BUFFY, THE VAMPIRE SLAYER

William The Bloody, Chapter 6

"Life's Little Lessons"

Wesley closed his door with his back then leaned there for a moment, weary from a long day and a frustrating night. Not only had they arrived at the club too late, finding one of the most disgusting, undeniably evil scenes that they had ever come across, but Angel had sent him and Gunn back to the office, electing to stay and see if he could learn anything from the police.

Returning to the office, they had found a note from Cordy stating that she had gone home, and Gunn quickly voiced that it had been a good idea. Locking up, Wesley had headed home himself, anxious to try and get some rest before beating the trails in the morning, trying to track down any info on Spike, and why the vampire had suddenly gone on the rampage.

He would have to call Giles first thing in the morning, see how much he knew about Spike's sudden change, and what advice he could offer. If it weren't four in the morning, with Spike certainly taking to ground for the coming day, then Wesley would have called now. But, taking everything into consideration, Wesley thought it best just to let things wait a while, his mind was muddled enough from the long hours, and he didn't think he would be at his best to try and sort things out.

Besides, it wasn't like there was going to be any more vampire activity tonight.

The sudden banging on the door made Wesley jump and yelp.

"Who is it?" asked Wesley.

"Wesley, it's Cordelia, open up!" came a familiar voice. "Spike's right behind me!"

"Get in here," yelled Wesley, after throwing open the door. He stuck his head out into the hallway, looking about for any sign of the vampire, then retreated back into his apartment and locked the door.

"Cordelia, what happen?" stammered Wesley. "How did you run into Spike?"

"Oh, he stopped by…" she smiled, showing off her fangs, "…the office."

"Dear Lor…" was all Wesley was able to get out before Cordy knocked him to the ground.

Straddling him, holding his arms down by his wrists, Cordy smiled seductively at him, licking her lips and grinding against him. Leaning down, she breathed softly into his ear, nibbling at it and biting gently at his lobe.

"Remember when you use to want me?" she asked.

"I, I, I, I,…"

"Well, now I want you," she said, burying her teeth into his neck.

"Why does she get to have all the fun?" pouted Sindi, stomping her foot on the ground. "Why couldn't I take the English man?"

"Because, you twit, he doesn't know you," growled Spike. "He wouldn't have let you into his bloody apartment."

"I'll have you know that I can talk my way into any man's apartment."

"Sindi, dear, luv," said Spike, sneering at her. "Put a bloody sock in it or I'll rip your throat out myself."

"But.."

What ever she had been planning to say was lost in the gurgling sounds she made as Spike wrapped his clawed hand around her throat and lifted her off the ground.

"Listen, bitch," growled Spike. "You work for me now. You either do what I say, when I say, with out any argument what so ever, or you die. Is that bloody well clear?"

Sindi shook her head ever so slightly.

"Good. Now, shut the hell up or I'm going to kill you."

Spike set her back down, smiling as she cowered with fear, and glanced over to see Trevor shaking with rage. The geeky vampire stood with his fists clenched, his features vamped out, and a murderous gleam in his eyes.

"Oh, now I'm going to have a problem with you?"

"I don't care who you are, you can't treat Sindi like that," snarled Trevor.

"Pay attention, Luv," Spike said to Sindi. "This is the example that could have been you."

Trevor took one step forward, launching his attack at Spike, but he wasn't even close to matching Spike on speed. Spike became a blur, flowing past Trevor almost faster than even Sindi's senses could keep up with, and Trevor's head went spinning through the air as his body tumbled to the ground.

Sindi stood in shock, too terrified to move, and watched as Spike continued his example.

"The Blade of Ackbar," said Spike, holding up a gleaming knife that was as black as the night. "Only one ever made. It has certain magikal properties. It was forged by a group of warlocks as a means to torture vampires."

Sindi's eyes darted from the weapon to Trevor and back to the weapon. She had never seen a vampire loose its head and turn to dust, and she didn't want to think of what other ways the Blade of Ackbar could be used in the torture of her kind.

"Quite the sensation, isn't it?" asked Spike of Trevor, picking up his head and looking into his blinking eyes. "Watch this, though. This part's the best."

Spike set the head back down, facing it towards its trembling body, and dropped his stake into his hand. Flipping Trevor's body over, Spike smiled at Trevor's horrified expression as he put the tip of the stake against Trevor's chest.

"Don't fuck with me," said Spike, clearly. "That's today's lesson."

With a quick shove, Spike buried the stake into Trevor's chest, the body disintegrating instantly in response. Trevor blinked in surprise, not believing that he had just watched his body get dusted, and gaped at Spike in utter disbelief.

"Three…two…one…" counted down Spike, smiling at the end. "Zero."

Trevor's head puffed away into gritty dust.

Standing, smirking the entire time, Spike strolled back over to Sindi and pulled her close to him. Holding her firmly against himself, his hand tightly squeezing her ass, Spike kissed her hard, and long. When he finally broke off the kiss, he smiled at her wickedly.

"Did we learn anything tonight?" he asked.

Shaking her head numbly, Sindi said "yeah. That you're psychotic."

"No, Luv. I'm William. William The Bloody, and I'm back."

TO BE CONTINUED…