*SPIKE*
Finally something we both agreed on. We had to stop the "rumours" about the resident vampires (us) spreading, and we had to do it fast. We dressed in our usual evening attire, including the gentleman's cane, the gloves and the hat. We sauntered through the heart of London, wiping out the offending gossipers when we could. No-one noticed that we fitted the description perfectly. Nor that we were wearing the same style clothes as the gents in our "wanted dead" posters. We were close to the town-square where there was news of a bonfire. It was meant for any "spawn of Satan" or "Hellbeasts" that happened to be in the area. As we rounded the corner into the square, I noted the rows of offenders, lined up ready for execution. Angelus froze and I followed his gaze. I nearly died again never to be reborn. We looke at eachother, his expression pretty much mirrored my own. Pure horror. The first up was Drusilla and the next was the coachman. I was unable to move out of terror for her as she was dragged to the 7ft stake in the centre of the clearing and bound and gagged. The cries of the accused innocents ceased as they watched the priest stand before my beloved Sire, and ordered her to repent her sins. In answer to his commands, she shook her head violently, completely unafraid of the flames carried on the torches of the peasants or the consecrated water carried by the children. The priest began to chant and Angelus began to move, slowly at first but increasing in speed as the fire and water bearers grew closer to their target. Dru. He stopped behind the priest and glared over his shoulder at the holy scriptures, all in Latin. But he couldn't bring himself to do anything. Sure, he would quite happily snuff out the lives of every human in the city, but these implements of execution were to close to his Childe for him to threaten the holy man's life. I made my way around to the back of the executioners and cringed as I saw the children make their way to the front, each one carrying a sponge soaked in holy water. I restrained my snarls. They were going to make a fool of her, throw these sponges at her as if she were the village idiot. Neither of us could do a thing as they began.
*ANGELUS*
I saw Spike turn away, he couldn't bare to watch as they dowsed her with the sacred water, I prayed to whatever supreme being who looks over demons that she'd get out of this virtually unscathed. The water made her skin smoulder and the peasants shouted insults and accusations at her, yet still she showed no fear. The last child threw his last sponge and it was finally too much. The pain caused her face to contort and her eyes shone golden, filled with hatred and blood-lust. That was enough. I refused to stand by and watch while my baby was tortured, maimed then finally destroyed. Unleashing my anger, I lunged at the priest, fangs bared and ready to be of use. I drained him. I drained him there and then of every drop of blood he possessed. Smiling triumphantly, I flung his limp and lifeless body into the crowd of peasants, their fighting spirit crushed as their main source of defence was slaughtered before their eyes. Feeling the stolen blood pumping through my vains, I felt completely revitalised and charged at the column of torch-bearing peasants. Spike took this as his cue to save his Sire and he did it with skill. I was never one to compliment the boy or speak a single benigne word to him but he earned my praise that night.
Seizing hold of the cart that imprisoned the accused, he swivelled it around and pushed with all his undead strength, sending it hurtling into the crowd of executioners that had collected around Drusilla to prevent us from reaching her. The crowd scattered in all directions and the cart crashed into the stake which Dru was tied to, knocking over and partially freeing her. She squirmed, chewing the gag with her fangs as Spike slowly undid the ropes which by this time were soaked in consecrated water.
I continued to create complete chaos whilst he helped her to her feet from an arms' lenghth. He threw open the door to the cart and allowed most of the people to escape except the few who were saved to help Drusilla regain her strength and heal faster. She climbed in and so did he, making his way to the front where the horses stood anxiously, sensing the fear emitted from every human. He drove closer to me and I got in. We left London and went straight to Norfolk where it was safer for Dru.
*SPIKE*
Christmas came and Angelus looked all too proud as he brought out his oh-so-sparkly piece of antiquity for Drusilla. She loved the necklace instantly, but of course, she always loved anything Angelus gave her. Both turned to me expectantly, waiting for me to give her my gift. I grinned,
"Stay right here. It's outside."
When I came back, the look on both Dru's and Angelus' faces was priceless. Drusilla was delighted, true gratitude, not the kind she showed to Angelus simply because he was her Sire, but *true* gratitude. Angelus was fuming as I gave Dru her gift. He was a soldier from the regiment that had taken up camp not far off. Oh how she loved soldiers and this man was no exception. She gave him her undivided attention as she cooed over him and played with his hair. The poor man was pertified beyond words and I was loving every moment of it. So was she. When it came to the kill she was speechless, she couldn't believe that I had gone to all that trouble just for her, when her Sire had just thrust his fit through a window and brought it out holding a necklace. None of us knew that she wouldn't be this happy again till our little trio parted and she left for Spain with me to tour across Europe.
And there stood Angelus, time and time again the scourge of Europe, infuriated and all of his anger was directed at me. Oh I paid for that little triumph and he made me pay well.
*ANGELUS*
Oh he was sorry for that act of defiance after I was through with him. But then I suppose I was never through with him, I never considered him to be anywhere near my rank in vampiric society till he'd dismembered his third Slayer. When I'd finished he bled. He was just an empty vessel meant for blood storage and a leaky one at that. His nose was totally broken, as was his jaw. I'd broken his arms in three places and dislocated his hip but he had hardly made an effort to fight back. Then again, he knew that if he attempted to stand up to me I would really make him hurt. Of course I had to apologise soon afterwards. I had to or my baby, Drusilla, would never speak to me again. He had smurked as those words left my lips.
"I'm sorry."
He knew how I hate to apologise to anyone at all. The only person I've apologised to without my soul screaming at me to do so, was Dru. She was too sensitive and as crazy as they came so I had to make an exception for her and, on this one occasion, her brat.
Finally something we both agreed on. We had to stop the "rumours" about the resident vampires (us) spreading, and we had to do it fast. We dressed in our usual evening attire, including the gentleman's cane, the gloves and the hat. We sauntered through the heart of London, wiping out the offending gossipers when we could. No-one noticed that we fitted the description perfectly. Nor that we were wearing the same style clothes as the gents in our "wanted dead" posters. We were close to the town-square where there was news of a bonfire. It was meant for any "spawn of Satan" or "Hellbeasts" that happened to be in the area. As we rounded the corner into the square, I noted the rows of offenders, lined up ready for execution. Angelus froze and I followed his gaze. I nearly died again never to be reborn. We looke at eachother, his expression pretty much mirrored my own. Pure horror. The first up was Drusilla and the next was the coachman. I was unable to move out of terror for her as she was dragged to the 7ft stake in the centre of the clearing and bound and gagged. The cries of the accused innocents ceased as they watched the priest stand before my beloved Sire, and ordered her to repent her sins. In answer to his commands, she shook her head violently, completely unafraid of the flames carried on the torches of the peasants or the consecrated water carried by the children. The priest began to chant and Angelus began to move, slowly at first but increasing in speed as the fire and water bearers grew closer to their target. Dru. He stopped behind the priest and glared over his shoulder at the holy scriptures, all in Latin. But he couldn't bring himself to do anything. Sure, he would quite happily snuff out the lives of every human in the city, but these implements of execution were to close to his Childe for him to threaten the holy man's life. I made my way around to the back of the executioners and cringed as I saw the children make their way to the front, each one carrying a sponge soaked in holy water. I restrained my snarls. They were going to make a fool of her, throw these sponges at her as if she were the village idiot. Neither of us could do a thing as they began.
*ANGELUS*
I saw Spike turn away, he couldn't bare to watch as they dowsed her with the sacred water, I prayed to whatever supreme being who looks over demons that she'd get out of this virtually unscathed. The water made her skin smoulder and the peasants shouted insults and accusations at her, yet still she showed no fear. The last child threw his last sponge and it was finally too much. The pain caused her face to contort and her eyes shone golden, filled with hatred and blood-lust. That was enough. I refused to stand by and watch while my baby was tortured, maimed then finally destroyed. Unleashing my anger, I lunged at the priest, fangs bared and ready to be of use. I drained him. I drained him there and then of every drop of blood he possessed. Smiling triumphantly, I flung his limp and lifeless body into the crowd of peasants, their fighting spirit crushed as their main source of defence was slaughtered before their eyes. Feeling the stolen blood pumping through my vains, I felt completely revitalised and charged at the column of torch-bearing peasants. Spike took this as his cue to save his Sire and he did it with skill. I was never one to compliment the boy or speak a single benigne word to him but he earned my praise that night.
Seizing hold of the cart that imprisoned the accused, he swivelled it around and pushed with all his undead strength, sending it hurtling into the crowd of executioners that had collected around Drusilla to prevent us from reaching her. The crowd scattered in all directions and the cart crashed into the stake which Dru was tied to, knocking over and partially freeing her. She squirmed, chewing the gag with her fangs as Spike slowly undid the ropes which by this time were soaked in consecrated water.
I continued to create complete chaos whilst he helped her to her feet from an arms' lenghth. He threw open the door to the cart and allowed most of the people to escape except the few who were saved to help Drusilla regain her strength and heal faster. She climbed in and so did he, making his way to the front where the horses stood anxiously, sensing the fear emitted from every human. He drove closer to me and I got in. We left London and went straight to Norfolk where it was safer for Dru.
*SPIKE*
Christmas came and Angelus looked all too proud as he brought out his oh-so-sparkly piece of antiquity for Drusilla. She loved the necklace instantly, but of course, she always loved anything Angelus gave her. Both turned to me expectantly, waiting for me to give her my gift. I grinned,
"Stay right here. It's outside."
When I came back, the look on both Dru's and Angelus' faces was priceless. Drusilla was delighted, true gratitude, not the kind she showed to Angelus simply because he was her Sire, but *true* gratitude. Angelus was fuming as I gave Dru her gift. He was a soldier from the regiment that had taken up camp not far off. Oh how she loved soldiers and this man was no exception. She gave him her undivided attention as she cooed over him and played with his hair. The poor man was pertified beyond words and I was loving every moment of it. So was she. When it came to the kill she was speechless, she couldn't believe that I had gone to all that trouble just for her, when her Sire had just thrust his fit through a window and brought it out holding a necklace. None of us knew that she wouldn't be this happy again till our little trio parted and she left for Spain with me to tour across Europe.
And there stood Angelus, time and time again the scourge of Europe, infuriated and all of his anger was directed at me. Oh I paid for that little triumph and he made me pay well.
*ANGELUS*
Oh he was sorry for that act of defiance after I was through with him. But then I suppose I was never through with him, I never considered him to be anywhere near my rank in vampiric society till he'd dismembered his third Slayer. When I'd finished he bled. He was just an empty vessel meant for blood storage and a leaky one at that. His nose was totally broken, as was his jaw. I'd broken his arms in three places and dislocated his hip but he had hardly made an effort to fight back. Then again, he knew that if he attempted to stand up to me I would really make him hurt. Of course I had to apologise soon afterwards. I had to or my baby, Drusilla, would never speak to me again. He had smurked as those words left my lips.
"I'm sorry."
He knew how I hate to apologise to anyone at all. The only person I've apologised to without my soul screaming at me to do so, was Dru. She was too sensitive and as crazy as they came so I had to make an exception for her and, on this one occasion, her brat.