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28 February 2013 @ 07:00 am
Reckonings at hand  
Characters: Spike, Buffy, Samantha, Willow, Oz, and Xander
Location: Sunnydale, Slayer headquarters :: Buffy's house
Thread Status: Open to Sam, Buffy, Xander, Oz and Willow

Two months had past since Samantha Wild had come into Spikes life. Two months since her sire, Barbara had allowed herself to be whisked away to Los Angelos. They kept in touch, as promised, mostly Angel calling Spike more than anything else. It seems that Barbara was doing a good job of keeping him on his toes, much to Sam and Spikes delight. As such most of the time she wasn’t able to come to the phone to call herself. It had taken Sam some time to get used to how things were with her sire now, it was hard for her to accept that her sire was okay, that she wasn’t being hurt or traumatized in a way that she didn’t fully want.

So five weeks ago, three weeks after she had left, Spike had filled up the Chevy Impala Barbara had left for Sam, and bought a GPS for it. On a sunday night he had then put Sam in the car and told her to hit start on the GPS, she should be in Los Angelos within a matter of hours. Sam hadn’t wanted to go of course, at least not without Spike, but he had knelt by the car as she sat in the drivers seat and told her that he wasn’t letting her go, not by a long shot.

“You just need to visit.” Spike had explained, “I fully expect you back here by Wednesday night. No exceptions, or I’ll come hunt you down and make you regret not being more timely. You need to see for yourself that she’s okay. I need you here Sam, but you’re never going to be here if half of you is always with her. Go.”

"Can't you come with me?" Sam had whispered, hands gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white.

“You know the slayer can’t spare both of us, not right now, and I can’t go for you. This is the only way...Trust me.”

He had stood there on the side of the road, leaned up against a tree as Sam eased her way back out of the drive-way and took off toward Los Angelos. Oz and Xander had been hanging about, part of Oz’s pack had just gotten back from a recent patrol, or hunt as they liked to call it. He had walked up to Spike then as he gazed out into the distance. Off toward fading tail-lights.

"You gonna be okay man?" Xander had asked after the dogs had decided to turn in for the night and Spike had turned toward him, eyebrow raised. Xander didn't care about Spike. At least not much. He had been the reason why his marriage had gone south, or well, sort of marriage, he had left Anya at the alter before Spike had done anything. That probably hadn't exactly helped the relationship. "Is she gonna be?"

“You know you’re the first person to really seem like they gave a damn about her,” Spike admitted, pulling a cigarette out of the inside pocket of his coat and lighting it. “Save for Red of course...”

Xander shrugged, “Wills understands that almost all of us are more monster than man, but that doesn’t make the man, or woman part in this particular situation any less relevant.”

“That’s very insightful whelp, did you come up with that all by yourself?” Spike had to admit, Xander’s sudden friendship with Samantha was unnerving and not something Spike supported. Xander hated all things vampire - well, all the vampires he had met thus far, then Sam comes bouncing in and suddenly Xander was all buddy-buddy after only two weeks of her going cold blood...errr no blood, as it were? Yeah. Spike wasn’t buying it.

Xander shrugged again. “When’s she gonna be back?”

Spike finally turned toward him, “When she’s done seeing that her sire being viciously fucked by Angel isn’t a bad thing. Just a bloody gross thing.” He had pushed past him then, his shoulder bumping into Xanders as he did. He might have put a little too much oomph behind that because Xander had lost his footing and fallen to the ground. He looked over his shoulder and thought for a moment of walking back and helping the boy to his feet but Buffy was standing at the door-way, arms crossed and he just didn’t feel like being the nice guy. Not today. He walked inside.

Sam had come back of course, right on time because she was the kind of girl that was smart enough to obey orders when directly given. Spike would be lying if he had said he wasn’t just a tiny bit disappointed, he had spent his time apart of her imagining what he might do if he indeed had to hunt her down. He had a few...delicious ideas up his sleeve, but they had scattered when she had walked in Tuesday morning just before the sun came up. Actually, just as the sun was coming up. He hadn’t been expecting her and the video game’s he was currently playing with Xander and Oz proved that.

She had raised her eyebrow at them for a moment, then glanced at the television. “Halo 4?” She had asked meekly before grabbing the last controller and squeezing between Xander and Spike on the couch. Oz had been sitting in a recliner and had just smirked quietly to himself. "Buffy gave us the night off..." Xander had mumbled, "...Guy time and what have you."

"But you’re pretty much a guy," Oz had added. Nothing was said about her absence that night.

Things had changed drastically since Sam had come, Oz being one of the changes of course. Followed behind him were a dedicated and loyal pack of wolves with just as much control over their inner-beasties as Oz himself had. At first Spike had been worried that now the house was going to smell like dog all the time, but Oz’s pack had helped out with that. It also helped that most of Sunnydale had been swallowing abandoning their homes and emptying the city, a foreshadowing of bad things to come was obvious even to the common-folk of the town. Oz had a few trust fund pups under his belt it seemed and they bought out three houses directly connected to Buffys. One next door, and then the two that shared a back-yard. Xander had knocked down the fences that separated the houses and put up a large privacy fence around the four of them to create one large yard.

He was currently building an obstacle course. Buffys home had become home for what were referred to as the Alphas. Buffy, Xander, Giles, Dawn, Willow and Himself. This was main head-quarters as it were. One of the home went to the wolves, and the other two went to the potentials who just kept showing up. Xander had offered to live with the potentials but the motion had been denied, Oz had been spending more and more time in Buffys house lately, as had two of the stronger wolves who preferred Oz’s company to the rest of their pack.

Things had been tense with Buffy and Samantha, Spike had had to put his reputation and life on the line saying that Sam could be trusted. He had waited to introduce her, a week and a half for the human blood to get out of her system, for her to gain some semblance of control of herself. He had wanted to give her more time, but time was something they were running out of and Spike knew if he was caught with her before he gave up the knowledge on his own it would only make matters worse. Sam still was not invited into head-quarters, nor the two potentials homes. Buffy had threatened Spike with inviting her himself with a stake through the heart, and he hadn’t doubted her.

As such, Spike had moved out the basement and into the wolves home with Sam, who had happily accepted her. They understood the monsters within the man, or woman, was it were and wanted to give Sam a chance to prove herself. The dog smell took some getting used too, but at least Buffy had decided to give Sam some benefit of the doubt, a chance to prove herself. As much as both of them seemed to hate every moment of kissing the slayers ass, ever since Sam had turned up, that had been their main mission, to get in good graces with her.
wildlyinnocent: Never Perfectwildlyinnocent on February 28th, 2013 01:59 pm (UTC)
When Sam had been told that Buffy didn't trust her, she wanted to laugh, but that meant that she would never get the chance to be in the same household as Spike. Honestly, sometimes she didn't trust herself, because the first few days being off of blood from a live, human source, had been terrible, and extremely hard. She'd almost slipped one night, Spike never knew, and she sure as hell wasn't going to tell him. Even though she never spoke the words, she was sure he'd followed her to make sure that everything was going to go smoothly, there was no chance that he would have left her alone without it being on purpose, to test her. Of course, she took the test, she left the home and headed down the abandoned streets of Sunnydale; nearly more than half of the city had been abandoned, and only those who were left were working on getting out of there.

That night as she walked down the streets, she heard a little girl crying. She'd gone to check it out, wondering what could cause such a sad sound, when she came to find that she was being surrounded by bringers. There was a chance that this little girl was to become a Slayer when she grew up, but there was also the chance that she was just caught in the crossfire. She immediately moved into action and took down the bringers, breaking necks, stabbing, and slaughtering, when she was done, she noticed that she could smell blood, and saw that the little girl had been sliced in the arm by one of the bringers. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the fresh, sweet nectar of the young girl and crouched toward her, she moved closer, the blood getting stronger.. She got closer… and she could feel her mouth watering, but then something stopped her, she backed off. This wasn't what she wanted to be anymore, she did not want to be a vampire that fed on living beings so that she could survive… Blood from a bag was perfect for her. "Go home." she said, before standing, watching the girl run to whatever direction she needed to be in.

That night was two weeks ago, she had a feeling it was going to take a long time to get on the Slayer's good side, and stay in the same house, and until that happened, she was going to be with the dogs. At first, it sucked.. it really sucked, the house smelled, and when they showered it just got worse, it made her grimace. Apparently, human's couldn't smell that smell… The dogs themselves could, but the only others were Spike and Sam, the only vampires in the mix.

When she'd moved into the house, she grew a bond with Willow Rosenberg, as she was always there with Oz. They were cute, and she was sure she'd never seen two people so in love before. She'd learnt so much about their past, and when they'd split and why.. it was sad, she was told about Tara, and what happened with Tara, and Willow going off the deep end. As much as she was glad that the girl trusted her, she was shocked at the same time. Their friendship grew stronger, as Willow and Sam began to practice their magic's together, teaching each other things that the other didn't learn.. Willow was very powerful. She was going to be great friends with her, she could tell.

Xander on the other hand, seemed like a little lost puppy. He was cute and all, and very nice… but she knew why he immediately began to befriend her. He liked her, he found her attractive, and was going to do anything and everything to try and hook up with her, but she had a feeling it wasn't just because she was attractive in his eyes, but it was because he wanted to get back at both Anya and Spike for their past indiscretions.

Dawn and Giles, the littlest watcher and the biggest watcher were cool too. Dawn didn't trust her, not completely. But she was good friends with Spike, and since she trusted him, she had to trust Sam by comparison. But Giles was another story, he would never trust Spike, thus he would never trust her.
wildlyinnocent: Let me feel youwildlyinnocent on February 28th, 2013 01:59 pm (UTC)
Dealing with her new family was difficult, and really fun at the same time. Spike would train her at night, well, not really train her, but when he moved into the dog house with her, every night they would spend a few hours in the backyard sparring, until things got so heated between them they had to move into the basement of the dog house and have a few hours to themselves.

And that was where they were now, Sam was being thrown back across the yard, slamming into the big oak tree. She let out a groan, rolling down onto the ground, her back aching in pain. She moved to crawl onto her hands and knees, her head whipping up to gaze over at Spike, who had shed his leather trench coat, his shoes, and was just clad in his black t-shirt and jeans… fuck he looked so sexy. She could feel blood on her lip and moved her hand to wipe at it, her hand coming back red, a slow grin coming to rest on her features as she watched Spike bounce from one heel to the other. "Come on, love.. Don't tell me you're tired already…"

Sam shook her head, pulling herself to her feet, "Aw, baby… you should know me so well… I don't tire easily." Brushing some dirt and grass off of her body she stood there in an equally sexy attire. She wore a red long sleeved shirt, that hung off one shoulder, which gave Spike a look at his past mark and the thing he loved to kiss and nibble on the most. She wore a pair of tight black jeans, but they never restricted her movement, which was good. She also stood barefoot, the paint on her toenails black, matching the nails on her hands.

Grinning, she let out a low growl as she ran and attacked her boyfriend, tackling him to the ground and beginning to spar with him in the grass and the dirt. Yeah… sparring with your boyfriend was always a good, fun, thing. Always gave them a way to get out frustration with each other. She loved every minute of it, just as she was sure he did too.
Buffy Summers: lonely chosen onethegoodslayer on March 5th, 2013 07:10 pm (UTC)
The last few weeks had been, well interesting was probably the correct term to use in this instance, for Buffy Summers. She hadn’t really ever considered Spike as something outside of that guy that was always in love with her. She had used him in the most delicious of ways in order to feel something, and she would be lying if she said she hadn’t through-ally enjoyed the using, but things had taken a turn for the worse. She had always known that there was no future for herself and Spike, he just wasn’t good enough for her. Those sort of thoughts may make her sound pretentious but she couldn’t help how she felt, and it wasn’t as if she tried to hide the thoughts from Spike. She had been open about how he disgusted her, but for some reason he had still stuck around, lingered and loved her regardless.

She supposed she just always assumed he would do just that. She had never anticipated...

The truth had all come out in a rush that had knocked Buffy off her high horse and had her plummeting down to earth. First she had heard that Angel, whom she had already had learned was working for the enemy had taken up with a girl. Things traveled to Sunnydale slowly, but they traveled all the same. There was things about their relationship Buffy didn’t want to hear, but felt herself wanting to know every detail all the same. Curiosity killed the cat, would the slayer be any different?

What was she really expecting? Maybe that Angel would be waiting for her, waiting for what exactly? It wasn’t as if he was going to suddenly find the cure to that little curse of his, it wasn’t as if he was going to wake up and be human. It was a dull ache, more like nostalgia then anything else, but Buffy found herself becoming angry. He could lose his soul, but Giles had just looked at her with knowing eyes and said he didn’t think so. Perfect happiness was rare...and somehow it made her feel better..
Buffy Summers: alone in thisthegoodslayer on March 5th, 2013 07:11 pm (UTC)

Then Spike had shown up saying he needed to have a meeting. Spike hated meetings, hated gatherings so Buffy found herself dreading whatever was to come. He told her he wanted to speak to her first in private, and then everyone else, but he would be talking to everyone else regardless of what Buffy thought. He had just her that she deserved that much.

He has a girl, he told her, a girl that wants to join the fight, the battle for whatever was heading toward them at a rapid pace. She was strong, a vampire...Buffy had immediately forbid it. Vampires weren’t safe, but Spike said she was different, and Buffy just wasn’t hearing it. They got into a fight, and the meeting Spike had wanted came sooner than he wanted. The truth came out. All of it. She was a vampire, she didn’t have a soul, but she had something else, a blood connection to Spike. Barbara, Buffy had heard the name before, one of Angelus’s old crew believed to be dead. She hadn’t been seen since a decade after Angel had gotten his soul.

She had a childe, and that was who Spike had chosen. Angel had vouged for her, he even said that when Buffy called him and asked him to come back to Sunnydale. He had refused, saying he had too much to do in Los Angelos, he was too busy, and that’s when Buffy couldn’t stand it anymore. She asked him about the new girl, was what Spike saying true? Was it Barbara?


Did he love her?

He didn’t know just yet.

Did he trust her?

With his life.

So, overnight Buffy found herself losing the two boys that swore they would love her until they were nothing but dust and ash in the wind. She had to admit, it was a real blow to her self esteem. Suddenly she wasn’t so untouchable.

She hadn’t caved yet, this girl, Samantha could join their fight because every body helped, but she wasn’t going to be trusted. She didn’t have a soul and she didn’t have a chip, there was no way the Slayer was going to risk the lives of her friends or her potentials under that vampires hungry watch. No. She was forbidden in Buffys house, and the potentials houses. Oz, who at the time was running things with his pack invited her into his house. When Buffy confronted him, he had put his hands in his pockets, and then looked back at his pack, then back at the slayer.

She was the boss, Oz had said, but he felt there was something to this girl that they hadn’t seen yet. He wasn’t going to write her off just yet, and bringing her in closer rather than having her in the cemetery two miles away would only make it easier to keep an eye on her. She was welcome in the Dog house as it had been referred to as of lately.

Willow had slowly began to agree with Oz, and Xander too. Andrew and Dawn had been spotting hanging out with her watching scary movies when Dawn should have been doing homework. Everything seemed to be crumbling around Buffy, and it seemed if she didn’t budge soon she would lose her authority. She couldn’t risk that, not with everything she had to do.

So Buffy stopped acting like a jaded ex-girlfriend, and started acting more like who she needed to be. The Slayer.

And the Slayer stands alone.
Xander Harris: xanderzealousxander on March 22nd, 2013 02:57 am (UTC)
The day that Spike had brought Sam into the fold had been one that Xander would never forget. He was with Oz and Willow, and it was really good to see the two of them together again, they were really cute.. It was as if time hadn't passed. As they sat there in the Dog house, Oz said he could sense that something was wrong, and they immediately headed over to the Summers residency, only to find her and Spike going at it like rabid dogs in the middle of a dog fight. He frowned, and made some comment about why couldn't it have been two potential slayers, or Buffy and a potential, with some sexy oil involved.. but it only got a look from Willow.. he hated when he got that look, that disapproving Willow Rosenberg look. Sometimes it was worse than her resolve face.

He'd thought that Spike had immediately gone back to his Buffy stalking days, but when he found out that Spike had a girl - a vampire no less - that wanted to join the fight, he was a little bit intrigued. One, why would another vampire want to be on the good side, one that didn't have a soul no less? Two, who in their right mind would sleep with Spike? Three, he wanted to meet the girl and find out if they could actually use her help.. and four, who would sleep with Spike?

But when he met her… he still didn't understand.. he understood why Spike was hoping off of the Buffy bandwagon and immediately gravitating toward the vampire, because… she was fucking hot.

For you know… a vampire.

He had found himself wanting to spend some time and get to know her. He'd never wanted to voluntarily be around a vampire so much. Then again, he never thought that he'd ever be engaged to an ex vengeance demon and leave her at the altar either, so life was full of challenges and surprises. He found himself flirting with the vampire more than he could ever really admit to.. and sometimes found that she would flirt back, wether she knew it or not. If she did, she was either being nice, for a soulless being, or doing anything and everything to make her actual boyfriend jealous.

When Spike moved into the dog house with Sam which was the only place she could stay, no matter how he tried to convince Buffy. No matter how hard any of them really tried to convince her that she was actually there to do good, that was the only place she was allowed - for now, and she didn't mind.. but when Spike moved in, that meant that Xander couldn't spend as much time as he wanted to there. Regularly, they really were inseparable, but when he moved in… they were attached at the hip and did anything together. It was really annoying.

Especially when they fought, because most couples wanted to have space when they got into a little tiff.. but not Sam and Spike. No, not even close. When they fought, they either had the roughest makeup sex imaginable, to where most of the wolves had to go for runs, get away.. a few blocks away because they could still hear them.. Or, they would spar and take it out on each other in the backyard.

Which.. seemed to apparently happen a lot, because there he was, sitting on one of the banisters of the Dog house backyard, watching as Spike and Sam went at it. He actually found it quite sexy to watch Sam kick the crap out of her boyfriend. He sat there, munching on a bag of chips.

He had Oz standing next to him, and Willow was sitting behind them, cross-legged on one of the chairs, her red hair head buried deep within one of her magic books, trying to find some kind of solution to take down the first. "I've got twenty dollars and the rest of this bag of chips on Sam." He mumbled, his mouth full of the ketchupie goodness.

Oh, the Gods broke the mould when they made ketchup chips.
Daniel Osbourne: deliriumthe_wolfs_howl on March 30th, 2013 02:30 pm (UTC)
Oz had known that he was no longer a well trusted member of the ‘scooby gang’ as it were. He had burnt that bridge when he left Willow in search of himself, in search of understanding for the wolf within him. He had thought maybe he could reobtain that trust - as he found that life on his own was lonely. He would learn later just why he was so miserable when he was alone, because his wolf had only grown closer to him the more he sought to control it. He was melding into the wolf just as the wolf was melding into him, he hadn’t understood that when he had first returned to Sunnydale only to find Willow had moved on, in more ways than one.

He lost control for the first time in months during that time - and he would learn later it was because his wolf was tethered to his emotions. So, with a growing fear of what was within him and knowing that Willow was better off with him gone, Oz had left Sunnydale with a heavy heart. He honestly had not believed he would ever find himself here again.

He found a new life for himself, built it from the bottom up and slowly built his pack. He had somehow found himself on top of something for the first time in his life, with several pairs of trusting eyes looking upward - at him. His pack looked toward him for guidance, for courage, for understanding, for authority...for many things Oz did not know he was capable of delivering. Pack life suited Oz he found - and he understood why he had felt so safe in Sunnydale. It was more than friends, Oz had seen the scoobies as his pack, he just didn’t understand that at the time because he hadn’t understood himself.

He was different now, he wasn’t a man with a wolf within him, and he wasn’t a wolf that was sometimes a man either. He was both, at the same time, and it was only once he accepted this that the control had come.

He took long walks with Buffy these days, and they spoke about what it was like to have to lead people, and how lonely that was most of the time. Buffy told Oz that she had noticed Willow looking at him lately, and Oz had said nothing because no one was looking at Buffy that way anymore and he didn’t want to bring anymore attention to that then nessacary. Buffy was fragile despite her slayer strength, and Oz knew she was struggling with this new found responsibility. She was struggling to accept her place, but she was trying. Oz could see that, and he was sure everyone else could too.

Their had been a significant shift within the Slayer, and more and more people began to respect her - and her authority and she was rising to the occassion with flying colors. Oz could see the pride in Giles eyes and he knew it because he had felt the same way for members of his pack many times. It was an amazing sight really, but sad at the same time. He knew that she had only gotten to this place by dealing with alot more heartbreak and loss than any one person should.

Willow had told Oz about Joyce, a few days after he had come, and he felt his heart sieze within him. That was almost three months ago now, during his last walk with the slayer, they had visited her grave and Oz paid his respects. Buffy had just stood there in silence, arms wrapped around her body and Oz didn’t look even after he smelt the salt of her tears. They left without saying much else, at the end of that walk Buffy had thanked Oz. He had just shrugged.

“That’s what we do. We’re there for each other, always. It took me awhile to figure that out.”

"Friends?" Buffy had asked, meekly her eyes shining with tears.

Oz shook his head, “Family.”
Buffy Summersthegoodslayer on May 29th, 2013 09:27 am (UTC)
Buffy wasn’t sure exactly when she made the decision to do what she did...maybe it was right after she found out Angel was dating, which surprisingly was the same week she found out Spike was doing the same thing. Once Buffy had gotten past her blind jealously toward Sam she started watching her. At first it had been with eyes filled with distrust, she was waiting for her to slip up, to mess up. She was waiting to see the cracks between her and Spike.
This was Spike after all, he was rash and she was sure this was just another passing thing to him. Another Harmony. She would be gone within a week and this would be nothing more but a hiccup in her plans. Only, a week past, and she was still here, and then a month. Spike moved out of headquarters and into the Dog house to be closer to Sam and Buffy had told Spike she hadn’t wanted him to leave but he hadn’t listened. She found herself watching everything happen and slowly control was slipping out of her hands.

She heard whispers when she walked in a room and her friends, Xander, Oz and Willow spoke carefully to her as if worried about her. She was losing respect...this wouldn’t do...

This is when she started watching Sam a little more closely, with more open eyes. She saw that Spike wasn’t obsessed with Sam, not as he had been with her, but they always seemed to be aware of each other despite whether or not they were talking to each other or even near each other. Sometimes Spike would do something wrong and Sam would correct him, and instead of fighting, he would listen to her and change his behavior. It had been a shock really. They seemed very forgiving of one another and Sam gave Spike attention and affection and he seemed to lavish and drink up....It took awhile for Buffy to see it, but once she did she couldn’t see anything else. Their relationship seemed....healthy...

Nothing like their relationship had been, volatile and poisonous.. It wasn’t on and off or choppy, it was steady. Spike trained Sam and Sam listened. They would talk to each other rather than trying to control one another and he didn’t follow Sam around like he was a lost puppy. He didn’t have too...and it was then Buffy realized that Spike had a chance at something that maybe he never would have been allowed otherwise.

That was why at a bonfire Buffy had gotten up and announced she wanted everyones attention. No one had listened at first but she raised her voice only once and stunned everyone into silence.

“We are fragmented.” She had announced, “Something big is coming, I can feel it. I don’t know what it is or what is going to do to us, but something is coming....the bringers are getting worse and worse, and the uber-vamps...” Her eyes cast out toward the two graves she had already dug and buried. Fallen soilders who would never see the battlefield, who died before the war was even really started.

She shook her head. “We need to come together if we ever hope to make it through this, and I’ve come to realization that maybe....” She took a breathe, a beat...“Maybe some of us were wrong.” She cleared her throat. “Maybe, I was wrong.”

Her eyes turned toward Sam and Spike then who were watching her with careful eyes. Spike seemed tense, as if ready for another fight.

“Sam I’d like to welcome you into headquarters. I think you might be of some use to our cause. I want you to begin working with Willow.” She turned toward her red-headed friend, “I’ve been thinking maybe you could use something of an assistant, her magical knowledge could be of some use to you. I know you’ve been considering the idea for a few weeks now and just didn’t want to tell me.”

She crossed her arms against her chest, “We cannot afford for our emotions to blind us, I’ve buried too many people in my life. I’ve dug too many graves.”
Willow Rosenburg: Magicmajik_willow on July 13th, 2013 03:34 am (UTC)
When Willow had been thinking about having another magically inclined friend around to help her with the project at hand, she was only half kidding when it came to the vampire, Spike's girlfriend Sam. Sure, she'd esen how powerful the vampire actually was, especially when she would do little tricks for the slayerettes of Oz's pack of wolves. She was almost... as powerful as Willow herself, maybe even more.

But to hear it coming from Buffy's mouth, it almost made her feel guilty for thinking about it. She knew of the past between Buffy and Spike, and knew that there was going to be bad blood between her and the new girl in his life, but she knew that she would come around, she was just shocked that it came tihs fast, and it iddn't stop hre from feeling guilty about liking the girl.

She'd been noticing, along with Oz apparently, that they were good together. Spike needed this, he needed someone that would care for him, but would also let him dote on her hand and foot. He seemed happy to her, even happier than she'd ever seen him befor,e even with Drusilla and all evil..

He seemed to smile, and the smile seemed to light up his blue eyes.. it was a very good thing, because Spike had a rought life, although she would never.. ever condon really becoming a vampire.. he had a soul now, and she cared for him as a friend. Kind of always had since he first got the chip in his head and he became useless.

For the first few days, working with Sam was a little awkward, especially with Spike breathing down their necks every chance he got.. it was almost like he didn't fully trust what was going on. As if Willow was given some secret order from Buffy to take the vampire out when Spike wasn't looking, but soon enough he began to back down and her and Sam were really able to get their magic synced and under control.

It wasn't all that hard actually, they made a good team, and that was when Sam had come up with an idea.

"I.. can't be the one to tell Buffy this, but I have a feeling that this preacher asshole is guarding something.. something that belongs to us.. I mean, to the Slayers... If we could just get our hands on it.. and harness the power.. could you imagine what we could do? We could figur eout a way to stop this bitch in its non-corporial ass.."

Willow had then mentioned it to Buffy, Faith and Giles.. Faith wasn't sure if they should go after it, especially since the Slayerettes were still healing from their last little surpries visit, but Buffy knew that Willow, and thus Sam, was right. And if no one was going to go with her.. Buffy was just goig to have to do it herself.

Willow hated that idea, and wanted to go with her.. but the Slayer wouldn't let her.. it broke her heart to see Buffy going on a possible suicide mission.. but thats what Buffy did, and all she had to do was have faith that she would come back to them in one piece, breathing, and alive.

Then they could take down The First, Caleb, the nastyass Uber-Vamps and the bringers.

They could do this.

They could win.
William Pratt: goth lookrailroadxspike on July 16th, 2013 07:34 pm (UTC)
Things seemed to be getting better..Hope was a flame that had been flickering more and more these days. The odds had been so stacked against them, against Buffy and the scoobies and still Spike had felt involved in this whole mess. It would have been easy to walk away. especially now. He could take Samantha with him and start a life somewhere new. It would be so easy...but...he couldn’t. His place was here, his purpose was this fight. He had always assumed the reason why he stuck around in Sunnydale was Buffy, but it had become perfectly clear that was only part of the case.

He still cared for her, he always would, that was just the way Spike was; that was how he was programmed. Despite time and effort, he still cared for even Drusilla... They had been very important to Spike once upon a time, and they had helped him reach the place that he was today.....and while most people may hate their exes especially when looking down the barrel of a very loaded gun that is demon war all he had to do was look at Sam. He just had to look at her from across the room, or yard, or watch her fighting or dancing and moving...anything...and...he couldn’t lie to himself. This was the best he had ever felt.

With Drusilla it had always been evil, evil, evil, and she had only seen him as a second place replacement for her precious Daddy. She had always yearned for him to be more like Angelus, and that just something even the evilest of Spikes was capable of. He had taken...such precise pleasure in torture and hurting and manipulating everyone around them. Twisting their minds and bodies and breaking them down. Drusilla had been a work of art to Angelus, even if her fragile mind was so shattered she’d never hope to live a normal life again.

and Barbara...Barbara he had been more careful with, because while he adored what he had done to Drusilla he hadn’t liked how much looking after she tended to need. Besides, he was never one for repeating the same act twice. She was a different project, and it was bizzare to watch because she was very much sane in comparision to his dark princess but she was insane in the most cruel ways. She pined for her Sire in a very unhealthy way, he had seen that girl bloodied and bruised and barely able to drag herself across the floor to find some where to squirrel away and heal herself. Drusilla had always babied her in these moments, and Spike had done his best to guard them until she was well enough to be able to at least make coherent thoughts. Drusilla would bring her pretty little boys and girls to feed off of, bind her wounds, reset her broken bones and clean her with loving, caring hands. They had a connection Spike just couldn’t understand...that connection was the same flaw every girl Spike had some connection too had. Angelus.

That brought him to Buffy. Buffy and Spike....God they had been volatile, but it was such a rush being with her. Such passion and intense feelings. She made him feel alive, and then the next moment, she made him wish he was dead. He knew that she saw him as something was beneath her, she was settling for him because she needed that darkness....She needed Angel but Angel wasn’t here, so Spike would have to do. She’d never love him, never care for him...he very much doubt that she’d ever love anyone besides Angel...and it hurt him even now to see her begin to realize that maybe Angel didn’t care for her in the exact same way. Things had fallen apart with Soldier boy because of Angel, and really Riley had been Buffys only chance thus far at something healthy and reliable in this life...and she just couldn’t make him stay.

Now Angel was off with his precious little design and Buffy had been slowly losing it. Spike didn’t have the heart to tell her that it was probably better because Barbara could give Angel what Buffy couldn’t. Spike honestly believed that Barbara could give Angel satisfaction and purpose and someone to care for and someone to worship him and someone to take his aggression and still need him, but she wouldn’t be able to give him perfect happiness. She was safe, and Angel was too self-sacrificing.
William Pratt: remember?railroadxspike on July 16th, 2013 07:35 pm (UTC)

Barbara would never know, Angel was too kind for that. He’d never tell her that he was in a way, settling for her, and Spike would never let Samantha know any of that either. There was just somethings that didn’t need to be said....

Then there were things that needed to be, like how Sam was so different....so refreshing and new. Angel had never touched her; she was clean and when she looked at Spike, she saw only him. He had never realized how much this was something that he craved and needed deep down, but maybe that was because it had never happened to him. Well...there was Harmony but..that was not something he really liked to uhm, discuss or remember, or admit ever happened. Ever.

Despite the fact that Buffy should be well, thrilled that Spike had moved past her, it was all she had ever wanted she claimed, he had known there would be trouble. At first, Spike had taken alot of greedy comfort in how upset she was, losing Angel, and losing him, all in one random hot vampire girl go, but the novelty had slowly began to wear off. He knew how it felt to be the odd man out, and she was surrounded now, by couples who were so happy together... She was forced into the spotlight where all that bruising pain and damaged egos were pulled into focus. He had started to feel, well, bad for her, which was...strange.

After that he had just started to get frustrated and annoyed with her, this is what she had bloody wanted but she was fighting it tooth and nail. She just couldn’t take not being the center of attention.

Then, just like that...she had changed. Sam was suddenly a part of a group and things seemed to be picking up...Spike couldn’t complain. There was just one problem.

This was usually the time when something came along to ruin everything.
wildlyinnocent: Never Perfectwildlyinnocent on July 31st, 2013 07:44 pm (UTC)
Sam was, to say the very least, was positively shocked when Buffy had finally welcomed her into the group. If her heart would have been beating, it would have fallen painfully from her chest and landed in the sea of blood and acid inside of her stomach. She could have sworn she'd heard the Slayer wrong, but as she continued to speak, and continued to basically welcome her, even giving her a job to do... Sam felt, well.. pleased. Finally she was going to be able to really pull her weight around here, instead of walking on egg shells in front of her boyfriends ex girlfriend.

She began working closely with Willow, they were actually quite the pair. The redheaded witch was pretty damn strong, and for a bit, Sam had to keep up with her, even though Willow kept stating that she was the one that had to keep up with Sam. They worked well, and their magic was strong together.

They'd been bouncing ideas back and forth between themselves, trying to come up with a way to figure out how to beat the first... when something finally hit her. She told Willow that she was pretty sure the preacher was guarding something, because, basically, that was what she would be doing with a hoard full of bringers. Keeping them in the wine cellar, protecting something as he tried to find it, or get it to work. They didn't have much time, and when she saw Willow bring it up to the Slayer, well.. she hadn't expected her to go on a Suicide Mission. To go alone.. but that was apparently how Buffy worked.

She bit her lip as she sat in the basement with Spike, sitting on a little cot in the Dog House, as it were. She listened to the sounds of Oz's pack above her, outside.. she listened to the tiny little Slayerette's in the house next door, working, laughing, talking.. some of them didn't even know where Buffy was going, that she was goig to be doing this alone.

"This isn't right." she mumbled, lifting her eyes to Spike who was leaning against one of the poles, smoking, keeping an eye on his little girl. "I know she doesn't like me, and fuck, I don't care for her that much either.. but this isn't right. That bastard is hiding something, and he's planning something. He knows that we'll plan something and come after whatever he has. Buffy is going in there to die, Spike..." she shook her head. "And when everyone finds out its my plan, they're all going to come hunt me down and kill me for sending your ex to her death - as if i did it on purpose."

She moved to stand, beginning to pace. "We have to do something, Spike. You and me... we.. we have to help her. I can't believe I just said that - it sounds so gros sin my mouth, but.. we have to do something. He's going to kill the Slayer, and even though we have.. that..other Slayer.. Faith.. and all the potentials.. She is the one and only main Slayer. If he kills her - we're going to lose."
Buffy Summers: the slayerthegoodslayer on August 11th, 2013 09:09 pm (UTC)
Things seem to be getting better and worse all the same time for Buffy. She was struggling to stand up to this thing on her own, and she had begun leaning hard on Faith again...She hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected that in the absence of Spike being her only real companion Faith had stepped up and taken that place. She could confide in Faith in the same way she confided in Spike....Spike was once the place Buffy went too when she was feeling less than human...because she was more than human. It was something Buffy was struggling to accept but was beginning to understand and use to her advantage. She would never be human.

Buffy was a monster, her power came from demons, and therefore she would never be normal. After Wood had given her the bag and she had gone threw that shadow portal and denied a way to become more powerful by becoming more demonic. She was feeling guilty...for turning that down when she was able to order her army to do the very thing she was too afraid to do.

Because the truth was she was a monster, just like Spike. They all were, but that just didn’t want to admit it. Didn’t want to admit that they liked themselves better this way...they were afraid of that part of themselves, and they couldn’t afford to be. Not right now. Even Spike couldn’t relate to this...pretending to be human. Faith was Buffys dark place...

If they wanted to win, they didn’t get too try and play pretend. They needed power.

She gathered her group together all at once. The slayerettes, the scoobies...the wolf pack and the vampires. Her army...They needed to understand.

“The time for waiting is over.” Buffy stated, arms crossed in front of her. Caleb had led Faith and the slayerettes into a trap. They had lost two more. “We’re doing nothing but waiting to be picked off one by one. We can get as many players as we want,” Her eyes fell on Oz’s wolf pack, “They can be devastatingly strong." Her eyes fell on Samantha, “But it won’t matter if we don’t have a plan. I’m done waiting...I’m done trying to protect all of you...” She threw her axe down, it made a large clatter. “You’re all weak....too weak too realise your true power...and so am I.” She took a deep breathe, “But that’s going to change. We’re going to become ready, and then, we’re going to take the fight to him, and if I expect to lead you all into battle I have to be able to know I am up to the responsibility.”

This is when Buffy explained what Willow had told her, about Caleb hiding something, about going in after it alone. This was just something she needed to do. She had left soon after that...

Unaware of what lay ahead of her, or who was on her heels looking out for her. Right now, Buffy was fighting blind, and alone. She needed to become hard.

She needed to become ready to stand alone because at the end of the day, she was the slayer, and they weren’t.
Xander Harris: xanderzealousxander on October 28th, 2013 09:47 pm (UTC)
Xander was… albeit completely shocked at what was going on before him. First, Buffy couldn't stand the idea of Spike's new girlfriend being around, but now she was recruiting her, bringing her completely into the fold.. and working hand in hand, magic and magic, extremely close with his Willster, his best friend. He trusted Sam, although she had no soul and was dating the peroxide prick… she was cool. The crush on her didn't exactly stop him from trusting her either.

But what worried him the most about Buffy's plan was how blind she was going into this, how alone.. she could easily get hurt, get killed.. and one of the potential slayers could be picked next. Any one of them could be next. None of them were properly trained yet to become the next Slayer, and none of them would learn in time for the battle that was bound to be disastrous.

He sat next to Oz outside on one of the many benches in the combined backyards, munching on another bag of chips, his eyes were raking over the mini Slayerettes as they were being trained, and he couldn't help but wonder where Spike and Sam were as Buffy was going out on a suicide mission.

"This isn't right, dude." He blurted out.

"This thing just smells like a trap, doesn't it? Buffy is going in there alone, and she's going to get killed. We can't let her do it alone. We have to do something."

"But what?"

Xander just shrugged, he had no idea what they could to do help Buffy. He himself was down to one eye now after fighting Caleb, and the potentials weren't ready.. but they had two powerful witches, two vampires, and a werewolf pack at their beck and call.. they could easily take Caleb by surprise and help Buffy when she needed it the most.

"We could go. We could help her. Oz, man, we can't let her go in there alone… she's going to get herself killed." he repeated. His eyes moved to the house, seeing Sam and Spike come out, and when he looked at them, he could tell that the vampiric duo were concocting a plan, and hopefully it would be a plan that would work instead of getting others killed in the process.
Daniel Osbourne: fearlessthe_wolfs_howl on May 21st, 2014 12:25 am (UTC)
Oz tossed a look over his shoulders, at dark clothes and colored hair and too much black eyeliner. At the group that whispered to each other in growls and snaps of teeth, to hands that touched and touched without fear of consequence. Who moved as one body, who beat as one heart. The family that Oz had never known; and the primal instinct he had thought he needed to run from. His pack. His brothers. His sisters. They had accepted this world Oz had given them without hesitation and without question. There was no why should we help them, there was no well why should we care. They cared because Oz cared; they gave him respect he still didn’t feel he out-rightly deserved and trusted him with everything. Their lives. Their missions.

It took nothing more than a glance of shimmering eyes and upturned lips, of crooked teeth and canines and chipped nail polish. He looked toward Willow; she was so much more then moon in his sky. A promise of power and a warning at the same time, no she was the whole sky. She was the constellations and the clouds and the wind. He knew why they hadn’t worked before; because he had tried to force her into limitations. Because Willow was fluid. When he had first found her she was innocence and first loves, and finding herself. He had left her during that most important time so how could he say anything when he came back and found her evolved into something that maybe didn’t fit with him quite as well anymore.

HE had wished her the best; packed up his heart and his feelings and tried to find happiness in a world that seemed bleak. He had loved in her absence, he had forgotten to remember her some days, some weeks, some months; but that didn’t mean that he didn’t stop loving her with each and every breathe that fell from his lips. Willow was a part of his DNA; she was in his hands that slid over skin to comfort, she was tucking hair behind his friends ears and wiping tears away with his thumbs. He was the growl and snarl of being pushed too far, and she was showing everyone that he was worth this. He was something.

Somehow the air had changed, and her scent came breezing back into his life. It was like a punch in the face; bringing him to his knees before he could even comprehend what was happening. The world came rushing back in a whirlwind of emotion and nostalgia. In the backyard of their camp he reached into the darkness and curled his fingers into hers. He was tilting his head in the shape of a question mark and asking her what she wanted to do.

All he needed as her word, and she’d have wolves howling at her sides ready to launch into battle. Their relationship was different now; it wasn’t all words and romance. It was knowing and distance and existing together rather than for one another.

It was new for Oz. He was rediscovering Willow; and at times it felt as though he had never touched her before. He was re-learning every angle at which her body bent. He was finding where her edges recede or protrude, pushing themselves against him. There was an entire world that he had yet to explore; and he measured it three quarters of the way up her thigh and fell, fell, fell into his doom. Lost in her quake.

Her lips were rocky mountains scraping the sky; but they were also the sweet tide rushing up against his shore and smoothing his sand.

He knew what she would choose. She would not let Buffy do this alone.

His eyes met hers. A beat spread between them; lengthening and stretching it’s muscles. “We can follow her.” He whispered. “She doesn’t have to do this alone.”

None of them did. Not anymore.