Here is the third in the Spike series. Now, this one is going to deal with Twilight and the end of the world and magic, so hang on tight and enjoy the ride

1. We're Getting Married

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“We’re getting married!” Spike cried

“How? What? How?” Angel cried in disbelief

“Spike and I are getting married,” Illyria said, “Is that hard to understand?”

“Um, yeah, it is. Because A) it’s Spike and B) it’s you getting married to each other”

“Well, you’ve got an invite to the wedding and reception,” Spike said, “Cheerleader would like that, wouldn’t she?”

“Yeah, I suppose. Oh man, this is all so sudden. I would never have expected this from you in a hundred years, Spike. And Illyria, unbelievable”

“Well, thought we’d surprise you and all,” Spike grinned, “Gives you something to look forward to. It’s in the next six months. Unsure of the date, but we’ll call”

“Alright then,” Angel said

“We shall leave you to deal with this news,” Illyria said, “You’re in shock”

“Yeah, so, see you around, Angel”

Spike threw his arm around Illyria’s shoulders and left the house. Angel saw them drive off, chuckling to himself. He closed the door and headed back to the living room, just as something crashed upstairs and he heard Cordelia scream. Angel raced upstairs and slammed open the bedroom door, seeing Cordelia lying prone on the bed. A sword was sticking out of her stomach and her face was pale due to her blood being splattered all over the wall and soaking the bed sheets. And the scene was made even worse by the fact that Buffy was standing beside the bed, wiping her hands clean

“Wha…Buffy?”

“She had to be removed,” Buffy said, “She has no place in what’s coming”

“You…you killed…her? You killed Cordelia?!”

“Um, yeah, I did,” Buffy said, as if it didn’t faze her

“What for?!”

“I told you. She has no place in what’s coming”

Angel growled and swung at Buffy, but she ducked and slammed her palms against his stomach, throwing him against the wall. Angel groaned and slowly got to his feet, as a kick to the chest smashed him through the wall. Buffy followed through, easily picking Angel up and tossing him down the stairs, shattering the railing on the way down. Angel landed in a heap on the floor, as Buffy landed before him

“It’s all part of the plan”

Drawing a large dagger, Buffy then plunged it into Angel’s chest. He groaned, blood spilling past his lips, as she delivered a kick to his face, knocking him out

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Four months later…

“Well, what do you think?” Illyria asked, hands on hips

“Maybe if you took your hands off your hips and lost that glare, that might help,” Kate suggested

Illyria let out a weary sigh and did as she was told, holding a composed look

“I think you look stunning. Spike would get the shock of his life”

Illyria smiled and turned to look in the mirror at her wedding dress. It was a white, strapless dress with a long flowing, sequined train. The bust was also sequinned, but was also a creamy colour instead of white. The dress seemed to match with Illyria’s blue criss-crosses on her back and arms, as Kate put a small tiara on her head and piled her blue-streaked hair up to get a rough idea on how she would look overall

“Yes, definitely stunning,” Kate said finally

“Mommy!”

Both women turned around as their daughters came racing towards them. Young Andrea McDonald leapt up into her mother’s arms, while Illyria knelt down to scoop up eleven-year-old Elena into a hug

“Wow, Mom, you look good,” Elena said after stepping back from her step-mother

“So, what have you two little terrors been up to?” Kate asked

“Nothing bad,” Andrea replied innocently

“Honestly,” Elena added, “We’ve been good”

“Well, where’s your father?” Kate asked

“Around”

“I’m here,” came Lindsey’s voice, “Next time, Wesley can look after the kids”

He finally emerged from the racks of clothing, his short hair messed up from his hands constantly running through it, as Elena and Andrea smirked and giggled

“I think it’s time we leave before Lindsey hurts himself,” Kate smiled

“Yeah, anyhow, Illyria, you look great,” Lindsey said

“I shall purchase this dress,” Illyria said to herself

She went to the change rooms, soon emerging in a pair of jeans and a pink baby tee, her wedding dress in a plastic sheath as she took her stepdaughter’s hand and followed after Lindsey and Kate to purchase her dress

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“How did the shopping go?” Wesley asked

“You’re watching the girls next time,” Lindsey said, “They are a handful”

“Good thing you didn’t take Adrian then. Faith wanted you to”

“I wanted who to take what now, Wesley?” Faith asked, coming down the stairs

Her three-year-old son, Adrian, followed behind her, one hand on her jacket as she reached the bottom and swept him up into her arms, planting a kiss on his cheek. Wesley smiled as he watched Faith interact with their son. Following Pavayne’s defeat, Faith started hanging out in Los Angeles, helping Spike out on cases. She and Wesley had spent several months flirting with each other, before finally taking the plunge and entering a relationship together. Adrian was born two years later

“Nice dress, Blue,” Faith said, “Excited about the wedding?”

“It will be an interesting experience,” Illyria replied, “Where’s Spike?”

“Snoozing,” Wesley replied, “Still”

“Elena, go kick your father out of bed”

“Sure”

Elena headed upstairs to her father’s room, finding him lying on his back in bed, one arm slung over his eyes. Elena smiled and crept up to the bed

“Nice try, Platelet,” Spike said sleepily, “I could hear you from a mile away”

“Why did you have to ruin it like that? Anyhow, Mom says get up”

Spike groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes

“Alright, I’m getting up”

Elena smiled and headed downstairs, as Spike got out of bed, before throwing on a pair of jeans and a black V-neck long-sleeved T-shirt, then heading downstairs

“And here comes the living dead,” Kate said

Spike gave her the bowfinger, before pouring himself a mug of blood and heating it

“So, what’s on today’s agenda?”

Just then, the phone rang as Wesley quickly answered it

“Spike Investigations, how can we help? Oh, Spike, it’s for you”

“Take a message,” Spike said, sipping his blood

“It’s Giles on the other end. It sounds kinda urgent”

Spike rolled his eyes and held his hand out, as Wesley placed the phone in it

“What do you want, Rupert?”

“Oh, um, hi, Spike, how’s things?”

“Splendid…til you rang. Hurry up and tell me what you want, alright?”

“Very well then. I believe something is wrong with Connor and Dawn”

“Yeah, what makes you say that?”

“I was talking to Dawn earlier when I heard a crash and she screamed. Then, the phone went dead. And I’ve been unable to contact her since then”

“You’re kidding me?”

“No, I’m not. If possible, could you or Faith check on them? I fear for them”

“Alright, thanks, I’ll get on it”

“Thanks, Spike”

Spike hung up, before getting up from the counter and grabbing his duster

“Faith, you’re coming with me. We’re going to Connor’s”

“Why? What did Giles say?” Wesley asked

“He thinks that Connor and Dawn are in danger”

Faith handed her son to Wesley, before grabbing her dark denim jacket and following Spike out to the DeSoto, as he drove towards Connor and Dawn’s home. Following the incident with Pavayne, Connor and Dawn had continued to see each other as regularly as they could, finally entering a relationship and moving to a small home in Los Angeles, about an hour’s drive from the Hyperion. They also had a young daughter, Jadyn, who had been born about six months ago. Upon arriving at their home, Spike covered himself with a blanket and raced up to the porch, as Faith joined him and knocked on the front door. No answer

“Alright, here goes,” Spike said

He booted the front door off its hinges and stepped inside. And what he saw inside made him sick to the stomach

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