Eye of Eleos Chapter 71/
Episode The Zeppo (written by Dan Vebber) also some events from FFL (written by Douglas Petrie) are eluded to. Keep in mind that ghostly Spike can only see things that Buffy would be able to see or going on close to her physically because he’s attached to her. Many events in the episode The Zeppo that happened to Xander took place out of Buffy’s sight so Spike wouldn’t have seen them. This includes Xander’s tryst with Faith.
Chapter 71
Spike had watched the gaggle of Gits frantically fighting off some members of the Sisterhood of Jhe. “Bloody stupid cult. Lookin’ to bring an end to the world. Never understood what those types of mental midgets think to get out of actually pullin’ off their plans.”
In the process, Harris had been knocked out cold. “Gotta give it to the boy. He can be plucky. No real skill but game to give it a go.”
Seemed the Scooby team had seen Xander as the weakest link as well because to Spike’s surprise they were letting the boy know in no uncertain terms that he was not to help with this particular battle. ‘Not even havin’ him go on a donut run. Pretty hard on the blighter not bein’ part of the team.’
It was strange watching the group without the boy being in the thick of things. No bad and inappropriate jokes. No heavy carb food runs. No unintentional asides that led to unexpected insights either.
‘So Harris is sidelined and Angel moves to the center. Surprised the Watcher lets him anywhere near him after what he did to his lady.’
Watching the Watcher was illuminating. ‘Seems the old man has sources beyond the Council and those half-accurate at best books.’ Spike watched Giles throw the last of those tomes on the pile of other rejected resources. All he’d managed to get from them was the identity of the demons they had been fighting and that group’s ultimate goal. Nothing about how to defeat them or any non-vague prophecy that might help.
‘Looks like Rupes has some connections in the demon underground,’ Spike smirked watching Giles turn to magic and demon contacts in a futile attempt to find a way to save the day once again.
In the end, the Slayer and her team, less the boy, saved the day. Angel contributed his muscle. And Spike felt like bleaching his eyes after watching the great git and Buffy playing their tragic lovers games pre-battle.
Buffy was worried about her poor “fragile” former lover. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Let me decide for you.”
“Sure, you’re good at that, Poof! Make all the girls decisions for her just like you always do for everyone around you. The great all-knowing Angelus must be in charge. Arrogance enough to challenge Gods there,” Spike sneered.
Buffy was in tears and wasn’t that the normal state of things during that train-wreck of a relationship! “I can’t watch you die again,” she cried and snuggled even closer.
“I’m not ready to lose you,” Angel replied.
“Poor Buffy missin’ out on how even that’s all about him. Not upset about the loss of his girl just HIM not being ready to lose her. Everything revolves around the great Angel, always has and always will.”
Spike had never been happier to see Xander in his life as the boy burst in on the overwrought scene breaking the couple apart and returning them to the mission at hand.
Spike managed to see what the gang didn’t as he noted that Xander played a part in the battle even as he’d been sidelined officially. ‘No idea what all those Zombies were about but the boy did a fine job of keeping their bomb from making things worse. Good on him! Goes to show that even one person, even a complete Wanker, can make a difference ‘specially if it’s for the right reasons. Help save the whole bloody world.’
That was one of the many things that Spike loved about his girl. She had a heart big enough to love all her ragtag bunch of misfit toys. She forgave and forgave even when she shouldn’t. “Her kindness and caring make her glow. Light so bright a bloke wouldn’t miss the sunlight. She burns in a way that makes me feel alive. Burns away all the bad, all the desire to do evil just to be in her presence.”
He wished she could be there with him so he could tell her how she touched him, changed him. ‘Wasted my time chasing Dru, tellin’ myself that was a proper kind of love. If I’d stayed in Sunnydale I’d be with Buffy now.’
Then he thought about all that led him to Rupert’s flat and the spell that had seemed to have given him all he could have dreamed of and more and put aside the ‘what-if’s’ and was just grateful that it all had led him to this point.
***
Buffy was proud of Spike as he drove southward. ‘Not a drunken mess,’ she cheered. He was a man on a mission. A failed one, she knew, but not broken this time. ‘Glad he had mom to help him stop wallowing.’
His talks with her mother seemed to have ignited his self-esteem at least a bit. No more a groveling, desperate, spurned lover grasping for crumbs, settling for whatever he could get. Spike seemed to finally realize that Dru would either take him back on his terms or that it was time for a clean and final break.
“Poor poodle can’t help but what she is. A century and no change! Bein’ with her daddy again only set her back to the beginnin’ Take another century just to get where we were.” He lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly as he thought. It had been lowering catching her romancing a Chaos demon with its dripping antlers and playboy attitude. The shock had sent him reeling back to Sunnydale in a drunken quest to find some way to win back her devotion. “Such as it is,” he admitted.
“Loves me. Know she does. Just not enough. Not enough for either of us,” he closed his eyes in sorrow. “Never gonna be happy. Daddy saw to that. Still need to be sure she’s not willin’ to at least give it a go with the same goal this time.”
Once more Spike regretted not sending the great Poof back to the hell that had inexplicably spit him back out. “Gonna do the same with the Slayer as he did to Dru before he’s done.” He was surprised at how much that idea bothered him.
His ghostly passenger had to agree. Buffy knew how Angel’s manipulative games that last year had taken a toll on her teenage self. She felt guilty for years even after the spell thrust her into the past. Situation after situation had layered more guilt on her until she had nearly broken.
Trying to be what Angel told her to be, want what he insisted she want, had only led to the heartbreak of Parker. Instead of a simple one-night-stand that could be seen as a learning experience, it became proof of her failures all over again.
She had her litany of “facts” that became her private gospel. She had caused Angel to lose his soul. She had been too much of a temptation for him to be able to stay and help. She should desire a normal life. Angel left her with so many false narratives that led her to make blunder after blunder and come out of them feeling diminished; a failure.
The others had their expectations too a lot of them echoing Angels. She also got the message from Giles and the gang that they also lost trust in her for unleashing Angelus. They never talked about it but Buffy had internalized it all. She had been too young and immature to look at it from a proper perspective. Been too afraid to examine what she might actually want with her own life. ‘Kind of like the same place Spike was but I didn’t talk to mom like he did.’
‘If this spell hadn’t happened, I’d probably just keep spiraling down. Who knows when or if I’d ever have seen things clearly, been able to move on to something healthy.’
Spike shifted gears and continued his journey back to Dru. “Gonna tell Dru what I need for a change. What I expect, what I’ll stand for. Bloody tired of makin’ myself what she wants… or tryin. Problem is I can’t be Angelus. Never liked the pre-game. Give me fists and fangs and a brilliant brawl. Feed when hungry and enjoy the good and beautiful in life. Not ashamed... evil vampire here, no plans to shove a white hat on my head. But, not a rapin’, torturin’, Hollywood cliche either.”
He made a sharp turn away from the coast leaving the Baja Pennensula heading into Sonora. He had a lot of miles and countries to get through before he could face off with his Sire, providing she hadn’t moved on again.
‘Probably still somewhere in Brazil.” The combinations of cultures drew her. The active demon life in many of the coastal cities just added to the allure. “Rudolph the Drippy Reindeer wasn’t the first. Wouldn’t be the last either.” Practitioners of Macumba often were drawn to Dru because of her sight so she had plenty of human potential lovers too. ‘Regular buffet of gits sniffin’ after her.’
Spike knew it wasn’t that Dru found him unattractive. William might have had no confidence in his ability to draw women but Spike had used his charms and allure successfully for decades when luring the lovelies to their doom. Could have filled his bed any day too with little effort. “Not some lame Nancy vamp either like those books the birds swoon over. Makes it easier to hunt though. Line up offerin’ their necks hopin’ for some undead lovin’,” he laughed. “Gotta be a vamp publishin’ that rot. Nothin’ romantic about fangs drainin’ ya. That way leads to the big death, not the happy little ones.”
Buffy had to agree. She thought about the kids at that club that Ford lured her to in order to make a gift of her to Spike. “Good thing he DID love Dru. Gave the whole plan up to save her from my stake.”
“Be my own man, not some second-string daddy. If that’s not good enough for her, then time to move on,” Spike’s eyes teared up because deep in his heart he knew how it was going to go. “Past time.”
As happy as Buffy was to know that Spike had moved on from Dru in the world she came from she understood the pain of letting go of the dream that only first love seemed to inspire… even in a vampire. Spike would still be hurt.
“Glad the little witch didn’t do a spell. Love’s not love if it ain’t real. Had enough pretend to last eternity.” Spike firmed his jaw. “Never really gave an ultimatum and mean it before. Maybe it’ll scare my dark dove into seein’ what she has to lose.”
***
Spike pulled over somewhere in Honduras in the shelter of a grove of ceiba and slept deeply.
Buffy watched him and smiled fondly as she noted that even asleep he still drew the occasional unnecessary breath.
She reached out her ghostly hand and itched to run her fingers in his sleep tousled curls. Her vampire really was a pretty man, all hard edges and tight muscles yet still bits of softness like those curls and his so kissable lips. His expression melted to softness too more often than he’d care to know. Eyes that melted with emotion. Just like his personality, he was a contradiction in terms. Hard but soft inside and out. She’s figured that out early on in their acquaintance.
Buffy let out a puff of laughter. “God when DID I start to love you?” At this point it seemed like forever yet Buffy remembered well how far from even fondness she had felt before the spell.
She’d been with Spike now since his childhood and had come to know him better than any person she’d ever thought she knew. She’d appreciated William and had seen the many ways his being turned hadn’t altered the core of him.
William had been a caregiver, eager to please those he loved. Spike had continued in that same vein.
He’d never stopped loving his mother or seeing to the welfare of his people. Even now he kept an eye on his father’s legacy, making certain that the extended family continued to prosper. He had a strong sense of responsibility and honor that stayed even if it took on a different look in some ways once he took on the demon.
She remembered how Spike was perhaps TOO responsible in his care for Dru. Letting her walk all over his heart over and over.
His sense of honor showed in how he only fought to the death in his encounters with Slayers when he felt it was an even battle.
“I knew on some level about that honor code of his or I never would have trusted the truce, never let him in my house where my mom was so vulnerable. Always knew he wasn’t going to sneak in to kill her in her sleep. I knew he’d keep his word when he gave it.” She shook her head as she considered how different it would have been with Angelus. There was no honor there, nothing to trust. Even with the soul, he could be as twisty as a snake in the pursuit of his own ends.
She smiled at her subconscious wisdom that had known there was no reason to disinvite Spike once the truce had ended.
“Oh yeah, no sugar coating it. You’re NOT a saint or poster boy for fluffy puppies,” she quirked a brow and smiled down at the sleeping vampire. “I saw tons of awful too. Blood and violence enough for any six vampires. Guess I finally had to start seeing that reality. You are a vampire, not a human and I can’t fairly judge you by human standards. That blood lust and need for violence is as much a part of you as the caring and honor.
Maybe seeing all the evil first hand had shown her how he had grown, changed over the years. Once out from under the tutelage of Angelus he seemed to listen to his better instincts more often than not, usually trying to err on the side of love. With no one and nothing to guide him but those core traits, he was often finding himself on a path that tended towards the light or at least love. He’d been on a long journey towards being a better man even with stumbles and falls.
She let her mind go over all she’d seen and learned as she pondered the lessons and insights she eventually matured enough to process.
“You were never Angelus though, much as he tried to make you into a 2.0 version of himself. Not the Master who shook off all his human bits either. You were no Lothos who preyed on brand new Slayers and basically murdered them before they could fight you fairly. No, not a saint but not a devil either usually.”
Buffy wondered not for the first time about the influence of nature versus nurture. “Probably just like the whole black and white thing… it’s not that simple. Most likely it’s a bit of both. William was a sweet, loving, good guy even if a bit socially inept. Considering how much of him stuck around after turning, maybe a different sire, different vampire family, you’d never have had all the harder edges develop. Maybe you’d be more like the Spike you are now but earlier on.”
She’d seen it when he was on his own. Seen that he didn’t seek out orphanages or massacres. Saw him drawn to humans, especially those who created things of beauty, never wanting to destroy them or make a meal of them. Watched him build his armor, create his persona first as a street thug then settling into the punk he still favored. An image that proclaimed, “Big bad here, don’t fuck with me.”
He’d tried so hard to win Angelus’ approval and Dru’s love. His worst acts had always been in service to those goals.
“Maybe if he’d had a mentor like he was to Sam Lawson he could have left fewer bodies in his wake.”
She grinned, “Of course he’d always be up for a good brawl. He loves to fight as much as I do. That’s the nature part.”
“Maybe if I hadn’t seen all the human evil in the world over the years I’d be less forgiving,” she considered. Demons had no corner on the evil market, on slaughter, rape, perversion, and every other sin laid at the door of demonkind alone. Humans were quite efficient and cold-blooded killing machines themselves.
“It’s not about demons versus humans. Evil’s out there, even with souled humans. Maybe that makes it worse in a way because they should have an easier time making the right choices. Empathy should come easier with a soul.”
Even so, she’d seen Spike make right choices, show empathy even if limited to those he liked or admired (or pitied a time or two). It had nothing to do with a soul.
Buffy remembered a sermon from a rare childhood Sunday at church with her grandparents. The preacher had talked about sin nature and that being the cause of all the badness in people. He’d said that everyone had a sin nature. Buffy didn’t think that really explained it, at least not completely. Sure everyone had failings. Had things they found tempting, at times too tempting. But that didn’t explain murder or rape or some of the other truly bad things humans did. “Everyone might have that whole sin nature thing but not everyone goes that deep into the dark.” No, that didn’t explain many of the horrors she’d seen. Evil did though and it came in human form as well as demon.
“If I hadn’t been so blind, I would have seen that before the spell.” She’d seen humans doing terrible things. She’d met innocuous and even peaceful demons. Still, she’d clung to the simple answers. “Guess I needed a century to work things out. Still working them out really.”
Not all demons were alike either. They were individuals, just like humans. They had that ability to fall to temptation, go to the dark but it wasn’t a given. Those without much in the whole thinking area might be a different thing but those demons who did think, feel… well they were not all the same at all.
Buffy considered what would have been the likely response of an unsouled Angelus if he’d been chipped as Spike had been.
“It wouldn’t have stopped Angelus. He might have come to us, but only to set us up for attack.” So many ways to torture or kill us all even with a chip. “Spike chose to change with the circumstances. He’s smart enough to know how to poison us or bully some minion into killing for him. Clearly, he didn’t want us dead.”
Once again he’d rolled with the punches and reinvented himself. Once more he chose the path leading to light not dark.
Loving Spike was so different from loving Angel. She’d loved the IDEA of Angel without really knowing him. The older, mysterious guy who knew just when to give and when to withhold. The romantic cock and bull story about how he was unique because of the soul and was there to help her. “Funny! Angel started off telling me he was there to help me but hardly ever did. Spike’s first statement was that he was there to kill me and he never managed to try hard enough.” She laughed.
She came to love Spike because she DID know him. The bad and the good, the core of him that defined who he truly was, that transcended mere actions and bad choices. The same core that defined William also defined Spike.
She looked at her sleeping vampire with tenderness. “Yeah, I’ve seen all your changes. I love you because I KNOW you, the good and bad. I know you have it in you to be a good man, MY good man.
***
Spike had managed to track Dru down eventually. Between plenty of signature massacres and a string of lovelorn demons left in her wake, it hadn’t been too difficult. “Better hope she takes me back. Needs someone to keep her from goin’ off rilin’ up the natives with her lack of self-control.”
When he found her she was in Salvador on the Brazilian coast. Sao Salvador da Bahia de Todos os Santos in its full name was the capital of the state of Bahia and quite lovely. So far Dru hadn’t slaughtered the locals but did seem to be on the lookout for a new bed partner. ‘Guess Mr. Slimy Antlers wore out his welcome.’
He’d found Dru trying to coax a young man to his doom outside a rodizio. ‘Fella has no idea that he’s the steak she has in mind.’
“Hello, pet. Did you miss me?”
Dru growled as her prey was released from the thrall and high tailed it out of the alcove and away from the fangs she had only just displayed.
“Spike. I thought you ‘ad finally found your proper nest,” Dru smiled wanly. “Mummy ‘as been ever so busy playing with all the lovely new dollies and dancing with moonbeams.’
“Saw the wake you left. Gonna get another disaster like Prague if you don’t pull in the reins a bit, luv.”
Dru giggled. “Not many Priests for a Catholic country, my Spike. ‘ere there’s plenty of Candomble and Macumba but they respect me. Like a living goddess I am.”
“Even those that understand the supernatural can only take so much blood, Dru. Best keep that in mind.”
“Did you come all this way to spoil all my fun?”
“No sweetheart, came all this way to try to set things right between us. Not goin’ back to bein’ your lapdog. You don’t respect me that way. Best to be partners and all equal like.”
Dru whined. “But I like my vicious doggie.”
“Need more than you likin’ me and treatin’ me like a pet you can scold or treat as it pleases you. Need to know that I matter, that I’m not just some place-holder for your blasted daddy.”
“You betrayed daddy, naughty boy. Should be punished.” Dru brightened. “Is that why you’re back? Did you come so that mummy could properly punish you for being a bad dog?”
“Not as such.” Spike reached around his neck and scratched at his nape. “No… not at all. Not sorry for what I did. Told you and told you that your precious daddy was about to bugger up the whole bloody world. You wouldn’t have liked the end result. Did what I had to so as to keep you safe.”
Dru seemed to lose her hostility. “We’ll go ‘ome and talk a bit before the sun comes. My Spike is weary from the journey,” she took his hand and led him to her lair.
They did talk and Spike laid out what he expected and Dru listened, being in one of her more lucid periods. ‘Maybe all that blood’s done her some good after all.’
She didn’t argue but didn’t agree either.
When Spike woke at sundown Dru was gone. He suspected she was out to complete the hunt he’d interrupted the night before.
“Might slip out for a bit myself,” he decided.
***
Having played catch and release with three separate tourists Spike was sated and eager to return to the hotel room and Dru. Maybe he’d gotten through to her after all this time! Maybe all it took was standing his ground and demanding respect.
That hope was dashed as he walked in on Dru writhing under the most disgusting demon he’d ever seen. Three-eyed, pink leathery skin, two small curved horns, and a back coated in slime. “A bloody Fungus demon!!! God, Dru I thought you couldn’t go lower than that Santa reject of a herd animal but this is thousands of times worse!” The fungus oozed as the demon reacted to the insult dripping the green mess onto the blanket.
“A girl has to ‘ave ‘er pleasures, Spike.”
“Guess I got my answer then,” he closed his eyes and let out a pained growl.
Dru looked directly at GhostBuffy as Spike began to throw his few belongings into the bag he’d barely unpacked the night before. “Sending ‘im back to you, sunshine. Time passed too quickly. My pretty Knight was meant for the deadly sun, not broken dollies whot can’t play nice even if they wish they could,” she whispered. “Treat ‘im well and ‘e will be all you could want. Made just for you, the Pixies planned it all.”
Spike was too busy talking to himself and fuming in disgust to hear her quiet words but Buffy did. She nodded to Dru in understanding and gratitude.
“...too bloody broken to know what’s good for you,” Spike continued his monologue. “Not comin’ back this time, poodle. I go out that door and it’s the last time.”
He looked at Dru, still dripped with slime and with a wistful look on her face. “Never wish you less than well. You need to find somethin’ better than that,” he pointed to the scowling Fungus demon. “Somethin’ or someone who’ll care ‘bout more than ticklin’ your fancy. Someone who’ll keep you from walking… no runnin’ into disaster.” He grabbed his bag and tenderly ran a finger down Dru’s cheek as in farewell. “I mean it love, please take care. Hate to think of a world without you in it.”
And he was gone.
***
Spike drove non-stop to Caracas before formulating even a tiny plan. He’d thought about just returning to Sunnydale but didn’t want to face Angel again at this point. ‘Too tempting to just dust the Wanker for all the damage he’s done.’
Instead, he put his baby in storage and took passage on a boat that led to Puerto Rico and to points north. The whole way gave him time to think about his plans. His whole unlife had revolved around loving and caring for Dru. Now the slate was clean.
Joyce had said he needed to be who he truly was, act according to his own values, and live the life that gave him joy not worrying about pleasing his mad sire. “But who am I if I’m not love’s bitch?”
What he needed, he decided, was a purpose. “Sam knew that from the start.” Need to figure out what DID make him happy and how to shape a life that offered it. “Maybe Sam can give me a hand in figuring it all out. Wonder where he landed since I heard from him last?”
“Got no plan to go off soldiering but the lad had a good head on his shoulders and knew how to make a life for himself without needing someone else to define him. Could have a worse sounding board.”
***
Turned out Sam Lawson was still fighting the good fight. This time it was the Balkan wars and Kosovo that had drawn him into the fray.
“Not a soldier in someone else’s war, mate,” Spike replied when Sam suggested that he’d been perfectly happy going from warzone to warzone and feasting on the “enemy”.
“Saw what happened to my da. Never the same after he came back from Crimea. See blokes on street corners all over America still sufferin’ from what they did, what they saw. Hell… saw plenty during the big wars, you remember that!” Sam nodded and shuddered at the memory of some of the more horrific deeds he’d witnessed, all done by humans too.
“Just no stomach for it. No dog in the game like you’ve got. Regular Captain America you are, patriot to the bone. Me? I’m a man without a country. Hell, not even a man really. Was a Brit, but haven’t been back in a dog’s age. Not bloody fond of the ones runnin’ the show at the moment, not enough to care about their political games at least.”
“So…” Sam took a deep drink of his beer. “What makes you happy?”
Spike shrugged and looked sheepish, “You know me.”
“Aside from playing knight to your lady that is.”
“No lady now to play any role for.”
“Come on, Spike. You have more interests than that. We did a fair amount of wandering without Dru back in the day.”
“Well, there’s dog races…”
Sam sputtered and laughed loud enough that it drew attention.
“Can’t see that becoming an eternal pursuit. Come on, Captain, you’ve got more interests than any other vampire I’ve met since Angel turned me. Think.”
“Always did love things of beauty. No talent for makin’ it though.”
“What was your last quest? Something that really took hold, drove your engines?”
Spike thought about it. “I suppose lookin’ for the cure for Dru. Lots of research, lots of legends to sniff out, prophecies and the like. Finally found it, got her strong and as healthy as she’s ever gonna be.”
“Aside from the worry, did you enjoy the hunt for the cure?”
“Yeah. Always did like research back in school.”
“Why not pick out a legend that strikes your fancy, follow it, and see where it leads?”
“Look for my sword in a stone, get all Kingly,” Spike joked.
“If that floats your boat sure but my guess is it’ll be something more impossible. You can be the Don Quixote of the vampire world, Captain,” Sam slapped his shoulder then ordered another round.
***
Buffy followed Spike as he wandered through the Mediterranian countries listening to legend after legend looking for something to capture his interest.
Finally in a small cafe near the Alhambra in Grenada Spain Spike’s ears perked up. A pair of vampires in a demon bar were laughing about a sect of vampires in the tenth century who had all searched the globe for some shiny bit that would make a vampire invincible even able to walk in the sun.
‘Be nice to be out in daylight. Not have to worry about close encounters with wood.’
“Wouldn’t catch me wasting my time like that,” a pockmarked vampire chortled. “Pretty invincible like I am. Just give me a juicy neck and a cozy nest and I’m satisfied.”
Spike casually ripped his head off his shoulders out of principle, “Can’t stand vampires with no ambition beyond their belly. Give us all a bad name.”
The others sat, mouths agape, and hoped this interloper had his fill of violence.
“So, wanna tell a tourist about this bauble that bunch of losers never found?”
***
Buffy watched Spike as he poured over the ancient book one of the low-life vampires had suggested. Relato de la Vida y Aventuras de Alonso de Vasco, Conde de Amara was emblazoned on the cover.
Buffy was pleased that Spike continued his habit of talking out loud to himself.
“True story of the life and times of Alonso de Vasco, count of Amara as faithfully recorded by his mistress, Lucia Ruiz y Ortiz” He gave a wicked grin. “Well, it’s likely a rousing read even if it turns out to be utter rot.”
A/N:
Ceiba trees
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ceiba
Candomble
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Candombl%C3%A9
Macumba
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macumba
Fungus demon visual (or… really, Dru? Proving that madness there!) https://buffy.fandom.com/wiki/Fungus_demon
The demon was mentioned in one line (“She left him for a fungus demon. It’s all he talks about some days.”) Harmony Line in Harsh Light of Day. It is also featured in the comic Spike and Dru: Who Made Who?
Salvador, Brazil
https://www.fodors.com/world/south-america/brazil/salvador-and-the-bahia-coast/experiences/news/forget-rio-explore-one-of-brazils-most-underrated-cities
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ML9xuUhCBJc&feature=youtu.be
Kosovo war
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kosovo_War
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WiL7axqSXY&feature=youtu.be
Alhambra
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alhambra
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zHkAowMKrU&feature=youtu.be