Vindicated

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters I’m just having fun with them and making no money while I do it.

Timeline: End of season 2 beginning of season 3.

Feedback: Yes please. I crave it like I crave… well things that I really shouldn’t talk about.

A/N: This is a Buffy/Faith fic but it will take a few chapters to get them together. All lyrics belong to Dashboard Confessional. And all chapters will be named after the song that I use in that chapter. This story may have elements of underage drinking and possibly drug use. If that offends you then don’t read it. I’m stepping off my soap box now, read and enjoy.


“Hope has sprung a perfect dive
A perfect day, a perfect lie.
A slowly crafted monologue conceding your defeat.
Does it comfort you to know you fought the good fight?
Basking in your victory,
Hollow and alone
While you're left with nothing tangible to gain.”

-Dashboard Confessional, “The Good Fight”


Spike looked down at his lap and let out a long sign. There was an unbearable boredom filling the room and it was proving to be infectious, seeping into his undead body making him feel tired and irritated. ‘Bugger, what is taking her so bloody long?’

“Have we met?”

Spike raised his eyebrows and swallowed hard. ‘Right, no reason to lie then’.

“Um, you hit me with an axe one time.” He raised his hands, pretending to hold the weapon. “Remember, ‘Get the hell away from my daughter.”

“Oh.” Ms. Summers shook her head. She’d officially had enough shit thrown at her for one night.

Spike stared at the floor and inhaled in a deep un-needed breath. ‘Could this get anymore awkward?’

“So, do you um, live here in town?” Joyce politely asked trying to make small talk.

The vamp opened his mouth, ‘oh thank God,’ he thought and quickly shut it. The slayer was coming back into the room. He and her mother both stood as she came in.

Ms. Summers was ringing her hands together, concern written all over her face. “Is Willow alright?”

“Yeah she’s fine.” Buffy folded her arms over her chest and faced Spike. “Alright talk, what’s the deal?”

“Simple. You let me and Dru skip town and I help you kill Angel.”

“Angel? Your boyfriend?” Joyce looked back and forth between Buffy and Spike, but neither graced her with an answer.

“Forget about Drusilla. She doesn’t walk.”

“There’s no deal without Dru.” Spike was not one for compromising when it came to his woman.

“She killed Kendra,” Buffy spit out with contempt.

Spike smiled in surprise. “Dru bagged a slayer? She didn’t tell me. Good for--” He noticed the un-amused look on the slayers face and became serious again.

“Look,” he grabbed Buffy’s arm and pulled her off to the side. “This deal works for me one way. Full stop. Me and Dru for Angel. I’ll take her out of the country. You’ll never hear from us again, I bloody well hope.”

Buffy considered the offer for a moment, still ignoring her mom’s questions. “Fine. Get back to the mansion, and be ready to back me up when I make my move.”

Spike nodded his head and quickly left the Summer’s residence.

2 Hours Later…

“I don’t want to hurt you baby.” Spike and Dru circle each other threateningly. She grabs his throat and pushes him back until he’s up against the wall. Spike raises his arm and smacks hers away, freeing himself before punching her in the face. Dru falls to the ground from the force of the blown. “Doesn’t mean I won’t,” Spike says looking down at his sire.

“You almost made it Buff.” Angelus says pointing his sword at the slayer.

“It’s not over yet.”

Angelus smiles evilly. “My boy Acathla here is about to wake up. You’re going to hell.”

Buffy raises her sword and takes a step forward challenging him. “Save me a seat.”

“My Spike has been a naughty boy hasn’t he? Pretending to like the dark when he’s been playing in the light.” Drusilla stretches out her hand and claws Spikfaceface leaving scratches where her nails broke the skin.

“I’m sorry baby, I wish there was another way.” He removes his hand from his hurt face and straightens, preparing to continue the fight with her.

“You’ve ruined our happy family.”

She was right, he had done that. He’d gone behind her back and conspired to kill her sire, his own grandsire. He could see Dru’s eyes filling with tears and he couldn’t stand it. He could feel guilt knocking on the door of a conscious that he wasn’t suppose to have. He dropped his defensive stance. “I did this for you, for us.”

Dru stares at him a moment and then softenes. She takes a step forward and places her hand over Spike’s sliced cheek. The blonde vamp smiled gratefully at her, glad that she was beginning to see that he’d done this out of his love for her.

“But now what will we do? The sky is hazy over your head my lil Spike.”

Spike furrowed his brow and opened his mouth to speak, but Dru pressed a finger to his lips silencing him. “Shhh… she’s everywhere, floating all around you.” Her free hand drifted in the air around his hea“Lau“Laughing.”

“We’ll leave love… go to Prague. You were happy there, we can be happy again.”

Dru closes her eyes a look of pleasure flashes across her face but is quickly replaced with sadness. “Ms. Edith will be lonely, she misses grandmum, misses her pretty golden hair… poor daddy he will join her soon…”

Spike turned his head and looked at the quarrelling lovers. From the looks of iu hau had it all wrong. Buffy was backed up against the wall with Angelus standing before her, his sword pointed at her face. “God, he’s gonna kill her.”

“And then princess will have no court in her kingdom, only her dark prince to keep her company.”

Spike turned back to his sire, he could hear the deep sadness in her voice. Her heart had been so broken when Angelus’s soul was restored. It had not been long before Darla left them returning to the Master, and then it was just her and Spike. She had lost her family and now if what she said was true then she would lose it again.

“We could start a new family Dru, you and I we could.” He tenderly stroked her cheek. “Would that please you love, would that make you--”

Dru turned suddenly, she had felt a change in the air. Acathla’s mouth had opened, the vortex to hell had opened. “Oh… here he comes.”

Spike looked past Drusilla. He could see the statue’s mouth growing, the deep swirling red spreading. He grabbed Dru’s arm. “We have to go pet.”

Drusilla took a step forward. “Wait.”

Spike stared at his sire who was still transfixed on Buffy and Angel. “What is it?”

“Look,” Dru pointed at the two lovers who were no longer fighting but holding onto each other for all they were worth. “Don’t you see it?”

Spike squinted his eyes and then shrugged. “Sorry love, all I see is the slayer and peaches havin one last hot embrace before they get sucked up into the fiery abyss.”

“Her heart, is breaking… I can see the blood before its even cracked.”

“Dru…” Spike lost his train of thought as he witnessed Buffy lunge forward and thrust her sword in his grandsire’s heart.

“Now daddy goes where his soul has made him live.”

Angel’s hand was reaching out desperately to Buffy. But she stayed back, watching in unimaginable devastation and horror as the vortex to hell pulled her lover in and then closed swallowing him whole.

The mansion became eerily quiet. Buffy stood in shock, unmoving, staring at the spot where her lover had last been. After a couple of minutes reality sunk in, and the slayer broke down in tears.

“Lets go love,” Spike whispered into Drusilla’s ear. “We should leave her to her sorrow, let her grieve in private.”

Dru continued staring at Buffy, an unfinished thought forming in her mind. “I have seen what catastrophe has come crashing down from heaven, bringing this dashing stranger to tears.”

Spike scrunched his brow. ‘She said that the night she sired me’. He moved to stand behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist as she continued talking. “She walks in a world surrounded by fools who cannot see her strength, her vision, her glory.”

Spike leaned forward bringing his lips close to Dru’s ear and whispered. “Do you see those things in her pet?”

Dru moved her head to the side letting her cheek rest against Spike’s. “Yeah…”

‘She wants her. This could be a bad idea…but then I was the one who had the brilliant notion of starting a new family.’ “She would be stronger than us Dru, if we couldn’t control her-it could mean the end of us.”

“Have I been a good mummy Spike?” Spike moved his cheek away from Dru’s so that he could look at her and she in return turned her head to the side so that they were face to face.

It was strange hearing her refer to herself as his mum, it was something she hadn’t done since his first days as her childe. And he was glad for that, he didn’t like to think of her as his mum, she was his mate, the woman he fucked, and thinking of her as his mum just didn’t help his mental state. He’d had a disturbing incident with his real mother when he was a young vampire, and it ended with her trying to shag him and then him having to stake her. So he tried to keep the positions of mate and mum separate.

But he knew what she needed to hear. He knew that it was important to her that she know she’d done right by him. Which she had. She’d saved him from a life of mediocrity, she was the face of his salvation, but Angelus had been his disciplinarian and teacher. He had taught him how to survive. He had acted as his sire as much as Dru had.

And the fact still remained that turning a slayer could be dangerous. It held two extreme possible outcomes, the childe could rebel against them and put a stake through their hearts while they slept, or she could be the most loyal gifted vampire that they would ever see. The problem was that being a slayer wasn’t something that could be taken away, it would always be in her.

“Dru love, no mum has ever done it better. I live for you pet. If you want her then I’ll make sure she’s yours. We’ll raise her together, just like--” he wanted to say peaches, but he knew that wouldn’t do, not when he was trying to tell her something as important as this. ‘Just say it you ponce, it’ll make her happy to hear you call him it.’ “Just like you and daddy did for me.”

Dru’s lips spread into an endless smile. “Is that what you want love?” She nodded her head in excitement. He turned and looked back at Buffy who had fallen to her knees on the ground, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. “Lets go get our childe then shall we?”

“So weak, like glass rose petals ready to shatter with the gentlest of touches.” Dru said as they walked towards the grief stricken slayer, Spike still holding her from behind as they went.

“Good, it’ll be easier that way. I’m not in the mood for a fight. We still have le tle to dig and a coffin to find.”

Dru growled and smiled wickedly. “Kick a doggie while he’s down, that was always your style my lil Spike.”

The vampire laughed a little at his sire’s observation. “Yeah, and what do you think hers will be, honor and dignity, or violence and mayhem?”

“Her roads have been burned. No more room for such strengths, we will replenish her, make her more than she was.”

A nasty feeling of trepidation stopped Spike in his tracks causing Dru to stop also. “I hope she’s grateful love. Children have a tendency to hate their parents for bringing them into the world.”

“No need to worry pet, it is all she has left…and she is begging for it to be gone.”

“A life is no small thing to lose Dru, she may not be so willing to hand it over.”

“Oh, but she is not living. She is pacing…an animal in a cage, wanting to be released. The fire in her so bright it burns her pretty eyes. Our sun she’ll be, or light when we prowl the night.”

Dru wanted this. Spike could tell that she believed they had found a good one and he trusted her instincts. She had insights into things that he couldn’t even begin to comprehend. So what if Buffy was the slayer? She would be their childe, and they were not the average vampires they were the slayers of slayers. A pair that could do most anything and they were only growing stronger.

But they were raised in a ing ing pack and that meant more than two. There was no chance of putting the scourge of Europe back together. Darla was dust, and Angel was in hell. It was timat tat they started a family of their own and the slayer was the one that Drusilla wanted, so the slayer was the one that she would get.

Spike had a feeling that it was because she reminded her of him as a human. William had been heart broken when she’d found him. She’d seen him walking down the street a mess of embarrassment and grief, stuck in a life where no one understood him and she wanted to be the one to save him from it. Looking at the slayer crying her eyes out on the mansion floor it wasn’t hard to make the connection.

Spike closed his eyes and inhaled his sire’s scent, death and roses. It soothed his nerves to smell her. It was a simple thing that he could always count on to be the same. She never stopped surprising him, but her smell never changed, it always told him that he was home and safe.

“Lets not waste any time then pet. We haven’t seen the sun in over a century. Bout time our pale skin got some color in it again.” He unwrapped his arms from around her waist and grabbed her hand, their fingers automatically entwining.

Buffy’s defenses were completely down as the two vampires approached her. Her emotions were so high that her senses where off, she was unaware of their presence until they were right in front of her.

“Rough day slayin, yeah?”

Buffy uncovered her face from behind her hands and hastily wiped away her tears. “Leave Spike. I said that I’d let the two of you walk, but if you don’t do it soon I might change my mind.”

Spike thought her attempt to be threatening was ridiculous considering her tear stained face and trembling voice, but he found it admirable nonetheless. “I’ll do just that I will. Dru and I are leaving, out of California and out of the country just like we agreed, but we have one last thing to get before we go.”

Buffy felt so tired, her body from the fight, and her heart and soul from the kill, but she forced herself onto her feet. “And what would that be, a good ass kicking?”

Dru let go of Spike’s hand and took a step ard.ard. “You don’t want to do that my sweet.”

Buffy took on a defensive stance, but it looked weak and so did she. “You’d be surprised.”

Spike moved so that he was next to Dru again, sensing that the slayer was about to go into attack mode. “Now now, there will be none of that. We don’t want to fight.”

“Well that leaves talking, and we aren’t exactly talking buddies. So why don’t we just forget about the sappy goodbyes and just leave it at--”

Dru put a finger to her lips and hushed the blonde. “Shhh, you feel it. You feel him… his soul hangs all around you. You are drowning in it.”

Buffy stepped back and turned her face away feeling like Drusilla’s words had been a physical blown.

“You don’t want it, don’t want to fight… don’t want to hurt.” Drusilla followed Buffy’s every move until the slayer found her back against the wall. She lowered her head and tried to block out the vampire’s words, but something about her voice was soothing and made her listen.

Drusilla gently stoked her fingers through Buffy hair, and then wiped away her fresh tears. “You don’t have to.”

She lifted Buffy’s chin so that she was looking up at her. “Daddy doesn’t have to haunt you… you don’t have to hide away.”

Buffy stared into Drusilla’s dark eyes and felt her body slowly relax. All of her troubles slipped from her mind and her pain melted into nothingness. For the first time since she had been called she felt free.

Spike watched in fascination. ‘She’s under her thrall.’ Mind control was something that he had never been able to learn. The only two vampires that he knew who could do it were Dru and Dracula, and Dracula was a dumb git so he didn’t count.

“I could give that to you. I could free you from the chains that bind you, that hold you to this world, to this life that you did not choose.” Dru pushed Buffy’s hair off of her shoulder, exposing her neck to her. “Is that what you want?”

It was odd Buffy felt in control of herself but at the same time not. She knew that she was nodding her head, and she could hear herself whispering, “yes.” And she thought that maybe she shouldn’t be, but her voice didn’t want to object.

Dru’s face contorted. Her forehead became bumpy and her eyes turned yellow. Before Buffy could react or even begin to make sense of what sad jad just agreed to, Drusilla’s fangs descended landing on her neck and puncturing two deep wholes within it.

Buffy’s face was initially a mask of pain, but as Dru sucked the life out of her it began to lessen. As her heart started to slow and weaken she almost felt a wave of pleasure, but before it got to that point Dru stopped.

Buffy looked through hazy half lidded eyes at the dark haired woman before her and wondered how she was still standing. She was unaware that Drusilla was holding her up with one arm while she made a cut cross her chest right above her cleavage with her other.

“Spike, come here pet.” Buffy looked past Dru. She could see Spike’s tall wiry frame coming towards her but before she could get her eyes to focus her face was being buried into Drusilla’s soft cold bosom and the vampire’s blood was swimming into her mouth.

“You called love?”

“You didn’t want to miss it did you? Your little sister will only die once.”

‘Little sister?’ Spike cocked his head and stared at Buffy as she fed off of his sire. ‘Dru sired me and now she’s siring her… family tree wise we have the same mum… bloody hell that makes me a big brother.’

Buffy drank from Drusilla for long minutes. It wasn’t until Spike said that she’d had enough that Dru pulled her away. “I want her to be strong… I could taste her sorrow in her blood.”

Spike lifted Buffy’s dead body into his arms. “She will be strong, a true childe. You just rest for a minute pet. I’m going to take her to the car, and then I’ll come back for you.” He started to walk towards the garage but then stopped. “You say you could taste her sorrow in her blood?”

Drusilla smiled serenely and nodded.

“What did it taste like?”

“Like little children covered in the darkest of chocolates.”

“Huh, I thought it would be a little more on the bitter side.” Spike shrugged and turned around. He took Buffy to the car and placed her in the back seat then went back and carried Dru.

She could have walked, but she had given Buffy a lot of her blood so Spike wouldn’t let her. He opened the passenger side door, but Dru protested. She wanted to sit in the back seat with her childe, so that’s where he put her.

After making sure Dru was comfy he went around to the other side of the car and got into the drivers seat. He turned the engine and drove through the garage door, busting it down as the car went onto the road.

Spike turned his head around to look at Dru and Buffy as they drove past the leaving Sunnydale sign. His sire was asleep. His little sister curled up dead in her lap. They looked so peaceful. He couldn’t help but smile endearingly. It was the sweetest scene he’d ever seen.


TBC…