Nice Guys Finish Last - Got That?


Author's Notes:
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"William the Bloody, sir, someone to see you."
"Don't call me that!...Who is it?"
"A young lady ,sir , she says she's an old friend."
"What's she looking like?"
The doorman peered around the doorway, then returned to face his leader,
"Dark hair, quite tall, very slim."
"London accent?"
"Yes."
"Vampire?"
"Yes, sir."
"Drusilla?"
Dru pushed past the vampire, angry she should have to wait so long to see "her" Spike. She looked at Spike, then at Harmony who was sitting on his knee,
"Who's she?"
"Dru, meet Harmony. Harmony, this is Drusilla."
The two women glared at each other, then Harmony smiled triumphantly as Spike explained to Dru who she was,
"She's my..um...what did you call it?"
"Girlfriend." Harmony chirped.
"Yeah, Harmony's my girlfriend. You have no place here." He signalled for his guards and watched with satisfaction as Dry was carted off. He had acquired his own "empire" in 2 days. Record timing. He'd also visited his 177yr old account and discovered he was a potential millionaire. This couldn't better. The doorman left the room and came back with the phone,
"It's for you."
"Hello?"
The voice at the other end was harsh, it sounded like a car pulling up on a gravel path,.
"Spike, I believe."
"Who's asking?"
"Dimitri."
"The assassin?"
"Who's asking?"
"Very funny. You know who I am."
"Yes. William the Bloody."
"Quit the pleasantries, this is a business call I presume?"
"Correct. Who is the lucky man?"
"Woman."
"Oh?"
"The Slayer."
"There is a high fee on her head."
"How much?"
"Depends on how she dies."
"Payment will be discussed after she is pulse-free."
"Fair enough."
"I expect to get what I pay for."
"You will."
"I want to see the body."
"I shall see to it."
"No vamping."
"Understood."
"How soon can you do it?"
"She will have rigor mortis within a week."
Spike grinned maliciously, and looked at Harmony who was currently filing her nails,
"I want a quick death, no chance of escape."
"As you wish."
"Within the week you say?"
"I believe so."
"Good. I'm afraid I can't help you though, I have less trivial matters on my hands."
"Understood."
"It will be done within a week then, see you then."
"Farewell."
"Yeah, bye."
Hanging up, Spike sighed,
"I'd rather do it myself. But I've more important things to do."
He stood, and selecting a significantly sized battle-axe from the chest beside him, motioned for his guards to follow,
"Elimination of all opposition begins."




Dru stormed through Sunnydale, breaking the necks of several humans as she went. She could have carried on like this if she hadn't run into Buffy. Both women looked at each other for a moment, then Buffy spoke,
"What are you doing back here?!"
"Mind your own business."
"This is my business, you're in *my* territory."
"No, I'm in *Spike's* territory."
The conversation carried on in this way until Dru grew bored and tried to walk away. She got as far as the corner, when saw Spike carrying a battle-axe, at the head of a huge pack of vampires.
"Oh God!"
Dru turned and ran back the way she came. No Buffy.



The Slayer hurtled into Willy's Place in hot pursuit of a very tall, very muscular vampire who'd carried off one of her next-door neighbours right infront of her eyes. She looked around, the bar was empty. Willy came up from under the bar, he'd been looking for something, or so he said.
"Where is everyone?"
"Dunno, not many demons come in at the weekend."
"Willy, it's Saturday! This place is always packed on Saturday!"
"Well obviously not tonight."
Buffy stared long at hard at the human, his hands were shaking, and his speech was rehearsed. He was being prompted. She turned to see a tall black figure, dressed entirely in black robes, with eyes that shone silver. It spoke with a voice that sounded like Spike's tomb opening ,
"Ms. Summers, I presume?"
"Who wants to know?!"
"I do."
"Yeah, I gathered that."
"Do you ever dream of death?"
Buffy was startled,
"Say what?!"
The black demon stood over her, it seemed to grow before her very eyes.
"You heard me."
"No, can't say that I did." She saw Willy hastily leaving from the corner of her eye, and she looked at her watch, "Oh look at the time, I really have to go."
"Stay, we've only just met."
Buffy felt her head heat up, she felt as if she was on a BBQ. Falling to her knees, she saw the room turn red and then everything went black.
Dimitri nudged her with his toe,
"Dead. Now to find Spike"
Heaving the body up and over his shoulder, the assassin left via the back door and went in search of his current employer.