Story: Brenn
Chapter 5
Interview with a Vampire
Brenn swung open the door. She had been staying with Buffy for over two weeks now, and still hadn't found the time to talk to Spike. But now she was really anxious to go, so she had to talk to him today. Especially after the other day.
~~Friday~~
Buffy walked into the kitchen and took two Cokes out of the fridge.
"Want one?" she asked Brenn, who was doing her English homework on the table.
"As soon as I figure out the importance of the article," she replied through a mouth full of chips.
"I can't help you there. English was not my strong point. School was not my strong point."
"Back in Seattle, Pryce helped me with my homework."
"Who's Pryce?"
"Just someone."
"Someone who?"
"Just someone! God damn you, Buffy! If I don't want to talk about something, for fuck's sake let it go!"
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that. Why do you keep so many secrets. I know that you didn't just come to Sunnydale because you were called, so why are you here?"
"Buffy," Brenn said, nearly breathing steam. "I don't want to talk about some things."
"Why all the secrets Brenn, what are you hiding?"
"Nothing. It's my own business. Mine to take care of. I don't need anyone else sticking there noses in it, got it!"
"Brenn."
"Buffy, if it comes down to a fight, I know I'll win. I'm stronger than you. I have both Slayer and vampire powers combined. I wouldn't push it."
~~Back to Now~~
"I'm going out now!"
Brenn stepped out into the sunlight. It was a beautiful Sunday. People were out walking, probably going to church.
"Good morning," an elderly lady greeted her.
"Morning," she replied. She had to stop herself from chocking. The old woman looked just like Granny. She shook off the feeling and continued towards the cemetery.
A small group was holding a memorial service at one of the graves. A little girl broke off from the group and ran over to Brenn.
"Up! Up!" she commanded, her small arms stretching up towards Brenn.
"Hey kid, you should stick with you family. You never know what could happen to them."
"Up! Up!"
"Shana! Shana baby, come back to Mommy," one of the ladies from the group called.
"Mommy," Shana shouted as she ran back to her mother.
Continuing on, Brenn finally made it to Spikes crypt. Pushing open the door she heard someone exclaim, "Bloody hell!"
"Hell is bloody."
"Slayer?"
"Your good Spike, but I'm not your Slayer," she said, closing the door.
"No one invited you."
Brenn smiled, then almost had to slap herself. She had forgotten how hot her family's murderer was. With the bleached blonde hair, and black goth thing going on, he was majorly hunk material.
"You seem familiar."
"Maybe you've seen me lurking around."
"No. You look and smell familiar."
"Maybe I can jog your memory."
"Go ahead-"
BEEP! BEEP! Brenn's cell phone was ringing.
"Hello?"
"Sure Will, I'll be right there."
She hung up.
"Fuck. Spike, meet me at tonight."
"Where?"
"At the Bronze?"
"Why."
"You'll want to trust me. Be there at ten."
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Spike sat down at the table. He had no clue why he had even come to the Bronze to meet that Slayer. Maybe because he was so curious about why Brenn was so familiar.
"Here's your Scotch," the waitress said, handing him a bottle.
"Thanks luv."
He uncapped the bottle and took a big swig. Where the hell was that Slayer!?!
"Hello Spike," Brenn said. "Ordered without me, did you?"
"Your late luv, couldn't wait."
"Whatever. Pour me a glass, will ya."
Spike was shocked.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?"
"No. Now about that glass?"
Spike shrugged and poured her a glass. She took it and swallowed it all in one gulp. She put it down on the table again, gesturing for more.
"What did you want to tell me?" he asked, getting impatient.
"Let's take a walk and I'll tell you."
"All right luv."
Brenn got up and grabbed her jacket off the back of the chair. It was a black leather one, almost identical to Spike's.
"Nice jacket. Where did you get it?"
"Off a dead vamp. I collect things off them if they are worth keeping."
"But doesn't the stuff become dust when you stake them?"
Brenn didn't answer. She just open the door and smiled mischievously. She exited the building, not bothering to hold the door open for Spike. In the alley she made a right. Spike followed, walking slightly behind. Neither talked or said a word until Spike noticed that Brenn was leading them into a particularly bad part of town.
"Brenn, are you sure we should be here?" he asked.
"If your worried about me, don't be. I can take care of myself."
Spike remained silent after that. Brenn led him into an old abandoned building. She muttered something and candles lit. Spike uneasily noticed that they were arranged in a strange symbol.
"Brenn-"
"Have you figured out why I smell familiar Spike?" Brenn asked, her voice showing no hint of emotion.
"Not quite," he replied.
"Then let me refresh your memory. About ten years ago you stumbled onto a family having a party. You attacked them, killing them all."
"What does that have to do with you?"
"That family was mine!!" Brenn literately screamed at him, tears streaking down her face. "You killed them! All of them! From Granny to my baby sister, Shana! All of them Spike. Even the baby who wasn't even a month old! Every damn one Spike! Everyone! Except me. No, you didn't try to even find the six year old hiding in the cupboard. NO, I sat there, scared to tears. I watched you butcher, murder, and defoul all of them. Why
couldn't you have looked for the missing girl? Why?!? Why, God damn you?!?!?"
"I..."
"Shut-up! I'm not finished.
"Them I happened to fall onto the knife my cousin managed to cut you with. It went right through my heart, mixing my blood with your. Now look at me. I have vampire blood in me. Super senses, and I'm immortal. An immortal Slayer. Isn't that a happy thought?"
"What?"
"Now I'm going to use your immortality to get Pryce back."
"Pryce?"
"My Watcher. A vampire you sired sent him to a Hell dimension in exchange for a demon, which I happened to kill in about 5 minutes."
"What?"
"Do I have to explain everything twice to you? Pryce gets sent to Hell, I find you, I send you there and get him back."
"He is more than a Watcher to you, isn't he pet?"
Brenn stopped. She had to swallow the huge lump in her throat.
"He was my only love. It would kill me not to have him with me for he rest of my life."
"But if you immortal.."
"It doesn't mean I won't age. When he dies, I will go with him."
Brenn looked down at the ground, and looked at Spike, a look of pure evil crossing her face.
"Lenx!"
A pole sprang up behind Spike and ropes bound him to it. She then reached down and picked up the sword that was lying on the candles. It was red hot, but she didn't have a problem holding it up.
"Now Spike, you will experience hell."
(A/N)
Finally! I get this chapter up after writers block, and sooooooo many other things. There was extra curricular awards this afternoon and they hauled me up to the stage three times. If you want to know more, go to the link on my look-up. And after tommorow, FREEDOM!!
See-yal!
Beth
Chapter 5
Interview with a Vampire
Brenn swung open the door. She had been staying with Buffy for over two weeks now, and still hadn't found the time to talk to Spike. But now she was really anxious to go, so she had to talk to him today. Especially after the other day.
~~Friday~~
Buffy walked into the kitchen and took two Cokes out of the fridge.
"Want one?" she asked Brenn, who was doing her English homework on the table.
"As soon as I figure out the importance of the article," she replied through a mouth full of chips.
"I can't help you there. English was not my strong point. School was not my strong point."
"Back in Seattle, Pryce helped me with my homework."
"Who's Pryce?"
"Just someone."
"Someone who?"
"Just someone! God damn you, Buffy! If I don't want to talk about something, for fuck's sake let it go!"
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that. Why do you keep so many secrets. I know that you didn't just come to Sunnydale because you were called, so why are you here?"
"Buffy," Brenn said, nearly breathing steam. "I don't want to talk about some things."
"Why all the secrets Brenn, what are you hiding?"
"Nothing. It's my own business. Mine to take care of. I don't need anyone else sticking there noses in it, got it!"
"Brenn."
"Buffy, if it comes down to a fight, I know I'll win. I'm stronger than you. I have both Slayer and vampire powers combined. I wouldn't push it."
~~Back to Now~~
"I'm going out now!"
Brenn stepped out into the sunlight. It was a beautiful Sunday. People were out walking, probably going to church.
"Good morning," an elderly lady greeted her.
"Morning," she replied. She had to stop herself from chocking. The old woman looked just like Granny. She shook off the feeling and continued towards the cemetery.
A small group was holding a memorial service at one of the graves. A little girl broke off from the group and ran over to Brenn.
"Up! Up!" she commanded, her small arms stretching up towards Brenn.
"Hey kid, you should stick with you family. You never know what could happen to them."
"Up! Up!"
"Shana! Shana baby, come back to Mommy," one of the ladies from the group called.
"Mommy," Shana shouted as she ran back to her mother.
Continuing on, Brenn finally made it to Spikes crypt. Pushing open the door she heard someone exclaim, "Bloody hell!"
"Hell is bloody."
"Slayer?"
"Your good Spike, but I'm not your Slayer," she said, closing the door.
"No one invited you."
Brenn smiled, then almost had to slap herself. She had forgotten how hot her family's murderer was. With the bleached blonde hair, and black goth thing going on, he was majorly hunk material.
"You seem familiar."
"Maybe you've seen me lurking around."
"No. You look and smell familiar."
"Maybe I can jog your memory."
"Go ahead-"
BEEP! BEEP! Brenn's cell phone was ringing.
"Hello?"
"Sure Will, I'll be right there."
She hung up.
"Fuck. Spike, meet me at tonight."
"Where?"
"At the Bronze?"
"Why."
"You'll want to trust me. Be there at ten."
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Spike sat down at the table. He had no clue why he had even come to the Bronze to meet that Slayer. Maybe because he was so curious about why Brenn was so familiar.
"Here's your Scotch," the waitress said, handing him a bottle.
"Thanks luv."
He uncapped the bottle and took a big swig. Where the hell was that Slayer!?!
"Hello Spike," Brenn said. "Ordered without me, did you?"
"Your late luv, couldn't wait."
"Whatever. Pour me a glass, will ya."
Spike was shocked.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?"
"No. Now about that glass?"
Spike shrugged and poured her a glass. She took it and swallowed it all in one gulp. She put it down on the table again, gesturing for more.
"What did you want to tell me?" he asked, getting impatient.
"Let's take a walk and I'll tell you."
"All right luv."
Brenn got up and grabbed her jacket off the back of the chair. It was a black leather one, almost identical to Spike's.
"Nice jacket. Where did you get it?"
"Off a dead vamp. I collect things off them if they are worth keeping."
"But doesn't the stuff become dust when you stake them?"
Brenn didn't answer. She just open the door and smiled mischievously. She exited the building, not bothering to hold the door open for Spike. In the alley she made a right. Spike followed, walking slightly behind. Neither talked or said a word until Spike noticed that Brenn was leading them into a particularly bad part of town.
"Brenn, are you sure we should be here?" he asked.
"If your worried about me, don't be. I can take care of myself."
Spike remained silent after that. Brenn led him into an old abandoned building. She muttered something and candles lit. Spike uneasily noticed that they were arranged in a strange symbol.
"Brenn-"
"Have you figured out why I smell familiar Spike?" Brenn asked, her voice showing no hint of emotion.
"Not quite," he replied.
"Then let me refresh your memory. About ten years ago you stumbled onto a family having a party. You attacked them, killing them all."
"What does that have to do with you?"
"That family was mine!!" Brenn literately screamed at him, tears streaking down her face. "You killed them! All of them! From Granny to my baby sister, Shana! All of them Spike. Even the baby who wasn't even a month old! Every damn one Spike! Everyone! Except me. No, you didn't try to even find the six year old hiding in the cupboard. NO, I sat there, scared to tears. I watched you butcher, murder, and defoul all of them. Why
couldn't you have looked for the missing girl? Why?!? Why, God damn you?!?!?"
"I..."
"Shut-up! I'm not finished.
"Them I happened to fall onto the knife my cousin managed to cut you with. It went right through my heart, mixing my blood with your. Now look at me. I have vampire blood in me. Super senses, and I'm immortal. An immortal Slayer. Isn't that a happy thought?"
"What?"
"Now I'm going to use your immortality to get Pryce back."
"Pryce?"
"My Watcher. A vampire you sired sent him to a Hell dimension in exchange for a demon, which I happened to kill in about 5 minutes."
"What?"
"Do I have to explain everything twice to you? Pryce gets sent to Hell, I find you, I send you there and get him back."
"He is more than a Watcher to you, isn't he pet?"
Brenn stopped. She had to swallow the huge lump in her throat.
"He was my only love. It would kill me not to have him with me for he rest of my life."
"But if you immortal.."
"It doesn't mean I won't age. When he dies, I will go with him."
Brenn looked down at the ground, and looked at Spike, a look of pure evil crossing her face.
"Lenx!"
A pole sprang up behind Spike and ropes bound him to it. She then reached down and picked up the sword that was lying on the candles. It was red hot, but she didn't have a problem holding it up.
"Now Spike, you will experience hell."
(A/N)
Finally! I get this chapter up after writers block, and sooooooo many other things. There was extra curricular awards this afternoon and they hauled me up to the stage three times. If you want to know more, go to the link on my look-up. And after tommorow, FREEDOM!!
See-yal!
Beth