Lost

Portalkeeper87

Chapter 9—Revenge on the Poof

Hmm. Where was I going, while the sun was still in the sky? Why, the sewers, of course.

Actually, it wasn't exactly my idea. I was just wandering down the street—and fell into an uncovered manhole.

Ouchies.

Anyway, here I was, still wandering around in the gloom, trying to stay away from anything wet or even slightly moist. And it didn't smell all that great.

Then I sensed it. Something—no, someone—was nearby. A presence, barely an outline in the dark, was there. Something I could feel.

"Hi, if you're an ax murderer, I'll be leaving now," I said cheerily, backing up a few paces. The thing stirred. And a pair of yellow eyes glowed. They blinked, and I could swear I saw a flash of fangs. Fangs that were getting closer.

"Okay, so um, have a nice day?" Now this was scary. Trapped in a dark, dank, smelly place, being stalked by some nightmarish creature. Oh yeah, I've had dreams like this. Only the yellow-eyed being turned out to be this nice, un-evil person from class…only, well, evil.

Ramblings complete, I backed away quickly. But the thing was even faster. Soon very cold and very sharp teeth were attached to my arm.

"Ahhhh! Get off, get off, GET OFF!" I thrashed insanely. And the very large thing formerly attached to me fell off and whimpered.

That hurt!

Now somewhat more calm, I saw the bite marks. And a trickle of blood. An almost sinister feeling overcame me. I believed in the whole 'an eye for an eye' philosophy. Oh yeah.

"It's okay," I whispered, trying to sound non-threatening. Apparently it worked, for whatever was stupid enough to bite me relaxed enough to creep closer. I could tell where it was by the gleam of its eyes. So I watched as it got closer. And closer. And closer…

"Ah-hah!" I yelled, pinning the thing down. An arm reached out to try and dislodge me. I grabbed it and bit down. Hard enough to draw blood.

"Eww!" I spit it out, though not before the now-familiar chocolatey taste filled my mouth. "Hey. You're…"

The vampire still in my grasp whimpered, trying to get loose.

Footsteps approached through the much followed by a recognizable British accent.

"What now, Dalton? Where's the meal? Oh—" The voice stopped. Another glint of yellow eyes in the gloom. "It's you. Alex or whatever. What are you doing here? How did you find us?"

"The name is Alexis, Mr. Chip-head…Unchip-head, actually. And-and wondering around smelly sewers happens to be a…a hobby. Yes, a hobby."

Spike laughed, his voice echoing in the narrow confines. "Sure, kid. What are you doing with Dalton?"

"Oh. Uh, here ya go." I tossed the vampire in the direction of the second set of yellow eyes.

THUD. The sound of one body compacting another.

"Ah! Hey, watch where you're tossing my minions!"

"Oops. Sorry," I said sheepishly. "Um, oh, I found him wandering around. Maybe he's lost. You really should take better care of your lackeys. Before they all get lost or something."

"Whatever, pet." A small flame flickered on, illuminating the interior. Eww, I didn't need to see the brownish muck puddled on the ground. "C'mon, Dru's expecting you. And I was expecting dinner," he added, glancing pointedly at the nerdy-looking vamp still sitting with a dazed expression on his face. The lackey scrambled up in pursuit of food.

Spike walked down the tunnel, me following closely behind.

"What's that?" he asked after a while, pointing at the folded up leather I still carried under my arm. "Smells funny. Like hair gel."

I made a face in the dark. Disgusting. "Just a present for Dru. Thought she'd want to stick pins in it or something. Relieves stress, ya know," I added, seeing the expression on his face.

"Whatever." He stopped at a grate and kicked it open. "In here."

She was sitting in the corner, muttering something intelligible. To the half-burnt doll, the one that was now slightly crushed.

"Miss Edith wants cookies. And tea. A nice pot of hot tea." Her big, haunting eyes stared empty into the gloom. "She wants crumpets and strawberry tarts. For the Queen! The Queen of Hearts. And her wee little king. Miss Edith says Spikey will get the tea and crumpets. And the fish and chips. Won't you, my Spike?"

"Uh…of course…whatever you say." Spike glanced helplessly at the minions gathered around. "Go get some…some crumpets. Yeah, crumpets. Try and find crumpets for the doll."

"Hey," I greeted, twirling the torn, gel-smelling leather jacket. "Here's a present."

Dru squealed with delight and leaped up, clawing viciously at the worn leather. "Smells like my Angelus. The right brand, Johnson & Johnson hair gel. Smells just like him." A dreamy look passed into her eyes. In the next instant, the leather jacket was torn into shreds and thrown about the narrow chamber.

"My sweet Angel is torn apart. And his hair gel is forever lost. Miss Edith ate it with her crumpets and tea."

"Whatever, luv," Spike grated between clenched teeth. A vein popped out of his forehead. "Tear the nancy-boy into shreds. Just-just do it more quietly."

"You have a surprise for me?" she asked no one in particular, forgetting Spike completely. "A surprise? Something for Angel-face? Miss Edith says it's awfully wicked. Like the time Spikey tore off my dress in the middle of the subway and—"

"That's enough for now, ducks. You can tell the tale later," Spike said quickly, covering her mouth before she could continue with rather graphic descriptions of their personal life.

"Yeah, I got a surprise. Fun surprise. Tonight, outside Angel's little apartment." I grinned my most wicked grin. "Miss Edith will definitely like it."

TBC