Drama/Action/Romance/Crossover

Post Chosen in the Buffy Verse.
Pretty up to date in the DC Universe.

All Characters Belong to their respected owners, which unfortunately isn’t me. Unless it’s an original character, but I don’t have any in this story….yet.

Note: I'd like to thank Squirl and Redwulf50 for their help on this story.

He didn’t think death would be like this. It was just an eternal black void. Miles of black nothingness that never changes no-matter how far you walk. He thought there would be fire bearing down on his back as chains of ice bound his wrists while he stood knee deep in burning oil. In his wildest dreams it would be a place bathed in light where he would be at peace, where he would be…warm and loved.

He isn’t sure how long he’s been here, months possibly years. He knows that not to be an exaggeration. It has been months, he’s been counting. At first he occupied his time, humming. Singing. Screaming. Yelling. Sobbing. His voice never echoed inside the void, something he found so disconcerting that he eventually stopped talking. He hasn’t heard the sound of his own voice in months. All he does is think and count. Count the seconds away as he thinks over the last 120 years.

Spike wearily sighed as he brought his knees to his chest, hugging them to himself. ‘Another day’ he thought to himself as he finished counting the last second of the previous day. Another day of feeling nothing but a numb ache through out his body. The ache of the dead undead. Spike snorted at the idea.

Spike rested his head on his knees and closed his eyes. Letting the images that always appear when he closes his eyes wash over him. No images of mayhem or murder, people laying at his feet with their throats ripped out, blood black as midnight in the moon light. No he never felt guilt for the things he did when he had no soul. Never felt the need to burden his soul with things it didn’t participate in. No the images were of simple things.

Joyce giving him a cup of hot chocolate. Willow comforting him even though he was threatening to stick a bottle in her face. Dawn with wide and fascinated blue eyes listening to his gory exploits with Drusilla. Drusilla sliding a fingernail down his chest, cutting the flesh and watching the beads of crimson life form and pour out. Him watching her lovingly as she sensuously trailed her tongue over the cut. His mother listening to his awful poetry and genuinely finding it beautiful. The way Buffy’s hair gleamed in the sunlight. It was worse remembering these things then seeing the blood. If all he saw was guilt and opened his eyes then he could welcome the darkness. All he sees is love just to open his eyes and realize there is nothing but darkness.

Deep in the soles of Spike’s feet he could feel a tingle building up. At first it was a little nagging tingle but soon turned into a nagging sting. The sting started to build faster and faster.

“Well this is new.” Spike’s voice hoarse from months of non use rang out.

“Ow.” He stated as the sting start to become an unbearable force, it felt like millions of flaming needles were exploding in his feet.

“Ow, ow, ow AHHHH.” He began to scream as the pain started to rapidly spread throughout his body. His muscles felt like they were being ripped apart, and needles were traveling through his veins. His bones felt like they instantly decaying and swears he feels fire dancing beneath his skin.

His screams become more agonizing as he withers on the voids floor. He flaps around wildly no longer thinking about what makes since and what doesn’t, just hoping, praying, wishing, the pain to leave.

A bright white light starts to emit from his chest, his skin begins to crack as the light busts through. With one last scream –

“NOOOOOO!” Spike in all regards exploded with pure white light, creating an illumines wave spreading like wildfire through out the void.

All was silent in Spike’s mind has the pain subsided, as he slowly gained consciousness he kept his eyes closed, afraid of what he might see. Spike’s mind almost didn’t register that he was floating down, that he could feel a chilled wind against his body. When he landed he could feel the concrete beneath him, he could hear the sounds of life, cars moving, steps beings made, and to his utter astonishment…he could feel his heart beating.

Spike kept his eyes closed at first, afraid to open them and wake up in darkness once again. When he heard two sets of feet silently making their way over to his body he realized he needed to get mobile. He quickly opened his eyes and saw two blurry images quickly making their way to him.

One was in a two-toned blue suit and a small mask covering his eyes, his hair was jet black. Spike couldn’t make much out details, but could see that he was fit and on guard. The other was in all black, a heavy looking cape draped over the man like a shroud. He wore a mask that covered his entire head and had two sharp points on both sides of it. He was an experienced fighter with a slightly brooding attitude.

Spike jumped up and kicked the one in blue squarely in the chest, sending him several feet back and crashing into some crates. He heard a muffled yell, it sounded like “Nightwing!” But Spike wasn’t sure, he was sure however that the one in all black was pissed and heading for him fast.

As the dark figure jumped at him, Spike using his opponents momentum against him grabbed the lapels of his cape and flung the dark figure over his head, sending him crashing into a wall. He didn’t have time for a brawl, he could barely see or hear. He looked around wildly like an animal trapped in cage, trying to find some way out of the warehouse. For reasons unknown to him he felt a force drive him in the direction of the wall.

Spike sprinted towards the brick wall, unsure why he thinks this is a good idea, but he’s had worse plans in the past. Spike closed his eyes and leapt at the wall, going right through it and into the cold rainy night.

He started to gasp and leaned against the wall. He was taking in deep breaths as he rested temporarily.

“Need…to remember…to… breath.” He said in-between his short gasps.

Spike stared down the alley, his vision only slightly clearing up and ran into the darkness of the city.

‘Always back to darkness.’ He thought, even the voice in his mind sounded drained.

Back inside the warehouse…
Nightwing winced slightly as he stood up, brushing the pieces of wood and saw bust off his suit. His hand began to rub the part of his chest where he was kicked.

“Guy’s strong.” He stated matter-of-factly.

Batman moved over to his sons side, his eyes quickly scanning over Nightwing for injuries, his face an ever stoic mask.

“He should be…he used to be a vampire.” He stated solemnly.

“Vampire? Well wish I could say that’s new. Wait – what do you mean used to be?” Dick Grayson aka Nightwing asked confusedly.

“I mean the last I heard of William the bloody, he died closing one of the mouths of hell to save the world, and the last time I checked, Vampires can’t dissolve into walls.”

“So he’s a good guy? Then why attack us?” Nightwing asked.

“He looked scared like he didn’t know what was going on, maybe he doesn’t.” Batman said as he strode towards the back entrance of the warehouse. Nightwing quickly following.

“You think he really came back from the dead…or is it something else?” Nightwing wondered.

Without looking back Batman answered, “Let’s find out.” He pulled something out of his utility belt and pressed a button. The shields on the batmobile deactivated and the rooftop door opened up. Batman quickly jumped in and started his vehicle. Nightwing followed suit getting into his car – the Nightbird.

Batman turned on his car’s computer.

“Oracle.” His voice called.

“Yeah Bruce?” Barbara Gorden aka Oracle responded.

“Get me everything you can on the death of Spike, aka William the Bloody.”

“Sure thing, Boss.”

Batman turned off his computer and drove off to find the recently resurrected former vampire.

In the Nightbird…
Nightwing turned on his com link.

“Hey Barbara.” He stated her name a bit nervously.

“Yes Dick?” Babs as others affectionately called her responded in a no non-sense tone.

“Do you think that maybe…we…ah..could go on a Date tomorrow, night?” The usually clam Dick Grayson anxiously asked.

“I thought I told you we are on a break.” She said coolly, but you can hear the frustration building.

“Well yeah I kn-“ he was cut off by a sudden explosion.

The nightbird flipped through the air half of the car aflame and ripped up. Past the wild flames you can see the unconscious Nightwing, his face covered in soot, his suit also aflame.

The spinning ball of fire and metal finally crashed into a body of water, a huge lake that is located next to the warehouse district. It made a rip-roaring splash that put out all the flames. The nightbird with Nightwing in it began to sink.

In the middle of the street you can see Nightwings com link.

“Dick? What Happened? Dick tell me what’s going on!” Barbara’s panicked voice emitted from the com link.

“DICK!” She screamed one last time before a gray and scaly foot smashed it. The foot began to twist side to side, further destroying the com link. A missile launcher dropped down next to his feet.

We travel up the body of the mysterious figure; we see that he’s wearing torn and dirty jeans. As we continue up we see he’s wearing no shirt, his skin rough and gray with a texture resembling Alligator skin. We finally see the figure in his glory; his shoulders slouched as he holds wolfish grin on his face. It was Killer Croc.

His hands began to imitate the explosion as his deep voice rang out, “Boom.”

TBC…