A/N: Yeah so I went with the obvious direction in that last chapter: it was
Spike Anya met up with. But I figured you guys really wanted it that way.
I am glad, though, that no one really knew for sure! Here's a brand
spanking new chapter just for you guys. Enjoy!
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Chapter Nine~
"They're coming!" Drusilla squealed with the excitement of a little girl on Christmas.
"Wow," said Kevin flatly. "You've only announced that a dozen times by now."
"What is your name?" Drusilla asked softly as she walked up to Kevin and put a nail to his cheek.
"K-Kevin," the vampire stuttered out as the red nail traced the bumps on his morphed face.
"Kevin? Do you want to know something?" she whispered with a low and raspy voice. "You're nothing. Your friends are crabs in the sand. At the end of the night, I don't care if you're still. biting or just dust in the wind."
She cackled at her own joke.
"We may be nothing but you need us. What does that say about you?" Amelia challenged.
"I don't need you. This is just how Spike would want it were he here. Anything to please him."
Drusilla smiled at the fact that all the vampires there wanted to mutiny but know that if they tried, they'd be dust in an instant.
She walked over to Faith, still smiling. The Slayer sneered at her and tugged at her chains despite the shooting pain in the arm Drusilla had stepped on.
"Even with your brain-dead minions, you have no chance against a demon, a vampire, and the Slayer," Faith spat.
Lowering her voice, Drusilla leaned in close to Faith's ear, "six against three? The Chariot isn't stopping for you."
"I've had worse chances. Besides, fate, no pun intended, seems to be on my side lately."
"You're chained up in a burnt up restaurant surrounded by vampires, fate isn't anywhere to be seen. She's probably too busy with cakes and fans to care. Besides, I already know the outcome of the battle."
Drusilla looked Faith over and grabbed her hurt arm. Faith let out an accidental gasp as Drusilla whispered in her ear, "It doesn't look good for you, my wriggling worm."
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"She's here, I can feel it," Spike said as he put his hand on the door to the vamps' lair.
"Okay, so should we just rush them or sneak in through the back or-"
"Hold on," Spike interrupted Anya, "there is no we. I'm going to go in there and try to reason with Drusilla."
"Reason with that nutcase? You're more insane than she is."
"Hey," Spike interjected defensively, "believe it or not, Drusilla and I use to be pretty hot and heavy."
"I believe it."
"And," he continued, ignoring her, "I'm the only one who may be able to talk her into avoiding a fight."
Studying Spike carefully, Anya said, "but if you don't."
"I'll give a signal and you can come in all gung-ho."
"What will the signal be?"
Spike thought a moment and replied, "I'll do a Celine and you'll come in and grab the closest vamp."
"Alright, so I'll just wait out here until you scratch your nose, accomplishing nothing, and hope you don't get staked. Or become Drusilla's boy toy again," Anya said nervously.
"Would that really trouble you, pet?" Spike asked with a satisfied smile and a suggestive raised brow. "If I became her boy toy?"
"Well it would cause me to have many unpleasant images in my mind. Maybe even a slideshow," she said with distaste.
"Hey, lets take a look at your track record, troll boinker."
"I'm not the one who-"
They heard a women gasp in pain from inside the nest. Quickly, they remembered why they were there.
"I'm going in. Remember the signal," Spike said quickly. He put his hand on the doorknob but Anya put hers on top of it. He looked up at her eyes.
"I'm tired of crying," Anya said somberly. "If you die. I'm not going to cry for you. It's going to be hard to do but after what I've been through. Just don't die," she pleaded, grasping his hands in hers. "Pretty please?"
"Anya, I love you," Spike said without meaning to.
Her face brightened and she whispered, "Say it again."
"I love you so much, I-"
Anya caught Spike's mouth with hers and they kissed passionately. He finally mustered his limited self-control and pulled away. She leaned against him, holding his body close.
"I love you, Spike. I thought I'd never-"
He stopped her words and said quickly, "I have to go. Faith."
Anya pulled away, suppressing her emotion.
"Go," she muttered, secretly wishing they could just leave Faith but knowing she'd feel guilty despite herself.
Finding no more words, Spike kissed Anya quickly and let himself into the vampire nest.
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"Yeah?" Faith replied to Drusilla's taunting. "Well, your mo-"
Suddenly the door flew open. Everyone turned to see Spike standing confidently in the doorframe.
"What? No yelling 'surprise!' or throwing balloons?" He asked with disappointment.
Drusilla hadn't actually told the vampires what to do when Spike arrived so most stood back, waiting for orders. But one jumped forward. Spike, quickly pulling a ready-made stake from his coat, took the vampire out in one swift movement.
"Speaking of surprises," Faith said with annoyance, "I thought you were off playing White Knight for your demon lady."
Spike shrugged. "It looked like I'd get more action here."
"That's not surprising, seeing as how you're probably impo- ow!" Drusilla dug her nails into Faith's arm as she spoke. "Everyone keeps interrupting me!"
"My dark love," Drusilla cooed as she stared at Spike with glazed eyes.
"What a pet name- ow!" Faith was shut up again.
With languid movements, Drusilla advanced towards Spike until she could reach out and took Spike's hand in hers.
"I knew you'd come," she purred.
"You know me so well," Spike said as he shifted uncomfortably. It occurred to him then that he should've thought of some sort of plan.
Meanwhile, outside Anya was using all of her self-control she had, which wasn't much, to keep from breaking down the door to get that whore off her man.
"So Drusilla," Spike said with a conversational air as he slipped his hand out of Drusilla's to walk around the room, "quite an operation you have going on here. This all for me?"
"Of course," Drusilla murmured as she followed Spike like a dog.
"I'm touched, really. But honestly, you shouldn't have."
"You better know what you're doing," Faith hissed to Spike so only he could hear.
"No, I had to," Drusilla insisted, "now we can find Angel and be a family again!"
"Angel?" Spike asked sharply. "Why do we need that wanker? We did just fine without him after he got all souled up."
"But I want both of my men," Drusilla whined. She wrapped her arms around Spike and began whimpering.
Drusilla's minions, who still weren't sure what they were supposed to do, exchanged looks, waiting for orders.
"It's not gonna work, Dru," Spike said firmly.
"But." she pleaded in a high nasal voice.
"You heard the man," Faith interjected, "so why don't you go off and find you 'daddy' and leave us alone."
Drusilla's face soured as she walked to Faith. With a quick movement, she slashed across Faith's face with her nails but Spike grabbed her arm before she could do anymore.
"Bitch!" Faith screamed and strained against her chains.
"Now ladies," Spike quickly intervened and positioned himself between the two angry females. "Play nice."
A glinting piece of metal caught Faith's eye as Spike wiggled it behind his back. While everyone was cautiously studying Drusilla, Faith quickly grabbed the metal Spike was offering and set to work on picking the lock on her chains.
"Why are you defending her?" Drusilla questioned.
"Defending? I wouldn't call it that," Spike stalled. "I just. uh. you know, want to save her till the moment's right, love, so we can share her."
Smiling devilishly, Drusilla played with Spike's ear while murmuring, "my sweet, you always know what's best."
Leaning forward, she slowly licked up Spike's neck until she reached his ear, which she sucked softly. While this use to turn Spike on to no end, he instead pulled away impulsively. He didn't realize what he'd done until he was standing against a wall with Drusilla staring daggers at him.
"You," she hissed at her ex-lover. "What happened to you?"
As Drusilla slowly cornered Spike, Faith shook off her chains and ran towards the enraged vampire. But before Faith could even lift a stake, Drusilla shoved her away like an annoying fly into a pile of boxes. Some of the minions grabbed Faith before she could regain herself.
Unfazed by the attack, Drusilla approached Spike and put a delicate hand on his chest, pinning him to the wall. Prepared for the worst, Spike held his non-existent breath. Curiously, Drusilla didn't decapitate him right then and there. Instead she quickly sniffed the length of his body. Her face twisted in disgust as she quickly removed her hand from his chest, recoiling.
"You reek of soul."
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TBC
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Chapter Nine~
"They're coming!" Drusilla squealed with the excitement of a little girl on Christmas.
"Wow," said Kevin flatly. "You've only announced that a dozen times by now."
"What is your name?" Drusilla asked softly as she walked up to Kevin and put a nail to his cheek.
"K-Kevin," the vampire stuttered out as the red nail traced the bumps on his morphed face.
"Kevin? Do you want to know something?" she whispered with a low and raspy voice. "You're nothing. Your friends are crabs in the sand. At the end of the night, I don't care if you're still. biting or just dust in the wind."
She cackled at her own joke.
"We may be nothing but you need us. What does that say about you?" Amelia challenged.
"I don't need you. This is just how Spike would want it were he here. Anything to please him."
Drusilla smiled at the fact that all the vampires there wanted to mutiny but know that if they tried, they'd be dust in an instant.
She walked over to Faith, still smiling. The Slayer sneered at her and tugged at her chains despite the shooting pain in the arm Drusilla had stepped on.
"Even with your brain-dead minions, you have no chance against a demon, a vampire, and the Slayer," Faith spat.
Lowering her voice, Drusilla leaned in close to Faith's ear, "six against three? The Chariot isn't stopping for you."
"I've had worse chances. Besides, fate, no pun intended, seems to be on my side lately."
"You're chained up in a burnt up restaurant surrounded by vampires, fate isn't anywhere to be seen. She's probably too busy with cakes and fans to care. Besides, I already know the outcome of the battle."
Drusilla looked Faith over and grabbed her hurt arm. Faith let out an accidental gasp as Drusilla whispered in her ear, "It doesn't look good for you, my wriggling worm."
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"She's here, I can feel it," Spike said as he put his hand on the door to the vamps' lair.
"Okay, so should we just rush them or sneak in through the back or-"
"Hold on," Spike interrupted Anya, "there is no we. I'm going to go in there and try to reason with Drusilla."
"Reason with that nutcase? You're more insane than she is."
"Hey," Spike interjected defensively, "believe it or not, Drusilla and I use to be pretty hot and heavy."
"I believe it."
"And," he continued, ignoring her, "I'm the only one who may be able to talk her into avoiding a fight."
Studying Spike carefully, Anya said, "but if you don't."
"I'll give a signal and you can come in all gung-ho."
"What will the signal be?"
Spike thought a moment and replied, "I'll do a Celine and you'll come in and grab the closest vamp."
"Alright, so I'll just wait out here until you scratch your nose, accomplishing nothing, and hope you don't get staked. Or become Drusilla's boy toy again," Anya said nervously.
"Would that really trouble you, pet?" Spike asked with a satisfied smile and a suggestive raised brow. "If I became her boy toy?"
"Well it would cause me to have many unpleasant images in my mind. Maybe even a slideshow," she said with distaste.
"Hey, lets take a look at your track record, troll boinker."
"I'm not the one who-"
They heard a women gasp in pain from inside the nest. Quickly, they remembered why they were there.
"I'm going in. Remember the signal," Spike said quickly. He put his hand on the doorknob but Anya put hers on top of it. He looked up at her eyes.
"I'm tired of crying," Anya said somberly. "If you die. I'm not going to cry for you. It's going to be hard to do but after what I've been through. Just don't die," she pleaded, grasping his hands in hers. "Pretty please?"
"Anya, I love you," Spike said without meaning to.
Her face brightened and she whispered, "Say it again."
"I love you so much, I-"
Anya caught Spike's mouth with hers and they kissed passionately. He finally mustered his limited self-control and pulled away. She leaned against him, holding his body close.
"I love you, Spike. I thought I'd never-"
He stopped her words and said quickly, "I have to go. Faith."
Anya pulled away, suppressing her emotion.
"Go," she muttered, secretly wishing they could just leave Faith but knowing she'd feel guilty despite herself.
Finding no more words, Spike kissed Anya quickly and let himself into the vampire nest.
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"Yeah?" Faith replied to Drusilla's taunting. "Well, your mo-"
Suddenly the door flew open. Everyone turned to see Spike standing confidently in the doorframe.
"What? No yelling 'surprise!' or throwing balloons?" He asked with disappointment.
Drusilla hadn't actually told the vampires what to do when Spike arrived so most stood back, waiting for orders. But one jumped forward. Spike, quickly pulling a ready-made stake from his coat, took the vampire out in one swift movement.
"Speaking of surprises," Faith said with annoyance, "I thought you were off playing White Knight for your demon lady."
Spike shrugged. "It looked like I'd get more action here."
"That's not surprising, seeing as how you're probably impo- ow!" Drusilla dug her nails into Faith's arm as she spoke. "Everyone keeps interrupting me!"
"My dark love," Drusilla cooed as she stared at Spike with glazed eyes.
"What a pet name- ow!" Faith was shut up again.
With languid movements, Drusilla advanced towards Spike until she could reach out and took Spike's hand in hers.
"I knew you'd come," she purred.
"You know me so well," Spike said as he shifted uncomfortably. It occurred to him then that he should've thought of some sort of plan.
Meanwhile, outside Anya was using all of her self-control she had, which wasn't much, to keep from breaking down the door to get that whore off her man.
"So Drusilla," Spike said with a conversational air as he slipped his hand out of Drusilla's to walk around the room, "quite an operation you have going on here. This all for me?"
"Of course," Drusilla murmured as she followed Spike like a dog.
"I'm touched, really. But honestly, you shouldn't have."
"You better know what you're doing," Faith hissed to Spike so only he could hear.
"No, I had to," Drusilla insisted, "now we can find Angel and be a family again!"
"Angel?" Spike asked sharply. "Why do we need that wanker? We did just fine without him after he got all souled up."
"But I want both of my men," Drusilla whined. She wrapped her arms around Spike and began whimpering.
Drusilla's minions, who still weren't sure what they were supposed to do, exchanged looks, waiting for orders.
"It's not gonna work, Dru," Spike said firmly.
"But." she pleaded in a high nasal voice.
"You heard the man," Faith interjected, "so why don't you go off and find you 'daddy' and leave us alone."
Drusilla's face soured as she walked to Faith. With a quick movement, she slashed across Faith's face with her nails but Spike grabbed her arm before she could do anymore.
"Bitch!" Faith screamed and strained against her chains.
"Now ladies," Spike quickly intervened and positioned himself between the two angry females. "Play nice."
A glinting piece of metal caught Faith's eye as Spike wiggled it behind his back. While everyone was cautiously studying Drusilla, Faith quickly grabbed the metal Spike was offering and set to work on picking the lock on her chains.
"Why are you defending her?" Drusilla questioned.
"Defending? I wouldn't call it that," Spike stalled. "I just. uh. you know, want to save her till the moment's right, love, so we can share her."
Smiling devilishly, Drusilla played with Spike's ear while murmuring, "my sweet, you always know what's best."
Leaning forward, she slowly licked up Spike's neck until she reached his ear, which she sucked softly. While this use to turn Spike on to no end, he instead pulled away impulsively. He didn't realize what he'd done until he was standing against a wall with Drusilla staring daggers at him.
"You," she hissed at her ex-lover. "What happened to you?"
As Drusilla slowly cornered Spike, Faith shook off her chains and ran towards the enraged vampire. But before Faith could even lift a stake, Drusilla shoved her away like an annoying fly into a pile of boxes. Some of the minions grabbed Faith before she could regain herself.
Unfazed by the attack, Drusilla approached Spike and put a delicate hand on his chest, pinning him to the wall. Prepared for the worst, Spike held his non-existent breath. Curiously, Drusilla didn't decapitate him right then and there. Instead she quickly sniffed the length of his body. Her face twisted in disgust as she quickly removed her hand from his chest, recoiling.
"You reek of soul."
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TBC