Daydreams and Demons

A Buffy the Vampire Story By Merrie

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or any of its wonderful characters, and I don't know what I would do with them if I did.

Summary: Spike is poisoned by a demon out for revenge. Can he convince Buffy to help him before it's too late?

Characters: Spike, Buffy, Willow, Xander, Anya, Dawn and Maximillian Dominus a little OFC I have created.

Author's Note: This story is dedicated to FireLily969. Without her urging me to write this story, it would have never existed.

Rating: This story is rated PG-13 for violence and language.

Prologue

The Sunnydale Memorial Cemetery was unusually silent for this time of night. In the past, it had been the gathering place for evil beings of all kinds. From traditional demons, to vampires, to evil sorcerers and everything in between. Since the Slayer had taken up residence in town things had changed greatly. The cemetery was now a place that any demon that had at least some sense and fear for its own life, avoided like a plague. There was at least one figure in the cemetery, however. It wasn't necessarily smart enough to fear for its own life, but it was smart enough to know what it wanted. And that was revenge.

'He must die. This has gone on long enough. He has killed too many of our number to live any longer. It's bad enough having a Slayer in town to deal with without having someone help her.' The Caligual demon bared its sharp fangs in a grimace, remembering the faces of all the friends and family he had lost in the last year to him. 'I don't care that he has the Slayer's protection. Before the week is out, Spike will die. I will make sure of it.'

"I know what you're thinking, demon." A sharp voice whispered to him from the dark. "And I can help you."

The demon turned in the direction of the voice. There stood a young man, casually leaning against a tombstone, nearly stark white hands clasped in front of him in a careless gesture. The demon sniffed at the air, trying to discover who and what this being was before him and why it seemed unafraid of his presence. While it looked like a vampire with its pale skin and clothes so black they seemed a part of the very night itself, the demon discovered it was human. "What do you know of my thoughts, human?" The demon growled out, making the last word sound like an obscenity. "You want to kill someone, don't you? That is the only thing you demons ever seem to think about, isn't it?" The young man said with a slight chuckle, raising a hand to push away a stray lock of his shoulder-length black hair. "But you want to kill someone in particular, don't you? You want to kill the Slayer's lover, Spike, don't you? I can't say I blame you. I've only been in town for a few days now, but I've already been warned by the local baddies to stay away from him."

"Tell me why I should care, human. So you know of my thoughts. Who wouldn't want to kill Spike? He has betrayed his kind."

"His kind? But you're not a vampire." The man said with a wry grin on his face.

"Demonkind. Vampires are demons, human." The demon spit out harshly, moving in closer to the man.

Knowing when it was time to back off, the man raised his hands in a non-threatening gesture. "Back to your earlier question, I want to kill Spike as well." The demon looked up at him, an unbelieving look on his long face. "You don't believe me?" the man asked upon seeing the look.

"You are a magician, aren't you?" When the man nodded, the demon frowned. "I have learned not to trust your kind."

"There you go out about kind again. Who cares about kind? Demonkind, Mankind, Vampirekind, Magiciankind. I believe they are all relative. Good and evil are relative. Whether or not you trust someone based on whom, or rather, what they are should make no difference. I said I want to kill Spike, I said I want to help you, what more do you need?" The man asked, irritation beginning to show in his voice.

"Why do you want to help me, what's in it for you?" The demon asked, his bright red eyes narrowing.

The man threw up his hands in frustration. "I heard demons were a bit slow on the uptake, but this is ridiculous!" The man ignored the harsh growl in response to the statement and went on. "Nothing is in it for me, except the fact that Spike will be dead. As for why I want him dead, that is my own business. Now, do you want my help, or don't you?"

The demon pondered this for a moment, looking a bit deeper at the man before him. On the outside, he appeared like one of the so-called 'goths' that liked to frequent the places he was so fond of. On the other hand, on the inside, this mortal practically radiated both a potential for great power and great evil. The demon smiled at the last, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. "We have a deal. Now, what are you going to do to help me? And believe me mortal, if I find out that you have betrayed me, I will kill you very slowly. I don't care how powerful you are, or what you could do to help me kill Spike."

The man nodded after glancing at the demon. 'He wouldn't be able to kill me, but if he needs to think he can for him to agree to work with me, then so be it.' He thought. "Agreed. Now, shall I tell you my plan?"

TBC

A/N: I know, it's a bad place to end a chapter, but you must remember that this is only the prologue. More will come soon, have no fear. Thanks for reading!! Please post your reviews!!