FIC: Born Again (8/?)

["cilia" <cilia@xxxxx>]

Here I'm again,
Well it's been a while, but I spent the weekend writing three new
chapters to Born Again, the story nears it's end and then I promise you that
I'll finish Two Worlds.
Yours faithful bard,
Cilia

Title: Born Again
Part: 8
Author: Cilia
E-mail: cilia@xxxxx
Feedback: Please god yes
Distribution and Archiving: Sure go for it
Disclairment: You know it.
Summary: This little story began as attempt to do something new and
different. It focuses almost entirely on Willow and her adventures in th Old
World (Europe). Some time has past and we begin the story when we meet an
older more experience Willow, still old friends are around the corner and
Buffy never more then a phonecall away.
So I hope you enjoy this work,
Notes: You can find the missing parts at http://www.mmedia.is/~cilia/again
and then I wish to thank my beta Ollie and my critique Stan

Born Again
Cilia

Chapter Seven

The night grew colder, much colder than usual.

Willow woke and closed the window.

Somewhere in the city a vampire was being killed and it wasn't her doing.

Michael was old, very old and now he was scared because he knew his
existence was coming to an end. So he did the only thing he could. He turned
and faced his attacker.
"Death, I do fear thee," he said as the first arrow hit him.
"I give you credit Michael, you're one tough bastard," a voice
devoid of an accent stated.
"We Old World vampiri live to serve," Michael gritted.
"Well, at least you die with class."
The blow was swift and Michael never saw it coming and then Michael Swift
was only a pile of dust on the pavement.

The alarm blared. Willow turned it off and laid her head back down. Then
Spike poked her in the shoulder.
"Red," he whispered in an unusual fit of being nice.
"Sleep," Willow mumbled.
"Red time to, oh hell," Spike cursed, stood up and tipped the
bed over sending Willow crashing down on the floor.
"Spike you jerk," Willow shouted as she jumped up.
Spike just smiled and tapped his watch.
"Oh, shit," Willow asked as she lifted the broken remains of the
alarm.
"You're going to be late," Spike sing sang.
"Out of my way," Willow stated as she crawled over the bed.
"Pardon me," Spike said as he connected with the wall.
"Out, out," Willow exclaimed as she dumped a pile of clothes on
her bed.
"Aren't we forgetting something," Spike stated
"Storage room, next door, go," Willow blurted and threw his coat
at him.
"Thanks," Spike said and opened the door.
Spike slipped quietly in the storage room, there he found a chair and sat
down. "Well what to do," he muttered as he pulled out a worn pocket book,
it's black cover faded and some of the pages sticking out.
"Now were did I put the damn thing," he muttered and patted his
pockets.
"There we go!" he exclaimed and produced a piece of what had
once been a number three pencil, now almost worn down to the stump. He
placed it at the top corner of an empty page and started to write in small,
yet flowing letters. This was his journal.

"To whomever who reads this battered book,
I sit here and listen as the third Slayer I've opted not to kill
prepares herself for the day ahead. Bloody hell, that girl makes a lot of
noise. Time to recap; the lack of entries over these past months is not an
issue right now. My problems lie in the here and now. This city is all
wrong, Slayers casually fighting the Masters and note the plural dear
reader."

Willow burst into the room now fully clothed, carrying two mugs and her
precious laptop slung over her shoulder.
"Here's some blood for you, now I've blanketed the windows and
while I'm gone you can look through the database on the mainframe," she
said.
"Will do Red and when can I expect you back?" he asked as he
accepted the mug.
"Come find me at the Church Library after sundown. I've got info
that says something bad is blowing into town," she stated and was out the
door before Spike could reply.
"There goes my vacation," he muttered and continued writing.

I'm back with my one time arse-kicking partner Red and as usual
I get drawn into her mess.

Spike stood up and made a beeline for the computer room. The door opened as
slowly as it pushed piles of paper along with it.
"Bloody hell, the girl is a complete techno freak," he cursed as
he viewed the computer-lined wall topped off with a wall size monitor.
"Nobody needs this much speed," Spike muttered as he pulled out
a chair.
"Let's see Master List," he muttered as he clicked the folder.
"Well this is awfully personal," he exclaimed as he read through
a list of vampires, their addresses, power and profiles. He pulled out the
notebook and started writing down names and notes for himself as he read
through the list.

People to look out for:

Nathaniel De'Night, eldest vampires in the city. Better get on
his good side.
Michael Swift, young get on the rise. One to watch.
Danielle, female witch, better be careful.
Daniel, witches twin, all brains, avoids fights if possible.
Leonardo, thinker, philosopher, but a fierce fighter if called
upon.
Alexander, Nathaniel's childe, proud bugger

Spike didn't stand up from the computer until several hours had passed.
He made his neck crick and straightened his back.
"Lets see what else this place offers," he stated.

After having spent an hours going through Willow's underwear drawer and
raiding the fridge Spike was watching a horribly dubbed episode of Passions.
"It's a good thing I knew this one by heart," Spike thought to
himself.
There was a knock on the door and letter bearing the seal of a Master
Vampire was slipped under the door.
"What the," Spike muttered as he stood and crept towards the
door.
"To Willow Rosenberg," he read.
"Well dye my hair and call me Red," he said as he broke the
seal.
"Bloody hell," he cursed after having read over the letter.
He took one quick look out the window and saw the sun low in the sky.
"If I stick to the shadows I'll make it to the library," he
thought and grabbed his coat. Laying the letter on the table as he checked
his weapons. The letter read:

Dear Adversary.
If you are reading this I'm already dead, but not by your hand
as I would have chosen. There is a new master in town and it is my last wish
to you that you protect my heir. Her name is Susan Swift, she does not know
about my kind and I do not wish her drawn into our world.
Goodbye for now
Michael Swift

More to come...