smokingmirror | Fanfic: The Return (Internal Dialogue Series 4/7) (Reply)

Title: The Return
Series: Internal Dialogue 4/7
Author: Avarice
Rating: PG
Pairing: Spike/Drusilla, Spike/Angelus
Spoilers: School Hard.
Summary: Spike finds out his sire is still alive.
Word Count: 642
Date First Posted: -
Date Revised - 11-05-2011
Beta: -
Awards: -
Notes: Spike POV.
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.

It is not until Dru is sleeping peacefully after I dispatched the Anointed brat that my brain finally catches up with what has happened.

He's returned.

He's alive.

Angelus is alive!

Well... not alive in the sense of living, but most definitely not a pile of dust, like I've thought him for the past hundred years...

He's returned.

And fighting on the Slayer's team.

The fucking bastard!

There's something different. Something is wrong, I know it. He tried to hide it.

He could never lie to me. Not when it really counted. After you spend 80 years hunting, shagging and drinking with someone, you sort of get to know them.

Those were the days....

I lie back on the lace bedcovers of the four-poster bed.

He's returned.

My joy at seeing him did not dim my wits, though. The moment he opened his mouth, I knew something was rotten in the state of Sunnydale. I knew the prick was lying to me.

Spike.

He called me Spike.

Out of all the names I'd been called over the years, that was the only one he refused to ever call me. Something about it being simply too unrefined.

Which is of course why I insisted on being called that. I thought it fitted the boy from the streets far more than that toffed up 'William the Bloody' he insisted on calling me in front of other vampires.

Spike.

Will, William, boy, lad, heartling, son, childe.

These were all the names he referred to me as, in the public of the bar, and the privacy of his bedroom.

But not Spike.

Never. Spike.

The one possible line he could fuck up, and he did it the moment he opened his mouth! I can't believe it. Whatever's happened to him, has it erased his memory? Does he think I'm bloody daft?!

How can he remember he taught me to guard my perimeter and yet forget he would rather have a stake rammed up his hole than call me Spike?

I chew on a ragged black polish-covered thumbnail.

He's returned.

I look down at princess. She stirs and curls towards me. I move a dark tendril of hair from her face.

So weak. So very fragile.

Her health is rapidly declining. I've noticed even more so ever since we'd entered California. I lean down and kiss her temple.

I need her cure, and I need it fast.

If I lost her... then I would be alone. I thought it was bad enough being left with her after Ang-

Wow, I almost went ten full seconds without thinking about my trotting nonce of a sire.

He's returned.

I can't tell her. I can't tell her he's here. She'd want to go to him. And he's not the same. I remember trying to get her through the first decade of his disappearance. It was agony.

The sobbing, the fits, the self-mutilation. Waking up hysterically screaming his name in the middle of the day. She would have walked into the sunlight long ago if I hadn't been around to stop her.

And I would have if I hadn't had her to take care of.

I clench my fist until the knuckles turn white and my fingernails dig into my palm.

He's returned.

And fighting on the wrong side.

The Slayer.

It has to be that blonde bitch. She's stronger than the other two.

And she has friends and family backing her up.

My blood boils at the thought of the Scourge of Europe only helping the fated enemy of our kind.

Well, not for long.

I look back down at Dru.

First your cure, ducks, and then the Slayer will pay for what she's done to our sire.

And if he won't come back to the fold...