My Immortal

Chapter 21


Spike watched unnoticed as Buffy practiced morphing back and forth. It was amusing him that she would even bother to morph, thinking that she would prefer to remain in human form.She growled and pulled faces , sometimes she even giggled at herself.

" Having fun there pet?"

He raised a brow and smiled as she jumped. She clutched at her heart and then dropped her hand, realizing that it was one of the human habits that she would loose .

"How long have you been awake for?"

Buffy shrugged as he got up from the bed and went to the fridge to get himself a pouch of blood. He offered one to Buffy which she declined. He walked back to the bed oblivious to both his nakedness and her stares. As he settled back on the bed and put the t.v on, Buffy looked away and mentally chastised herself for staring. A voice inside her head laughed at her for being a prude , she'd enjoyed it. He was eye candy after all. Buffy rolled her eyes at herself and sighed. Watching him drain the bag of blood made her hungry and she growled at him, which took her by surprise. He patted the bed and Buffy sat beside him. He offered her the bag and she shook her head, too nervous to ask him for what she wanted. Spike drained the bag and threw it at the trash can, he pulled her onto his lap and leaned down as if he was going to kiss her.

"You can't keep drinking from me pet, it's not the best thing for you and it's not the best thing for me. You will have to drink pigs blood sooner or later, unless you want to go the human route?"
"No, no, okay I'll try it, but what if I don't like it?"
"Then we'll try something other than good old pig, there's cow or chicken,or maybe otter, although that's bloody expensive"

She went to the fridge and sank her teeth into the plastic bag, she took a mouthful and grimaced. It was cold and thick, not at all what she had been expecting.She shuddered and looked at Spike as he got off the bed and drank the blood. He pulled her back to the bed and once they were comfortable, allowed her to drink from him.He would have to stop her from drinking from him, feeding from your sire was addictive and was a profound experience as she found out the day before.He would have to stop her soon, for now though he would enjoy the stronger bond that formed between them each time she did.



Angel checked in with his demon detectives and each one reported that there had been no sightings . One said that he was leaving new York and traveling north , and the others said that they would report in as soon as they knew anything. Angel sat back on his bad and hung his head, it would be virtually impossible to find them, but he was determined, for Joyce.A knock at his door bought him out of his brooding, he answered it and was surprised to see Willow there nervously playing with the bottom of her sweater. He stepped aside and invited her in.

"What do you want Willow?"

He hadn't meant to snap at her but he'd been awake for days worrying and he wasn't in the mood for the 'Scoobies'. Angel just thanked his lucky stars that Xander hadn't come along as well.

"Um... I've been practicing magic and I thought I might be able to help you, I know your searching for her, you are aren't you?"

Angel nodded, he wasn't against using magic, but she was young and inexperienced, anything could go wrong with even the simplest of spells, yet he found himself intrigued.

"What did you have in mind?"
"A location spell, nothing more, I'm not ready for anything big"

He raised his brows and smiled, Willow could be the turning point in finding them.

"Okay, when?"

Willow beamed a huge smile and bounced on her toes with excitement, causing Angel to smile at the girls enthusiasm.

"How about now, not now now but soon now, I just have to go and get the stuff and then get something of Buffys or Spikes, then I'll come back here, is that okay?"
"Perfect"

Willow left and Angel sighed with relief. If she could do the location spell then it wouldn't be long until they were home. He just hoped for Joyce's sake, it was the right thing to do and that the Watchers Council were right about turned Slayers.


Spike finally drove over the border into Canada and nudged the sleeping form beside him. Buffy woke up and looked out of the window.

"I hope you didn't just wake me up to see cows"

His smile was infectious and she smiled back.

"No, we're in Canada, but I can pull over if your peckish pet, get it straight from the tap "
"Eww, that's gross"

He rolled his eyes, looked to him like another day of her feeding from him. He was starting to feel like a pin cushion and his neck was sore from the repeated feedings. Only Dru's bite had escaped being pierced, for that he was grateful, he didn't need his crazy sire coming after them . She was probably angered enough with him for taking a childe, a Slayer no less, without her permission .

"Bloody stupid vampire rules"
"Huh?"
"Just thinking out loud pet, nothing for you to worry your pretty li'l head about"
"So, Canada? Where do we go from here?"
"Anywhere, there's the mountains,the lakes, little towns, big cities, you name it, or we could just move around, be less chance of them finding us love"
"If we lived in the mountains , what would we eat?"
"There'll be plenty, don' fret about that love"
"I always dreamed of having a little log cabin somewhere and living there"
"That's what we'll do then, and if you don't like it, we'll move on pet"




Willow returned to Angels apartment with her arms full. She dropped them onto his bed and sorted through them while he stood and watched. Once Willow had everything set out on the floor, she sat cross legged on the floor in front of the map.Angel lit the four candles that sat at the points of the compass, Willow focused on the map and Angel stood transfixed on Willow. Slowly a light shone up from the map and Angel stared at the location. Canada, close to the mountains too. He smiled at Willow and immediately called his team.


Buffy screwed her nose up at the cabin as she scanned it's interior. Cobwebs hung thickly from every corner and crevice. The floor had a carpet of dried ,dead leaves and it smelt musty. Spike charged through and dumped the bags inside the door. He noticed the oil lamps and went about lighting them. Buffy groaned , the place looked bad enough in the dark, now it looked even worse in the dull lamp light.

"Okay so it's a fixer upper, what more do you bloody want woman? Could be sleeping in a cave or the bloody car!"

Okay , he had her there, things could be worse. But the lack of furniture and home comforts was making her body ache for the hotel room again. Maybe she should have suggested staying in the city and not shared her childhood fantasy with him. Buffy smiled, 'Hello gun, aim at foot and pull trigger', she shook her head and went to have a look around their new home.

Spike watched as she pulled things around and used an old broom to knock the worst of the cobwebs down. Her nose screwed up as she concentrated on making the place more habitable. It didn't take her long and she sat on the bed next to Spike as she surveyed her hard work. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck.

"Just enough time to hunt before dawn, you coming pet?"

Buffy was hungry and took the hint, she nodded and held his hand as they walked out of their cabin. Spike ran off into the woods and it wasn't long before she heard an animal yelp. Buffy looked up at the stars and ran after him.It didn't take much to find him and she saw that he had fed on a large deer. He was reclined against a log , smoking a fag , looking full and content. He gestured over his shoulder and Buffy looked towards the wooded area behind him. She saw another deer grazing and looking around. With one last deep breath Buffy mouthed 'okay' to him and stalked her prey. She had to admit, vampire stealth was a lot better than Slayer stealth, she morphed and crept up to the deer, grabbing onto it's neck and twisting it. Her demon rose from within and she was amazed at how quickly she had buried her fangs into the neck of the beast she'd just caught. As the still warm liquid hit her tongue she closed her eyes. The demon rejoiced at the sensation and Buffy knew, there was no turning back now.



Angel informed Giles that he had an idea where Spike and Buffy were and that he would be going to get her and bring her back. Giles scowled.

"Spike is a danger and there is a possibility that she may be too, Spikes influence on her could in fact make her even more of a danger to us. "
"Doesn't the Watchers Council believe that Slayers that are turned pose no threat and in fact, continue their calling? Buffy was an amazing Slayer, I can't believe that she would allow Spike to corrupt her."
"Say what you will Angel, Faith will be arriving tomorrow , we will have a Slayer guarding the Hellmouth and Buffy will be seen as a threat"
"If Faith so much as touches a hair on Buffys head.."
"You'll do what exactly? Do I have to remind you that you were sent to help fight against creatures such as Spike and possibly Buffy, will you turn your back on redemption for them?"
"I.. I won't no... but they are my family Giles, you have no idea how that affects us, me. Don't ask me to chose , if she isn't a threat, you may not like your answer"


Giles sat stunned. If the events weren't so dire, he would want to study the bonds that were obviously in place, and Buffy and Spike weren't here, even with distance between the three of them, Angel showed signs of protectiveness. Vampire hierarchies were not studied by the Council, maybe Giles could provide insight into that area. For the moment though , he was just concerned that Angel would be bringing two lethal killers back and that Sunnydale would be at the mercy of Spike and Buffy.

"Goodnight Giles, I suggest that you warn Joyce, I'll be back within the week"

Angel let himself out of the apartment and got straight into his car. He pulled away and hoped that Spike would stay wherever they were now.

Giles sipped at the whiskey he had poured himself and thought over his conversation with Angel. He was right, it had been proven that Slayers were not a threat. Maybe they would be able to use them as weapons against the plague of darkness that was a constant threat to the Hellmouth. He sighed, swallowed the last of his whiskey and then retired for the night. His head ached and his aging body was exhausted. He slept as soon as he laid his head upon his pillow.