Summary: During the Halloween spell during Season 2,
Spike and Buffy discover
that Buffy Summers is the reincarnation of Lizzie Addams, the younger
stepsister of Cecily Underwood, the woman who rejected William and sent
him into the arms of Drusilla.
Chapter 5
Author's Notes:
Tasha told me to warn you that Ford's dream about Carl is 'a bit
violent graphic wise and creepy'. So if you don't like the violence or
the creepiness that is Carl, don't read the part in italics in the last
section of the story. Also, this chapter is for menolly who asked for a
MMtM chappy on my 'Pay it Forward' LJ entry.
Chapter 5 Lie to Me
Drusilla watched in dismay as the little boy she was about to lure in
for a quick snack ran away. Her Daddy intervened and sent the child
scurrying away.
"My Angel!" The dark-haired vampiress cried when her Sire finally faced
her.
"Hello, Drusilla," Angel replied.
Drusilla slowly approached Angel. "Do you remember the song mummy used
to sing to me?"
Angel nodded. "I remember." He thought it was best if he humored the
insane woman.
"No, you don't, Daddy," Drusilla screeched. "Not really. You've
forgotten too much."
"Drusilla, leave here," Angel said softly. "I'm offering you a chance.
Take Spike and get out of Sunnydale."
"Can't." Drusilla pouted. "Not till the girl is gone, but I have a
plan." She started to hum to herself.
"Drusilla, what did you do?" Angel felt a fissure of alarm run through
him.
"Just called a nasty boy," Drusilla replied dreamily. "He'll help get
rid of the Slayer."
Angel backed away from Drusilla. As he hurried off, he had to wonder
who the nasty boy his insane childe was talking about. He wanted to
warn Buffy, but he wasn't sure if she would listen to him. After all,
she had been avoiding him ever since Halloween, as had the other
Scoobies.
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Ford raised a hand to his forehead. He had been observing his old
friend Buffy Summers for the past ten minutes. The memory of the dream
from the night before flashed through his head, giving him an unwanted
headache.
Ford made up his mind to approach Buffy. When he got closer, he
realized she and her friends were talking about cheering Buffy up.
Someone named Spike was mentioned, but Ford was too intent on
reintroducing himself to Buffy to comprehend what was being said.
"Are you planning on seeing Spike?" the red-haired girl asked. "I'm
sure he'll be happy to cheer you up."
"I'd suggest a box of Oreos dunked in apple juice, but maybe she's over
that phase," Ford spoke up. He grinned when Buffy's eyes widened in
recognition, but he was a little disappointed when her greeting was a
bit frosty.
"Ford," Buffy replied. "What are you doing in Sunnydale?" She stepped
back when the other teen went to hug her. She felt a shiver of disgust
go through her as she somehow recognized Carl Pendegrass' soul. She
stepped back a second time when Ford tried to hug her again.
Xander and Willow stood up from where they had been sitting on one of
the Bronze's couches. They didn't know who this stranger was, but they
both recognized Buffy's desire to put space between herself and the
newcomer.
"How have you been?" Ford attempted to sound casual, but inside he
seethed with anger that Buffy wasn't happy to see him.
Buffy looked past Ford to see Spike standing a few feet away. A
glorious smile spread across her face. She brushed past Ford, and she
hurried to the vampire's side.
Ford turned to see what, or rather who, had caught Buffy's attentions.
He felt the blood drain from his face when he recognized another player
from his dream. "William," he whispered.
"So, you know Spike?" Xander looked at the other boy. Something made
him suspicious of Ford.
"No, I don't!" Ford abruptly hurried away.
"Wonder what his problem was," Willow said softly.
"I can tell you." Buffy walked up with Spike. "I don't know how I know
this exactly, but Ford is a guy named Carl Pendergrass."
"Who?" Willow and Xander asked together even as Spike let out a low,
disgruntled growl.
Willow looked back and forth between Spike and Buffy. "I guess that
means something to the two of you."
"Yeah, you could say that." Buffy nodded. She sank down on a couch, and
she put her head into her hands.
"Pendergrass was a wanker who lured Lizzie away from a party with the
intention of rapin' her." Spike's eyes flashed yellow, making it
apparent that even after a century, and then some, the incident made
him angry. "How the bloody hell did he get here?" He sat down next to
Buffy where he cautiously took one of her hands.
Spike had been out looking for a snack to play catch and release with
when he realized the Slayer was out at the Bronze. On an impulse he had
decided to join her. Now, he was glad he had. He didn't want Buffy to
face Pendergrass alone, even if it was a reincarnation, possession, or
something else.
"I think I know," a quiet voice said. Angel stepped out of the shadows.
"Do tell," Spike snarled. He wasn't happy to see his grandsire,
especially after he had warned the broodin' poof away from his girl.
"It's Drusilla." Angel ran a hand over his hair. "She said she had
called the nasty boy to take care of Buffy."
Willow's brow furrowed in thought. "I don't understand all of this."
"I think we need to find out more about reincarnation," Buffy replied.
"I mean, she couldn't just get someone from our past with a snap of her
fingers, could she?"
Willow tilted her head. "I wouldn't think so. Maybe we should go talk
to Giles."
Buffy nodded in agreement. She smiled shyly at Spike. "Walk us to the
school?" she asked.
Angel felt a zing of jealousy shoot through him. It used to be him that
Buffy wanted to hang out with. Didn't she understand that it was
Angelus, not him that had hurt Lizzie? He didn't appreciate getting the
brush off for Captain Peroxide either.
Angel realized that while he was musing to himself -- he refused to
call it brooding -- Buffy had left the nightclub. She didn't even
say good-bye, Angel thought angrily.
"Hey, stud muffin. You look lost," a female voice said.
Angel turned to find Cordelia standing behind him. He shrugged, still
upset that Buffy had left.
"I saw how they left you here," Cordelia continued. "That just isn't
right. Come sit with me." She indicated a table where she had a cup of
espresso.
Angel nodded his head as he hid a sly smile. Maybe if Buffy saw him
with another girl, she would realize what she was missing. He followed
Cordelia over to her table.
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"Hey, Giles," Buffy called out as she entered the library with Spike,
Willow, and Xander. "Are you here?"
Giles came out of his office. He wasn't surprised to see Willow and
Xander with Buffy, but seeing Spike made the Watcher hesitate for an
instant. "How can I help you, Buffy?" he finally said.
Buffy glanced at Spike for a second before she replied, "Remember our
talk last week when I mentioned how William protected Lizzie?"
Giles nodded. He glanced at Spike too. He was encouraged when the
vampire wasn't angry at Buffy's revealing words.
"Yeah, well he's here!" Buffy wrinkled her nose. "This guy I used to
live next to in Los Angeles showed up."
"Somehow Buffy recognized him," Willow added. "Not just as her old
friend from out of town either."
"Deadboy seemed to think someone named Drusilla made Ford come here,"
Xander replied.
"I thought she died in Prague at the hands of the mob," Giles addressed
Spike.
Spike shook his head. "She's at the Annoying One's hideout. She's not
very strong at the moment."
"I've been researching reincarnation." Giles waved towards the table in
the middle of the room. The surface of the table was covered with
books. "Please have a seat."
After they were settled, Buffy asked, "So, what's the what, Giles?"
"I've discovered that reincarnation is only possible through curses."
Giles handed Buffy a sheet of paper with handwritten notes.
"Lizzie didn't know about magic." Buffy glanced at Spike who shook his
head. "William either. Besides, Drusilla is older than Spike."
"Somehow, I very much doubt that Lizzie and William were your first
lives," Giles replied. "Just as I doubt William's soul has been reborn."
"Why is that?" Willow asked. "I mean, he's dead. Well, technically."
She looked at Spike. "Right?"
"Undead, pet, and lovin' it," Spike drawled. "So, if I've got this
right both Buffy and myself have relived our lives many times over?"
"Yes, and it was only by magical circumstances that Buffy even
remembers her past life as Lizze."
"Is there anyway to find out how old the curse is, and to break it?"
Willow directed the two-pronged question to Giles. "I guess it could be
like carbon dating Buffy's soul."
"Guess old Pendergrass got himself cursed somehow too." Spike's lip
curled in disgust. "Wonder how long that was before I drove that
railroad spike through his brain."
"You did?" Buffy looked at Spike with wide eyes. Then she got a faraway
look on her face. "Yeah, he was always the one who said he'd rather
have a spike through his brain than listen to..."
"Slayer," Spike barked.
"Oh, sorry." Buffy blushed bright red. "No spilling that secret." She
pretended to lock her mouth and throw away the key.
"I might be able to 'carbon date' Buffy's soul, as it were." Giles got
the conversation back on track, but he was dying to know what kind of
secret Buffy had about the bleached blond vampire.
"Are there any consequences to this spell?" Spike asked.
"Buffy might experience some of her past lives, but if we have Brenna
present, it should be fine." Giles nodded as he spoke. This might be
beneficial research wise. He could submit a paper on reincarnation to
the Council.
"I will talk to her tomorrow," Buffy replied. "We have a session right
after school." She glanced at the clock, and she let out a small groan.
"I gotta get home."
"I'll drive you," Spike offered. "Your friends too."
"That would be great," Buffy murmured. "Just let me use the little
girls' room, and I'll be ready."
"Me too," Willow replied. The two girls got to their feet, and together
they left the library.
Spike waited until Buffy was down the hall before he said to Giles,
"There was more to this than just the spell on Halloween."
"How so?" Giles was avidly interested by this information.
"Few weeks back, after I broke in here, I dreamed about Buffy and
Lizzie," Spike answered. He didn't mind telling the Watcher about the
dream, but there was no way he was going to mention the masturbation
session that followed. "It was downright disturbin', but it was like I
was bein' warned."
"Ford called you William." Xander looked thoughtful.
"Really?" Giles wrote some words down on a piece of paper.
"Interesting."
"So, we have two other players in our little drama." Spike leaned back
in his chair. "This Ford wanker and Drusilla."
"At least two," Giles agreed. "I wouldn't be surprised if there are
more. I will start looking into the required spell to check on Buffy's
soul."
"You do that." Spike rose to his feet. "Come on, whelp. Our women await
us."
"Willow's not my woman," Xander protested as he rose to his feet too.
Spike tapped his nose. "This never lies. Red is hot for you."
"Too much information," Giles muttered as the two unlikely comrades
left the library in pursuit of Buffy and Willow.
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Ford sank into one of the chairs that were scattered around the vampire
wanna-be's club. His headache was getting more pronounced. It had
started behind his right eye, and it had spread to encompass his whole
head. He closed his eyes, and soon he was lost in a dream.
Carl Pendergrass lounged in the gazebo where he had assaulted many
young girls. His hand brushed along his cock as he recalled all the
tight virginal pussies he had fucked.
Pendergrass was so lost in his thoughts that he failed to see the
demonic creature standing behind a nearby bush. Neither did he see the
approach of William Jamison.
"Pendergrass, just the git I wanted to see," Jamison said with a smirk.
Carl leisurely opened his eyes. Despite the fact that William had
knocked him out during their last fight, he felt no fear of the smaller
man. "What do you want, poetry boy? Can't you see I'm busy?"
"But I brought you a present." Jamison reached into his pocket.
"Take your present and shove it up your arse," Pendergrass muttered. He
had so many better things to do than verbally spar with the likes of
Jamison.
In just a few second, Carl found himself held in the air by his throat.
He gasped for air against William's inhuman grip.
"Oh, but I'm going to shove it somewhere," Jamison snarled. He took an
old rusty railroad spike out of his pocket. "But it won't be up my
arse."
Carl spluttered in terror when William's face changed into that of a
monster. He clawed at Jamison's hand to no avail. Then he felt his
bowels and bladder release in fear.
William wrinkled his nose. "That's just nasty, Pendergrass, just like
you," he growled. He hefted the spike up, and he placed it against
Carl's eye. "So, let's see which really is more painful, shall we?”
Carl squeaked, hoping that William would change his mind. As the metal
nail entered his eye, the Pendergrass heir would have screamed but the
hand on his throat squelched all sound. Carl fainted from the pain long
before the spike reached his brain.
William dropped the body to the ground. He gave it a disdainful sniff
before he kicked it hard in the balls.
"That was short and sweet," the vampire muttered. "I just wish you
would feel that pain over and over for about a hundred lifetimes or
so." He strolled out of the gazebo whistling a lullaby his mother used
to sing to him. So, he didn't hear the other demon's words as he
departed.
"Wish granted.”
Ford woke up abruptly. Sitting across from him was a dark-haired woman
in an old-fashioned dress. Beside her was one of the vampire wanna-bes,
cold and lifeless with bite marks on her neck.