Chapter Eight
Sunnydale, 1997; Spike walks up the aisle of an old, torn-down, abandoned church carrying an incense censor. Upon the altar Drusilla is tied at the waist to Angel with their right hands strapped to each other. As Spike reaches the altar he begins to chant, "Eligor. I name thee. Bringer of war, poisoners, pariahs, grand obscenity. Eligor, wretched master of decay, bring your black medicine."
Repeating him, Drusilla whispers, "Black medicine."
Setting down the incense censor, with gloved hands, Spike lifts up a large gold cross; previously owned by vampire master, Du Lac. Spike yells, "Come," as he turns the upside down. He than continues to chant, "Restore your most impious, murderous child."
Drusilla once again repeating Spike, whispers, "Murderous child."
Spike grabs the downward-pointing tip of the cross with his other hand and yanks it down, pulling out a dagger. As he lays the cross back against on the altar he begins to chant again. "From the blood of the sire she is risen, From the blood f the sire she shall rise again." With one swift stroke Spike stabs the blade through the pair's attached hands. As Angel screams in agony a blindingly bright pink light emanates from their wounds. As a pulse of energy spreads out and the light dies back into a faint glimmer, Angel leans forward bracing himself on Drusilla. With Angel leaning towards her, she drops backward as his energy flows into her. "Right than!" Spike announced turning his back to them, "Now we just let them come to a simmering boil, and remove to a low flame."
Sunnydale, 2002; Turning toward the doorway Buffy broke out laughing. "And now we have Harmony."
"Hey," Harmony yelled, "stop laughing. We're here to kill you."
"We?" she questioned. When Harmony's companion stepped out from behind her she said, "Oh, Lyle Gorch. Now the real party can get started." With that Buffy quickly snapped a steak from coat, throwing it into Lyle's heart, causing him to explode as Harmony stared blankly.
"Pretty speckles of sand, "Drusilla cut in, "falling to the ground." She than quickly turned around scratching Harmony's cheek.
"Hay you bitch," Harmony screeched as she dove at Drusilla.
"Think we should help?" Buffy teased. And for the first time since getting soul, Spike smiled.
China, 1900; Spike's head snaps back after being kicked in the face by his opponent, the Slayer. Upon regaining his composure, he tries to duck out of the way of her sword, but is slashed just above his left eyebrow causing blood to spill down his face, as he laugh about the situation. As Spike dodges another swipe of the Slayer's sword he jokes, "Just like I pictured it. This good for you?" Coming back at him, the Slayer charges him, sword whickering through the air in a deadly blur. Spike dodges every swing before viciously backhanding her, causing her to lose grip on the sword. The Slayer, now going hand-to-hand with Spike, lands several kicks and punches to his head, serving to only further enrage the vampire. He beats backs on her, but begins to once again lose ground. Backing him up against a support column, she jams her foot into his throat, pinning him there. She raises a stake, poised to strike the killing blow when an explosion outside blasts part of the temple wall inward, the concussion breaking her hold on Spike. Spike goes on the offensive, knocking the stake from her hand. As the Slayer bends to retrieve it, Spike seizes her arm and wrenches it behind her back. He pulls the hapless girl to him and sinks his fangs deep into her neck, as the Slayer gasps in pain as her life drains away. He than turns her towards him to watch her life drain slowly away from her eyes.
With her last breath, she speaks to him in Chinese, saying, "Tell my mother I'm sorry."
As Spike dropped her dead body to the ground, licking his lips with please he said, "I'm sorry love, I don't speak Chinese." And than to himself he mumbles, "A fella could get used to this."
NOTE: Hope you enjoy it. Chapter nine is coming up. And it should be completed soon after that.
Sunnydale, 1997; Spike walks up the aisle of an old, torn-down, abandoned church carrying an incense censor. Upon the altar Drusilla is tied at the waist to Angel with their right hands strapped to each other. As Spike reaches the altar he begins to chant, "Eligor. I name thee. Bringer of war, poisoners, pariahs, grand obscenity. Eligor, wretched master of decay, bring your black medicine."
Repeating him, Drusilla whispers, "Black medicine."
Setting down the incense censor, with gloved hands, Spike lifts up a large gold cross; previously owned by vampire master, Du Lac. Spike yells, "Come," as he turns the upside down. He than continues to chant, "Restore your most impious, murderous child."
Drusilla once again repeating Spike, whispers, "Murderous child."
Spike grabs the downward-pointing tip of the cross with his other hand and yanks it down, pulling out a dagger. As he lays the cross back against on the altar he begins to chant again. "From the blood of the sire she is risen, From the blood f the sire she shall rise again." With one swift stroke Spike stabs the blade through the pair's attached hands. As Angel screams in agony a blindingly bright pink light emanates from their wounds. As a pulse of energy spreads out and the light dies back into a faint glimmer, Angel leans forward bracing himself on Drusilla. With Angel leaning towards her, she drops backward as his energy flows into her. "Right than!" Spike announced turning his back to them, "Now we just let them come to a simmering boil, and remove to a low flame."
Sunnydale, 2002; Turning toward the doorway Buffy broke out laughing. "And now we have Harmony."
"Hey," Harmony yelled, "stop laughing. We're here to kill you."
"We?" she questioned. When Harmony's companion stepped out from behind her she said, "Oh, Lyle Gorch. Now the real party can get started." With that Buffy quickly snapped a steak from coat, throwing it into Lyle's heart, causing him to explode as Harmony stared blankly.
"Pretty speckles of sand, "Drusilla cut in, "falling to the ground." She than quickly turned around scratching Harmony's cheek.
"Hay you bitch," Harmony screeched as she dove at Drusilla.
"Think we should help?" Buffy teased. And for the first time since getting soul, Spike smiled.
China, 1900; Spike's head snaps back after being kicked in the face by his opponent, the Slayer. Upon regaining his composure, he tries to duck out of the way of her sword, but is slashed just above his left eyebrow causing blood to spill down his face, as he laugh about the situation. As Spike dodges another swipe of the Slayer's sword he jokes, "Just like I pictured it. This good for you?" Coming back at him, the Slayer charges him, sword whickering through the air in a deadly blur. Spike dodges every swing before viciously backhanding her, causing her to lose grip on the sword. The Slayer, now going hand-to-hand with Spike, lands several kicks and punches to his head, serving to only further enrage the vampire. He beats backs on her, but begins to once again lose ground. Backing him up against a support column, she jams her foot into his throat, pinning him there. She raises a stake, poised to strike the killing blow when an explosion outside blasts part of the temple wall inward, the concussion breaking her hold on Spike. Spike goes on the offensive, knocking the stake from her hand. As the Slayer bends to retrieve it, Spike seizes her arm and wrenches it behind her back. He pulls the hapless girl to him and sinks his fangs deep into her neck, as the Slayer gasps in pain as her life drains away. He than turns her towards him to watch her life drain slowly away from her eyes.
With her last breath, she speaks to him in Chinese, saying, "Tell my mother I'm sorry."
As Spike dropped her dead body to the ground, licking his lips with please he said, "I'm sorry love, I don't speak Chinese." And than to himself he mumbles, "A fella could get used to this."
NOTE: Hope you enjoy it. Chapter nine is coming up. And it should be completed soon after that.