The hunt for the Chinese Slayer.
Boxer Rebellion-1900.
"Why the fuck would Angelus ever want to leave this place?" Spike said to the dead girl that lay at his feet.
He lit a match and held it to the cigarette that sat in his mouth.
A scream echoed from somewhere not to far off.
This Brought Spike back into reality.
The boxer rebellion, chaos everywhere, how could that bastard want to leave this place?
Spike suddenly found himself running towards where the scream had come from, eager to find some more action.
He turned into an alleyway to see two young girls.
Standing over them was a man a warped face, a vampire.
Spike turned to leave, let the bloke have his kill.
He glanced back over his shoulder when he heard a voice, a women's voice, say something in Chinese.
There stood a girl with a katana that had a gold handle.
Before Spike could even blink the vampire was two piles of dust, one the body and the other of where the head had landed.
The girl, who Spike now realised must be a slayer, had her arm outstretched but was still looking at the girls.
She had decapitated the vampire without even looking!
Spike hung back, allowing the slayer to walk out of the alley.
He lunged at her when her back was toward him.
Little did he know that she had sensed him whilst still in the alley.
She ducked but Spike managed to react quick enough.
He jumped over her in an almost horizontal 360, landing facing away from her.
He clipper her in the face with his elbow as he cusped up and around to face her.
They were both up now, and for a brief moment Spike saw the slayer assessing him, he did the same to her.
He swung his right hand around aimed at her face.
She ducked it and punched him in the gut.
He double over and she put her knee in line for his face.
Spike grabbed her leg and pulled it to the right of him.
She was on the ground now and Spike was on top of her.
He punched her in the face over and over again.
He was to engulf in rage to notice that the slayer was reaching to her left, where her sword lay.
She grabbed the handle and made a stabbing motion to Spikes abdomen.
Lucky for Spike, the sword was facing the wrong way, but he still got the full slayer force behind the butt of the sword.
He fell onto his side next to the slayer, temporarily defenseless.
Spike saw the beaten slayer attempting to get on her feet, He made a grab for her leg and grabbed her ankle.
It was not a tight enough grip and she wiggled out of it.
Sword in hand, she staggered out of view.
Spike was on her tail but she slipped into the crowd of rebels that cascaded the street.
He had lost her, she was bloodied and beaten half to death yet he had still let her get away with his prize, her blood.
Spike changed his face back to human form, hiding the demon he truly was.
Holding his side, he walked slowly out into the street.
He searched for a while for Drucila.
He would tell her nothing, he was ashamed of his loss.
He would wait until he found the slayer, and then he would take her spine back to Dru.
That was then that Spike realized he had blood on his fists, slayers blood.
He had heard tales of the taste.
He licked his fist and felt a shudder go through him.
"A taste of what's to come, slayer." He snarled quietly and he came upon Drucila.