Title: The First Seconded

Author: Falcon-Rider falcon_rider@hotmail.com

Rating: PG-13 for Angst and ect. And CD

Disclaimer: I own nothing 'cept the plot and Nich. Oh and a few others...

Authors note:  Yes its been a while and the reason its out now is cause I'm sick and can't go on the thirty hour famine trip. You guys are so lucky. Anyway for those interested I know I said back to SD in this part but it's probably going to be in 32 that there back there. And yes I do drag this out, it's gonna be long baby. But not to long. Hopefully I'll be done with by may, hopefully. Oh thanks to my wonderful beta FanofFaith. Thanks for the reviews everyone.

Story time...

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"That's what changed your mind? You hurt a girl? Who, Drusilla... she could care less -- or rather more -- if you hurt her!"

"A human girl," Spike clarified.

Angel couldn't help it; remembering all those years back to when his childe was newly sired, he laughed.

"You did this because you hurt a girl?" The vampire, whose life Spike had so recently saved, tried to cough out between chuckles. "What, did some 'happy meal on legs' actually mean something to you?"

Spike spun at the mocking tone he heard and let his anger go. He hit him, hard, a right hook that smashed into his jaw with a crack.

"What the?!" Angel stared at the fuming slayer in front of him.

"You have no right to talk like that about her!" Spike growled. "In fact, you have no right to talk about her at all, not any more."

Angel was confused. "Who the hell are you talking about, Spike?" Then it clicked. "Buffy."

Spike said nothing.

"You're in love with Buffy." Angel was stunned, then he growled. "And you hurt her."

*

"So, do you think they'll be alright up there?" Fred asked, glancing toward the stairs as she searched through a drawer for super glue.

Nich shrugged. "I don't know about Angel, but William can take care of himself... most of the time, anyway. Sides, I doubt they'll kill each other, the powers would be pretty upset if they did."

"Let me get this straight, William is- was a Vampire?" Gunn asked suddenly.

Nich glanced up and raised a single eyebrow. "Yes." She stressed the single syllable word, "and now he's a vampire slayer, also known as the one who kills vampires for a living."

"I thought slayers were only girls," Fred frowned as she shut the drawer and unscrewed the cap to the glue.

Nich shrugged. "Things change. I guess the powers wanted more... erm, firepower or something." She frowned as she tried to think of a better word to describe it.

"So he's some sort of super human vampire hunter?" Connor asked.

Nich turned to look at him. "Basically, with added vamp sensors to go along with the package."

"So, he's like me then." Connor stated plainly.

"I don't..." Nich frowned and bit her lip as she fitted two pieces of the lamp together. "I don't think so. You see, a slayer has to be called and since Spike only became a slayer a few months ago and didn't die till this summer..."

"He died?" Fred asked, shocked.

"Again." Nich nodded. "But he got better."

"Aw."

*

"Let me explain," Spike said, turning to face his sire.

Angel relaxed slightly, but his fist and jaw remained clenched as he tried to contain himself. His demon raged to confront his childe.

"A few years ago, I returned to Sunnydale after the whole Ring of Amara incident... very sorry about the whole pokers through chest thing, by the way," Spike waved off a reply as he continued. "This government group that called themselves the Initiative grabbed me and placed a behavioral modification chip in my head. Then, long story short, I ended up running to the slayer for help. I helped her out, slaying demons and yadda yadda yadda. Till she died, then I watched over the bit till Red resurrected 'er."

Spike sighed. "One of Red's not so bright ideas. Anyway, then we had a thing -- physical, mutual hurt thing -- going on, and after a while we broke up. It ended up with me and the demon girl, who had since been left at the altar by the whelp, going at it in a fit of drunken sorrows and getting caught... thus big confrontation, and yadda, yadda. I went to talk it out with Buffy and things happened. Bad things... So then I went to Africa and competed in some trials. And voila, here I am, all decked out and a slayer. Who'da thought?"

Angel was silent as he stared at the man in front of him and his brown eyes softened a bit, just a bit.

"What did you do, Spike?"

Spike turned away, focusing on a spot on the wall.

"What did you do?"

He swallowed and closed his eyes. "I was upset. The demon... it took over. She managed to stop me though, threw me across the bloody room."

"Spike," Angel said calmly, trying to coax him into continuing.

Bright blue eyes turned to him; they were crystalline in color and filled with sparkling tears that were ready to cascade down tanned skin. "I tried to rape her, Angel. I nearly did."

*

"Are we going to prod the ponies?" A sweet voice asked, excited.

"Of course." The reply was simple, and direct.

Drusilla giggled slightly, letting a cruel smile engulf her doll like face. "Then we can make them into glue to fix all the broken dollies. Granmum would like that."

"Your 'granmum's' dead, Drusilla." He glanced at her, his brown eyes bored.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." She tilted her head. "Shouldn't talk to your mum that way, even if the king of carpes allows it."

He rolled his eyes and let the demon mask fall across his features. "It's time for dinner, are you ready to eat?"

"I didn't much like the taste of books in my mouth," Drusilla ran a finger across her lips. "It made me miss my boy..." She pouted, whining a little. "Can I chase the pony this time?"

"Only if you eat her whole."

Drusilla clapped her hands, "Oh I will! She'll go down smooth, not at all sticky, almost like a horsy."

*

Angel was torn between two actions. He could either comfort his childe and begin to reaffirm the bond between them, not caring that his childe was human. Or he could turn away from his childe because he was filled with anger for what he had done. The only other option that came quickly to mind was to kill him, and that was just not an option.

Sighing, he took an unneeded breath. "I haven't seen Buffy in over a year. Her business is hers."

Spike glanced at him, confused, his eyes conveying his thoughts.

"I don't know what happened between you two, Spike, and frankly I don't want to think about it." Angel smiled slightly. "What Buffy and I had was over years ago, before I even left Sunnydale. There's no way I can change that even if I wanted to. And, for the record, I don't, I have a life here. Or unlife rather."

Spike nodded. "You're mad, though...?"

"That you tried to rape Buffy? Yes." Angel nodded. "But what I don't know is everything that led up to it. From watching you with Dru I believe it would take a lot to push you over the edge. Which is why I'm saying this -- you're on a road I never thought you'd be able to walk. One I didn't think I'd be able to, the road to redemption. I would rather stand and support you with all your mistakes and be able to say I'm proud of one of my... my sins than turn my back because of one of yours."

Spike nodded. "You're proud of me?"

"Maybe." Angel frowned. "In the whole turning-good thing... All right, yes, just a bit."

Spike laughed slightly. "Poofter."

"Look who's talking," Angel pointed out

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To be continued in: (unnamed so far once again)
 

A. Note: Angel being nice? Wow. Who'da thought? I'm just trying to get back to SD alright? So if you wanted a bigger confrontation... sorry for the disappointment. Also I'm shamelessly going to promote my first music video at: go me! Please email me about it if you do watch it, I'd like to know if you like it!