What has gone before:
It's World War I. A lone soldier has seen a mysterious woman clad all in white on the killing fields. Sure enough it's the lovely Drusilla, she and Spike are enjoying the war, as there isn't a sniff of the slayer around. They are currently disguised as a soldier and nurse in order to infiltrate the trenches and kill a whole lot of the King's finest.
Chapter 3
Captain Thomas Giles sat down near Drewer. He was tied to his chair to prevent him from harming anyone, including himself. Not that it was too likely, but Lieutenant St. John had insisted. When Giles confronted Drewer about the visions he saw, he just broke down weeping. Giles sincerely doubted that this was feigned madness, and that he really was crazy. Still, that's what war did to you. He opened his pocket watch. He flipped open the lid and looked at the image of his darling wife Imelda and their daughter, Lucy. The photo was taken was when she was but a baby. She was five now. He remembered seeing her as a toddler, looking into things. Then he remembered the letter from Imelda - already she had shown a firm aptitude for reading, just like he had.
Giles snapped himself back to the present, and looked at the face of the watch, momentarily forgetting why he was looking. The car to take him back to hospital, of course. It was running about 10 minutes late. Almost in answer, St John marched in.
"Sir, the car to take Private Drewer to hospital has arrived."
"Good, good." said Giles "I'll go and meet them myself."
Giles went to the rear access of the trench, and looked out for the jeep. It arrived with it's two occupants, a nurse and a soldier. The soldier was a youthful looking man. Like the nurse beside him, he was really pale. The nurse was quite beautiful, but her eyes worried Giles. They made him think that her mind was far away. Then again, if Giles had to see the walking wounded every day, he wouldn't be so stable either. They disembarked from the jeep and walked towards them
"Attention" barked St. John. The driver of the jeep looked confused. The nurse nudged him in the ribs.
"Oi! What - oh right." the driver did an exaggerated salute. Giles responded with a salute of his own.
"Long day?" asked Giles
"Could say that." said the driver. They remained outside, and he held his papers up in the air. Giles walked through the tunnel to the barracks where Drewer was being held. He looked behind him, they were still stood at the entrance. Giles was beginning to lose patience.
"Come on, come on, I'm not going to bally well bring him to you am I?" The soldier nodded to the nurse, and they crossed the threshold.
Giles led them to the barracks, where Drewer was sat, still weeping with his head hung in shame. The nurse immediately ran toward him, the sadness on his face was immediately replaced by fear.
"Its her! The Lady has come for me." Drewer screamed
"No, its not her Drewer, its just the kindly nurse." Giles stood up and turned to the guard.
"Honestly he's gone totally bonkers."
Then something shocking happened. The soldier's blue eyes flickered green and then turned yellow. The skin on his face seemed to reshape around his skull in some sort of hideous mask. He opened his mouth to reveal a full set of fangs. Giles gasped in shock.
"Nope, he's the only one of you that had the slightest bloody clue what was happening." Laughed the creature.
He brought Giles to him, and bit into his neck.
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Spike savoured the taste of the dying captain. He was about to drain him dry when he flipped a glance at Dru. She had her fangs buried deep into the fellow tied to the chair. Already he was dead.
"I thought we were saving him to fix up our lodgings!" said Spike pulling away from Giles before he could finish him off.
"I was hungry!" pleaded Dru "Besides there are many more toy soldiers for us to choose. We should play with some more before taking one home."
Spike couldn't argue with that. It was much better killing soldiers in the trenches than on the battlefields. Feeding this way meant that there was less chance of a stray bullet going through his heart, or a bomb exploding and incinerating him.
"Okey Dokie , I mean, not like there's gonna be a Slayer knocking around is there?"
"No, but there will be the next best thing."
Behind them, with a crossbow in one hand, and a crucifix in the other was the Lieutenant who called him to attention.
"Oh look Dru, a watcher to kill!" Spike said with glee.
"Not just one watcher." The Lieutenant corrected. Behind him two more soldiers appeared, one armed with a stake, the other armed with an axe.
"This damned war may have dragged us away from our watching duties, but it doesn't mean we can't take out any of you abominations that wander over here. There are 8 from the watcher's council here, Vampire, and in off duty hours, we are telling others about the council, by the time this war is done, we may have dozens of new recruits." The Lieutenant said.
"So. while all you watchers are over here." Spike began ".that means you can't mobilize the slayer as quickly as before. In other words, you won't be able to 'watch' quite so often!" he laughed loudly "Bloody hell Dru! We can go back home again! And all these watchers stuck here, letting the Germans do our work for us. I really love this war!"
The lieutenant raised his crossbow. Spike knew that Dru was way ahead of him. She picked up the body of the dead private and it used it to shield her. While the he fumbled with another arrow, Spike and Dru headed for the door at the other end of the barracks. They arrived at the front of the trench and leaped over the top, among the bullets and explosions. There was no giddy laughter this time around, just fierce determination to escape.
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Will Spike and Dru stick around? If St. John WAS a watcher, then why didn't he believe Drewer about seeing Drusilla. And is it all over for Captain Giles? Find out in the fourth and final exciting chapter
It's World War I. A lone soldier has seen a mysterious woman clad all in white on the killing fields. Sure enough it's the lovely Drusilla, she and Spike are enjoying the war, as there isn't a sniff of the slayer around. They are currently disguised as a soldier and nurse in order to infiltrate the trenches and kill a whole lot of the King's finest.
Chapter 3
Captain Thomas Giles sat down near Drewer. He was tied to his chair to prevent him from harming anyone, including himself. Not that it was too likely, but Lieutenant St. John had insisted. When Giles confronted Drewer about the visions he saw, he just broke down weeping. Giles sincerely doubted that this was feigned madness, and that he really was crazy. Still, that's what war did to you. He opened his pocket watch. He flipped open the lid and looked at the image of his darling wife Imelda and their daughter, Lucy. The photo was taken was when she was but a baby. She was five now. He remembered seeing her as a toddler, looking into things. Then he remembered the letter from Imelda - already she had shown a firm aptitude for reading, just like he had.
Giles snapped himself back to the present, and looked at the face of the watch, momentarily forgetting why he was looking. The car to take him back to hospital, of course. It was running about 10 minutes late. Almost in answer, St John marched in.
"Sir, the car to take Private Drewer to hospital has arrived."
"Good, good." said Giles "I'll go and meet them myself."
Giles went to the rear access of the trench, and looked out for the jeep. It arrived with it's two occupants, a nurse and a soldier. The soldier was a youthful looking man. Like the nurse beside him, he was really pale. The nurse was quite beautiful, but her eyes worried Giles. They made him think that her mind was far away. Then again, if Giles had to see the walking wounded every day, he wouldn't be so stable either. They disembarked from the jeep and walked towards them
"Attention" barked St. John. The driver of the jeep looked confused. The nurse nudged him in the ribs.
"Oi! What - oh right." the driver did an exaggerated salute. Giles responded with a salute of his own.
"Long day?" asked Giles
"Could say that." said the driver. They remained outside, and he held his papers up in the air. Giles walked through the tunnel to the barracks where Drewer was being held. He looked behind him, they were still stood at the entrance. Giles was beginning to lose patience.
"Come on, come on, I'm not going to bally well bring him to you am I?" The soldier nodded to the nurse, and they crossed the threshold.
Giles led them to the barracks, where Drewer was sat, still weeping with his head hung in shame. The nurse immediately ran toward him, the sadness on his face was immediately replaced by fear.
"Its her! The Lady has come for me." Drewer screamed
"No, its not her Drewer, its just the kindly nurse." Giles stood up and turned to the guard.
"Honestly he's gone totally bonkers."
Then something shocking happened. The soldier's blue eyes flickered green and then turned yellow. The skin on his face seemed to reshape around his skull in some sort of hideous mask. He opened his mouth to reveal a full set of fangs. Giles gasped in shock.
"Nope, he's the only one of you that had the slightest bloody clue what was happening." Laughed the creature.
He brought Giles to him, and bit into his neck.
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Spike savoured the taste of the dying captain. He was about to drain him dry when he flipped a glance at Dru. She had her fangs buried deep into the fellow tied to the chair. Already he was dead.
"I thought we were saving him to fix up our lodgings!" said Spike pulling away from Giles before he could finish him off.
"I was hungry!" pleaded Dru "Besides there are many more toy soldiers for us to choose. We should play with some more before taking one home."
Spike couldn't argue with that. It was much better killing soldiers in the trenches than on the battlefields. Feeding this way meant that there was less chance of a stray bullet going through his heart, or a bomb exploding and incinerating him.
"Okey Dokie , I mean, not like there's gonna be a Slayer knocking around is there?"
"No, but there will be the next best thing."
Behind them, with a crossbow in one hand, and a crucifix in the other was the Lieutenant who called him to attention.
"Oh look Dru, a watcher to kill!" Spike said with glee.
"Not just one watcher." The Lieutenant corrected. Behind him two more soldiers appeared, one armed with a stake, the other armed with an axe.
"This damned war may have dragged us away from our watching duties, but it doesn't mean we can't take out any of you abominations that wander over here. There are 8 from the watcher's council here, Vampire, and in off duty hours, we are telling others about the council, by the time this war is done, we may have dozens of new recruits." The Lieutenant said.
"So. while all you watchers are over here." Spike began ".that means you can't mobilize the slayer as quickly as before. In other words, you won't be able to 'watch' quite so often!" he laughed loudly "Bloody hell Dru! We can go back home again! And all these watchers stuck here, letting the Germans do our work for us. I really love this war!"
The lieutenant raised his crossbow. Spike knew that Dru was way ahead of him. She picked up the body of the dead private and it used it to shield her. While the he fumbled with another arrow, Spike and Dru headed for the door at the other end of the barracks. They arrived at the front of the trench and leaped over the top, among the bullets and explosions. There was no giddy laughter this time around, just fierce determination to escape.
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Will Spike and Dru stick around? If St. John WAS a watcher, then why didn't he believe Drewer about seeing Drusilla. And is it all over for Captain Giles? Find out in the fourth and final exciting chapter