Part Three
Spike watched the proceedings, almost grinnicking to see the big antlered demon humiliated like that. He'd only just returned to the bar after seeing the demon get in. Anything to get a good fight and a chance to get even with one of those chaos demons for stealing his Dru away from him. That was the main reason he was here, defanged, useless, harmless.
He would never have guessed that a Daywalker could be that powerful.
They were the laughingstock of the demon world after all. Vampires
that didn't want to harm anyone.
Ridiculous.
But to see one like this, this magnificently dangerous, Spike could
finally see why the first Daywalkers had attempted the spell. If even
a young one like that was this powerful, how strong would an old one
of their kind be.
He whistled as he left the area, up to his nice old crypt near to the university. Now that those damn commando's were out of his way, he might finally get some peace there.
Daywalkers.
Now what could that information gain him. He grinned at the idea.
*******
Ralph had been pacing the floor of the room for several hours now.
First to one end, then to the other. Where was that damn vamp. He
almost yelled when he heard someone knocking on the door. Couldn't
they leave a man some peace while he was getting worried to death
over his damn undead roommate.
He wanted to yell enter, but then he remembered Jeremy's advice.
Never invite anyone in, if they can't come in on their own, no reason
to give them an invite. Just open the door, no more. He'd been saying
that ever since he'd first found out about the others. The other
vampires, the dead variety. As nice as Jeremy's kind might be, the
others were monsters through and through.
He went up to the door and yanked it open, right at the face of a young redhead.
"Yes?"
"Hi, I'm Willow, that's Tara, we thought we'd come say hi to our new neighbors."
Ralph grinned when he saw the two of them. This burb was looking better every moment.
"Hi, I'm Ralph." He stepped backwards, allowing them the
chance to come in. They hesitated a second and entered the door.
"Sorry, I was just installing my stuff and my roommate is missing."
Well really the only thing he'd installed was the big wardrobe mirror
next to the door. But still. It never harmed to know which visitors
followed a liquid diet. No more dates with vampires where he was
concerned. And Capello could go to hell if he dared complain.
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Willow sat down on the bed in one end of the room while Ralph took up a chair and opened it up. Taking the railing in the front. This guy had to either know something, or he was just a nutcase. First that big mirror, not allowing anyone in. But why was there garlic hanging at the window. They talked small talk for a while and she started to get uncomfortable, the way he kept looking at her chest.
She was just about to get up when they heard a key in the lock.
"Capello. You all right?" Willow nearly froze when she saw
him come in, there was no reflection of any kind, but it was still
daylight. Then she noticed the purple blood at his mouth.
"Jeremy what happened?"
"Nothing."
He ignored his guests and headed straight up to the small fridge in
the right corner. The side where she and Tara were sitting. He opened
its door and placed two bags inside.
"Hey Capello, mind marking that stuff. I've got no intention to
end up on your diet."
The newcomer gave him a strange look.
"Damn it, what's wrong?"
It was then that the young vampires rage broke out.
"What do you think is wrong? Darla's dead."
"There's nothing you can do."
"I can avenge her." Then as if he still hadn't noticed
their guests.
"I am going to enjoy draining the last drop of blood out of
their dead carcasses for this. That's what I'm going to do."
Ralph seemed to back of at that.
"Jer?"
The vampire looked up and saw the girls.
"Get out of here!" he yelled at them.
They didn't immediately move out. His eyes turned golden and his
fangs came out.
"Get the hell out of here now!"
Willow grabbed Tara's wrist ready to pull her along.
She couldn't believe it when she heard the vampire start crying inside.
To be continued
