Chapter 4

"So what the bloody hell do you want then?" Spike demanded.

He was chained to a damp, stinky wall facing Seraxon. He appeared to be somewhere underground, easily recognisable the putrid smell and dingy atmosphere anywhere.

"You're a pitiful excuse for a vampire." Seraxon spat.

"I'm not. But so what if I am? Don't see how it's any of your sodding business." Spike argued.

"Oh, but it is William. It's what I do."

"William? Please it's Spike now." Spike scoffed.

"Whatever! You were the second most feared vampire of your day! What happened?"

"Oi! First thank you very much!" Spike contested, a little hurt.

"Hardly, you were always second to Angelus." Seraxon replied.

"Captain Forehead is being held over me by a sodding demon."

"And with the Slayer? Shame on you!"

"Listen mate I could do a hell of a lot worse than the Slayer."

"But she's good. The best in fact. It makes me sick." Seraxon practically gagged.

"If it makes you so sick, why were you watching us?"

"I had to be certain the rumours about William the Bloody were true." Seraxon turned away, exasperated.

Spike took his chance. He hoisted himself up, leaning into his chained hands and swinging. With both feet he knocked Seraxon to the ground.