CHAPTER 1: WATCHING YOU, WATCHING ME.
PART 3
There was a chilly breeze that entered the hallway, sweeping the ashes of the vamps dusted previously into the air. The demons looked at the man standing in front of the wounded slayer, holding up his weapon protectively, his ice blue eyes radiating with rage.
"Try to come near her and I shove this through your thick, ugly skulls." His voice was soft, hardly more but a whisper, but sounded more dangerous then the hissing of a poisonous snake.
The vampire who got Dawn pulled her up. The young girl struggled to free herself, but was harshly restrained with a painful jolt on her hair. The demon's action forced the girl to raise her chin and look up. Her tear- stained eyes grew wide as she recognized the man in front of her who was protecting her sister.
"Spike? Spike! You're back!!"
"Spike?" There was the tiniest vibe of joy sounding in the Slayer's voice as she spoke out his name, at least he hoped there was. It could also be that he had confused her frailty at the moment with her softer, more considerate side. He wasn't always right in guessing her moods.
She fluttered her closed eyelids, struggling to remain conscious.
"Spike, save Dawn. Don't let.anything happen to her."
He crouched beside her, his hands ached to reach out and comfort her, but he didn't dare. He had to settle with easing her distress with words, instead. "Sure thing pet, don't worry. I'll get those wankers for you."
The next demon that was foolish enough to charge at the blond vampire was impaled with the rod, as Spike drove the blunt weapon with such force through the flesh that it made a gaping hole in its chest, thrusting the dead, blackened heart out of the body before it turned into ashes.
Turning around, he gazed up at the vampire holding Dawn, picking up the axe from the floor as he walked by. He tossed the axe around in the air, playing with the weapon with grace and confidence that its imposing effect on his opponent couldn't be missed. He traced the sharp edge of the blade with his thumb, drawing blood.
As he halted in front of the cowering demon, he simply said three words.
"Let her go."
The demon didn't need to be told twice what to do. He dropped Dawn and fled, running for the big exit. Spike swirled around, and swung the axe above his head a few times, then launched it at the vampire. It hit him, cleaving his back in two, and the demon went down screaming.
"Bugger. Lost yet another perfectly functional tool to pick your nasties' guts out with. When will I learn to take good care of my stuff."
He hadn't even finished his sentence when he found himself buried in the arms of a thrilled teenager, crying her heart out against his shoulder in relief.
The blond vampire tried to hold back the string of emotions that was threatening to overwhelm him, paralysing his body and clouding his judgement. Months had passed since the last time he was able to hold the lil' bit in his arms, and although his world had changed completely, missing her and Buffy were still the hardest thing to bear.
Buffy.
He gently pushed the sobbing Dawn off his shoulders and rushed over to the Slayer, who was still lying on the place where she was so brutally beaten. Her eyes were closed, her body limp. Dawn came to kneel beside him, and the young girl's face turned fearful.
"Is she.?" Her voice trembled.
"No, I can still hear her heart beat." He swallowed hard and clenched his fists, digging his nails deep into his flesh. "But she got trashed pretty bad. Go find a phone and call someone of the Scoobies. Willow or Giles. Tell them to hurry. I Stay here to keep an eye on your big sis and make sure the tosser who have done this to her doesn't walk from here unless carried away by the soddin wind."
Dawn nodded silently, glanced once more at her sister's motionless face, and then rushed off into the building.
Forcing himself to interrupt his watch over the wounded Slayer, Spike got up, and walked over to the foot of the staircase, where the last remaining demon holding the girl was still standing. He held her close to his body, and lovingly stroked her breasts, caressing her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress.
The girl cried silently.
As Spike was forced to watch how the demon harassed her, his throat slowly filled with the bitter taste of bile. The demon swayed his head, as if following music only preserved for him alone, as his monstrous features changed back into that of a young man.
"Funny thing." The mad vampire said, and nibbled with his teeth on the neck of the girl. "Spike. You are Spike."
"Yeah, and you are a really daft, perverted puke of a demon. Now let her go."
Ignoring the blond vampire, the demon continued.
"I don't understand this. She wants you. I heard that the stars wept when you left her and ripped out her heart to feed it to the dogs. Still, she call out your name. Heaven knows why. I'll move heaven and earth to full fill her every wish. But now, it turns out that you're not even lost."
The blond vampire sighed, another dangerous nutcase that listened to the bright stars. Honestly, how many minds did Angelus screw up with his guerrilla warfare back in his days? With a little bit of luck, this wanker could be a lost member of the fine Aurelius clan.
"Look, loopy brains, I'm gonna repeat my friendly request one more time, loud and clear, since you're such a special headcase. Let the girl go. Now!"
The handsome, dark haired young man started to laugh, madly.
"Bad greedy dog. You got two of the girls already. Now you want the last one too?" He traced with the back of his hand over her one cheek that carried the fresh scar of his previous sadistic caress. "You can't have her. This one is reserved for my dark queen. She is special. She has the sight."
Spike studied the vampire cautiously. There was something awfully familiar in the way he spoke, moved and kept rambling at the brink of sanity. It reminded him of someone.
"Drusilla." Spike whispered, her name haunting him and clasping his unbeating heart with icy hands.
"My dark, murderous queen." The mad vampire muttered and closed his eyes as his tongue slipped over the flesh of the young girl, making her yelp in horror. "I can already taste her gratitude for bringing her this gift. She will let me bath in her light till my loins shudder and can take no more."
"Enough. She won't be getting her." Spike raised his fists and gazed up at the vampire dangerously. "Whatever mad plan the bloody little pixies have whispered into her brains this time, it's not going to happen. I won't let it happen."
The insane vampire's eyes twisted from longing and distant into cold and calculative. A crude grin appeared on his pale lips.
"We shall see about that."
Wanna know if Spike can save the girl? On to part four!
PART 3
There was a chilly breeze that entered the hallway, sweeping the ashes of the vamps dusted previously into the air. The demons looked at the man standing in front of the wounded slayer, holding up his weapon protectively, his ice blue eyes radiating with rage.
"Try to come near her and I shove this through your thick, ugly skulls." His voice was soft, hardly more but a whisper, but sounded more dangerous then the hissing of a poisonous snake.
The vampire who got Dawn pulled her up. The young girl struggled to free herself, but was harshly restrained with a painful jolt on her hair. The demon's action forced the girl to raise her chin and look up. Her tear- stained eyes grew wide as she recognized the man in front of her who was protecting her sister.
"Spike? Spike! You're back!!"
"Spike?" There was the tiniest vibe of joy sounding in the Slayer's voice as she spoke out his name, at least he hoped there was. It could also be that he had confused her frailty at the moment with her softer, more considerate side. He wasn't always right in guessing her moods.
She fluttered her closed eyelids, struggling to remain conscious.
"Spike, save Dawn. Don't let.anything happen to her."
He crouched beside her, his hands ached to reach out and comfort her, but he didn't dare. He had to settle with easing her distress with words, instead. "Sure thing pet, don't worry. I'll get those wankers for you."
The next demon that was foolish enough to charge at the blond vampire was impaled with the rod, as Spike drove the blunt weapon with such force through the flesh that it made a gaping hole in its chest, thrusting the dead, blackened heart out of the body before it turned into ashes.
Turning around, he gazed up at the vampire holding Dawn, picking up the axe from the floor as he walked by. He tossed the axe around in the air, playing with the weapon with grace and confidence that its imposing effect on his opponent couldn't be missed. He traced the sharp edge of the blade with his thumb, drawing blood.
As he halted in front of the cowering demon, he simply said three words.
"Let her go."
The demon didn't need to be told twice what to do. He dropped Dawn and fled, running for the big exit. Spike swirled around, and swung the axe above his head a few times, then launched it at the vampire. It hit him, cleaving his back in two, and the demon went down screaming.
"Bugger. Lost yet another perfectly functional tool to pick your nasties' guts out with. When will I learn to take good care of my stuff."
He hadn't even finished his sentence when he found himself buried in the arms of a thrilled teenager, crying her heart out against his shoulder in relief.
The blond vampire tried to hold back the string of emotions that was threatening to overwhelm him, paralysing his body and clouding his judgement. Months had passed since the last time he was able to hold the lil' bit in his arms, and although his world had changed completely, missing her and Buffy were still the hardest thing to bear.
Buffy.
He gently pushed the sobbing Dawn off his shoulders and rushed over to the Slayer, who was still lying on the place where she was so brutally beaten. Her eyes were closed, her body limp. Dawn came to kneel beside him, and the young girl's face turned fearful.
"Is she.?" Her voice trembled.
"No, I can still hear her heart beat." He swallowed hard and clenched his fists, digging his nails deep into his flesh. "But she got trashed pretty bad. Go find a phone and call someone of the Scoobies. Willow or Giles. Tell them to hurry. I Stay here to keep an eye on your big sis and make sure the tosser who have done this to her doesn't walk from here unless carried away by the soddin wind."
Dawn nodded silently, glanced once more at her sister's motionless face, and then rushed off into the building.
Forcing himself to interrupt his watch over the wounded Slayer, Spike got up, and walked over to the foot of the staircase, where the last remaining demon holding the girl was still standing. He held her close to his body, and lovingly stroked her breasts, caressing her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress.
The girl cried silently.
As Spike was forced to watch how the demon harassed her, his throat slowly filled with the bitter taste of bile. The demon swayed his head, as if following music only preserved for him alone, as his monstrous features changed back into that of a young man.
"Funny thing." The mad vampire said, and nibbled with his teeth on the neck of the girl. "Spike. You are Spike."
"Yeah, and you are a really daft, perverted puke of a demon. Now let her go."
Ignoring the blond vampire, the demon continued.
"I don't understand this. She wants you. I heard that the stars wept when you left her and ripped out her heart to feed it to the dogs. Still, she call out your name. Heaven knows why. I'll move heaven and earth to full fill her every wish. But now, it turns out that you're not even lost."
The blond vampire sighed, another dangerous nutcase that listened to the bright stars. Honestly, how many minds did Angelus screw up with his guerrilla warfare back in his days? With a little bit of luck, this wanker could be a lost member of the fine Aurelius clan.
"Look, loopy brains, I'm gonna repeat my friendly request one more time, loud and clear, since you're such a special headcase. Let the girl go. Now!"
The handsome, dark haired young man started to laugh, madly.
"Bad greedy dog. You got two of the girls already. Now you want the last one too?" He traced with the back of his hand over her one cheek that carried the fresh scar of his previous sadistic caress. "You can't have her. This one is reserved for my dark queen. She is special. She has the sight."
Spike studied the vampire cautiously. There was something awfully familiar in the way he spoke, moved and kept rambling at the brink of sanity. It reminded him of someone.
"Drusilla." Spike whispered, her name haunting him and clasping his unbeating heart with icy hands.
"My dark, murderous queen." The mad vampire muttered and closed his eyes as his tongue slipped over the flesh of the young girl, making her yelp in horror. "I can already taste her gratitude for bringing her this gift. She will let me bath in her light till my loins shudder and can take no more."
"Enough. She won't be getting her." Spike raised his fists and gazed up at the vampire dangerously. "Whatever mad plan the bloody little pixies have whispered into her brains this time, it's not going to happen. I won't let it happen."
The insane vampire's eyes twisted from longing and distant into cold and calculative. A crude grin appeared on his pale lips.
"We shall see about that."
Wanna know if Spike can save the girl? On to part four!