Death Wish by Miss Binks
E-mail:
stacey_jill@hotmail.com
Rating: NC- 17
Description: Alternate conclusion to the events in
Crush. Spike gets sick of Buffy's coldness
and vows revenge.
Warning: This fic. contains violence and major
character death. This is not for the
feint of heart.
Thanks
go to my wonderful beta team for their tons of helpful advice: Cestruma,
Richess, Ginny, and Kate
Disclaimer:
Buffy, Spike, et al. belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy.
Spoilers: Season Five. This story
starts at the end of Crush and basically assumes that the following episodes
never happened. Obviously.
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Feedback: Please, must I beg? O.K.
Pleeeeese!
Chapter
Two
Spike awoke slowly, feeling the pain of a particularly
severe hangover roll though his head.
He carefully opened his eyes and saw the wide, lifeless eyes of the girl
staring back at him. He pushed himself
off her, cursing as he moved back towards the tomb in the center of the
crypt. He tried to remember what had
happened the night before, but his memory was fuzzy. As he thought more, he remembered the whisky, which could explain
the lack of memories, and then in a bolt, he remembered the attack and death of
the girl who was still staring at him, almost accusingly. He killed her and drank her, rather
spectacularly if her bloody and misshapen face was any indication. Spike felt a stab of guilt as he looked at
the shattered body of the young wisp of a girl that was lying before him,
broken and battered. Now that her face
was swollen and slightly blue, her resemblance to Buffy had faded, but Spike
could still remember the rage that he had felt last night. His fury that this poor girl had to receive
in Buffy's place. He was amazed
though. Somehow, he had found a way to
fight through the pain the chip gave him.
He remembered the chip suddenly cutting out. It was weird, the girl was still alive and Spike was sure- if her
moans were any indication- that he was still causing her pain, but the chip had
stopped. He rose carefully, letting the
crisp morning air clear the last of the hangover out of his head.
"Could it be?" he thought. "Is the chip fried?" That
would explain the last jolt of electricity that he had felt before he was
knocked out. It seemed as thought the
electricity that had once been confined to his head had traveled throughout his
body before rebounding back into his head.
Maybe the chip sent out so much current that it had fried itself.
"Bloody wankers," he spoke aloud to
the empty crypt, a broad smile forming from his chiseled features. He began to pace the small room in
excitement. "Figures those Initiative blokes couldn't make anything right. Look at how long that Adam guy lasted
against Buffy and the Scoobies."
Buffy. Shit, that girl is not going to be happy to find out that Spike
was once again the big bad. "Fuck
'er. I am back to my old self now. The old Spike wouldn't spend one moment
worrying over what the Slayer thought.
Think of all that I can do now, everything that I have been dreaming of
since Riley and his blokes neutered me."
Spike now stopped as he remembered
all the dark fantasies that had kept him occupied for the last year or so. So much blood and so little time. So, what to do. Spike thought about the scene the other night, the humiliation
that he had felt as he hit the threshold to the Slayerbitch's house. Spike could feel the pure and simple anger
rise up in him again. Now that the chip
was disabled, he had a hard time explaining his behavior over the last few
months. Why in the world had he ever
let himself become so weak? He was
William the Bloody, the killer of Slayers.
It was unbelievable that he had let himself become a Slayer's
lapdog. Just thinking of the things
that he had done for her made Spike sick.
He had to change this, return to the Spike that had originally come to
his wretched town. Spike needed a plan.
Spike looked over at the corpse lying
in the corner. Definitely needed to get
rid of that. He wasn't ready yet to
have the gang find out about his altered condition. He would have to clean up the mess, and plan the perfect way to
show Buffy the Spike that this girl had met last night.
It was midmorning, so he had to
travel by the tunnels that led out of the lower level of the crypt. He picked up the girl's body, pulled it over
to the trapdoor and then down to the lower crypt. Over in the corner was the mangled remains of his Buffy
shrine. He made a mental note to get
rid of that too. Perhaps if Buffy saw
that the shrine was gone, she would see that he had come to his senses. He needed to make sure that Buffy and the
gang didn't think of him as a danger.
Let them put down their guard and then strike. He dragged the girl's body into the tunnels and to an abandoned
lair that he had found a few weeks ago.
The vamps were long since dusted, but there were still a few moldering
corpses lying around. With any luck,
the girl will blend in just fine. If
Buffy ever found this place, she could never tie to girl to Spike. One plus about living on the hellmouth. A vamp could be a lot less careful.
Spike returned to the crypt, pulled
down the shrine and placed all the photos and even the dummy into a trash
barrel to burn later, once the sun had set.
He returned to the top level and washed away the few lingering
bloodstains that patterned the floor were the girl had lain. He then placed his bloody clothes into the
barrel, and pulled on a new clean pair of jeans and black t-shirt, lit a
cigarette and sat in his chair to ponder his next move. Almost an hour had passed before Spike had a
plan that he was pretty sure would work.
He stood up and began to prepare.
-TBC-