Dru - March 2009
Chapter Thirty-Three
The stale mate was almost too much for both parties. Spike, unsurprisingly enough was bored to tears over the next couple of days. He didn't venture too far away from the warehouse. He knew he was strong, but he hadn't fed enough over the past couple of days. Part of it was fucking William whispering sweet nothings in his ear about innocents and part of it was simply his anxiety over seeing Dru again, and his anxiousness over the prospect of killing the Slayer.
He could smell her before she walked into the room. Jasmine and other dark spices filled his nostrils when he knew she had returned. He turned to see his dark goddess, his ripe wicked plum. She was as intoxicating as he remembered. He wanted her right there. Such wonderfully torturous things he wanted to do to her willing body. He waited for her to come to him. Her hair was pinned up in a loose bun with strands falling around her face and neck. She was dressed in a red empire waist dress that fell to her ankles. Her lips were stained red, red like blood. Spike grew impatient waiting for her, so he once again let his guard down and walked toward his former lover.
"Drusilla." He simply growled as he approached her.
He didn't wait for her to speak. Spike grabbed Dru and entered into a bruising kiss. He bit at her lips and let his hands roam over her body. The demon had loved every inch of his insane beauty, the feel of her pale flesh against it's host, the way the two lean bodies meshed with one another. It was like paradise. Suddenly Dru pushed Spike off her and wiped her lips with her hand.
"You taste of her blood." Dru spat hatefully.
"What do you mean. Luv?" Spike asked. He missed Dru, he did not miss her crazy ramblings.
"The key. I can taste her on you. You want her, just like you want the nasty Slayer. You taste of blood and ashes." Drusilla replied.
"Come off it pet. I was going to kill the girl and I'm going to kill the Slayer. They'll both be ashes luv, then it'll be just us." Spike pleaded, unhappy about how the conversation was turning out.
"Miss Edith says you lie. The stars say it's not her time. The stars says you played a nasty mean trick on me." Dru replied venomously.
Nick rolled his eyes. He thought things would be going much smoother by now. He needed Dru here to convince Spike that killing the Slayer was the only way. He went to console Drusilla and was met with a set of sharp nails striking his face. Nick used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe off the copious amounts of blood flowing from his face. He stared at Drusilla, completely awestruck. The vampiress looked as if she had gone completely off the deep end.
"This whole place reeks of death and lies. Betrayal, that's what the king of cusps whispers in my ear. Like a good little birdie. I want to go home, now." Dru pouted.
"Love, calm down. I'm here. What will it take for you to believe that I'm not lying?" Spike pleaded once more.
"You kill her. Kill the nasty slayer right now. Kill her and we'll see." Dru stated, telling Spike that the topic was not up for debate.
"As you wish my princess." Spike said, kneeling down, taking Dru's cold hands into his own, kissing each of them.
"Uh, Spike. I know you're the boss and everything, but Buffy's snug as a bug in a rug at the hotel. There's no way you can get in there. And even if you can get in, the odds are like ten to one. I mean what exactly are you going to do?"
"I'll just have to get her to come out and see me, then won't I? I'll have to bring a bit of collateral to make sure she doesn't cheat." Spike grinned, pointing at the corner.
In the corner was Faith, beaten within an inch of her life, still wearing her prison uniform.
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Buffy was sitting out on the patio of the hotel, trying to collect her thoughts. She was desperately racking her brain for some way to solve this problem without endangering her friends lives anymore than they already were. She was already burdened with enough deaths, Tara, Jenny, and in some ways she felt responsible for Warren's death. She just wasn't sure what to do. She was deep in thought when a weasely man with a tacky hat snuck up on the Slayer.
"How's it going cutie?" Whistler asked nonchalantly, sitting next to the Slayer.
"Just when things can't get any worse." Buffy thought aloud.
"Oh, it's going to get worse Slayer." Whistler responded.
"Is that like your job or something? Come and tell me the obvious from time to time. What exactly do you do?" Buffy asked.
"Not my fault your boy got turned. Things weren't supposed to play out like this." Whistler responded cryptically.
"Can you say 'DUH'. No, you little weasel, this is exactly how I had always dreamed things would turn out." Buffy spat.
"Hey, easy there Slayer. Don't shoot the messenger."
"Excuse me if I'm not all happy to see you. The last time we crossed paths, I had to kill the man I loved."
"You did what you had to do. Are you willing to do it again?"
"Do you mean am I ready to kill Spike? Am I ready to kill the father of my child? Am I ready to kill one of my friends? No, not really."
"No, are you ready to do what you have to do?"
"Usually, yeah, I mean hello - died twice here."
"Keep that in mind kiddo. As long as you're willing to do what you have to do, this could play out favorably."
"Great, just what I need. To have you drop by and give me these half answers. Thanks for the help."
"Hey there huffy, I'm not supposed to be here at all. The Powers told me to let you sort through your own messes, they're done trying to help you out."
"Big help they've been." Buffy responded sarcastically.
"You say that now kid, but if you ever truly looked to see what they've done for you, you might be a little more grateful." Whistler responded, a little bit bitterly.
"I know. It's just been a hectic few days and all. So you really can't help me out any more than what you said? I have to do what I have to do."
"That's it cutie. Anyway, I gotta go. Cubs spring training is under way. And at the moment, that's a helluva lot more interesting than watching you bite your nails off. Take care of yourself."
Before Buffy could say anything else Whistler was gone, like he had never been there. Well, if he wasn't there to bitch at then she was going to find someone to listen to her.
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"Are you sure that's all he said?" Giles asked Buffy.
"Yeah, you know the Powers and all their crypitcyness. Whistler just said I had to be willing to do what I needed to do. I dunno, does that mean stake Spike? What?" Buffy asked her watcher.
"I doubt he meant stake Spike. It almost sounds as if the Powers had something to do with Spike becoming human. Wesley and I will look into it. Why don't you get some sleep. To be frank, you look like hell Buffy." Giles told his charge.
"I'm sick of sleeping, I'm sick of all this waiting. I wish he would just show his face already. What if he's out there killing people as we speak? Giles, how am I supposed to let him live if he's killed innocents?"
"Buffy, we'll come to that bridge when we cross it. For now, I want you to attempt to relax. You're no good when you're this anxious."
"Fine, I'll go see if Xander or Willow want to watch a movie or something." Buffy said.
Giles watched Buffy leave the room, unable to hide his own anxiety. He too was perplexed on what to do with Spike if they did detain him and find out he had killed innocent people. Giles quickly pushed the thought out of his head, not wanting to deal with it and concentrated on what Whistler's cryptic message could have meant.
The stale mate was almost too much for both parties. Spike, unsurprisingly enough was bored to tears over the next couple of days. He didn't venture too far away from the warehouse. He knew he was strong, but he hadn't fed enough over the past couple of days. Part of it was fucking William whispering sweet nothings in his ear about innocents and part of it was simply his anxiety over seeing Dru again, and his anxiousness over the prospect of killing the Slayer.
He could smell her before she walked into the room. Jasmine and other dark spices filled his nostrils when he knew she had returned. He turned to see his dark goddess, his ripe wicked plum. She was as intoxicating as he remembered. He wanted her right there. Such wonderfully torturous things he wanted to do to her willing body. He waited for her to come to him. Her hair was pinned up in a loose bun with strands falling around her face and neck. She was dressed in a red empire waist dress that fell to her ankles. Her lips were stained red, red like blood. Spike grew impatient waiting for her, so he once again let his guard down and walked toward his former lover.
"Drusilla." He simply growled as he approached her.
He didn't wait for her to speak. Spike grabbed Dru and entered into a bruising kiss. He bit at her lips and let his hands roam over her body. The demon had loved every inch of his insane beauty, the feel of her pale flesh against it's host, the way the two lean bodies meshed with one another. It was like paradise. Suddenly Dru pushed Spike off her and wiped her lips with her hand.
"You taste of her blood." Dru spat hatefully.
"What do you mean. Luv?" Spike asked. He missed Dru, he did not miss her crazy ramblings.
"The key. I can taste her on you. You want her, just like you want the nasty Slayer. You taste of blood and ashes." Drusilla replied.
"Come off it pet. I was going to kill the girl and I'm going to kill the Slayer. They'll both be ashes luv, then it'll be just us." Spike pleaded, unhappy about how the conversation was turning out.
"Miss Edith says you lie. The stars say it's not her time. The stars says you played a nasty mean trick on me." Dru replied venomously.
Nick rolled his eyes. He thought things would be going much smoother by now. He needed Dru here to convince Spike that killing the Slayer was the only way. He went to console Drusilla and was met with a set of sharp nails striking his face. Nick used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe off the copious amounts of blood flowing from his face. He stared at Drusilla, completely awestruck. The vampiress looked as if she had gone completely off the deep end.
"This whole place reeks of death and lies. Betrayal, that's what the king of cusps whispers in my ear. Like a good little birdie. I want to go home, now." Dru pouted.
"Love, calm down. I'm here. What will it take for you to believe that I'm not lying?" Spike pleaded once more.
"You kill her. Kill the nasty slayer right now. Kill her and we'll see." Dru stated, telling Spike that the topic was not up for debate.
"As you wish my princess." Spike said, kneeling down, taking Dru's cold hands into his own, kissing each of them.
"Uh, Spike. I know you're the boss and everything, but Buffy's snug as a bug in a rug at the hotel. There's no way you can get in there. And even if you can get in, the odds are like ten to one. I mean what exactly are you going to do?"
"I'll just have to get her to come out and see me, then won't I? I'll have to bring a bit of collateral to make sure she doesn't cheat." Spike grinned, pointing at the corner.
In the corner was Faith, beaten within an inch of her life, still wearing her prison uniform.
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Buffy was sitting out on the patio of the hotel, trying to collect her thoughts. She was desperately racking her brain for some way to solve this problem without endangering her friends lives anymore than they already were. She was already burdened with enough deaths, Tara, Jenny, and in some ways she felt responsible for Warren's death. She just wasn't sure what to do. She was deep in thought when a weasely man with a tacky hat snuck up on the Slayer.
"How's it going cutie?" Whistler asked nonchalantly, sitting next to the Slayer.
"Just when things can't get any worse." Buffy thought aloud.
"Oh, it's going to get worse Slayer." Whistler responded.
"Is that like your job or something? Come and tell me the obvious from time to time. What exactly do you do?" Buffy asked.
"Not my fault your boy got turned. Things weren't supposed to play out like this." Whistler responded cryptically.
"Can you say 'DUH'. No, you little weasel, this is exactly how I had always dreamed things would turn out." Buffy spat.
"Hey, easy there Slayer. Don't shoot the messenger."
"Excuse me if I'm not all happy to see you. The last time we crossed paths, I had to kill the man I loved."
"You did what you had to do. Are you willing to do it again?"
"Do you mean am I ready to kill Spike? Am I ready to kill the father of my child? Am I ready to kill one of my friends? No, not really."
"No, are you ready to do what you have to do?"
"Usually, yeah, I mean hello - died twice here."
"Keep that in mind kiddo. As long as you're willing to do what you have to do, this could play out favorably."
"Great, just what I need. To have you drop by and give me these half answers. Thanks for the help."
"Hey there huffy, I'm not supposed to be here at all. The Powers told me to let you sort through your own messes, they're done trying to help you out."
"Big help they've been." Buffy responded sarcastically.
"You say that now kid, but if you ever truly looked to see what they've done for you, you might be a little more grateful." Whistler responded, a little bit bitterly.
"I know. It's just been a hectic few days and all. So you really can't help me out any more than what you said? I have to do what I have to do."
"That's it cutie. Anyway, I gotta go. Cubs spring training is under way. And at the moment, that's a helluva lot more interesting than watching you bite your nails off. Take care of yourself."
Before Buffy could say anything else Whistler was gone, like he had never been there. Well, if he wasn't there to bitch at then she was going to find someone to listen to her.
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"Are you sure that's all he said?" Giles asked Buffy.
"Yeah, you know the Powers and all their crypitcyness. Whistler just said I had to be willing to do what I needed to do. I dunno, does that mean stake Spike? What?" Buffy asked her watcher.
"I doubt he meant stake Spike. It almost sounds as if the Powers had something to do with Spike becoming human. Wesley and I will look into it. Why don't you get some sleep. To be frank, you look like hell Buffy." Giles told his charge.
"I'm sick of sleeping, I'm sick of all this waiting. I wish he would just show his face already. What if he's out there killing people as we speak? Giles, how am I supposed to let him live if he's killed innocents?"
"Buffy, we'll come to that bridge when we cross it. For now, I want you to attempt to relax. You're no good when you're this anxious."
"Fine, I'll go see if Xander or Willow want to watch a movie or something." Buffy said.
Giles watched Buffy leave the room, unable to hide his own anxiety. He too was perplexed on what to do with Spike if they did detain him and find out he had killed innocent people. Giles quickly pushed the thought out of his head, not wanting to deal with it and concentrated on what Whistler's cryptic message could have meant.