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 Four
Just as the ending credits were
playing, Spike heard the familiar banging on his door. As usual, the Slayer didn't knock, just
barged in. Spike rose from the chair
and faced the girl. "So, Slayer, here
for a little playtime before bed. A
little game of Kick the Spike, or perhaps you'd like to play a more adult
game." Spike stepped forward until he
was standing right in front of her, his face inches from her's.
Buffy unleashed a right hook that
sent the vampire sprawling across the crypt.
"Pig."
"I see that it is going to be option
A. What a surprise. You really are very unpredictable
Slayer." His voice dripped with sarcasm
as he picked himself up off the floor.
"I am going to kill those demons,
Spike. I need you to tell me where they
are, now."
"Well, Slayer, I could do that. However, I would just be sending you off to
your death, and I really don't think that the Scoobies will let me live if you
die. The only way that you are going to
find those demons is if you take me with you.
Other wise, this town is going to be doing a brisk business in tiny
little coffins."
"Fine, but if you slow me down, I
will stake you, Spike."
"Ohhh, promises, promises. You are really starting to scare me now,
luv." Buffy rolled her eyes at the
blond and then walked to the door.
"Ready?"
Spike pulled on his black duster and
looked at Buffy standing near the door.
"Certainly, luv. But we can get to the tunnels from
here." Spike motioned to the open slab
that covered the stairway leading to the catacombs. "This way will be faster.
Let's go kick some demon ass."
Buffy huffed impatiently, walked back
across the crypt, and headed down the steps, with Spike following closely after
her. Spike noted that Buffy looked in
the direction of his little shrine and then gave a little smile when she saw
that it was no longer there. She turned
back to him, and he thought that she might say something about it, but instead
she looked at his bandaged hand.
"Mom was totally pissed when you hit
the door last night." Spike was surprised
at her words. He was sure that she
would not bring up what happened last night ever again. "You managed to crack the wood." She turned around again and threaded her way
out of the crypt and into the sewers.
"Sorry luv, but you certainly have a
way of pissing a bloke off."
"Are you saying that last night was
my fault? I seem to remember that you
were the one…"
"Shut up, Slayer. We have a job to do here and your yammering
is not helping me concentrate."
"Spike…" Buffy turned around and
glared at him, her stake ready. Spike
looked at her and raised a scarred eyebrow.
"Remember, little children, dying."
"Sorry," Buffy sighed and turned back
around. "They are hiding down
here?" Buffy struggled to clear her
voice of sarcasm or contempt.
Spike took a cue from the girl and
made his tone businesslike. "Yeah, I
saw them dragging a wee one down here earlier, before I come to you. I followed them to a small access tunnel over
to the side here."
As the tunnels divided, Spike pointed
towards the left one and Buffy turned and led the way into the dark
cavern. They had moved for about five
minutes when Buffy heard Spike's whispered voice float out of the gloom.
"Slayer, stop. Be very quiet. They are close." Buffy
knelt down to pull the flower potion that Giles made from her duffle bag. As she prepared for battle, she heard Spike
crouch down behind her.
Suddenly, her arms were sharply drawn
behind her. She cried out as she felt
the handcuffs tighten painfully around her wrists. She threw her head back, hoping to catch Spike on the chin, but
the vampire easily dodged her and fastened a second pair of cuff around her
ankles. Buffy struggled and tried to
free herself from her bonds, but she was unable to move. Spike had gotten the jump on her too fast
and it looked as though there would be no way to escape.
"I knew it." Buffy was almost gloating. "You're evil; you're always going to be
evil. Now let me go, you bastard." Spike had moved around her and reached into
the pockets of the duster, pulling out a pack of smokes. As he lit the cigarette, the light from the
Zippo illuminated the vampire's human visage.
"Now, now, Buffy. If I were in your position, I would be
making with the nice chit chat right about now."
"Fuck you, Spike." Buffy attempted to kick Spike with her bound
feet, but the vampire moved out of her range and then restrained her with one
hand on her feet. "You planned this all
didn't you. You faked the demons to get
me down here and now your going to have your way with me. Did you forget, Spike? You're impotent. That little chip is going to make sure that you never harm
me. Now let me go and I will consider not
staking you."
Spike chuckled, and a small part of
Buffy ran cold at the sound of that little laugh. Spike reached into the coat again and took out a candle, it's
small flame lighting the cramped little room.
Spike looked around.
"It is rather small. I had really hoped on finding something
better, but our little fight last night made me step up my plans." Spike moved the candle closer to the
struggling girl and leaned towards her, looking deep into her eyes. "I really
want to see your expression on your face when I do this."
As the 'this' left his lips, Spike's
fist slammed into Buffy's face. He
winced for a moment, expecting the chip to activate, but when it didn't he
grinned. The vampire could feel the
Slayers pouty lips split under his knuckles and he heard the crunch of her
upturned nose breaking. Buffy howled
and stared at Spike, shocked.
"Your chip…"
"All gone, luv. Now you and I are going to have a little bit
of fun."
The little cold sliver of fear that
had lodged in her heart suddenly turned into a glacier. At first, she had thought that the vampire
was just after a little revenge. Buffy had
been so confidant that he couldn't hurt her.
The Slayer had let down her guard and now she was going to pay for her
carelessness.
-TBC-