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Fic: Morituri Te, PG, Spike, OCs

Morituri Te
by Barb C.

Characters/Pairings: Spike, Evie (OC)/Alex (OC)
Rating: PG
Setting: Post-Gift AU
Notes: Barbverse. Takes place c. 2037, a bit after "They Also Serve." Evie contemplates a change.


"That's the last one," Alex said, plunking another box down on the leaning tower of cardboard teetering beside the crypt door. He leaned against the doorpost and shoved the unruly brown curls from his brow in feigned weariness. "Shit, Evie, are you sure you need all this crap? We've only got a one-bedroom apartment." He reached into the top box and pulled out an ancient iPod. "This hasn't worked since the Clinton administration. The first one."

"Hey!" Evie snatched at the iPod, and Alex swung it overhead, grinning. He wasn't that tall, and she put some vamp muscle into a leap and grabbed it out of his hand. "That's got sentimental value. I stole it from the first guy I killed." She wrapped the earbud cord around it and stuffed it back into the box.

Alex blinked. "Seriously?"

For a guy whose mom was the Slayer and whose dad was one of the most infamous vampires of the last century, he could be fucking naive at times. Evie rolled her eyes. "No, dipshit. I was turned in 1998, and they weren't even invented yet." She glanced around the crypt – except for them, it was deserted. The other employees had moved out ages ago, and since Alex's older brother had taken over Bloody Vengeance Inc. and moved the main office to that warehouse down at the docks, there wasn't much reason for anyone to come here any more.

"Man, I remember when Dad used to bring us down here to keep an eye on us when Mom was out slaying." Alex looked around, a little wistful. Candlelight flickered across the scatter of old chairs and filing cabinets, and the big marble sarcophagus which had served as the receptionist's desk. "We used to play hide and seek in the pile of coffins downstairs and drive Clem crazy. Think someone else is gonna move in once you're out of here?"

"Nah. Who lives in crypts anymore? I was just trying to save on rent." It was kind of a shame. The new office was all professional and shit, but it didn't have the atmosphere the crypt did. Fledges these days didn't have any sense of fucking history. She sat down on the sarcophagus, caught his eye and grinned. "Means we can come here and make out in peace."

He grinned back. Fucking dimples, making her melt. "Hey, making out in cemeteries is an old family tradition."

They were getting a good start on it when Evie heard the footsteps, crunching along the gravel path towards the crypt. Alex looked up almost at the same instant, nostrils dilating, and she felt muscles tense beneath that teddy bear exterior. His senses were almost as sharp as hers. Heartbeat, but too slow for a human. So it was probably Alex's brother and her boss, but why the hell would Bill be coming here? She was reaching for the taser in her back pocket – screw swords and axes, this was the twenty-first century – when the crypt door creaked open and she caught the scent. "Hey, El Jefe! What are you doing here? Thought you were busy sitting on your lazy retired ass!"

Alex's eyes lit up. "Dad!" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "I thought you wouldn't be home for – whoa, what happened to you? Piss off Mom?"

"You two are a regular Burns and Allen, you are." Spike limped into the crypt like he had a few broken ribs yet to heal. He must have been in one hell of a fight recently; half-healed claw-marks scored his cheek, and when he shrugged out of his beat-up old leather jacket, yellowing bruises mottled his forearms. He accepted a filial hug from Alex with a minimum of wincing, crossed to one of the less-dusty chairs, and collapsed into it with a grunt of exhaustion. It struck Evie all of a sudden how old he looked: the grey in his hair, the lines in his face, the little belly he'd started to acquire in the last few years. Damned good for his age, yeah, but...

Of course, if Spike were still an immortal undead hottie, Alex wouldn't exist.

Spike fired up a cigarette, indifferent to her existential pondering. "Christ, I'm knackered. Alex, lad, take that pile of shite out to the truck. I need a quick word in private with the woman who's leading you astray. Business. Won't be a minute."

With a look that said he was burning up with curiosity, Alex complied, hoisting a couple of boxes and dawdling out of the crypt as slowly as possible. Evie eyed Spike with equal curiosity. As soon as Alex was out of sight, he pulled a small glass vial from the inner pocket of his jacket and tossed it at her. "There. Don't say I never got you anything."

Evie, startled, almost fumbled it. Hoo-fuckin-ray for vamp reflexes. She turned the vial over in her fingers, perplexed. The wine-red fluid within rolled sluggishly against the glass. Blood, obviously, but why – oh. Oh. She shot a glance at Spike; he was fiddling with his lighter. "This – this is it?"

"That's it." Spike took a drag on his cigarette. "What? Told you I'd find some."

Evie stared at the vial. It didn't look like much. Certainly not like eternity tied up in a pretty pink bow. Her palms were sweating. She'd better be damned careful not to drop the thing; Mohra blood cost a freaking fortune. "I didn't think you were serious! Shit, Spike, I can't afford to pay you for this. I just – where the fuck did you even find a Mohra demon? Sam Lawson had to go to fucking Siberia or something."

Spike smirked at her and exhaled a long plume of smoke. "Got my methods, Watson."

Her eyes narrowed. "You just wanted to prove you could take one down too, didn't you?"

"I may be retired, but a chap's got to keep his hand in. As for payment..." He shrugged. "If you come through it alive, you and that layabout son of mine can provide me with another grandchild or so one of these years."

If. If she cracked that vial and swallowed it down. She'd heard the stories a million times – how Mohra blood had made Angel human, and made Spike... whatever Spike was. And how of all the other vampires who'd gotten the same treatment had ended up mindless, soulless hunks of meat. Except, for some reason, Sam Lawson, but then, he'd always been a freak, just like Spike.

Spike's eyes glittered in the candlelight, still as clear and piercing a blue as ever. "Second thoughts? Best have 'em now, 'cause there's no coming back."

Evie scrunched her eyes shut. "Dammit. I'm not like you. Not a fucking hero. I don't make grand fucking gestures for love!" For a second her voice cracked, and she hated herself. "I look at Alex and... and I don't want him to get old all by himself. Did you ever hear of anything so fucking stupid?"

The corner of Spike's mouth ticked up. "Might have, once or twice. Look, pet, it's your choice. Chuck that thing into the sewers if you like. Hunt up a witch and see if she can call your soul back, so it'll just make you safely human. Or down it now and take your chances." He took a last drag and got to his feet. "I'd best be getting home; Slayer's waiting."

She closed her fingers around the vial. Even if it worked... "It's just so fucking permanent, you know?"

Those wintery eyes softened. "It is that. So be bloody well sure you want this. That's the real reason I had the will to keep body and demon together when that devil's brew sent ten thousand volts through me. I wanted it. Life. More'n anything else, whether I realized it or not. That simple." At Evie's frown, "Yeah, it was a grand gesture for love, but why the hell d'you think I fell for the woman I fell for?" He contemplated the ember glowing at the end of his cigarette, dropped it, crushed it into the flagstones beneath the sole of one boot. "She made me feel alive."

Evie took a deep breath. "Spike – don't shit me. Was it worth it?"

His brow wrinkled in thought. "It'll change you. You'll think it won't at first – you're still a vamp, yeah? No soul to burden you. But it's different, being alive. Knowing every minute, every day, is ticking towards your last. That you're... finite, and your legacy's in what you'll leave behind when you go. Was it worth it?" He cocked an eyebrow. Grinned. Dimples, just like his son. "Fuck, yes."

He slung his jacket over one shoulder and headed for the door, a hint of his old swagger in his step. "If you'll take advice from me, though, whatever you do, talk to the boy first."

"Yeah. Okay. I'll do that." She looked out between the bars grating the nearest window. Alex was coming back up the path, moonlight silvering his shoulders. His father met him just outside the threshold, and the two of them exchanged a few words before Spike swung off down the path, heading for Revello Drive.

"What was that about?" Alex asked. "And don't tell me business, because – "

She cut him off with a hug, vamp-strong, head buried against his chest. "Hey," he said softly.

Evie looked up. She'd always thought Alex didn't look much like either of his parents, but from the right angle, yeah, they were both there. A legacy in blood and bone. Not the only kind Buffy and Spike had left, but the only one she was interested in right now. "Alex. We gotta talk."


End

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fenchurche
Jul. 25th, 2015 06:35 am (UTC)
Whoa... cool! Not a story I was expecting, but definitely what I wanted to read! Loved it!
rahirah
Jul. 25th, 2015 07:30 pm (UTC)
Thanks!
kerry_220
Jul. 25th, 2015 07:02 am (UTC)
Thank you! That's one of my questions answered!
rahirah
Jul. 25th, 2015 07:30 pm (UTC)
De nada!
velvetwhip
Jul. 25th, 2015 08:09 am (UTC)
Oh the joys of the Barbverse!


Gabrielle
rahirah
Jul. 25th, 2015 07:30 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading -- I know this isn't your ship!
waddiwasiwitch
Jul. 25th, 2015 08:32 am (UTC)
OOOH this was excellent.
rahirah
Jul. 25th, 2015 07:29 pm (UTC)
Thanks!
paratti
Jul. 25th, 2015 08:47 am (UTC)
Loved it.
rahirah
Jul. 25th, 2015 07:29 pm (UTC)
Thanks!
readerjane
Jul. 25th, 2015 11:13 am (UTC)
Yes. This.
rahirah
Jul. 25th, 2015 07:29 pm (UTC)
Thanks!
ljs
Jul. 25th, 2015 01:24 pm (UTC)
Really neat, sharp (which is appropriate ;)) story.
rahirah
Jul. 25th, 2015 07:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
slaymesoftly
Jul. 25th, 2015 02:38 pm (UTC)
Whoa. Did not see that coming. Evie's come a long way. I guess getting mixed up with one of those Pratt men can do that to you.... :) I'm going to be heartbroken if/when you finally run out of stories to tell in the Barbverse.
rahirah
Jul. 25th, 2015 07:29 pm (UTC)
I actually did write a previous ficlet about Alex and Evie, but it was awhile ago.

Those Pratt men are a menace. *g*
slaymesoftly
Jul. 25th, 2015 07:34 pm (UTC)
Hmmmm Will have to go search for it. I didn't remember they were a thing....
rahirah
Jul. 25th, 2015 07:37 pm (UTC)
paratti
Jul. 26th, 2015 03:48 pm (UTC)
Loved that one too.
thisficklemob
Jul. 26th, 2015 09:28 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I liked it. And Alex, all insecure about his ambitions, and Evie, realized what's wrong with her unlife...

there's nothing worse in the universe than being a vampire who gets suckered into caring about now.

I also, weirdly, feel sorry for Evie, not having gotten her degree when she got turned just before her graduation. (Yes, it's random what I remember and don't.)
molliemole
Jul. 25th, 2015 02:41 pm (UTC)
Excellent story.

By the way, this part: "This hasn't worked since the Clinton administration. The first one."

From your mouth (or fingers) to God's ears.
rahirah
Jul. 25th, 2015 07:28 pm (UTC)
I figured that was more likely than the Sanders administration. *g*
spikereader
Jul. 25th, 2015 03:54 pm (UTC)
Loved it - always a joy to read more in your 'Verse.
rahirah
Jul. 25th, 2015 07:27 pm (UTC)
Thanks!
thisficklemob
Jul. 25th, 2015 05:29 pm (UTC)
Oh wow. You went with Alex/Evie, didn't see that coming.

I guess Spike had more in common with Evie than Willow ever dreamed, that first night.

Also: not that this is news, but... Spike is a good dad. <3
rahirah
Jul. 25th, 2015 07:27 pm (UTC)
I actually did write a previous ficlet about Alex and Evie, but it was awhile ago.

Both Spike and Evie would deny it strenuously, but yeah. *g*
brutti_ma_buoni
Jul. 25th, 2015 07:07 pm (UTC)
Oooooh. I feel like I should have seen that coming, but I didn't. I've not read so much of your ideas about how the younger kids turn out, and this surprised me. Evie's such a great OC, you know. I hope she doesn't get killed off by Mohra blood. Or is loving Buffy's genes the way to come through?
rahirah
Jul. 25th, 2015 07:26 pm (UTC)
I actually did write a previous ficlet about Alex and Evie, but it was awhile ago.

Spike's pretty much right -- I figure that when Mohra blood brings a vampire's body to life, it hurts like hell, and it makes the body an inhospitable environment for the demon essence. So in the vast majority of cases, the demon essence will bugger off to wherever it goes when vampires get staked. The Mohra blood will still bring the body to life, but with no soul and no demon, there's no one home. (Possibly memory would still exist, and you might end up with an automaton which would respond to stimuli to some extent, but it would be without volition. I'm creeping myself out here. Talking to it would be like talking to one of those AI psychiatry programs or something...)

But if the human part of a vampire's personality has a lot of willpower and a really good reason to tough it out, they can hold themselves together, so to speak, long enough for the Mohra blood to fuse the demon essence to the human body, and voila, living vampire. (Spike had an additional advantage in that he went through that thing with the portal in "Raising," so he had previous experience in keeping the demon part of him from being ripped out.)

Incidentally, if you go with comics canon, this would mean that any vampire that survived the process would probably have effectively severed the connection between the demon essence that animates them, and the ancestral demon that created that line of vampires. Which might be interesting to explore at some point.

Edited at 2015-07-25 07:38 pm (UTC)
torrilin
Jul. 25th, 2015 08:05 pm (UTC)
Eeeeee! Yes yes yes, I love the fic, and I want more of the science please. And Alex's reaction to his dad's prezzie.
kerry_220
Jul. 25th, 2015 10:14 pm (UTC)
Yes - this! I'd also like to know a lot more about Alex's abilities. He was the normal one after all.
rahirah
Jul. 25th, 2015 11:47 pm (UTC)
Hah, I have this all worked out. Alex turns out to be like Connor. Vampire-like senses, and strength that's better than human, but not quite as strong as a Slayer, and not quite as keen-nosed as a vampire. But he doesn't have that pesky sun allergy, so. (For a full explanation of the magical genetics behind it all, I direct you Let's Talk About Sex: Vampire/Slayer Biology in the Barbverse.)
double_dutchess
Jul. 26th, 2015 01:02 am (UTC)
Oh I loved this. It fills me with all kinds of happy feelings I can't express very well because I'm not a writer. Your OC's are the best. And so is your Spike. And well, all your characters. Squee!
rahirah
Jul. 26th, 2015 04:09 am (UTC)
Aw, thanks. I love writing OCs, and with fanfic, you're never sure how they'll go over!
rbfvid
Jul. 26th, 2015 07:38 am (UTC)
I love your OCs! And I think you just made me relize, that I have a secret kink for the storyies where universe rules and exceptions apply not only to the main series characters =)
rahirah
Jul. 27th, 2015 02:05 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I think for me, one of the major points I wanted to make about Spike in this series is that while he may be unusual, he's not a unique special snowflake case. Other vampires could conceivably do what he does, even if it's not very many of them.
rbfvid
Jul. 27th, 2015 02:18 pm (UTC)
Definitely not the unique special snowflake, James from 'Heartthrob' is the first thing that comes in mind here.
feliciacraft
Jul. 27th, 2015 07:46 am (UTC)
Oh the risks one takes for love!

The following part really got to me. I read it severally times and stared stupidly at it, which just testifies to the power of your writing:

Evie scrunched her eyes shut. "Dammit. I'm not like you. Not a fucking hero. I don't make grand fucking gestures for love!" For a second her voice cracked, and she hated herself. "I look at Alex and... and I don't want him to get old all by himself. Did you ever hear of anything so fucking stupid?"

Sigh. So perfect.

This story got me thinking, though. (And this is by no means a critique of your story, just a tangent inspired by it.) I don't know if I've seen a later life story dealing with a mortal and an immortal. A day in the life of a much older Buffy and a vamp Spike looking the same age, for example. (I have a WIP where I'm making Buffy more or less immortal, as a result of an AU "coming back wrong". I didn't even realize I was "solving" the asymmetrical ageing issue.) In the Barbverse we see Buffy and Spike ageing together (which is both heartwarming and ingenious). But I'm beginning to suspect that most of us can't figure out how to make a mortal/immortal pairing work long term... Would it be so wrong for one of them to get old and for the other to stay young? For one of them to die of old age after a lifetime together, and for the other to live on?
rahirah
Jul. 27th, 2015 02:03 pm (UTC)
I don't know if many are still around, but over the years I've read a number of short fics where vampire Spike was still with an older Buffy, ranging from fluffy porn to angsty deathfic. Or where Buffy ended up with shanshued Angel, and Spike came to see her before she died, or where Buffy died tragically young(ish) and Spike went out to meet the sun the next morning. I can't really recall anyone writing any longer fics with that premise, though. I think most people who wrote about it just wanted to hit on the Tragedy of Buffy dying before Spike, and weren't particularly interested in the day to day travails of the situation.

I once did a poll on this very question, trying to figure out the difference in preferences between Buffy/Spike and Buffy/Angel shippers. It was fascinating. There was a fairly strong preference among the people who voted for stories where Buffy is mortal and Spike or Angel is immortal, but the vast majority of stories, it seems to me, just avoid dealing with the subject at all by only writing about Buffy as a young woman.


feliciacraft
Jul. 27th, 2015 07:56 pm (UTC)
I've read those angsty deathfics, but the focus of those seem to be death (and hurt/comfort/let's-rip-readers-hearts-out-with-misery) instead of life. I recall a story where human!Buffy ends up with vamp!Spike after a failed marriage with an OC (and the death of a young child--oh the tragedies that Buffy must endure to find eventual happiness in Spike's waiting arms), and in the last paragraph it states, obituary-style, that Buffy lived to a respectable old age, mostly in seclusion, in the company of a younger man (clearly meant to be Spike). But that story was mostly about how a young(ish) Buffy ends up with Spike.

I've read stories where Buffy, immortal, reunites with Spike after a human lifespan has passed both of them by (which is rather sad, and in one instance, takes place after Spike has buried Xander after a lifetime together). It bothers me that there's a hint of they're only together because there's nobody else left and won't be, for the two of them.

It's harder to write stories around older characters, I think, which is another reason Barbverse is wonderful and unique.

Thank you for conducting that amazing poll and compiling the results. I wish I'd known about it. I was taken back by the radically different opinions between B/A and B/S shippers, but on second thought, it makes perfect sense. Our preferences probably help determine which ship we back.

It frustrates me sometimes that as a later-comer to this fandom, I'm clearly joining a very-well-established conversation all enthused and clueless (and probably making people roll their eyes at my repetition). LJs (and DWs) are not very searchable and well, digging through back entries is hit-and-miss and feels slightly stalkerish, even though I *know* there must be troves of info in them. Thanks again for the pointer to your poll and analysis.
rahirah
Jul. 30th, 2015 03:34 am (UTC)
Actually, it's great to have newer fans who can keep that enthusiasm going when we bitter jaded oldsters just schlep around shaking our canes at Joss. *g*
the_moonmoth
Jul. 29th, 2015 09:02 pm (UTC)
Oooh, yes, liked that a lot.
rahirah
Jul. 30th, 2015 03:32 am (UTC)
Thanks! :D
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