Title: I Am Forever
Author: Vanessa
Rating: R for supernatural violence and language
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the Buffy characters just the ones i made up in my over active brain. This fic is AU.
Pairing: Willow/Tara
Summary: What if Jesse never died? What if Spike's role in Season two/three was totally different? What if Willow really did get turned into a vampire? And what if Angel... well was still exactly the same? ... You would have my story!
Feedback: Yes! Pretty, pretty please!
Chapter 4
(The Taste Of Red)
3:31am
"What no introductions?" Questioned Spike as he watched the two beefed up vampires rush up to him. Stopping their swift attack in bewilderment, Leno and Slug looked at Spike in what seemed like confusion. "Go on, introduce yourselves. I'm Spike," he said, sticking out his right hand for a handshake.
"Leno," said the darker skinned vampire as he too went to go shake Spike's hand. Upon making contact with the bleach blonde's hand, Spike just shook his head at the amateur move. Gripping Leno's left hand in a tight embrace, Spike used his own left hand to grab the man's shirt collar and threw him at his un-expecting partner.
"You guys are bloody dumb," hollered Spike as he used his steal toe leather boats to stomp down on Leno's right hand. "Tell me something," he inquired, as he bent down to remove the rings off Leno's fingers before braking each one individually. As the demons screams grew loader, Spike's pressure on the wrist and fingers grew stronger. "What big bad do you know of asks for introductions?" Releasing the crippled hand he made his way over to Slug who was just starting to come around. "Morning sunshine!"
"Fucking bastard!" spat the slightly chubby and bald headed vampire. "You'll pay for that! I swear by all things right in this world, Master Shantou will see to it that you will never see the light of a full moon again. You will never again get to feel a warm body in your arms. You will never again get to even drink a drop of blood for the wronging you have done to our great Master."
"Oh my fucking god, shut up!" shouted Spike, but the nagging voice of the creature named Slug continued on. With great irritation building up inside of him, Spike scurried around the trash littered street for something to destroy the annoying demon with. Finding a wooden office chair, the mesh stitching torn to pieces resting near a few box's labeled free, Spike yanked off one of the chair's legs before marching back over to Slug.
"You mate, you are what gives us bloke's a bad name," snarled Spike before plunging the stake deep trough Slugs un-beating heart, his ashes splashing upwards into Spike's mouth and nose, the rest over onto his partner Leno.
***
3:30am
"I'm gonna have great pleasure in bring you to the Master," said the Tattooed covered vampire, the smirk on his face evidence enough that he was going to get rewarded immensely.
"And I'm going to have great pleasure in gutting you," deadpanned Willow, the slight upturn of her lips indicating that she had no concern in this fight what so ever. "First I'm going to break your toes," she stated as she looked down, cleaning the dirt out from under her fingernails. "And then I'm going to shatter your left kneecap. Once I'm finished with that, I'm gonna jam that crowbar of yours through your eye socket, straight through your skull."
"That's it little girl," growled the larger vamp, charging the redhead with the crowbar raised high above his head. "Fuck the master, your dead now!" As he stomped closer to the redhead, his boots thudding on the pavement as if he weighed a thousand pounds, Willow stood stock still.
When the heavy broot was within seconds of reaching her, Willow dropped to a crouching position so that the tattooed covered buffoon went sailing over her hunched back. Raising her head over her right shoulder, she watched as the vampire skidded to a stop on his face. With a mischievous look on her own face, Willow swiftly pushed herself off the pavement and walked over to a pile of lose bricks laying on the ground near a few overstuffed garbage bags. Picking up one of the bricks while twirling it around on her palm, she started walking back towards the howling vampire who was missing a good portion of skin on his forehead and left cheek.
Whistling a unidentifiable tune, Willow lent down to untie one of Keith's black boots. When the bulky vamp tried to struggle and get up, she used her own boot, pressed up against his throat to hold him in place. Once his foot was completely bare she picked up the brick once again. Showing the rough textured concrete block to the struggling demon for a few seconds, making sure she got his attention, she then turned her stomach slightly and slammed the block into the vampire's bare foot.
"AHHH!" Keith screamed in complete and utter agony as he felt and heard the bones breaking in his foot. "Stop, stop!" he pleaded when he saw Willow bringing the brick back down to his mangled foot again. "I'm sorry. Please, just stop." He begged again when he noticed there was barely any flesh left on his foot, the phalanges of all his toes were crushed in and his big toe was bent sideways at an odd angle.
"What did I promise next?" asked Willow, whipping the blood off her hands onto her leather pants.
"What?" Keith gasped out.
"What did I promise next?" Willow asked again as she bent down to pick up Keith's abandoned crowbar. "Oh yes, your kneecap." With that said she swung at his slightly raised knee as if she was swinging at a golf ball. When she heard a sickening pop she let out a slight chuckle and a leisurely grin before swinging the crowbar again at the banged up knee.
Catching something out of the corner of her eye, "uhmm, wait right here," Willow said to the dazed and crippled vampire as she walked away from him. Walking up to the green dumpster that she had deposited a vampire into earlier on in the fight. "Hey there," she said in a cheery voice as she leaned against the trash receptacle, placing the crowbar by her side.
"Your mine," he hissed as he peeled rotten food and grungy clothes off of him in order to get out of the trash repository. As he was about to hop out of the big metal bin he notice the redhead pick up something unidentifiable off the floor. "Bitch," he cursed at her as he hoped to the floor. "Any last words?"
"Yeah. Hold this," she said as she grabbed one of his hands with her own and with her other jabbed an eight inch piece of jagged wood through his palm. Turning around she notice Keith trying to stumble his way towards her, the small switch blade in his hands he must have gotten from one of his many loose-fitting pockets lining his pants. Rotating her head from side to side on her shoulders as if trying to work out a kink, she waited until Keith was in the right position before bending down and retrieving the crowbar.
Twirling the crowbar on the tips off her fingers as if the heavy metal was a baton, she stalked closer to the injured vampire. "And know for my final debut," Willow drawled out in a snarky manner. Raising the crowbar so that the straight edge of the object was pointing towards Keith, she broke out into a sprint. Her legs pumping full blast and her right arm poised over her shoulder like a Spartan warrior, Willow waited until she was within exact distance of the wounded vamp before plunging the flattened end of the tool through his eye like promised. "Taah daah!" she sung out, laughing in a crazy manner.
"Will," Spike yelled over to her, wiping the dust of Leno off his jacket. "Are you gonna finish these two rejects off or am I gonna have too." He moved over to the young vampire who had the piece of wood sticking out of his hand. "And what happened here?" he asked of the quaking vamp who was trying in vain to remove the splintered piece of wood.
"She uh…she…,"he spluttered not making any sense.
"Mate look," clucked Spike. With his hand outstretched, palm down over the jutting piece of wood, he slammed it down. With his abrupt force he slammed the piece of wood right through the vamps hand, sending splinters and blood flying everywhere.
"Thank you, tha-" before the words could be finished the vampire evolved into a pill of dust.
"Oh no problem chum," smiled Spike as he waved his hand back and forth in front of him to clear away the ashes. Slipping the makeshift stake he made out of the chair leg back into his pocket, Spike walked over to Willow where she was holding down Keith's head with her boot.
"uhh, muhh…guhh" gurgled Keith as Willow pulled on the flat edge of the steel bar, making the curved side hook even further into the exposed eye socket. Placing more pressure on the back of Keith's head, Willow pulled even firmer on the tool making the bent side sink farther into the man's skull, twisting the steel beam until she felt the twitching stop and demon underneath her become stock still.
"Willow, that is disgusting," Spike said with a grimace on his face as he bent down to check out the exiting wound in Keith's head. "Good job!"
"What shall we do with him?" asked Willow, looking down at the immobilized vampire in disgust.
"Leave him. If Thomas doesn't find him then the sun will," smirked Spike, starting to walk off.
"Fuck!" shouted Willow startling her Sire. "I forgot my jacket," she yelled in frustration while looking down, only then realizing that she wasn't wearing her leather duster.
"Forget it, I'll get you a new one," Spike waved it off as he watched his childe sulk about her coat. "Now are you ready to leave, the suns going to be making its way soon." He started walking once again Willow close behind him. "Oh and pet," he turned around to the redhead who still had a frown etched on her face. "Wipe your hands. Your dripping blood and we don't need no extra company."
Looking down at her hands covered in her enemy's blood, she decided to lick it off instead of wiping them onto her already ruined leather pants. As she was licking away the last few traces of blood on her finger tips she couldn't help but mumble out to Spike one more time. "I can't believe I forgot my fucking jacket!"
***
5:23am
"Uh, c-can y-you tell m-me how to get t-to SunnyDale C-campus?" asked Tara, stopping on the second step of the bus stairs.
"What do I look like, a fucking road map? I'm a Loop Bus bus driver. I drive you from point A to point B," said the disgruntled balding man who looked like he was in his mid-fifties. Upon seeing the distressed look on the blondes face he decided to help her out. "Look, you go down this block," he pointed to a dimly lit street, "travel down there for three blocks. Take a left onto Elms street, and then go down four blocks. After that take another left. That should do it little lady, it should be right there." He gave her a glaring look, daring her to ask another question.
"T-thanks," Tara stuttered as she bounded down the stairs, the bus doors closing quickly behind her.