Spike flew over the gravestones, the night filling his senses. He had found and destroyed every vampire nest that did not accept him as their new Master. He had fed heavily that night; the purloined blood of several minor vampire families now lay in his undead veins. Their thoughts and desires pounded through his brain. He ran to escape them.

He ran toward Angelus whom he saw in his mind´s eye, stalking Drusilla´s killer.

He halted in the centre of the graveyard and saw Buffy battling with some of his newly acquired minions. They were not bad fighters he mused… However, Murphy´s Law demanded their inevitable destruction.

Spike grinned and leapt over the Slayer, his duster swirled around her head blinding her. He landed softly and then lightning fast avoided her upswept stake. He kept his face human as he broke her wrist savouring her shocked gasp and the sight of bone glistening through the flesh of her arm. He brought the splintered end of the bone to his lips and worried at it with his fangs. Buffy screamed and the acrid scent of ammonia filled his nostrils. Spike smiled as he wrenched Buffy´s shoulder out of its socket.

She fell to her knees, barely breathing, and cast a pleading look up at Spike.

Spike stooped to hold her useless hand delicately and then pressed her knuckles to his lips in a courtly kiss. "Good night sweet Slayer…" He uttered viciously.

His other hand punched into her chest and parted her rib cage. He curled his fingers round her frantically beating heart.

Buffy stared down at his hand in her body, her blood spilling over his wrist like a waterfall…Her eyes blinked twice as Spike slowly withdrew his hand holding her heart. She fell away. Blood vessels seeped sluggishly trying to find a chamber to fill.

Spike drained the heart of the fear-filled vintage Slayer blood, using an artery like a straw. He squeezed the last drop from the redundant organ and then discarded it over his left shoulder.

Angelus roared. Another life sped away from him, this time on heavenly wings. "Buffy…" He gasped mournfully. He turned and ran swiftly past the brightly lit shops and pulsing humanity to where his love lay bleeding. He needed to bid her farewell before the night claimed her forever.

Spike pounded on Willow´s door.

She opened it and saw Spike´s distressed tear-stained face and blood soaked clothes. "Spike… What´s happened?"

"It´s Buffy, she needs help Willow. Can you come?"

Willow nodded, grabbing her coat. She deadlocked the door and followed Spike to the graveyard.

Giles replenished Xander´s coffee cup; books surrounded them on three sides.

Xander nodded his thanks and swallowed a gulp quickly. He slapped the text with his hand. "Found it!"

Giles read over Xander´s shoulder and felt cold dread grip his heart. The passage told of a Victorian vampire, who had spared a victim, to harvest her descendant and thus rule the living and undead world.

"Spike!" Giles gasped, "My God, he´s not preventing the prophecy! He IS the prophecy; he´s making it happen." Giles sank bonelessly to his sofa.

"Giles…G Man! He killed Drusilla, what if she didn´t want to kill Buffy, but saw that he wanted to…"

The haunted look of desperation on the Watcher´s face turned to one of grim determination. "Not while I draw breath! C´mon!"

Hushed darkness shrouded the graveyard as Angelus crossed its boundary. No breath of wind stirred the stark, brittle tree branches it was as if the World mourned.

His vision blurred as he saw her frail figure lying empty and broken on the hallowed earth. Her name caught in his throat as he fought past the soul-sized boulder of despair in his heart. He took a step nearer and her unspoiled face filled his vision.

A little way off he saw an oval organ and wept as he realised what it was. He knelt and cradled her heart carefully, in his palm, the last traces of warmth leeched into his body and he howled into the night.

His voice came back to him, echoed from the many mausoleums. He clamped a hand over his mouth and his fangs sliced his fingers. To announce the Slayer´s death would be to condemn Sunnydale to an endless nightmare existence. He shuffled forward and held Buffy in a lover´s embrace for a final time.

He didn´t hear his childe and Willow approach…

Spike marched up to Angelus and shoved him away from Buffy. Willow stared as the lifeless body of the Slayer fell to the ground.

Angel held Buffy´s heart in his hand…

Angel had blood on his lips…

Angelus!

Willow screamed. Her scream brought Xander and Giles running into view in time to see the final battle between Spike and his Sire.

Angelus launched himself at Spike. His anger and sorrow fuelled his lunge and he didn´t expect Spike´s stake. He hung frozen, inches from his childe´s face. The stake hadn´t struck true but it was still painful.

Spike pasted a gleeful smile on his face. "I killed them both… I´ll kill them all" He whispered harshly in Angel´s ear.

"Giles will stop you…" Angel glared at Spike, then gasped as the stake was withdrawn and found its target.

"He can try…" Spike announced to the dusty face that lingered for precious seconds before falling to the earth over Buffy´s cold corpse.

End part 4

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