One of the Darkness, One of the Light

By Saber ShadowKitten

Part Eleven

"You are such a bloody pain," Spike said one night two months later. Time had passed slowly for the bonded pair, as they were forced to stay close together. They got to know each other more intimately than either had desired, leading to an intense loyalty and semi-friendship between them.

Buffy learned about Spike's tumulus childhood in North London, on how he came to be a vampire, his relationship with Drusilla and his love of punk music. She found he was very hyper and couldn't sit still for more than an hour at a time, which drove her to distraction when she wanted to relax, because she had to go where he went.

Spike learned that Buffy felt immense guilt about sending Angel to Hell, on what it was like living on her own in LA, about the many other creatures she fought and her love of soap operas. She said they mimicked her life. She also loved violence, a trait they both shared.

They worked well together on patrol. Spike would watch and make witty comments while she fought, unless her opponents were too much for her to handle. Then he'd throw himself into the battle, working by her side, their movements more in sync that Buffy's had been with Angel. They were two warriors who thrived on the violence and the euphoria of winning.

Because they were constantly within five feet of each other, neither had any secrets anymore. Spike had found and read her diary one day, which earned him a good beating, and she made him swear with a blood pact never to divulge its contents. So, they cut their wrists and grasped forearms, and their loyalty to one another reached a higher plane.

"I try," Buffy replied, painting the last toe nail bright green. They were sitting in 'their' bedroom, waiting for the sun to set. Spike was laying on his twin bed, which had been fully assembled next to Buffy's, reading a book. The room was crowded with the extra furniture, and they constantly tripped over books and other things on the floor.

"What time are we leaving again?" he asked.

"Same time as I told you three minutes ago," Buffy answered. "How's it look?"

"Green," Spike replied, glancing at her toes. She scowled at him, then climbed over and sat on his lower legs, her back to him and began to paint his toes. "What are you doing?" he asked with a sigh.

"Oh, nothing," she said. Spike set the book aside and sat up, looking over her shoulder. When he saw what she was doing, he grabbed her around the waist and proceeded to tickle her.

"Aah!" Buffy shrieked, quickly capping the green polish bottle so as not to get it everywhere. She clasped her hands over his, trying desperately to get him to stop. Suddenly, she was flipped onto her back, Spike poised over her and pinning her down as he continued to tickle her sides.

"Stop, stop, stop," she gasped between laughter. She wiggled under him, trying to escape, but not that hard.

"I don't think so, pet," Spike said. He pressed his weight against her, using one hand to capture her flailing arms. He raised them above her head, a vice grip around both wrists and used his free hand on her waist. "Say uncle."

"Never!" Buffy declared, breathing heavily. She kept squirming under him and twisting her wrists to break free. The light from the window started to fade as the sun dipped behind the horizon, casting shadows on the bed. The air began to change, becoming heavy, tangible, sultry as the forces that brought them together worked their magicks.

Eyes suddenly met and held, fingers that once enduced laughter now stoked passion, breathing changed from gasping to aroused. A tongue flicked out to wet nervous lips, blue eyes following the action before capturing those same lips with a small groan. Power that had been held in check came bursting forth, igniting desire, longing, hunger.

They melted into each other, touching, caressing, building on the flames that rose from deep inside. Warmth against cold, good against evil, male against female, naked bodies intertwined, not knowing where one ended and the other began. Their joining was absolute, movement fluid and graceful, alternating between fast and slow as they climbed to oblivion. And as they peaked, the room was lit in a glow that radiated from them, shimmering with the intensity of their climax.

So powerful was their coupling that they fell, still joined, into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Part Twelve

"Hello, cutie," Spike said softly, gazing down at the woman beside him. He was propped on his side, hand holding up his head, watching as Buffy came fully awake. The light behind his blue eyes had not dimmed, but his body was relaxed, untroubled, coolness pressed beside her warmth.

"Hi," Buffy whispered back, her own gaze shy. He leaned his head down and gently kissed her full lips, enjoying their softness. He pulled back only to look into eyes that mimicked his own with emotion. She inhaled deeply, her naked breasts rising and falling, then looked to the door. "I hope that was locked," she said, lightening the passion-filled room.

"If not, they got a good show," he replied, tracing her cheek and jaw with his free hand. He tilted his head and listened for other people in the house, finding none. "No one's home, luv."

"Good," Buffy said. At his hurt look, she clarified what she meant. "Not good as in we shouldn't have done this, but good as in we didn't get interrupted."

His mouth tilted in a sexy grin, then he rolled onto his back in order to see the clock. "I suppose we best get going, pet, especially if you want to join your friends at the Bronze."

They both rose and dressed, with Buffy hiding stakes on her body. Spike watched her do this with great interest, commenting on her ability to put so many under such skimpy clothing. Leaving the house hand in hand, the bonded couple made rounds then headed for the Bronze.


"I'm going to take a quick smoke, luv," Spike said as they walked up to the bouncer to pay the cover charge. "Meet you inside."

Buffy smiled and nodded, then dropped his hand and went into the dim club. She searched for and found her friends, including Faith. "Hi, guys!"

"Buffster!" Xander greeted, moving so she could join them. They were so used to Buffy being with Spike, they didn't question where he was, knowing he had to be close by. "How's our other favorite Chosen One doing? Is that term still correct? Shouldn't it be Chosen Two? Or maybe, The Chosen?"

"I'm doing great," Buffy interrupted him. "And you'd have to talk to Giles about that."

"Maybe I will. It would be fun just to see him stutter to come up with an answer," Xander said gleefully.

"So, Faith, I haven't seen you in awhile," Buffy said to the other Slayer. "Been keeping out of trouble...or at least not getting caught?"

Faith laughed. "The last parts right, B. I've been hanging out, working a little during the day. Gotta pay the slumlord who owns my luxurious digs. How 'bout you? How's life at the Summers' residence?"

"Crowded," she answered. "I can barely move two feet without tripping over Spike's shoes, or his duster, or his books, or him..."

"Speaking of undead fiends," Xander said. "We haven't seen Angel around lately. Not that I'm complaining, just observing."

"Now that you mention it, I haven't seen him either," Buffy responded.

"Maybe he took a trip," Willow suggested, sipping her drink. "Or he went back to lurking and staying in the shadows."

Buffy shrugged. "Oh, well. I guess if he wants to be found, he will be."

"Woah. That's a big 180 coming from you," Xander said. "Have you decided to move onto the living? Particularly your muscular, dark haired, best friend?"

She laughed. "Sorry, Xander, no offense, but you'll always only be my best friend."

He sighed dramatically. "I know. Can't blame a guy for trying."

A good dance song started up from the live band playing and Buffy conned her friends onto the floor with her. They bounced around the floor together for several fast songs before a slow one started. Heading back to their seats, they collapsed in laughter. Out of nowhere, a hand appeared in the Slayer's line of vision. She looked up and saw Spike standing behind the couch. He arched an eyebrow in invitation.

Smiling, she stood and made her way to the dance floor, his hand resting lightly on her lower back. As the music continued, they wrapped their arms around each other, dancing as close as only two people who shared everything could. Her friends watched gape-mouthed as the bonded duo swayed to the slow beat. When the song ended, Spike kissed her lightly on the lips, then led her back to the couch before disappearing once more.

Mouths snapped shut with an audible clack as Buffy looked sheepishly at her friends. Willow was the first to speak.

"Buffy! If you two got any closer, you'd be one person!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, B. That was some serious meshing," Faith added. "Are you to doing the horizontal?" Buffy blushed, looking down at her shoes. "Way to go, B!"

" I the only one not liking this?" Xander said. "Buffy, didn't boinking one undead guy teach you a lesson the first time?"


"Giles is not going to be a happy bookman," he added.

"Tell Giles and I'll stick Mr. Pointy where the sun don't shine," Buffy threatened. "I'm going to the ladies, when I come back, there'd better be a new topic." She stood and weaved her way through the crowd to the restrooms. Willow and Faith took one look at each other, then went after her.

"Buffy!" Willow said, following her blond friend into the restroom. ""

"What Red here is trying to say is, you go girl!" Faith interrupted. She leaned back against a sink. "Now, give us all the gooey details."


"Nope, ain't gonna work," Faith said. "Spill."

Buffy took a deep breath and sighed, knowing Faith would strong arm her if necessary. She filled them in on what had happened earlier that night, quietly so as not to be overheard by the other girls in the restroom. When she finished, she was flushed from the memory and her two friends were wide-eyed.

"Do you love him?" Willow finally asked.

"No," Buffy answered. "I mean, we're enemies. He's the one who forced us into this bloody prophecy and it doesn't change the fact that...what?" Willow and Faith were trying not to laugh at her. "What are you two giggling about?"

"You said 'bloody' just like Spike," Willow said, covering her mouth with her hand to hold back the laughter.

"I think someone is lying through her perfect teeth," Faith said pointedly. "You've been together, what? Over two months? Constantly at his side, sharing everything...a girl's gotta be dead not to feel something."

With that, they left the Slayer alone in the bathroom, staring thoughtfully at her reflection in the mirror.

Part Thirteen

The pain hit as soon as she left the bathroom. Gasping and doubling over, Buffy clutched her stomach and tried to hurry to her friend's side. When they saw her, they jumped to their feet in concern.

"Buffy, what is it?" Willow asked immediately.


"Xander, call Giles. We are going to need his car," Willow instructed. Xander hurried off. "Faith, get outside and look for him. He's got to be a couple of blocks away, due to the amount of pain Buffy's in." Faith nodded and took off, as well. "Buffy, come on. Let's head to the door and wait for Giles."

Buffy hobbled next to the hacker and out into the fresh air. Xander soon joined them, announcing that Giles was on the way. The Slayer leaned back against the wall of the club and sank to the ground, folding in on herself in pain. A man detached himself from the shadows and ran to her side.

"Buffy," Angel said, crouching to her side. He looked up at the two friends, questions in his eyes.

"Spike's gone," Willow explained. "I told Faith to start looking."

He nodded and brushed Buffy's hair from her face. "I'll find him," he whispered, then stood and jogged off, disappearing into the night.

Giles pulled up a few minutes later, breaking speed records from his house to the Bronze. The three friends piled in, with Buffy in the front seat, and he started to drive in a random direction, knowing that as the vampire and his Slayer got closer together, the pain would lessen.

"Here," Buffy suddenly said. They were in front of ShadyHill Cemetery, with it's large trees and ancient gravesites. She jumped out of the car before it stopped moving, running half hunched into the cemetery. Giles got out the extra slaying equipment and loaded Xander and Willow up before they followed her.

They found a furious Buffy battling against at least ten vampires. Angel and Faith were both there as well, fighting even more of their undead brethren. The trio did not hesitate in joining the fight, shooting bolts and streams of holy water at the nearest foe. Between the six of them, they managed to dust most of the vamps. The remaining few took off running into the darkness.

But the Slayer wasn't appeased. She began to look frantically for Spike, knowing he had to be nearby, but not in sight. She finally found him unconscious behind a large mausoleum, wondering why the others didn't stake him when they had the chance.

"Spike, wake up," Buffy said, taking his head into her lap.

"She's got it bad," Faith commented to Willow and Xander as they observed the bonded pair.

"Slayer? That you?" Spike said, with a moan. He put a hand to his sore head. "What'd I bloody do this time?"

"Got yourself kidnapped," Buffy supplied. "And don't ask me why, because I have no clue."

"Those were some of Trick's goons," Angel said as Buffy helped Spike to his feet.

"But why did they kidnap him?" Willow asked. "Why not just stake him on sight?"

"I don't know," Angel replied. "I'll ask around, see what I can find out." He looked down at the blond supporting the vampire. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah. Thanks for the help," Buffy said. Angel nodded then disappeared back into the shadows. "Giles, can you give us a lift home?"

"Certainly, Buffy," Giles answered. "Faith, may I offer a ride to you, as well?"

"Nah, I'll walk," Faith said. "Maybe get some information of my own."

"Alright, be careful," Giles said. She nodded and walked off, bounce in her step. He returned his attention to the others. "Shall we?"



"I'm afraid not," Giles told Buffy a month later. He had been doing his own research as to the attacks on Spike. Two more attempts had been made to kidnap the vampire, but both were unsuccessful. Angel and Faith both came up empty handed, but continued to try to ferret out information.

Over the past four weeks, the new lovers shared a bed and each other as often as possible. As their relationship changed emotionally, Buffy began to change physically. She was nauseous, dizzy and weaker than normal, and she had finally been persuaded to go to the doctor's that afternoon. If she didn't know better, she'd think she was pregnant.

"Hello, luv," Spike said, entering the library after a trip to the principal's office. When the vampire became too hyper, he really mouthed off. "Ready to go?"

Buffy nodded and said good-bye, and the bonded couple left the school hand in hand. The walk to the doctor's office was uneventful, filled with a comfortable silence as they both enjoyed the sunny spring day. After a short wait, the Slayer was escorted into an examining room, poked, prodded and tested before being asked the indignity of urinating in a cup. After an hour passed, Spike snuck back to the rooms to join her to relieve the time pain before it drove him crazy.

The Slayer was sitting on the examining table in a gown, swinging her feet and waiting for the doctor to return when Spike came in. "Hey, I was wondering when you'd show up back here."

"Yeah, well, the bond was driving me batty," Spike said, sitting in a chair after moving her purse and clothes. "What's taking so long?"

"He wanted to run a test," she answered. "He said it would only take a few minutes, then I'd be done."

"That gown is very fetching," Spike teased, gesturing to her yellow and white attire.

"Watch it," Buffy warned. "Or I'll have him give you a physical while we're here."

"I doubt that, pet," he said.

"Try me," she replied with a evil smile. The doctor entered before they could get into it further. He gave Spike a puzzled glance before turning his attention to Buffy. "Just ignore him," she said. "I do."

Spike scowled at her, then turned his attention on going through her purse.

"Ms. Summers," the doctor began, standing in front of the girl. "I have the results of the test and I will need to further examine you. You might wish to ask your friend to step outside."

"Is it bad?" Buffy asked, worry evident in her voice. "'Cuz if it's bad, I'd rather Spike stay here."

"No, it's not bad," the doctor told her. "Just personal."

She nodded. "Spike, would you mind waiting outside?"

"Sure, pet," he said, standing and putting her stuff back on the chair. Now that they had been within five feet of each other, they could split up for another hour. But instead of going back to the waiting room, Spike leaned against the wall right outside the door so he could listen to what the doctor had to say.

"Ok, what's wrong with me?" Buffy asked after Spike had left the room.

"Just a slight case of pregnancy, Ms. Summers," the doctor replied, happy at his own joke.

Buffy's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. "What? But, that can't be! I mean, vamp...they can't have children!"

"Why don't you lie back and we'll see how far along you are," he said. Buffy did as told and he gave her a quick pelvic exam. "I'd estimate about four months. I'm surprised you didn't suspect when you stopped having your period."

"But...but...but, I can't be pregnant! It's impossible!" Buffy complained. "Are you sure it's not a mistake?"

"Quite certain, Ms. Summers," the doctor confirmed. "I shall set you up with some prenatal care information and note that you should schedule an appointment for a checkup next month."

Buffy nodded, dumbfounded as the doctor left the room. She stood slowly and began to dress on automation. She didn't hear or see Spike enter behind her.


She turned her wide, glazed eyes to him. "I'm pregnant."

"So I heard," Spike answered. He grasped her arms as she was about to fall over. "Do you know whose it is?" he asked quietly, pain in his voice.

"It's yours," she whispered, her eyes luminous. "There's been no one but you since my seventeenth birthday."

Spike's own eyes began to mirror Buffy's. "You're bloody serious." She nodded. "But, I don't get it. We've only been together for four weeks, not four months!"

She sagged in his arms, realization dawning. "The prophecy."


"Giles, we know when the child is coming," Buffy said depressingly and without preamble. They had come directly from the doctor's to the library to inform the Watcher. "I'm pregnant, and if Spike's interpretation of one week equaling one month is correct, I'll have the baby in five to six weeks."

Giles could only stare at his Slayer as what she told him sunk in. "Are you certain?"

"I knocked her up but good," Spike told him. Buffy flushed at his crude language.

"I...I see," Giles said, removing his glasses and setting them on the table. "Well, this is a-a-a bit of discerning news."

"Will you tell the others?" Buffy asked. "I'm going to go home and cry myself to sleep."

"Of-of course," Giles answered. Buffy nodded and slowly walked out the library doors, defeated.

"Watcher, find something, anything, to save her," Spike said, pain in his voice. Then he, too, turned and left.


Buffy broke the news to her mom, then went up to the bedroom and locked the door. She needed to be alone for awhile, to be away from the vampire she was bonded to, the vampire with which she had fallen in love.

Spike nervously smoked outside the house, staring up at the fading sunlight. He couldn't believe that it had only been a little over four months since he tried to kill the Slayer, four months since the bond formed between them, four months to fall in love with her. And now, a baby...

He dug into the pocket of his jeans for the well worn copy of the prophecy which he carried with him at all times. It served as a reminder of all he had to gain. And to lose.

"One of the darkness, one of the light, brought together by force one night. An instant in time, a bond created, causing pain when separated. If one does take a final breath, the other shall follow into death. Strengths will be given, weakness taken away, allowing the darkness into the day. Together they shall bring a child of power, but one will die in the final hour. But with this death, the bond broken away, the entire world the child will save."

Part Fourteen

The attacks on Spike increased, but now they included the pregnant Slayer, as well. The Slayerettes and Giles worked frantically around the clock, trying desperately to find some way to save Buffy's life. Both Angel and Faith doubled up on patrols, helping the bonded couple, protecting them as time passed.

Buffy and Spike were never more than five feet from each other's sides. He continued to make love to her, worshiping her growing body with every fiber of his being. They did not return to the same doctor for a checkup, instead they went to a clinic in the eighth week to be sure the baby was healthy. They both cried as they saw the small child on sonogram.

One night at the beginning of her ninth week, Buffy sat down and wrote letters to those most important to her. Each contained messages of hope and love, forgiveness and memories, and were sealed in plain envelopes with eight names on them. She saved Spike's for last.

Writing to him had been hardest of all. They had shared so much over the past months, growing from enemies to friends to lovers, and now she was having his child. A miracle child between a vampire and a human. A child who was destined to save the world one day. A child who's birth would bring her death.


"Run," Spike instructed, pulling her along behind him. They could hear the sounds of voices and footsteps as they were chased through the woods outside of Sunnydale. The attack on the bonded couple had came as a surprise, more than thirty vampires coming after them in force.

Buffy stumbled, her swollen belly making it awkward to move at such a fast pace. Spike caught her arm, but continued to urge her on as they ran deeper into the woods. They only needed to outlast the night, which was fading too slowly into dawn. The couple hit a slope and they half scrambled, half fell down it and across the small stream.

"Spike, I can't..." Buffy gasped, her sides and lower back cramping.

"Yes you can, Slayer," Spike said. "Don't give up on me now, girl." He practically dragged the blond as they continued their frantic pace. They entered a small clearing that had a large, hollow tree standing in the center. "There."

Buffy had almost made it when she fell to the ground in pain. Her insides felt like they were being ripped out, and she shoved a fist in her mouth so as not to scream. Spike picked her up and brought her to the tree, laying her carefully on the soft grass. He could hear their foes in the distance and prayed for the first time in centuries that they wouldn't be found.

"Oh god, Spike. It hurts," she cried. She panted and lay her head on the ground, staring up into the night sky through the branches of the tree.

Spike swore when he saw the blood covering her maternity dress. "Bend your legs for me, luv," he said, pushing the soaked material over her knees and removed her undergarments. She was crowning. "Slayer, we have to get the baby out of you."

Buffy nodded, breathing heavily. He quickly took off his T-shirt, planning on using it to bundle the child, and put his hands between her legs. "Ok, luv, push." She took a deep breath and pushed with all her strength, crying out as the pain tore through her body.

"Again, Slayer," he instructed. They went on like that for what seemed like hours to Buffy, but in reality was only a few minutes. She screamed and cried with the torture her body was going through, all the while the attackers were getting closer to their goal. False dawn lit the sky, signaling the oncoming day as she continued to push.

With one final push, she fell back onto the ground as the baby's cry filled the air, coinciding with the sun as it peaked over the horizon, burning the vampires to ashes. Spike wrapped the child in his shirt and set her on Buffy's stomach. His undead heart filled with dread as the blood continued to gush from her.

"You have a little girl, Slayer," Spike whispered, lowering her dress and crawling next to her. He propped her in his arms, allowing Buffy to hold the baby. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at the small bundle in her arms. She could feel herself weakening with each breath she took.

"Spike, it won't be long now," she told him. "Promise me you'll take care of her."

"I promise, Slayer," Spike said, tears running down his own chiseled features. He tilted Buffy's chin so he could look into her eyes. The fire that always burned in them was slowly going out. "I love you, Buffy."

She smiled at him through her pain. This was the first time he had called her by her name. Not pet, not Slayer, but Buffy. And it was the first time he said he loved her. "Thank you," she whispered. "For completing me."

Her eyes fluttered closed and she took a deep breath, before letting it out with her final words. "I love you."

"No, Buffy, no," Spike sobbed, pulling her and the baby closer. "Don't leave me. Don't go." He rocked the two of them, and as the sun rose in the sky, the Slayer slipped away.

The baby let out a long wail, knowing that her mother was gone.


"Where are you going, luv?" Spike asked the little girl as she ran off ahead of him. She shrieked in laughter as he caught up, swinging her into his arms and nuzzling her stomach.

"Stop it, daddy, that tickles," she said, laughing as he put her on the ground. She took his larger hand in her tiny one, and they continued to walk to their destination.

The tree loomed larger than life in the clearing, its branches full and green. The sunlight trickled through the leaves, lighting up the small area in front of its massive, hollow trunk. "This is where I was born," the little girl said, pointing to the spot with her small fingers.

"Yes, pet, it was," Spike said. He crouched down next to her, sadness and love in his blue eyes.

"And this is where my mommy died," she said. Spike nodded, unable to speak. "I wish I got to meet her. What did she look like?"

"Like you, pumpkin. Full of life and laughter," he answered. "And she was so strong…" He ran his hand over the soft, green grass where he last held her in his arms. The only time he ever got to tell her he loved her. "I loved her more than anything."

"Like the fish love the water?" his daughter asked, starting the game they made up.

"Like the birds love to fly," Spike said.

"Like the polabears love the cold," she said as he stood and led them out of the clearing.

"Like the sun loves the moon…and like I love you."