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 infiltrated the Trenches and Dru killed the poor private and Spike began to kill his superior officer - one Captain Thomas Giles - however, before he could finish the job, Giles' Second in Command, Lt. St. John revealed that he was a watcher, and that there were several watchers drafted into the war. Spike and Dru flee
Chapter 4
St. John's companions began to give chase to Spike and Dru.
"Let them go!" ordered St. John. The only British Trench within good walking distance was Edmund Blackadder's, and they would almost have been doing the British army a favour taking them out. He rushed down to the side of Captain Giles. Blood was rapidly pumping out of the open fang marks on his neck.
"Wh-what were they?" asked Giles
"Vampires. I should have believed him Sir, but I didn't. This damned war. After 2 years I forgot my duties to humanity were more important than my duties to my country. I really thought Drewer was faking madness."
"Please." muttered Giles "Look. after. Lucy." with a shaky hand, he placed his pocket watch into the hands of St. John, before taking his last breath.
***
Spike and Drusilla had been running for about a mile when they ducked into another trench. They did not need an invite into this one because it was possible to get into any of the British Trenches with an invite from one single officer of the English Army. They scaled down the ladder, and arrived back in the trenches.
"Stop, who goes there!" came a voice. Spike looked around. Standing there was a gross little man pointing a bayonet at them. He was dirty and covered in warts and boils.
"Don't mind us mate, just droppin' in" said Spike, ready to rip the little man's throat out.
"Oh alright then." Said the little man. He propped his bayonet back against the wall, and sat on a stool. Next to him was a pile of dead rats. He took them one by one, washed them in a bowl of muddy water and set them aside on another pile. Spike was curious.
"What are you doing?" asked Spike
"Getting' dinner ready for the men." He replied.
"I like you." Drusilla said to him "Your mind plays in the same daisies as mine!"
The little oik looked back at her and blushed - at least Spike thought it was blushing, it was hard to tell under all that grime. Spike himself felt a burning jealousy. While the little man continued to stare googlie eyed at Dru Spike sneaked up behind him, bared his fangs fully, opened his mouth - and nearly passed out from the stench.
"Well mate congratulations" said Spike between coughs "You're the first mortal a Vampire has ever turned his nose up at just because he smells so bloody awful."
"Can we keep him Spike?" asked Drusilla
"No Dru. he'd scare away other humans, and other vampires, and anything with a bloody sense of smell." Spike said taking gulps of fresh air.
Suddenly from behind them he heard "Tally ho, Yip Zang doody!"
A fresh-faced Lieutenant joined them. He seemed to have a constant smile on his face.
"Pip pip Balders, got some new friends I see"
'Balders' nodded "He says he's an umpire Sir."
The boy lieutenant's face seemed to brighten up even more, if that was possible. "Well Hurrah! Bait my badger and call me Edith! A fellow cricket man eh? Never seen you at Cambridge, must be an Oxford man then. Still, no hard feelings, eh? When this War is over, you'll have to come over to our club, the bosh got our old umpire last year."
Spike's head began to hurt. Drusilla was smiling widely. He held the bridge of his nose between his fingers.
"Look we're blood sucking demons from hell you bloody ponce!" said Spike.
"Oh super! Theatre!" exclaimed the lieutenant "Oh don't tell me I know this one, its err, err, err, Romeo and Juliet?"
Spike couldn't take any more. He switched to his demon face and waited to see his frightened reaction. The lieutenant's face went blank. Finally, thought Spike, some real fear. However, the young idiot just started to applaud.
"That is amazing - you know, my Uncle Herman can wiggle his ears and I thought that would take some beating, but if that's not the best Party trick I've ever seen, then paint me blue and call me Judith!"
"C'Mon Dru, we're leavin!" said Spike. What was the good in killing someone if they weren't even slightly afraid?
"But Spike, their minds run wild and free - can't we stay and play?"
Spike rolled his eyes "No, it'll be sun up in a few hours. and I want to get as far away from these two idiots as possible. Besides, it won't be long before someone with a bit of wit turns up here." he started the climb back up the ladder
"Going so soon? Oh blast. well remember, when we get back to Blighty, stop by the Cambridge Cricket and Rogering Society. Tell them Lieutenant George sent you!"
Dru followed Spike out of the trenches. An officer thought Spike was a deserter - he cowered in fear at Spike's demon face, which made it all the more satisfying to rip his lungs out. Dru and Spike left France soon after - Dru wouldn't speak to Spike for 6 months for not letting them stay with Baldrick and Lieutenant George.
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Epilogue
St. Mary's School For Gifted Girls, London, 1926
Lt. St. John stood in the yard of the school. He held the pocket watch given to him by Captain Giles in his hand - he flipped the lid open. The clock had long since stopped. He looked at the baby in the picture, then the mother, then remembered his commanding officer from ten years ago, trying to build up a picture of the young woman he might be looking for. There was a loud clanging of a bell indicating that lessons had finished for the day. The classrooms emptied he had trouble seeing - and not just because of his age, he also had an eye missing from the war, behind him he felt a tap on the shoulder. It was a young girl.
"I know you." She said.
"Lucetta Giles?" asked St. John
"Yes Sir. I was only a little girl when you came that day. I heard my Mother shouting at you, saying you were a liar, and you were shouting back saying it was Daddy's" the little girl stopped herself "My father's wish, and it was the best way you could think of granting it." St. John nodded. Raising Lucy to be a watcher was the best way he could think of protecting her from the dark things of the world. Her mother didn't agree. She thought him mad. It was hard not to agree - 2 men died in the trenches. The watchers agreed to a cover story. They claimed that Private Drewer went mad and killed Giles, and that St. John killed Drewer in retaliation. So, when St. John appeared on the doorstep of Mrs. Giles claiming she had been widowed by vampires, it was a hard pill to swallow.
"Mother would be most cross if she found out I were talking to you." Said the teenage girl.
"And what do you think?" asked St. John.
"I think with an open mind." Said Lucy
"That's good, because an open mind is what keeps you alive in my world."
THE END
Please R and R
Special thanks to: Deathtramp for challenging me to use the Blackadder characters in this 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 infiltrated the Trenches and Dru killed the poor private and Spike began to kill his superior officer - one Captain Thomas Giles - however, before he could finish the job, Giles' Second in Command, Lt. St. John revealed that he was a watcher, and that there were several watchers drafted into the war. Spike and Dru flee
Chapter 4
St. John's companions began to give chase to Spike and Dru.
"Let them go!" ordered St. John. The only British Trench within good walking distance was Edmund Blackadder's, and they would almost have been doing the British army a favour taking them out. He rushed down to the side of Captain Giles. Blood was rapidly pumping out of the open fang marks on his neck.
"Wh-what were they?" asked Giles
"Vampires. I should have believed him Sir, but I didn't. This damned war. After 2 years I forgot my duties to humanity were more important than my duties to my country. I really thought Drewer was faking madness."
"Please." muttered Giles "Look. after. Lucy." with a shaky hand, he placed his pocket watch into the hands of St. John, before taking his last breath.
***
Spike and Drusilla had been running for about a mile when they ducked into another trench. They did not need an invite into this one because it was possible to get into any of the British Trenches with an invite from one single officer of the English Army. They scaled down the ladder, and arrived back in the trenches.
"Stop, who goes there!" came a voice. Spike looked around. Standing there was a gross little man pointing a bayonet at them. He was dirty and covered in warts and boils.
"Don't mind us mate, just droppin' in" said Spike, ready to rip the little man's throat out.
"Oh alright then." Said the little man. He propped his bayonet back against the wall, and sat on a stool. Next to him was a pile of dead rats. He took them one by one, washed them in a bowl of muddy water and set them aside on another pile. Spike was curious.
"What are you doing?" asked Spike
"Getting' dinner ready for the men." He replied.
"I like you." Drusilla said to him "Your mind plays in the same daisies as mine!"
The little oik looked back at her and blushed - at least Spike thought it was blushing, it was hard to tell under all that grime. Spike himself felt a burning jealousy. While the little man continued to stare googlie eyed at Dru Spike sneaked up behind him, bared his fangs fully, opened his mouth - and nearly passed out from the stench.
"Well mate congratulations" said Spike between coughs "You're the first mortal a Vampire has ever turned his nose up at just because he smells so bloody awful."
"Can we keep him Spike?" asked Drusilla
"No Dru. he'd scare away other humans, and other vampires, and anything with a bloody sense of smell." Spike said taking gulps of fresh air.
Suddenly from behind them he heard "Tally ho, Yip Zang doody!"
A fresh-faced Lieutenant joined them. He seemed to have a constant smile on his face.
"Pip pip Balders, got some new friends I see"
'Balders' nodded "He says he's an umpire Sir."
The boy lieutenant's face seemed to brighten up even more, if that was possible. "Well Hurrah! Bait my badger and call me Edith! A fellow cricket man eh? Never seen you at Cambridge, must be an Oxford man then. Still, no hard feelings, eh? When this War is over, you'll have to come over to our club, the bosh got our old umpire last year."
Spike's head began to hurt. Drusilla was smiling widely. He held the bridge of his nose between his fingers.
"Look we're blood sucking demons from hell you bloody ponce!" said Spike.
"Oh super! Theatre!" exclaimed the lieutenant "Oh don't tell me I know this one, its err, err, err, Romeo and Juliet?"
Spike couldn't take any more. He switched to his demon face and waited to see his frightened reaction. The lieutenant's face went blank. Finally, thought Spike, some real fear. However, the young idiot just started to applaud.
"That is amazing - you know, my Uncle Herman can wiggle his ears and I thought that would take some beating, but if that's not the best Party trick I've ever seen, then paint me blue and call me Judith!"
"C'Mon Dru, we're leavin!" said Spike. What was the good in killing someone if they weren't even slightly afraid?
"But Spike, their minds run wild and free - can't we stay and play?"
Spike rolled his eyes "No, it'll be sun up in a few hours. and I want to get as far away from these two idiots as possible. Besides, it won't be long before someone with a bit of wit turns up here." he started the climb back up the ladder
"Going so soon? Oh blast. well remember, when we get back to Blighty, stop by the Cambridge Cricket and Rogering Society. Tell them Lieutenant George sent you!"
Dru followed Spike out of the trenches. An officer thought Spike was a deserter - he cowered in fear at Spike's demon face, which made it all the more satisfying to rip his lungs out. Dru and Spike left France soon after - Dru wouldn't speak to Spike for 6 months for not letting them stay with Baldrick and Lieutenant George.
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Epilogue
St. Mary's School For Gifted Girls, London, 1926
Lt. St. John stood in the yard of the school. He held the pocket watch given to him by Captain Giles in his hand - he flipped the lid open. The clock had long since stopped. He looked at the baby in the picture, then the mother, then remembered his commanding officer from ten years ago, trying to build up a picture of the young woman he might be looking for. There was a loud clanging of a bell indicating that lessons had finished for the day. The classrooms emptied he had trouble seeing - and not just because of his age, he also had an eye missing from the war, behind him he felt a tap on the shoulder. It was a young girl.
"I know you." She said.
"Lucetta Giles?" asked St. John
"Yes Sir. I was only a little girl when you came that day. I heard my Mother shouting at you, saying you were a liar, and you were shouting back saying it was Daddy's" the little girl stopped herself "My father's wish, and it was the best way you could think of granting it." St. John nodded. Raising Lucy to be a watcher was the best way he could think of protecting her from the dark things of the world. Her mother didn't agree. She thought him mad. It was hard not to agree - 2 men died in the trenches. The watchers agreed to a cover story. They claimed that Private Drewer went mad and killed Giles, and that St. John killed Drewer in retaliation. So, when St. John appeared on the doorstep of Mrs. Giles claiming she had been widowed by vampires, it was a hard pill to swallow.
"Mother would be most cross if she found out I were talking to you." Said the teenage girl.
"And what do you think?" asked St. John.
"I think with an open mind." Said Lucy
"That's good, because an open mind is what keeps you alive in my world."
THE END
Please R and R
Special thanks to: Deathtramp for challenging me to use the Blackadder characters in this chapter