New Beginnings
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Adult ++
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LA Bound
Title: New Beginnings (1/?)
Author: QueenC
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss Whedon is the God of BTVS. Please don't sue.
Distribution: Anywhere I send it. Anyone else wants it, let me know!
Pairing: Spike/Tara
Summary: While in LA helping the AI crew with a case, Spike and Tara bond over disaster.
Spoilers: Anything and everything in possible.
Author's Notes: Ok. This story is AU. Basically, Spike is NOT in love with Buffy, never has been, never will be and Groo never showed up in LA. Also, Angel is Spike's sire simply because I refuse to believe anything else. Words in *'s are emphasized, words in 's are thoughts, words in ~'s are dreams and words in ^'s are flashbacks.
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Chapter One: L.A. Bound
Spike couldn't believe he was actually doing this. He, William the Bloody, half of the Scourge of Europe, was stuck in a car with one of the Slayer's lackey's, heading to L.A. to help kill a demon.
The chipped vampire sighed loudly, glancing sideways at the girl sitting in the passenger seat. Her hands were clasped tightly together in her lap, and she was staring straight ahead, her eyes glued to the road. All in all, she looked as if she were heading to her own funeral.
"So, tell me, pet. Why are *you* going to see the Poof? Why not send Red?" he suddenly questioned, breaking the tranquility that had settled over the vehicle. The DeSoto's speakers had blown over an hour earlier, leaving the unlikely duo to an uncomfortable silence.
Tara jumped, looking at him in surprise. She had been so lost in thought that she had almost forgotten who her traveling companion was. Almost.
Clearing her throat, the young woman replied, "T-The spell used to kill the demon has to be performed by a natural witch. S-so, when Angel said he needed help, Buffy asked me if I would go."
Spike nodded, although he really could care less. The prospect of having to see his sire again was not boding well with the former Big Bad. He didn't understand why the older vampire didn't have an experienced witch working for him, what with all of the demons that he encountered. If he did, then situations like this could be avoided.
Lighting a cigarette, he shot a glare her way. "This isn't my idea, you know," he informed her. "Seeing Peaches is not on my list of fun things to do."
"Then, why are you going?"
The blonde Wicca had spoken so softly, Spike had nearly missed the question.
His face darkened as he thought of his reason for taking part in this latest adventure.
"Because the bloody slayer threatened me, is why. And, not her usual 'I'm going to stake you' threat, either. She said she'd have Red curse me with a soul if I didn't take you to Hell-A, and bring you back to Sunnyhell, safe and sound. Now, it's bad enough that I have to see the Poof. I certainly don't fancy being him," he muttered, glancing in the rear-view mirror as he changed lanes.
Tara watched as the off-ramp loomed in the distance. She swallowed, processing what he'd told her. "Oh, b-but…" she stopped, suddenly unsure if she should continue. Spike may not be the easiest person to be around, but at least she knew him. If he decided to abandon her with Angel, she didn't know what she'd do.
"But, what, pet? You of all people know how out of control Red has become. Time was, I wouldn't have worried about it. Now, though, that chit is capable of anything," Spike exclaimed, exiting the freeway.
The shy woman shook her head, turning her attention to the sights of L.A. It was so different from Sunnydale. Everything was bright, even at night, and the streets were crowded with people.
"Willow is lost. Soon, no one will be able to help her. However, even she couldn't give you a soul. A-At least, not with the gypsy curse," she practically whispered, trying to brace herself for the outburst she was sure was to follow. She wasn't disappointed.
Spike practically ran the car off the road as her words sunk in. He growled, his eyes flashing yellow as he looked at her.
"Witch, what in the hell do you know about that curse?" he snarled, resisting the urge to shake her until she answered.
She continued to stare out the window, knowing that if she looked at him, she'd lose her nerve. "The spell was made specifically for Angelus. It can't be altered for someone else," she answered.
"And, just how do you know that?" he questioned harshly, trying desperately not to take the anger that he felt out on her. After all, it wasn't her fault that he'd been conned.
Tara closed her eyes, unsure how to respond. Finally, she mumbled, "W-Willow showed it to me a few months ago. S-She wanted to find a way to make Angel's soul permanent."
Spike punched his dashboard, swearing loudly. "That bitch! The Slayer played me!" he stopped his tirade when he began to smell the fear coming from the small woman next to him. He glanced at her, noticing her trembling, her face lowered to study her hands, which were still clamped together in her lap.
He took an unnecessary breath to calm himself, then said, "It's alright, luv. I'm not angry with you, just Slutty. Besides, I can't hurt you, remember?" He didn't know what possessed him to remind her of his neutered status. Maybe it was because she reminded him so much of Dru. So strong, yet fragile.
Tara glanced at him, her blue eyes wide with fear. "P-please don't leave me here," she begged softly. "I don't know anyone, a-and I f-feel like something bad is going to h-happen."
Spike blinked, shocked by her request. Part of him was insulted that she felt safe enough with him to ask him to stay. However, the other part of him, the part that had been intrigued by the silent strength in the girl, was flattered.
"Don't worry. I'm not about to leave you with Peaches, especially if something is coming," he assured her. Then, he muttered almost inaudibly, "The bloody wanker will probably be so busy trying to keep his hair from getting touched that he'd forget you were even there."
Tara smiled, hearing his comment. "Thank you. I-Is he really that bad?" she questioned, obviously beginning to feel more comfortable. Her apprehension towards the peroxide blonde had all but vanished.
Spike smirked at her, his azure blue eyes sparkling. "He's worse, pet. All the Poof cares about is his appearance. For a someone without a reflection, he's pretty bloody vain. I've never met anyone more conceited," he said, enjoying the chance to corrupt her image of Angel.
She giggled. "Really? Y-You mean that he's actually more egotistical than you? Now, I find that hard to believe!" she teased.
The vampire growled playfully, enjoying the sound of her laughter. Now, if he could only get her to act that carefree around him and like a scared little girl around his sire, things would be perfect.
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Author: QueenC
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss Whedon is the God of BTVS. Please don't sue.
Distribution: Anywhere I send it. Anyone else wants it, let me know!
Pairing: Spike/Tara
Summary: While in LA helping the AI crew with a case, Spike and Tara bond over disaster.
Spoilers: Anything and everything in possible.
Author's Notes: Ok. This story is AU. Basically, Spike is NOT in love with Buffy, never has been, never will be and Groo never showed up in LA. Also, Angel is Spike's sire simply because I refuse to believe anything else. Words in *'s are emphasized, words in 's are thoughts, words in ~'s are dreams and words in ^'s are flashbacks.
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Chapter One: L.A. Bound
Spike couldn't believe he was actually doing this. He, William the Bloody, half of the Scourge of Europe, was stuck in a car with one of the Slayer's lackey's, heading to L.A. to help kill a demon.
The chipped vampire sighed loudly, glancing sideways at the girl sitting in the passenger seat. Her hands were clasped tightly together in her lap, and she was staring straight ahead, her eyes glued to the road. All in all, she looked as if she were heading to her own funeral.
"So, tell me, pet. Why are *you* going to see the Poof? Why not send Red?" he suddenly questioned, breaking the tranquility that had settled over the vehicle. The DeSoto's speakers had blown over an hour earlier, leaving the unlikely duo to an uncomfortable silence.
Tara jumped, looking at him in surprise. She had been so lost in thought that she had almost forgotten who her traveling companion was. Almost.
Clearing her throat, the young woman replied, "T-The spell used to kill the demon has to be performed by a natural witch. S-so, when Angel said he needed help, Buffy asked me if I would go."
Spike nodded, although he really could care less. The prospect of having to see his sire again was not boding well with the former Big Bad. He didn't understand why the older vampire didn't have an experienced witch working for him, what with all of the demons that he encountered. If he did, then situations like this could be avoided.
Lighting a cigarette, he shot a glare her way. "This isn't my idea, you know," he informed her. "Seeing Peaches is not on my list of fun things to do."
"Then, why are you going?"
The blonde Wicca had spoken so softly, Spike had nearly missed the question.
His face darkened as he thought of his reason for taking part in this latest adventure.
"Because the bloody slayer threatened me, is why. And, not her usual 'I'm going to stake you' threat, either. She said she'd have Red curse me with a soul if I didn't take you to Hell-A, and bring you back to Sunnyhell, safe and sound. Now, it's bad enough that I have to see the Poof. I certainly don't fancy being him," he muttered, glancing in the rear-view mirror as he changed lanes.
Tara watched as the off-ramp loomed in the distance. She swallowed, processing what he'd told her. "Oh, b-but…" she stopped, suddenly unsure if she should continue. Spike may not be the easiest person to be around, but at least she knew him. If he decided to abandon her with Angel, she didn't know what she'd do.
"But, what, pet? You of all people know how out of control Red has become. Time was, I wouldn't have worried about it. Now, though, that chit is capable of anything," Spike exclaimed, exiting the freeway.
The shy woman shook her head, turning her attention to the sights of L.A. It was so different from Sunnydale. Everything was bright, even at night, and the streets were crowded with people.
"Willow is lost. Soon, no one will be able to help her. However, even she couldn't give you a soul. A-At least, not with the gypsy curse," she practically whispered, trying to brace herself for the outburst she was sure was to follow. She wasn't disappointed.
Spike practically ran the car off the road as her words sunk in. He growled, his eyes flashing yellow as he looked at her.
"Witch, what in the hell do you know about that curse?" he snarled, resisting the urge to shake her until she answered.
She continued to stare out the window, knowing that if she looked at him, she'd lose her nerve. "The spell was made specifically for Angelus. It can't be altered for someone else," she answered.
"And, just how do you know that?" he questioned harshly, trying desperately not to take the anger that he felt out on her. After all, it wasn't her fault that he'd been conned.
Tara closed her eyes, unsure how to respond. Finally, she mumbled, "W-Willow showed it to me a few months ago. S-She wanted to find a way to make Angel's soul permanent."
Spike punched his dashboard, swearing loudly. "That bitch! The Slayer played me!" he stopped his tirade when he began to smell the fear coming from the small woman next to him. He glanced at her, noticing her trembling, her face lowered to study her hands, which were still clamped together in her lap.
He took an unnecessary breath to calm himself, then said, "It's alright, luv. I'm not angry with you, just Slutty. Besides, I can't hurt you, remember?" He didn't know what possessed him to remind her of his neutered status. Maybe it was because she reminded him so much of Dru. So strong, yet fragile.
Tara glanced at him, her blue eyes wide with fear. "P-please don't leave me here," she begged softly. "I don't know anyone, a-and I f-feel like something bad is going to h-happen."
Spike blinked, shocked by her request. Part of him was insulted that she felt safe enough with him to ask him to stay. However, the other part of him, the part that had been intrigued by the silent strength in the girl, was flattered.
"Don't worry. I'm not about to leave you with Peaches, especially if something is coming," he assured her. Then, he muttered almost inaudibly, "The bloody wanker will probably be so busy trying to keep his hair from getting touched that he'd forget you were even there."
Tara smiled, hearing his comment. "Thank you. I-Is he really that bad?" she questioned, obviously beginning to feel more comfortable. Her apprehension towards the peroxide blonde had all but vanished.
Spike smirked at her, his azure blue eyes sparkling. "He's worse, pet. All the Poof cares about is his appearance. For a someone without a reflection, he's pretty bloody vain. I've never met anyone more conceited," he said, enjoying the chance to corrupt her image of Angel.
She giggled. "Really? Y-You mean that he's actually more egotistical than you? Now, I find that hard to believe!" she teased.
The vampire growled playfully, enjoying the sound of her laughter. Now, if he could only get her to act that carefree around him and like a scared little girl around his sire, things would be perfect.
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