Mountain Potential

It had been five years since I had left, five years of blissful rambling having no one to answer to and doing as I please; killing demons when and where I found them and never staying in one place more than one night. I thought I had been liberated from the entire world of the Slayer business, but I should have known better. One night I woke up in a motel room to find a Council member in there with me telling me that my time was up and that the Council had allowed me my freedom for as long as possible, but I was needed back with the Potentials and the Slayers. Apparently there was to be another Apocalypse that needed to be thwarted, the Hellmouth would open up and needed to be closed again, and they needed me to help the Potentials and Slayers train even more to get ready for it.

So here I was, driving the familiar road that would lead me into Cleveland, the one place I had never wanted to come back to. “Two more miles…” I read aloud. Within four minutes I was entering the city, I smiled maliciously and pressed the gas pedal all the way to the floor and directed my Desoto straight ahead. BAM! The sign lay destroyed on the ground behind my car as I slowed my speed and made my way towards the mansion.

I pulled up to the all-too familiar mansion and turned my car off, sitting in it for a moment to talk myself into actually going inside. I sighed and got out, walking up to the door and stepping inside. Angel and I had a lifelong invitation, Red and Giles had seen to that. Speaking of the witch… and I smiled.

“Welcome back Spike.”

“Hey there Red, it’s been a while.” I replied as we stood a few feet apart, looking at one another stoically. Then she broke into a huge smile and threw her arms around me, which caught me completely off guard, but I soon returned her hug. “Good to see you too Red.”

She pulled away and smiled. “You know I never thought I would miss that nickname, but there’s something about facing death night after night with someone that makes you get attached.” And she winked at me.

“Yeah, can’t imagine why.” I smirked. “So do I have the same room?” I asked raising an eyebrow. “I suppose you already know why I’m here.”

Her face grew solemn and she sighed. “Of course, I am after all a Council member and confidant of the head of the Motherhouse, I know. We’ve got to do it, yet again, and your help will be needed.” She looked older, like the weight of all this was finally getting to her. I touched her shoulder.

“It’ll be okay Red; we’ll get through it like we always do. You, me, Peaches, the Whelp, and the Slayers.” I replied.

She smirked. “Are you ever going to call Xander by his name? How many times have you two fought alongside one another and still you two insist on acting like little boys.” I shrugged.

“It’s tradition Red, and I’m a sucker for tradition.” I smirked impishly as I thought of the ‘Welcome to Cleveland’ sign I had once again taken out, just like I had done in Sunnydale many times before.

She laughed. “And yes, you still have the same room, but you have a neighbor now down there.” Peaches. I thought annoyingly.

“That’s fine Red, well if you don’t mind, think I’ll head out and do some patrolling. Get back into the swing of things so to speak.”

“Okay Spike, but watch out, we got a girl out there.” She looked a bit uneasy at me.

I nodded my head. “I’ll keep my eyes peeled for her.” Got to make sure the bint doesn’t get herself killed before the Apocalypse. I thought as I headed back out and made my way out into the streets of Cleavland.

I was fairly far into the downtown area of Cleveland when sounds of a fight reached my ears. Non-human grunts could be heard and I increased my speed, rounding a corner with an axe in hand, when I stopped short at the sight that met my eyes.

“Yeeeee-haw!” she yelled followed by laughter. “C’mon ya ugly son of a bitch! I’m just having some fun, ain’t that what ya was lookin’ for when ya rolled yer demon ass into my territory?” The brunette girl wearing a straw cowgirl hat, a wife beater, jeans and boots asked as she rode on the shoulders of a very large and menacing-looking demon. Its hands with some very nasty looking claws were tied together behind its back and the rope was pulled painfully in an upwards direction, forcing the arms of the demon to be yanked up high on its back by the girl, as she rode him around with one hand holding the rope and the other waving her hat as she laughed. Soon she had placed her hat back on her head before wrapping the rope on the upper portion of her arm, which freed her hands.

“Aw hell, ya ain’t givin’ any more hitch in the giddy-up and this ain’t no fun.” She spoke to the growling and pissed off demon as she leaned forward; effectively yanking its arms higher making the demon scream as she wrapped her arms around its large head and without a flinch, gave it a good twist. There was a sickening crunch and the demon’s scream was silenced, the girl stood on the back of the demon as it fell forwards onto the ground, very much dead. I watched as she undid the rope from her arm and the demon’s hands and then wound it up. She turned smiling, and then paused when she saw me.

“The hell you doin’ here?” she asked glaring at me.

“Well I heard the fight and I came to join the Potential that Red told me was on duty, just in case you needed the help, but I see you had it completely under control.” I replied, impressed in a way, but wary in another. The last Slayer who had enjoyed the kill like this girl had been Faith.

“I ain’t no damn Potential, I’m a Slayer and I don’t need no fucking help.” She retorted angrily as she sized me up. “Who the hell ya workin’ for anyhow?”

“The New Council, same as you. Just came from the mansion.”

“Who’s the head of the mansion then?” she asked, placing her hands on her very curvaceous tight jean-clad hips.

“Red is.” I replied. She looked at me with a cocked eyebrow. “The Witch? Goes by the name of Willow? Her and the Whelp Xander stay there. They’re the last of the original Scoobies left here.” I responded. Apparently this was a good enough answer for her because her body language relaxed and she smirked.

“Alright then, well let’s go. Work’s done here, and if it pleases ya to tag along there’s sweeping of the cemeteries to be done for the vamps.” She said as she picked up a plaid button-down shirt and walked past me.

“Good, I need a spot of violence before I head back.” I replied. She looked at me as we walked in silence together heading to the cemetery that I once had called home. We weren’t there long before we both sensed vampires nearby, and in a crypt we found a small group of six vampires.

“So, how we going to this pet?” I asked the Slayer.

“The only way to do it: bust in with guns a-blazin’.” And she smirked. “Ya ready?” I nodded my head and she withdrew two stakes from within her plaid shirt, took off the shirt and stood by the crypt’s door. I shrugged off my duster and held the axe in one hand and another stake in the other.

She kicked open the door, affectively catching the fledglings off-guard. “Well what do we have here? Vamps in my town? Now I don’t quite recall invitin’ y’all to stay here, and if’n y’alls parents didn’t teach ya…” she started as the vamps came after us. I took on two right away, decapitating one and after a small skirmish staked the other. I could hear the Slayer going on with her speech:

“…it’s… ugh… RUDE…” she was taking on four and I went to help her out, to take some of the vamps off her to give her more of a fighting chance. She dusted one and there were three left. I jumped in between her and one of the vamps that was coming up behind her. “…to come… ow! Ya asshole that hurt!” and she back kicked one of the vamps. “…into someone’s town uninvited.” And she made into dust another vamp. The one I was dealing with was giving me a bit of a fight. He threw a punch I didn’t dodge in time and it connected with my nose. I growled and quickly switched to game face.

“Oi mate! First you try and attack a girl from behind, very cowardly, and now you’ve just pissed me off.” And I attacked him with a new vengeance, it wasn’t too much of a fight once I had vamped out and I soon brought the wooden stake down, watching as the fledgling turned into dust. I stood up and brushed off his remains from my black jeans. Just then I was tackled from behind. “Oomph!” I exclaimed as the wind was knocked out of me. I flipped the last vamp off of me and rolled us until I was straddling it, only it wasn’t the last vamp, it was the Slayer and she had a stake in her hands. I quickly dispatched that from her.

“The bloody hell is your problem woman!” I yelled as I glared at her through a golden haze. She squirmed and wriggled, trying to dispatch me from on her. I used my weight to pin her hips to the ground and I growled.

“Ya’re a vampire and ya lied to me. I hate liars more'n I hate vamps!” she hissed through her teeth.

“Of course I’m a vampire! And I didn’t lie. What would I lie about?”

“Willow and the Council would never have a vampire other than that annoyin’ one from L.A. in their employment.” She said. I was shocked and I reverted back to my human mask. That one-second of let up was a mistake, she jabbed the heel of her palm at an upward angle to my nose and flipped us head over heels and soon our positions were reversed. Now it was I who was struggling to dislodge her from me. “Stop yer wiggling.” She demanded as she increased the pressure on my hips to hold me down. Against my will, my demon reveled in this good-looking and strong girl who could get the better of us, dominate over us, and against all better judgment my body began to respond.

“Now who the hell are ya?” she demanded as she grabbed a nearby stake. “And ya’ve got three seconds.”

“You studied the Slayer history right? And you’ve talked to Willow and the Whelp?” She nodded and pressed the stake a little harder. I winced. “My name’s Spike, ring any bells pet?” She paused.

“The Spike? The same Spike who helped avert previous Apocalypses along side the oldest living Slayer, the last of the Slayers to burden the duty alone, Buffy Anne Summers?” she asked.

“Yes, the very same.” And I let out a sigh of relief when she dropped the stake and let up on the pressure. I smirked at her. “You’ve got some good moves. And those aren’t Slayer moves, believe me I’ve seen ‘em all pet.” I complimented her. The slight bulge in my pants showed just how much the demon in me loved her strength and moves. I tossed her off of me and got up. She glared at me from the ground as I held out my hand to help her up. She grabbed my hand and before I knew it I was lying in the dirt of the crypt and I saw her walking out the door, only pausing to pick up her hat from the floor. I stared at her retreating form and began to laugh. I like this girl; she’s got spunk to her. I thought as I got up and followed her.

We dawned our garments and headed back to the mansion, walking in silence; the Slayer soon broke that.
“Ya know, there’s somethin’ that keeps buggin’ me about ya. There’s somethin’ I know yet I cain’t place my finger on it.” I looked at her puzzled as to what she could mean. “Give it time, it’ll come to me.” She stated matter-of-factly.
Walking in, Willow was waiting and she smiled at our appearance.

“Well Spike, I see you found our resident Slayer.” And she smiled. I laughed.

“Yeah, you’ve got a live one on your hands here Red. I’m surprised demons and vamps still come here if they know about her.” I replied.

Willow smiled at the Slayer, throwing a sisterly arm around the girl. “That’s just it, they don’t. She’s our ace in the hole.” The Slayer smiled self-satisfied.

“Hey Red, the kitchen stocked for me or do I have to send out?”

“You’ll find what you need there Spike.” I nodded.

“See you gals later on today after I wake up. We’ll do some training and whatnot.” I said as I made my way to the large kitchen to warm myself a mug of pig’s blood. After nourishing myself, I was exhausted from traveling on the road and the night’s exertions. I headed down to the basement where my regular room was that hid me from the sun’s deadly rays. I passed by the room next to me that was open a crack, and out of habit as I passed by I glanced in thinking of maybe saying hi to Peaches, but I did a double take and stopped to stare.

There was the Slayer from tonight, her back towards me, and she was undressing for the night, peeling off her tight wife beater; there was a twitch in my pants as my male anatomy began to respond. She undid her belt and wriggled her way out of her skintight blue jeans, leaving her standing there in naught but her bra and bikini underwear. By now my cock had risen to quite an uncomfortable level, creating a large bulge in my pants. I averted my eyes and made my way into my room before the girl could turn around and catch me in the act.
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