Title: Seer
Author: Vire
Rating: Will be Nc-17 in the future
Summary: Spike got cursed with a soul instead of Angelus and inhereted Drusilla's vissions. Might be some very light Buffy spike in the beginning. (Won't last... I promise. Will be another Spike/Male pairing later. Just havn't decided who yet.)
Disclaimer: They arn't mine. I'm just borrowing them for a while. No money is made from this story.
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Chapter 2

“… sure about this.” The baritone flittered around the edges of his awareness. “I’d be dead if not for him. Besides, they wouldn’t be trying to make each other all dusty if they were plotting together.” He groaned as the slayer’s soft voice drew him back to full awareness. He lightly tried to get up and swore as pain exploded through his body. “Bloody hell.” He could immediately feel two sets of eyes on him. “Wouldn’t ‘ave any blood f’r me, would you?”

“Yes, well. I’m afraid we don’t have anything here. It’s not exactly council procedure to take in wounded vampires after all. Willow and Xander went out to get some. Animal blood will do I take it.” The older man’s voice sounded strained. Not that he could blame him. Wasn’t everyday a watcher ended up with a wounded vampire on his couch. One with a soul at that. “Ta mate. Cow will do, yeah. Just no pig, swill is disgusting even when it’s heated. Not enough weetabix in the world to make that eatable.”

The watcher took off his glasses to polish them as he looked down at the vampire in surprise. “You eat human food?” The vampire winced as he sat up a bit. “Sure mate. ‘S bloody brilliant ‘s what it is.” The watcher shook his head. “Never mind that. I’m rather curious as to why you would help a slayer, or how you knew to be there at all.” “Yeah, what’s this with you being all soul having. Vamps aren’t supposed to have those.”

Spike winced again. “Angelus slaughtered some Gypsy princess, wanted revenge on him for murdering their little pride and joy, except they missed yeah. Zapped me instead and poof, instant soul. Got tortured by ‘Gelus for a few weeks till Dru freed me. After tha’ I went to the gypsies to recover for a bit. Convinced them to anchor the soul so it wouldn’t up and disappear.”

Giles blinked as he perched his glasses back on his nose. “I never heard of a vampire getting cursed with a soul. Quite remarkable. And by Dru you mean the Vampire Drusilla I take it. Childe of Angelus. I had no idea she ever sired a childe.” Spike nodded. “Yeah mate.” He swallowed hard. “Dru, she… She used to be a seer. Didn’t see her for nearly a century till we met up in Prague a couple of years back.” He tried to blink away the tears that were rushing into his eyes. “We decided to mate. We had this ceremony except Angelus interrupted it. He dusted Dru and left me alive. Got her visions somehow.” He choked back a sob as the old pain engulfed him. It hadn’t gotten any easier. For a century he had loved her, even if he couldn’t be with her, and feeling her die…

The watcher and the slayer both turned their gaze downward. Leaving him to his grief. He took a few steady breaths to pull himself together again. “Shush my knight. Don’t be sad. Your princess is still with you my sweet.” Drusilla stood near him. So achingly close. He half reached out to her, wanting so much to touch her, hold her, but he couldn’t. “Anyway. Had a vision of the chit being murdered by the master and the world being swallowed by hell and all. Kinda like this world yeah. Figured I’d drop by and do my bit.”

“I see.” The watcher took off his glasses, again, before placing them back on his nose. “I take it you won’t mind if I do a spell to verify that you do in fact have your soul.” Spike winced. “Not a real fan of the mojo. Always finds a way to bite you in the arse. ‘Specially in a place like this. But yeah, if tha’s what it takes.”

“It is.” Giles grabbed some dust from a small brown bag and moved over to Spike. “Fateor Anima.” He blew the dust over Spike’s prone form. Making him glow bright blue mixed with red and green. “The red glow confirms that you are in fact in possession of a demon. The blue glow means you are indeed in possession of a soul.” Giles frowned as he watched the blond vampire. “Feel like a soddin’ Christmas light. So what’s the meaning of the green then?” Giles took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Frankly, I have no idea. I never heard of that outcome to this spell before.”

Drusilla giggled in the background. “Such pretty colours my sweet. All of us woven together. The fairies are dancing for us my sweet. And a reunion on the way. Daddy will be so jealous. You always did outshine him my knight.” She danced her way to Spike. “Show me, luv.” He whispered quietly. Too low for the watcher to hear him. She smiled secretly at him and pressed an incorporeal hand to his brow. He nearly fell off the coach as the vision hit him. It was violent and quick but one thing was certain. Angelus was coming to town. And where Angelus went, Darla couldn’t be far behind.