The Fallen Slayer {1}

The Weight Of The World

Spike rolled his eyes.

He didn't buy it.

"I mean...she's still Buffy, somewhere in there, right?"

"Spike..." Xander warned him before groaning "Come on we're not gonna get Elena back by sittin' here."

Xander turned to Bonnie hoping for her to have the answers, but the Bennett witch quickly shook her head "I can't do a locator spell, not only are Buffy and Elena not related by blood but Glory most probably has hundreds of spells clocking her by now." Sighing, Bonnie exhaled deeply, running a hand through her hair as she tried to think "Even with Mary's book, there's not much I can do about finding Elena."


"We should move her." Willow whispered hesitantly, her eyes glued to Buffy's unmoving form "Unless we shouldn't. Should we?" She asked glancing at Stefan.

Stefan shrugged, to be honest, he had no idea what to do here, he could barely process anything right now other than the fact that Buffy was suffering "I don't know."

"It might make it worse." Anya pointed out nervously "I think I read that somewhere."

Xander frowned before throwing up his arms in annoyance and frustration, the one person that would know what to do was the person that needed their help.

Buffy was always the one that figured everything out.

They needed her back.

"I am so large with the not knowing."

Unlike the rest of the young adults, Giles was starting to realize what had happened. Rubbing his jaw, he inhaled tightly before allowing his concerned eyes to drift back over to Buffy "You need to understand this, losing Elena, after all, that Buffy's been through...her mind was already damaged but this...it's pushed her too far into a sort of catatonia."

"You don't need a diploma to see that. Snap her out of it." Spike snapped before attempting to move toward Buffy only to find himself pinned to the wall.


Surprisingly not by Damon, but by Stefan who was growing in anger and rage as he held Spike by the throat.

Every part of him wanted to rip Spike's heart from his chest.

"Don't touch her." Stefan hissed.

"Girl's imbued with Slayer strength, hardly time to get dainty now—" Before Spike could finish his words Stefan shocked everyone in the room by punching Spike in the face sending him crashing to the ground.

The room went deathly silent.


For most of them, they had only seen calm, polite, and collected Stefan. They had never seen the rage and fury that was beneath the surface, especially when it came to his protectiveness for Buffy.

He was normally so reasonable and in control, but when it came to Buffy he was very capable of going over the edge to keep her safe.


Bonnie couldn't help but sigh, she knew that the prospect of losing Buffy and Elena who he had grown to think of as one of his closest friends was pushing him over the edge.

For Stefan, the edge was far too dangerous.

If he went too far then it wouldn't be long till his Ripper side was back.

In an attempt to intervene before Spike and Stefan could kill each other, Bonnie raised her hand toward Spike, boiling his brain.


Suddenly the youngest vampire in the room crashed back down onto his knees crying in agony. Spike could do nothing but clutch his head in agony as the blood vessels in his brain popped over and over again.

Once she was sure he had suffered enough, Bonnie released him watching him crash face-first into the ground.

"Bloody hell." Spike mumbled as he looked up and spat the blood from his mouth "You're all wasting time...when all's said and done Slayer's like it rough so—"

Spike was sent whaling across the room as Damon's boot connected with his face.


Clearly, Spike had not gathered yet that every time he opened his mouth the other vampires grew closer to killing him.

As both Stefan and Damon move toward the battered Spike prepared to finally end him, they found themselves unable to move.