The Deep End
Summary: Takes place a few weeks after 'Grave'. How is Spike dealing with his new and shiny soul? Not very well. He turns to an old friend. This is a crossover with the movie 'Blade' with a little twist. I'm introducing a few new characters and messing with the original timeline a little. Deal with it.
Rating: R for violence
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from BTVS or the movie Blade. But Kalista and Leeann are my characters. I made them up. Hands off Joss!
Feedback: Crave it. This is my first fic ever so go easy on me.
Chapter one
Just remember NEW YORK CITY, NIGHTShe was tired. Exausted in fact. In spite her deliberate slow movements nearly every step caused her to wince in discomfort. There was a deep gash on her side and a bullet wound in her right shoulder. The pain was bad, but nothing compared to the feeling of utter humiliation of being run off by some two bit familiar with a machine gun. Getting shot was no fun. It hurt like a bitch actually.
*The little fucker.*
The temptation of tearing the guy's head clean of his shoulders was still overwhelming. But, no...he was human. She snorted. Scum of the earth is more like it.
"I'm never going to live this down.", she muttered to herself.
Her wounded pride was somewhat soothed by the fact that she did save six lives that night. What those people were doing in a vampire club, she'd never figure out. Sheer stupidity was her best guess.
*Like sheep to the slaughter*, she thought with a wry grin and then shook the thought away with a frown. Idiots or not, they still didn't deserve to die like that, even if it was her night off. She was counting on drinking herself into a stupor and then passing out in public. Oh well, even the best laid plans...
She looked down on herself and noticed the trails of blood pouring down over her dark brown leather pants. There was also a rip in the material on her left thigh where blood still dripped from a another wound. All tiredness a side, the worst of her injuries were already half healed. She let out an ironic laugh. If only the same could be said for her clothes.
*Note to self. Never wear new, expensive clothes on a another raid again. Your check-book will thank you. Now, where did I park that damn car?*
"This is not happening!"
She shut her eyes tightly and repeated the thought in her head, willing the sight before her to disappear. She opened them slowly and blinked a few times, but the image,or the lack there of, was still there.
"I don't believe this. Somebody stole my fucking car!"
Her leg lashed out and kicked a trash bin, spilling it's content all over a parked police car. She turned around and saw two policemen coming out of a nearby all night coffee shop. Rolling her eyes, she started walking home.
"How's that for irony?"
Cursing beneath her breath, she walked through the maze of allies she knew like the back of her hand. Moving through them didn't require conscious thought anymore, just instinct leading her footsteps in the familiar direction. She briefly thought about getting a cab, but dismissed the thought quickly. The chances of stopping a cab this late while covered head to toe in coagulated blood were, to put it mildly, slim to none. Even in New York. Or should that be, especially in New York? She stopped suddenly, sensing something. She looked around the darkened ally and frowned feeling a familiar tingling in her limbs. The fine hairs on her neck and arms shot up as her nostrils picked up a scent she immediately recognized. Honing in on it she ran back to the dumpster on the other side of the ally. A lump formed in her thought as she moved metal box aside. There was a body lying between the dumpster and the wall covered with some torn cardboard boxes. There was no breath and no heartbeat coming from the motionless corpse, but that didn't worry her. That was natural. What worried her were the sounds coming from the body. Traumatized, desperate sounds. Sounds of a thing in pain. She kneeled down next to him and pulled his body in her lap. She did a quick once over looking for any injuries that could have left him in this state. Nothing. No broken bones, no cuts or stab wounds. No blood that she could smell. Nothing. She ran her fingers trough his hair, lightly massaging his scalp. His hair was longer then she remembered and only the tips of it were the usual bleach blond. The rest of his hair was ash blond that curled beneath her fingers. He was also paler then usual. She wondered when he fed last. Her reverie was broken by a another pain filled sob. She shook him lightly feeling a pang of fear in her stomach. Something was very wrong. She stroked his cheek and softly called out his name. For a moment there was no response, but then his eyelids fluttered lightly and his body tensed in her arms. Another moment and stormy green eyes met teary blue ones. A single tear fell down on his cheek and continued it's way downwards. As entranced as she was by this confusing site she let out a sigh of relief as he breathed out her name quietly.
"Callie?"
"What is that thing doing on my couch?"
Callie rolled her eyes at the man in front of her and sank back in the comfortable leather chair. She wasn't even surprised by his reaction. Hell, she'd be worried if he reacted differently. Black and white view of the world. Must be nice. She leaned forward again and put her hands on her knees sighing deeply.
"Look Eric. Let me break this down for you, ok?"
He muttered a curse beneath his breath and cast an disgusted glance at the figure laying on the couch in the joining room. His hands were just itching to do some damage. Though, at this point he didn't know which one of them he would like to trottle first. She continued talking, unaffected by his behaviour. Which irritated him to no end.
"Ouch. If looks could kill. Try to get this into that thick scull of yours. That over there is my friend, as you well know. He's a vampire. But more importantly, he's *my* friend. And that means you don't get to kill him. Ever. Full stop."
"That's what we do. We kill vampires.", he argued. "*We*, as in you and me. And now you want me to do what? Let him crash on my couch? You want me to play nurse?"
He saw the corner of her mouth twitch and knew instantly he wasn't going to like the answer. She stretched lanquidly in the chair, suppressing a yawn.
"No. I don't want you to do that.", she finally answered. He looked up at the cealing and missed the amused smile that formed on her lips.
"Good. Will you kill him or should I?", he asked grimly. Callie looked at him and pursed her lips, shaking her head lightly.
"A world of no to that. We,as in you and I, are going to help him."
She watched as Eric's expression darkened even more and then smirked when he started sputtering.
"What?! He... Are you insane?"
She responded with a patented eye roll and patted him lightly on the shoulder. This was obviously pissing him off. Better tone down on the teasing then. Getting a rise out of him was usually difficult bordering on imposible. That was just the way he was, cold on the outside and...well, not that cold on the inside.
"Jesus Christ. You'd think I just asked you to saw your arm off. What's your problem anyway? Afraid you'll actually like him?"
The set of his jaw spoke volumes. He was this close to snapping her neck. He spoke quietly, drawing out every word.
"Get. Him. Out. Of. My. House."
Her eyes flashed in anger and all of the amusement drained from her in a second.
"He's staying. And in your own immortal words, get over it."
"I'm warning you Kalista. I'm not helping that thing. That...vampire."
He spat out the last word, like it was leaving a bad taste in his mouth. The revulsion was coming of him in waves and she felt the distinct urge to bash his scull in. She got up and looked down on him.
"And what do you think we are?", she questioned.
"How are we so different? A little more sun proof? Yes.Harder to kill,stronger? Hell yes. But still killers. Vissious. Still a little less then human. Or a little more. Depends on your point of view."
He was up in one smooth predatory movement, drawing to his full height staring dawn at her now. A thin line in place of his full mouth, the muscles in his neck twitching in anger. He smiled at her with a cold look in his eyes. A cruel smile.
"He said something just like that to me once."
First there was shock. Then white hot rage. His back was against the wall in a second, one of her hands choking the life out of him and the other ramming itself repeatedly in his stomack. She punched him in the face once before letting him slide down on to the floor. Callie backed away from him, trembling slightly.
"You don't talk about him. Not ever."
The words were a choked rasp whisper, but there was steel in her eyes. And pain.
"Kalista...", he tried.
"Not ever."
He pushed himself away from the wall, walked into the other room and stood beside the occupied couch. He looked at the man sleeping there and studied him for a moment. He could feel Callie's body tensing behind him, muscles clenching in anticipation. He nodded once and walked out of the room. With a shaky draw of unneeded breath she slouched back in the chair and allowed herself to relax. A frown formed on her face as she looked at the sleeping figure.
"What did you get yourself into this time Spike?"
Spike groaned as he drifted back to consciousness. He really didn't want to wake up. For the first time in what felt like forever no nightmares plagued him in his sleep. In his dream he and Buffy were tangled up in the sheets on her bed, just holding each other after an exausting round of lovemaking. She was covering his face with pepper light kisses. He felt warm and safe. His eyes fluttered open, but his vision was still hazy. There was someone siting next to him, someone female and her warm hands were gently touching his cheek. He arched into the touch and moaned.
"Buffy."
A hand tilted his chin up and as his vision cleared he found a pair of bright green eyes smiling at him.
"Not exactly.", she said with a amused grin.
He bolted up and stared at her in disbelief, more aware of his surroundings then he had been in weeks.
"Callie?"
"About time you woke up. I was starting to think you took permanent residence in la-la land."
Spike rubbed his eyes and stared at her again.
"Callie?"
"Isn't that getting a tad redundant?"
"How... How did I get here?"
NEW YORK-Underground vampire clubLeeann cursed loudly as she tried to push trough the crowd. Patience was never one of her virtues. She pushed one of the younger vampires aside and continued to look for Raquel. The irritated vampire grabbed her wrist and hissed at her exposing his fangs. She turned around and smiled at him. It was a smile that made braver demons then this one run for cover screaming.
"Was that supposed to be a treat?", she asked sweetly, looked down at her wrist and then made eye contact with the fledgling. The vampire shuddered and let go of her hand as if it was made out of molten lava. He quickly turned around and almost fell over in his efforts to get away from her.
"Idiot.", she muttered.
Leeann looked around and finally saw her, dancing with an attractive human male. Too bad he had to die, she thought. That part of Raquel's life bothered her. She lured unsuspecting humans to Frost's bloodbaths. Personally, she despised them, but other vampires seemed to enjoy that form of blood sport. Leeann had to admit it, Frost knew how to gain allies and followers. As she did, once. She decided it was better to work alone a long time ago. At least in her line of work. The vampiress didn't have many friends, but that made the ones she had all the more valuable. She finally got to the bar and took a seat. She looked up and noticed the first drops of blood dripping from the pipe system, before releasing a shower of the bright red liquid. Leeann shook her head and watched as the atmosphere reached a boiling point. Then her eyes looked for Raquel and the human. He was on the ground, screaming and begging for his life. There was a circle of vampires forming around him. He'd be dead soon. If he's lucky. Suddenly,she felt that familiar pain in her stomach. The smell of all that blood was getting to her. It would soon be time for her to feed again.
"Having fun Lee?"
She turned to the source of the voice. Deacon Frost, as arrogant as ever. He touched her shoulder and smiled. The smile was warm and it pulled on something inside of her, almost bringing that long forbidden feeling back to the surface. But then she looked into his blue eyes and found them as cold and passionless as ever. Leeann felt a pang of disappointment somewhere where her heart used to be and quickly beat down the feeling before it could show itself on her face.
Of course, she reminded herself angrily, any finer feelings that man could have, if he had any, were reserved for one girl. He would fuck her into the ground and then send her away like it ment nothing. And it wouldn't. Not to him. Because of that bitch.
"It's been a long time."
Lee pushed his hand away and got up.
"Not long enough."
Why couldn't the bastard stay dead? Everything was simpler when he was gone. She left him standing next to the bar and walked up to Raquel. Surprisingly enough, the human was still alive. There were at least a dozen bite marks all over his body. His clothes were ripped to shreds and what was left of it was soaked in blood. Some was his own and some probably from the bloodbath. Lee felt sorry for him, an emotion she hoped she'd forgotten. She looked at Raquel and sighed, irritated. Her face, hair and all of her clothes were covered in blood. There was a strange smile on her face as she ran her tongue over her fangs, as if she was trying to clean them.
"For Christ's sake, look at yourself. How are planing to go anywhere looking like that?", she said lighting a cigarette.
"I have some clean clothes with me and I'll take a shower here in the club. Why? Where are we going?"
"Never mind. It's this... Oh, shit. It's just sick if you ask me."
She looked at the human, raising an eyebrow.
"Why is he still alive?"
Raquel smiled innocently.
"Don't you know? I like playing with my food."
Her smile suddenly disappeared and she kicked him in the gut hard. He moaned and tried to crawl away.
"See? I think he likes it."
"What's wrong with you tonight? You're not usually like this."
"I'm just evening an old score. Believe me, this guy had it coming."
She wiped some of the blood from her face and smiled again.
"Tell me, why do you hate these 'events' so much? You're a vampire, so I know you don't faint at the site of blood. Or is it just because it was Deacon's idea?"
Leeann raised her eyebrow again.
"I like to drink blood, not shower in it. It's a hygiene thing. Besides, with Frost there's a price for everything."
Raquel turned to the human and kneeled down next to his chest. He moaned again but didn't try to move away.
"Suit yourself. You don't know what you're missing. This is a great way to get rid of old frustrations. I'll show you what I mean."
Then the real screaming began.