4. Enroll Now!- Angelus' School of Torture for Young Vampires!
January 31, 1880
Guess whom Angelus and I ran across tonight? I've found nothing leaves you quite so satisfied as a spot of torture.
We were in the Red Bear talking. I don't get it but the pillock has taken quite the interest in me. I'm not quite sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, after all he did drive my dearest Drusilla insane. I guess I've proved my usefulness to him. Anyway, let's get on with the story of one of the most satisfying nights of my life.
About the time we exited the pub, Lasher and his group crawled pissed (Isn't it wonderful? I've been spending so much more time with the lower-class lately. It's simply thrilling to be able to learn such vernaculars. And there I go spouting off like a pansy again.) from one of the cheaper pubs in the area.
The first one I killed was Roth. He's the one that managed to brass me off first. He was still laughing when I grabbed him. They all were. But by the time I was finished with him, the whole lot of them was scared shitless. The fear in them made the entire act all the sweeter. It made the blood sweeter.
Gladham was next, and was to be followed by Saunders, but I had to merely snap his neck because Lasher decided to try to make a run for it. I left Angelus to deal with the last of the group, Widgeon, as I followed Lasher. As I said before I had a special mode of death picked for him.
I tracked him around London until a few hours before dawn. The fool didn't realize that the entire time I had been driving him to where I wanted him to go- the railroad yard. I got there before him, of course. Now this is an event that I want to remember for the rest of my life, so I'm making sure not to leave a single detail out.
"Angelus, might you hold this fellow for me?" I knew he was there, of course. He moved from the shadows with the fluid grace I've come to associate with my grandsire, and quickly held Lasher up by the throat.
"Happy to oblige," Angelus stated smirking at the man that was within his grasp. I just sat and watched until Lasher began turning purple. I didn't want him to die to early into the game. Where was the fun in that?
"Now then, I'd rather not have him dead, please."
Angelus shook him a bit before putting him down, "Such a shame. The other one was quite tasty I thought."
I hopped up from my perch grinning at the both of them. I silently wondered how much longer it would take for Lasher's eyes to explode in his head. They certainly were buggered out at the moment.
A plan had already formed in my mind. "No, it will be his decision if he lives or dies tonight." I smiled again as Lasher gurgled. "Why Cyril, you don't think I'm completely uncivilized because I'm a vampire, do you? I'm crushed." I walked around him then knelt at the railroad tracks. I managed to pull out a spike, and don't think that was easy.
I taunted a bit more, before I finally got to the enjoyable part. His thoughts about hearing my poetry were about to come true. He pissed in his pants when he realized what I had planned. "I think my new situation may have improved my poetry," I started. "I'll give you a choice, old man. And I warn you, there's only one right choice here. You can listen to the new poem I've written, or I can shove this railroad spike through your skull. Understand?" My only answer was a moan, but Angelus got a proud look on his face.
"You may have some potential, boy." Well that made me feel great. I can't understand this need I have to impress Angelus, but it's there, and his comment had helped to make my night. It was that, and the blood, and Lasher pissing in his pants. That makes one complete night for William the Bloody.
I kind of like that. Has a ring to it. The bastards used to call me that. William the Bloody Awful Poet. I think it's poetic justice that I go by that when killing them.
I was telling of Lasher's death. He was finally able to mumble out, "The poem."
I had hoped he said that. "I'm sorry," I said. "I don't happen to have a new poem on me." He tried to fight me, but I rammed the spike right through his temple and out the other side. I licked a bit of blood from the wound. Worst blood I've ever tasted. I looked up at Angelus and grinned. "I should have known all his taste was in his mouth."
After that we went out and took a couple of whores home for Darla and Drusilla as usual. She was quite proud of me, and wanted to hear all about it. She's in one of her dazes again. Angelus and Darla keep telling me she will just get over it (and she does) but I can't help but let it worry me. She is my dark goddess after all.
Which leave me to now. I think I'll read a bit. Maybe go down to the pub. ~Spike
February 7, 1880
Been a bit, and I'm not going to write much. Just a few things I want to get off my mind. Angelus took Dru into his room tonight. It's obvious what he's doing to her and I hate it. I'm the one that should be doing those things to her not him! Bloody pillock gets what he wants when he wants it.
I learned that the hard way the other night. Had the broken ribs to prove it. I don't remember how I displeased him, but I did and got a beating for it. The man has mood swings worse than any woman I've ever come across. I have a feeling him taking Dru tonight is to punish me for whatever the hell it was I did too. He knows how to hit where it hurts.
I'm learning from him. I don't know if he realises it or not, but I am. I watch him, how he kills. Someday I'll use it against him. The wanker won't know what hit him either.
I'm going out now. I can't sit here and listen to my goddess' moan anymore. I've discovered I can still get pissed. I think that's what I'm gonna do. Go get pissed, maybe find a nice whore to keep me occupied. Anything to get out of here and away from the sounds of shagging. ~Spike
