Chapter 2
Spike wasn't much for Human slaves. Drusilla's 'talent' came in useful for finding out info now and again, but he much preferred to hire demons to do his work. Still, most of the demons Spike knew wanted no part of their little trip to France. He couldn't think why - all this death, misery and suffering made him as happy as Larry. Then again, if there were too many demons hanging around the one war, then the two sides might team up AGAINST the demons, and that would be most unpleasant. So, for the purposes of this one time, Spike was happy to let Dru brainwash a Tommy and let him be their house boy. He could make the house livable, and warn them when any deserters or deserter hunters approached the house.
The sun had fallen, and the two of left the farm. They walked for miles, away from No Man's land. The shelling started again, and Drusilla danced.
"Listen Spike." She said, awestruck "Listen to the music it makes. Its lovely."
"Nothing is lovelier than you darlin'" Spike said. He took Drusilla in her arms, and they danced their way forward. The death, the morbid misery of the war, it just made it all so exciting. And to share the excitement with Dru was truly a great thing. When he was a simple poet, he secretly feared he would die and never see the technological advancement that his peers had started to dream of. Now he was immortal, and he saw the true power of progress - the different number of ways invented to kill. And to share those methods with someone as brilliant as Drusilla almost made his cold heart beat again.
They ran down a hill, the sound of the guns and the screams in the distance making them giddy. They fell down the hill in each other's arms. They finally stopped beside a road. Dru leaned down to kiss Spike, when she stopped and her head shot up - she sensed something/
"Our chariot comes Spike! We must be ready!"
She jumped up and led him to the road. She laid down there and gave him a knowing smile. In the distance above the shells and the explosions, he heard the noise of one of a jeep. It camee to a stop, and a nurse jumped out. She was a lovely thing, with brown hair that almost matched Spike's. Two soliders flanked her, one of them drew his gun and pointed it at Spike believing he attacked her.
thank god you came said Spike in French
"Aw bugger it's Frenchies" said the soldier with the gun.
Ah good, you have no idea of the slaughter that is about to ensue said Spike
The nurse bent down besides Dru, who was rolling her eyes into the back of her head and convulsing. The nurse grabbed her wrist and tried to feel for a pulse, and immediately shuddered.
"She's as cold as stone."
Spike raised his hands and walked towards the guards.
"I theeenk that you are, 'ow do you say.buggered"
Spike leapt onto the guard with his gun drawn and twisted his neck. It resounded with a satisfying 'crack'. The other guard fumbled with his gun, and Spike was able to shoot him. Dru was already stood over the lifeless form of the first Nurse. Normally they would have fed on their victims, but they had to preserve their uniforms.
"Spike, the performance will begin soon. are you ready?"
10 minutes later Spike was dressed in the uniform of the guard whose neck he snapped. The uniform was slightly constrictive, but his face lit up like a million candles when he saw Drusilla dressed in the stolen Nurse's outfit. She looked liked an unholy Florence Nightingale. It was lucky for her that the red cross on her apron wasn't any longer at the bottom, otherwise it would be a crucifix, and not very comfortable for her to wear.
"Spike, my very own soldier at arms!" said Dru. She was clearly as impressed with him as he was with her.
"And you, my lady of the lamp. But is all this necessary? Why couldn't we have taken one of these?" Doubts were starting to manifest themselves in Spike's mind. In all honesty he wasn't sure that he could pull off being a soldier. He was never good at the cloak and dagger routine. Well, actually he was damned good at the dagger bit, but he never had any patience for cloak part.
"Shhhh. our prize is on the battle field. here are our tickets to get us in!" She reached into the breast pocket of the overcoat that Spike was wearing and pulled out a letter. On it was the permission to get Drewer sectioned.
Spike smiled. He didn't understand what the fascination was for this one soldier, but he decided to let Dru have her fun. The letter would get them into the trenches, and cloak will become dagger, and the party will start.
They got into the jeep, and sped off in the direction of the trenches.
Spike wasn't much for Human slaves. Drusilla's 'talent' came in useful for finding out info now and again, but he much preferred to hire demons to do his work. Still, most of the demons Spike knew wanted no part of their little trip to France. He couldn't think why - all this death, misery and suffering made him as happy as Larry. Then again, if there were too many demons hanging around the one war, then the two sides might team up AGAINST the demons, and that would be most unpleasant. So, for the purposes of this one time, Spike was happy to let Dru brainwash a Tommy and let him be their house boy. He could make the house livable, and warn them when any deserters or deserter hunters approached the house.
The sun had fallen, and the two of left the farm. They walked for miles, away from No Man's land. The shelling started again, and Drusilla danced.
"Listen Spike." She said, awestruck "Listen to the music it makes. Its lovely."
"Nothing is lovelier than you darlin'" Spike said. He took Drusilla in her arms, and they danced their way forward. The death, the morbid misery of the war, it just made it all so exciting. And to share the excitement with Dru was truly a great thing. When he was a simple poet, he secretly feared he would die and never see the technological advancement that his peers had started to dream of. Now he was immortal, and he saw the true power of progress - the different number of ways invented to kill. And to share those methods with someone as brilliant as Drusilla almost made his cold heart beat again.
They ran down a hill, the sound of the guns and the screams in the distance making them giddy. They fell down the hill in each other's arms. They finally stopped beside a road. Dru leaned down to kiss Spike, when she stopped and her head shot up - she sensed something/
"Our chariot comes Spike! We must be ready!"
She jumped up and led him to the road. She laid down there and gave him a knowing smile. In the distance above the shells and the explosions, he heard the noise of one of a jeep. It camee to a stop, and a nurse jumped out. She was a lovely thing, with brown hair that almost matched Spike's. Two soliders flanked her, one of them drew his gun and pointed it at Spike believing he attacked her.
thank god you came said Spike in French
"Aw bugger it's Frenchies" said the soldier with the gun.
Ah good, you have no idea of the slaughter that is about to ensue said Spike
The nurse bent down besides Dru, who was rolling her eyes into the back of her head and convulsing. The nurse grabbed her wrist and tried to feel for a pulse, and immediately shuddered.
"She's as cold as stone."
Spike raised his hands and walked towards the guards.
"I theeenk that you are, 'ow do you say.buggered"
Spike leapt onto the guard with his gun drawn and twisted his neck. It resounded with a satisfying 'crack'. The other guard fumbled with his gun, and Spike was able to shoot him. Dru was already stood over the lifeless form of the first Nurse. Normally they would have fed on their victims, but they had to preserve their uniforms.
"Spike, the performance will begin soon. are you ready?"
10 minutes later Spike was dressed in the uniform of the guard whose neck he snapped. The uniform was slightly constrictive, but his face lit up like a million candles when he saw Drusilla dressed in the stolen Nurse's outfit. She looked liked an unholy Florence Nightingale. It was lucky for her that the red cross on her apron wasn't any longer at the bottom, otherwise it would be a crucifix, and not very comfortable for her to wear.
"Spike, my very own soldier at arms!" said Dru. She was clearly as impressed with him as he was with her.
"And you, my lady of the lamp. But is all this necessary? Why couldn't we have taken one of these?" Doubts were starting to manifest themselves in Spike's mind. In all honesty he wasn't sure that he could pull off being a soldier. He was never good at the cloak and dagger routine. Well, actually he was damned good at the dagger bit, but he never had any patience for cloak part.
"Shhhh. our prize is on the battle field. here are our tickets to get us in!" She reached into the breast pocket of the overcoat that Spike was wearing and pulled out a letter. On it was the permission to get Drewer sectioned.
Spike smiled. He didn't understand what the fascination was for this one soldier, but he decided to let Dru have her fun. The letter would get them into the trenches, and cloak will become dagger, and the party will start.
They got into the jeep, and sped off in the direction of the trenches.