AN: William is making fame of his own and doesn't need anyone else.
The Choice: Chapter 14
It didn't take long for the rumour to spread . even in a war, killing someone with railroad spikes was extremely vicious. Darla came around to say she was proud of him.
"I've always admired your clever mind. Do you know how they call you?"
"Yes, I've heard something about the spike murder. I rather like it, I must say. Short and powerful."
"What's behind it?"
Nothing, I like a vile kill now and then, that's all."
He wasn't telling anyone about his plan to kill the Slayer. This would be his moment and only his.
When the Slayer finally caught up with him it was a disappointment. The Chinese girl in front of him wasn't even half a strong as the one he met in Rome. But at least she wasn't afraid.
"Hello luv, came to kill me?"
He didn't get an answer and he didn't expect one. The samurai sword in her hand said enough as both warriors took their stance. The blows and kicks followed rapidly and the Slayer managed to slice his sleeve but didn't cut into the flesh.
"You owe me a new jacket, Slayer."
As she followed him through the room her sword got caught in a wall. He knocked her from her feet and pulled the sword from the wall. When she wanted to get up he placed the blade at her throat.
"Ahah."
He forced her to stand up and she did with her head held high. She accepted the fate that laid before her, she was destined to die in battle.
"I'm really impressed, I want you to know that. I've never met someone who looked straight into the eyes of death and wasn't afraid."
With that he pierced the skin with his fangs and drained her quickly. He didn't want it to be painful, a great warrior didn't deserve a long and painful death. He was rejoicing in his victory as he walked in the street, the Slayer blood giving him strength he though he didn't possess. How he wished he could share this moment with someone. . . No, this was his!
***
He never encountered Darla or Angel again. He did as was expected of a master vampire, he took over the coven of another vampire who had become weak. When the coven bored him he set out on a rampage of his own, leaving nothing but victims behind. His fame spread fast in the vampire world. As a Childe of Angelus no vampire dared to approach him without respect, but soon he didn't need that title and they forgot about the Scourge of Europe.
Then, in the early seventies of the 20th century he was told that the new Vampire Slayer held her own in London. He grinned as he thought about his home and he wondered how much it had changed.
From the moment he arrived he adored the modern city. He dressed as a punk, strangely attracted to that music. It didn't take him long to find the Slayer. Her powers had grown since he had killed the last girl, but he had also become stronger.
"So here we are. Nice to meet you again, Slayer."
"Shut up, Vampire, I've never seen you in my life. Fight!"
The girl didn't waste any time with exchanging familiarities. She fought well, Spike thought, but she wanted to do things a bit too fancy. In stead of staking him when she had the chance she just knocked him down, apparently to hurt him before she killed him. When he finally got his chance he snapped her neck. He first wanted to walk away, but then pulled off her long leather coat.
"You owed me a jacket, now we're even."
This time the moment wasn't so glorious, but he still felt good. He had confronted two Vampire slayers and survived.
The Choice: Chapter 14
It didn't take long for the rumour to spread . even in a war, killing someone with railroad spikes was extremely vicious. Darla came around to say she was proud of him.
"I've always admired your clever mind. Do you know how they call you?"
"Yes, I've heard something about the spike murder. I rather like it, I must say. Short and powerful."
"What's behind it?"
Nothing, I like a vile kill now and then, that's all."
He wasn't telling anyone about his plan to kill the Slayer. This would be his moment and only his.
When the Slayer finally caught up with him it was a disappointment. The Chinese girl in front of him wasn't even half a strong as the one he met in Rome. But at least she wasn't afraid.
"Hello luv, came to kill me?"
He didn't get an answer and he didn't expect one. The samurai sword in her hand said enough as both warriors took their stance. The blows and kicks followed rapidly and the Slayer managed to slice his sleeve but didn't cut into the flesh.
"You owe me a new jacket, Slayer."
As she followed him through the room her sword got caught in a wall. He knocked her from her feet and pulled the sword from the wall. When she wanted to get up he placed the blade at her throat.
"Ahah."
He forced her to stand up and she did with her head held high. She accepted the fate that laid before her, she was destined to die in battle.
"I'm really impressed, I want you to know that. I've never met someone who looked straight into the eyes of death and wasn't afraid."
With that he pierced the skin with his fangs and drained her quickly. He didn't want it to be painful, a great warrior didn't deserve a long and painful death. He was rejoicing in his victory as he walked in the street, the Slayer blood giving him strength he though he didn't possess. How he wished he could share this moment with someone. . . No, this was his!
***
He never encountered Darla or Angel again. He did as was expected of a master vampire, he took over the coven of another vampire who had become weak. When the coven bored him he set out on a rampage of his own, leaving nothing but victims behind. His fame spread fast in the vampire world. As a Childe of Angelus no vampire dared to approach him without respect, but soon he didn't need that title and they forgot about the Scourge of Europe.
Then, in the early seventies of the 20th century he was told that the new Vampire Slayer held her own in London. He grinned as he thought about his home and he wondered how much it had changed.
From the moment he arrived he adored the modern city. He dressed as a punk, strangely attracted to that music. It didn't take him long to find the Slayer. Her powers had grown since he had killed the last girl, but he had also become stronger.
"So here we are. Nice to meet you again, Slayer."
"Shut up, Vampire, I've never seen you in my life. Fight!"
The girl didn't waste any time with exchanging familiarities. She fought well, Spike thought, but she wanted to do things a bit too fancy. In stead of staking him when she had the chance she just knocked him down, apparently to hurt him before she killed him. When he finally got his chance he snapped her neck. He first wanted to walk away, but then pulled off her long leather coat.
"You owed me a jacket, now we're even."
This time the moment wasn't so glorious, but he still felt good. He had confronted two Vampire slayers and survived.