Author's Note: This is my first fanfic. I'm pretty nervous, so be nice please. Review! Tell me if you have questions or whether you like it or not and why!
Timeline: An AU Season 4 (and rewrite of the season) beginning in the episode "The Harsh Light of Day".
Rights: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the characters that inhabit the Buffyverse. Or Spike. Sigh. But this story, except from dialogue taken from the show, is all mine. Plagiarism isn't cool. Unlike you guys :)
"No, its cool, we'll hook up later," Parker said, dismissing me and continuing on his way.
I gaped after him, and couldn't help but wonder if I had done something wrong. I sighed. Who am I kidding? I always do something wrong.
"Well, that was pathetic,"
I whipped around, just in time for my face to connect with someone's fist. While I struggled to regain some balance, I caught sight of the man standing above me. I froze, as fear clenched my stomach painfully. Oh, God. No. It can't be. Spike.
"Innit a fantastic day? Birds singing, squirrels making lot of rotten squirrels, sun beaming down in a nice, non-fatal way. It's very exciting, I can't wait to find out if I freckle," Spike smirked.
I gritted my teeth in rage and dove for a plant stake from a fleshly planted tree, leaping up to attack. But even I could tell I was off. The fact he had somehow come out in the sun scared me more then I would wanted to admit.
I knocked him down, just for him to get back up. I narrowed my eyes and struck out, staking him. I waited smugly for the dust to replace him. None came. What the hell?! I stared at him in horror as he wiggled the stake.
"Ooh. Do it again. It tickles. You know, in a good way," he smirked seductively and let me pull out the stake.
Realization dawned on me.
"Oh yeah. The Gem of Amara", he gloated, showing off the ring before striking out, making me tumble to the ground, "Official sponsor of me killing you," he added before shifting into game face.
I came at him again desperately, but Spike was ready. Blow after blow, he'd throw me down, I'd jump back up and kick him away, but he'd knock me down again. He suddenly grabbed my arm and shoved me into a pole a few times before throwing me to the grass once more.
"Getting tired, Slayer?" he sneered.
I tried to catch my breath and glare at him menacingly while he stood above me smugly.
"I'm good. How about you?" I made myself get up and face him.
If this was going to be my last fight, then I would make sure it would be one to remember.
"This sun is a little bright…oh wait. That doesn't matter anymore. I'm fine, pet, thanks for asking," Spike sneered before throwing a punch that sent me staggering back.
I can't let him win this. I won't. I could hear my heartbeat pounding painfully in my head thanks to that last punch, could feel the sweat trickle down my brow, could feel my lungs beg for a break from their gasping for breath. But I refused to give up.
Suddenly, Spike lunged at me, pinning me to the ground.
"Don't give up now, luv. Can't let a man down like that," he taunted.
I grabbed his hands that were threatening to break my ribcage and tried to loosen his grip so I could respond before he killed me.
"You are not a man, Spike. You are a monster. An evil, soulless, thing. Not a man," I spat.
He growled in rage. Suddenly my hand burned…then everything was black and I felt like I was being pulled at from all directions, twisting and turning inside out. It was disgusting and disturbing. Was this death?
I realized that was impossible because I still felt the weight of Spike's hands holding me to the ground. But his grip had loosened and I sat up.
"What the hell did you do?" I demanded.
But despite the force behind my words, fear was seeping into my stomach once more. Stuck in the dark with an invincible vampire. Great. And I thought my day couldn't get any worse. Being humiliated by Parker and getting killed would have been bad enough. Now I can't even fight back?
"Me? I was winning, you bint. Why would I do something?" Spike snapped.
"Can you see?" I asked.
"No," He responded, annoyed.
Then just as suddenly as the darkness descended, it was lifted and we were bathed in blinding light. I shielded my eyes and blinked. Spike was sprawled out next to me, rubbing his eyes. I staggered quickly to my feet, hoping to use the light as a distraction to get away from here…and Spike.
And that's when I noticed the people around us, walking, shopping and riding in…wagons? What the hell is going on? Spike had noticed them too.
"Where are we? In the Amish country?" I demanded, swiveling around to take in the market place we had somehow come to be in.
"Bloody hell," Spike muttered, getting to his feet.
I was about to confront him again about what happened, when suddenly I noticed the horrified looks the people were giving us. I thought Amish people were friendly. I frowned. Why were they so dirty? And speaking like out of one of Mom's old novels?
"Spike, I know your hair is weird and all but why are they staring at us like that…?" I asked him as people started pointing.
I fixed my clothes self-consciously as Spike bent down to pick up a newspaper before standing up. His eyes widened in horror as he gaped at the paper for a moment.
"What?" I stamped my foot angrily.
"Where not in Amish country, pet. Far from it," he said, handing me the paper and running a hand through his slicked back hair.
"What are you…?"
I took the paper. The first thing that caught my eye was the date. Oh, my, God. February 8th, 1880.