Author: Richess a.k.a. A.N.H. Richards
Feedback: Do vampire's have teeth? Of course I want it. Please. [email protected]
Summary: Set a couple of months after Lover's Walk, Spike goes up North and unbeknownst to him fulfils a prophecy.
Warning: This a Spike and baby story just to warn all. It will eventually lead to a Spike/Buffy ship so bear with me.
Things that must be known: For this story to make sense I have integrated it with season four events. Except Spike never gets chipped, Harmony does, Harsh Light of Day and Something Blue never happened. But the rest of the year is pretty much intact, with a few exceptions that will be revealed in the story.
Song: Little Girl's Eyes by Lenny Kravitz (album: '5')
Disclaimer: I own none of BTVS characters, they belong to J. Whedon, Mutant Enemy Productions, WB, FOX, UPN and etc. But I do own Ni'ya, Christine, Lnor, Jacob, Nina, Marcus
Distribution: THESE SITES ONLY, Strictly Fic, Death-Marked Love, Dancing With Death, and Fanfiction.net. If you have pervious permission to take any of my fics that is fine but Taken By Surprise is strictly for the sites listed above. No other site has my permission to post this fic.
Author's Notes: As for any medical stuff I know nothing and I did no research. Well that's not true the condition in this story does exist for some women, I saw it on The Learning Channel. So there I did do research.
I started this fic in December 2000 and I have had most of it done but a co-writer offered me suggestions on making this a better fic and I took her advice and this fic has become a near novel. Well I started getting it betad in November 2001 and then all of my exams, papers and real life in general stalled this fic again. Then the whopper came when I saw ATS, episode DAD and I nearly freaked at some of the similarities between my fic and that eppy. I was going to scrap this fic even though it was over a 100 pages and near done. I didn't want people to think that I took the idea from Angel when technically I had it written down and floating around the net since April 2001. So now I present to all that will read my baby (the fic that is for all to see).
Dedication: To Hilary who forced me to finish this story and helped write a crucial scene for me. To Miss Binks who helped me work out the kinks. Hehehe that rhymes. To Edith and Esme for betaing this chapter for me.
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Part 1
The abandoned warehouse that he called home was pretty destitute. Spike didn't bother fixing up the place because he didn't plan on staying long in Vancouver. After he went back and tortured Dru she still thought he was soft. Helping the slayer was the straw that broke the metaphorical camel's back. Spike shook his head as her words filled his mind.
"Your lies. Your deceit. I can't trust you anymore, Spike. You're nothing but ashes to me. Spike is gone and a new demon has taken over his body. A demon that loves the slayer."
"Dru, I don't love her. I love you! I did it for you. For us. Angelus was about to get beaten and I couldn't risk you getting hurt," he pleaded.
"You're pathetic to think I'd believe that. I might not have all the cards in the deck, but I'm not stupid. Miss Edith and the King of Cups told me. They whispered it to me. They said you'd lie and you would help the slayer. I told them they were wrong. But they were right. They're always right. I feel nothing for you. You're dust to me. You . . . no longer exist. Don't exist." Drusilla turned away from him and took the hand of the chaos demon and left.
"You're a stupid fool." Spike pounded his hand into the wall.
"Oh don't do that," a soft voice commanded. Spike stopped, not turning around.
"I thought that the rumours were false. Spike without Dru. How could that be possible?"
Spike spun around to see the owner of the voice, then whispered her name, "L'nor?"
"So, where is Dru?" She smiled, seductively tossing her waist length brown hair to the side. She stepped closer to Spike and then closer still until they were nose to nose.
"Gone," he said calmly as he looked into her brown eyes. "Where's Jacob?"
Dru had always been jealous of L'nor, and Spike didn't know why. Well actually, he did; with L'nor and him, there had always been a sexual attraction.
"He's still around, he's the Master of Vancouver." She snaked her arms around his neck, drawing them closer together. "I can't stay long, but Jacob would like to see you. He probably thinks you're here to challenge him Are you?"
"Nope. I don't want to run the underground of Vancouver, or any other place for that matter. I like being free and moving."
"Good," she replied, giving him a searing kiss. All of his anger at Dru dissipated at that moment. L'nor kissed him hard and deeply, with such fury and passion that was animalistic.
She pulled away from him, putting her fingers to her lips, then turned and walked away. "I'll send a minion to pick you up tomorrow, at eight. Goodbye Spike."
"Bye L'nor."
"So why is he here, L'nor?" Jacob asked her. "Is he here to challenge me?"
"No." L'nor looked at the petite red head on his arm. "New childe, Jacob?"
"Yes." He grabbed the fledgling's hair, pulled her head back, and kissed her roughly. L'nor gritted her teeth and turned to leave.
The fledging giggled as Jacob let go of her. "L'nor?"
"Yes." She turned back around.
"We're leaving for a day or two." The fledgling looked up at her sire, who held her close to his side.
"We? So I take it that means you and little bitch are going to have a little rendezvous in the mountains and I'm to hold down the fort. Right?"
"Well yeah." The fledgling giggled again as Jacob pushed her away towards the door. She tried to pass L'nor.
She grabbed the childe's arm and whispered, "He won't protect you for long. And he can't protect you from me."
The fledgling trembled in her grasp.
L'nor let her go and then turned back to Jacob. "Anything else?"
"I love it when you're jealous, it makes the sex better when I come back."
L'nor smiled at Jacob. "I think you're right, it does make the sex better!" She laughed as she finished the sentence, and headed out the door.
Part 2
"Shoot it's almost nine. I gotta go to work." The girl grabbed her keys and ran out the door.
Walking to work was never a problem, Christina only lived a couple of blocks away from her job, but walking at night in Vancouver these days was not too safe. The police called it 'gang warfare' but she knew that it was a war of a different kind. The kind that other people wouldn't understand. The kind people would believe to be only in a bad sci-fi movie.
L'nor and Spike always had a secret attraction to each other, but neither acted on it. She had always feared Dru. Plus Spike would never cheat on Dru, so now with Dru gone and Spike free, L'nor saw no reason not to give into their desires. She didn't care about Jacob anymore, he had betrayed her on more than one occasion. 'So, do unto others,' she told herself.
Lying naked in the arms of the man that she had wanted for over seventy years was good enough. Jacob would die again when she told him; when she implanted the images of all the things that she and Spike had done together in his bed, in his lair.
L'nor smiled.
"Spike, if Jacob ever finds out about us, he'll try to stake you."
"L'nor, you worry too much. How is he going to find out?" Spike asked as he stroked her silky straight brown hair.
Spike thought about her words that night.
"She's planning on telling him. She told Jacob. Bloody hell. I can't stay here anymore. This is his goddamn town." Spike called over the bartender wanting one last drink for the road.
Spike thought about her words that night.
'She's planning on telling him. She told Jacob. Bloody hell! I can't stay here anymore this is his goddamn town!'
"What would you . . ." Her voice trailed off as she observed at two figures entering the club, she recognized them instantly. "You have to leave, they're here." She whispered to Spike
Spike looked at her like she was crazy. His eyes followed her gazing as he turned to see what she was looking at.
Two vampires that Spike recognized stood at the other side of the club. Spike turned back quickly to the bartender. She bent down behind the bar and handed Spike a stake. He looked at her quizzically.
"They are going to kill you if you don't leave Don't ask how I know, I just do." The beautiful girl with jet black hair and crystal green eyes looked at him desperately. "Leave, now."
A tug on his instinct said that she was telling the truth and knew more than she was telling. Spike got up abruptly and headed out the front door of the club, expecting trouble.
Spike had walked three blocks before he could sense the vampires that surrounded him. Eight in total.
"Spike," a voice growled. Spike turned to see Jacob standing a few feet away from him. "Vancouver is my TOWN and L'nor is my WOMAN."
"She wasn't last night," Spike quipped, knowing that the comment could kill him. Jacob stood tall at 6'5 and weighed about 280 pounds, he was well built and an excellent fighter from what Spike had seen, plus, he was a couple of years older than Spike.
"Touché. I really should have said that L'nor WAS my woman. A little beheading took care of that treacherous bitch, but only after a couple of hours of torture."
"So what are you going to do to me?" Spike asked cockily.
"You'll see." Jacob said as he launched himself at Spike.
Spike tried to side step the larger vampire, but one of the minions pushed him to the ground, and before he could regain his senses, Jacob's heavy boot stomped into his back. The cracking of his ribs seemed loud to him. He turned swiftly, ignoring the pain that shot through his body, to see another blow coming at him. Spike grabbed Jacob's leg and twisted the ankle to an awkward angle, the snapping of the bone echoing through the alley. Jacob fell backwards but was caught by one of his minions.
The vampire that had pushed Spike loomed over him, then hauled the peroxide vampire off the ground, grabbed his neck holding him in the air so that his feet were about a foot off the ground. Spike kicked the vampire hard in the shin and the vampire dropped him. And then poof! The vampire in front of Spike disappeared into a pile of dust. The other vampires turned to see a small female figure standing in the shadows, with a cross bow.
"Slayer?" Spike asked, as three of the vampires ran towards her.
The girl let another arrow shoot out of the cross bow and it hit the vampire closest to her, but not in the heart. Spike got up and faced off against two of Jacob's minions. The first one tried to knock down Spike as he got up, but Spike avoided him and brought his knee to the vampire's chest. The vampire crumpled to the ground as the next one attacked Spike. He quickly pulled out the stake and rammed the pointed edge into the vampire running towards him, then turned to see the girl being backhanded and flying through the air into a pile of garbage. She landed with a hard thud as three vampires descended on her.
She grabbed a stake out of her pocket and stuck it through the heart of the first vampire to come close enough to her. The two vampires looked at each other and then at the girl. She quickly scooted up and ran down the alley towards Spike.
Spike turned around, backhanded the vampire as it lifted itself off the ground, and staked it. He whirled around in the other direction to see that Jacob and the other vampire had gone. The squeal of tires could be heard leaving the street.
"Argghh."
A vampire tripped the girl, and she fell just a few feet away from Spike. He could see her ravenous black hair and realized that it was the girl from the club. Spike kicked the vampire off her, which caused him immense pain. The second vampire launched himself at Spike, who had no time to avoid the ball of fury that was headed towards him. Spike dropped the stake in his hand from the impact of the blow. The girl got off the floor and searched for her lost stake. The vampire grabbed her head and flashed his razor sharp teeth. The blood curdling scream that left her throat made the vampire smile as he lowered his head to her neck.
Spike and the vampire wrestled on the ground. Spike didn't even know what happened until he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down to see his stake imbedded in his chest a couple of inches away from his heart.
The girl grabbed at her coat pocket as the vampire's teeth came closer to her neck. She felt for the black device in her pocket and flicked on the switch. The buzzing noise hummed softly. The vampire was inches from her neck, when she whipped out the device and stuck it into the vampire's ribs. He jerked violently and grunted in pain as the electricity shot through his body. She had made sure to put the measure on full voltage. Although they were illegal in Canada she knew that it was one of the things that could incapacitate a vampire. The vampire fell on top of her with a thud, his weight almost crushing, and she struggled to push him off her.
The buzzing and crackling of electricity momentarily distracted the vampire on top of Spike. He turned to see his partner, on the floor, motionless, and the girl trying to get out from underneath him. Spike took the opportunity and grabbed the stake out of his chest. He nearly bit his tongue off trying not to scream from the pain. By the time the vampire turned back his attention to Spike it was too late. He felt the stake pierce its heart, and the vampire imploded into a pile of ash.
When she finally got the vampire off her and ran towards Spike, he was surrounded by a pool of his own blood. She definitely didn't have enough strength to carry him back to her car.
"Hey!" She turned to hear a voice and the sound of foot steps approaching. Three guys were running towards her. They passed the unconscious vampire and went directly to her and Spike.
"We heard screamin' and . . . Holy shit!" One of the men exclaimed looking at Spike.
"Christine?" Another guy said, walking out of the shadows. The tall dark haired man stepped out from behind his friends.
"Marcus? You've got to help me." Christine pleaded as she placed her jacket underneath Spike's head, "I need to get him to my car and I'll take him to the hospital."
"Maybe we should wait for the ambulance?" He suggested as one of his friends pulled out a cell phone.
"There's no time. Please Marcus. He saved my life tonight, and he's losing a lot of blood."
"Where's your car?" Were the last words that Spike heard before he lost consciousness.
Part 3
"Hey, sleepy head." Spike heard a voice coo as his eyes fluttered open. He could smell fresh blood and was handed a cup. Spike grabbed it from the girl and drank it down hungrily.
"It's human." Spike looked at her. "How did you know?"
"That you're a vampire? I know that a lot of strange things happen here in Vancouver, plus I saw your face change." She smiled, her teeth in a perfect white gleaming row. Her black hair was in loose curls that framed her face.
"But... did you take me to a hospital?"
"Of course not! I know that Marcus's friends wouldn't want to get involved with anything that might fall into the hands of the police, so they wouldn't come to the hospital to check things out. By the time they went back to the alley the vampire was gone, so no loose ends Except for that creepy leader guy."
"Jacob. I'm going to kill him. By the way, how did you get the blood?"
"I know people in seedy places, Spike." She smiled. "I heard him call you that. My name is Christine." She stuck out her hand.
Spike took her hand and shook it gently. "You're human, and you beat three vampires. I'm impressed."
"Thanks. You didn't do too bad yourself, with broken ribs and a stake in your chest. You took out three vampires and would have killed Jacob if he hadn't run like a bitch."
Spike smiled. Maybe he wouldn't drain her after all. He might even turn her. She would be amazing as a vampire.
"How did you know that they were after me? Why did you warn me?"
"Answer number one. Before I went on my break, two guys came in asking if I'd seen a blond British guy around the club. I told them no. When I turned to get one of them a drink they had no reflection in the mirror behind the bar, so two plus two equals I warned you because I thought it was the right thing to do," she replied. Moving the sheet down over Spike's chest, she gently removed the bandage over his wound. Spike looked at her caring manner.
"Who's Slayer?" She asked.
"What?"
"When I came in the alley you said 'Slayer', I heard you," she said, as she threw the blood filled bandage in the garbage. She took out another set of gauze and tape.
"It's just someone I knew. I don't know why I called her name." Spike said honestly, searching within his mind.
"Is she Buffy?" She asked as she cut the tape.
"How do you know about Buffy?"
"You talk in your sleep." Christine smiled when Spike groaned. "She must have had quite an impact on you."
"Yeah. She put me in a wheelchair, destroyed my relationship with my one true love, and I haven't been able to kill her. She's the bane of my existence."
Christine giggled.
Spike raised his scarred eyebrow at her and sat up straighter, which only made his ribs hurt. "What's so funny?"
"You remind me of my husband."
"You're married."
"Was," she said, her tone lowering. "Daniel died a month ago. Car accident."
Spike looked at her expression of pain on her face.
"He and I never got along when we first met, probably like you and her of course. I was twenty , he was twenty-two and we hated each other's guts. He was so cocky and so annoying. We were never friends, yet for almost every important event in both of our lives we were there to witness it. Over the next four years we were part to each other's triumphs and failures, we witnessed each other's best and worst moments. At times we would be the brutally honest person that everyone needs to have in their lives to straighten them out when they did, or were going to do, something wrong. That certainly didn't make us fond of each other! But, on my twenty-fifth birthday, my father died. He was my only living relative, and Daniel was the only one that I could talk to about it. He understood because he had no family either. So we became each other's family, became close; and on my twenty-sixth birthday he became my husband." She smiled as a tear streamed down her face. "Now can you believe it? I'm twenty-eight and a widow! We wasted all of those years . . ."
Christine finished re-bandaging his wound and sat silent. She wiped the tears from her eyes and got up, walking towards the door. "I have to go to work soon. I think you should stay here until your ribs heal completely."
"Are you sure?" He asked, tiredly wondering, ' why the hell am I being polite? I 'm a demon for God sake!' But he was also vulnerable and that took precedent over the demon.
"Yeah," she answered, not turning around to face him while closing the bedroom door. "Yeah. I have feeling since Mama Sha let you in that you won't kill me."
Part 4
Jacob laid in the bed with his newest fledgling. For the whole day she was curled up by his side as he stewed over Spike.
"I can't believe that son-of-a-bitch is not dust yet."
"He will be, Master. You have sent your best minions out again to capture the girl, and maybe she is protecting him," she answered, confident in her Master's abilities.
"I know that. Stop telling me my own friggin' plan like I didn't come up with it!" Jacob shoved her off the bed. "God! Where's L'nor when I need her?"
"You dusted her." A small voice said from the ground, not daring to move.
"Get up!" Jacob said angrily. His ankle was throbbing as it healed. He saw the young vampire stand instantly. "What the hell is your name, again?"
"Cindy," she said quietly.
"Cindy. Now, I have a bunch of books over there, and I want you to find the Book of Addest."
"Yes, Master." Cindy scurried to the other side of the room and looked through the books.
Suddenly one of his minions entered the room.
"Rialto, what have you found out about Spike?"
"He's disappeared, Master. We have no clue, but the girl will be working tonight." The minion licked the remnants of blood from his lips, and Cindy smiled as she brought the book to Jacob.
"There's something that's been bothering me. I don't know why, but this book has the answers." Jacob looked at the old brown covered book, then ushered everyone out of the room as he began to read.
Part 5
"Mommy? Mommy?" Buffy heard a little girl call.
The park was full of children and parents. Buffy felt a sharp tug on her skirt. She looked down to see a pretty little girl with black hair and sea green eyes, looking up at her.
"Didn't you hear me calling you?" she pouted.
"I think you're mistaking me for your mommy, but I'm not her." Buffy said, kneeling down so that the she and the little girl were at eye level.
"How come Daddy doesn't come to the park with us?" the girl asked. The sun shone against her black hair, making it look like glass.
"I don't . . ." Buffy started, but the vision of Faith walking toward her stopped her.
"Hey big sis." Faith called. She wasn't in her usual black leather but was in blue jeans and a white tank top.
"Auntie Faith!" The little girl ran into Faith's arms.
"Buffy, have you made arrangements already?" Willow asked as they strolled into the magic shop.
"For what?" Buffy asked looking for Faith and the little girl.
"The party. It's going to be her fifth birthday, you two should get this ready." Willow whispered.
"Two? Me and Angel?"
"Who? Angel? I haven't heard you say his name in years."
"Buffy, I've ordered the cake." Olivia gushed, as she came out of the back room, with Travers in tow.
"Travers?" Buffy felt panicked as she saw the councilman.
"Yes. I've come to see your progress."
"Progress? On what?"
Willow, Olivia and Travers all laughed. Suddenly Buffy was standing in the park again, which was empty. Until...
"You know you never learn. B, you always leave things unprotected." Faith pulled the little girl in front of her, and held a oddly shaped blade in front to her neck. Faith, even on her knees, towered over the little girl.
"Faith, what are you doing?"
"You just have everything, don't you, B? The mom, the friends, the husband, the kid. Buffy always gets what she wants. Now I get to take it away."
The girl looked at Buffy wild eyed. "Mommy, you said you'd never leave. You said you'd keep me safe. Mommy, save me!" Those were her last words as Faith slid the knife across her throat, and bright red blood poured from the little girl's throat.
"Nooooooo!" Buffy screamed.
"Noooooo!" Buffy tossed and thrashed.
"Buffy? Buffy?"
Buffy's eye flew open to see her mother sitting on the edge of her bed shaking her gently.
"Mom?" Buffy sat up quickly and hugged her mother.
"What were you dreaming about?"
"Nothing."