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.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Chapter 4
Spike ignored the uneasy mood in the room and got up from the couch.
The blood helping him heal enough to be mobile again. “It’s been swell.
But got things to see to,”An apartment, some decent grub. He hadn’t had
the time to set things up.
“You can’t leave. You have to help us deal with those relatives of
yours.” Buffy called out indignantly. Not wanting to let the vampire
out of her sight for some reason. Although she didn’t really want him
to stick around either. He was strange and intense in a way that had
her feeling… something very unslayerish. She wasn’t sure how to deal
with that.
“Nothing that can be done at the moment pet. Though you might want to
ward the library and make sure your folks stay in around nightfall.
This is still a public place innit. This place got sewer acces?” He
watched Giles stiffen. Clearly he hadn’t really thought about the fact
that at any time a vamp could walk in and kill the children while they
were falling asleep on their research. Or simply walk in during the day
to pick off the students one by one. Silly watcher.
“Ahh yes. I’ll go see to that.” Giles stammered as he cleaned his
glasses. Flipping through his books to see if there were any protection
spells that fit the bill. Muttering something to himself.
“Sides, your watcher got enough books on ‘Gelus for you lot to do
research on ‘im and the bitch.” He collected his coat that had been
placed over a chair and shrugged it on. “See you around slayer.” He
stalked out of the library, ignoring the protesting squeak from the
whelp. He needed to get a move on to set things up before dawn
afterall.
By the end of the night he had an apartment with microwave and a steady
blood supply set up. He collapsed on the dusty couch that had come with
the apartment. He really should clean it but he didn’t feel like it.
“So tha’ supposed to be the sunshine to light up my world, sweetheart.”
He watched Drusilla spin around the room, dancing to music only she
could hear. “Her light will show you the way to your future.” She
answered with a mysterious smile. “You’ll see my knight. Your prince is
waiting for you. But he isn’t ready yet. No. Musn’t take him to soon.”
The mention of a Prince made him blink in confusion. “A prince? Wha’
the bleedin’ hell am I supposed to do with a prince, luv.”
Drusilla stopped in her dancing to give him a wicked smile. “You’ll
see.” She answered before disappearing.
Spike snorted. “Great. Might as well start cleanin’ then. Seems I’ll be
stayin’ here a while.” He grabbed the cleaning supplies and cleaned out
the room. Getting rid of all the dust and grime that looked like it had
been there for the past decade or so.
Several hours and in a severe need of a shower later the place was
starting to get more homey. Satisfied with his work he let himself drop
on the bed and let himself fall asleep. He would need his rest if he
was going to have to deal with Angelus and Darla.