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This story is No. 1 in the series "The Vulnerability of Faith". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: She was chosen for a reason. To protect and save the world from evil. She shunned her calling & welcomed the darkness. Who knew she was the one that could save the world from the evil that actually could end it; evil that had a face of a friend.

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Highlander > Faith-Centered(Moderator)DemonaFR183381,0290422,0062 Aug 032 Aug 03Yes

Part Seventeen: The Demon Inhabits The Body

For Disclaimer and Notes see first chapter.

Part Seventeen: The Demon Inhabits The Body

Methos, Gunn, Cassandra, and I walked around Sunnydale. We found a few vamps to beat up and actually got some valuable information out of them. Our biggest find was when we found or rather when Spike found us. He jumped out at me from behind a dumpster in a dark alley, latching onto my neck. I threw him off and grabbed a stake ready to stake whatever it was that attacked me when the sight of platinum blonde hair stopped my downward motion. I froze inches above his heart.

"Spike?" I asked him and took a better look, as best I could in the completely dark alley, at the bloody mess beneath me.

"Great. I attacked the other soddin' slayer," a clipped British voice muttered angrily.

"Christ Spike. What the fuck happened to you? Let me help you up. Give me your hands,' I said as I stood to help him up.

"You would have to retrieve them from Buffy first. She cut them, along with other things, off," he spat at me. I grabbed the flashlight off my suit and shone it down on him and I almost puked. Gunn did. He had bloody stumps where his hands should have been, he was missing one eye and his clothes were all soaked in blood.

"So let me guess…you didn't kill Buffy," I guessed as I clicked off my flashlight saving him further embarrassment of being seen like this.

"Do you dare ask me that? If I had hands and another eye to see you with I would beat you to a bloody pulp over that comment. You know damn well I loved her Faith. Like you and Peaches," Spike angrily hissed at me. I smiled at him sadly.

"Peaches broke my jaw, my heart, my everything else about thirty-six hours ago Spike. I know nothing about him and me anymore. I didn't think that you had killed her, but others, that are going to remain nameless primarily because most of them are undead or dead, thought that perhaps you did it because you didn't come back to the house and you weren't with her body."

"I would have been with her body but the fuckers that turned her beat the shit out of me and took me with them. They then turned me over to her this afternoon when she returned from killing Red and Xander. She tortured me for a few hours, cut out my eye and beat the fuck out of me, and then left me alone for another few hours while she went to the magic shop to destroy all the restoration stuff. She came back bragging about how she killed the demon, a watcher, and some random chick, and how she left a message for Giles in their blood. I mean God, she is a vampire for like a day and already she is threatening people and writing cryptic messages in blood. Angelus would be bloody proud if he were still around," Spike muttered under his breath.

"All right, enough whining out of your sorry ass. Can you walk?" I asked him.

"I don't know how far I will make it," he told me honestly.

"Methos, you are in charge of making sure we don't get tailed," I told him as I bent down in the alley next to Spike. "Cassandra and Gunn keep an eye out for baddies, and Cassandra lead the way from here to Giles' house. The fastest and safest way that you know of," I told them and they nodded. "Spike, I need you to hold onto me," I instructed him as I moved to pick him up.

"How the bloody hell do you expect me to do that?" He angrily snapped at me.

"Wrap your arms around my neck at the elbows Spike. Use some common sense, just because you are missing your hands doesn't mean your brain leaked out of your head," I snapped at him starting to get angry at his attitude. "Come on Spike. We don't need to be out here any longer than we have to. Just wrap your arms around my neck. I'll get you back to Giles' house and we'll take care of your injuries and see what we can do about them," I told him and he reached up and wrapped his arms around my neck tightly and I lifted him off the ground. We quickly and safely made it back to Giles' house. Only there did we encounter resistance with Giles at the front door.

"There is no way that I am going to invite him into my house. He is responsible for her death and I'm not allowing a soulless demon into my house ever again!" Giles argued with me as I stood outside the front door to the house with a bloody and unconscious Spike in my arms. His arms had long since unfolded from around my neck and his head was hanging back at an uncomfortable angle from how I was holding him, one arm under his back under his arms, with my other arm under his legs.

"He didn't have anything to do with her death. I tried to explain this to you all earlier but no one believed me. She did this to him, now invite him into the fucking house before I kill you and walk in without the invite," I hissed in a low and deadly voice to him. The others looked on from inside the house with startled gazes at the threat I had just issued to Giles over Spike.

"Come in Spike," Giles said and I walked forward without encountering the barrier to Giles' house with Spike in my arms.

"I need you to get something to lay him down on. He is covered in blood and I don't think that you want to ruin the carpet or the floor," I told Giles and he reluctantly ran to get something to lay him on. He came back a few minutes later with a few sheets and a plastic tarp.

"Where do you want to be Spike? Table, wood or carpet floor, or bed?" I asked him as he came to again.

"Don't care baby. Wherever you want to put me will work," he muttered. He had been fading in and out of consciousness the whole way back to the house.

"Bed Giles. Someone go with him to help him put the plastic tarp down on the bed and then put the sheets on it. Hurry please," I told them. Cordy jumped up and followed Giles, as did Kate.

"I need an Immortal blood donor. He needs to get something inside of him quickly and I can't afford to lose any blood right now," I told them. Amanda stood up and followed me as I walked down the hall with Spike still in my arms. Some of the rest of the group followed me; Angel was among them.

"Where did you find him? Who did this to him?" Angel asked his vampire visage slipped into place on his face and I could tell that he was pissed that someone or something did this to his childe.

"Guess," I snapped at him.

"Who?" He asked me. "Don't play games where my childe is concerned."

"Buffy did this to him," I told him and he shook his head in disbelieve. "He'll tell you everything if he comes out of this as something other than a vegetable from all the damage she did to him. He told it all to me on the way over here so that we would know that she means business. Now if you don't mind I would like you to get the hell out of my way so I can get him into this bed and hope and pray that he survives," I told him and he moved out of my way and I brushed past him.


I put Spike down on the bed and Amanda sat down on the bed next to him and I grabbed her wrist. She nodded and I pulled out my knife and sliced her wrist open and put it to Spike's unconscious mouth. Blood dripped from her wrist into his mouth. I saw the Quickening closing up the cut after a few seconds. I took her wrist again and sliced it deeper and bigger so it would take longer to heal and replaced it on Spike's mouth. This time he came to and sunk his teeth into her wrist and then batted it away in disgust after a moment.

"You are feeding me a human?" He asked me, his eyes portraying his anger and I shook my head.

"Since when did you refuse human blood? She is Immortal. You can drain her. She doesn't mind, she even volunteered for the job," I told him and he looked over at her and she nodded. She gave him her wrist, which had already healed, to bite into. He sunk his teeth into it hungrily and drained her quickly and sloppily. After he drained her completely she passed out and died on the bed next to him. Richie picked her up and carried her back out into the living room where Kate was now waiting for her to make sure she was ok when she came back to life. I looked down at Spike.

"You going to be ok?" I asked him.

"I'm going to pass out for a few hours now. If I come back to life after this then we'll talk about how I am going to be. Ok, pet?" Spike suggested to me and I nodded in understanding. I leaned down and kissed his lips gently.

"Come back to me. Who else am I going to pick on for thinking they know anything about music?" I teased him. He smiled a little.

"You will be able to find someone else to fight with when I'm gone. I'm always right you know? You need to find someone who believes that you are right for a change. It'll boost your ego," he told me and then pain crossed his face.

"Are you ok?" I asked worried.

"I'm fine pet. I'll talk to you in a few," he mumbled to me and passed out again. I shook my head and kissed his forehead before standing up.

"I want someone in here watching him at all times. I want shifts or something. He is never alone; hear me? When he wakes up I want another Immortal other than Amanda to volunteer to give him some of their blood. Don't let him take enough to kill you just enough to give him something to use to rejuvenate his body. Ok?" I asked them and they nodded.

"Where are you going?" Giles asked me.

"Hunting," I told him.

"Oh no you aren't!" He said to me and I glared at him.

"Are you going to stop me?" I asked him.

"He doesn't have to. We will," Cordelia stated angrily. "You aren't going to go out and fight Buffy tonight. You are pissed and irrational and going to get your ass killed. I am not ready to lose my best friend tonight Faith. Please, don't go," she begged me.

"She did this to him. She did this to all of them. She is going to die and I won't let a trivial thing like my own death stand in the way. Does everyone hear that? She is going to die!" I yelled at them all. "Anyone who is opposed is with her and therefore against me. Got that?" I threatened them and they were all in shock at my outburst.

"What, did the other deaths mean nothing to you? I mean they were your friends too weren't they?" Willow asked me completely in shock.

"To be honest I was not really that good of friends with anyone that died over the past two days. I loved Buffy and she is dead. She killed several other people that I care about but it didn't have an impact on me. I guess this deal with Spike just hit close to home because if she could love him like she did and still do this to him then I keep thinking that there is no hope for anyone in this world. She loved him and did this to him anyway," I told her honestly and then looked up at Angel for a brief second before I headed towards the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Cordy snapped at me.

"To get some warm water in a bowl, a rag, a sewing kit and some old clothes of Giles' that I can put on Spike after I get done fixing him. If anyone would like to join me on this little adventure please stay in the room, if not then feel free to leave," I told them all honestly and people did what they felt was the right thing for them. I walked out to the kitchen and grabbed the bowl and rag that were still in the sink from cleaning Buffy the night before. I put the now clean rag in the bowl and filled it with warm water. After that was done I grabbed the emergency kit off the floor in the hall closet and headed to Spike's room. I set all those things down on the table next to the bed and then walked back to Giles' room to get a pair of ratty sweats and a tee shirt for Spike to be changed into, he could forgo boxers for now. I headed back into Spike's room to see that Angel was in there. I suspected that he would come and help me with his childe.

"What can I do?" Angel asked me.

"You mind taking his clothes off while I get this stuff ready. We are going to have to bandage his arms, sew his eye shut and bandage it, and we might have to sew together any other big cuts that lie under his clothes," I told him and he nodded. I opened up the medical kit and didn't pay attention to Angel as he took off Spike's clothes.

"Holy shit!" Angel swore and then rushed out of the room and I heard him puking in the bathroom that connected to the bedroom. I looked at Spike's body to see what the hell made Angel puke. Spike was shirtless and his pants were pulled down to mid-thigh. I saw what made Angel puke because it made me puke too. I threw up in the bathtub because Angel was still puking in the toilet. Spike had been severely beaten, sliced and diced and overall tortured leaving huge gashes along his upper torso. Spike was also missing his penis and balls; they had been cut off, roughly cut off from the looks of it. I threw up everything I had eaten recently, which wasn't very much fortunately.

"What the hell do we do about that?" I finally asked Angel.

"It'll close up eventually. I just suggest that we get it cleaned up and put something on it to help the healing process or something like that ok?" He told me and I just managed to nod and threw up again at the thought of fixing that wound. Finally I was ready to go back out and deal with Spike's body. By the time we had gotten ourselves together Spike had thrown up most of the blood that he had consumed from Amanda, all over himself and he was still out cold.

We did it together. We went back out there and got his pants off and then bathed and dressed that wound first. We then cleaned off the rest of his legs and put the sweatpants on him. We then cleaned the upper half of his body and stitched up his eye and other cuts along his chest and back. We attempted to stitch up where his hands were missing and then we bandaged them and wrapped them tightly to keep dirt and such out. This was worse than Buffy because I didn't think she would wake up and have to live with the wounds, Spike would have to for the rest of his probably short unlife. We did everything we could to make sure that Spike would heal as quickly and painlessly as possible.

"Can he survive something like this as a vampire?" I asked Angel quietly as we were rinsing out the bowl and the rag in the bathroom sink in Spike's room.

"I don't know Faith. He has no hands. I'm not sure if a vampire can survive without hands. He has only stumps and I'm not sure how well he can use even them. He might not even be able to defend himself with them. He only has one eye that he can see out of which means he can only see what is coming on one side. I don't know Faith," he honestly told me. I went to reply but froze when I saw Spike leaning against the doorway.

"Thanks for the positive speech, Peaches," Spike said to him and Angel sighed heavily.

"What would you want me to tell her Spike? You want me to lie to her and tell her that you will be just fine?" Angel snapped at Spike.

"No, but you could have used nicer ways of putting it," he told Angel angrily.

"Whatever," he said to him and I stood up from my seat on the toilet set.

"How are you feeling Spike?" I asked him honestly.

"Better. Thanks for the fresh Immortal by the bed when I woke up. That was a pleasant meal. And thanks Faith, for bringing me here and dressing my wounds, all my wounds," he mumbled to me and I just nodded to him. "I'm sorry that you and the Poof here had to deal with what was missing below the belt. I meant to tell you not to clean me up that I could do it myself before I drifted off but as you see that didn't happen. I don't think that it was a good idea for you to see that and I am so sorry that you had to see and deal with that," he told me. I walked up to him and pulled him into a loose hug.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you and that you had to deal with that yourself," I told him honestly.

"Angelus did worse to me. I mean…that is…he didn't exactly cut of my balls or anything quite that extreme but he did a lot of emotional and repairable physical damage. It made her mad that I wouldn't scream the whole time she was cutting me up. What she didn't know was that I had had a lot worse than she thought she was dishing out to me. This thing in her body is worse than we could have imagined to ever come out in her. There is a reason that they don't like Slayers to become vampires. They are feisty and the "First" Slayer usually presents her old, violent self in them. It was horrible the things that she did to those that she killed. I think that she spared Red the torture and just snapped her neck because of her close relationship with her, but I don't know."

"Willow isn't dead," I said to him. He shook his head and raised his scarred eyebrow.

"Buffy said that she snapped her neck and then left her dead body in the coffin for you to find when Willow and Xander didn't come back after awhile," Spike told me. "She wasn't lying about that because Xander was pissed that Buffy didn't make him a play toy," Spike told me and I looked at Angel worried now about the safety of the people in the house.

"She is human, isn't she?" I asked him and he nodded to me.

"She told us that she woke up in the coffin and then came running back here to tell us what happened and such," Angel told him, we were all very confused at this moment.

"I don't get it. Are you sure Red isn't like Cassandra or one of those other Immortals that we have running around here?" Spike asked and Angel and I looked at each other, considering the idea.

"We'll have to make some inquiries. But Willow is, as far as we know, human. She came running into the house without an invitation and in the sunlight and she isn't a Slayer so she shouldn't be allowed out in the sunlight. Although I still don't understand why B should be allowed in the sunlight. That confuses the hell out of me," I told them honestly and they just nodded in agreement with me.
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