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The White Hat
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
2,132
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The White Hat
SO SORRY FOR ANY CONFUSION, I WANTED TO RE-VAMP THIS STORY, GET BACK INTO THE RYTHUM OF IT SO I CAN START TO ADD MORE. THIS IS NOT A NEW STORY, I REMOVED IT AND REPOSTED THE WHOLE THING. UP TO CHAPTER 18, HAS BEEN WRITTEN BEFORE. CHAPTER 19 WILL BE NEW AND IT WILL BE POASTED SON.
Dru was killed in 1978, in New York Spike was devastated until…he met a demon named Whistler and it changed his unlife.
The prologue is going to jump around a bit, to give you the background info you will need to understand this story.
Prologue
“Nooooo DRUUUUU” Spike screamed as he saw her dust fall to the ground. Spike lunged at the three Demons that took her. He ripped the first one’s head clean off and purple demon goo coated his arms. He grabbed the second one and sank his fangs into his throat, and the sound of ripping flesh could be heard as the demon fell to the ground. The third demon was not so lucky.
Spike kicked it in the midsection, doubling it over in pain. As it Bent Spike kicked it in the face. Snapping it’s head back and falling to the pavement. It was unconscious, but that didn’t bother Spike, he kept kicking and pummeling the demon until he had no strength left. An hour later he left the body of the demon, beaten to death and nothing more than an ugly purple mound of broken flesh. Sobbing loudly Spike made his way back to the apartment he had shared with Du.
Spike entered the apartment and flopped down on the couch. Dru’s Scent surrounded him. “Oh Princess…what am I going to do without you?” Spike sobbed.
- FLASHBACK –
“Oh, I see you. A man surrounded by fools who cannot see his strength, his vision, his glory.” She stepped closer. “That and burning baby fish swimming all around your head.”
“That's quite close enough. I've heard tales of London pickpockets. You'll not be getting my purse, I tell you.” William said forcefully.
“Don't need a purse.” She pointed to his heart. Then to his head. “Your wealth lies here... and here. In the spirit and... Imagination. You walk in worlds the others can't begin to imagine. You are bright and shining you are the Knight.”
“Oh, yes! I mean, no. I mean... mother's expecting me.” William said softly.
Drusilla leaned towards him and opened the collar of his shirt. “I see what you want. Something glowing and glistening. Something... effulgent.”
“Effulgent.” Spike whispered.
“Do you want it?” Dru purred.
“Oh, yes!” William said reaching for her. “God, yes.”
- END FLASHBACK –
Spike sat on the couch reliving his past with Dru until the sun went down again. ~ Time to eat. ~ He thought to himself, leaving the couch long enough to shower and change.
Spike stalked the streets looking for something to occupy his mind. Or something to fill his belly. Whatever. ~ Not like I have anything left…Who cares what the hell I do. ~ Spike thought sullenly.
Spike spent the next three months killing any demon that looked like the ones who killed his beloved Dru. ~ I’ll kill every last one of those fucking bastards. ~ Spike thought to himself. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted something slip into the alley in the next block. He silently stalked into the alley.
“You looking for me?” The guy asked.
Spike eyed him up and down. He took in the sight. This guy was short. 5’
Tall. And he had on an ugly fisherman’s hat. “Donno mate who are you” Spike asked menacingly.
“Name’s Whistler. I’m a …I fight on the side of good.” Whistler said. “It seems you are too. For the moment anyway.”
“I am NOT fighting on the side of good.” Spike denied it vehemently.
“Well you are killing demons…and I know you haven’t killed any people since…well you know since when…I know you’ve feed but…not killed.” Whistler said confidently.
Spike was on him in less time than it took Whistler to blink. Spike had him pinned against the wall in the alley. Immobilized and his hand at Whistlers throat. “How do you know anything about me?” Spike growled menacingly.
“Relax man. The powers that be sent me.” Whistler choked out.
“What do you mean? Why would they send you to me?” Spike asked.
“Because you are changing.” Whistler said softly.
“What do you mean I’m changing?” Spike asked
“Well like I said, you are killing demons and you haven’t killed any humans.” Whistler said smugly.
Spike punched him in the nose. “Owwww what the hell was that for?” Whistler whined.
“For looking at me like you are, you bloody ponce.” Spike growled. “And for saying I’m fighting on the side of good.”
“Will you just think t itt it?” Whistler asked
“Think about what mate? You never told me why they sent you.”
Spike said
“They *want* you on our side. They know about her. That you only started this after those demons took her. But then they realized that you were not killing humans…they reconsidered that it may be because you are destined for something. Everyone has choice Spike. Sometimes you don’t realize it but you do get a choice. Even demons have that.” Whistler said softly.
“I don’t want to fight on the side of good. I only want her back…I can’t kill…that’s something I only did with her. For her. I just don’t have the heart for it anymore.” Spike sighed.
“I’ll come see you again soon. Spike…just remember….there are people out there that love and are loved as much as you. Some of them can’t fight back. That’s why the powers want you…they know you are strong enough…you’ve proven that. Come on Spike. Be a white hat.” With that whistler disappeared.
~~~~`
Spike was on his way back to his apartment. He was walking slowly, head down hands in his pockets. ~ Be a white hat? That is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. I’m the Big Bad. I’m the bloody Big Bad. Not some poncey white hat. ~
Spike’sughtughts were cut short by a strangled scream that reached his ears. Not giving it a second thought he was racing off in that direction.
Spike saw two vampires holding a woman between them and tearing at her clothes. One of them had his fangs buried in her shoulder and was dust before he knew what hit him. The woman fell to the ground when the vampire that was holding her disappeared. She screamed when she hit the ground.
“You’re gonna regret that pal.” The vampire said as he lunged at Spike. Spike held out the steak and the vamp impaled himself through the heart.
Spike looked down at the woman on the ground, she had passed out. Why Spike didn’t know, then hallyally looked at her. Her dress tos torn practically off, her panties were gone, as was her bra. On her left hand, he saw a wedding band. Spike felt empathy towards this creature. She was someone who was loved. Had a husband at home waiting for her, someone who loved her. Some guy. Waiting for the love of his life to return to him.
Spike made a choice.
~~~~`
What do you think so far? This will eventually be Spuffy, but I will only continue it if you like it so please review.
Dru was killed in 1978, in New York Spike was devastated until…he met a demon named Whistler and it changed his unlife.
The prologue is going to jump around a bit, to give you the background info you will need to understand this story.
Prologue
“Nooooo DRUUUUU” Spike screamed as he saw her dust fall to the ground. Spike lunged at the three Demons that took her. He ripped the first one’s head clean off and purple demon goo coated his arms. He grabbed the second one and sank his fangs into his throat, and the sound of ripping flesh could be heard as the demon fell to the ground. The third demon was not so lucky.
Spike kicked it in the midsection, doubling it over in pain. As it Bent Spike kicked it in the face. Snapping it’s head back and falling to the pavement. It was unconscious, but that didn’t bother Spike, he kept kicking and pummeling the demon until he had no strength left. An hour later he left the body of the demon, beaten to death and nothing more than an ugly purple mound of broken flesh. Sobbing loudly Spike made his way back to the apartment he had shared with Du.
Spike entered the apartment and flopped down on the couch. Dru’s Scent surrounded him. “Oh Princess…what am I going to do without you?” Spike sobbed.
- FLASHBACK –
“Oh, I see you. A man surrounded by fools who cannot see his strength, his vision, his glory.” She stepped closer. “That and burning baby fish swimming all around your head.”
“That's quite close enough. I've heard tales of London pickpockets. You'll not be getting my purse, I tell you.” William said forcefully.
“Don't need a purse.” She pointed to his heart. Then to his head. “Your wealth lies here... and here. In the spirit and... Imagination. You walk in worlds the others can't begin to imagine. You are bright and shining you are the Knight.”
“Oh, yes! I mean, no. I mean... mother's expecting me.” William said softly.
Drusilla leaned towards him and opened the collar of his shirt. “I see what you want. Something glowing and glistening. Something... effulgent.”
“Effulgent.” Spike whispered.
“Do you want it?” Dru purred.
“Oh, yes!” William said reaching for her. “God, yes.”
- END FLASHBACK –
Spike sat on the couch reliving his past with Dru until the sun went down again. ~ Time to eat. ~ He thought to himself, leaving the couch long enough to shower and change.
Spike stalked the streets looking for something to occupy his mind. Or something to fill his belly. Whatever. ~ Not like I have anything left…Who cares what the hell I do. ~ Spike thought sullenly.
Spike spent the next three months killing any demon that looked like the ones who killed his beloved Dru. ~ I’ll kill every last one of those fucking bastards. ~ Spike thought to himself. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted something slip into the alley in the next block. He silently stalked into the alley.
“You looking for me?” The guy asked.
Spike eyed him up and down. He took in the sight. This guy was short. 5’
Tall. And he had on an ugly fisherman’s hat. “Donno mate who are you” Spike asked menacingly.
“Name’s Whistler. I’m a …I fight on the side of good.” Whistler said. “It seems you are too. For the moment anyway.”
“I am NOT fighting on the side of good.” Spike denied it vehemently.
“Well you are killing demons…and I know you haven’t killed any people since…well you know since when…I know you’ve feed but…not killed.” Whistler said confidently.
Spike was on him in less time than it took Whistler to blink. Spike had him pinned against the wall in the alley. Immobilized and his hand at Whistlers throat. “How do you know anything about me?” Spike growled menacingly.
“Relax man. The powers that be sent me.” Whistler choked out.
“What do you mean? Why would they send you to me?” Spike asked.
“Because you are changing.” Whistler said softly.
“What do you mean I’m changing?” Spike asked
“Well like I said, you are killing demons and you haven’t killed any humans.” Whistler said smugly.
Spike punched him in the nose. “Owwww what the hell was that for?” Whistler whined.
“For looking at me like you are, you bloody ponce.” Spike growled. “And for saying I’m fighting on the side of good.”
“Will you just think t itt it?” Whistler asked
“Think about what mate? You never told me why they sent you.”
Spike said
“They *want* you on our side. They know about her. That you only started this after those demons took her. But then they realized that you were not killing humans…they reconsidered that it may be because you are destined for something. Everyone has choice Spike. Sometimes you don’t realize it but you do get a choice. Even demons have that.” Whistler said softly.
“I don’t want to fight on the side of good. I only want her back…I can’t kill…that’s something I only did with her. For her. I just don’t have the heart for it anymore.” Spike sighed.
“I’ll come see you again soon. Spike…just remember….there are people out there that love and are loved as much as you. Some of them can’t fight back. That’s why the powers want you…they know you are strong enough…you’ve proven that. Come on Spike. Be a white hat.” With that whistler disappeared.
~~~~`
Spike was on his way back to his apartment. He was walking slowly, head down hands in his pockets. ~ Be a white hat? That is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. I’m the Big Bad. I’m the bloody Big Bad. Not some poncey white hat. ~
Spike’sughtughts were cut short by a strangled scream that reached his ears. Not giving it a second thought he was racing off in that direction.
Spike saw two vampires holding a woman between them and tearing at her clothes. One of them had his fangs buried in her shoulder and was dust before he knew what hit him. The woman fell to the ground when the vampire that was holding her disappeared. She screamed when she hit the ground.
“You’re gonna regret that pal.” The vampire said as he lunged at Spike. Spike held out the steak and the vamp impaled himself through the heart.
Spike looked down at the woman on the ground, she had passed out. Why Spike didn’t know, then hallyally looked at her. Her dress tos torn practically off, her panties were gone, as was her bra. On her left hand, he saw a wedding band. Spike felt empathy towards this creature. She was someone who was loved. Had a husband at home waiting for her, someone who loved her. Some guy. Waiting for the love of his life to return to him.
Spike made a choice.
~~~~`
What do you think so far? This will eventually be Spuffy, but I will only continue it if you like it so please review.