A/N: Hey everyone! Welcome to my very first Spuffy story! I have to say I am extremely nervous about it since I only ever write Jackie/Hyde from That 70s Show, but I just couldn't resist the Buffy/Spike love. They are seriously one of the greatest couples in tv history, so I hope that my depiction of them goes over well with my lovely Spuffy fans!! So this is set a couple of months after the Angel finale. Spike has spent these months scouring the globe looking for Angel since they were separated in the battle against the overwhelming number of demons. Meanwhile, Buffy is running a new school for all the slayers in Italy. I won't give anything else away, except to say, I hope you like it, and please review!
This story is dedicated to my new SSS friends! They have all been so nice and supportive of me!! And I can't forget my friend Julie. She has seriously been a huge support through my Buffy journey, and I just love her to bits!
Chapter 1: Loves return
"Master, everything is in place." The spindly gray demon spoke with a smile upon is distorted, unshapely face.
"Ah yes, a mere fortnight remains until this world shall be mine." With a deep, menacing voice, he exulted his pure joy at the thought of his plans and the pain he would cause. He was a towering creature, standing over seven feet tall. His skin a gloomy shade of yellow, his eyes glittering blue. He had horns upon his head, resembling those of a ram. His body was muscular and the sight of him exuded sheer terror. His teeth were sharp and so large, they could not fully fit in his mouth, so they were barred, adding to the animal quality he possessed.
"Yes master, the humans will not stand a chance." His much smaller by comparison, crony chirped, his pointed ears waggling in excitement.
"That they will not. Bring me the prisoner." He ordered.
"As you wish, master." He bowed as he began to back up, never turning his back on his leader.
As his gray hide exited the large tent, it was illuminated by the many burning torches along the camp. He made his way down the rows of tents until he approached one that was being guarding by two charcoal colored demons with broad chests and no necks.
"The master wishes to see the vampire." He instructed the guards as they pulled the canvas of the tent aside to reveal…
"Where is the prisoner?!" The twitchy demon barked.
"He was here…He must have escaped." One of the guards frantically responded.
"You fools! The master will have your heads for this. Find him!"
One of the guards sounded a horn. At the sound, all the other demons in the camp gathered their weapons and approached him, while their leader made his way over as well.
"Why have you sounded the horn of Aurelian?" He bellowed.
The ashen skinned servant chuckled in nervousness "It appears that the prisoner has escaped."
"What?! He is of great importance to me!"
Just then another neck-less demon approached the group. "Master, it appears that the prisoner has taken the serum."
The growl of the large beast was immeasurable. He grabbed an axe, and without a second thought, decapitated his gray, pointy-eared counterpart, before facing the ranks.
"You must find me the vampire, or you all shall meet the same fate as Gorkin." To demonstrate his point, he lifted the severed head and mounted it on a spike.
"Go! Find me the prisoner! I want him alive!"
As these orders were being given, a vampire was running as fast as his legs would carry him. He was weakened, having been a prisoner of these demons for months. They had barely provided him enough blood to survive. He was tortured with manifested sunrays and holy water. Through it all he would not give in. He would not help them achieve their ultimate goal. Now as he ran through the jungle, tired, aching, and barely clothed, he knew what he must do. He must get to her. Only then could a way to stop these demons be revealed, and there was the precious serum. The serum that could, perhaps, make the future much brighter for him, and her, for that matter.
It was a cool night in the ancient city as his leather coat blew in the breeze. It made him feel young, being here, something that was very rare, for he was quickly approaching a century and a half years of age. There weren't many things that made him feel truly young, but simply standing in this city, that was thousands of years his senior, did the job. There was really only one other force that could bring him crashing down to his knees in awe, and it too was a vision of beauty and strength, of timelessness and heroism. It was her golden hair, the way she carried herself, her beautiful body, and her sweet face. Even that cute little nose of hers was enough to melt his cold non-beating heart. It had been over a year since he had locked eyes with her, but the passion in his tortured soul, never ceased to burn as bright as the sun. Perhaps that was the reason his love for her hurt so much. It was as if having the sun inside him, and he was a vampire after all. Spike leaned his back against the street lamp, smoking a cigarette, as he stared up at the building before him. Buffy was in there. His love was in there.
"Okay, so remember, you cannot allow yourself to get distracted. If you take your attention away from the mission at hand for even a moment, it could be your last." She spoke with confidence as she looked on at the thirty girls before her.
Buffy Summers never thought she had what it took to be a teacher, to instruct young girls on anything, let alone the proper skills needed to be a slayer. Sure, she was good at it, but to pass on her knowledge to others, she just never believed possible. That is until her last year in Sunnydale. It was then that she took on the role of mentor to many potential slayers. She imparted all the wisdom she had on them. It didn't always go as she planned, but when the final battle came, they used, not only the slayer strength that Willow's spell gave them, but more importantly the skills they had learned from Buffy herself over the previous months. Together they were able to defeat the evil, and the hellmouth was destroyed. As it did whenever she thought of that day, Buffy's mind wandered to Spike. Who would have thought that he would turn out to be the champion, the world's savior? Yet, he was just that. She never could avoid the pang in her heart as she thought of him. That day, she was sure she had lost him forever, yet she had come to find out that he was back. All she wanted to do was rush to see him, but she had a responsibility to the girls and the new school they were forming, but he didn't exactly rush to her either, and to think, she told him she loved him! Instead of coming to her, he follows Angel into some unwinable fight, and gets himself killed again.
"Stupid Vampire!" She growled out, as her entire class looked at her strangely.
"Uh…stupid vampires are going to get their asses kicked by us! Yeah!" She covered her slip awkwardly before clearing her throat "So good training, ladies! I'll see you all tomorrow night, same time!"
The slayers began to gather their things and shuffle out. Buffy grabbed a white towel and patted her face with it, drying the sweat she had attained from the heavy training session with the other slayers. The training room resembled a ballet studio. It was large, with mirrors all around. Looking into the vast mirrors, Buffy pulled her long golden locks out of the ponytail. She then adjusted her hair, so she looked presentable. The top half of her body was covered in only a white sports bra,. She allowed her eyes to travel to the scar on her abdomen. A sword had pierced her there on that fateful day. She rubbed her fingers on it, as flashes of when it happened filled her senses. Not long after that the hellmouth was destroyed, not long after that he was dead. She heard a sound behind her, but looking in the reflective glass, she saw nothing.
"I guess you're just losing it, Buffy." She muttered to herself.
"Oh I think it was already lost, love."
At the sound of that voice, Buffy turned her body around in a jolt, only to come face to face with Spike for the first time since that day.
"Spike?" She asked in disbelief as they both moved slowly toward each other.
He smiled "Hello, Slayer. Miss me?"
She continued to approach him "Oh yeah. You know what I missed most?" She asked in a sweet tone.
He grinned "What's that?"
At this point she was so close, he could feel her warm breath "This…" She answered as her knee made contact with his gut.
"Ah bleeding hell! What was that for?" He towered over in pain as she kicked him again.
"What was it for?! Are you seriously asking that? God, you're an idiot!" She kicked him even harder as he landed on the floor. "How did you even get in here?"
"One of your little slayers invited me. As for you, I think you've gone off your rocker, woman." he coughed out.
"Oh I've gone off my rocker?! You're the one who comes back from the dead and doesn't say anything!" She shouted in fury.
Spike rose to his feet "Oh don't act so bloody innocent. You should have come to see me. I was the one who died and came back, you know!"
Her brow furrowed "I can't believe you're putting this on me! No, you now what? I do believe it! You are just this big bleached immature jerk! You may be over a hundred, but you don't act it!" She pinched his arm.
"Ah you pinched me, and I'm the immature one?! Bottom line is, you should have come to me." He said with confidence.
"Gah! I couldn't just leave here, Spike. I have a responsibility to Giles and the girls."
"Oh yeah? What about your responsibility to me? Or have you forgotten? You know, you and your precious friends probably wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me."
She sighed and turned her back "I know that. What you did…it was great."
At the soft sound of her voice, he calmed himself. "It was no big thing."
She turned to face him again "Yes it was. Spike…you saved the world."
He placed his hands in his pockets nervously "Yeah well, I couldn't give a damn about the world. I did it for you."
Her eyes dropped to the floor as a smile grazed her face. He was always saying things like that, and though she would never admit it, they tugged on her heartstrings.
After a few silent moments, he cleared his throat, "So, you got yourself quite a school here."
Buffy nodded "Yeah, Giles thought it would be a good idea since most of the slayers are so young. This would give them 'The proper discipline and training to succeed' as he put it." They both chuckled slightly at the watcher's words.
"I'm sure you're doing a bang up job."
"I hope so. I don't think I've ever really been good at teaching." She shrugged.
He approached her "You're good at a lot of things, slayer." His cool hand caressed her cheek, and she found herself leaning into his touch. Just as he began to lean in, there was a knock at the door.
She laughed at the broken moment "Hold on."
She made her way to the door, and was shocked at the sight before her.
"Oh my god, Angel."
"Oh bloody fantastic!" Spike muttered sarcastically.
Angel was slumped over. He looked ragged and exhausted.
"Are you okay?!" Buffy's hands cradled his face, as Spike sneered at the sight.
"Yes, I just need to rest." Angel replied.
"Of course! Come in!" She insisted as she pulled him in for a hug.
"Unbelievable! I get the crap kicked out of me, and this sod gets a hug?! Where's the justice?"
Buffy frowned as she pulled up a chair for Angel "Spike, shut up."
He huffed and shut his mouth.
"Angel, what happened?" She asked with concern.
"I got separated from Spike in the fight against the Black Thorn demons, and I must have blacked out. Next thing I knew I was on a boat full of other demons. They took me to the Amazon, where I was kept prisoner for the past three months."
"Oh my god." Buffy gasped.
"Well, that explains why I couldn't find you. I looked all over, mate. You know the other two died."
Angel nodded. He knew that his other friends had died. In fact, he was shocked to see Spike alive.
"So how did you escape?" Buffy asked her first love curiously.
"It wasn't easy, but I managed. The Orkanus demons aren't very hard to fool."
"Did you say Orkanus demons? I didn't know they existed anymore." Spike seemed surprised by the news.
"Their leader, Exmaunigan, found a way of creating an army of them." The dark haired vampire informed them.
"Wait. An army?" The slayer asked somberly.
"Yes. He has created an army of demons with one purpose…to eviscerate the entire human race."
To be continued…
A/N: So this is just the beginning, but I hope you like it so far!! The rest of the Scooby gang will be coming in shortly! Plus you will find out the answers to everything you want to know! Please review!! Thanks!! .