Interrogations and Torture - March 2009
Chapter Forty-One
Nick was seriously worried about how things were going. Sure he was an evil vampire, but torture was never much his thing. When he had been human he was a stage actor, he liked to entertain people, make them laugh. Sure, he was now a viscous killer, but that's what he did. He picked his victim out, killed them and left them. He had never been big on mind games, torture, or bullying. He saw the watcher tied up in an uncomfortable looking position and sighed. There was dried blood over most of his face and several bruises on his naked torso. Oddly enough, the watcher didn't look all that frightened considering he was surrounded by vampires. Nick casually strolled over to the watcher and sat in a chair facing him.
"How you doing old man?" Nick asked, honestly concerned.
"Just peachy." Giles responded glumly.
"Things were not supposed to go down like this." Nick said, almost thinking aloud.
"You're the one that turned him, aren't you?" Giles asked
"Yeah I did."
"I almost feel sorry for you." Giles said before coughing up a small amount of blood.
"Why's that?" Nick asked, almost afraid.
"Buffy is going to kick every square inch of your arse when she finds you. Not because of me, but because of what you did to him." Giles answered matter-of-factly.
"Just following orders." Nick said before realizing what he had just said.
Giles then looked at the vampire quizzically. Well, at least that confirmed his suspicions. He didn't think for a moment that Spike being turned was an accident.
"You're not like the rest of them are you? You're scared, aren't you? The whole kidnapping, torture thing isn't you're cuppa tea, is it my friend?" Giles interrogated.
Nick gave him an irritated look. He was annoyed that this stranger had seen through him so quickly. He was mildly relieved that Spike was locked in his office, preoccupied. Nick knew that if Spike was on his full game that he would have picked up on his doubts a mile away. Giles couldn't help but notice how the vampire had drifted off. He found it odd that this vampire chosen to remain in his human visage, even with a hostage.
"It's not too late you know." Giles finally said.
"For what?"
"To make things right."
"Thanks for the pep talk, but I already have two employers to deal with." Nick huffed. "I suppose if I untie you, you're not going to go anywhere are you?"
"Considering I'm outnumbered about twenty-five to one, I don't suspect I'll be going anywhere for quite some time."
Nick then reached over and untied the knots and the watcher was free.
"You want something to eat? Figure we could play some poker or something. I think blondie's going to be in there for quite awhile. Name's Nick by the way."
"Giles." Giles said, extending his hand.
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Spike paced and forth in his office, twirling the envelope in his hands. His demon screamed for him to just burn it and to go off and torture the watcher for a bit. His humanity cried for him to find out what his long lost love had to say to him. There was once again a small victory for his humanity. He sat down and lit a smoke before carefully opening the letter. The first thing he noticed was the date, and judging from the yellowing of the paper the letter had to have been as old at the date indicated it had been. He mentally figured out what he had been doing around that time, it then dawned on him that was the summer that Dawn came to live with him. He scowled slightly when he realized what Dawn had done. Dawn was now on the top of the list of people to kill in Spike's twisted mind. He then began to read the letter.
July 21st, 2005
To my annoying ex-vampire:
I figured that you would know it was really me if I started this letter on a slightly sarcastic note. I think sarcasm is the right word, I don't know. You and Dawn were always the brains in our fucked up little family.
I guess I should start by apologizing, not just for hitting you that last time, but for every time I hurt you before that. I don't know why I can't just say - I'm sorry. You would think those two little words wouldn't be that big of a deal, right? Apparently it is hard if you're a bitchy and stubborn slayer like I am. It just always seemed easier to blame you for everything, you know? Before, you always readily accepted the blame, because anything to make me happy and all that.
So many things could have been avoided if I would have just been honest with you from the start. I love you so much; sometimes it hurts to breathe when I think about you. I remember how we would get lost in one another's eyes and the entire world would just fall away until it was just the two of us. I miss how you smell, how you would whisper comforting words in my ear late at night. You were my rock and I pushed you away. I would say if I could turn back time I would have done so many things differently, but then we wouldn't have Julia, would we?
I loved you even when you were an 'evil souless monster.' - see what I did with the quotation mark thingys? I never thought you were evil and I always knew that you loved me; I was the one that was at fault. I used you, in so many different ways. I didn't want to get hurt again, and I knew that you had the power to hurt me. I forgave you so long ago for that attack. I know you regret what you did and I know there is nothing either of us can do to change it, but we can go on from here.
I love you the way you are now too. I was just shocked when you came back human, I didn't think you were the same guy I fell in love with. You were still my Spike, just toned down a little bit. We just shouldn't have moved so fast, we should have gone slow this time, taken the time to get to know one another. We were just both so lonely that we blindly ran to one another for comfort, you know?
I want to get to know you again William. I know I can't have what you have with Dawn, because, duh, I hate to read, but I want us to be intimate. I mean more than the naked kind of intimate, not that it isn't nice, because I love being naked with you. OK I am blushing so hard now it's pathetic. I mean I don't know what you're favorite book is or your favorite color is. OK the color thing I have a pretty good idea about. I want to know what your childhood was like. I want to know what makes you tick, granted I admit I'm a little self-absorbed at times and will probably space off from time to time, but you have to just make me pay attention or threaten to kick my ass.
I should have never accused of fooling around with my sister, I know that you wouldn't really do that. She's like your kid sister or something. I had no right to jump to conclusions. I think I was doing that stupid defense mechanism thing again. You know me, not happy unless I'm pissed at you or miserable in general.
Sometimes I have no clue why you ever loved me so much. I am such a whore sometimes. I mean I can count on one hand how many times I've been nice to you in the last decade. I'm too skinny, I have this totally weird bump in my nose. And while I'm being brutally honest, I'm not the sharpest crayon in the box. I know I have the intuition and instinct thing happening, but I have no clue who that Salinger guy is that you talked about all the time. Was he someone you went to college with or something?
I want to tell you why I love you. You suffered so much for what you believed in. Not with just me. I mean I know what you went through for Drusilla, and I don't know many other soulless beings that would sacrifice that much for one person. You are so fucking charming it's pathetic, I mean that smile of yours could melt the hearts of Eskimos. Those eyes, those wonderfully deep cerulean blue eyes. I could get lost for weeks in those eyes. What you always did for me and Dawn, you always cared about us and made us feel loved, even when no one else did. Your weird obsession with hot chocolate and buffalo wings is so laughable it's endearing and cute. Even though Angel had the soul, you always seemed to have so much more life and humanity flowing through your veins. You changed without a soul, without anyone forcing you. You overcame obstacles that the rest of us couldn't even imagine facing. And I love you for you, whatever you are now, whatever you will be in the future. I think I'm finally getting that unconditional love thing that Dawn talks about all the time.
I'm not saying you have to accept this and run to me with arms wide open, but I would like to talk. Nothing big, maybe we could just have a cup of coffee and go from there. I know that I still want you to be a part of my life, even if you have moved on. I will be thinking about you until then.
I will always love you,
Buffy (the annoying, bitchy slayer)
Spike tossed the letter to the side, he hadn't even realized that he had been crying until that moment. His demon was seriously pissed. His demon wanted to run over to the hotel and torch the joint without giving it a second thought. It knew it was losing the battle, the ponce sitting here crying was proof enough of that. The demon then tempted Spike with the prospect of hurting Buffy, like he had hurt her. And nothing would hurt Buffy more right now that having her dear father figure cut up like a paper doll. The thought of releasing some anger calmed Spike down considerably. An evil smile played across his face as he walked out of his office, his duster flying behind him.
"Ok kiddies. We're going to play a game. We're going to see how long it takes for the watcher to pass out from the pain."
Nick dropped his cards and looked at Spike. Maybe the watcher had been right, maybe there was still something her could do. While Spike was busy sharpening his 'tools' Nick snuck out the back door and headed for the hotel.
Nick was seriously worried about how things were going. Sure he was an evil vampire, but torture was never much his thing. When he had been human he was a stage actor, he liked to entertain people, make them laugh. Sure, he was now a viscous killer, but that's what he did. He picked his victim out, killed them and left them. He had never been big on mind games, torture, or bullying. He saw the watcher tied up in an uncomfortable looking position and sighed. There was dried blood over most of his face and several bruises on his naked torso. Oddly enough, the watcher didn't look all that frightened considering he was surrounded by vampires. Nick casually strolled over to the watcher and sat in a chair facing him.
"How you doing old man?" Nick asked, honestly concerned.
"Just peachy." Giles responded glumly.
"Things were not supposed to go down like this." Nick said, almost thinking aloud.
"You're the one that turned him, aren't you?" Giles asked
"Yeah I did."
"I almost feel sorry for you." Giles said before coughing up a small amount of blood.
"Why's that?" Nick asked, almost afraid.
"Buffy is going to kick every square inch of your arse when she finds you. Not because of me, but because of what you did to him." Giles answered matter-of-factly.
"Just following orders." Nick said before realizing what he had just said.
Giles then looked at the vampire quizzically. Well, at least that confirmed his suspicions. He didn't think for a moment that Spike being turned was an accident.
"You're not like the rest of them are you? You're scared, aren't you? The whole kidnapping, torture thing isn't you're cuppa tea, is it my friend?" Giles interrogated.
Nick gave him an irritated look. He was annoyed that this stranger had seen through him so quickly. He was mildly relieved that Spike was locked in his office, preoccupied. Nick knew that if Spike was on his full game that he would have picked up on his doubts a mile away. Giles couldn't help but notice how the vampire had drifted off. He found it odd that this vampire chosen to remain in his human visage, even with a hostage.
"It's not too late you know." Giles finally said.
"For what?"
"To make things right."
"Thanks for the pep talk, but I already have two employers to deal with." Nick huffed. "I suppose if I untie you, you're not going to go anywhere are you?"
"Considering I'm outnumbered about twenty-five to one, I don't suspect I'll be going anywhere for quite some time."
Nick then reached over and untied the knots and the watcher was free.
"You want something to eat? Figure we could play some poker or something. I think blondie's going to be in there for quite awhile. Name's Nick by the way."
"Giles." Giles said, extending his hand.
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Spike paced and forth in his office, twirling the envelope in his hands. His demon screamed for him to just burn it and to go off and torture the watcher for a bit. His humanity cried for him to find out what his long lost love had to say to him. There was once again a small victory for his humanity. He sat down and lit a smoke before carefully opening the letter. The first thing he noticed was the date, and judging from the yellowing of the paper the letter had to have been as old at the date indicated it had been. He mentally figured out what he had been doing around that time, it then dawned on him that was the summer that Dawn came to live with him. He scowled slightly when he realized what Dawn had done. Dawn was now on the top of the list of people to kill in Spike's twisted mind. He then began to read the letter.
July 21st, 2005
To my annoying ex-vampire:
I figured that you would know it was really me if I started this letter on a slightly sarcastic note. I think sarcasm is the right word, I don't know. You and Dawn were always the brains in our fucked up little family.
I guess I should start by apologizing, not just for hitting you that last time, but for every time I hurt you before that. I don't know why I can't just say - I'm sorry. You would think those two little words wouldn't be that big of a deal, right? Apparently it is hard if you're a bitchy and stubborn slayer like I am. It just always seemed easier to blame you for everything, you know? Before, you always readily accepted the blame, because anything to make me happy and all that.
So many things could have been avoided if I would have just been honest with you from the start. I love you so much; sometimes it hurts to breathe when I think about you. I remember how we would get lost in one another's eyes and the entire world would just fall away until it was just the two of us. I miss how you smell, how you would whisper comforting words in my ear late at night. You were my rock and I pushed you away. I would say if I could turn back time I would have done so many things differently, but then we wouldn't have Julia, would we?
I loved you even when you were an 'evil souless monster.' - see what I did with the quotation mark thingys? I never thought you were evil and I always knew that you loved me; I was the one that was at fault. I used you, in so many different ways. I didn't want to get hurt again, and I knew that you had the power to hurt me. I forgave you so long ago for that attack. I know you regret what you did and I know there is nothing either of us can do to change it, but we can go on from here.
I love you the way you are now too. I was just shocked when you came back human, I didn't think you were the same guy I fell in love with. You were still my Spike, just toned down a little bit. We just shouldn't have moved so fast, we should have gone slow this time, taken the time to get to know one another. We were just both so lonely that we blindly ran to one another for comfort, you know?
I want to get to know you again William. I know I can't have what you have with Dawn, because, duh, I hate to read, but I want us to be intimate. I mean more than the naked kind of intimate, not that it isn't nice, because I love being naked with you. OK I am blushing so hard now it's pathetic. I mean I don't know what you're favorite book is or your favorite color is. OK the color thing I have a pretty good idea about. I want to know what your childhood was like. I want to know what makes you tick, granted I admit I'm a little self-absorbed at times and will probably space off from time to time, but you have to just make me pay attention or threaten to kick my ass.
I should have never accused of fooling around with my sister, I know that you wouldn't really do that. She's like your kid sister or something. I had no right to jump to conclusions. I think I was doing that stupid defense mechanism thing again. You know me, not happy unless I'm pissed at you or miserable in general.
Sometimes I have no clue why you ever loved me so much. I am such a whore sometimes. I mean I can count on one hand how many times I've been nice to you in the last decade. I'm too skinny, I have this totally weird bump in my nose. And while I'm being brutally honest, I'm not the sharpest crayon in the box. I know I have the intuition and instinct thing happening, but I have no clue who that Salinger guy is that you talked about all the time. Was he someone you went to college with or something?
I want to tell you why I love you. You suffered so much for what you believed in. Not with just me. I mean I know what you went through for Drusilla, and I don't know many other soulless beings that would sacrifice that much for one person. You are so fucking charming it's pathetic, I mean that smile of yours could melt the hearts of Eskimos. Those eyes, those wonderfully deep cerulean blue eyes. I could get lost for weeks in those eyes. What you always did for me and Dawn, you always cared about us and made us feel loved, even when no one else did. Your weird obsession with hot chocolate and buffalo wings is so laughable it's endearing and cute. Even though Angel had the soul, you always seemed to have so much more life and humanity flowing through your veins. You changed without a soul, without anyone forcing you. You overcame obstacles that the rest of us couldn't even imagine facing. And I love you for you, whatever you are now, whatever you will be in the future. I think I'm finally getting that unconditional love thing that Dawn talks about all the time.
I'm not saying you have to accept this and run to me with arms wide open, but I would like to talk. Nothing big, maybe we could just have a cup of coffee and go from there. I know that I still want you to be a part of my life, even if you have moved on. I will be thinking about you until then.
I will always love you,
Buffy (the annoying, bitchy slayer)
Spike tossed the letter to the side, he hadn't even realized that he had been crying until that moment. His demon was seriously pissed. His demon wanted to run over to the hotel and torch the joint without giving it a second thought. It knew it was losing the battle, the ponce sitting here crying was proof enough of that. The demon then tempted Spike with the prospect of hurting Buffy, like he had hurt her. And nothing would hurt Buffy more right now that having her dear father figure cut up like a paper doll. The thought of releasing some anger calmed Spike down considerably. An evil smile played across his face as he walked out of his office, his duster flying behind him.
"Ok kiddies. We're going to play a game. We're going to see how long it takes for the watcher to pass out from the pain."
Nick dropped his cards and looked at Spike. Maybe the watcher had been right, maybe there was still something her could do. While Spike was busy sharpening his 'tools' Nick snuck out the back door and headed for the hotel.