soothingly.

She relaxed, “No more swim.”

As they climbed out of the pool Spiked asked her where her towel was.

“I have a Donald Duck towel!” she said proudly and started running toward where she had left it. The blond vampire watched as the girl slipped on the wet cement and fell hard.

“Spike!” she cried.

Buffy sat in the living room on the floor next to the sliding glass door. She was playing Xander’s gameboy trying in earnest to beat Spike’s high score. Suddenly she heard a terrified shriek come from outside. Curiosity got the best of her, and she slipped out onto the balcony to see what had caused it.

As she looked toward the pool, she did a double take. Spike was holding a sobbing little girl trying to console her.

“Shh! Don’t cry, luv. You're ok.” Spike murmured into the little girl”s ear.

“Kiss it, an' make it better?” she asked him hopefully.

Spike smiled at her and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Finally, Elizabeth’s mother came back.

“Ok, sweetie, time to go. Tell the nice man goodbye.”

“Bye, bye Spike!” with that she turned and followed her mother and brother back to their condo.

Spike decided it was about time he headed back as well. As the blond ascended the steps to his condo it occurred to him that killing the young girl had never even entered his mind. The stupid mother, who would leave her baby girl with a complete stranger, was another story.

Buffy sat out on the balcony staring off into the night sky. She wondered for the umpteenth time what exactly they were supposed to be doing there. They only had until tomorrow night to figure it out. The blonde Slayer had never felt so unprepared. She hoped to stop this evil thing quickly so that she could enjoy the rest of the week.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Buffy jumped and wondered just how long Angel had been there.

“I was just trying to figure out what was wrong with Spike.” she lied.

“What makes you think something is wrong with him?” the dark-haired vampire asked.

“He’s acting different. It’s almost like the whole big bad evil thing is just an act.” the Slayer confided.

Angel wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“What is it, Angel? You know what’s going on! Tell me please, I’m worried about him.” Buffy pleaded with him.

“The powers that be are giving him another chance. He has to pass a test first, then he’ll be rewarded with the removal of his chip, and his heart’s desire.” Buffy looked at him in astonishment.

“And you know this, how?” she asked.

“Whistler told me, and Cordelia had a vision.” Angel was glad he’d told Buffy. Now, when the time came, she would help Spike make the right choice.

“Is this prophecy the test?” a voice from behind them asked.

“Spike! How long have you been there?” Buffy squeaked.

“Long enough.” the blonde replied. Angel didn’t look at all surprised to see him.

“I don’t know, but I think so.” Angel said in answer to Spike’s question. The three remained in a companionable silence, until Xander stuck his head out the door.

“Good night, lady and vamps! We’re all hitting the sack.”

“Good night, Xander!” Buffy said before either vampire could respond. Unlike Anya, Buffy was sick of all the arguing that went on within the group.

“I’m going out.” Angel said suddenly. “I’ll be back before sunrise.”

“Be careful.” Buffy automatically responded. The older vampire gave a small smile to Buffy and squeezed Spike’s shoulder. After Angel had shut the door, Spike sat down next to Buffy.

“You never tell me to be careful when I go out.” he teased her.

Buffy tuned to look him in the eye, before responding, “Be careful Spike.” Then she leaned forward and gave him a kiss right on the lips. Spike was shocked. He didn’t know if it was because she kissed him or because he liked it. Buffy quickly rose, and saying good night, slipped back inside the condo.

Buffy was walking out on the beach at sunrise. She was wearing a white sun dress, and a big straw hat. As she walked she felt the cool ocean water surround her bare feet as they sank into the wet sand. Hotels and condominiums lined the beach, but when Buffy tried to read a sign, it was nothing but gibberish. She wondered how far away she was from her condo, but wasn’t worried because she felt so peaceful and relaxed here.

Up ahead she saw two little girls playing at the water's edge. She could hear their squeals of delight as the waves rolled over their bare feet. As she got closer, she saw that they were wearing dresses that looked exactly like hers. They ran to her, calling out, “Come play with us, Mommy!” Buffy now saw that they were identical twins of about seven years old. They both had long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, and looked oddly familiar, but Buffy couldn’t place them.

“Mommy! We’ve been waiting so long for you!” one of them looked up at her, eyes twinkling. They each took one of her hands and started pulling her down the beach again. Suddenly the skies turned black, and the wind began to pick up. Lightening flashed and thunder boomed, but the twins held faces of trust, and looked defiantly into the wind.

“You can’t hurt our Mommy!” one yelled out.

“Yeah, Daddy won’t let you!” the other one yelled. Buffy felt herself being pulled away. The twins turned toward her.

“Remember that, Mommy!” they said in earnest, “Daddy loves you; he just doesn't know it yet. You gotta tell him! If he knows, then he won’t let her hurt you!”

“I don’t understand!”

Buffy sat up in bed covered in sweat, and shaking like a leaf. What a strange dream! Was it prophetic? She needed to talk to someone about it. Maybe Angel was back. She quickly made her way to his and Spike’s room, careful not to wake anyone. She opened the door and saw Spike alone in the bed. She made her way into the room and sat down next to him. He looked so innocent in sleep. She reached her hand down and started running her fingers through his soft hair. She jumped when he started purring.

Spike woke up as the bed jostled beneath him. His eyes were open, but he kept on purring and Buffy kept on running her fingers through his hair. Buffy looked deep in his eyes her gaze reaching the very soul that had lain dormant in him for so long. She saw pain, confusion, and fear, but then she found what she’d been looking for. What the twins had told her was there.

“I love you, Spike.” she whispered her heart swelling.

“I love you , Buffy.” Their kiss was gentle at first, but grew more passionate as they fought for dominance. Spike wrapped his arms around her pulling her under the blanket with him. They made love and fell asleep in each others arms. Angel saw the two people he cared most about in the world, asleep, with contented smiles on their faces. Suddenly he knew that everything was going to be alright.

Twenty four hours later

Angel, Spike, and Buffy stood on the beach watching in fear as a figure started to emerge from the swirling water. The salty air stung their eyes, and they struggled against the wild wind. Buffy was afraid the wind would whisk her away into the stormy night sky. Suddenly, the wind stopped. It was unnaturally quite as the waves stopped as well. And standing before them in all her glory was none other than Drusilla!

Buffy knew Spike had been prepared for just about anything, but would he be able to kill his ex-lover? A bolt of fear shot through her as Dru called out to him.

“Come to me, my Spike.” she called. “Come to me, and away from the nasty Slayer!”

Buffy and Angel watched in horror as Spike started to walk toward Drusilla. Buffy tried to stop him, but found she couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak either. It was like watching a movie.

Spike went into Drusilla’s open arms, then, pulling out a stake he had hidden up his sleeve, he rammed it through her heart. She was dust in a matter of seconds.

Spike collapsed then as a peace he didn’t know existed fell over him. He felt Buffy and Angel lift him and help him walk back toward the condo. The ocean had returned to normal. They made it inside just as the sun began to crest over the horizon. He had made the right choice.

The End.

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