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Zarrah
Rating: NC-17 for Language/violence and sexual situations in later chapter's.
Disclaimer: Belong to Joss...not me
Summary: *Sequel to Lover's Walk*...Future...Year 2034....Eleven years after Buffy's death, Spike is living in LA helping Angel fight the good fight. How will he react when he comes face to face with ghost's from his past.
A/N...(This is 'NOT' a Buffy/Spike fic..you have been warned!) Also, this 'is' a sequel, so the story will make no sense what so ever if you don't read "Lover's Walk" first.
The smoky bar was alive with laughter and conversation that died quickly as he walked into the room. The sound of his heavy boots hitting the floor caused the demons that were there, to slouch in there seats and hide their faces.
Piercing blue eyes stared at the demons crowded into the bar. Dark blonde hair adorned his head as the dim light cast shadows across his sculptured features.
Everyone in the place knew why he was there and no one wanted to be on the receiving end of his wrath. He was short tempered and killed quickly if he didn't get what he was after.
Stopping to light a cigarette, he inhaled deeply and gave the occupants a hard look before blowing the smoke out and walking to the bar. The bar tender immediately reached for a glass and poured his drink, knowing he didn't like to wait...for anything.
"Here you go Mr. Spike" the short stubby man behind the bar said as he handed Spike his favorite drink.
Spike threw his head back, swallowing the foul liquid in one gulp. "What you have for me?" he asked as he sat the glass back down and motioned for another.
The bar tender looked around nervously as he poured Spike another drink. "Not much. Hear there's a new Master in town." he said quietly, looking at the other customer's sitting around the bar. "Didn't get a name, bad news is all I heard."
"Is that right?" Spike asked, leaning his head to one side.
"Yeah....guy over there in the corner.." he said motioning with his head, "said his Master was going to be the strongest vampire alive. Not sure what he meant though."
Spike glanced over to the corner and almost laughed at what he saw. A red headed, freckle faced vamp, not much larger than a twelve year old girl was sitting there. He was laughing with the guy's siting with him and Spike smiled slightly before standing. "This shouldn't take long" he said as he stubbed out his cigarette and walked over to where the guy was sitting.
The demon's sitting at the tables near 'red' moved away fast as they saw Spike approaching. They knew the look on his face and wasn't about to get caught in the cross fire. As Spike neared the table, 'red' looked up and grinned.
"Well, well...if it isn't the vampire killer himself. I was wondering when you were going to come over and grace us with your presence." he said to Spike as he stopped in front of his table.
Spike smiled down at him and leaned his head to the side. "Wouldn't be to happy to see me yet." he said looking at the other occupants at the table. "Hardly here for a social call."
"Oh really?" red said laughing lightly, "And just 'what' do you want then?"
"Who's your Master?" Spike asked him bluntly.
Red laughed at Spike as he stood there looking at him. "I think that's a question best left unsaid."
Spike smirked at him and pulled another smoke from his pocket. Sticking it between his lips, he flipped his lighter open and looked at red before lighting up. "And why's that?" he asked taking a long draw off his cigarette.
"Because you can't touch him. No one can. He's more powerful than any vamp alive." red said smiling. "And soon...he'll be invincible"
Spike stared at the younger vamp and wondered what his last statement meant. Throwing his freshly lit cigarette to the floor he ground it out with the heel of his boot before reaching out lighting fast and grabbed red, pulling him from his seat. Smiling up at him he leaned his head to the side before he spoke. "Tell me his name....or...I'll kill you."
Red looked worried at first then a slow smile played at his lips. "You're not going to kill me. Can't get the information you need from a dead man."
"Now see, that's where you're wrong." Spike said as he tossed 'red' across the room towards a Phlanger demon and he landed hard on the demons antlered head. Spike smiled as he slowly walked over to him. "Gonna tell me now?" he asked him as 'red' tried to free himself from his painful 'hanging spot'.
Red gasped as he looked down. Blood was pouring out of the various holes in his body as the demon he was embedded in just sat there, looking wide eyed at Spike. He looked up and caught Spike's intense stare as he stalked closer to him.
"Well, what's it gone be?" Spike asked, looking up at him.
"He'll kill me." red said, his voice rasping as he tried to hold his spewing blood in.
"No matter...I'm gone kill you anyways...might as well make yourself useful first."
Red looked over at where his friends were and noticed they were all leaving quietly. He knew he was as good as dead. Closing his eyes tightly for a minute, he opened them back up and smiled. "Go ahead...do your worst." he said grinning. "I'll die knowing the Master ripped you apart."
Spike sighed loudly and shrugged his shoulder's. "If you insist." he said as he reached up and grabbed 'reds' legs and gave he a hard jerk, ripping his body up the middle as the demons antlers sawed him half into. Spike watched as his ashes fell, once his heart had been torn from his body.
Looking around, he stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at the other occupants in the bar. "Anyone else know anything about this new Master?" he asked.
No one dare even look at him. The remaining demons in the bar knew no one gave information to Spike and lived to tell about it...so why bother.
Spike looked back over to the bar and smiled to himself as he saw the stunned faces of those who sat there. It felt good being the big bad...even if it was just for show now adays. Walking back to the bar, he paid for his drink and gave the bar tender a hard look.
"You'll call if you hear anything else about this new Master...won't you?"
"Sure...sure thing Mr. Spike. You know I will" the bar tender said nervously.
Spike gave him a small nod before he turned and exited the bar. He smiled, as he hopped on his bike and started the engine. *Nothin' like a spot of violence before bed* he said to himself with a grin as he pulled away from the curve and headed home.
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"Angel Investigations" a cheery voice said as Spike held the phone.
"What you still doin' there nibblet. It's late." Spike said smiling as he padded across the floor barefoot.
Dawn smiled as she heard his voice and shook her head. "Spike I'm 47 years old...don't you think it's time to stop with the baby names?"
"You'll always be my little nibblet....beside, you don't look a day over thirty." he said smiling.
"Yeah well, that's beside the point, but to answer your question...I just had some last minute stuff to finish up. Was just about ready to leave." Dawn said as she fumbled around in her purse. "You back so soon from scaring the local demon population?"
"Yeah, just got in. The poof still up?"
Dawn shook her head and grinned. "Yes, Angel's still up. Hold on, I'll get him."
Spike walked into his bedroom and hung his duster up before throwing his boots in the closet. Reaching for some clothes, he made his way into the bathroom and leaned up against the counter as Angel picked up the phone.
"So, did you get anything?" Angel asked.
"Not much. New Master in town. No name. Kid said he'd soon be invincible..whatever the hell that means." Spike said as he started to remove his pants.
"Well, it's a start I guess. You want to take Blake with you tomorrow night. You can cover more ground that way." Angel asked him.
"Sure...whatever." Spike said as he turned on the shower. "I'll see ya tomorrow then."
"Yeah, Night Spike." Angel said as Spike hung the phone up on him. He looked at the receiver and shook his head. "You'd think he would have learned some manner's by now."
Dawn laughed lightly as she pulled her purse onto her arm. "Um Angel...you do remember who you're talking about...don't you?"
Angel chuckled at her. "Yes...but I can always dream can't I?"
"Goodnight Angel" Dawn said smiling as she walked to the door. "I'll be back early tomorrow." she added as she opened the door and left.
Angle watched her go and ran his hands through his hair before walking to his office. Grabbing a few books, he sat down and tried to figure out who this 'New Master' might be.
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Philip walked quietly into her room. She was crouched down in the corner, staring blankly at the wall. He sighed lightly before going to her closet and picking out a dress.
"How's this one?" he asked her, only to get no kind of response. "It's my favorite. I think you look beautiful in it." he said as he approached her and placed the dress on the bed.
Reaching down he picked her up and sat her on the bed. "Now, I know it's a big night for him, so please miss...please be on your best behavior. I can't stand it when he hurts you." Philip told her quietly as he removed her nightgown.
"Why you insist on behaving in a manner to make him angry, I'll never understand. He's going to kill you if you don't start behaving."
"Good" she whispered softly.
Philip looked up at her surprised. "Did you just say something?" he asked, looking into her eyes. They were cold and dead, just like her. He knew they held a pain he could never imagine.
Shaking his head, he slipped the light red and pink flowery dress on over her head and smiled as he stood her up and pulled it down over her body. "There...beautiful as ever." he said, admiring the way the dress hung to her body. "Let's get up fixed up." he said as he walked her over to the dressing table, her ankle chains clanking as she scuffled alone.
Philip brushed her long hair and pulled it up high on her head. He curled the long tendrils that hung down her back and knew she deserved more than his Master ever gave her. He wished so many times he could take her away. He had spent the last twenty-four years caring for her and had deep feelings for her. He had stood by and watched as his Master beat, raped and tortured her. He hated the Master as much as he knew she did....but was to afraid to do anything about it. Sighing heavily, he finished her hair and stood back to admire her.
"There...I think he will be most pleased with this." Philip told her smiling.
Focusing her eyes, she looked up at him. Philip was surprised when she did. She never looked directly at anyone. "Help me." she asked him, her voice a crackling whisper from years of miss use.
Philip stared down at her, his mouth gaped open. He bent down on one knee to be eye level with her. "Help you what?" he asked her quietly.
"Kill me" she whispered, tears springing to her eyes.
"What...NO!" he whispered back at her terrified at the thought. "I could never. Don't even talk like that." he told her, taking her hand in his. He watched as tears rolled down her face. He hadn't seen her cry in more than fifteen years. His dead heart immediately went out to her. "Please miss...it'll be okay. I'll take care of you." he almost begged at the desperate look in her eyes.
She shook her head no at him. "I can't do this anymore. Please help me"
Philip looked down at her feet to the ankle shackles she had worn since he had been assigned to watch her. Her ankles were black, as they always were from the constant rubbing of the metal. He looked at the bruises on her arms and chest that always were replaced with new ones as soon as the older ones started to fade. He knew he was just holding on to her for his own selfish reasons. He loved her. He had spent the better part of twenty-four years caring for her...only to let a monster slowly kill her by his constant humiliation of her. Sighing lightly, he raised his head and looked at her.
"I will help you." he said sadly. "Only because I love you so. The Master will surly kill me. But for you, I will gladly die a thousand deaths."
She smiled best she could as tears fell down her cheeks. "Thank You" she said.
Philip reached down and pulled a key from his pocket. He looked back up at her and smiled. "I cannot kill you, but I can help set you free." he said as he placed the key in her hand. "Please chose your escape wisely."
Looking down briefly, she looked back up at him before closing her hand around the key. "You're a good man.....I'll never forget you."
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Spike walked into the Hyperion and strolled into Angel's office. He sat in the chair across from Angel and threw his feet up on the desk.
"Spike...how many times do I have to tell you not to put those dirty boots on my desk?" Angel asked, never looking up from what he was reading.
Spike smirked at him. "Now peaches...you should know by now that I would never listen to you."
Angel put his book down and smiled at Spike. "Well, if you expect to be paid....then you are going to learn."
Spike rolled his eyes and lowered his feet. "There...happy?"
"Not yet...have a job for you."
"Wow...the wonders never cease" Spike said sarcastically. "Thought you wanted Blake and I to hit the demon bars?"
Angel shook his head and tossed a notebook across the desk at Spike. "These are the list of possibles. Go check them out. I've listed the last know whereabouts'. Should keep you busy for a while."
Spike looked over the list of names and cites before raising an eyebrow. "You tryin' to get rid of me?" he asked, noticing he would have to travel half the country to look up the Master's Vampire's Angel had listed.
"No...why would I want to do that?" he asked, grinning.
Spike gave him a hard look. "You a right ole bastard, you know that right?"
Angel laughed slightly at him as he sat back in his chair. "Yeah, well..that'll teach you who the boss is around here."
Spike stood and walked to the door. "Guess I'm right to assume I'm a loner on this trip?"
"You would assume right."
"Right then." Spike said as he exited Angel's office.
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Spike packed his bag and grabbed his duster. The new one didn't fit as well as the one he had...but leather wouldn't last forever. Closing the door to his cottage behind him, he walked around the side of the house and laid his bag down.
Grabbing a water hose he turned it on and watered his garden. He gave his mind a minute to reflect on all the things his little garden meant to him. He smiled while looking at the roses, knowing they were a constant little reminder of Buffy. She had grown them and he didn't have the heart to leave them in Sunnydale when he left, so he dug them up and brought them along.
Turning, he flipped the nozzle to shut the water off and smiled as he gave his little garden a good look. He walked back over to the deck and picked up his bag and looked out over the rolling waves as the ocean tossed and turned.
He surrounded himself with a lifetime of memories. Knowing that as long as he had constant reminder's of those he loved near by...they would never be far away.
Making his way to his bike..he strapped on his bag and readied himself for a trip he knew would be long and boring.. *I'm gonna kill peaches for this* he said to himself as he started the engine and sped off into the night.
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The shadows of the LA skyline provided shelter as she hid herself from her pursuer's. Running for her life, she hide in an alley beside an old Hotel as the sound of laughter drew near. Drawing herself into a corner, she waited for he path to clear to once again try and make her escape.
~*~
"At the Copa...Copa Cabana" was sung off key as Jesse and Blake made fun at Angle's attempt at Kareoke.
Gut wrenching laughter erupted as Angel's growls at their mocking, reached their ears.
"It wasn't that bad." Angel spat out angrily. "I told you I couldn't sing that song. I can do Mandy much better"
"No man....I think Spike was right..you sound like a dying Wathory beast in heat." Blake said laughing hard as they approached the hotel. "I wish he would have been here. He would have loved that."
"Yeah, like hearing Barry do those songs aren't bad enough, but Angel..man..Please, I think even Lorne was ready to shed blood on that last one." Jesse said as their laughter at him continued.
"Now, come on..give Angel a break guy's" Rob said giving his friend a pat on the back. "Don't listen to them Angel, I think you were much better than that Felora demon."
Jesse and Blake continued to snicker as Angle pouted at their constant jabs at him.
"See the things is...you'd think after being around for 270 years, you could have at least learned to sing on key." Blake told him as they stepped up to the front door of the hotel.
"I'm a vampire...I had better things to occupy my time......"
Angel's words were cut short as the screams of a woman came from the side alley.
All four men turned and ran towards the sound. As they rounded the corner, they saw a group of six men holding a woman as she struggled to free herself.
Running to her aide, Angel and Crew threw themselves at her attackers.
Grabbing the arm of the large man holding her, Blake was struck as the man vamped out and back-handed him.
"Their vamps!" Rob yelled as stakes were drawn and the fight got underway.
Throwing the woman to the side, all six vamps rushed them as Angel grabbed one and staked him quickly.
Fist flew as the fight continued. No one saw the shaggy headed vamp slink into the shadows and escape as his fellow comrades were slowing disposed of. Hiding across the street he watched, as the four rescuers slowly approached the woman he had been sent to retrieve.
Angel made his way over to where the woman was laying. She had a big cut on her forehead and he figured she must have hit her head pretty hard. She was out cold. Picking her up, he turned to face the others. "Let's get her inside." he said as he walked out of the alley.
The vamp across the street watched as his Master's favorite toy was taken into the old Hotel. He knew he would need to hurry and report back, but he also knew his fate was sealed. The Master would surly kill him for failing to bring her back. Deciding his own neck was to precious to risk...he turned and ran, determined on getting as far away from the city as possible.
~*~*~
Angel carried the woman inside the hotel and carried her up to the second floor. Opening the door to a room, he gently laid her down on the bed and turned to the others. "Go call Dawn. I'm sure whoever this is, she will feel more comfortable with another woman here instead of a room full of men." he said as he looked back down at the unconscience woman laying there.
Rob and Blake left the room as Jesse walked closer to the bed. "Wonder what they wanted with her?" he asked as he looked at her.
"Not sure...she's a vampire. She may have belonged to one of them." Angel said, looking her over for anymore cuts.
"How you know?' Jesse asked him.
Angel stood up straight and looked over at Jesse. "I'm a vampire..she has no heart beat. Not real hard to tell another vamp when you see one."
"Oh...right. She must be pretty important for six men to be after her." Jesse said as he watched Angel walk to the bathroom.
"Yeah, hopefully she'll be able to tell us when she wakes up." Angel said as he returned with a wet towel. He sat down on the side of the bed and gently blotted at the blood on her head. He noticed all the bruises on her body. "She's pretty beat up. Looks like she's been someone personal punching bag for a while now."
"Yeah, look at her ankles." Jesse said, wincing lightly at the black, bloody state they were in.
Angel looked down briefly before returning his gaze back up at her face. He pushed her hair away from her face as he continued to stare at her. "Can't imagine anyone wanting to hurt her." he said softly as he looked at her.
Jesse grinned slightly. "Don't go getting all mushy old man."
Angel looked up at Jesse and grinned sheepishly. "What, I'm dead...not blind." he said looking back down at her. "Nothing wrong with having a pretty face to look at every once in a while."
"Yeah, I'll agree with ya there. Just hope Spike doesn't see her, or you'll be out of luck."
Angel rolled his eyes. "I'm sure that smart mouth of his will distract from his natural charm before he can lay the moves on her." he said chuckling lightly.
"Dawn's on her way" Blake said as he walked back in the room. "Wow...pretty thing, isn't she" he added as he looked down at her.
Angel and Jesse both grinned at each other. "Yeah, we were just discussing that."
As Rob walked back into the room, all three men turned to look at him. "Angel, I found this in the alley." he said holding a gold triangle shaped piece of metal. "I think it's real gold." he added as he handed it to Angel.
Angel studied the piece and rubbed his thumb over it lightly. "Any idea what it is?"
"No, not until I get out my books. Whatever it is..it's old. Those markings are a very old form of Grytlack writing, I do believe. It's a demon language that dates back eight hundred years or so." Rob said taking the piece back from Angel.
"Well..see what you can find out. If she dropped this, it may explain what those vamps were after her for."
Rob shook his head as he turned and started out of the room.
"Did Dawn say when she'd be here?" Angel asked as he looked down at his watch.
"Yeah, she said she'd be right over...not sure what's taking her so long." Blake said as the woman on the bed started to wake.
Angel looked over at her when she moved slightly. He watched as her eyes slowly opened and she turned her head to the side. They went wide as she saw the three men looking at her and she frantically crawled across the bed, and hid herself beside it as she threw herself in the floor.
"Hey...were not gonna hurt you." Angel said softly as he stood up. "You're safe here."
All three men watched her as she scooted back against the wall and slid herself along it to the corner.
They didn't know what to make of her behavior. She looked scared to death. "Don't make any sudden moves." Angel told the others as they all watched her.
"Hey..sorry I'm late Angel...my personal tormentor called right as I was leaving." Dawn said as she entered the room. "He made me promise to tell you that...he hate's you and hopes you dies a long painful death for sending him on a wild goose chase and that he'd be back at the end of the week." she finished up smiling...looking at the three men staring at the corner.
Turning her attention to the corner to where they were all looking, Dawn blinked a few times before walking slowly to the woman crouched in the corner.
"Dawn...don't" Angel said softly. "She's scared, don't make any sudden moves."
Dawn's eyes widened as she looked at the woman. She approached her slowly as the woman sat there with her head against the wall, a blank look on her face. Her eyes were unfocused and she was staring off into space.
"Oh my god" Dawn said softly, covering her mouth with her hands as she stared at the near catatonic state the woman was in.
"CALL SPIKE NOW!!" she said urgently, as she bent down in the floor infront of the woman and reached out with a shaky hand, pushing her hair away from her face to get a better look at her.
Dawn couldn't believe what she was seeing. She blinked a few times and looked at her from head to toe, taking in the bruised, beaten state she was in before turning to look back over at the three men still standing there staring.
"NOW DAMIT!! CALL HIM NOW!!" Dawn yelled, frantic at what she knew was going to give her oldest and dearest friend a major case of wiggins.
Angel rushed out of the room as Dawn sat in front of the trembling woman. "Don't worry...your safe here." she told her smiling as she lightly ran her hand up and down her arm. "Spike's on his way...everything's going to be just fine.......Ravyn."
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