I would like to thank redwulf and Prophesy Girl here at the bloodshedverse for the idea that their challenges gave me. again please be kind. also i can't figure out how to put the spaces right so it looks kinda weird sorry. Oh my i almost forgot... I OWN NOTHING not spike not anything but the comp i'm writting this on. so please don't sue me. i would also LOVE to thank Tasha for betaing this new version. its the same idea with her filling in the blanks that i couldn't figure out how to do. she really helped me out alot on this. Thanks tasha.



The Real Slayer

Single ' ' marks indicate thoughts while regular " " marks show actual talking out loud.



People all around the two dark figures screamed while the two vampires roamed down the street without a care in the world. Neither one knew that their lives were about to be changed eternally in the eclipse of a moment.



"Listen to all the beautiful screaming, my Spike." The dark haired vampiress giggled with glee. "I don't think they like the music we made for them, but I love their music." She turned to her Childe in delight.



"That just proves what idiots they are, pet. Looks like Prague needed us to come along and liven things up." The bleached blonde vampire known as Spike looked around at the chaos. His demon reveled in the screams. He was pulled from his daydreaming by the whimpers of his Sire at his side.



"No! Bad pixies!" Drusilla slapped at the air. "Telling stories to upset Mummy." She curled into Spike's arms in fear.



"What did you hear, luv?" Spike always paid attention to Dru's ramblings and mutterings. Sometimes the dark haired vampire's mind held the truth of prophecies and portents. At other times she spouted jibberish. He wondered which it would be this time.



"Miss Edith has spoken to me, Spike." Drusilla looked up at Spike with saddened eyes. "She told me that soon Mummy will be no more. It is time for my boy to go to the Master's resting place." She cupped Spike's face in her hand. "The Master will eclipse the sunshine and bring her forth into the moonlight. The pretty moonlight will need my Spike's help."



"Don't talk like that, Dru." Spike held Dru tighter in his arms. "I won't let anything happen to you, even if I dust."



"Shhh … you can't stop this, William. This is what you were made for." Drusilla closed her eyes and burrowed into Spike's chest. "The pixies tell me that my Spike must not seek the sun with Mummy's death. Promise me that you will help the moonlight when Mummy's gone. Please?"



Spike inwardly shook his head back and forth. Obviously her mind wanderings were nonsense this time. He would fight anyone that tried to take his dark princess from him. He would do anything to make his Sire happy. So, he agreed to her request. "Of course, luv."



"Good, Spike. Mummy will be most proud of you." Drusilla cooed.



"Anything to make you happy, pet." Little did Spike know that there was an angry mob forming in the town square to kill Drusilla and send him on his way to a town called Sunnydale.



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Buffy arose from the murky water she fell into when the Master dropped her. She snapped her neck from one side and then to the other. She growled. Golden eyes glowed in the dark, searching out any sign of the Master. She’d passed out momentarily when the Master took her blood. Whether it was out of panic or shock at the quick blood loss, it mattered not. She was back with a few perks, and she was out for vengeance.



Angel and Xander arrived in the main cavern shortly after Buffy stood back up. Xander shrieked. “Um, Angel, Is she supposed to have fangs?” He quivered in fear. “Is it just me or are her eyes glowing?”



‘This is not good.’ Angel started to move ahead of Xander. His demon felt the primal draw of the Slayer’s demon. He snarled low. Xander was in no position to challenge Buffy right now. Angel was the one that had to stop her. “Don’t move, Xander.”



Buffy growled again in defiance of Angel’s challenge. ‘So he wants to play?’ She grinned deviantly. Somehow she knew she was supposed to know who these two males were, but names didn’t matter to her right now. All she cared about was finding the Master and killing him. If they wouldn’t help her with her goal, she would kill them.



Angel stalked towards Buffy in a low offensive stance. He watched her movements and waited for an opening in her defense to attack.



Buffy countered Angel’s movements. Something inside of her told her that this was a vampire. It told her that he might be worthy of her time if he put up enough fight. She needed someone to fight by her side as her equal, her partner.



Angel dove in to kick at Buffy’s left side. He was countered with a left hook to his jaw. Caught unawares by her jump in the air, followed by a right punch, Angel hit the cavern floor with a crack.



Xander ran off back through the tunnels. He called out to Angel that he was going for Giles. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him.



“Do you submit?” Buffy snarled at the fallen Angel.



For a moment Angel’s demon took over his body. He lunged for Buffy and clawed down her arm. “Never!” He growled.



Buffy cackled with glee at the fight. She open-handed slapped Angel across the face then kicked him in the ribs. She bounced up ready for another round of bashing when she noticed Angel lay limp on the floor.



Angel blinked, trying to will the pain away. The power of Buffy’s punches was nothing like when they’d previous sparred. Before he regained his senses, he felt all of Buffy’s weight on top of his back.



‘How disappointing.’ Buffy frowned in displeasure. “Weak.” She muttered. She jumped on Angel’s back, sank her fangs into his neck and shook her head to tear the wounds a bit. “Do you submit now?”



Angel realized that the only way he could save face now was to submit to this creature with his love’s face on it. He needed to get back to Giles to find out what was going on. He nodded. “I submit.”



Buffy dropped his head to the floor and jumped off of Angel. “No killing unless I give permission, and find me the Master.” After she gave her instructions she disappeared in a dash down a separate tunnel than Xander left by.



Angel stared off towards the tunnel that Buffy vanished through. He wasn’t sure which he should feel more: fear, pride, or revulsion.

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Spike stared at the black nail polish on his shaking hands. He inhaled a deep breath. It wasn’t necessary, but he found it helped to calm his nerves. ‘My dark princess is dead. I’ve lost my ripe wicked plum.’



Spike repeated the mantra that followed him from Prague onto the steam liner until he reached the States again. ‘Stupid mob. They took away the one thing that made my unlife worthwhile.’ He flipped through various CD’s before he selected one of his favorite Ramone’s albums to listen to.



Spike knew that he had fought as hard as he could. There was no way that he could have reached Drusilla in time. His mind was haunted by the screams of his Sire through the flames. She wouldn’t allow him to stay with her. She’d used her Sire voice to command him to leave her there.



Spike wept silently for the beautiful woman who brought him from mediocrity into the passion and power of vampirism. He had now become a Master Vampire in his own right, but he was still forced to obey the call of his Sire’s voice.



As Spike ran down the “Welcome To Sunnydale” sign, he clutched onto the last wishes of his Sire. There was hope to be found in the form of ball of sunshine that was now shining in moonlight. “I really hate the Master.” Spike said out loud. He knew that he had to find the Master if he was to find his moonlight, but that didn’t mean he liked the task any.



Spike caught the familiar scents of family as he drove through Sunnydale. He rolled the window down further and concentrated on the scent. ‘Peaches?’ He distinctly caught the traces of his grand Sire, Angelus here. ‘That is a surprise.’



Spike figured trailing Angelus was a good place to start to find the Master. If he wasn’t with the Master then perhaps he could tell Spike where he could find him. The trail stopped at what appeared to be a high school.



Spike parked the DeSoto and wandered into the building. He smiled to himself as he read the welcome sign. “You’d think they would be smart enough not to put something like that up.”



The sign read: “Enter all ye who seek knowledge.”



“Don’t mind if I do.” Spike chuckled at the irony of it all. He slipped down the hall towards several voices. He hadn’t heard Angelus yet, but he’d heard his grand Sire’s name mentioned. ‘Looks like I just got lucky.’