You Will Know Him By The Trail Of The Dead
Title:- see above
Rating:-PG13
Distribution:- like, take, have, ask first.
Ownership:- Joss is God. I am not. Is that enough?
Feedback :- PLEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Auhtor's Notes:- Yet again I remind you that hte Scooby Gang still think that Spike is Angel, and meanwhile Angelus has returned, as dangerous as ever.
Spike sat back and smiled triumphantly. Stupid girl. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to trust strange men? Especially those with fangs and a irrepressable craving for human blood. Evidently not. Buffy looked at him, slightly apprehensively,
"So, now what?"
He went to leave,
"You wait till I return either the news you want to hear. If I don't, I've been dusted."
They watched as he left and Willow turned to her friend,
"He was a *vampire*?!"
"Uh-huh. With a soul. Not so dangerous."
Spike listened at the door for a moment. When he was satisfied they'd bought it, he fixed his clothes, and headed back towards home. His Sire was back, suddenly things looked alot better.
For no apparent reason, Angelus unlinked arms with his Sire and his Childe and did a cartwheel. Without his hands. He stood upright again and noted the alarm on the girls' faces,
"Just wanted to know if I could still do it. Haven't had reason to in...uh...142yrs."
He linked arms with them again and resumed his "Come anywhere near me with that weapon and I'll break every bone in your body" attitude.
A crowd of vampires had assembled around the Master's throne as he made a speech, Angelus walked in as if he owned the place. He saw Spike and signalled for him to come over. The blonde vampire walked over. He had inherited his Sire's walk and superior air when he was made. As far as Angelus was concerned, they were almost equal. Almost. They embraced and Angelus patted his Childe on the back,
"Thanks, I owe you one."
"You owe me nothing. I should have done that over a century ago."
The elder vampire shrugged,
"True. But you might not have become what you are today if you had."
"Also true, but you don't see me complaining."
The crowd of minions dispersed and the five vampires were left alone with the Master.
"Angelus, so pleased you found the time to drop by."
The Master treated Angelus as an equal. He always had done. Spike's Sire had a complex about anyone having a higher rank than his. He didn't mind being equal to a few demons, but not lower than them. If he didn't kill those higher than himself, he'd make them wish he had. The Master then turned to Spike,
"William, I'd appreciate it if you told me what is going on. I must admit this *is* a nice surprise, but what is it all for?"
"The completion of the Harvest, Master. The Slayer thinks I am Angel, that Angelus is Spike and that the spell I performed, with their help was to give Spike his soul back."
"Explain."
"I told them that it had been prophecised that once Spike was given his soul back, you two would destroy eachother, bringing the Harvest to a halt, and preventing Spike from turning again."
The Master raised an eyebrow,
"So the spell was to turn me, and increase the pace of the Harvest?"
"Exactly. And get my Sire back. Life was boring without him to beat the humanities out of me."
Angelus smiled at Spike with a vampiric affection achieved only by a Sire and his Childe, then frowned slightly,
"I'm hungry, let's go eat."
Buffy sat in Giles' front room, recieving the lecture of her life,
"You are *my* Slayer! You do *not* go off doing whatever you like without telling me! As the Chosen One, you have certain responsibilities to - " She drowned his voice out with her thoughts and the ticking of his grandfather clock. It was sunset, she stood abruptly and grabbed her stake from the table top,
"Sorry, gotta dash! Places to go, demons to slay, you know how it is!"
The Watcher gazed after her and shook his head,
"I know all too well."
"Angel" was at the rendez-vous point as promised. He stood in his leather jacket, black jeans and red shirt leaning casually against the cemetary gates,
"Bad news, Luv."
"What?"
"Spike's been killed, but the Master still remains so the Harvest is still underway."
"I'll just have to kill him then won't I?"
"Uh, guess so, Pet."
"Shall we?"
"Shall we what?"
"Kill the Master. Y'know the Bad Guy."
"I..um..can't."
"Why?"
Spike indicated the gates to the mausoleum, the gates to the Master's realm,
"They don't like me much. Y'know the whole soul thing."
"I see. Oh well, you go back to Giles and the others, and I'll do the slaying."
As they parted, Spike almost laughed. He'd done it. She was on her way to a certain death. Bloody wonderful.
The blonde vampire knocked on Giles' door. It was opened by the red-head,
"Angel! What's the matter?"
"I think I'd better come in."
Buffy roamed the underground tunnels of the Master's lair, armed with a crossbow and her stake tucked into her belt.
"So pleased you could join us for dinner."
She whirled round, the Master was standing at arms' length. All her instincts as the Slayer told her to fire. Fire the crossbow. Like now if you value your life. He smiled,
"Unfortunately, you're on tonight's menu. Hope you don't mind."
Buffy froze as vampires surrounded her, then she saw Spike - or who she thought was Spike, the dark-haired vampire introduced himself,
"I'm Angelus. Thankyou for relieving me of my soul again."
Spike sat on the sofa, going through the whole episode with the Scooby Gang,
"We went down to the mausoleum together to fight the Master...he was too strong...she told me to go get you lot...I...I shouldn't have left her." Congratulations, Spike, you've just won Best Actor. "She held them off as I got out...we have to go and get her out of there! She'll be killed!" But then again, that was the general idea, he thought to himself.
There was an urgent knock on the door. Spike struggled to stop himself from smiling. Right on cue. He opened the door and a "terrified" minor vamp fell at his feet begging for help,
"Angel! The Master has walked! He's risen!"
"Where abouts is he headed?"
"The High School!"
"Now's our chance to find Buffy."
He signalled for the others to follow him, and they headed towards the mausoleum. Giles stopped them half-way through the graveyard,
"We should split up."
Spike looked doubtful,
"Why?"
"So we can delay the Master from reaching Hellmouth."
"Good idea."
"Xander, you go with Angel. Will come with me, we're bait."
The two teams went their seperate ways and Spike was feeling as happy as ever. Kill them all in one go. So easy. They found Buffy in the Master's lair. Face down in a puddle. She'd been drowned. Xander rushed to her side and began CPR. Spike allowed him to revive her, then drained him before Buffy had come round properly. He dumped the body round the corner and waited for the Slayer to come round.
There wasn't much of a struggle, she was already half-dead.
Spike left the mausoleum slightly wet, and very full. He headed for the Hellmouth, knowing perfectly well the Harvest wasn't until the following night.
Spike was the Vessel. The more he drank, the more powerful the Master became, until he had drunk enough to enable the Master to walk. This was going to be fun. Homemade blood baths. Bliss.
Title:- see above
Rating:-PG13
Distribution:- like, take, have, ask first.
Ownership:- Joss is God. I am not. Is that enough?
Feedback :- PLEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Auhtor's Notes:- Yet again I remind you that hte Scooby Gang still think that Spike is Angel, and meanwhile Angelus has returned, as dangerous as ever.
Spike sat back and smiled triumphantly. Stupid girl. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to trust strange men? Especially those with fangs and a irrepressable craving for human blood. Evidently not. Buffy looked at him, slightly apprehensively,
"So, now what?"
He went to leave,
"You wait till I return either the news you want to hear. If I don't, I've been dusted."
They watched as he left and Willow turned to her friend,
"He was a *vampire*?!"
"Uh-huh. With a soul. Not so dangerous."
Spike listened at the door for a moment. When he was satisfied they'd bought it, he fixed his clothes, and headed back towards home. His Sire was back, suddenly things looked alot better.
For no apparent reason, Angelus unlinked arms with his Sire and his Childe and did a cartwheel. Without his hands. He stood upright again and noted the alarm on the girls' faces,
"Just wanted to know if I could still do it. Haven't had reason to in...uh...142yrs."
He linked arms with them again and resumed his "Come anywhere near me with that weapon and I'll break every bone in your body" attitude.
A crowd of vampires had assembled around the Master's throne as he made a speech, Angelus walked in as if he owned the place. He saw Spike and signalled for him to come over. The blonde vampire walked over. He had inherited his Sire's walk and superior air when he was made. As far as Angelus was concerned, they were almost equal. Almost. They embraced and Angelus patted his Childe on the back,
"Thanks, I owe you one."
"You owe me nothing. I should have done that over a century ago."
The elder vampire shrugged,
"True. But you might not have become what you are today if you had."
"Also true, but you don't see me complaining."
The crowd of minions dispersed and the five vampires were left alone with the Master.
"Angelus, so pleased you found the time to drop by."
The Master treated Angelus as an equal. He always had done. Spike's Sire had a complex about anyone having a higher rank than his. He didn't mind being equal to a few demons, but not lower than them. If he didn't kill those higher than himself, he'd make them wish he had. The Master then turned to Spike,
"William, I'd appreciate it if you told me what is going on. I must admit this *is* a nice surprise, but what is it all for?"
"The completion of the Harvest, Master. The Slayer thinks I am Angel, that Angelus is Spike and that the spell I performed, with their help was to give Spike his soul back."
"Explain."
"I told them that it had been prophecised that once Spike was given his soul back, you two would destroy eachother, bringing the Harvest to a halt, and preventing Spike from turning again."
The Master raised an eyebrow,
"So the spell was to turn me, and increase the pace of the Harvest?"
"Exactly. And get my Sire back. Life was boring without him to beat the humanities out of me."
Angelus smiled at Spike with a vampiric affection achieved only by a Sire and his Childe, then frowned slightly,
"I'm hungry, let's go eat."
Buffy sat in Giles' front room, recieving the lecture of her life,
"You are *my* Slayer! You do *not* go off doing whatever you like without telling me! As the Chosen One, you have certain responsibilities to - " She drowned his voice out with her thoughts and the ticking of his grandfather clock. It was sunset, she stood abruptly and grabbed her stake from the table top,
"Sorry, gotta dash! Places to go, demons to slay, you know how it is!"
The Watcher gazed after her and shook his head,
"I know all too well."
"Angel" was at the rendez-vous point as promised. He stood in his leather jacket, black jeans and red shirt leaning casually against the cemetary gates,
"Bad news, Luv."
"What?"
"Spike's been killed, but the Master still remains so the Harvest is still underway."
"I'll just have to kill him then won't I?"
"Uh, guess so, Pet."
"Shall we?"
"Shall we what?"
"Kill the Master. Y'know the Bad Guy."
"I..um..can't."
"Why?"
Spike indicated the gates to the mausoleum, the gates to the Master's realm,
"They don't like me much. Y'know the whole soul thing."
"I see. Oh well, you go back to Giles and the others, and I'll do the slaying."
As they parted, Spike almost laughed. He'd done it. She was on her way to a certain death. Bloody wonderful.
The blonde vampire knocked on Giles' door. It was opened by the red-head,
"Angel! What's the matter?"
"I think I'd better come in."
Buffy roamed the underground tunnels of the Master's lair, armed with a crossbow and her stake tucked into her belt.
"So pleased you could join us for dinner."
She whirled round, the Master was standing at arms' length. All her instincts as the Slayer told her to fire. Fire the crossbow. Like now if you value your life. He smiled,
"Unfortunately, you're on tonight's menu. Hope you don't mind."
Buffy froze as vampires surrounded her, then she saw Spike - or who she thought was Spike, the dark-haired vampire introduced himself,
"I'm Angelus. Thankyou for relieving me of my soul again."
Spike sat on the sofa, going through the whole episode with the Scooby Gang,
"We went down to the mausoleum together to fight the Master...he was too strong...she told me to go get you lot...I...I shouldn't have left her." Congratulations, Spike, you've just won Best Actor. "She held them off as I got out...we have to go and get her out of there! She'll be killed!" But then again, that was the general idea, he thought to himself.
There was an urgent knock on the door. Spike struggled to stop himself from smiling. Right on cue. He opened the door and a "terrified" minor vamp fell at his feet begging for help,
"Angel! The Master has walked! He's risen!"
"Where abouts is he headed?"
"The High School!"
"Now's our chance to find Buffy."
He signalled for the others to follow him, and they headed towards the mausoleum. Giles stopped them half-way through the graveyard,
"We should split up."
Spike looked doubtful,
"Why?"
"So we can delay the Master from reaching Hellmouth."
"Good idea."
"Xander, you go with Angel. Will come with me, we're bait."
The two teams went their seperate ways and Spike was feeling as happy as ever. Kill them all in one go. So easy. They found Buffy in the Master's lair. Face down in a puddle. She'd been drowned. Xander rushed to her side and began CPR. Spike allowed him to revive her, then drained him before Buffy had come round properly. He dumped the body round the corner and waited for the Slayer to come round.
There wasn't much of a struggle, she was already half-dead.
Spike left the mausoleum slightly wet, and very full. He headed for the Hellmouth, knowing perfectly well the Harvest wasn't until the following night.
Spike was the Vessel. The more he drank, the more powerful the Master became, until he had drunk enough to enable the Master to walk. This was going to be fun. Homemade blood baths. Bliss.