Disclaimer: I don't own Spike, Angelus, Darla or Drusilla (or any other Buffy or Angel characters). They belong to Joss Whedon etc.
Notes: Katrina and Roger are my own creations, as is the story, so please don't copy any of them. This is my first attempt at writing fanfic outside of the Pern writing clubs I belong to so I'm sorry if it's a load of rubbish. I know Spike doesn't usually act like this but I'm just brining out a new side in him ~lol~
Location: Victorian England
Spike breathed in the country air. Life in the reign of Queen Victoria was great! He dismounted from his horse and walked up the drive to Ainscourt Manor. Dressed in his best attire, Spike entered the house. He heard the strains of music floating through the air as he made his way towards the ball room. An orchestra was playing as people in a range of bright colours danced around the room. Dru would have loved it, if she hadn't gone on that damned 'European Tour' with Angelus and Darla.
However, above all the noises of jollity, Spike's vampire senses allowed him to hear quiet screams from the many rooms above. His sense of curiosity overwhelmed him and he felt compelled to find out what was happening. Quietly, he stole up the stairs, heading in the direction of the screams. Abruptly, they stopped. As he was about to turn an join the party, Spike heard a door creak open. he melted into the darkness, not wishing to be seen. A tall, lithe form of a girl limped down the stairs; crying. He followed her down the stairs and lower still down into the kitchen, where she let herself out through the kitchen door into the gardens.
A breeze whispered around his face as he stepped through the door after waiting for the girl to go around the corner, into the maze. He twisted left and right, guided only by the barely visible footprints of the weeping girl until he reached the centre of the maze. There she sat, crying, on a stone bench. Silently, he crept up to her until he was almost standing next to her.
"Why are you crying on such a beautiful night like this?" he whispered/
**Okay. So that was an extremely idiotic thing to say** Spike thought to himself. He looked at her again and saw she was straightening her dress and tying to look as if she hadn't been crying mere seconds ago.
"I'm..I'm not crying," she said harshly, then added, "Sir."
He moved closer. He had not realised how beautiful she was. That dark brown hair, her pale skin, and those eyes. He felt as if he could drown in their dark brown depths. He took a deep breath and asked, "Call me Spike. What's your name?"
"Katrina," came the simple reply.
He smiled. She smiled back, but again burst into tears. Spike felt the uncommon emotions of pity and sadness for this girl. At a loss for words, the vampire walked towards her and enveloped her in his arms. As his hands touched the back of her dress, Katrina gasped in pain. Something warm trickled through Spike's fingers and he drew his hands back so he couple see them, as a tangy iron smell registered in his brain. He was shocked to find his hands were covered in blood. Her blood. A dark anger welled up inside him as he growled through his pointed teeth.
"Who did this to you?"
Her eyes were still cast downwards as she muttered, "my father, the butler. I spilt soup down my uniform and was beaten for my mistake."
Spike lost control of his anger and growled. How could a father beat his child so viciously for a simple mistake? Katrina looked up, about to say something, when Spike saw her eyes fill with fear and her lips tremble. It took him a few minutes for him to realise the he had gone into full vampire face. She stepped away from him.
He smiled kindly at her and whispered, "I won't bite you unless you want me to."
A puzzled look passed over Katrina's face, then followed by clarity. Spike could feel the cramped in his muscles, a sign of hunger, but for this girl her knew instantly he would do anything. Spike collapsed on the ground as the need to feed engulfed him.
"Spike?" A worried voice sounded in front of him; Katrina's. "You need to feed," she said matter of factly, "I want to spend the rest of eternity with you."
Spike faintly remembered brushing back her hair from her neck and biting her. her warm blood flowed through his lips as she lay limply against his chest, feeling weak and disorientated. he offered her his wrist. Spike felt a slight pang of pain shoot up his arm as Katrina bit down. Soon she felt well enough to stand. He asked her if she wanted to leave.
"I have one more thing left to do, and I need your help."
Roger the butler stomped wearily up the stairs. The party was over and all the guests had left. He hated being treated as if he was nothing more than a doorpost. Oh well, he could take it out on that illegitimate wretch he called a daughter. As he opened the door he was surprised to find his daughter, Katrina, sitting in his favourite chair. The surprise turned into anger as he walked further into the room.
"Hello, Father." The calmness in Katrina's voice stopped roger in his tracks. The butler eyes her warily. Something had changed, something had made her more confident and it was something that he didn't like.
"Someone wants to meet you," Katrina continued, her voice overflowing with excitement. Before Roger could question her, the door slammed shut and a key turned in the lock. Spike stood there grinning as the terrified man turned towards him
Roger turned to Katrina and hissed through his teeth, "You little witch!" he made the sign of the cross.
**As if that will protect him,** Spike thought as he watched the scene. Katrina stood up.
"Dearest Father," he voice was deceptively calm, "I'm going to pay you back for all you have ever done to me." She smiled sweetly. Both Spike and Katrina advanced on the horrified man. Roger didn't even scream.
Spike looked adoringly at Katrina as they danced to imaginary music. "You don't suppose your father minds, do you?" Spike inquired.
"No," Katrina replied as she looked back at Roger. Her father stared back at them, slackjawed, through eyes clouded in death. Katrina looked back at Spike and smiled.
"You are the sweetest thing in the world," Spike whispered in Katrina's ear. She smiled shyly and looked down at her feet.
"Oh no, my dear Spike." She looked up, her eyes a golden yellow as she regarded her sire. "nothing is as sweet as revenge."
Notes: Katrina and Roger are my own creations, as is the story, so please don't copy any of them. This is my first attempt at writing fanfic outside of the Pern writing clubs I belong to so I'm sorry if it's a load of rubbish. I know Spike doesn't usually act like this but I'm just brining out a new side in him ~lol~
Location: Victorian England
Spike breathed in the country air. Life in the reign of Queen Victoria was great! He dismounted from his horse and walked up the drive to Ainscourt Manor. Dressed in his best attire, Spike entered the house. He heard the strains of music floating through the air as he made his way towards the ball room. An orchestra was playing as people in a range of bright colours danced around the room. Dru would have loved it, if she hadn't gone on that damned 'European Tour' with Angelus and Darla.
However, above all the noises of jollity, Spike's vampire senses allowed him to hear quiet screams from the many rooms above. His sense of curiosity overwhelmed him and he felt compelled to find out what was happening. Quietly, he stole up the stairs, heading in the direction of the screams. Abruptly, they stopped. As he was about to turn an join the party, Spike heard a door creak open. he melted into the darkness, not wishing to be seen. A tall, lithe form of a girl limped down the stairs; crying. He followed her down the stairs and lower still down into the kitchen, where she let herself out through the kitchen door into the gardens.
A breeze whispered around his face as he stepped through the door after waiting for the girl to go around the corner, into the maze. He twisted left and right, guided only by the barely visible footprints of the weeping girl until he reached the centre of the maze. There she sat, crying, on a stone bench. Silently, he crept up to her until he was almost standing next to her.
"Why are you crying on such a beautiful night like this?" he whispered/
**Okay. So that was an extremely idiotic thing to say** Spike thought to himself. He looked at her again and saw she was straightening her dress and tying to look as if she hadn't been crying mere seconds ago.
"I'm..I'm not crying," she said harshly, then added, "Sir."
He moved closer. He had not realised how beautiful she was. That dark brown hair, her pale skin, and those eyes. He felt as if he could drown in their dark brown depths. He took a deep breath and asked, "Call me Spike. What's your name?"
"Katrina," came the simple reply.
He smiled. She smiled back, but again burst into tears. Spike felt the uncommon emotions of pity and sadness for this girl. At a loss for words, the vampire walked towards her and enveloped her in his arms. As his hands touched the back of her dress, Katrina gasped in pain. Something warm trickled through Spike's fingers and he drew his hands back so he couple see them, as a tangy iron smell registered in his brain. He was shocked to find his hands were covered in blood. Her blood. A dark anger welled up inside him as he growled through his pointed teeth.
"Who did this to you?"
Her eyes were still cast downwards as she muttered, "my father, the butler. I spilt soup down my uniform and was beaten for my mistake."
Spike lost control of his anger and growled. How could a father beat his child so viciously for a simple mistake? Katrina looked up, about to say something, when Spike saw her eyes fill with fear and her lips tremble. It took him a few minutes for him to realise the he had gone into full vampire face. She stepped away from him.
He smiled kindly at her and whispered, "I won't bite you unless you want me to."
A puzzled look passed over Katrina's face, then followed by clarity. Spike could feel the cramped in his muscles, a sign of hunger, but for this girl her knew instantly he would do anything. Spike collapsed on the ground as the need to feed engulfed him.
"Spike?" A worried voice sounded in front of him; Katrina's. "You need to feed," she said matter of factly, "I want to spend the rest of eternity with you."
Spike faintly remembered brushing back her hair from her neck and biting her. her warm blood flowed through his lips as she lay limply against his chest, feeling weak and disorientated. he offered her his wrist. Spike felt a slight pang of pain shoot up his arm as Katrina bit down. Soon she felt well enough to stand. He asked her if she wanted to leave.
"I have one more thing left to do, and I need your help."
Roger the butler stomped wearily up the stairs. The party was over and all the guests had left. He hated being treated as if he was nothing more than a doorpost. Oh well, he could take it out on that illegitimate wretch he called a daughter. As he opened the door he was surprised to find his daughter, Katrina, sitting in his favourite chair. The surprise turned into anger as he walked further into the room.
"Hello, Father." The calmness in Katrina's voice stopped roger in his tracks. The butler eyes her warily. Something had changed, something had made her more confident and it was something that he didn't like.
"Someone wants to meet you," Katrina continued, her voice overflowing with excitement. Before Roger could question her, the door slammed shut and a key turned in the lock. Spike stood there grinning as the terrified man turned towards him
Roger turned to Katrina and hissed through his teeth, "You little witch!" he made the sign of the cross.
**As if that will protect him,** Spike thought as he watched the scene. Katrina stood up.
"Dearest Father," he voice was deceptively calm, "I'm going to pay you back for all you have ever done to me." She smiled sweetly. Both Spike and Katrina advanced on the horrified man. Roger didn't even scream.
Spike looked adoringly at Katrina as they danced to imaginary music. "You don't suppose your father minds, do you?" Spike inquired.
"No," Katrina replied as she looked back at Roger. Her father stared back at them, slackjawed, through eyes clouded in death. Katrina looked back at Spike and smiled.
"You are the sweetest thing in the world," Spike whispered in Katrina's ear. She smiled shyly and looked down at her feet.
"Oh no, my dear Spike." She looked up, her eyes a golden yellow as she regarded her sire. "nothing is as sweet as revenge."