Look Mom! No Humanities! 6
Title:- give you one good guess.
Rating:- can't remember
Distribution:- you know the drill.
Ownership:- ditto.
Feedback:- or else.
The body of the *thing* lay on the floor of the hall, completely mutilated. Spike and Sincerity stood back, admiring their work. Spike grinned,
"Could have done with a bit more blood, but I'd say that is a marvellous piece of handcrafted mutilation!"
Sincerity gazed round the room,
"How much more blood can you fit in a blood-bath?!"
The vampire put his arm around her shoulders,
"You'd be surprised!"
They walked over to the door, expecting it to be opened for them. It wasn't. Spike knocked,
"Hello? Anybody going to be stupid enough to let us out of here?"
Sincerity tapped his shoulder,
"Step back."
She ran half way down the hall,
"You out of the way, Spike?"
He took a couple of steps back,
"I am now."
Without much of a warning, the assasin ran, and bust the door with a flying kick. Spike whistled,
"Impressive. Remind me to stay in your good books!"
They stepped through, noting that the rooms were now deserted. She moved the fragments of busted door with her foot,
"Guess they saw us coming."
"Sensible of them to do a bunk. I might have felt hungry."
The vampire eyed the half-blood pretending to be hungry. She punched his shoulder playfully,
"Don't even think it, Bloodbrat!"
"I wish people would stop inventing new names for me! I'm getting pissed off!"
"Hey, what's that?"
She indicated the lap-top on the table, there was a letter stuck to the screen. Spike read it out,
Dear Spike,
You didn't really think you could get rid of me that easily did you? The first half of the prophecy has now been fulfilled. Both of you shall feel the full effects of The Union within a couple of hours. Now the rest is up to you and your charming companion. The remainder of the prophecy you already know, although you may not realise it, it was imprinted in your mind from birth. You are The One, the only being who can recreate the world as it should have been. Ours. This planet was meant to belong to demons such as yourself. You cannot escape this William, it was meant to be.
I have left a list of connections in the window of the van. You will need these to establish a firm grip on Hellmouth. You can expect to hear from me sooner or later.
Go down to the cellar, there you will find provisions and a small army of minions to start you on your way. Take care of yourselves,
All my love and affection, (however unwanted it may be)
Alecia.
"What?"
Sincerity skim read the letter,
"I guess we'll have to go along with it." She smiled, mocking him, "You cannot escape this, William! It's your *destiny*!"
He shrugged,
"Oh well, down to the cellar it is then." Putting the letter in his pocket, Spike took Sincerity's hand and playfully dragged her to the cellar. They found the minions, along with a whole load of cash, and gallons of blood. Spike approved,
"Nice. Do we really need so much blood though? The money I don't mind, but that's a hell of alot of blood!"
The assasin examined their new found minions carefully,
"Where'd she get you lot from? You look like boxers."
"Probably because they are. Alecia was never one to give away good equipment. Nevermind, how are we going to fit all these in the van?"
The ring leader of the assembled thugs helped out,
"I gotta truck out back, we can use that."
Spike looked at him thoughtfully for a moment then nodded,
"Okay, we'll go get the list from the van then we'll all leave in the truck. That way the Slayer can't track us if she's twigged yet and we can all fit in. Is that okay with you?"
The ringleader nodded eagerly, he wasn't going to argue with these two, not if what that woman said was true.
Sincerity ran to get the list from the van while Spike and the others loaded the provisions into the truck. That's when it began to kick in. Spike somehow knew exactly what Sincerity was doing and where she was, and vice versa.
She met them outside the truck, list in hand and carrying her rucksack,
"Did you feel that?"
"What, the psychic thing?"
"Yeah. So this is what The Union does to us? "
"Evidently so. Anyway, who's on the connections list?"
"Um..Ethan Rayne, Alecia, The Mob - whoever they are, Dimitri the assasin - huh! the cheek of it! I'm not having him doing *my* job!"
"Keep going."
"Then there's just a whole load of phone numbers with no names."
They climbed into the front seats after making sure the crew were safely stored in the back. Spike turned on the engine, and they made their way back to Sunnydale,
"So how are we supposed to create a planet ruled by demons from *this*?"
"Not we. You. And I've no idea."
"Fair enough. We'll do whatever my instincts say to do."
Sincerity smiled faintly and sat back in her seat,
"Sunnyhell here we come."
"Hey! Sunnyhell is *my* word!" Then he saw the smug grin on her face, "Get out of my head, bitch!"
"Then you get out of mine, Bloodbrat!"