She Is Poison

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Series Title: The Past
Summary: Set after Checkpoint. Buffy realises her true feelings for
Spike
and a ghost from someone’s past is in town looking for an old friend.

Title: She is Poison
Author: Suzi
Feedback: I am not in right now, I have gone to walk on eggshells,
please
leave an e-mail after the beep. tarakavamp@yahoo.co.uk
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, but does anyone know of
spares?
Rating: Haven’t the slightest.
Dedication: For all the Bobs. Beatus esse.

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Spike couldn’t believe what was happening to him. Here he was, holding
the
love of his human life in his arms. She was sleeping after they had
made
love and he had never felt so happy. Wait, yes he had. Was it last
night
that Buffy had kissed him? He was walking on air, floating with joy.
Now
what? He thought that he couldn’t give up the black queen that Cecily
was,
but could he give up the Buffy-shaped maiden of light? Oh, why him? Why
did
he have to fall in love with the slayer? That should be left to poofs
like
Angel. Why did Cecily come that night? Why did he bloody love the
slayer
anyway? Oh well, if Dru had taught him anything, it was to accept
things at
face value and get on with your unlife. He looked at what he had, a
sleeping
Cecily in his arms as they lay on the sarcophagus, a mad queen Drusilla
(who
wasn’t here, thank God) who he thought the world of, a beautiful blonde
Buffy who he loved and then there was Harmony, silly bint, who will be
coming back any second!

*****************************
Buffy had been scouting the area for any signs of Cecily, but there
were
none. She had vanished into the shadows, like vampires often did. Buffy
had
checked all the graveyards first, seeing that she seemed to be
different to
other vamps, then she did cemeteries, then morgues, then mausoleums,
then
crypts, then any slightly religious place in SunnyD and found nothing.
Nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing! Buffy decided to
go
back to the Magic Box and see what the gang had unmasked on this vamp.

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“Mmmmm.” Cecily moaned as Spike kissed her neck. She was in the process
of
putting her dress back on, but was having trouble with the zip. When
Spike
came over to ‘help’ they ended up as they were. Cecily fanned him away
and
pulled her duster on. Spike, clad only in black jeans, put his arms
around
her and held her close, God this felt good. Cecily turned round to face
him,
resting her hands on his hips. She leaned up and kissed him wildly.
Spike
pulled her closer as a shriek came from the door.

“What the hell d’you think you’re doing?” Harmony’s voice screamed,
stalking
across the crypt and ripping Cecily off Spike. “He is my man.” She
glared at
Cecily, who walked back over to Spike and snuggled against him. He put
an
arm around her defensively.

“Spikey, what’s going on?” Harmony pouted, looking between the blonde
and
the dark vampires. “Don’t you love me?”

“Oh Harm, how can I say this without hurting you? Oh, I can’t. I never
did
love you.”

“Who is this?” Harmony spat, obviously refusing to hear what Spike was
saying.

“I’m Cecily.” She smiled, “And you must be Harmony, Spike’s told me all
about you.” Cecily smirked in memory of what he said.

“Well then Cecily, if that is your real name, I’m afraid I’m going to
have
to kill you, for kissing my boyfriend.”

“Oh, that’s not all that we did.” Spike smiled.

“You mean-”

“Oh yes,” Cecily grinned evilly “as well as anal and oral.”

“Well than Cecily, I’m going to have to kill you slowly and painfully
for
sleeping with my boyfriend.”

“Why didn’t you just get a dog?” Cecily smiled at Spike, “I mean she’s
cute
an all, all feisty, but what’s wrong with a dog?”

“I didn’t make her.”

“Thank God. How old is she?”

“I think she’s nearly two now.”

“Cute.”

“Hello, Sissyly, I’m going to kill you now.” Harmony smiled. Cecily
pulled
herself away from Spike and crossed the room to where Harmony was now
stood.
Cecily began to circle her. Harmony, not letting her back be shown to
the
vampiress, began to walk with her. “So how old are you anyway?” Harmony
said
as she looked at the beauty in disgust.

“I’m one hundred and twenty-one.”

“Oh.” Harmony smiled and then advanced. Cecily tripped her and she went
falling to the floor. Cecily pushed the heel of one of her stilettos
through
Harmony’s heart and watched with amusement as she swore as she turned
to
ash.

“Cecily, you are going to come back?” Spike said.

“To help you clean up the mess? Sure, I’ve learnt from experience,
vampire
ash is hell to get rid of, and can stain.”

“I didn’t mean the mess, I meant that-“ but Spike was silenced with a
kiss.

********************************

The gang had searched all night, but to no avail. Now they were all out
looking for Cecily, the dangerous psycho-killer. Buffy was leading them
through areas that she thought might be a good idea to check again,
refusing
to let the gang split up. Buffy didn’t like to admit it, but Cecily
scared
her. They were going through Spike’s cemetery when Buffy caught a
glimpse of
a figure dressed entirely in white. Buffy signalled for them to stay
back
and she crept up to Cecily. But Cecily either heard her or smelt her,
but
either way, she knew she was there.

“Slayer.” She called “Really not in the mood for hide-and-seek.” Cecily
spun
round to see Buffy, crouched down low and grinning sheepishly. “Guess
what.”
Cecily smiled “Now is the time and place.” Cecily launched herself at
her.
Buffy whipped out a stake and kicked Cecily hard in the stomach,
causing her
to double-back. If Cecily was human all the air would have been knocked
out
of her, but as it stood, she was back fighting in no time. Willow, Tara
and
Anya came out of the shadows chanting a curse, fingers pointing at
Cecily.
Cecily noticed them and shouted:

“Inferno!!!” a flash of orange light appeared and hurtled towards the
wiccas
and the ex-demon, causing them to burn, lighting them up like Christmas
trees.

*************************
Spike sat in his crypt, thinking. The two women in his life were
causing him
hell, he needed to make a choice soon. Then he noticed the light
outside and
rushed out to see what was going on.

***********************

“How did you do that?” Buffy gasped, looking on as Giles and Xander
tried to
put out the flaming women.

“In life I was a witch, how else do you think I got William to adore
and
worship me?” Suddenly it struck Buffy, Cecily was the woman Spike used
to be
in love with, and she used magic to do that? Buffy felt anger build up
inside as she lashed out at Cecily. Cecily expertly blocked all the
punches
and then delt her a very powerful kick which sent her sprawling to the
floor, dropping her stake. Cecily grabbed the stake, jumped on top of
Buffy,
eyes flashing.

*************************

Spike rushed out his crypt and took in the sight before him. Willow was
on
fire and Giles was trying to put her out, Xander was looking after a
very
burned Anya and a singed, unconscious Tara and Buffy, his Buffy, was
about
to die at the hands of his goddess. Spike had a moment to decide what
to do.
He raced over to where Buffy and Cecily were.

“Oh, Hello my precious.” Cecily smiled, her vamp face full and
gleaming, “Do
you want to do the honours and kill your torment, or shall I?”

“I’ll do it.” Spike growled, Buffy gasped as he melted into his true
face
and took the stake from Cecily. Buffy looked up at Spike, tears
springing to
her eyes. *Spike, I love you* she thought. Spike put an arm around
Cecily’s
waist and looked down on Buffy, a glint in his eye.

Spike tightened his grip on Cecily, smiled at Buffy and whipped Cecily
round, plunging the stake through her heart.

“Spike,” she gasped as she fell to the floor, dust.

“I finally killed my torment.” Spike smiled at the dust on the floor.
He
dropped the stake and helped Buffy to her feet. She smiled up at her
saviour.

“My hero.” She whispered.

“My love.” He said, looking into her eyes.

“What?” Buffy said, shocked

“You heard me, Summers. I love you.”

“Spike” she gasped “I love you too.” The two kissed with far more
passion
than anything that Spike had with Cecily or Harmony or Dru, more than
anything that Buffy had with Riley or Parker or Angel. He lifted her
up,
cuddling her in his arms, not breaking the kiss, and carried her into
his
crypt. They were what love intended.

Giles looked on in amazement, Willow smiled as she magically revived
her
lover. Xander and Anya were to busy doing the same sort of thing to
care.

“True love.” Tara whispered as she came around, bringing Willow down on
top
of her.

Giles looked around him. “Well, quite.” He said.

FIN.