Blood Bath
"So what do we do? We just sit tight or do we run?" Anya was putting some things in a bag and pacing. Giles took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes and looked at them.
"I think Willow and I should stay. Xander and Anya, take Dawn to the airport and do what ever you have to to get on the soonest plane for England. I'll call ahead and someone will pick you up. We'll come later"
Dawn looked up "I want to see for myself" all heads turned and looked "I want to see what happened to her for myself"
"Dawn, It's hard, it's hard for all of us, but this is for your own safety" Willow was past tears, she knew she wouldn't fight the Buffy she knew, she was going to fight a demon that had no connection to Buffy "This isn't Buffy though, It's a demon. She'll kill you, she wants your blood."
The door flew open and Spike walked in flanked by Dru and Buffy. On his left, Dru was wearing a long form fitting dress that swept the floor, it had a laced overtop that keyholed, and her hair flowed down her back. That was not what everyone was staring at. They were looking at Buffy. She was wearing a short black skirt and 14 inch lace up high heeled combat boots and a black deep necked shirt with angel sleeves, her hair was down and in the front there were two black streaks. Buffy put a hand on Spikes arm and Dru followed suite. He grinned at the fearful expressions on all there faces.
"That's right Red, she'll kill you" He walked forward and grabbed her face with one of his hands. "I wonder what you'll taste like" Before Willow could even consider what was happening all hell broke loose.
Spike vamped out and went in for the kill but Xander got there first and punched Spike. Buffy winced, feeling her Sire's pain and ran at Xander. He tried to punch her in the face but she was much to fast for him, she blocked that blow, and the two more following. On the third she grabbed his hand, twisted it and broke his arm with a quite flick of her wrist. He cried out in pain and she laughed and kicked him in the knees. He crumpled to the ground in two much pain to notice the self satisfied grin on her face as she grabbed his head and pulled. With one strong yank she had twisted his head so hard that instead of breaking the neck, she decapitated him.
In this time Spike lunged after Anya who tried to attack Buffy, he bit hard in her neck and tore out her throat. She died instantly and he drank deeply. Dru had gone for Giles and quickly disposed of him, in a few well aimed punches and a quick breaking of the neck.
Willow had grabbed a stunned Dawn's arm and tried to run out of the store but Dru was blocking there path. When Spike was done feeding he wandered over and looked at Willow and Dawn almost lazily and growled. Buffy swaggered over as well and Dawn looked in her eyes and saw that Will was right, the Buffy they knew didn't exist anymore. Spike put his arm around Buffy and laughed.
"I'm apologize to you both for not introducing my new Childe. Her name is Slayer, she's really strong." he put his mouth to her neck, where he had fist bitten her and nibbled the area gently. She half moaned and purred with pleasure.
"Do we kill them Spike? Or do they stay?" She looked at Dawn as though she was a big juicy steak ready to eat.
"I think they'll stay"
"The Witch and the Girl will have a tea party but Ms. Edith shall not be invited because there was no truly innocent blood split." Dru moved out of the way of the door so they could get by, doing a little dance. Buffy put her head on Spike's shoulder and sighed as they walked and eventually ran out.
"I just wish we could torture them a little"
"Another day love, another day"
~~~*~~~
Spike and her were sleeping in the bed and Buffy off to the side when Dru woke up. She actually hadn't fallen asleep yet, she just pretended to be, staying a dreamlike state not much different than how she perceived being awake. She wanted to move to her world, the one only she saw but it never happened just when she wanted it to, it happened at strange moments, like in love making so something.
Dru suddenly felt the desire to get angry at someone, to hurt that person or thing with everything she had. Not her little Platinum Sire, no, not him. Buffy. The Slayer as Spike had named her. She was the reason she couldn't sleep, Slayer was the reason for everything. Dru, by this point, had throughly convinced herself that Spike wanted the Slayer more than her. Despite the fact that even after she begged and pined he still didn't let her sleep on the bed during daylight, and chose Dru instead, Spike, in Dru's mind, loved Slayer more than anything. She would get even. She would exact her revenge on that little bitch, then Spike would love her, and only get her gifts and torture the thing while she watched. Dru half moaned with the pleasure of seeing that.
~~~*~~~
It was day now and Buffy was tired, yet she still didn't have a proper place to sleep. She was lying in the corner of the room, trying to fall asleep. Hadn't she just killed a man, hadn't she nearly drank the blood of her sister? He was the one that had stopped her from killing more people, she relished the blood, the killing, the pain. She deserved a bed and her Spike. It was Drusilla's fault that Buffy was now here, lying on the floor of an old crypt, trying to get some sleep for the day. Why did he still love Dru? Couldn't he see that Buffy was the better one? Didn't her want her more? What was she doing wrong? Well, one thing she remembered from the human world was, eliminate the compation. That's what she would do. Eliminate Drusilla
~~~*~~~
Spike was sleeping well tonight. Two children, both beautiful women who loved none else but him, well, besides the kill. Dru was a treasure in herself. That world that she lived in, so appealing, she often would stare into blank space and then do things she would not normally do. He smiled remembering the time when she was so upset by her white legs that she tried to get a tan. She really did sit outside waiting for the sun, he had just nearly saved her. And then there was Buffy, or now, Slayer. Ahh, what a dream. She was Beautiful and deadly. He had never seen a vamp with that much blood lust and power as there was in her. Ripped Harris's head clean off. Now that was satisfying. She had an extremely strong link to him though, he could feel it in him. The only conclusion he could come to for all of this was that he was just really, really lucky.
"So what do we do? We just sit tight or do we run?" Anya was putting some things in a bag and pacing. Giles took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes and looked at them.
"I think Willow and I should stay. Xander and Anya, take Dawn to the airport and do what ever you have to to get on the soonest plane for England. I'll call ahead and someone will pick you up. We'll come later"
Dawn looked up "I want to see for myself" all heads turned and looked "I want to see what happened to her for myself"
"Dawn, It's hard, it's hard for all of us, but this is for your own safety" Willow was past tears, she knew she wouldn't fight the Buffy she knew, she was going to fight a demon that had no connection to Buffy "This isn't Buffy though, It's a demon. She'll kill you, she wants your blood."
The door flew open and Spike walked in flanked by Dru and Buffy. On his left, Dru was wearing a long form fitting dress that swept the floor, it had a laced overtop that keyholed, and her hair flowed down her back. That was not what everyone was staring at. They were looking at Buffy. She was wearing a short black skirt and 14 inch lace up high heeled combat boots and a black deep necked shirt with angel sleeves, her hair was down and in the front there were two black streaks. Buffy put a hand on Spikes arm and Dru followed suite. He grinned at the fearful expressions on all there faces.
"That's right Red, she'll kill you" He walked forward and grabbed her face with one of his hands. "I wonder what you'll taste like" Before Willow could even consider what was happening all hell broke loose.
Spike vamped out and went in for the kill but Xander got there first and punched Spike. Buffy winced, feeling her Sire's pain and ran at Xander. He tried to punch her in the face but she was much to fast for him, she blocked that blow, and the two more following. On the third she grabbed his hand, twisted it and broke his arm with a quite flick of her wrist. He cried out in pain and she laughed and kicked him in the knees. He crumpled to the ground in two much pain to notice the self satisfied grin on her face as she grabbed his head and pulled. With one strong yank she had twisted his head so hard that instead of breaking the neck, she decapitated him.
In this time Spike lunged after Anya who tried to attack Buffy, he bit hard in her neck and tore out her throat. She died instantly and he drank deeply. Dru had gone for Giles and quickly disposed of him, in a few well aimed punches and a quick breaking of the neck.
Willow had grabbed a stunned Dawn's arm and tried to run out of the store but Dru was blocking there path. When Spike was done feeding he wandered over and looked at Willow and Dawn almost lazily and growled. Buffy swaggered over as well and Dawn looked in her eyes and saw that Will was right, the Buffy they knew didn't exist anymore. Spike put his arm around Buffy and laughed.
"I'm apologize to you both for not introducing my new Childe. Her name is Slayer, she's really strong." he put his mouth to her neck, where he had fist bitten her and nibbled the area gently. She half moaned and purred with pleasure.
"Do we kill them Spike? Or do they stay?" She looked at Dawn as though she was a big juicy steak ready to eat.
"I think they'll stay"
"The Witch and the Girl will have a tea party but Ms. Edith shall not be invited because there was no truly innocent blood split." Dru moved out of the way of the door so they could get by, doing a little dance. Buffy put her head on Spike's shoulder and sighed as they walked and eventually ran out.
"I just wish we could torture them a little"
"Another day love, another day"
~~~*~~~
Spike and her were sleeping in the bed and Buffy off to the side when Dru woke up. She actually hadn't fallen asleep yet, she just pretended to be, staying a dreamlike state not much different than how she perceived being awake. She wanted to move to her world, the one only she saw but it never happened just when she wanted it to, it happened at strange moments, like in love making so something.
Dru suddenly felt the desire to get angry at someone, to hurt that person or thing with everything she had. Not her little Platinum Sire, no, not him. Buffy. The Slayer as Spike had named her. She was the reason she couldn't sleep, Slayer was the reason for everything. Dru, by this point, had throughly convinced herself that Spike wanted the Slayer more than her. Despite the fact that even after she begged and pined he still didn't let her sleep on the bed during daylight, and chose Dru instead, Spike, in Dru's mind, loved Slayer more than anything. She would get even. She would exact her revenge on that little bitch, then Spike would love her, and only get her gifts and torture the thing while she watched. Dru half moaned with the pleasure of seeing that.
~~~*~~~
It was day now and Buffy was tired, yet she still didn't have a proper place to sleep. She was lying in the corner of the room, trying to fall asleep. Hadn't she just killed a man, hadn't she nearly drank the blood of her sister? He was the one that had stopped her from killing more people, she relished the blood, the killing, the pain. She deserved a bed and her Spike. It was Drusilla's fault that Buffy was now here, lying on the floor of an old crypt, trying to get some sleep for the day. Why did he still love Dru? Couldn't he see that Buffy was the better one? Didn't her want her more? What was she doing wrong? Well, one thing she remembered from the human world was, eliminate the compation. That's what she would do. Eliminate Drusilla
~~~*~~~
Spike was sleeping well tonight. Two children, both beautiful women who loved none else but him, well, besides the kill. Dru was a treasure in herself. That world that she lived in, so appealing, she often would stare into blank space and then do things she would not normally do. He smiled remembering the time when she was so upset by her white legs that she tried to get a tan. She really did sit outside waiting for the sun, he had just nearly saved her. And then there was Buffy, or now, Slayer. Ahh, what a dream. She was Beautiful and deadly. He had never seen a vamp with that much blood lust and power as there was in her. Ripped Harris's head clean off. Now that was satisfying. She had an extremely strong link to him though, he could feel it in him. The only conclusion he could come to for all of this was that he was just really, really lucky.