A/N: I don't claim to be a vampire know-it-all but for the sake of the
story, I made up a little vampire info.
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Chapter Eight~
They stared at each other in silence. She felt faint as his soft blue eyes glowed mysteriously while holding her gaze steadily. Long white plumes swirled from their mouths, he needlessly panting as he tried to think of something to say.
"Are you okay?" Spike asked as he unsteadily made it to his feet.
"Yes, I-I'm sorry for running into you. It was very careless on my behalf," Anya spat out without thinking.
"Yeah, I'm sorry to," Spike replied.
Anya knew there was something she needed to say as they stood in silence but her racing heart distracted her.
"Well, fancy seeing you here," he said with a nervous chuckle. 'Stupid, stupid!'
"I know, out of all the high populace cities, you happen to be here."
'Happen to be here?' Spike thought to himself. He didn't know what to say. His cool air abandoned him when he needed it most. As he learned while in love with Buffy, if he said anything it would turn into babble.
"Oh!" Anya cried suddenly. "That girl you were with."
She lost her train of thought when Spike tilted his head in curiosity, something that always got Anya weak in the knees even when she was with Xander.
"Faith? How do you know about her?" He asked.
"It's a long story, as they say, but that's not the point-"
"Did you see me with her?" Spike asked with an edge of worry that unnerved Anya.
"Yes, but-"
"When?"
"I'll explain later," Anya said, trying to stay patient, "but right now she's about to get killed by your ex."
"Buffy's a vampire? But she-"
"No!" Anya was thankful she learned to be more patient while dating Xander. "The other one- the insane one, Drusilla, she set up a trap for both of you but you are here now and the woman, Faith, is in trouble."
"Where? I mean, where is the trap?"
"At the vampire nest you were headed to, I think. So if we go to the nest, we can save Faith."
Nervously Spike said, "That would work, if we knew where the nest was."
"Well how many vampire nests could be established in one city?
All Spike needed to do was give Anya a look.
"Valid point," she said with frustration. "Let's start out with retracing your steps and go from there."
"While I'm a little nervous that you seem to know so much, I'll worry about that later. Let's go, this way."
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"You're not right," Drusilla complained in Faith's ear as she held the Slayer's arm so it twisted painfully if moved. "You're supposed to have Spike with you."
"Well, if you let me, I'll just pop outside for a bit and go find him," Faith offered.
Drusilla laughed but yanked on Faith's arm at the same time, bringing the girl up against her. "I may be insane but I'm not stupid."
"Could've fooled me."
With surprising force, even for a vampire, Drusilla shoved Faith into a table. Faith hit the table with such force, she tumbled up on to it. But she also used the opportunity to grab onto a loose board. Breaking it in half, Faith raised herself to her knees and displayed the two stakes.
Out of fury, Drusilla's eyes turned amber and she hissed, "kill her."
"But, Mistress," Kevin interjected quickly, "couldn't we use the girl as bait?"
"Why, you don't love him, do you?" Drusilla questioned Faith and laughed again.
"Of course not," Faith said, "that's why you should let me go."
Faith's legs were sore where they hit the table and her wrist was bruised already. She wouldn't survive a fight against so many vampires especially when one was as old as Drusilla.
"No and you're not the one he loves," Drusilla observed languidly, "then why do you trouble me so?"
"I'm better looking?" Faith suggested as she skimmed the surrounding building for a quick exit.
"We both know that's not it." Drusilla let Faith's comment be forgotten as she strolled lazily about the room, deep in thought.
"Mistress," Kevin whispered impatiently, "can we dispose of the girl yet or will she become bait?"
Suddenly, Faith jumped from the table, stake in hand, and raced towards the door. Three vampires rushed at her but with little work, she dusted two. The third, although, caught her wrist when she dusted the second vampire and threw her to Drusilla's feet.
Unfazed, Drusilla gently placed her foot on Faith's out stretched arm. Then, with no warning, she pressed on it with a chorus of snaps. Faith gasped in pain then bite her lip.
"So you're the Slayer, are you?" Drusilla asked. "Oh, the fun I'll have with you!"
She clapped her hands then kicked Faith into a corner casually.
"The Slayer? I thought that was a myth," one of the vampires said in shock.
"Apparently you don't think very often," Drusilla said shortly and turned her attention back to the wounded Slayer. "Do you really want to displease me so? It would be so much easier if you just forgot the spark you feel for my daddy but try to hide away. I will have my Angel and my Spike and it'll be just like how it use to be."
"Angel, is he alive?"
By now Drusilla was bored with the girl and turned back to her followers.
"We'll use the broken birdy for bait kill her and the demon once I get my lost William back."
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"So this is the place," Spike said when they got to the place where Spike left Faith.
"Great, I was hoping someone would have a bright idea before we got here," Anya mumbled.
"Yeah, me too."
They looked up into each other's eyes then quickly looked away like shy teenagers on their first date.
'This is bloody stupid,' Spike decided as he gathered his courage
"Anya?"
"Yes, Spike?" Anya asked hopefully. Her deep brown eyes twinkled up at him and he faltered.
"I've got something to say."
"Uh-huh?"
"I really." Anya's eyes locked with Spike's and he lost his train of thought. "Oh bloody hell, Anya, I-"
Suddenly he gripped his head in pain.
* * * * * * * * * Drusilla was bored. It was taking her William and his demon whore longer than she expected to find the nest. She'd just assumed that he'd know where it was in the first place. Either that or he'd just happen to find it. But now she had to wait for him to find it. The impatient Drusilla had already grown bored with torturing the Slayer. All she felt like doing was inflicting a few bruises that wouldn't appear for a few days so the Slayer still looked all shiny and new. Then again, Drusilla had never been the type for torture. Sure she liked seeing people suffer but after a while one scream just sounded the same as all the others to her. She just liked the final act, the victim's death. But Spike enjoyed torture. Or at least he had and Drusilla knew when she got him back, it'd be like old times again. Him torturing and her watching: just how a family should operate. But if he didn't hurry up, she could easily find someone else to amuse her.
Closing her eyes, Drusilla swayed with excitement. She had an idea. Concentrating as hard as she could, Drusilla implored to Spike with her mind. She knew he was somewhere in the city and sense she was his sire, he could feel it when she called out for him. She knew when he heard it he'd come.
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"Spike!"
Someone was calling to him as his thoughts swam like a surfer trapped in the undertow. At first he couldn't tell where the voice was or who it was but then it all made sense suddenly. The pain subsided as he heard someone else calling his name.
"Spike!"
He looked up at Anya who looked like she was on the verge of tears. Somehow he found himself on the ground.
"You fainted o-or something equally unpleasant," she explained.
He got up quickly and said, "I know where Drusilla and Faith are."
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TBC
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Chapter Eight~
They stared at each other in silence. She felt faint as his soft blue eyes glowed mysteriously while holding her gaze steadily. Long white plumes swirled from their mouths, he needlessly panting as he tried to think of something to say.
"Are you okay?" Spike asked as he unsteadily made it to his feet.
"Yes, I-I'm sorry for running into you. It was very careless on my behalf," Anya spat out without thinking.
"Yeah, I'm sorry to," Spike replied.
Anya knew there was something she needed to say as they stood in silence but her racing heart distracted her.
"Well, fancy seeing you here," he said with a nervous chuckle. 'Stupid, stupid!'
"I know, out of all the high populace cities, you happen to be here."
'Happen to be here?' Spike thought to himself. He didn't know what to say. His cool air abandoned him when he needed it most. As he learned while in love with Buffy, if he said anything it would turn into babble.
"Oh!" Anya cried suddenly. "That girl you were with."
She lost her train of thought when Spike tilted his head in curiosity, something that always got Anya weak in the knees even when she was with Xander.
"Faith? How do you know about her?" He asked.
"It's a long story, as they say, but that's not the point-"
"Did you see me with her?" Spike asked with an edge of worry that unnerved Anya.
"Yes, but-"
"When?"
"I'll explain later," Anya said, trying to stay patient, "but right now she's about to get killed by your ex."
"Buffy's a vampire? But she-"
"No!" Anya was thankful she learned to be more patient while dating Xander. "The other one- the insane one, Drusilla, she set up a trap for both of you but you are here now and the woman, Faith, is in trouble."
"Where? I mean, where is the trap?"
"At the vampire nest you were headed to, I think. So if we go to the nest, we can save Faith."
Nervously Spike said, "That would work, if we knew where the nest was."
"Well how many vampire nests could be established in one city?
All Spike needed to do was give Anya a look.
"Valid point," she said with frustration. "Let's start out with retracing your steps and go from there."
"While I'm a little nervous that you seem to know so much, I'll worry about that later. Let's go, this way."
* * * * * * * * *
"You're not right," Drusilla complained in Faith's ear as she held the Slayer's arm so it twisted painfully if moved. "You're supposed to have Spike with you."
"Well, if you let me, I'll just pop outside for a bit and go find him," Faith offered.
Drusilla laughed but yanked on Faith's arm at the same time, bringing the girl up against her. "I may be insane but I'm not stupid."
"Could've fooled me."
With surprising force, even for a vampire, Drusilla shoved Faith into a table. Faith hit the table with such force, she tumbled up on to it. But she also used the opportunity to grab onto a loose board. Breaking it in half, Faith raised herself to her knees and displayed the two stakes.
Out of fury, Drusilla's eyes turned amber and she hissed, "kill her."
"But, Mistress," Kevin interjected quickly, "couldn't we use the girl as bait?"
"Why, you don't love him, do you?" Drusilla questioned Faith and laughed again.
"Of course not," Faith said, "that's why you should let me go."
Faith's legs were sore where they hit the table and her wrist was bruised already. She wouldn't survive a fight against so many vampires especially when one was as old as Drusilla.
"No and you're not the one he loves," Drusilla observed languidly, "then why do you trouble me so?"
"I'm better looking?" Faith suggested as she skimmed the surrounding building for a quick exit.
"We both know that's not it." Drusilla let Faith's comment be forgotten as she strolled lazily about the room, deep in thought.
"Mistress," Kevin whispered impatiently, "can we dispose of the girl yet or will she become bait?"
Suddenly, Faith jumped from the table, stake in hand, and raced towards the door. Three vampires rushed at her but with little work, she dusted two. The third, although, caught her wrist when she dusted the second vampire and threw her to Drusilla's feet.
Unfazed, Drusilla gently placed her foot on Faith's out stretched arm. Then, with no warning, she pressed on it with a chorus of snaps. Faith gasped in pain then bite her lip.
"So you're the Slayer, are you?" Drusilla asked. "Oh, the fun I'll have with you!"
She clapped her hands then kicked Faith into a corner casually.
"The Slayer? I thought that was a myth," one of the vampires said in shock.
"Apparently you don't think very often," Drusilla said shortly and turned her attention back to the wounded Slayer. "Do you really want to displease me so? It would be so much easier if you just forgot the spark you feel for my daddy but try to hide away. I will have my Angel and my Spike and it'll be just like how it use to be."
"Angel, is he alive?"
By now Drusilla was bored with the girl and turned back to her followers.
"We'll use the broken birdy for bait kill her and the demon once I get my lost William back."
* * * * * * * * * *
"So this is the place," Spike said when they got to the place where Spike left Faith.
"Great, I was hoping someone would have a bright idea before we got here," Anya mumbled.
"Yeah, me too."
They looked up into each other's eyes then quickly looked away like shy teenagers on their first date.
'This is bloody stupid,' Spike decided as he gathered his courage
"Anya?"
"Yes, Spike?" Anya asked hopefully. Her deep brown eyes twinkled up at him and he faltered.
"I've got something to say."
"Uh-huh?"
"I really." Anya's eyes locked with Spike's and he lost his train of thought. "Oh bloody hell, Anya, I-"
Suddenly he gripped his head in pain.
* * * * * * * * * Drusilla was bored. It was taking her William and his demon whore longer than she expected to find the nest. She'd just assumed that he'd know where it was in the first place. Either that or he'd just happen to find it. But now she had to wait for him to find it. The impatient Drusilla had already grown bored with torturing the Slayer. All she felt like doing was inflicting a few bruises that wouldn't appear for a few days so the Slayer still looked all shiny and new. Then again, Drusilla had never been the type for torture. Sure she liked seeing people suffer but after a while one scream just sounded the same as all the others to her. She just liked the final act, the victim's death. But Spike enjoyed torture. Or at least he had and Drusilla knew when she got him back, it'd be like old times again. Him torturing and her watching: just how a family should operate. But if he didn't hurry up, she could easily find someone else to amuse her.
Closing her eyes, Drusilla swayed with excitement. She had an idea. Concentrating as hard as she could, Drusilla implored to Spike with her mind. She knew he was somewhere in the city and sense she was his sire, he could feel it when she called out for him. She knew when he heard it he'd come.
* * * * * * * * *
"Spike!"
Someone was calling to him as his thoughts swam like a surfer trapped in the undertow. At first he couldn't tell where the voice was or who it was but then it all made sense suddenly. The pain subsided as he heard someone else calling his name.
"Spike!"
He looked up at Anya who looked like she was on the verge of tears. Somehow he found himself on the ground.
"You fainted o-or something equally unpleasant," she explained.
He got up quickly and said, "I know where Drusilla and Faith are."
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TBC