Never Play With Sharp Objects (Or Spike)
Title:- see above
Rating:- PG13
Distribution:- read, like, take, have, ask first
Ownership:- Joss is God etc
Feedback:- NOW OR ELSE!!!!
Author's Notes:- this is an alternative continuation of "Lie To Me" so if the dialogue sounds familiar, you now know why.
Buffy's stake hovered over the girl's heart.
"Spike!"
The vampire hesitated momentarily,
"S'alright, baby. You're gonna be okay. I won't let the nasty lady hurt you."
The insane woman whimpered as the Slayer held the stake closer,
"Call them off, Spike, or your girlfriend fits in an ashtray."
The peroxide blonde actually looked frightened. He swung round to face the pack of vampires who had temporarily stopped feasting on their worshippers and waited for him to speak.
"Drop 'em. Leave them alone, now!"
Vampires dropped half dead humans to the floor and stood watching their leader expectantly.
Seizing her chance, Buffy threw Dru away from her and ran for the door, helping the others get out and slamming the door shut behind her. Spike caught Drusilla and attempted to rush after the girl he wanted dead,
" 'Ere, where's the doorknob?"
An informative voice called from downstairs,
"There isn't one. This place is a converted bomb-shelter."
Spike, now enfuriated, walked slowly down the stairs contemplating the consequences of ripping Ford's throat from his insignificant body,
"Say that again."
Ford pulled himself to his feet and obeyed,
"There is no handle. It's a bomb-shelter." The only human who hadn't escaped with the Slayer looked around him, and Spike glared at him,
"We're stuck in a basement."
"So where's the Slayer?"
"Not stuck in a basement."
Ford shrugged apologetically,
"That's no fault of mine. I delivered her to you, the rest was down to you lot."
"S'ppose."
"So now what?"
Spike looked at Drusilla,
"Hungry, Pet?"
She looked at the human and her singsong voice answered her lover,
"Not for blood."
Spike took the hint and grinned mischevously,
"Neither am I. We'll save him for later."
"Pull harder!"
Spike had his minions tugging on the reinforced steel door. After a whole night of non-stop manual labour, the door was still only just a bit wobbly. He cast his eyes over to Dru. She had made Ford sit in the corner while she toyed with the idea of sulphuric acid on human skin. The boy swallowed and Spike smiled maliciously at him, throwing his own words back at him,
"Exalted, blessed, the Lonely Ones." He laughed softly, "Do I look lonely to you? Does Dru look blessed?"
Choosing his words carefully, Ford replied in a trying-to-be-calm tone,
"Not as such....she's ..uh.."
The blonde vampire relieved him of his discomfort,
"Mine. Dru, Pet, leave his hair alone. You know how I get when you mess up mine."
She smiled faintly and withdrew her pale hands from Ford's hair, buttoning up his shirt to cover the "pretty pictures" she'd carved into the boy's chest with Spike's penknife. Spike was almost impressed with him, he hadn't made a noise as she sliced his skin. Then again, he was probably too afraid. The girl was quiet, but she had her moments.
He turned back to the vampires at the door,
"Put a little effort into it! Call yourself vampires?"
At that last comment, the team put all their collective weight on the door pulling it off it's hinges. The blonde vampire joined in to rip the door from the wall. Now he had to find the car before they all fried.
"Remind me what I said again."
Ford cleared his throat of the blood Dru had made him swallow and obeyed,
"You said, and I quote, "I've known you for two minutes and I can't stand you. I *don't* feature you living forever!"...if I remember correctly.."
"You do, and might I add, my opinion hasn't changed...much."
"Much?"
"Much. Before I thought you pathetic, desperate and insignificant. Now I think you pathetic, desperate, insignificant and two-faced."
Ford shifted uncomfortably. His eyes darted nervously to the peroxide blonde pacing infront of him and his psychotic lover kneeling by the chair Ford was strapped in. She was cutting holes in the toe of his shoes with the penknife. The human began to attempt to free his hands from the rope that tied them to the chair. Spike stopped wearing a hole in the floor and turned to face his prisoner,
"Two-faced is good. Great potential as a turncoat. Not one of mine though. Traitors are not regardly highly in my eyes."
Ford winced as the knife point reached his toe,
"Uh, can you call your..um...girlfriend off? Please?"
She looked at her lover for assurance,
"Spike?"
The blonde vampire signalled for her to come away,
"Over here, baby."
She stood and walked slowly towards him, wandering around him she ran her finger over his shoulders.
"Let me play."
"Not now, Luv. I want this one alive....ish."
"Not fair."
Spike considered the thought of Drusilla playing with Ford. He smiled at his human prisoner. The kind of smile a wolf gives a lamb right before he bites its head off. Hooking his arm round Dru's waist, he brought her around to face him,
"For a little while. But no acid or railroad spikes. I want to ask him a few things."
When Spike returned, he found Dru holding his penknife and smiling happily at a mutilated body. Ford.
"Dru, Pet, I thought I said I wanted to question him."
She turned to face him, the picture of innocence,
"You never said he had to answer."
The blonde vampire ran his hand through his ever-so-gelled hair. That was just one of the symptoms of Dru's insanity, you had spell stuff like that out for her or she did what she liked. If she didn't like what someone was saying, she ignored them. Her voice was child-like with a singsong tone that screamed psychopath as soon as she spoke. He smiled fondly at her,
"Nevermind, Pet. As long as he made you happy."
She looked at the bloodsoaked knife in her hand then licked it clean. Spike rushed to grab it before she cut her tongue,
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to put knives in your mouth?"
Dru's face fell a little and her voice sounded more vulnerable than usual.
"Yes. Before Angel ripped her throat out."
He instantly regretted what he'd said. He should have known better than to mention her birth family while she was within earshot. She whimpered slightly, the way she always did when she was upset and about to cry. Removing the blade from her pale hand, he hugged her and she buried her face in his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Luv. I'm a bad, rude man."
"Spike?"
She lifted her head to look him in the eye.
"Yes, Pet?"
"My tummy's all growly."
They returned after a couple hours feeding and looked at what was left of Ford's body. Spike shrugged nonchalantly,
"He got what he wanted, died young...but maybe not so pretty."
Drusilla sulked momentarily,
"I thought it was pretty." She dismissed the conversation with a faint smile and swiftly changed the subject, "What about the nasty lady?"
"Nevermind her, she's her own problem, not ours."
Spike looked at her. She may have been insane as they got but he could see her mind calculating behind those beautiful eyes. She scared him sometimes, she was completely psychotic, yet still managed to be completely focussed when she needed to be.
"What're you thinking, Pet?"
"Thoughts."
"Good ones?"
"Perhaps....I'm tired."
Spike looked at his watch, time for her usual rest. He picked her up and set her down on the bed in the next room. Carefully tucking her in, he watched as she drifted off into a deep sleep. He examined her face carefully then said to her,
"Sleep tight, Pet"
Title:- see above
Rating:- PG13
Distribution:- read, like, take, have, ask first
Ownership:- Joss is God etc
Feedback:- NOW OR ELSE!!!!
Author's Notes:- this is an alternative continuation of "Lie To Me" so if the dialogue sounds familiar, you now know why.
Buffy's stake hovered over the girl's heart.
"Spike!"
The vampire hesitated momentarily,
"S'alright, baby. You're gonna be okay. I won't let the nasty lady hurt you."
The insane woman whimpered as the Slayer held the stake closer,
"Call them off, Spike, or your girlfriend fits in an ashtray."
The peroxide blonde actually looked frightened. He swung round to face the pack of vampires who had temporarily stopped feasting on their worshippers and waited for him to speak.
"Drop 'em. Leave them alone, now!"
Vampires dropped half dead humans to the floor and stood watching their leader expectantly.
Seizing her chance, Buffy threw Dru away from her and ran for the door, helping the others get out and slamming the door shut behind her. Spike caught Drusilla and attempted to rush after the girl he wanted dead,
" 'Ere, where's the doorknob?"
An informative voice called from downstairs,
"There isn't one. This place is a converted bomb-shelter."
Spike, now enfuriated, walked slowly down the stairs contemplating the consequences of ripping Ford's throat from his insignificant body,
"Say that again."
Ford pulled himself to his feet and obeyed,
"There is no handle. It's a bomb-shelter." The only human who hadn't escaped with the Slayer looked around him, and Spike glared at him,
"We're stuck in a basement."
"So where's the Slayer?"
"Not stuck in a basement."
Ford shrugged apologetically,
"That's no fault of mine. I delivered her to you, the rest was down to you lot."
"S'ppose."
"So now what?"
Spike looked at Drusilla,
"Hungry, Pet?"
She looked at the human and her singsong voice answered her lover,
"Not for blood."
Spike took the hint and grinned mischevously,
"Neither am I. We'll save him for later."
"Pull harder!"
Spike had his minions tugging on the reinforced steel door. After a whole night of non-stop manual labour, the door was still only just a bit wobbly. He cast his eyes over to Dru. She had made Ford sit in the corner while she toyed with the idea of sulphuric acid on human skin. The boy swallowed and Spike smiled maliciously at him, throwing his own words back at him,
"Exalted, blessed, the Lonely Ones." He laughed softly, "Do I look lonely to you? Does Dru look blessed?"
Choosing his words carefully, Ford replied in a trying-to-be-calm tone,
"Not as such....she's ..uh.."
The blonde vampire relieved him of his discomfort,
"Mine. Dru, Pet, leave his hair alone. You know how I get when you mess up mine."
She smiled faintly and withdrew her pale hands from Ford's hair, buttoning up his shirt to cover the "pretty pictures" she'd carved into the boy's chest with Spike's penknife. Spike was almost impressed with him, he hadn't made a noise as she sliced his skin. Then again, he was probably too afraid. The girl was quiet, but she had her moments.
He turned back to the vampires at the door,
"Put a little effort into it! Call yourself vampires?"
At that last comment, the team put all their collective weight on the door pulling it off it's hinges. The blonde vampire joined in to rip the door from the wall. Now he had to find the car before they all fried.
"Remind me what I said again."
Ford cleared his throat of the blood Dru had made him swallow and obeyed,
"You said, and I quote, "I've known you for two minutes and I can't stand you. I *don't* feature you living forever!"...if I remember correctly.."
"You do, and might I add, my opinion hasn't changed...much."
"Much?"
"Much. Before I thought you pathetic, desperate and insignificant. Now I think you pathetic, desperate, insignificant and two-faced."
Ford shifted uncomfortably. His eyes darted nervously to the peroxide blonde pacing infront of him and his psychotic lover kneeling by the chair Ford was strapped in. She was cutting holes in the toe of his shoes with the penknife. The human began to attempt to free his hands from the rope that tied them to the chair. Spike stopped wearing a hole in the floor and turned to face his prisoner,
"Two-faced is good. Great potential as a turncoat. Not one of mine though. Traitors are not regardly highly in my eyes."
Ford winced as the knife point reached his toe,
"Uh, can you call your..um...girlfriend off? Please?"
She looked at her lover for assurance,
"Spike?"
The blonde vampire signalled for her to come away,
"Over here, baby."
She stood and walked slowly towards him, wandering around him she ran her finger over his shoulders.
"Let me play."
"Not now, Luv. I want this one alive....ish."
"Not fair."
Spike considered the thought of Drusilla playing with Ford. He smiled at his human prisoner. The kind of smile a wolf gives a lamb right before he bites its head off. Hooking his arm round Dru's waist, he brought her around to face him,
"For a little while. But no acid or railroad spikes. I want to ask him a few things."
When Spike returned, he found Dru holding his penknife and smiling happily at a mutilated body. Ford.
"Dru, Pet, I thought I said I wanted to question him."
She turned to face him, the picture of innocence,
"You never said he had to answer."
The blonde vampire ran his hand through his ever-so-gelled hair. That was just one of the symptoms of Dru's insanity, you had spell stuff like that out for her or she did what she liked. If she didn't like what someone was saying, she ignored them. Her voice was child-like with a singsong tone that screamed psychopath as soon as she spoke. He smiled fondly at her,
"Nevermind, Pet. As long as he made you happy."
She looked at the bloodsoaked knife in her hand then licked it clean. Spike rushed to grab it before she cut her tongue,
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to put knives in your mouth?"
Dru's face fell a little and her voice sounded more vulnerable than usual.
"Yes. Before Angel ripped her throat out."
He instantly regretted what he'd said. He should have known better than to mention her birth family while she was within earshot. She whimpered slightly, the way she always did when she was upset and about to cry. Removing the blade from her pale hand, he hugged her and she buried her face in his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Luv. I'm a bad, rude man."
"Spike?"
She lifted her head to look him in the eye.
"Yes, Pet?"
"My tummy's all growly."
They returned after a couple hours feeding and looked at what was left of Ford's body. Spike shrugged nonchalantly,
"He got what he wanted, died young...but maybe not so pretty."
Drusilla sulked momentarily,
"I thought it was pretty." She dismissed the conversation with a faint smile and swiftly changed the subject, "What about the nasty lady?"
"Nevermind her, she's her own problem, not ours."
Spike looked at her. She may have been insane as they got but he could see her mind calculating behind those beautiful eyes. She scared him sometimes, she was completely psychotic, yet still managed to be completely focussed when she needed to be.
"What're you thinking, Pet?"
"Thoughts."
"Good ones?"
"Perhaps....I'm tired."
Spike looked at his watch, time for her usual rest. He picked her up and set her down on the bed in the next room. Carefully tucking her in, he watched as she drifted off into a deep sleep. He examined her face carefully then said to her,
"Sleep tight, Pet"