Title: Secrets Don't Make Friends (Pt 12-The Legend of the Slayer)
Author: DivaDelilah (divadelilah@aol.com)
Description: Set in late Season 4, after Faith has body switched and is in prison.
Adam isn't in play, Spike is working with the Scoobies reluctantly.
Disclaimer: I wish Spike was mine. Oh, how I wish… Joss, Mutant Enemy,
and Fox own all…I'm just daydreaming.
Distribution: Fanfiction.net, assorted lists, and anything I okay.
Feedback: It makes me feel all manly…
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Spike's mind began racing as soon as he pried open eye open. Thoughts that he
couldn't possibly be having. Was he drunk again and hearing things? He tried
to clear the cobwebs, and only succeeded in making the voice in his head louder:
What do I do about Angel? I mean, I love him but…oh wow… Spike.
And oh God Giles saw me butt naked… They know I shave my…how totally
embarassing! Did Willow and Tara get turned on, I wonder? I mean, I am a girl;
they like girls. When did Cordelia get visions? Ice cream would taste great
right now. Ooooh, I could drizzle it all over lil Spike and lick it off…
giggle… Does Angel still think I'm hot? I wonder if he's had sex
since… if not, he must masturbate a lot. I wonder if Wes or Cordy walk
in on it ever? Is he an 'in the shower' type? Good God when is Spike going to
wake up and give me some vampire luvvins? I can't wait forever!
Spike laughed aloud at the random thoughts. These had to be Buffy's
thoughts. No one else thought about the Great Poofini that way. "In the
shower, luv?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with merriment.
Buffy's face turned sheet white at his words. "Did I say that out loud?"
she asked incredulously.
"You might as well have. I can hear your thoughts. Or at least, unless
I block them out. You can do it, too, but I probably have more interesting thoughts
than Hairgel's spanking habits on my mind. More along the ice cream train of
thought… now that's my kinda fantasy," he said, grinning.
"Spike!!! Don't listen to my.. my personal thoughts! They're personal..
meaning not for you to hear," she said, glaring at him.
I like it when you command me, pet. It makes me all tingly, he purred.
His grin spread wider as Buffy's eyes grew round when she realized she could
indeed hear his thoughts.
Her eyes narrowed to slits, danger lurking in their intensity. His smile widened
as she crawled up on top of him, glaring down into his face. Suddenly, she collasped,
groaning loudly. "Oh, God, Spike…I think I need more recovery time.
That magick frenzied sex takes a lot of a girl, you know," she giggled.
He laughed again, and pulled her into a fierce hug. "You know Slayer,
about what you said to the poof," he started uncertainly. He frowned, deciding
whether it would be right to get her hopes up.
"When I tipped him over?" she asked, all innocence.
Maybe I shouldn't say anything. It might just be a legend, he thought.
His brow furrowed and he put his arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling
absent-mindedly.
"What might be a legend, Spike?" she demanded, sitting up
next to him.
"Bloody hell I forgot the telepathy deal," he sighed. "Guess
I might as well give it up now, huh?" She nodded and he explained.
"You said you were probably sterile, which is very perceptive of you,
luv, because from what the rumors said, you are. Slayers are biologically sterile
from the time they are called.," he began.
"How? And how do you know this? What rumors, Spike?" she asked, a
flicker of pain hiding in her eyes. The last possibility of normalcy I could
ever have just flew out the window, she thought glumly.
"Now, Slayer, that's not true," Spike cut in, then stopped short
as he realized she'd only thought the last part. "Sorry. But if you'd just
let me tell the story before you hurl questions at me," he grumbled.
She nodded and he continued. "When I was a newly turned vampling, Angelus
and Darla started spending a bit of time with the Master and his court again.."
"Know him. I ground up his bones and staked his vessel. He killed me,
too, once. Boy, was he an ugly one," Buffy interrupted.
"Yes, yes I know. The Annoying One was complaining about that before I
fried him. Anyways-"
"You fried the half-pint? Cool. Do you know how much easier that
made my life?"
"Buffy, do you want to hear the story or not?" he asked in frustration.
When she rolled her eyes, he began again. "The Master's Childer were always
hot on gossip…twittery as hens, I recall. One helluva rumor came about
right at that time, and of course, they knew all. Now, this is a bit sensitive,
pet, and I don't want to get you all riled on our wedding night but," he
grinned,"you need to hear this."
Buffy curled up next to him, seeking comfort for what she knew was going to
be at the very least a startling tale. A rumbling purr formed in his chest as
she cuddled and an afffectionate smile formed on her lips. We've come so
far in being comfortable with each other in a such a short time. It's no wonder
I love him; his only care in this world is for me, she thought. "Go
on, baby."
"Someone had supposedly captured the Slayer at that time, which was always
a cause for celebration. The twist is, however, that the master of that clanhad
decided not to kill her immediately. He enthralled her, keeping her subserviant
while they schemed. He had his Childer hunt down the chit's Watcher, and the
master turned him before her eyes.
"Interestingly enough, that wasn't the extent of his plan. He watched
the Council scramble about trying to locate the missing pair, they finally sent
the Watcher, whom he'd made as a Childe, to infiltrate the Council's headquarters
and get at their library. He was to come back when he found information on how
to stop Slayers from being called, or some kind of defect that would help defeat
future Slayers with ease. It was a great plan, though they didn't realize how
great until later on," he paused, gearing himself for her reaction to this
next section.
"What did they find out, Spike? And why hasn't Giles ever mentioned this
to me?" Buffy demanded.
"He doesn't know about it; the Council never knew. Only some old timers
like me n Peaches and most of us didn't believe it. Hell, I don't know if I
do now. But I felt I should tell you. It gets worse though, luv."
"Tell me."
"What the vamps found, was an amazing biological and magickal fact that
the Council was either hiding or had long forgotten. Slayers have a defect allright,
but it isn't completely natural. When they are called, they become mostly
sterile through some magick interwoven with the calling process. It gives you
your powers, and takes your reproductive capacity. You can't reverse it without
reversing all of it, but no one could even begin to try. Some thought the PTB
gave the council the spell. Luckily, most Slayers don't live long enough to
find out, especially with the tiny amount of social interaction they're allowed."
"What the fuck does 'mostly' mean, Spike?" Buffy asked softly,
her eyes moist and watery. Her heart screamed at the unfairness of the lives
of the few Chosen girls who were destined to save the world. She understood
the reasons for the Council's keeping Slayers from concieving, but it didn't
mean she agreed with it.
"Mostly means this, luv: Slayers can concieve under very specific
circumstances. Almost impossible due to their nature and the precise measurements
required. Not to mention almost no one knows about this anymore. The girl must
be truly love with her mate, at the right hour of her menstrual cycle, the correct
moment in the lunar cycle, and… she must mate with a Master vampire at
least four times her age," he finished quietly.
Her face scrunched up, trying to take it all in at once. "But how many
Slayers take vampire lovers? Especially masters," she queried.
"Almost none, that's the point. I mean, it's a bigger number than you'd
expect, but in the great scheme, not many. Apparantly, the mating is followed
by an ungodly smell that only humans can detect. Guess it's to alert the Watchers
that her heat cycle is over," he mused, scratching his chin.
"What happened to that Slayer?" It was a whisper this time.
"Understand, everyone thinks this is a bunch of shite, Slayer. It may
not be remotely true. Angelus and Darla had clearly explained that short of
turning a small child or Siring, vampires can not have children. Rumors did
filter back about this attempt regardless. She had been, well, experimented
on is the only nice way to put it, and eventually became pregnant with that
master's child. They were dreaming of creating a superpower, a child with the
strengths of both Slayer and vamp, but none of the weaknesses of either."
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. I don't want
her to hear this part, to realize what a monster I could have be if not for
her, but I know she'll make me tell.
"And then what? They bought a house and a dog and lived happily ever after?"
Buffy retorted sarcastically, tears starting to trickle down her cheeks.
"Well, they killed the Slayer; too much upkeep what with the thrall and
food… The child was treated like fine china for a couple of years, until
they realized she wasn't especially strong or smart or quick. Nor did she get
pointies or lust for blood. She had no powers that they could see. So they drained
her on their master's orders. Unfortunately, they discovered shortly after that
the child, like a Slayer, who not inherit her powers until she turned 16. They
had eaten the best weapon evil would ever know. The minions dusted the master,
and burned all their research and books. It was generally known that the Council
would never let a missing Slayer stay alive for that long ever again. It was
a one time shot."
Buffy sobbed into his shoulder for a few minutes then swiped at her nose with
the comforter. A sudden thought poppe dinto her head and she barked a short
laugh. "You mean Blade almost existed?"
Spike snorted, and a grin spread across his handsome features. Does this
mean she's forgiven me for what I've seen and done? he wondered. "Yeah,
I s'pose so pet."
She grew serious again, pulling his face close tohers and looking into his
sparkling eyes. "Why did you tell me that story, Spike?"
"Because you're not sterile, not cold and lifeless. And because-"he
faltered. "Because I thought…I thought it would make you feel better
to know that there is a chance… I know it's remote and you'd never want
to, you know, do that with me, but…it's there. Maybe somehow Angel…,"
he said through gritted teeth, his eyes boring into the comforter, unable to
look her in the eyes any longer.
Buffy's eyes grew wide and watery as she wrapped her brain around what he had
said. What he'd meant and not said was that he'd be willing to try if she wanted
to; he'd even let her try with Angel if that's what she wanted someday. When
did Spike grow a soul? she wondered. She knew enough to keep her mental
wards up so Spike wouldn't get a simulcast of her thoughts as she pondered.
A grin formed on her face, slowly taking over her features and she whispered
in his ear."Baby, are you saying you wanna donate some baby batter someday?"
she teased.
His eyes flew up to hers, and he stared at her, his gape quickly turning into
a smirk. "Only everyday, Slayer. You got a problem with that?" His
arms encircled her and pulled her back onto his lap, grinding a little bit.
A fierce kiss was her answer, and they didn't speak again for a long time.
Their mouths had much more important things to do.
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