Destiny:

A Tale of Love and Sorrow

By: Jose Gonzalez, US Navy

Disclaimer: As everyone knows I don't own Buffy or any of the Angel characters, they belong solely to Joss Wheedon. This story is gonna be a lot different from the previous one I have been writing, Slayer:Hybrid. I don't plan on discontinuing it, but I just don't plan on writing chapters for a bit, instead, I wanna work on this AU fic that deals more with Buffy and Spike.

London, England

1908

The night was silent indeed, yet tainted with the blood of the slain. The blood of the innocent seemed to be an aphrodisiac for Spike and Drusilla as they fucked relentlessly through the night. Their bodies thrusting into each other, as if the two of them were trying to become one. If vampires needed oxygen, the two of them would have been breathless by now. The senselessly screwed each others brains out, yet vampires did not breathe, and Spike was very glad for that fact. Yes, he was dead, but his undead life was wild and passionate.

Bodies were strewn all over the courtyard, necks torn, eyes gouged, everything you cold possibly expect from a demon. Spike gazed into his vampire lover's eyes and found them to be an empty tunnel of death, emotionless. Spike had been looking for something, hope, something that could truly make him feel alive, yet in Drusilla he found nothing.

Maybe one day… he thought to himself. After spilling his dead seed into her , he rolled off of Drusilla's body, causing Drusilla to stared at him curiously. Spike walked to the window of the mansion and looked up at the stars. Feeling awfully naked, he started putting his clothes back on. Oh how he used to stared at them while alive, and thought there had been nothing as beautiful as them, yea, there had been Cecily. Pushing the soddin' bitch from his mind, he stared at the stars reverently, whishing he himself had a purpose, so Drusilla could truly love him.

God, I was I was like on of the stars, so bright and meaningful… Spike thought. He supposed his sire did love him in a twisted sense. The way a master loves its favorite dog, yet kicks the bitch for fun. That's how he felt Drusilla loved him, and sadly, he was so fucking right. Drusilla was his sire, she had given birth to him into the life of the undead.

"Why do you stare at the stars my sweet William?" Drusilla said perceptively, "For they remind us that we are undead, and that we are not part of the light, for the light consumes us since we are darkness." She said cryptically, her eyes hazy from her orgasmic lovemaking. She stood up and yanked on the curtains, blocking the stars from Spike's view. "I love you William, that should be enough for your undead life." She said cooingly, grinding her naked backside into his crotch.

Spike walked away from the window, running a dam hand through his red curls. "I could be luv, if you'd accept the bloody matin' claim." He snapped furiously, cross with his sire. "If you'd just accept not only would we be eternal, but our love would be as well." He lowered his eyes to the floor, and stared at the carpet, sprayed with blood. The body of a decapitated priest was hurled against the wall in frustration and in anguish.

"And what is eternal Spike?" Drusilla said lowly, "For we are vampires, alive one day, and dust the next. A mating claim is pointless between our kind. The pain would be unbearable for the mate that lives. You know that. Besides, look at Angelus and Darla, happy one day, and other days spent making each other jealous with other sexual partners." Drusilla said.

Spike paced angrily back and forth throughout the room. "Bullshit Dru. You refuse the claim because you hope that one day Angelus will favor you instead of Darla. He is a bloody git who will never love you. Only I can. Can't you bloody see that woman?" He walked up to a none who he crucified to a cross on the door, she was near death, but in a semiconscious state. Spike broke her neck in anger with a angry twist, and took up his vampiric visage, sliding his fangs into the dead nun's throat, while her body twitched. Her dead brain sent the remainders of impulses to her muscles as blood poured out of her like demons out of a holy church.

After feeding off the dead nun, Spike intended to use it as a punching bag, releasing all the anger he had in punches, his fist colliding into the nun's body, breaking it some more. Drusilla grinned and at first Spike thought it was at him, but instantly realized it wasn't. "Why do you talk about me so Willie?" Angelus stepped drunkenly into the room. The smell of whiskey was intoxicating off his breath. His long, reddish brown hair was wild, and his white, button up shirt as undone, splatters of blood all over it. Hatred ran through him like Abel's blood after Cain had slain him. Yes he hated Angelus, he obeyed and did as he said, yet never forgot how much he hated the smug vampire.

Fists balled up Spike looked at Angelus in rage. He didn't give a flyin' fuck if Angelus was his grandsire, he just knew that he wanted him dusted. God, he couldn't stand the cocksucker. Yes, he hated Angelus, but what he hated more was the fact that Drusilla used him as she did, and did not even bother to hide it.

"Is Darla in?" Angelus asked, stumbling into the couch. Spike nearly protested for the bastard to get out of his room, yet he was powerless against his grandsire.

"No she hasn't been back for a while now." Spike replied, pretending to be calm when all he wanted to stake that inconsiderate son of a bitch. Just to watch him turn into a heaping pile of dust. Maybe Drusilla would love him then. Angelus stood up and walked to the bed instead where he wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her face down to his pants. Anger fueled Spike deep, the demon in him was furious. Nothing would of pleased him as much as ripping her fucking head, for always allowing Angelus to do such things…

"I was trying to shag that undead bitch Darla tonight, but I'll settle for your Drusilla instead." Angelus said, laughing. Angelus pulled her head up. Grabbing her naked waist, he pulled her towards him, her breast dangling over his face. And spitefully he began sucking her nipples just to piss off Spike. Tears formed up on his eyes, glistening. Grief overrode his anger and he began sobbing softly. He loved Drusilla, yet she loved Angelus. He worked hard to get her attention, yet Angelus demanded it.

"Please don't…" Spike said, unable to control the tears on his face, flowing freely and wetting the bloody carpet beneath him. Seeing the pure shock and sorrow that Spike wore on his face, he slid two of his fingers into her and let him watch her grind on them.

Words failed him. Stunned, and nearly paralyzed from the sight of seeing his 'eternal' love and his grandsire, it seemed as if he were rooted to the spot. Drusilla yanked on his pants and slid them down as she never did for Spike. In doing so she revealed Angelus' throbbing member that stuck out. "How bad does it hurt you that I do this?" Angelus asked. Drusilla was on top of him, his erection hovering beneath her aching center.

"Please it hurts a'ight. Don't do this to me. Please." Spike begged of his grandsire.

Angelus grinned yet again. "Too bad Willie." And with that he flipped Dru onto her back so that he was on top, and thrusted deep into her, as far as it would go. Sobbing once more he jumped out of the window to the hard sidewalk below. Ashamed of his tears he ran as far as he could, just trying to get away from the truth, even though it was repeatedly bitch slapping him hard across the face. Drusilla would never love him, at least not the way he loved her. Drying his tears angrily with the back of his shirt and stormed off to find some kind of release, anything to soothe the ache that tormented his mind. Anything to make forget about that soddin' bint who was shagging away at Angelus as if she were his personal trollop.

He stepped into a bar and had numerous shot of the strongest shit they had. As he spent the night drinking it away, a pretty brunette steps up to him hesitantly and grabbed his arm. In a drunken stupor he nearly swung at her. Her radiant hazel eyes burned into him, as if she were looking through his soul, supposing he had one.

"Come with me vampire." She said softly, sliding her fingers down his chest to his abs to his… Spike slid her hand out before it got any further, and hopped of the barstool, nearly knocking it over in the process, and followed her to the exit. Hastily he pulled his cigar out of his pocket. If he was gonna be killed by this female, he wanted one last smoke before going to hell. She grabbed some matches and lit it up for him. He pulled hard on the cigar, filling his dead lungs with smoke.

"What do you want woman?" Spike asked sharply, as if she were the enemy instead of Angelus. She laughed softly and reached out to touch his cheek as Dru had done so often. He flinched and backed away from her touch. It felt alien to him, as if he were cheating on Drusilla, regardless of the fact that his sire was already halfway to Happy Land.

"Im just here to deliver something." She said. She was not afraid, even though she could see he was a clearly instable and emotional wreck. Though the prospect of snapping her neck and filling himself with her blood seemed like a good idea, part of him anguished to hear what she had to say.

"I see the pain that they cause you… Drusilla and her sire." She started. Spike shrugged nonchalantly as if he hadn't been crying an hour before. "Drusilla is not your mate Spike. She never will be. Angelus will always take what is rightfully yours, just to cause you pain." She said. She got closer to him and whispered in his ear. "But one day you will take what is his, and what means the world to him." She said and kissed him on the cheek. They stared at the stars above them.

"And what is that?" Spike asked curious.

"Something bright and beautiful, just like the stars." She replied.

"And while he suffers one day, you will live William." She said. He stopped staring at the stars only to realize she was already gone.

"That's some shit luv', all the pretty women seem to leave me." He said sarcastically , finishing the rest of his cigar with another shot of liquor and two shots of blood.

AN: what do you think so far?