Look Mom! No Humanities! 2
Title:- see above
Rating:- Pg13
Distribution:- like, take, have, ask.
Ownership:- Once again, I own none of these characters, except Alecia - who you will know is dead now so some demonic god owns her....or something like that....
Feedback:- Please review!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Any flames will be considered as a pathetic attempt to piss me off.
Buffy and Anya approached Spike's crypt. He'd promised to help with patrol for the next two weeks, but that was *last* night, and the rebellious vampire was known to frequently change his mind when it came to assisting the Scooby Gang. The door was hanging off it's hinges, and the crypt was empty. Empty not including the dead body on the floor. Buffy rushed to her/its side and felt for a pulse,
"She's dead."
"Time of death, around....last night."
Buffy stared at Anya,
"And you know alot about forensic evidence do you?"
"Yeah, well when you've avenged as many as I have, you get to know the signs."
Buffy returned her eyes to the dead girl. She tilted the head, and watched as it fell back into place,
"No neck support. It's broken."
"I'd have thought you could tell that by it's extremely un-natural angle."
"Spike couldn't have done this."
Anya knelt beside her companion, and closey examined the girl's jewellry,
"Yes he could. If this girl is who her pendant says she is, Spike had every reason to."
She removed the necklace, and turned the gemstone over in her hands. The emerald was held in place by a silver clasp, fashioned to look like seven tiny hands holding it. The back was all silver, with an inscription in vampiric. Anya translated it.,
"This is she, who can set them free." She looked at the dead body, "Only a demon would understand that."
Buffy stood up,
"We'd better show Giles, come on."
They left, leaving Alecia's body in the corner, hidden from human eyes.
"This is she, who can set them free." Anya politely repeated the inscription to Giles. He looked at her incomprehensively,
"Set who free?"
"The vampires."
Still no-one understood so the ex-vengeance demon explained further,
"Alecia is The Eater of Humanity. She been around since...since...forever! She can eat humanity and give it back. She can turn vampires into walking killing machines."
Buffy snorted,
"Aren't they suposed to be like that anyway?"
"Yeah, but every demon will have its humanities - some more than others. Alecia completely frees the demon inside"
The Slayer thought for a moment,
"Right, so Spike has killed this demon chick so she can't take his humanities?"
"No, The Eater can only be summoned. Spike must have read the incantations and wished her to remove his humanities."
"But he killed her before she could, right?"
Both Giles and Anya were doubtful. Giles looked over Anya's shoulder to read the book in her hands,
"She has the ability to rid the chosen vampire of all disabilities. The blind will see, the lame will walk etc....she is also able to remove any restraints."
Buffy's brow furrowed with concern,
"Bye bye chip?"
Anya nodded,
"Bye bye chip."
"I'm the king of the wooorld!!"
Spike stood on top of Sunnydale Townhall, arms spread either side of him, letting the cool breeze blow his coat out behind him. His head was clear, he felt no guilt. He was enjoying himself tremendously and very full. He only wished he could see the look on the Slayer's face when she discovered all 17 bodies in her mother's back yard. The vampire slid down the roof, hopping to the pavement below. Then he caught sight of Willow coming home from the library with a stack of Wiccan books in her arms. Trying to restrain his ever increasing hunger, Spike stole up behind her, tapped her on the right shoulder then came round her left.
"Hey, Spike. Aren't you supposed to be partrolling?"
"Playing truant. Bad Spike, slap wrist!"
Willow giggled at the vampire's antics, and allowed him to carry the books for her,
"Thanks. Be careful, they're heavy."
"Nah, your just a weekling!"
"You're in a good mood! What're you up to?"
"Nuthin' just helping a fair young maiden like yourself."
"Fair perhaps, but I'm hardly a maiden."
"True. But you're definately fair."
The Wiccan eyed the vampire in mock suspiscion,
"Alright, smart-ass, what're you after?"
Spike went game face and gave his prettiest, most malignant smile,
"Your blood."
Willow faltered for a moment, stopping dead in her tracks. Spike returned to his human form and laughed whole heartedly,
"Joking! Really I was! Gotta chip stuck in my head remember?"
She visibly relaxed, all her temporary fear released at the vampire's cheerful laughter,
"Oh yeah. Y'know you almost had me fooled for a second there."
"Oh you know me, world's best actor!"
Willow linked arms with him, not realising how good an actor the demon really was, she invited him to join them for dinner and he accepted. Though suffered from an "asthma attack" and had to refrain from eating the casserole Mrs. Rosenburg had so caringly prepared.
Willow and her fanged friend waved as Mr. and Mrs. Rosenburg left for the movies,
"So, you wanna watch a movie?"
Spike shrugged,
"If you like, Pet."
He retired to the sofa as she selected a suitable film and fed it to the VCR. Spike approved,
"Silence of the Lambs, you have taste!"
Willow deliberately sat at the other end of the sofa, feeling slightly uncomfortable being left alone in the house with a vampire. Spike sensed this and his confidence increased.
"You're tense, Pet."
"It's um...stress. I've had a hard time at uni."
"Want a shoulder rub?"
"Ah, no thanks. I'll be okay."
"Sure?" She nodded and Spike smiled. The wiccan switched off the lamp - the only light source in the room - and settled down to watch the film.
The hungry vampire saw her tension increase as Hannibal cut off the guard's face and wore it as a mask. Time to make a move.
"You alright, love?"
"Er...no, not really." She confessed, Willow wasn't the type to watch films like this. He moved up the sofa towards her and allowed her to bury her face in his shoulder. He hugged her as the gore increased,
"I'll switch it off if you want."
"No, s'okay."
Without her seeing, Spike wrapped his foot around the wire for the TV and pulled. The screen went blank as the power was cut. Cue lightning, it began to pour down outside, thunder rolled and lightning sent blue cracks down the night sky.
"Power cut." The vampire lied smoothly, he was always so good at it. "I'll go see if it can be fixed."
"There's a torch in that drawer."
"No need, vampiric nightvision really comes in handy."
He proceeded to the cellar, and examined the powerpoint. Of there was nothing wrong with it, he enjoyed playing mind games with humans. Especially women, they got so tense and frightened. He sauntered back up the stairs and into the front room with an ease only the most experienced of predators could achieve.
"It's bust. Completely screwed up. It'll have to wait till morning." God, he loved lying. "When are your parents coming home?"
"They're not. They're staying at a hotel in LA for the week." Spike smiled. Even better.
"It's nearly dawn. I'd go but I don't want to leave you on your own in this weather. You don't know what could happen, it might be a twister." More lies.
Willow looked panick-stricken,
"No! Please don't go!" He could feel the fear radiating from her, and he absorbed it like a sponge. The vampire was loving every moment of it.
He sat beside her, and hugged her as a friend would, as she trembled, though mainly from fear of asking him to stay. He was a vampire, she was fang-fodder.