William the Bloody Returns - March 2009
Chapter Nineteen
Angel and Gunn approached Buffy who was huddled in the corner of the alley. The smell of blood was sickening, even to Angel. It was everywhere. Angel bent down and noticed that Buffy was clutching something in her small hand. He pried it open to find Spike's lighter. He sighed softly and the group started to look around for clues. Gunn found two separate piles of ashes about ten feet away from each other.
"Got give it to the little bookworm. He didn't go down without a fight. Looks like there were three of them. Looks like he managed to take two of them out. Probably why that shirt's all burnt up, got give it to Will, he's always been a clever SOB. There's a lot of blood, but I don't know why the third vamp would have dragged him off if he was dead." Gunn said.
"Good point Gunn. Wes, do you think it would do any good to collect samples or anything. Do you think it would help?" Angel asked hopefully.
"Probably not. I'm just as baffled by this as anyone. Who would want to kidnap Spike? He's no threat to the demon world any longer. About the only thing he does is help us with some translations from time to time. That's not worth taking a hit out on him over. Unless, they need him to translate something."
"Why not go to Wolfram and Hart then?" Lorne asked innocently. "Why would a demon go through the trouble of kidnapping poor defenseless Will, especially when every demon within a fifty mile radius knows about him and the slayer, or about his alliance with you, Angel cakes. Seems like an awful lot of work, when you can go there and have anything you want translated for a reasonable price."
Lorne was right, which took them all back to square one. Wesley took some snapshots of the "crime" scene and assessed that there was no need to collect any physical evidence. Angel picked up Buffy, who just clung to him with the little strength she could muster. The team decided to go back to the hotel and figure everything out.
Back at the hotel Angel placed a sleeping Buffy on the couch in the main lobby. He knew that something seriously bad was going to go down. He decided that this might take all the man power he could find. It might turn out to be nothing, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Angel's first call was to Buffy's watcher in England.
"Hello Rupert, how's it going old man?" Angel started.
"Angel? What's going on? Is Buffy all right? What about Dawn?" Giles began.
"There both fine. Problem is Will's turned up missing."
"What do you think happened?"
"I don't know. But I have a bad feeling about it. A group of vampires attacked him and drug him off somewhere. I'm not sure what they would want with him, but I have a feeling it's not to about a lecture on Salinger's writing style. I know it's a lot to ask. But Buffy has completely broken down. She finally cried herself to sleep. She thinks he's dead, but I don't. Spike's done a lot of things, but a letting Buffy down has never been one of them."
"I'll take the first plane in the morning. Shouldn't take me more than twenty-four to thity-six hours to get there."
'Thanks." Angel said, ending the phone call.
Spike had never been Giles favorite being. But over the years Spike had become the poster boy for reform, and he also knew that Buffy was wildly in love with him. And he was Julia's "Grandpa Giles."
Angel then called Xander.
"Hey Harris."
"What's happening dead boy." Xander said jokingly. He glanced at the clock, it was 5 am.
"Spike's gone missing."
"Buffy piss him off again, I don't know why those two even bother sometimes."
"Nothing like that. Found half his blood and his lighter in an alleyway."
"Jesus Man. I'll get Anya up. We'll stop by and get Willow. Should be up there before noon.
"Thanks man."
"Anything for Buffy." Xander said before he terminated the phone call.
Angel sighed. It was almost daylight. There wasn't anything he could do until that night. He might as well go and get some sleep. Angel said a silent prayer for his former childe and friend before he drifted off to sleep.
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Spike woke up groggily for the second time in less than forty-eight hours. He felt strange, but oddly familiar. He looked around the dark room, he could make everything out perfectly. He felt his face morph, he jumped back a little. With an extreme amount of concentration he got his demon to calm down, and his human visage slipped firmly back into place. He felt a pain, a hunger that he hadn't felt in over a century. It was bloodlust, he was starving. Like a fledgling. He noticed that his cell wasn't really a cell, he opened the office door, out onto the docks. He knew he needed to feed. That was the only thing consuming him at that moment. Just as he was about to leave he noticed Nick bringing a girl to him.
"So your awake sleepy head. Looks like you're a bit hungry." Nick said mischievously, throwing the girl at Spike's feet.
"Yeah, a bit. A bit knackered too. Forgot the feeling of all this." Spike answered, still a little dazed.
"It's only going to get better." Nick responded.
The girl looked at Spike wondrously. She was a hooker, she had been turning tricks in order to feed her and her twelve year old sister. She was a sweet looking thing. She wasn't gorgeous, but she would do. A little skinny, and her mascara was running down her face from crying so much, but she would most definitely do. Spike helped the girl off the floor.
"He there luv, what you so upset about?" Spike asked in mock concern
"Nothing. What do you want me to do? Do you need prices? I mean, mister, your awfully handsome - you sure you need me? Don't look like someone that has to pay for it." The girl answered, attempting to sound professional, or to simply hide her fear.
"Let's just say I have specialized tastes." Spike replied, flashing her his most infamous grin.
The girl was still a little frightened, but she looked into his blue eyes, and she felt as if she could trust him.
Spike stared at the girl. Her fear was coming off her in waves. His demon was relishing in the potential feed. Spike lifted the girl's face and softly kissed her lips, biting just enough to draw a little blood. He savored the sweet, coppery fluid as it ran down his throat. So long since he had relished in such a simple act. To Spike's surprise the girl was actually aroused, and she was still afraid. It took every last inch of willpower not to rip her to shreds right there. He looked at the girl again. She couldn't have been any older than seventeen, younger than Dawn. His mind briefly wandered to the girl with the deep blues eyes and dark mane. What would Dawn think of this - he thought to himself. He growled, pushing the thought out of his head. He was sick of the emotions, sick of the feeling. The kill, that's what this was about.
The girl back away when the strange man let an unearthly grow escape from his lips. She could have sworn that his face changed. She had enjoyed the kiss very much, and she was actually looking forward to turning this particular trick. She was now frightened again. She had no idea where she was really, and she wasn't really sure what her client was. She heard stories about girls like her showing up in alleys with their throats ripped out, but she never believed it. She looked at this stranger in front of her and she felt something unholy about him. She knew he was dangerous, and she was sincerely beginning to doubt she would make it out there alive.
Spike stalked toward the girl. He had been looking forward to playing with her. His demon was so hungry though. The demon knew that dear sweet William needed to be put in his fucking place, and the best way to do that would be to kill this poor innocent girl. Spike picked up the girl by her hair, lifting her up until she was about half and inch off the ground.
"Pity luv, I was planning on taking my time with you, but I guess I'm just going to have to eat and run."
With that the demon appeared and the girl screamed. Spike loved the sound of that scream. Her fear was like an aphrodisiac. He dropped her, and she tried to run. He pounced on the girl and pulled her so his lips were inches away from her neck. He could feel the blood pumping throughout her entire body. He leaned in and smelled her once more, before he bit into her jugular. The sickening sound of broken bones and ripped flesh echoed throughout the warehouse. Spike and his demon hungrily drank. He felt alive. He felt refreshed. This is what he had been missing. This power, this passion, it consumed him. He felt alive, truly alive. And his demon knew that it was only a matter of time before he had William completely under his control once again. And the only way to do that would be to get rid of everything that reminded William of his humanity.
Angel and Gunn approached Buffy who was huddled in the corner of the alley. The smell of blood was sickening, even to Angel. It was everywhere. Angel bent down and noticed that Buffy was clutching something in her small hand. He pried it open to find Spike's lighter. He sighed softly and the group started to look around for clues. Gunn found two separate piles of ashes about ten feet away from each other.
"Got give it to the little bookworm. He didn't go down without a fight. Looks like there were three of them. Looks like he managed to take two of them out. Probably why that shirt's all burnt up, got give it to Will, he's always been a clever SOB. There's a lot of blood, but I don't know why the third vamp would have dragged him off if he was dead." Gunn said.
"Good point Gunn. Wes, do you think it would do any good to collect samples or anything. Do you think it would help?" Angel asked hopefully.
"Probably not. I'm just as baffled by this as anyone. Who would want to kidnap Spike? He's no threat to the demon world any longer. About the only thing he does is help us with some translations from time to time. That's not worth taking a hit out on him over. Unless, they need him to translate something."
"Why not go to Wolfram and Hart then?" Lorne asked innocently. "Why would a demon go through the trouble of kidnapping poor defenseless Will, especially when every demon within a fifty mile radius knows about him and the slayer, or about his alliance with you, Angel cakes. Seems like an awful lot of work, when you can go there and have anything you want translated for a reasonable price."
Lorne was right, which took them all back to square one. Wesley took some snapshots of the "crime" scene and assessed that there was no need to collect any physical evidence. Angel picked up Buffy, who just clung to him with the little strength she could muster. The team decided to go back to the hotel and figure everything out.
Back at the hotel Angel placed a sleeping Buffy on the couch in the main lobby. He knew that something seriously bad was going to go down. He decided that this might take all the man power he could find. It might turn out to be nothing, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Angel's first call was to Buffy's watcher in England.
"Hello Rupert, how's it going old man?" Angel started.
"Angel? What's going on? Is Buffy all right? What about Dawn?" Giles began.
"There both fine. Problem is Will's turned up missing."
"What do you think happened?"
"I don't know. But I have a bad feeling about it. A group of vampires attacked him and drug him off somewhere. I'm not sure what they would want with him, but I have a feeling it's not to about a lecture on Salinger's writing style. I know it's a lot to ask. But Buffy has completely broken down. She finally cried herself to sleep. She thinks he's dead, but I don't. Spike's done a lot of things, but a letting Buffy down has never been one of them."
"I'll take the first plane in the morning. Shouldn't take me more than twenty-four to thity-six hours to get there."
'Thanks." Angel said, ending the phone call.
Spike had never been Giles favorite being. But over the years Spike had become the poster boy for reform, and he also knew that Buffy was wildly in love with him. And he was Julia's "Grandpa Giles."
Angel then called Xander.
"Hey Harris."
"What's happening dead boy." Xander said jokingly. He glanced at the clock, it was 5 am.
"Spike's gone missing."
"Buffy piss him off again, I don't know why those two even bother sometimes."
"Nothing like that. Found half his blood and his lighter in an alleyway."
"Jesus Man. I'll get Anya up. We'll stop by and get Willow. Should be up there before noon.
"Thanks man."
"Anything for Buffy." Xander said before he terminated the phone call.
Angel sighed. It was almost daylight. There wasn't anything he could do until that night. He might as well go and get some sleep. Angel said a silent prayer for his former childe and friend before he drifted off to sleep.
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Spike woke up groggily for the second time in less than forty-eight hours. He felt strange, but oddly familiar. He looked around the dark room, he could make everything out perfectly. He felt his face morph, he jumped back a little. With an extreme amount of concentration he got his demon to calm down, and his human visage slipped firmly back into place. He felt a pain, a hunger that he hadn't felt in over a century. It was bloodlust, he was starving. Like a fledgling. He noticed that his cell wasn't really a cell, he opened the office door, out onto the docks. He knew he needed to feed. That was the only thing consuming him at that moment. Just as he was about to leave he noticed Nick bringing a girl to him.
"So your awake sleepy head. Looks like you're a bit hungry." Nick said mischievously, throwing the girl at Spike's feet.
"Yeah, a bit. A bit knackered too. Forgot the feeling of all this." Spike answered, still a little dazed.
"It's only going to get better." Nick responded.
The girl looked at Spike wondrously. She was a hooker, she had been turning tricks in order to feed her and her twelve year old sister. She was a sweet looking thing. She wasn't gorgeous, but she would do. A little skinny, and her mascara was running down her face from crying so much, but she would most definitely do. Spike helped the girl off the floor.
"He there luv, what you so upset about?" Spike asked in mock concern
"Nothing. What do you want me to do? Do you need prices? I mean, mister, your awfully handsome - you sure you need me? Don't look like someone that has to pay for it." The girl answered, attempting to sound professional, or to simply hide her fear.
"Let's just say I have specialized tastes." Spike replied, flashing her his most infamous grin.
The girl was still a little frightened, but she looked into his blue eyes, and she felt as if she could trust him.
Spike stared at the girl. Her fear was coming off her in waves. His demon was relishing in the potential feed. Spike lifted the girl's face and softly kissed her lips, biting just enough to draw a little blood. He savored the sweet, coppery fluid as it ran down his throat. So long since he had relished in such a simple act. To Spike's surprise the girl was actually aroused, and she was still afraid. It took every last inch of willpower not to rip her to shreds right there. He looked at the girl again. She couldn't have been any older than seventeen, younger than Dawn. His mind briefly wandered to the girl with the deep blues eyes and dark mane. What would Dawn think of this - he thought to himself. He growled, pushing the thought out of his head. He was sick of the emotions, sick of the feeling. The kill, that's what this was about.
The girl back away when the strange man let an unearthly grow escape from his lips. She could have sworn that his face changed. She had enjoyed the kiss very much, and she was actually looking forward to turning this particular trick. She was now frightened again. She had no idea where she was really, and she wasn't really sure what her client was. She heard stories about girls like her showing up in alleys with their throats ripped out, but she never believed it. She looked at this stranger in front of her and she felt something unholy about him. She knew he was dangerous, and she was sincerely beginning to doubt she would make it out there alive.
Spike stalked toward the girl. He had been looking forward to playing with her. His demon was so hungry though. The demon knew that dear sweet William needed to be put in his fucking place, and the best way to do that would be to kill this poor innocent girl. Spike picked up the girl by her hair, lifting her up until she was about half and inch off the ground.
"Pity luv, I was planning on taking my time with you, but I guess I'm just going to have to eat and run."
With that the demon appeared and the girl screamed. Spike loved the sound of that scream. Her fear was like an aphrodisiac. He dropped her, and she tried to run. He pounced on the girl and pulled her so his lips were inches away from her neck. He could feel the blood pumping throughout her entire body. He leaned in and smelled her once more, before he bit into her jugular. The sickening sound of broken bones and ripped flesh echoed throughout the warehouse. Spike and his demon hungrily drank. He felt alive. He felt refreshed. This is what he had been missing. This power, this passion, it consumed him. He felt alive, truly alive. And his demon knew that it was only a matter of time before he had William completely under his control once again. And the only way to do that would be to get rid of everything that reminded William of his humanity.