Stories of Spikeby Saro0fdemonzChaptersWorthThe First TimeThat NightFights among DragonsJust what was Spike doing that night?BreakfastWorth"IS THAT ALL I AM TO YOU?! JUST SOME PRIZED BEAST?!" Spike roared, flames billowing around him. Morigan's mouth worked uselessly as she tried to argue, but Spike had already turned, wings sprouting from his back as he kicked off the ground and hurtled away. "Spike...SPIKE!" "Ah got 'im. Calm yer pretty lil head," Skylar scoffed as he pat her shoulder. "h-he's never going to forgive me..." "'Is head is in a t'rrible place right 'bout now. Jus' gi'e 'im some time luv. As ah saids. Ah'll talk t' 'im," Skylar promised, squeezing her shoulder. With a wink he sank into the shadows, leaving Morigan to stare at the sky. Her dragon was hurt. Because of her. "Fig'rd ah'd find ya here Liz," Skylar chuckled as he slipped out of the shadows. Spike sat on his bed, his room a complete mess. Smoke filled half the room. The dragon himself sat with his arms around his knees. "Ya got it wrong Liz," Skylar pointed out, tucking his hands into his coat pockets. "Yea, sure..." "Spike," Skylar breathed his name, causing him to tense up. "That woman luv's ya more than any other creature in dis whole damned world. Ya truly think yer jus' a prize t' her? Lemme ask ya...Whatcha think ah am t' her?" He pointed a finger at himself, putting on a half smirk. "I...I don't know," Spike admitted. "Is true. Ah might very be th' worlds greatest swordsman, but ah sure as shite ain't no human. You's more human in ya than I," Skylar began, claiming the corner of the bed as he sat down. "Ya could hardly call me a second class citizen. Though ah s'pose it ain't no matter. My life is as cushy as it gets," he chuckled. "Whats your point Sky?" Spike growled, smoke curling around his face. "Liz...Spike...That woman would die fer ya in a heartbeat. Ah've watched her tame all sorts of critters an beasts. She's luv'd em all th' same, but not quite like th' love she has fer you," "She's los' a lot of em. As th' Princess' Tamer...Her pets are all basically war-hounds...An' those ones she's lost, she's cried fer. But ah ain't nary seen tears in her eyes like the ones she has fer you," Skyler glanced at the dragon, seeing his attention focused wholey on him. "Tartarus be damned boy, you mean everything to that woman!" Skylar laughed. Spike scoffed and shook his head. "Ah'm sure ya's seen what our relationship is like...But t' her, ah'm but 'nother pet. Th' prized Shade. Only one ever tamed," Skylar smirked. "Bullshit. You're more than that to her..." "Ah'll tell you this Liz. If we's were hangin at th' end of our ropes...She wouldn't hesitate t' abandon me fer ya. Honestly...ah prefers it that ways," Skylar nodded. "Sky..." "Though ah'd blame that on a'fact of how hard ah'm t' kill!" Skylar busted out into laughter. Spike found himself relaxing a little, flexing his wings. "So you're saying I overreacted?" Spike asked softly. "Oh no, not at all Liz. Ah thinks this here is good fer her. Everyones gotta feel th' sting sumtime," he shrugged. "She ain't meant what she said in th' way ya heards it. You're her ultimate prize. Better than anything she's ever 'ad in this world. Worth more than all th' coin in this whole blasted realm. She ain't meant t' call ya's a prize," Skylar tried to explain. "She meant that I was more than that..." Spike slowly realized. Skylar smirked and gave a nod. "I have to talk to her..." Spike jumped to his feet, stumbling a little. "Hold yerself there Liz. Ya's aint used t' them wings jus yet. Adrenaline an heartbreak gots ya here but not even willpower is gunna git ya back so easily," Skylar placed a hand on his shoulder. "Rest ya'self. Ah'll let ol Mori knows ya safe an sound an ya'll can hash it out over breakfast." "You don't truly think that...do you?" Morigan asked. Skylars shadow only gave a light shrug. Morigan was able to listen in thanks to the duplicate, but if it spoke to her than it would give away her eavesdropping. "Skylar...I would never abandon you..." "He's out like a light that one. Long day on 'is shoulders," Skylar murmured, fading back into his shadow and forming fully. "And ah's meant my words Mori. If it twer me or th' boy, ya's better be savin yer lizard. An old bag like me'self can git by jus fine ah'll have ya know. 'Sides. Bindin Contract an all that shite," he shrugged. "The three of us are taking a personal day tomorrow Skylar and..." "No Mori. You's an 'im are havin' a day t'morrow. If'n ya feels ya need t' spend time with me later, ah'm happy t' join in the fun. But t'morrow's fer the two of ya's. Go win back yer lizard. Gimmie a day o' peace while yer ats it," he chuckled, waving over his shoulder as he walked away. Morigan huffed under her breath, staring into the distance. "Tomorrow Spike..." The First TimeCold. All he could feel was cold. In the distance he swore he could hear screaming. Slowly he turned his head to the side, seeing a figure approach him rapidly. His vision blurred and darkness crept in. For some reason he reached toward the figure. He tried to speak but felt as if he was drowning. His body heaved as he coughed, the liquid that filled his throat splattering across the ground. The figure reached him, catching his arm and placing one of its hands under his head. He smiled, feeling warmth come from the figure. He tried to lean into it, into the warmth but his body refused to answer him. He felt something wet hit his cheek and in his stupor came to realize the figure above him was crying. He worked his mouth a few times, struggling for words but only managing to let out a fluid filled gurgle. Pain blazed through his chest and throat and the darkness crept in more, blotting out all but the figure above him. Weakly he reached up a hand to the figures cheek, giving them his best smile. "Its..G~~oi~ng t-t b~e ok~ay" "Spike!" His eyes snapped open, the dragon-kin finding himself in bed. He slowly sat up, glancing down at himself. Just what had happened? Was it all a dream? He shuddered as a memory filled his mind. "Look out!" Spike screamed with his limbs shifting. He leapt as hard as his legs would allow, pushing Celestia out of the way of the oncoming chariot. The horses cared not for the boy hurtling himself before them, slamming their massive bodies hard into him, their hooves unforgivingly trampling across him until the wheels of the chariot had their way with his frame. The driver only just managed to stop the cart moments after it was too late. Spike patted himself down, finding his body was completely intact. No hoof marks or anything. "What?" he mumbled aloud. "Spike..." Celestia breathed his name as she came into the room. He stiffened at her arrival, turning and giving her a smile. "H-Hi! Um...I uh..." his words died as he saw her face. Make-up horribly smeared over her cheeks and under her eyes from what had to be hours of crying. "You f-foolish..." she stammered, rushing to his bed and hugging him tightly. He slowly lifted his arms to hug her "I'm so glad you're okay Angel..." Spike murmured as he leaned into her. He felt her arms tighten around him. He let out a relaxed sigh as he sat there in her arms, taking in her warmth. Celestia rested a hand on the back of his head, holding him as if he would float away. "H-How are you feeling?" Celestia managed to ask. He looked up at her in mild confusion, reluctantly pulling out of her arms. He glanced down at himself, running his hands over his body. "I feel...fine. I guess last night really happened, huh?" he chuckled nervously. "Spike...I...Y-You've been unconscious for a week," Celestia spat out, clenching her fists. He blinked and scratched at his chin. "I am a heavy sleeper, huh?" he gently teased. "That's enough Spike. I...I almost lost you," she grabbed hold of his hand and placed it against her cheek. He tensed up as that night flashed in his mind again. Celestia had rushed to his side, not caring about the mud staining her dress. He gently rubbed his thumb against her cheek, wiping away some of her smudged make-up. "You let little old me keep you in this state for an entire week? I'm sorry to have worried you..." he chuckled softly and sat up, taking her hands in his. "I already told you though...I owe you my everything Angel. Whatever power I have...Whatever I can give...If that means my life, then so be it," Spike spoke from his heart, feeling tears sting his eyes. She gently squeezed his hands and cleared her throat. "I...I'll let you get back to resting..." she murmured, gasping as he tugged her into his bed. He gently wrapped his arms around her, holding her head against his chest and letting her listen to the steady beat of his heart. She had done so for him so many times. "As long as my heart beats you have nothing to worry about," he whispered. Celestia's mask fell away, the monarch clinging to him and letting the tears fall freely. Morigan watched from the doorway, biting back her own emotions. She would have her time with Spike. For now, her Princess needed closure. "Skylar. We're going to properly train him," she decided "Ye sure o' that?" Skylar scoffed. "He reacted faster than a Celestian," she pointed out "And? You o' all people knows Celestia ain't perfect. What makes th' boy special Mori?" Skylar asked her. She glanced at him, seeing knowledge far beyond her own in his eyes. Was he testing her? "I don't know," she huffed, glaring as Skylar chuckled. "Ah think ye do know Mori. But it's fine. If ya wants me t' teach 'im, then I will teach 'im. But ah ain't goin' easy on 'im. He's made of sturdier stuff than those sacks of meat ye two call guards," "Try not to kill him," Morigan sighed. Celestia watched in horror as Spike shoved her out of the carts path. How had she not seen it coming? It seemed to take ages but it was over in only moments. Spike's body twisted and rolled across the ground, held together by mere strands of flesh and innards. She cried out his name as she rushed to his side. Her entire form shook as he spat blood onto the ground and her dress. "S-Stay with me Spike, p-please..." she cried, her magic spinning around his form and dissipating. In her panic she had forgotten about his natural resistance. She bit her lip, shuddering as she slipped her magic around his form, pushing the lower half of his body towards the rest of his battered and bloody form. She paused as she felt his hand on her cheek. Blood dribbled down his cheek and chin, pooling in her lap and the ground below. He wore a smile as he rubbed a thumb across her cheek. "Its..G~~oi~ng t-t b~e ok~ay" he spoke through the blood in his throat, heaving against her. She shook and clutched him close, her guards rushing to her side. "SPIKE!" Morigan cried out, sitting on her knees in front of them. "H-He..." Morigan trembled as she reached a hand toward him. She placed her hand gently on his arm, tensing as he weakly glanced at her. He offered her a small smile before his body went limp in Celestia's arms. "He can't..." Morigan began. She paused as Darkness flooded around them. She turned slowly to see Skylar's hair standing on end and darkness pouring from him. "Princess, yer gonna wanna hold tightly t' yer boy there," Skylar breathed. Morigan stared in shock at him for a moment before turning her gaze back to Celestia and Spike. All at once, hell broke loose. Spike's eyes opened wide as he began to scream and thrash about. His legs, though barely attached to him, kicked and rolled about, held just barely in Celestia's magic. Little by little, the thrashing pulled his lower half against him. Skin stitched back together little by little until his body was whole again. The horrible sound of bones crunching and reforming echoed around them within Skylars' Domain. One by one the bruises and hoof marks across his body faded away as if they had never been there. Finally the screaming stopped. Spike stared up at nothing for a moment before his eyes drifted closed. All held their breath until he began to gently snore. The only proof he had been injured to begin with was the blood staining Celestia's dress and hands. "H-He..." "I thought so," Skylar mumbled, the Darkness around them fading. Celestia glanced around, seeing Skylar had taken the liberty of moving them to her personal chambers. He stumbled a moment before lifting his hood over his head, completely vanishing into the darkness of his cloak. "Skylar, I..." "Thank me later. I spents more power than I hads rights t'. I needs rest, but that there boy o' yours is more special than you could knows," Skylar spoke softly before fading away to rest. "T-Thank the gods..." Morigan breathed, lightly squeezing Spike's arm. "How could this happen?" Celestia seemed to ask herself. "The guard are questioning the driver now Princess. This was obviously an attempt on your life. W-We are lucky Spike w-was there...I'm so sorry. I should have gone with you," Morigan bowed her head in shame, tensing as Celestia placed a hand on her head. "It is my own foolishness that has caused this. I wanted time alone with him...I am just thankful you ignored my commands," Celestia chuckled weakly. "You can blame Skylar for that one Princess...He didn't feel right without you having a Shadow. Not that he could hide in yours or too close to you," she mumbled back. "In any case, l-lets make sure he is comfortable when he awakens and then I wish to speak with Skylar after he recovers," "Of course Princess..." Present Day "We knew the Guardian was special sister, but to hear such a tale..." Luna sat in thought for a moment, watching as Celestia clenched her fists. "That day still bothers you," Luna remarked. "He was only a child...A child I put into that situation..." "You still judge things so harshly sister. You fail to see what he sees. That boy did not see his life flash before his eyes. Nay. He saw his Dearest mother in danger and laid in your arms, proud to have saved you," Luna argued gently. "His healing..." "Yes. It is just as we recall Sister. Your Wards did not lie to you," Luna nodded. "The Dragon's are not keen of sharing their secrets outside of family. Though as the elder of us, we suppose you count," Luna teased gently. "Mine bond with the Dragons, while weak, still remains. Honestly we are surprised they cared for so long as to maintain it. One of the old ones must still be out there...waiting for us..." Luna sighed, glancing toward the window. "A flight does sound nice," Celestia giggled, seeing her sister fidget in her seat. "You taunt us Sister. Perhaps we shall go for a flight...Would you join us?" Luna smiled. "For this and every other Luna." That NightThe screaming was the worst part of it all. All she could do was watch as he continued to scream, unending and soul shattering. To her amazement, the hole in his chest sealed shut with steam gently rising from the wound, leaving only a faint scar. Still, the screaming continued, his body lurching onto its side and splashing a bit of the blood pooled beneath him. All at once it ended with Spike curled up in a fetal position, the air around him filled with steam. "S-Sp..." "Not yet Mori...Not unless ya want t' burn," Skylar warned her, standing between her and the boy. A pair of rifles were still aimed at them. Spike slowly rose to his feet, the rifles aimed at him once more. "I was careless...I'm sorry. It won't happen again..." he spoke softly. "Whatever kind of bullshit magic is keeping you up...A few more bullets should knock your ass back down. Don't try anything kid," "If you dare touch that trigger again...Your arm is mine," Spike warned. Morigan blinked and Spike was behind the rifleman, his ripped off arm hanging in his mouth. The man shrieked in terror as he clutched his gushing wound. Spike noisily crunched down on the arm before spitting it out, his arms shifting and scales coating his cheeks. Horns slowly sprouted from his head. The second rifleman raised his gun. Spike showed less mercy this time, standing in front of Morigan and Skylar with the mans head in his clawed hand. The body crumpled uselessly to the ground and the first gunman fainted. Whether from fear or loss of blood, no one really knew. Spike stood there, hunched over and panting heavily while tears streamed down his cheeks. Blood soaked his hair and scales, dried into his shirt and staining his claws. Morigan slipped past Skylar, throwing her arms around the boy, clutching him close. "S-Spike, come back to me..." she cried. Spike slowly wrapped his arms around her, his legs giving out. He glanced up at her as his horns shrank and vanished, his strength giving out as he lost consciousness. "He..." "He's fine Mori. Jus' tore up is all. We should gits 'im home," Skylar murmured, placing a hand on her shoulder. "T-They had to have known...Why else would they approach us now of all times?" she trembled as she spoke. "Jus' means we've gots our work cut out fer us Mori. Someone inside knows yer schedule, but they didn't know 'bout yer boy there," Skylar answered softly. "His wound..." "Dragon's are mighty sturdy Mori. Almost 'as hard t' kill as me. Give 'im time an he'll come 'round," Skylar promised. Morigan nodded, allowing him to take Spike from her. She clenched her fists, willing even the smallest spark but still nothing answered her call. She swore under her breath as she cast her gaze at the moon above. "This...This isn't the first time he's done this...W-Why did I forget?" Morigan asked. "Ye couldn't live wit' th' pain Mori. Ye asked me an Tia t' help ya forgets 'bout th' hurt. We warned ya, but ya couldn't take it anymores. C'mon, th' boy needs some rest." "D-Don't...Don't let me forget again..." "I swears it Mori." Fights among DragonsA/N - There was actually a lot more to this one but a crash caused it to be lost. I will attempt to rewrite it at some point "CRIMSON!" Spike roared as he leapt out the window in pursuit. She spun and buried her clawed foot into his gut, flicking her wings and driving him hard into the cobblestone below. She hopped away from him, allowing him to roll to his feet. He clutched his gut, scales forming over his skin. "These humans have made you weak." She spat, weaving to the side as he swung. Spike followed the move with a flip, bringing his tail down hard but Crimson simply slid around it, her own tail flicking into his gut, smashing into the previous injury and sending him tumbling across the ground. "They will betray you one day Spike. You cannot stay among them forever. You can face the truth now or deal with the harsh reality later," "Yea, you've sure shown I can trust you, haven't you?" he growled, his arms and legs shifting, tearing through his tux. "You'll have to make these choices sooner or later little whelp," Crimson scoffed. Spike grit his teeth as he flexed his claws. "You bitch..." he spat, wincing at the effort. Blood had caked over his left eye, sealing it shut. It hadn't been any use to him anyway. "I'm not the true enemy here Spike. These people took you...!" "THESE PEOPLE TOOK ME IN! THEY CARED FOR ME!" Spike roared. He stepped backwards as Crimson's tail lashed out, gouging the ground. Spike panted heavily, glaring at the more experienced dragon with his good eye. "You are blinded by their false kindness. Perhaps you need some time to see their true colors. On that day you'll find me where you belong," She pointed a claw toward the horizon. "I'll be waiting for that day little whelp. Maybe you can do your true family proud some day," she spat. Spike braced himself as she spread her wings wide and took off like a rocket, vanishing into the distance. He surged forward and stumbled, gasping as his entire body ached and groaned in protest. "SPIKE!" Morigan cried out his name. He just barely heard her, turning his gaze over his shoulder. Skylar supported her, moving as fast as his own wounds would allow. "Y-You can't be out here!" he cried out to them. Skylar paid either no mind, taking each step until he stood before the injured dragon. He knelt down, letting Morigan lean into him. She had tears in her eyes as she placed her hands weakly on Spike's cheeks. "My Spike...Thank the gods you're alive..." she whispered. Spike grit his teeth, glancing at the horizon for a moment before turning his gaze back to Morigan. Her wounds didn't seem too serious, but she had been thrown rather hard. He sank to his knees, letting her pull him in against her bosom. "I couldn't stop her...I-I failed you..." "You've failed no one Spike...I am so proud of you..." Morigan murmured, running her fingers gently through his hair. He looked up at her, finding her lips against his forehead, cracking a bit of dried blood. Though she didn't seem to care. Just what was Spike doing that night?Spike grinned as the vampire glared at him. His slitted eyes shifted as Dusk ran at him. Spike watched Dusk's eyes right before he vanished. From the left Spike spun and caught Dusk by the wrist, grinning as the vampire stared in shock. "That's fuckin' impossible..." Dusk gasped. "Prove it." Spike taunted, squeezing his wrist. The vampire cried out in pain as he dropped the dagger, kicking out to knock Spike away. But he was ready for the attack, shifting his weight to the side, the kick harmlessly kicking up his cloak and momentarily revealing his armor. Dusk's eyes went wide as he spotted the sunburst crest on the armor. Spike hooked his arm around the leg, his arm shifting as he roared, snapping the knee between his arm and rib. Dusk roared, Spike chuckling and stepping forward, chucking the vampire into a nearby tree. Dusk panted heavily, leaning against the tree and his good leg. "The fuck is a Knight doin' out here?" Dusk demanded. Spike shrugged, picking up the dagger. "I'm just out for a walk really." Spike paused, glancing over, seeing a massive light and vampires running for their lives. So he did it after all...guess that means I've got work to do. He sighed, stepping back in time for Dusk's punch to miss, the vampire crying out as he put too much weight on his leg to catch himself, only managing to fall to the unforgiving ground below. Spike rolled his shoulders, hopping forward and smashing his foot across the vampires face. "Going, going, gone! And its good! The crowd goes wild!" Spike cheered to himself. Nothing wrong with having some fun on the job after all. He sighed, hefting Dusk up by his jacket, chucking him next to Vinyl. "Need a hand?" he asked, seeing her panic over Octavia. He felt his ear twitch, eyes wide as a gunshot rang out. He twisted, throwing up his claw in time to snatch the bullet out of its path. Can't be careless like that Spike. You almost screwed up big time buddy...better make sure it doesn't happen again. he scolded himself. He shot Vinyl a small smile. "Excuse me a moment." he said softly, calling to his magic with a snap of his fingers and teleporting to the bell tower the shooter was hiding in. "Mind telling me what that was about?" Spike asked from the shadows. The woman spun, aiming her rifle at him and firing off a round. Spike grit his teeth as he slid out of its path, another round quickly following after. The woman abandoned the rifle after two failed shots, still in a sitting position as she drew her pistols. Spike saw his chance, flickering out of view for a split second before appearing before her, kicking one pistol out of her hand, the other planted firmly against his other leg. The woman grinned as she pulled the trigger, Spike bent his knees, dropping slightly, the bullet passing through the back of his pants and just barely clipping his leg. Thank Celestia for baggy pants... he breathed a sigh of relief, smacking the pistol out of her hand and pinning her to the ground. He opened his mouth to speak, wincing as she spat in his eye. "GAH!" he cried out as the poison sank in, stumbling backwards. The woman rolled to her feet, drawing a large boot knife. Spike held his palms against his eyes, feeding his magic into the thin membranes there, trying to wash away the biting poison. The woman took advantage of his stumbling, remaining silent and sneaking behind him. Spike's ear twitched as he heard her boot scuff against the ground, gritting his teeth as his tail formed, sweeping her legs and landing heavily on her stomach once she hit the ground. He quickly shifted back to normal, taking a few stumbling steps away from her as he finally worked the poison out of his eyes, keeping the membranes over his slitted eyes in case she had anything else up her sleeve. The woman coughed as she rolled, pushing to her feet and panting slightly. She spun the boot knife, glaring at him. "All I asked for was an explanation lady." Spike sighed. The woman refused to speak, seemingly waiting on him to make the next move. He shrugged, tucking a hand against his sword as he rushed her. The woman slashed with the knife, Spike drawing his sword to parry it away. Geez, she aimed straight for my throat...Must be one of those Hunters I was warned about...Good thing she's equipped for Vampire Hunting instead of Dragon slaying he chuckled to himself. The woman snarled smashing her fist across his face, crying out as she hit scales and stumbled backwards, clutching her hand. Spike bum rushed her, grabbing her arm and slipping around her, putting pressure on her bruised hand. The woman cried out, stomping her foot and revealing a blade in the heel of her boot. Spike stomped on the blade as she tried to stab him, pushing her arm hard against her back and forcing her to bend over to avoid breaking her arm. "Geez, do you try an shoot everyone who helps you?" "Only the freaks" she spat, crying out and dropping the wire she had been tugging out of her sleeve as Spike gave her arm a shove. "Lets talk someone more public." Spike snapped his fingers, the two appearing before Vinyl. The vampire was cradling Octavia and holding her close. "I guess she's an idiot too." Vinyl chuckled. "Think what you want freak." the woman spat. Spike grit his teeth, giving her arm a slight shove. Vinyl gulped visibly as she looked at him. Spike glanced around quickly, listening for any movement. Once satisfied that they were alone he turned his attention back to Vinyl and Octavia, pointing his clawed hand at Octavia. "How is she?" he asked. Vinyl's eyes widened for a moment, Spike realizing too late that his claws were showing. "I'm fine, thanks to Vinyl." Octavia answered quietly. Vinyl seemed to snap out of her daze at this point. "Good. I was hoping I was right about you." Spike smiled. "You're being tricked boy. AHH!" the woman cried out as Spike shoved her arm a bit further. He was getting really tired of her bullshit. "You tried to take my head off a minute ago. I'd rather you be quiet for a while." he said as calmly as he could, glancing down at Vinyl and Octavia. "Vanessa Filigree. I'm putting my trust in you, as well as the care of Miss Octavia. I can't openly assist you yet, but you have my support in this fight. Just so long as you keep her safe." Spike promised. Vinyl however didn't seem as trusting as he hoped. "What do you get outta this beast boy?" she growled. Shit, so much for hiding he let out a soft chuckle, keeping calm. "You figured it out huh? Well, its my job to keep this city safe. Big Boss isn't just an enemy to vampires like you. He's also a crime boss. The Guard aren't equipped to handle him. The sooner we take him down, the sooner everyone can go back to their lives." Spike explained And the sooner I can go back to just being a little dragon... "Oh wonderful, beasts and vampires working hand in hand." The woman grumbled. Spike sighed as he shoved her forward. It was time to shut her up. The woman spun, pistols slipping out of her sleeves and into her hands. Sweet Celestia, how many guns is she packing? Spike wondered, grunting as bullets pelted his armor, making him stumble backwards. He sighed, making a big show of dusting himself off before yanking the slugs out of his chest-plate. He wore a smirk as he watched the woman's shocked expression. "Care to waste anymore ammo?" he asked. "What the hell are you?" she demanded, shaking slightly. "Luckily for you, I'm a friend." he said, snapping his claws, teleporting himself, the woman and the vampire Dusk into a nearby van that was waiting on him. "Hi there." Firefly grinned, smashing a pistol across the woman's face and knocking her out cold. "Really?" Spike asked. Firefly shrugged, cuffing the woman and digging through her pockets. "Wow, she has quite a few goodies on her...and an ID. Rookie mistake for a seasoned Hunter. Cheerilee Sunlily. Awfully sweet name for a lady who tried to kill you." Firefly mumbled. "Hows the field suit?" she asked, patting his back. He chuckled as he sat down. "Almost as tough as my scales, and light as a feather. I'm impressed." "Well thank you sir." Firefly bowed jokingly. "So, whats with the other guy?" she asked, poking at Dusk. Spike shook his head. "Vampire, one of Big Boss' goons we've been keeping an eye on. He claims he's the one that took out Valiant Filigree." he answered, leaning over the front seat and tapping his drivers shoulder. "Take us home Twilight, we got work to do." "Sure thing boss." Twilight Velvet smiled, adjusting her cap. Spike sat back down, laying his head back against the cool metal of the van. "You okay buddy?" Firefly raised an eyebrow as the dragon glanced at her. "Yea, why?" "You're doing the eye thing again." Firefly pointed out. Spike blinked, the thin membranes over his eyes retracting. "She uh, spit some kind of poison in my eyes during the fighting." Spike explained. Firefly whistled, glancing down at Cheerilee. "You tellin' me she had you? Man, must be tough." she chuckled. "She's quick too. Might run her through the Gauntlet." Spike mused. "Didn't realize we were doing recruiting." Firefly sighed as she sat back. "Is that what you told Spitfire?" Spike asked quietly. Firefly bit her lip. "I'm getting old Spike. My trigger finger is slow, my joints don't work as well as they use to. I'm not the spring chicken I used to be." she lowered her head. "Do you want this life for her Fly?" Twilight asked softly. "Not in the slightest...but she has the skill for it. I don't have much of a choice and...she could use the pay..." Firefly mumbled. "That's right, didn't she adopt some girl?" Twilight asked. "Yea...Rainbow Dash. She doesn't stop talking about her. She really cares about that kid. Apparently she's fast enough to beat Soarin in a race." "Really? Maybe Soarin's getting old too?" Spike chuckled. "ugh...where am I?" Cheerilee mumbled, gasping as Firefly rested her foot on her back. "Welcome back sweetheart. Hows the headache?" Firefly asked. Cheerilee thrashed about, trying to get free. "Keep it up and you'll break something. Besides, we don't wanna wake the vampire now do we?" Firefly pointed to Dusk, who was still out cold. "Before you ask, no, we aren't vampires. Technically, we're Hunters. Difference is, we hunt every type of monster, human or otherwise" Firefly interrupted the possible insult hanging on the Hunters tongue. Cheerilee rolled her wrists in the cuffs that held her. "What about him? What IS he?" she nodded her head at Spike. "He's a rather...special case. And my boss." Firefly sat back, Spike remaining silent. "What are you going to do with me?" "Well, you spit in my bosses face. Normally I'd break your face for that. But no one ever really gets the chance to one-up the guy, so instead we're gonna put you to the test and see what your worth." Firefly explained. "That's enough Fly." Spike spoke up, the Skyborn falling silent. Spike breathed out slowly, smoke billowing around his face. "How long until we arrive?" "Just around the corner, Sir" Twilight answered. "Good. I'll take Dusk, you take her. I'd rather not deal with her arsenal again. I just got lucky that she was equipped for vampires." Spike sighed. The van lurched to a stop, Spike hefting the vampire over his shoulder as he hopped out the back. Firefly pulled Cheerilee to her feet, resting a pistol against her neck. "Don't try anything funny. I've been where you are and I promise you, you don't get outta this." she warned. Cheerilee seemed to accept that. Adding on the fact that all of her weapons had been removed, she didn't have much room for argument. Spike cast one last glance over his shoulder, sure that Firefly and Twilight could handle the woman as he made his way into the bunker. He dropped Dusk into a chair, several candles flickering into life. A large sigil on the floor began to glow, filling the room with a bright red light before fading away. Spike did a quick double check of the room and once satisfied he turned back to Dusk. "You can stop faking now." Spike spoke up. Dusk chuckled, shaking his head. "You, are a real piece of work. You're some kinda head honcho with these Hunter freaks o' yours. They ain't gonna cut it." Dusk spat. "I handled you solo. I'm sure my team could take on a few of you." Spike boasted. It was more of a bluff than anything else. Sure, Twilight was quite the powerful Magian, but if his sources were right, Big Boss had plenty of Anti-Magian gear. Firefly was his Military expert and rather skilled in many different types of weaponry, which could come in handy, but she had made a valid point. As much as Spike hated to admit it, his Skyborn friend was getting old. He didn't like the idea of trading her in for a newer fresher model, but it was her decision and he'd be happy to see her escape the fate of many of the Knights. "Please, two old ladies and some Dragon fucker? That's all you've got? Big Boss is gonna make mince meat outta your scaly ass." Dusk laughed. "Well, if he's that strong, you might as well tell me where he is. Unless he's too chicken shit to show his face." Spike spat. Dusk grit his teeth, crying out as the sigil activated under him, red sparks dancing across his body. Spike waited until the magic faded, a bit of smoke rising from Dusk as he panted and gripped the chair. "Well?" Spike asked, raising an eyebrow. Dusk's only answer was to spit on his shoes. The dragon shrugged as he turned away. "Alright then, enjoy your stay in hell. I tried doin' this the nice way." Spike sighed, stepping outside of the room and slamming the door shut. "All yours Twilight." Spike murmured, the Magian heading into the room. The screams of a regretful vampire followed him as he walked down the hall. Breakfast"Mmmnn..." he groaned and rolled onto his side, pulling his blanket over his head against the invading sunlight. His one day to himself and it was starting like this? "Just go back to bed..." he mumbled, too tired to care about anything else. "I'd love to, but then breakfast would get cold," a gentle voice spoke from beside him. His eyes shot open to the sight of her in his bed. He yelped and scrambled backwards, tangled within the blankets. A giggle as soft as clouds filled the air as he pulled himself free and into a standing position. "W-Why are you here?" he stammered "Can I not visit my favorite dragon?" Morigan asked innocently as she sat up in his bed. He gulped as his eyes roamed her body. The woman was clothed in only an oversized T-shirt and as she moved he could swear he spotted just the faintest glimpse of her panties. Purple Stripes... He turned his gaze away and cleared his throat. "A-Aren't I the ONLY dragon?" he pointed out. "Doesn't make you any less my favorite," she winked, her shirt slipping from her shoulder slightly. "You mentioned breakfast?" Spike quickly tried to shift the conversation. Morigan nodded and pointed to a nearby table stacked with pancakes, eggs, bacon, and hash-browns. Spike felt his stomach grumble loudly and let out a nervous chuckle. "Traitor," he mumbled under his breath. Morigan giggled again and crawled towards him, placing a hand under his chin. "You have the day off, right?" she murmured. He gulped and gave a gentle nod, suddenly aware he was only wearing a pair of boxers. "T-Though I owe a sparring session! I should really hurry to it!" Spike beamed nervously and let his eyes shift towards the door. Morigan pouted and leaned towards him, practically face to face. She planted the lightest of kisses against the tip of his nose. "Hurry along then. But you aren't escaping me that easily Spike," she murmured, sliding off his bed and snatching up one of the plates. She fell into an armchair and calmly began to eat. Spike claimed a pair of jeans to cover himself with before taking the other plate and leaning against his bed. He let the smells surround him for a moment longer before digging in He supposed that life could be worse.
Worth"IS THAT ALL I AM TO YOU?! JUST SOME PRIZED BEAST?!" Spike roared, flames billowing around him. Morigan's mouth worked uselessly as she tried to argue, but Spike had already turned, wings sprouting from his back as he kicked off the ground and hurtled away. "Spike...SPIKE!" "Ah got 'im. Calm yer pretty lil head," Skylar scoffed as he pat her shoulder. "h-he's never going to forgive me..." "'Is head is in a t'rrible place right 'bout now. Jus' gi'e 'im some time luv. As ah saids. Ah'll talk t' 'im," Skylar promised, squeezing her shoulder. With a wink he sank into the shadows, leaving Morigan to stare at the sky. Her dragon was hurt. Because of her. "Fig'rd ah'd find ya here Liz," Skylar chuckled as he slipped out of the shadows. Spike sat on his bed, his room a complete mess. Smoke filled half the room. The dragon himself sat with his arms around his knees. "Ya got it wrong Liz," Skylar pointed out, tucking his hands into his coat pockets. "Yea, sure..." "Spike," Skylar breathed his name, causing him to tense up. "That woman luv's ya more than any other creature in dis whole damned world. Ya truly think yer jus' a prize t' her? Lemme ask ya...Whatcha think ah am t' her?" He pointed a finger at himself, putting on a half smirk. "I...I don't know," Spike admitted. "Is true. Ah might very be th' worlds greatest swordsman, but ah sure as shite ain't no human. You's more human in ya than I," Skylar began, claiming the corner of the bed as he sat down. "Ya could hardly call me a second class citizen. Though ah s'pose it ain't no matter. My life is as cushy as it gets," he chuckled. "Whats your point Sky?" Spike growled, smoke curling around his face. "Liz...Spike...That woman would die fer ya in a heartbeat. Ah've watched her tame all sorts of critters an beasts. She's luv'd em all th' same, but not quite like th' love she has fer you," "She's los' a lot of em. As th' Princess' Tamer...Her pets are all basically war-hounds...An' those ones she's lost, she's cried fer. But ah ain't nary seen tears in her eyes like the ones she has fer you," Skyler glanced at the dragon, seeing his attention focused wholey on him. "Tartarus be damned boy, you mean everything to that woman!" Skylar laughed. Spike scoffed and shook his head. "Ah'm sure ya's seen what our relationship is like...But t' her, ah'm but 'nother pet. Th' prized Shade. Only one ever tamed," Skylar smirked. "Bullshit. You're more than that to her..." "Ah'll tell you this Liz. If we's were hangin at th' end of our ropes...She wouldn't hesitate t' abandon me fer ya. Honestly...ah prefers it that ways," Skylar nodded. "Sky..." "Though ah'd blame that on a'fact of how hard ah'm t' kill!" Skylar busted out into laughter. Spike found himself relaxing a little, flexing his wings. "So you're saying I overreacted?" Spike asked softly. "Oh no, not at all Liz. Ah thinks this here is good fer her. Everyones gotta feel th' sting sumtime," he shrugged. "She ain't meant what she said in th' way ya heards it. You're her ultimate prize. Better than anything she's ever 'ad in this world. Worth more than all th' coin in this whole blasted realm. She ain't meant t' call ya's a prize," Skylar tried to explain. "She meant that I was more than that..." Spike slowly realized. Skylar smirked and gave a nod. "I have to talk to her..." Spike jumped to his feet, stumbling a little. "Hold yerself there Liz. Ya's aint used t' them wings jus yet. Adrenaline an heartbreak gots ya here but not even willpower is gunna git ya back so easily," Skylar placed a hand on his shoulder. "Rest ya'self. Ah'll let ol Mori knows ya safe an sound an ya'll can hash it out over breakfast." "You don't truly think that...do you?" Morigan asked. Skylars shadow only gave a light shrug. Morigan was able to listen in thanks to the duplicate, but if it spoke to her than it would give away her eavesdropping. "Skylar...I would never abandon you..." "He's out like a light that one. Long day on 'is shoulders," Skylar murmured, fading back into his shadow and forming fully. "And ah's meant my words Mori. If it twer me or th' boy, ya's better be savin yer lizard. An old bag like me'self can git by jus fine ah'll have ya know. 'Sides. Bindin Contract an all that shite," he shrugged. "The three of us are taking a personal day tomorrow Skylar and..." "No Mori. You's an 'im are havin' a day t'morrow. If'n ya feels ya need t' spend time with me later, ah'm happy t' join in the fun. But t'morrow's fer the two of ya's. Go win back yer lizard. Gimmie a day o' peace while yer ats it," he chuckled, waving over his shoulder as he walked away. Morigan huffed under her breath, staring into the distance. "Tomorrow Spike..."
The First TimeCold. All he could feel was cold. In the distance he swore he could hear screaming. Slowly he turned his head to the side, seeing a figure approach him rapidly. His vision blurred and darkness crept in. For some reason he reached toward the figure. He tried to speak but felt as if he was drowning. His body heaved as he coughed, the liquid that filled his throat splattering across the ground. The figure reached him, catching his arm and placing one of its hands under his head. He smiled, feeling warmth come from the figure. He tried to lean into it, into the warmth but his body refused to answer him. He felt something wet hit his cheek and in his stupor came to realize the figure above him was crying. He worked his mouth a few times, struggling for words but only managing to let out a fluid filled gurgle. Pain blazed through his chest and throat and the darkness crept in more, blotting out all but the figure above him. Weakly he reached up a hand to the figures cheek, giving them his best smile. "Its..G~~oi~ng t-t b~e ok~ay" "Spike!" His eyes snapped open, the dragon-kin finding himself in bed. He slowly sat up, glancing down at himself. Just what had happened? Was it all a dream? He shuddered as a memory filled his mind. "Look out!" Spike screamed with his limbs shifting. He leapt as hard as his legs would allow, pushing Celestia out of the way of the oncoming chariot. The horses cared not for the boy hurtling himself before them, slamming their massive bodies hard into him, their hooves unforgivingly trampling across him until the wheels of the chariot had their way with his frame. The driver only just managed to stop the cart moments after it was too late. Spike patted himself down, finding his body was completely intact. No hoof marks or anything. "What?" he mumbled aloud. "Spike..." Celestia breathed his name as she came into the room. He stiffened at her arrival, turning and giving her a smile. "H-Hi! Um...I uh..." his words died as he saw her face. Make-up horribly smeared over her cheeks and under her eyes from what had to be hours of crying. "You f-foolish..." she stammered, rushing to his bed and hugging him tightly. He slowly lifted his arms to hug her "I'm so glad you're okay Angel..." Spike murmured as he leaned into her. He felt her arms tighten around him. He let out a relaxed sigh as he sat there in her arms, taking in her warmth. Celestia rested a hand on the back of his head, holding him as if he would float away. "H-How are you feeling?" Celestia managed to ask. He looked up at her in mild confusion, reluctantly pulling out of her arms. He glanced down at himself, running his hands over his body. "I feel...fine. I guess last night really happened, huh?" he chuckled nervously. "Spike...I...Y-You've been unconscious for a week," Celestia spat out, clenching her fists. He blinked and scratched at his chin. "I am a heavy sleeper, huh?" he gently teased. "That's enough Spike. I...I almost lost you," she grabbed hold of his hand and placed it against her cheek. He tensed up as that night flashed in his mind again. Celestia had rushed to his side, not caring about the mud staining her dress. He gently rubbed his thumb against her cheek, wiping away some of her smudged make-up. "You let little old me keep you in this state for an entire week? I'm sorry to have worried you..." he chuckled softly and sat up, taking her hands in his. "I already told you though...I owe you my everything Angel. Whatever power I have...Whatever I can give...If that means my life, then so be it," Spike spoke from his heart, feeling tears sting his eyes. She gently squeezed his hands and cleared her throat. "I...I'll let you get back to resting..." she murmured, gasping as he tugged her into his bed. He gently wrapped his arms around her, holding her head against his chest and letting her listen to the steady beat of his heart. She had done so for him so many times. "As long as my heart beats you have nothing to worry about," he whispered. Celestia's mask fell away, the monarch clinging to him and letting the tears fall freely. Morigan watched from the doorway, biting back her own emotions. She would have her time with Spike. For now, her Princess needed closure. "Skylar. We're going to properly train him," she decided "Ye sure o' that?" Skylar scoffed. "He reacted faster than a Celestian," she pointed out "And? You o' all people knows Celestia ain't perfect. What makes th' boy special Mori?" Skylar asked her. She glanced at him, seeing knowledge far beyond her own in his eyes. Was he testing her? "I don't know," she huffed, glaring as Skylar chuckled. "Ah think ye do know Mori. But it's fine. If ya wants me t' teach 'im, then I will teach 'im. But ah ain't goin' easy on 'im. He's made of sturdier stuff than those sacks of meat ye two call guards," "Try not to kill him," Morigan sighed. Celestia watched in horror as Spike shoved her out of the carts path. How had she not seen it coming? It seemed to take ages but it was over in only moments. Spike's body twisted and rolled across the ground, held together by mere strands of flesh and innards. She cried out his name as she rushed to his side. Her entire form shook as he spat blood onto the ground and her dress. "S-Stay with me Spike, p-please..." she cried, her magic spinning around his form and dissipating. In her panic she had forgotten about his natural resistance. She bit her lip, shuddering as she slipped her magic around his form, pushing the lower half of his body towards the rest of his battered and bloody form. She paused as she felt his hand on her cheek. Blood dribbled down his cheek and chin, pooling in her lap and the ground below. He wore a smile as he rubbed a thumb across her cheek. "Its..G~~oi~ng t-t b~e ok~ay" he spoke through the blood in his throat, heaving against her. She shook and clutched him close, her guards rushing to her side. "SPIKE!" Morigan cried out, sitting on her knees in front of them. "H-He..." Morigan trembled as she reached a hand toward him. She placed her hand gently on his arm, tensing as he weakly glanced at her. He offered her a small smile before his body went limp in Celestia's arms. "He can't..." Morigan began. She paused as Darkness flooded around them. She turned slowly to see Skylar's hair standing on end and darkness pouring from him. "Princess, yer gonna wanna hold tightly t' yer boy there," Skylar breathed. Morigan stared in shock at him for a moment before turning her gaze back to Celestia and Spike. All at once, hell broke loose. Spike's eyes opened wide as he began to scream and thrash about. His legs, though barely attached to him, kicked and rolled about, held just barely in Celestia's magic. Little by little, the thrashing pulled his lower half against him. Skin stitched back together little by little until his body was whole again. The horrible sound of bones crunching and reforming echoed around them within Skylars' Domain. One by one the bruises and hoof marks across his body faded away as if they had never been there. Finally the screaming stopped. Spike stared up at nothing for a moment before his eyes drifted closed. All held their breath until he began to gently snore. The only proof he had been injured to begin with was the blood staining Celestia's dress and hands. "H-He..." "I thought so," Skylar mumbled, the Darkness around them fading. Celestia glanced around, seeing Skylar had taken the liberty of moving them to her personal chambers. He stumbled a moment before lifting his hood over his head, completely vanishing into the darkness of his cloak. "Skylar, I..." "Thank me later. I spents more power than I hads rights t'. I needs rest, but that there boy o' yours is more special than you could knows," Skylar spoke softly before fading away to rest. "T-Thank the gods..." Morigan breathed, lightly squeezing Spike's arm. "How could this happen?" Celestia seemed to ask herself. "The guard are questioning the driver now Princess. This was obviously an attempt on your life. W-We are lucky Spike w-was there...I'm so sorry. I should have gone with you," Morigan bowed her head in shame, tensing as Celestia placed a hand on her head. "It is my own foolishness that has caused this. I wanted time alone with him...I am just thankful you ignored my commands," Celestia chuckled weakly. "You can blame Skylar for that one Princess...He didn't feel right without you having a Shadow. Not that he could hide in yours or too close to you," she mumbled back. "In any case, l-lets make sure he is comfortable when he awakens and then I wish to speak with Skylar after he recovers," "Of course Princess..." Present Day "We knew the Guardian was special sister, but to hear such a tale..." Luna sat in thought for a moment, watching as Celestia clenched her fists. "That day still bothers you," Luna remarked. "He was only a child...A child I put into that situation..." "You still judge things so harshly sister. You fail to see what he sees. That boy did not see his life flash before his eyes. Nay. He saw his Dearest mother in danger and laid in your arms, proud to have saved you," Luna argued gently. "His healing..." "Yes. It is just as we recall Sister. Your Wards did not lie to you," Luna nodded. "The Dragon's are not keen of sharing their secrets outside of family. Though as the elder of us, we suppose you count," Luna teased gently. "Mine bond with the Dragons, while weak, still remains. Honestly we are surprised they cared for so long as to maintain it. One of the old ones must still be out there...waiting for us..." Luna sighed, glancing toward the window. "A flight does sound nice," Celestia giggled, seeing her sister fidget in her seat. "You taunt us Sister. Perhaps we shall go for a flight...Would you join us?" Luna smiled. "For this and every other Luna."
That NightThe screaming was the worst part of it all. All she could do was watch as he continued to scream, unending and soul shattering. To her amazement, the hole in his chest sealed shut with steam gently rising from the wound, leaving only a faint scar. Still, the screaming continued, his body lurching onto its side and splashing a bit of the blood pooled beneath him. All at once it ended with Spike curled up in a fetal position, the air around him filled with steam. "S-Sp..." "Not yet Mori...Not unless ya want t' burn," Skylar warned her, standing between her and the boy. A pair of rifles were still aimed at them. Spike slowly rose to his feet, the rifles aimed at him once more. "I was careless...I'm sorry. It won't happen again..." he spoke softly. "Whatever kind of bullshit magic is keeping you up...A few more bullets should knock your ass back down. Don't try anything kid," "If you dare touch that trigger again...Your arm is mine," Spike warned. Morigan blinked and Spike was behind the rifleman, his ripped off arm hanging in his mouth. The man shrieked in terror as he clutched his gushing wound. Spike noisily crunched down on the arm before spitting it out, his arms shifting and scales coating his cheeks. Horns slowly sprouted from his head. The second rifleman raised his gun. Spike showed less mercy this time, standing in front of Morigan and Skylar with the mans head in his clawed hand. The body crumpled uselessly to the ground and the first gunman fainted. Whether from fear or loss of blood, no one really knew. Spike stood there, hunched over and panting heavily while tears streamed down his cheeks. Blood soaked his hair and scales, dried into his shirt and staining his claws. Morigan slipped past Skylar, throwing her arms around the boy, clutching him close. "S-Spike, come back to me..." she cried. Spike slowly wrapped his arms around her, his legs giving out. He glanced up at her as his horns shrank and vanished, his strength giving out as he lost consciousness. "He..." "He's fine Mori. Jus' tore up is all. We should gits 'im home," Skylar murmured, placing a hand on her shoulder. "T-They had to have known...Why else would they approach us now of all times?" she trembled as she spoke. "Jus' means we've gots our work cut out fer us Mori. Someone inside knows yer schedule, but they didn't know 'bout yer boy there," Skylar answered softly. "His wound..." "Dragon's are mighty sturdy Mori. Almost 'as hard t' kill as me. Give 'im time an he'll come 'round," Skylar promised. Morigan nodded, allowing him to take Spike from her. She clenched her fists, willing even the smallest spark but still nothing answered her call. She swore under her breath as she cast her gaze at the moon above. "This...This isn't the first time he's done this...W-Why did I forget?" Morigan asked. "Ye couldn't live wit' th' pain Mori. Ye asked me an Tia t' help ya forgets 'bout th' hurt. We warned ya, but ya couldn't take it anymores. C'mon, th' boy needs some rest." "D-Don't...Don't let me forget again..." "I swears it Mori."
Fights among DragonsA/N - There was actually a lot more to this one but a crash caused it to be lost. I will attempt to rewrite it at some point "CRIMSON!" Spike roared as he leapt out the window in pursuit. She spun and buried her clawed foot into his gut, flicking her wings and driving him hard into the cobblestone below. She hopped away from him, allowing him to roll to his feet. He clutched his gut, scales forming over his skin. "These humans have made you weak." She spat, weaving to the side as he swung. Spike followed the move with a flip, bringing his tail down hard but Crimson simply slid around it, her own tail flicking into his gut, smashing into the previous injury and sending him tumbling across the ground. "They will betray you one day Spike. You cannot stay among them forever. You can face the truth now or deal with the harsh reality later," "Yea, you've sure shown I can trust you, haven't you?" he growled, his arms and legs shifting, tearing through his tux. "You'll have to make these choices sooner or later little whelp," Crimson scoffed. Spike grit his teeth as he flexed his claws. "You bitch..." he spat, wincing at the effort. Blood had caked over his left eye, sealing it shut. It hadn't been any use to him anyway. "I'm not the true enemy here Spike. These people took you...!" "THESE PEOPLE TOOK ME IN! THEY CARED FOR ME!" Spike roared. He stepped backwards as Crimson's tail lashed out, gouging the ground. Spike panted heavily, glaring at the more experienced dragon with his good eye. "You are blinded by their false kindness. Perhaps you need some time to see their true colors. On that day you'll find me where you belong," She pointed a claw toward the horizon. "I'll be waiting for that day little whelp. Maybe you can do your true family proud some day," she spat. Spike braced himself as she spread her wings wide and took off like a rocket, vanishing into the distance. He surged forward and stumbled, gasping as his entire body ached and groaned in protest. "SPIKE!" Morigan cried out his name. He just barely heard her, turning his gaze over his shoulder. Skylar supported her, moving as fast as his own wounds would allow. "Y-You can't be out here!" he cried out to them. Skylar paid either no mind, taking each step until he stood before the injured dragon. He knelt down, letting Morigan lean into him. She had tears in her eyes as she placed her hands weakly on Spike's cheeks. "My Spike...Thank the gods you're alive..." she whispered. Spike grit his teeth, glancing at the horizon for a moment before turning his gaze back to Morigan. Her wounds didn't seem too serious, but she had been thrown rather hard. He sank to his knees, letting her pull him in against her bosom. "I couldn't stop her...I-I failed you..." "You've failed no one Spike...I am so proud of you..." Morigan murmured, running her fingers gently through his hair. He looked up at her, finding her lips against his forehead, cracking a bit of dried blood. Though she didn't seem to care.
Just what was Spike doing that night?Spike grinned as the vampire glared at him. His slitted eyes shifted as Dusk ran at him. Spike watched Dusk's eyes right before he vanished. From the left Spike spun and caught Dusk by the wrist, grinning as the vampire stared in shock. "That's fuckin' impossible..." Dusk gasped. "Prove it." Spike taunted, squeezing his wrist. The vampire cried out in pain as he dropped the dagger, kicking out to knock Spike away. But he was ready for the attack, shifting his weight to the side, the kick harmlessly kicking up his cloak and momentarily revealing his armor. Dusk's eyes went wide as he spotted the sunburst crest on the armor. Spike hooked his arm around the leg, his arm shifting as he roared, snapping the knee between his arm and rib. Dusk roared, Spike chuckling and stepping forward, chucking the vampire into a nearby tree. Dusk panted heavily, leaning against the tree and his good leg. "The fuck is a Knight doin' out here?" Dusk demanded. Spike shrugged, picking up the dagger. "I'm just out for a walk really." Spike paused, glancing over, seeing a massive light and vampires running for their lives. So he did it after all...guess that means I've got work to do. He sighed, stepping back in time for Dusk's punch to miss, the vampire crying out as he put too much weight on his leg to catch himself, only managing to fall to the unforgiving ground below. Spike rolled his shoulders, hopping forward and smashing his foot across the vampires face. "Going, going, gone! And its good! The crowd goes wild!" Spike cheered to himself. Nothing wrong with having some fun on the job after all. He sighed, hefting Dusk up by his jacket, chucking him next to Vinyl. "Need a hand?" he asked, seeing her panic over Octavia. He felt his ear twitch, eyes wide as a gunshot rang out. He twisted, throwing up his claw in time to snatch the bullet out of its path. Can't be careless like that Spike. You almost screwed up big time buddy...better make sure it doesn't happen again. he scolded himself. He shot Vinyl a small smile. "Excuse me a moment." he said softly, calling to his magic with a snap of his fingers and teleporting to the bell tower the shooter was hiding in. "Mind telling me what that was about?" Spike asked from the shadows. The woman spun, aiming her rifle at him and firing off a round. Spike grit his teeth as he slid out of its path, another round quickly following after. The woman abandoned the rifle after two failed shots, still in a sitting position as she drew her pistols. Spike saw his chance, flickering out of view for a split second before appearing before her, kicking one pistol out of her hand, the other planted firmly against his other leg. The woman grinned as she pulled the trigger, Spike bent his knees, dropping slightly, the bullet passing through the back of his pants and just barely clipping his leg. Thank Celestia for baggy pants... he breathed a sigh of relief, smacking the pistol out of her hand and pinning her to the ground. He opened his mouth to speak, wincing as she spat in his eye. "GAH!" he cried out as the poison sank in, stumbling backwards. The woman rolled to her feet, drawing a large boot knife. Spike held his palms against his eyes, feeding his magic into the thin membranes there, trying to wash away the biting poison. The woman took advantage of his stumbling, remaining silent and sneaking behind him. Spike's ear twitched as he heard her boot scuff against the ground, gritting his teeth as his tail formed, sweeping her legs and landing heavily on her stomach once she hit the ground. He quickly shifted back to normal, taking a few stumbling steps away from her as he finally worked the poison out of his eyes, keeping the membranes over his slitted eyes in case she had anything else up her sleeve. The woman coughed as she rolled, pushing to her feet and panting slightly. She spun the boot knife, glaring at him. "All I asked for was an explanation lady." Spike sighed. The woman refused to speak, seemingly waiting on him to make the next move. He shrugged, tucking a hand against his sword as he rushed her. The woman slashed with the knife, Spike drawing his sword to parry it away. Geez, she aimed straight for my throat...Must be one of those Hunters I was warned about...Good thing she's equipped for Vampire Hunting instead of Dragon slaying he chuckled to himself. The woman snarled smashing her fist across his face, crying out as she hit scales and stumbled backwards, clutching her hand. Spike bum rushed her, grabbing her arm and slipping around her, putting pressure on her bruised hand. The woman cried out, stomping her foot and revealing a blade in the heel of her boot. Spike stomped on the blade as she tried to stab him, pushing her arm hard against her back and forcing her to bend over to avoid breaking her arm. "Geez, do you try an shoot everyone who helps you?" "Only the freaks" she spat, crying out and dropping the wire she had been tugging out of her sleeve as Spike gave her arm a shove. "Lets talk someone more public." Spike snapped his fingers, the two appearing before Vinyl. The vampire was cradling Octavia and holding her close. "I guess she's an idiot too." Vinyl chuckled. "Think what you want freak." the woman spat. Spike grit his teeth, giving her arm a slight shove. Vinyl gulped visibly as she looked at him. Spike glanced around quickly, listening for any movement. Once satisfied that they were alone he turned his attention back to Vinyl and Octavia, pointing his clawed hand at Octavia. "How is she?" he asked. Vinyl's eyes widened for a moment, Spike realizing too late that his claws were showing. "I'm fine, thanks to Vinyl." Octavia answered quietly. Vinyl seemed to snap out of her daze at this point. "Good. I was hoping I was right about you." Spike smiled. "You're being tricked boy. AHH!" the woman cried out as Spike shoved her arm a bit further. He was getting really tired of her bullshit. "You tried to take my head off a minute ago. I'd rather you be quiet for a while." he said as calmly as he could, glancing down at Vinyl and Octavia. "Vanessa Filigree. I'm putting my trust in you, as well as the care of Miss Octavia. I can't openly assist you yet, but you have my support in this fight. Just so long as you keep her safe." Spike promised. Vinyl however didn't seem as trusting as he hoped. "What do you get outta this beast boy?" she growled. Shit, so much for hiding he let out a soft chuckle, keeping calm. "You figured it out huh? Well, its my job to keep this city safe. Big Boss isn't just an enemy to vampires like you. He's also a crime boss. The Guard aren't equipped to handle him. The sooner we take him down, the sooner everyone can go back to their lives." Spike explained And the sooner I can go back to just being a little dragon... "Oh wonderful, beasts and vampires working hand in hand." The woman grumbled. Spike sighed as he shoved her forward. It was time to shut her up. The woman spun, pistols slipping out of her sleeves and into her hands. Sweet Celestia, how many guns is she packing? Spike wondered, grunting as bullets pelted his armor, making him stumble backwards. He sighed, making a big show of dusting himself off before yanking the slugs out of his chest-plate. He wore a smirk as he watched the woman's shocked expression. "Care to waste anymore ammo?" he asked. "What the hell are you?" she demanded, shaking slightly. "Luckily for you, I'm a friend." he said, snapping his claws, teleporting himself, the woman and the vampire Dusk into a nearby van that was waiting on him. "Hi there." Firefly grinned, smashing a pistol across the woman's face and knocking her out cold. "Really?" Spike asked. Firefly shrugged, cuffing the woman and digging through her pockets. "Wow, she has quite a few goodies on her...and an ID. Rookie mistake for a seasoned Hunter. Cheerilee Sunlily. Awfully sweet name for a lady who tried to kill you." Firefly mumbled. "Hows the field suit?" she asked, patting his back. He chuckled as he sat down. "Almost as tough as my scales, and light as a feather. I'm impressed." "Well thank you sir." Firefly bowed jokingly. "So, whats with the other guy?" she asked, poking at Dusk. Spike shook his head. "Vampire, one of Big Boss' goons we've been keeping an eye on. He claims he's the one that took out Valiant Filigree." he answered, leaning over the front seat and tapping his drivers shoulder. "Take us home Twilight, we got work to do." "Sure thing boss." Twilight Velvet smiled, adjusting her cap. Spike sat back down, laying his head back against the cool metal of the van. "You okay buddy?" Firefly raised an eyebrow as the dragon glanced at her. "Yea, why?" "You're doing the eye thing again." Firefly pointed out. Spike blinked, the thin membranes over his eyes retracting. "She uh, spit some kind of poison in my eyes during the fighting." Spike explained. Firefly whistled, glancing down at Cheerilee. "You tellin' me she had you? Man, must be tough." she chuckled. "She's quick too. Might run her through the Gauntlet." Spike mused. "Didn't realize we were doing recruiting." Firefly sighed as she sat back. "Is that what you told Spitfire?" Spike asked quietly. Firefly bit her lip. "I'm getting old Spike. My trigger finger is slow, my joints don't work as well as they use to. I'm not the spring chicken I used to be." she lowered her head. "Do you want this life for her Fly?" Twilight asked softly. "Not in the slightest...but she has the skill for it. I don't have much of a choice and...she could use the pay..." Firefly mumbled. "That's right, didn't she adopt some girl?" Twilight asked. "Yea...Rainbow Dash. She doesn't stop talking about her. She really cares about that kid. Apparently she's fast enough to beat Soarin in a race." "Really? Maybe Soarin's getting old too?" Spike chuckled. "ugh...where am I?" Cheerilee mumbled, gasping as Firefly rested her foot on her back. "Welcome back sweetheart. Hows the headache?" Firefly asked. Cheerilee thrashed about, trying to get free. "Keep it up and you'll break something. Besides, we don't wanna wake the vampire now do we?" Firefly pointed to Dusk, who was still out cold. "Before you ask, no, we aren't vampires. Technically, we're Hunters. Difference is, we hunt every type of monster, human or otherwise" Firefly interrupted the possible insult hanging on the Hunters tongue. Cheerilee rolled her wrists in the cuffs that held her. "What about him? What IS he?" she nodded her head at Spike. "He's a rather...special case. And my boss." Firefly sat back, Spike remaining silent. "What are you going to do with me?" "Well, you spit in my bosses face. Normally I'd break your face for that. But no one ever really gets the chance to one-up the guy, so instead we're gonna put you to the test and see what your worth." Firefly explained. "That's enough Fly." Spike spoke up, the Skyborn falling silent. Spike breathed out slowly, smoke billowing around his face. "How long until we arrive?" "Just around the corner, Sir" Twilight answered. "Good. I'll take Dusk, you take her. I'd rather not deal with her arsenal again. I just got lucky that she was equipped for vampires." Spike sighed. The van lurched to a stop, Spike hefting the vampire over his shoulder as he hopped out the back. Firefly pulled Cheerilee to her feet, resting a pistol against her neck. "Don't try anything funny. I've been where you are and I promise you, you don't get outta this." she warned. Cheerilee seemed to accept that. Adding on the fact that all of her weapons had been removed, she didn't have much room for argument. Spike cast one last glance over his shoulder, sure that Firefly and Twilight could handle the woman as he made his way into the bunker. He dropped Dusk into a chair, several candles flickering into life. A large sigil on the floor began to glow, filling the room with a bright red light before fading away. Spike did a quick double check of the room and once satisfied he turned back to Dusk. "You can stop faking now." Spike spoke up. Dusk chuckled, shaking his head. "You, are a real piece of work. You're some kinda head honcho with these Hunter freaks o' yours. They ain't gonna cut it." Dusk spat. "I handled you solo. I'm sure my team could take on a few of you." Spike boasted. It was more of a bluff than anything else. Sure, Twilight was quite the powerful Magian, but if his sources were right, Big Boss had plenty of Anti-Magian gear. Firefly was his Military expert and rather skilled in many different types of weaponry, which could come in handy, but she had made a valid point. As much as Spike hated to admit it, his Skyborn friend was getting old. He didn't like the idea of trading her in for a newer fresher model, but it was her decision and he'd be happy to see her escape the fate of many of the Knights. "Please, two old ladies and some Dragon fucker? That's all you've got? Big Boss is gonna make mince meat outta your scaly ass." Dusk laughed. "Well, if he's that strong, you might as well tell me where he is. Unless he's too chicken shit to show his face." Spike spat. Dusk grit his teeth, crying out as the sigil activated under him, red sparks dancing across his body. Spike waited until the magic faded, a bit of smoke rising from Dusk as he panted and gripped the chair. "Well?" Spike asked, raising an eyebrow. Dusk's only answer was to spit on his shoes. The dragon shrugged as he turned away. "Alright then, enjoy your stay in hell. I tried doin' this the nice way." Spike sighed, stepping outside of the room and slamming the door shut. "All yours Twilight." Spike murmured, the Magian heading into the room. The screams of a regretful vampire followed him as he walked down the hall.
Breakfast"Mmmnn..." he groaned and rolled onto his side, pulling his blanket over his head against the invading sunlight. His one day to himself and it was starting like this? "Just go back to bed..." he mumbled, too tired to care about anything else. "I'd love to, but then breakfast would get cold," a gentle voice spoke from beside him. His eyes shot open to the sight of her in his bed. He yelped and scrambled backwards, tangled within the blankets. A giggle as soft as clouds filled the air as he pulled himself free and into a standing position. "W-Why are you here?" he stammered "Can I not visit my favorite dragon?" Morigan asked innocently as she sat up in his bed. He gulped as his eyes roamed her body. The woman was clothed in only an oversized T-shirt and as she moved he could swear he spotted just the faintest glimpse of her panties. Purple Stripes... He turned his gaze away and cleared his throat. "A-Aren't I the ONLY dragon?" he pointed out. "Doesn't make you any less my favorite," she winked, her shirt slipping from her shoulder slightly. "You mentioned breakfast?" Spike quickly tried to shift the conversation. Morigan nodded and pointed to a nearby table stacked with pancakes, eggs, bacon, and hash-browns. Spike felt his stomach grumble loudly and let out a nervous chuckle. "Traitor," he mumbled under his breath. Morigan giggled again and crawled towards him, placing a hand under his chin. "You have the day off, right?" she murmured. He gulped and gave a gentle nod, suddenly aware he was only wearing a pair of boxers. "T-Though I owe a sparring session! I should really hurry to it!" Spike beamed nervously and let his eyes shift towards the door. Morigan pouted and leaned towards him, practically face to face. She planted the lightest of kisses against the tip of his nose. "Hurry along then. But you aren't escaping me that easily Spike," she murmured, sliding off his bed and snatching up one of the plates. She fell into an armchair and calmly began to eat. Spike claimed a pair of jeans to cover himself with before taking the other plate and leaning against his bed. He let the smells surround him for a moment longer before digging in He supposed that life could be worse.
