17. How to Stop a VampSlayer

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Buffy smiled as she walked down the aisle, hands behind her back, as Spike hooked one thumb into his belt and swaggered towards her, a sad smile on his face

“So, after all this, look at where we end up,” Buffy said, “A church, of all places. A great place to get married in…or to fight to the death in”

“You’re not Buffy,” Spike said, “So it’ll make things easier for me”

“Aw, Spike, that’s so sad to hear. You really gonna off me? What about all the good times we had together? The fighting, the jabs, the sex?”

“You’re not her. Buffy is gone. You’re just some demon pretending to be her”

“Oh,” Buffy said, pouting her lip, “That hurt”

Her fist suddenly snapped around and caught Spike on the jaw. He reeled back from the blow, as Buffy punched him again, then spun around with a jumping backhand. Spike stumbled back, scoring a roundhouse kick to the face, as Buffy then grabbed him by his duster and threw him into the pews. One was splintered in half when Spike landed on it and he quickly got up, dodging Buffy’s fist and swinging both fists into her ribs, then ducked her backhand and punched her in the stomach, before uppercutting her. Buffy kicked, as Spike grabbed her leg and threw her aside into the pews, shoving them back. Buffy growled, getting to her feet and deflecting Spike’s punch, whilst striking him and flipping him onto his back. Spike rolled away onto his feet, delivering a kick to Buffy’s stomach as she came at him. Grabbing hold of his foot, Buffy dragged Spike back to her, knocking him down with a punch

“Now, while you’re down there-” Buffy started

Spike kicked her leg out, bringing her down, before lunging forth with a punch. Buffy growled, tackling Spike to the ground and straddling him, then punched him in the face, followed by a second punch. On the fifth punch, Spike managed to grab hold of her wrist and reached up to grab her throat, before bucking her off, then flipped onto his feet and whirled around, as Buffy’s fist crashed into his jaw. Spike then blocked Buffy’s next punch, followed by a second blow, then caught her third punch, as the fourth cracked him in the jaw. Blocking her kick, Spike then parried her next punch, moving to the side and driving his elbow into her ribs. Buffy drove her elbow backwards into his stomach, then swung her fist up into his chin, quickly followed by a back kick to his groin. Spike groaned, as Buffy spun around, punching him on the nose. Reeling back, Spike ducked her crescent kick, before blocking her backhand, as Buffy kicked his left leg out and clocked him on the jaw. Spike shoved her back, before regaining his stance and slugging her across the jaw. Growling, Buffy vamped out, her gold eyes glaring at Spike with hatred

“Oh babe, I think you look much better with the other face,” Spike said, “But with that face, as least I can kill you much easier”

“Where’s your demon, Spike? Or has that soul affected you too much? Think that soul makes you human? I know what you really are, Spike. You’re a killer, one of the best killers I’ve ever known”

“I’m not like that anymore. You should know that. I got my soul back for you”

“Well, that was pointless, wasn’t it? What was your purpose in getting it?”

“You know the reason why, or at least the real Buffy does”

“You keep saying all these hurtful things and it just makes me thing you don’t want me anymore. And that hurts, William”

“Is that all you want from me now? Besides, I’m with someone else”

“Yeah, I know. Some frigging blue goddess. Wow, what’s so great about her?”

“Illyria’s like the perfect half of me. We’ve gone through so much together and plus, she’s a great mother to my little girl”

“I could have been a great mother to your kid if you told me about you coming back in the first place!”

Buffy growled and lunged, as Spike vamped out, dodging her fist, as Buffy spun around with a backhand. Spike blocked, before blocking her side double kick, then caught her fist, ducking under her arm and twisting it, before kicking her in the stomach. Buffy flew back into the pews, crushing one beneath her weight. Growling, Buffy got to her feet, just as Spike landed before her, punching her in the face. Buffy landed on the ground again, as Spike grabbed her shirt and threw her across the church. Snarling, Buffy got up, snapping off a piece of wood from a pew, before leaping at Spike. He ejected the twin stakes from his sleeves and stabbed upwards, just as Buffy landed upon him and stabbed with her stake. Spike hissed in pain when the stake stabbed into his shoulder, as Buffy pulled back, groaning in pain from the two stakes impaling her stomach. Taking his chance, Spike reared his legs back and booted Buffy in the stomach, before rolling back onto his feet and removing the stake from his shoulder, tossing it aside, then retracting his stakes

“Ow, babe, that one stung,” Buffy said, “Actually kinda liked it”

“Got some more if you want it,” Spike said, spreading his arms out wide, “Come on”

Growling, Buffy charged at Spike, as he socked her in the jaw. She punched him back, then uppercutted him, as Spike blocked her next punch and sank his fist into her stomach. Buffy responded by grabbing his head and driving her knee into his face, before landing a roundhouse kick on his jaw. She then grabbed him and threw him towards the altar. Spike crash-landed on the altar, groaning as he rolled back onto his feet and turned around, just as Buffy leapt on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and punching him in the face. Growling angrily, Spike spun himself around and slammed Buffy against the wall, pulling away from her and swinging his fist. Buffy ducked, punching him in the ribs, then grabbing his arm and head, slamming his face into the wall. Spike stopped himself from a third hit, driving his elbow back into Buffy’s face, before swinging her towards the wall

Buffy ran up the wall and flipped over Spike, before kicking him in the back. Growling, Spike whirled around with a backhand, which Buffy dodged as she grabbed his duster, but Spike smacked her hands away, then grabbed Buffy and elbowed her in the jaw, before spinning around and flipping her over his shoulder. Buffy cried out in pain when the crucifix impaled her through the stomach. Spike then grabbed a piece of the broken crucifix and raised it over Buffy’s heart, but she caught his wrist, before resuming her human face, giving him a pleading look

“Spike, please, I’m so sorry, please don’t kill me”

Spike faltered and Buffy grinned, ripping the stake from his hand and stabbing it through his wrist. Spike cried out, staggering back, as Buffy used the chance to snap the crucifix beneath her, then getting up and slowly pulling it from her stomach, gritting her teeth in pain, as Spike removed the stake from his wrist

“Oh god, that was so painful. How ironic, impaling me with a cross”

“Got more of that where it came from”

“So, Spike, how are you planning on killing me? From the looks of things of what just happened there, I don’t think you are capable of killing me”

“Don’t worry, Buffy, I have a different idea for you,” Spike said

“Ooh, I’m just dying to find out. Wait, I’m already dead”

Buffy smiled and lunged at Spike, just as he pulled something out from his duster, shoving Buffy away with his other arm. She punched him in the face, as he spun around and backhanded her, before punching his other fist straight into her gaping wound. Buffy gasped when she felt a cool liquid inside her and staggered back, as Spike held up his bloody hand, revealing the small broken container that had a drop of green liquid inside. Buffy fell back against the broken crucifix, holding her stomach, before starting to spasm. Spike resumed his human face, before joining her by her side, holding onto her as she groaned in pain

“Just let it ride. It’s nearly over, Buffy, nearly over. It’ll be fine”

Buffy cried out in pain as all of her injuries instantly healed up and she doubled over, feeling everything starting to come alive once again inside her. She found that she had to breathe suddenly, taking in deep breaths of air, as her heart starting beating once again and her conscience returned her. Once the transformation was over, Buffy was looking around in bewilderment, before seeing Spike before her. He pulled her into his arms as she sobbed into his shoulder

“Oh God, Spike, I’m so, so, so sorry”

“Shh, it’s okay, Buffy. I’m here now”

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Later…

The portal opened up, depositing Spike and Buffy into the living room, before closing up. Wesley and Lindsey instantly went to Buffy’s side, helping her away from Spike and taking her to a spare room, lying her down on the bed. Buffy rolled onto her side away from them, tears still streaking down her face

“She’s pretty wrecked,” Wesley said, “So, the Mohra demon blood worked?”

“Sure did. Now, she’s full of so much guilt,” Spike said, “Once she gets through it all, I’ll bet Buffy will be looking for some payback”

“Very well then. Get some rest, Spike”

“Take care of her”

Spike shrugged his duster off, before heading to his room where Illyria was waiting, sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a long T-shirt that went down to her thighs

“You’re back. I was getting worried about you”

“Well, I’m home and Buffy’s okay, so we’re all okay”

“At least for now. Come to bed with me”

“Sure, pet”

Smiling, Spike stripped down to his boxers, before lying down with Illyria

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