When He Was Bad 3
Title:- If you don't know, you need a firework under your chair. Maybe you'd wake up...
Rating:- PG13
Distribution:- like, take, have , ask first.
Ownership:- The Almighty Joss Whedon owns all the original characters of BtVs. I own Emily, don't let her tell you otherwise!
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Spike and Emily roamed the streets arm in arm. The elder demon was on full alert, he could sense the approaching menace. Namely, Xander. They rounded a corner and Spike tensed, every vampiric sense he had, trying to relocate the enemy. Xander had disappeared, no trace of him anywhere. Both vampires switched to their game faces as they entered the opposition's territory on the way to their own. The border lines were literally painted on the floor. In white gloss paint. They were about to cross into Angelus' grounds when Spike heard a click behind him. Immediately linking it to the smell of explosives, he pushed Emily out of the way, throwing himself to the floor. The ex-Slayer landed on her own side of the line and watched as Spike rolled out of the way as Xander attempted to shoot him in the head. Flipping to his feet, the vampire kicked the gun out of his enemy's hand and bit him hard in the shoulder as Xander attempted to bowl him over. Sense of duty over coming common sense, Emily joined in, ramming her knee into Xander's thigh, giving him a dead leg. Sire and childe stood and looked on apprehensively as at least 30 of the fallen vamp's minions approached to lend a hand. Spike turned and grabbing his childe by the arm, pulled her over the line. This was supposed to grant them sanctuary - in theory - Xander and Angelus had made a pact, that no-one could spill the blood of the opposition if they were on home ground. No dusting either, nor were they allowed to drag them over the border to kill them. Realising this pact was about to self-destruct, he ordered Emily to run for it, and if he didn't follow suite, she must go get Angelus. Then everything went black.
"I'm sorry! Really!"
"Say it like you *mean* it!"
The soon to be deceased lawyer gulped, nearly slicing his own throat open. Angelus moved the blade closer, smiling sinisterly as the human gave an involuntary yelp as the vampire drew blood.
"I'm sorry! Sorry ! Sorry! Sorry! I mean it! I *do*!"
"Hmm...if it wasn't for the tears and the girly cries, that *might* have had a shred of credability. But, since you lacked tat must needed edge," The vampire paused for effect, watching with satisfaction as his words were processed by his victim, causing his lip to tremble violently, "I may have to eat you."
"No! Please! I'll never break the curfew again! I needed to make my offering at the Bronze! Please!"
"It's a bit too late to beg forgiveness. Not that I'd forgive you, I have a nasty habit of holding eternal grudges."
He was about to sink his teeth into the neck of his intended meal, when Emily sprinted up behind him, 4 vamps in hot pursuit. Without thinking, angelus dropped the lawyer, and went to his grand-daughter's aid. The fight didn't last long, no match for a vampire who's been honing his skills since he left home. Scattering the ashes with his foot, Angelus turned to the youngster, and instantly saw the fear in her eyes. Looking around them, he immediately pinpointed the problem,
"Where's Spike?"
"Xander. He got him with a whole loada vamps. He was out numbered a million to one!"
Snarling in his usual someone-will-die-for-this way, the experienced demon ran in the direction of the Bronze followed closely by Emily.
"Oh, you jammy bastard."
Spike watched Xander intently as he wandered the room with Spike's favourite railroad spike in hand. The only things keeping him from ripping the younger demon limb from limb, were chains that hung him from the ceiling. Xander tossed the spike in the air and caught it in between his teeth. Spike laughed, though no mirth could be found in his laughter,
"You wouldn't know how to use that thing if I handed you a manual with labelled diagrams."
"And this comes from a guy who couldn't twig to the signs of an ambush."
"And that came from a gay tosser who can't tell his arse from his elbow."
Xander patted his backside and held up his elbow,
"Ass. Elbow."
"Ooh, such a *clever* boy! Shame you never got past second grade, you could have had a promising career as a kindergarten teacher."
Xander tossed the spike once more, then laid it down on the trolley Faith so gleefully wheeled in,
"You won't sing so sweetly after I finished with you."
"You call Sex Pistols sweet? Yo, Faith, hun. How's the criminally insane disposition going?"
The psychotic vampiress smiled at him, seeing the complement within the insult,
"Just as well as yours, Bloodbrat."
"So everything's okay?"
"Five by five."
Not liking being excluded from the conversation, Xander drummed the trolley with his fingers, and Spike noted the gleaming surgical tools on it,
"Nice. Could do better myself, but nice."
Angelus lead Emily through the graveyard, and spotting a group of Xander's bunch standing on guard, he strolled to the nearest tree and swung from a branch, snapping it off. It took him no more than a minute to fashion it into a convincing 5ft stake,
"Duck down behind that tomb. Don't move until I tell you to. Got that?"
"Uh, yeah. Just whistle."
He sauntered off in the direction of the vamps, muttering to himself,
"Just whistle? Must be a Slayer thing. Buffy does that too."
"Did I hear my name?"
The petite blonde fell into step beside him and glanced at his stake,
"Goodbye petty skirmishes, hello nuclear warfare."
"Hmm." He stopped and gave a sharp whistle, watching as Emily's head emerged from behind a tombstone, then the rest of her followed suite. "Coming?"
She caught up to them and fell into step the same way Buffy had. All three were armed, Buffy with Mr.Pointy, Emily with Mr.Pointy's twin and Angelus with his 5ft stake. He stopped again and assessed their range. When he was satisfied he couldn't miss, he threw the stake impaling 4 vamps, their ashes mixing to make one big pile of dust. Stunned, the remaining thugs gawped at the approaching menace. They finally twigged to what was happening just in time to duck a swipe of Angelus' branch. Buffy and her fellow ex - Slayer pounced like wild cats, claws flying and teeth giving as good at they got. The ashes were scattered by the wind around their feet and the two vampiresses watched intently as the senior demon held up the only remaining thug, by his neck,
"Where's Harris?"
"In there! In there!"
The girls went to find Spike at a signal from Angelus, while he finished with his prey.
Emily sat at the door with a curvi-grip, trying to unlock the steel door in their way. She snarled as Angelus approached and she stood up, kicking the door hard,
"It won't open!"
He smiled,
"A fledgling's affection for it's Sire. I'll never quite grasp the concept."
He took a set off keys from his pocket, and began to unlock the door,
"Being able to pick pockets comes in handy."
Buffy laughed,
"Xander's not as observant as he thinks."
Angelus looked skyward,
"Get inside. Not long till the sun hs risen properly."
Faith pouted,
"You *never* let me have any fun!"
"You get the same kind of treatment as Will."
"S'funny, I don't remember Faith ever praising your bed routine...come to think of it, I don't think Willow has either."
Xander glared at Spike,
"She's the quite type."
Spike nodded in mock aknowledgement,
"Oh sure. The silent but deadly type. I can see where your coming from. She never makes much noise for me either."
Faith stifled a laugh. Xander fell for the wind-up,
"What are you trying to say?"
"I'm saying your Baby ain't as innocent as she says, Harris."
Faith left the room, unable to keep herself from laughing. Xander slammed his fist on the trolley,
"What?!"
"Harris, can you spell wind-up?"
He snarled, then picked up the revolver on the trolley. Spike complained bitterly,
"That's *mine*!" He watched, irritated as Xander loaded it, " You'll only succeed in emptying my stomach, y'know."
Xander smiled sinisterly and aimed the gun at the ceiling above Spike's head. He fired. Spike roared in pain, the sunlight seeping through the newly punctured roof seering his skin. Adding a couple of more holes in the roof, Xander stepped back, admiring his own work as his prisoner smoked and cursed him to Hell. His joy continued as long as Emily would allow. With a swipe of Angelus' stake, she sent the vampire sprawling onto Spike, shielding him from the direct sunlight and subjecting him to his own torture methods. Buffy heaved Xander off her Sire, and held him up to the roof, blocking the holes and allowing the others to free Spike and get him out. Spike smiled with satisfaction as Harris burst into flames, his screams echoing throughout the building.