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.
Archive: Anywhere,
just let me know where his fic is heading.
Feedback: Please, must I beg? O.K.
Pleeeeese!
Chapter Three
The bell that hung over the door of
the magic shop rang as Spike entered.
He had been watching the place for the last few hours, waiting for Buffy
to show. He walked in and moved towards
the back room where the sounds of fists hitting a punching bag were clearly
audible. Spike had always wondered what
customers thought about this place.
Well, you could never underestimate the people of Sunnydale ability to
deny what they see and hear. He ignored
Anya's dirty look, opened the door to the training room, and walked in. Almost immediately, Giles had moved away from
where he was watching the Slayer train and had stepped towards him, blocking
Buffy from his view. Spike found it
almost amusing that Giles actually thought that he had to protect the Slayer
and not the other way around, which is usually how it worked.
"You are not welcome here,
Spike. Leave now." Spike was expecting his type of
reception. I guess that Buffy has
told the crew about our little fight last night. Spike looked around the room. Buffy had stopped pounding the bag and was now watching Spike and
Giles. Xander was over in the corner,
somehow managing to look both smug and furious at the same time. There was no sign of the Witches or Little
Sis.
"Calm down, Watcher. I have official business for the Slayer."
"We don't need your help Spike. There is nothing that you can offer
us." The Watcher quickly shot forward
and grabbed Spike by the lapels, slamming his head against the door. Spike took a deep unnecessary breath and
calmed himself. It took every inch of
his willpower to not rip the man's head clean off his shoulders.
"How about the lives of a bunch of
kids. Is that worth your time."
Buffy finally spoke up. "What are you talking about, Spike." She moved toward Giles and Spike.
"There's a new group of demons in
town. Grakdoos. Nasty buggers. I assume that the Watcher here has heard of 'em."
Giles finally released Spike and step
back. "Yes, I've heard of them. They are in town?" Giles pushed Spike to the side and walked out of the training
room, heading towards the bookshelves.
Buffy gave Spike a nasty look, and then walked past him, following her
watcher. Spike sighed, and then
followed the two.
"Let's see. I seem to remember that there was a listing for them in the
Annals of Demetrius. Oh, yes. Grakdoos.
Large vicious bipedal demons whose major food source is the flesh of
small children. They are extremely
strong and can only be killed by using the essence from the Nightshade flower."
"So what, these demons have hay
fever. Are they going to sneeze until
their heads explode?" Buffy smirked at
Giles.
"Not quite, Buffy. You see, the essence of these flowers have
both magical uses and are extremely poisonous to humans. The poison is known as belladonna. Really, Buffy, you should know these
things. It is interesting that Grakdoos
seem to be affected by these poisons as well."
"Well, the Watcher finally seems to
get it. Now get some of that flower and
me and the Slayer here will go and kill them."
"Spike," Buffy punctuated her words
with not so gentle pushes out the door.
"We are not going anywhere. I am
going to go kill these demons, and you are going to get your undead ass out of
my town. Did you not understand me last
night? I don't want you here anymore,
and if you think that I will never stake you because you are helpless, you are
very wrong." To punctuate that last
statement, Buffy pulled a stake from her back pocket and pressed it into the
skin covering his heart.
Spike fought to remain calm and keep
his human face. "Buffy, you have to be
delusional to think that I am staying here for you. What happened last night was a momentary lapse of sanity. It won't happen again. And while you're threatening me with your
pointy stick, children in your precious town are getting very dead. Now I thought that because I know where
their hideout is and I know how to kill them, I'd come and lend a hand. There is no way that you are going to be able
to take on ten of those demons and live, pet, but you are welcome to try." Spike turned and strode briskly to the door,
opening it with a crash and slamming it behind him.
As he walked away from the store, he
lit a cigarette and tried unsuccessfully to suppress a smile. Buffy and the Watcher were really quite
predictable. Spike wagered that in
about an hour, Buffy would be at the door of his crypt, asking where the
hideout is. And Spike would be waiting
there, ready to show her. Spike chucked
to himself as he returned to the cemetery.
With any luck, Dawson's Creek would be on, and Pacey still had no
clue. Just a spot of telly before the
Slayer comes.
-TBC-