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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.

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Chapter 6

“And then, I told them that the new imported dresses were just so icky this season.” Cordelia wrinkled her nose. Then, she realized that she didn’t have Angel’s entire attention. “I don’t think Buffy’s coming back tonight.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Angel replied in a morose voice.

“You really should give up on her.” Cordelia took a sip of her cooling coffee. “It’s obvious to everyone she has found herself a new vampire to hang out with.”

“That is unacceptable.” Angel shook his head. “What does Spike have that I don’t? He’s evil and soulless. Anyone with a brain can see that.” He folded his hands on the table, and he rested his forehead on his clutched fists.

Cordelia mentally shook her head. There was no way she was going to get Angel’s attention while Buffy was on the scene. She decided that it was time to change tactics on how she was going to gain said attention. “So, tell me about the intense convo that you had with the geek herd before.”

Angel’s head popped up. He had forgotten about the new kid in town, and he knew he could get Buffy’s attention back by figuring out what the kid was up to. “I’ve got to go figure out what that boy is up to.” He rose to his feet.

Cordelia had no plans on letting Angel leave without her. So, she grabbed her purse, and she too rose to her feet. “Okay, sounds like a plan. Let’s go.

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Ford took a deep breath, afraid in the face of a real vampire. He gave out an uncertain, “Hey.”

“The spike goes peck, peck, peck on your brain.” Drusilla peered into Ford’s eyes. “You made William very angry, made him into Spike.”

“What?” Ford looked confused for a moment, but then he remembered his dream. “He calls himself Spike because of that?”

“Hmmm, yes.” Drusilla leaned back. “He forgot for awhile about the sunshine, but now it has all gone bad. You bring me the nasty Slayer, and I’ll take away the pecking.”

“You’ll turn me?” Ford asked excitedly. “If I get Buffy for you, you’ll make it so I don’t die from the tumors? Thanks.” He jumped to his feet, and he rushed towards the entrance of the club.

Drusilla looked at the dead girl by her side, and in a lucid moment said softly, “Spike will never let you live, Carl. No matter what I try, he’s destined to stand in the warmth.”

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Brenna looked around at the Slayer’s friends gathered in the outer part of the room. She found all of them to be an interesting collection of people. There were the two teenagers, Willow and Xander, the Slayer’s Watcher Rupert Giles, and lastly, the vampire Spike, aka William the Bloody. She knew amother vampire was absent, but since no one else seemed to care, she didn’t mention him. Besides, it wasn’t the absent vampire that Buffy was calling out for anyway.

“Guillaum! Guillaum! Pourquoi sont vous ici?” Buffy cried out. “Vous savez que la maison pue avec la peste.”**

Brenna waved Spike over. “She calls for you.”

Spike went to Buffy’s side, and he took one warm hand in both of his own, and he spoke in French also, “Elisabeth, I couldn’t stay away. The plague won’t hurt me.” After a few seconds of holding the Slayer’s hand, he had a flash of insight into the life now playing out in the Slayer’s mind.

“Your hands are colder than mine, William. Are you already dead?” Elizabeth pouted. “You know I like it more when you call me Babette.”

“My sweet Babette,” Spike whispered.

“Mother, Father, and all my little sisters are dead.” Elizabeth glanced to the right. Then she returned her attention to Spike, and she cupped his cheek with one trembling hand. “I think I am next, my beloved. I feel so cold now. I want you to always remember I love you.”

“I love you too,” Spike whispered. Even though he had no idea what was going on, he could feel a love for the Slayer running through him.

Elizabeth’s face saddened. “I know you don’t like to hear anything bad about your cousins, my beloved, but we were not sick until they sent the last food supply. I told Mother the meat smelled tainted, but we have been without for so long that she risked it anyway.”

“You’re right. I believe my cousins are to blame for this, Babette.” Spike’s earlier flash of insight had been correct.

“I hate your cousins, William. I hope Henry and Lillith rot in hell for what they’ve done to us.” Elizabeth let out a cough.

Spike looked up at Brenna, and he mouthed the words ‘Cilla’ and ‘Liam’ to the therapist. Earlier, they had all found out that they were two people ultimately to blame for the situation the Slayer and the vampire were currently engaged in. He turned his attention back to Buffy. Finding out that the petite blond and he had spent a good eight centuries trying to find each other because of the actions of Angelus and Drusilla had the vampire very disgruntled. To find out during Buffy’s regression to the past that the love he’d never been able to fully grasp as his own was purposely kept from him destroyed whatever loyalty he felt for his Sire.

“Babette, my sweet, I don’t understand. Why would my cousin kill you and your family?” Spike asked in French.

“Lillith fancies herself in love with you of course.” Elizabeth’s face grew stormy. “She sent a long missive about the two of you being lovers, and that you planned on marrying her post haste. I didn’t believe it. I know you love me, William.” She coughed.

“My sweet Babette,” Spike whispered.

“Buffy, I want you to come forward in time until you are here with us again.” Brenna broke into the conversation between Spike and Buffy.

Buffy twitched slightly, and her eyes closed. When she finally opened her eyes again, she looked around at the people in the room. “Well, that certainly explains a lot.”

“I have a question?” Willow raised her hand. “What made them remember all this now instead of before?”

Buffy glanced at Spike. “Well, I think, and it’s only a thought, that in all the time between the start of this whole thing and now, we haven’t been supernatural before. I mean, we’ve been just normal humans. Nearly everyone involved is supernatural, including Drusilla and Angel.” Then she turned to Giles. “Something about your buddy’s spell too.”

Giles nodded as he contemplated the chaos spell that Ethan had cast. “The only problem I see is that we don’t know the parameters of the original spell cast by Elizabeth’s mother, and we won’t without Drusilla or Angel’s help.”

“I doubt Drusilla will help us,” Spike replied.

“Angel won’t either,” Buffy said with a note of finality in her voice. “In all of the lives I’ve seen, even when he didn’t interfere directly, he wasn’t much help.”

“I agree with Buffy.” Brenna looked at each of the Scoobies in turn. “She shouldn’t have to deal with someone who hurt one of her past bodies in the way that Angelus hurt Lizzie.” Her eyes landed on Xander, who Buffy had talked about in the first session. “No woman should have to.”

Xander looked down at his hands. As more time passed, the guiltier he felt for attacking Buffy while under the influence of the hyena demon. Xander let the conversation flow past him as he contemplated where he was in his life.

Willow let out a giggle. “Maybe we should hold a séance to contact Elizabeth’s mother.”

“Why hold a séance when I’m right here?” A female demon appeared out of thin air She gave Buffy an indulgent look before she continued speaking, “I am Ceridwyn, patron saint of reincarnated souls, at your service.”


** William. William. Why are you here? You know the home stinks with plague. (I used http://translation2.paralink.com/ for my translations)