Random evilness by Heretic Angel

PART ONE  - Getting to know the scene



" We're going out . I mean , we'll be in L.A. only once . We should enjoy it . "

A slim girl with dyed dark cherry red hair threw the last of her clothes into the clean , spotless bathroom .

" Taaagh. " ( A : scream of frustation ) The boy seated on her bed , had been watching all her movements with not very great interest until she had turned off the television .

" I was watching that , you know . Besides , why do we have to go out anyways ? "

" We're young , handsome ..." 
The girl who was Elena shook her head as she looked at her friend Sim and corrected herself .
" We're young and I'm beautiful , and we've got money . It couldn't be more simplier ."

" All I wanted was to see Bush . Make him make me the new president of the United States . "

Elena just threw a bored look to him . She'd been through all that before . Many times before .  Become president , kill Osama Bin Laden , world domination to follow that ... Why couldn't teenager boys live in a much more realistic way ? At least Russian guys read Dostojevski or something . He was just plain crazy .

Sim Tack set off in a very bad imitation of a crazy professor .

" I want to ru-ule the world . It's mine . It's mi-i-ine . " His fingers clawed crazily into the air , as wanting to rip it apart , and to finish it off , he laughed evilly . " Mi-i-i-ne . "


Elena shot him another bored look , just to let him know that he was pushing her limits .

"... As I said ... We're going out and I won't take a no . We're going to have fun , and go to nightclubs ... "

" And see some vampires . " Sim was grinning as he got up and threw his empty coke can into the dustbin .

" You do realize that they don't exist , right ? Just some idiots on the televsion . They will not be swarming around your neck just to take a bite . "

" So what ? "

He saw Elena shrugging as she picked up her sunglasses to put them in her leather jacket's frontpocket .

" I can have my share of fun , no ? Another schoolyear's over , and I'm planning to go wild . "

" Why can't you wait until Stephanie gets here ? You always do  ..." Sim rolled his eyes in despair .
" Girly stuff together . Screaming for no good reason at all and stuff like that ... "

" That my dear ... " Elena suddenly got this vicious look in her eyes that he didn't like at all , and he chuckled . " Is because you are here . Besides , Stephanie's not here yet . Remember ? She is in Boston with Mike ? She told us to meet at the Silver spike . "

" Taa-a-argh ! " (A : scream of frustation ) This was driving him nuts . What hell on earth had made him go on holiday with two rather nuts girls ? And one of them sort of in love with him ? Yuk !

" Go O-U-T . NOW ! "  She grabbed his neck and pulled him roughly along as she walked out of the room .

" Taaargh !(A : Another scream of frustation ) What could we possibly do here that we can't do in  Belgium ? "

" Get arrested for drinking as a minor . "

" Taaargh ! " ( A : Told you it was annoying !) Sim dropped his head in despair .
" I don't wanna get drunk . I don't even want to get arrested . For the cop's safety only .I'd rip out their hearts and ...."

He caught Elena watching him with a smile around her lips .

" Yeah , I know . Shut up . "

" Good boy . " Elena viciously licked her lips as she pressed the button for the ground floor . She was gonna have fun .... That was for sure .

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The club was crammed . It was the only club in town to let them in , that was what a friend of Stephanie's had told her , but she saw very few teenagers here and she knew why . Possibly because most of the alcoholic drinks cost a fortune , and those who didn't , hadn't enough alcohol in them to get a mouse drunk . Looking around , trying to find a table , she dragged Sim along to the back of the club , where they found a table with a guy in a rather poor condition . Looked to her that he hadn't stopped drinking for hours . Well , hell , she wasn't going to care .

She walked to the table , dragging Sim along with her , holding him firmly at his ear , and asked at the drunkard : " Can we join you ? "

She saw the man look up , opening his mouth , meaning to say something mean , looking at the expression of his face ,until his eyes met hers . He spoke , his speech slurred by the loads of booze he'd drank .

" Go ahead , my luv . Was getting a bit lonely anyways . "

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Spike saw this rather gorgeous girl walking up to him , dragging a rather sleazy boy along with her by his ear . He had meant to tell them off from the first instant he'd heard the girl speak , hearing the foreign accent in her English . He DID not like foreigners . After all , he was one . A British one . The Big hard . ( A : remember , this is Spike DRUNK . )

Until he saw her eyes . He had the feeling that he'd seen a pool of many colors , and he didn't know or if it was because he drunk or not , but he was interested . Not in the sleazy boy .
If he was lucky , he was worthy enough to be his dessert . To be eaten quickly , and to be forgotten quickly . But the girl ... she was different .   

" Go ahead , my luv . Was getting a bit lonely anyways . "

He pushed a chair backwards for her , so that she came to sit next to him .
And he couldn't care what the sleazy boy was up to do . As long as he didn't sit down next to him .

" So what's your name , babe ? Can I buy you a drink ? " 

He saw the girl put on a rather generous smile . So much love to give for a stranger ... He always admired that in a human .

" Elena . And that's Sim . And I'd like to have a Bloody Mary . " He frowned as he heard her request .

" You sure that you can handle that ? It's not exactly easy stuff ."  But she washed his comments away .

" Am Russian . I can drink quite a big deal before getting drunk . " 

Damn . He needed a cigarette and he was out of them .

" You don't happen to have a fag , do you , Elena ? "

" Don't smoke . " , he heard her say with played regret . Good , she was good at faking . And good at lying too , he guessed .

" And you ? " He turned to the boy , Sim if he'd gotten it right , and heard the boy boldly say : " Do you think I'm crazy ? Wouldn't pollute my lungs with yucky smoke ! And if I had any , wouldn't give them to you ! You can die of that ! "

# Well , the fucking brat ... He was becoming his snack now , for somewhere between one o'clock and four . Telling him off like that . No one did that to him . Not to the big hard . #

" Sim ! " He felt how the girl kicked the stupid brat under the table , accidentily stroking his knee doing that . " Godverdomme , hou toch eens je manieren ! "

" Aw .Taargh . What's wrong with you girls ! Especially Russian ones ! "

Spike stared at her , but she didn't notice that , as she was yelling to the damned brat . " SHUT UP ! "

" What about getting those drinks now , huh ? What you're drinking , whelp ? "

Spike got up , waiting for the boy's order .

" A Coke . "

# A *coke* . Like he hadn't figured it out that the brat didn't drink ! Bet that he was a virgin as
well . A *coke* ...  #

" C'ming up . "

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Damn !

Elena felt like she could sink through her knees of the nervousness that suddenly had hit her as she had noticed that the man was looking at her all the time . And he was cute that was for
sure ...

Those cheekbones ! That hair !  And now he was off to buy her a drink ! God ! No , she corrected herself .

 Devil ! Her mind screamed it out of the excitement . 

" Looks like a vampire to me . " , Sim teased as he leaned in forward . " You may be in luck this time . "

Wryly , she gave him a smile , and looked back to see where he was staying . It didn't take long . She saw him returning with two glasses and a bottle , and a pack of cigarettes stuffed in his shirt pocket , carefully finding his way through the crowd . She saw his long , pale fingers put the drinks on the table .

" Oh , luv , you're phone's ringing . " , he said with a grin to his ears . Reaching into her handbag , she picked up the phone , and pushed the button , and found her in direct contact with her friend Stephanie .

" Stephanie , waar zit je , meid ? Ik zit al in de club . "  

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Spike heard the other person talking through the line with his exceptional hearing , knowing that it was a girl . Jet-lagged , was the only thing he understood from the foreign talk . 'Slapen' , was the other only word he understood . From what he had gathered , a certain 'Stephanie' was jet-lagged and only wanted to sleep and she was sorry . Sorry for what ? For the fact that she couldn't come to the club ? All the better for him .

But she looked dissapointed .
Turning her attention to the stupid brat again , she began speaking in Dutch again , only halfly understanding what she said . In fact , nothing at all .

" Everything alright ? " He saw the girl nod .

" My friend Stephanie , who I was supposed to meet right here in this club , just flew in from Boston and just felt deadly tired . She's gone off to our room to get some sleep . "

" Sleeping is good , luv . " Ooh , goody . She went all red over her cheeks .
He was going to call her like that a lot more . A lot , lot more .

" So ... " , leaning further over the table to talk . " Whadda doing in the city of angels ? "

Watching her picking up her drink , he saw that her fingernails were painted in a bloody red and she was wearing a stylish gothic nailring as well .

" Holiday . Just chilling out with some friends . Celebrating . Before Sim gets shot up in some war .  "

" Yeah , because ... " Damn , there's was the brat interrupting them again !

" You never know when I'm going to get shot in my guts , and I will die slo-o-wly , with slime oozing out of me ... And Stephanie ... She probably will become a hooker or something of that sort . "

Spike rolled his eyes as he heard the brat speak . So stupid . So childish . Defintiley a snack . And he'd better be a tasteful one too .

" Not scared to offend anyone , as I hear . "

The boy burst out in laughter . " I have to keep myself standing , right ? Two nasty , mean girls who offend ME ALL the time ... It's not everyday I get the chance . "

" I'll tell this to Stephanie . Ooh , you're going to get your butt kicked for sure . "

" No a chance ! "

A nasty girl ... It set Spike's mind adrift without losing track of the conservation . A nasty girl . That brat was right . Elena was a nasty girl . Not every girl would drag someone through a full dancefloor, only holding him by his ears . She was vicious , nasty . Not the usual kind of Britney clones that showed up at  these kind of places regulary . He liked that .

" By the way , what's your name ? " The brat again .

He angered turned towards the boy , seeing a slight hint of fear in them . That was good .

" The name's Spike . "

" Spike ... " Elena repeated it softly . " Spike ? Really ? Not a common name . "

" Sure as the devil is called Satan , luv . "

There she went blushing again . Couldn't hide it well , the girl . She leaned back in her chair , drinking from her Bloody Mary . He just wished that this night would last forever . And that the brat would disappear on them .

Because ... he was nagging straight in his right ear for another coke . Bloody 'ell !

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Of course the night didn't last forever . Although she'd wished to .
Sim had spoilt the evening when he'd kicked his new bottle of Coke over straight onto Spike's expensive leather pants  . Entering her room , silently cursing Sim to hell for spoiling a great evening , she clicked on the light before she realised that Stephanie was in the room . A deep moan came from under the covers , indicating that she had been disturbed .

" Sorry . I'll close the lights ...  "

Her hands already were reaching for the switch as she heard her respond :
" That'll be alright . Can't sleep a damn worth . By the way , it's only two o'clock in the night .  " 

" Ooh , Stephanie , I got the greatest night ever ... Well , that was until Sim spoiled it . "

" Like usual , with his charm . " Stephanie appeared from underneath the blankets , yawning loudly .

" What happened ? Met a nice guy ? "

" A nice guy ? You should've seen those cheekbones ... And those eyes ... blue . You know his name ? Spike ! "

Stephanie grinned as she repeated the name . " Spike ? Sounds like a poof to me. Or a dog . "

" Wait until you see him . He's been flirting with me all evening . " , Elena said , kicking her boots off .  " Called me luv ... and stuff like that . "

" A darkie ? "

Elena exitedly shook her head . " Blondie . "

She saw her friend lift an eyebrow .

" Not your usual style . And an American ? Girl , you're getting adventurous ."


" He's British , as in a matter of a fact . "

Whoop ! There went her jeans , flying straight into the bathroom . Stephanie hardly cared . If there were two girls on this earth who were able to demolish a hotelroom in two days , it was them . 

" Sim said anything about me ? "  She jumped out of bed , reaching for her pack of cigarettes .

" Because if he did , I'll kick his ass . "

" Called you a future whore . "

Stephanie chuckled . " Probably not far off . It's not like he'd ever come to me.  Not if he has to pay for it . "

She lifted dramatically her hand to her hand and said :
" Men are scared of me ! Poor me ! " Then she laughed out loud , and Elena joined in .

Back in Belgium the only people to know that Steph was in love with Sim , well , were pretty much the whole school . But if there was one person whom Steph could talk to about Sim , it was Elena . She would never gossip around , Steph knew that . That was why she was her best friend .

" What have you got there ? " Elena pointed curiously to her neck as she was trying to get in her pyjamas .

Stephanie unconsciously reached there with her left hand , holding in her other hand a burning cigarette .

" Just some ... fucking rash . Thought I'd put a plaster over it to stop me from scratching it . " , she stammered nervously , but her friend seemed to buy it .

" 'Kay . G'night . "  Elena ducked under the blanket , pulling her teddy close to her . 

" Slaapwel , vampierke . " 

Stephanie automatically transferred to Dutch , tired of a whole day speaking English and having to think twice before saying something into that language . Who couldn't anyone speak French here ? She couldn't call herself genious , but she tried her best shot at speaking English .

The lights went off , but Stephanie still sat upright , smoking her cigarette .
Unable to sleep , even though she had to . She felt weak . Damned weak .
It wasn't a good feeling at all . Her head swam , and it wasn't from the booze , she knew . Nor from the cigarettes . She crushed the butt of her cigarette against the ashtray , and pulled the blankets over her . Closed her eyes . Tried to stay asleep . And couldn't .

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" You look like shit . "

Sim came to their table , his plate loaded full with all kinds of fatty food . Elena was enjoying some toast with blueberry jam , while Stephanie was only having  a coffee . Black . Sugar . No milk .

" Thanks for the compliment . " She smiled weakly as she drank some more of the hot , hot coffee .

" Did you actually get some sleep last night ? "

Elena reached for her orange juice as she looked at Stephanie . She looked haggard . Pale . In fact she indeed looked like shit . For once , Sim had used the right expression .

" Hardly . On and off like ususal .  Guess that jet-lag fell down hard . " 


She put the hot cup down on the table , and nicked a piece of toast from Elena's dish , breaking it into smaller pieces , and eating piece by piece .

" There's a whole table over there ." , Sim pointed out . " Get your own food . "

" Sim . Did I nick it off  *your* plate ? Just shut up . You know , I just might go outside to take some fresh air . Need that for a moment . "

" Kun je weer niet zonder sigaretten  ? " , he teased as he was about to stuff a fried shrimp into his mouth . 

She was just getting up for the moment , ready to put on her jacket . Even though it was good weather outside , she felt a bit chilly . She reached for the paper that lay next to Elena , folded it up , and smacked it against Sim's head .

" AS . I .SAID ... Shut up . en 't zijn ZIGARETTEN ! Ze komen van Duitsland , nondedju . "

Dropping the paper on the table , aware that all the people in the room were watching her as she left the room , feeling the blood come up her cheeks .

                                                                                                                                                
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" My dark knight ..."

Drusilla softly stroked the hair of her new Childe , who was shaking under her hands , not in fear , but because the vampire in him took control over his body  . He was shaken by the sudden force , Drusilla knew that . Barechested , he shuddered again under her touch as any touch awoke his senses .

" Don't . " , he said firmly as he saw her hand come near , taking hold of her wrist . " I don't *like* that . " 

Not yet fully aware of the environment that surrounded him , he glanced around , noting that he was in a bedroom , ' yeah , where else ? '  , that was all painted in a dark burgundy red . Not quite his color , he decided . Still shivering , he stood up , only to find that he had , either no socks or shoes at his feet .

Looking back to Dru , he asked angrily : " Where are my clothes ? "

Drusilla smiled , licking her lips .


" They're all in the closet , my sweet ... Thought that you could use some new ones ..."

She smiled evilly before she continued . " As I tore them apart . "

" Now why would you do that for , dear ? "

His voice became soft , almost gently , but still treacherous , as he opened the closet .

" I liked them . They looked good on me . " He stared at a black jacket . " Leather's not really my thing ."

" Try them on . " , Drusilla said excitedly as she sat down on her knees , still upon the bed  ." I know they look good on you . I tried them on you . "

He turned around , and stared into her dark eyes . So fair , so innocent , so vicious , so crazy . So childlike .  So ... vulnerable .

" You dressed and undressed me like a doll when I was asleep ? "

She slowly shook her head . " Not asleep . Dead . "

Her eyes glittered of pleasure . She'd gotten herself a new Childe .
One that was hers for the eternity to be ... and not to be taken away from her .  

She was watching him getting dressed into his new clothes , finding pleasure in the way he slightly struggeled to get in a rather narrow pair of black jeans . Helping him getting dressed , she retrieved a totally black T-shirt from a shelf, just knowing that he would like it , and pulled it roughly straight down over his head .

" Calm down , doll . " , he hissed as he felt how his earring hooked to the fabric .
" Don't want this fabric torn , do we ? "

He carefully pulled the fabric away from his earring , and let the shirt fall down over his chest .

Drusilla cheerfully jumped up and down , just like a little child , excitedly clapping in her hands .

" Ooh , you look good ! "    


A small smile came over his face , more smirk than an actual smile . Aw , he was feeling awful mean !

Grabbing Drusilla by the waist  , he trailed her high cheekbone with his tongue , and said : " What about  the fact that we go out for a dinner ? Cause I'm feeling hungry , luv' . "

CONTINUED  IN PART TWO