Unknown Passions: Fan Fiction
The Chosen One Chapter 20
"What do you mean you were a Crane?" Theresa asked.
"Theresa, I can't really explain." Ethan stated.
"But I can." the creature appeared again.
Ethan and Theresa scurried to the back of the cages.
Both in the same corner.
"I assume Buffy's gone bye-bye right now?" it mocked.
That name.
Where had Theresa heard it before.
"The blackness." she whispered only allowing herself to hear.
It laughed.
It laughed.
It mocked.
It took pride in that.
Then it laughed more.
Mocked more.
A never ending cycle.
It spoke again.
"It's almost time." it smiled. "Slayer." it snarled.
A slayer.
She was the slayer.
The one girl sent to help the helpless.
The innocent.
Yet here she was.
Locked in a cage.
Was she truly an innocent at heart.
Ethan was.
He had no gifts.
Did he?
The thing said something about knowing what he was.
Was Ethan truly innocent?
Or was it an act.
A set up.
To make her look like a fool.
Or was he really an innocent?
Like he appeared.
"Thinking about something. Slayer." it mocked again.
"Don't ever call Theresa that again!" Ethan stood up to the monster thing.
It didn't matter what he was anymore.
Innocent or not.
He was something far greater than that.
He was her true love.
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Who are these people?
They go around all high and mighty.
Acting like they know all.
Control all.
And what the heck is thgin?
Luis pulled his arm back and punched the bag as hard as possible letting out all his frustrations.
And how did they have some type of secret layer below ground.
Even the police didn't have that.
Did they?
It didn't matter.
These people were taking over Harmony.
Getting to his sister.
How could they?
He punched the bag again.
It was his job to protect her.
It was their job to do whatever they did.
What was their job?
He remembered the guy he met earlier.
He referred to these people as the scoobies.
They had saved his life multiple times yet never got credit.
What kind of place was this?
What were true vampires?
And what kind of name for a language was Thgin?
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Those people.
Looking through their books.
Reading.
When the answer was right in front of them.
Idiots.
A new word he had recently picked up.
Only to add to his vocab of bloody hell and anything bloody.
It was his English nature.
Almost every word he said he put bloody before it.
Bloody hell.
He was acting boring now.
He made a vow.
Leave the Spike Sunnydale knew, and become the Spike the world once knew.
Fun.
Exciting.
Adventurous.
Evil.
He had never told anyone this, but the chip was out.
He had tolerance.
All for Buffy.
But now it was gone.
Buffy died.
Went away.
Left him alone.
But now was the time to strike.
No longer would he be played as Willie the Snitch.
He would be Spike.
The Big Bad as he put it.
"Bloody greetings Buffy." Spike became a new man.
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He had the chip out.
She had to warn someone.
No.
She was only here to overlook.
Although Spike did look cute.
No.
She would no longer be tempted.
Not by Spike at least.
Especially not by Spike.
Not again.
"So it's true." a voice came from behind.
"Faith. What about you staying there to protect her." Buffy groaned.
"She's fine. I know so." Faith took a laid back tone.
There was a brief moment of silence.
"So you do like Spike." Faith changed the subject.
"N-No." Buffy stuttered.
"You like Spike." Faith smiled, although Buffy was unable to see it.
"What does it matter, I'm dead. Remember?" Buffy looked down on Spike.
"It maters." Faith replied, realizing she knew more than Buffy for once.
"What do you mean?" Buffy asked.
"I mean, you can save him Buffy. Only you." Faith completed knowing now what her job truly was.
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