A/N: Well, I thought it was about time we were updated on what's going on behind the other lines...
Disclaimer: Bored now.
Dedication: This is for all my real friends, who have stuck by me throughout the good times, the bad times, and the just plain weird times! Hope you like this, although only one of you is reading! lol
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Thomas gave an enraged yell and pounded his fist into the wall again, achieving in creating a third hole in the wood pannelling and spraying more of the stone floor with splinters. He grit his teeth against the pain, ommiting only a low growl through his fangs.
Laurel raised her eyebrows from where she sat watching at the large oak table. "If you're QUITE finished beating the crap out of the wall, maybe we can sit down and discuss a sensible plan...?"
With another growl, Thomas wrenched his fist from the wood and whirled round to face his sister, still in full vamp mode. He glared at the hench vampires lining the walls, faces frozen in fearful impassiveness, as he walked over to seat himself across from her. His left hand was clamped over the fist he had made from his right, attempting to staunch the flow of blood from the cut and bruising flesh. Laurel nodded towards it.
"You'll need something for that." she said matter-of-factly, and motioned to one of the vampires standing to attention. Thomas scowled at her, replying through gritted teeth, "I'm fine."
Laurel knew full well that half of the tone in his voice was due to stubborn annoyance at her, but she chose to ignore it. "Well, if you wouldn't insist on destroying every place we live in whenever you get annoyed..."
He smirked a bit then. "You still haven't forgiven me for torching that house in France yet, have you?"
She raised her eyebrows and replied with a slight laughing tone, "When we had to live in the sewers for a month until we could get a boat out to England? No, you're right, I haven't."
He laughed. "Ninety years and still no? You sure do hold grudges when you want to, Laurie..." She joined in with his laughter.
At that point, a slender blonde vampiress made her way back into the room, carrying a bowl of water and a cloth, which she set on the table as she knelt beside Thomas. Wringing out the cloth in it, she began to wipe both the new and drying blood from his hand. Thomas kept his eyes on Laurel.
"Don't know why you bother, Laurie." he said. "It'll all be healed in a day or so anyway."
She shrugged. "Hey, if we're going after that damn Sire of ours, we'll need to be as healthy as possible, right?" She smirked when he didn't answer. "So...ideas. How would you like to see him die? Sunlight? A good old-fashioned stake? Or..." A sinister grin appeared on her lips as her eyes became dreamy. "How does torture sound."
"Very appealing." Thomas replied, causing more laughter.
"Well," Laurel said eventually, "Spike is second on our list. First up, the Slayer."
Thomas wasn't really listening, and the obviousness of it irritated Laurel. He was far for absorbed in the seductive looks the vampiress tending to his hand kept giving him. Laurel cleared her throat and glared at the blonde.
"If you're QUITE finished, Helena, we have matters to discuss. Please clear up." She said acidly. Thomas, taking this obvious hint, paid her no more attention, and the vampiress sulked away to clear everything up as instructed.
"Yes, the Slayer..." Thomas said. "Well, as you know, I put out a few people to investigate..." He snapped his fingers. "Leo...report."
A tall, muscular vampire stepped forward, grinning wickedly. Laurel regarded him in an almost bored manner, and prompted, "Yes?"
"I've been watching the Slayer as you've instructed, sir." he started. "I've noticed that she appears to 'ang around with certain people a lot. In the local nightclub, I've seen her three times in four nights there, and every time she was with a blonde boy, and sometimes another girl as well. I've also seen her walkin' home with the same pair, although the second girl isn't always present."
"Hmm, a boy, eh?" Laurel remarked, then turned to Thomas with a wicked glint in her dark blue eyes. "A boyfriend, you suppose?"
"I don't think so, ma'am." Leo interrupted, earning a cold glare from Laurel.
"Oh yes?" she replied icily. "Why would that be?"
"Because I saw her last night." Leo lowered his voice slightly and leaned in. "She was in the Haywood Cemetary with a different guy...a VAMPIRE, he was, wearing all black, with his hair all bleached..." Grinning slightly when he saw that he had both the twins' undivided attention, he continued, "Well, they were arguing at first, and I was hidden well, they didn't see me...and I was wondering why she wouldn't just stake 'im, like I thought she would. Then I knew why. Suddenly, they're makin' out like there's no tomorrow!"
Laurel was standing in an instant, and slapped him viciously across the cheek. He stumbled back, his fear all too obvious as he watched her slip into her full vampiric mask.
"Liar!" she hissed. "Bite your tongue! That's not possible!"
"Laurie..." Thomas stood also, placing a pacifying hand on his sister's shoulder. Fixing his own golden orbs on the hench vampire, he said, "Is that all, Leo? Do you know this vampire?"
The terrified vampire shook his head quickly. "N-not quite, sir. W-well, suddenly, she pushes him away and runs off, just leaves 'im standin' there. An'...an' I don' know 'im, but I think she called 'im Spike."
Laurel hissed again. "If you're lying to make a good bit of gossip, Leo..."
The vampire raised his hands quickly in a surrendering gesture. "I'm not, ma'am! I swear!"
"Good." Laurel said in a sickly sweet voice, her pretty human face re-emerging once more. "You may fall back."
Gratefully, Leo stumbled back into line, trying to regain his lost swagger. With a small glance at her brother, Laurel slipped back into her chair, the sinister grin playing once more across her lips. Thomas also sat, a similar smirk appearing.
"Well..." Laurel said slowly, enjoying every minute of this new revelation. "Well, well...I always knew he had a thing for Slayers, but this..."
Thomas laughed jovially, which looked very strange coming from the face of a brutal demon. "Don't blame him myself. She's a pretty little thing, but I wouldn't bother risking myself just for a kiss. Now if she was one of us... well..." He chuckled again.
"Well, maybe you can get your wish." Laurel mused outloud. Her grin widened as she caught his questioning look. "The Slayer seems to be the key to a chain reaction. Hurt her, and both Angelus and Spike will get hurt."
"And a lasting way of doing that..." Thomas said slowly.
"Would be to turn her." Laurel nodded. "But that could backfire. Especially if it'd just make it easier for both of those two bastards."
Thomas looked thoughtful. "How about...we Sire her...then stake her. That way, we get our usage out of her being turned, then get more over them by destroying her."
Laurel regarded him seriously for a long moment, then her face broke into a beautiful, evil smile. "You know..." she said thoughtfully. "That's just what I was thinking."
They both laughed once more.
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Whoo...evil...lol. More soon, hopefully!
Disclaimer: Bored now.
Dedication: This is for all my real friends, who have stuck by me throughout the good times, the bad times, and the just plain weird times! Hope you like this, although only one of you is reading! lol
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Thomas gave an enraged yell and pounded his fist into the wall again, achieving in creating a third hole in the wood pannelling and spraying more of the stone floor with splinters. He grit his teeth against the pain, ommiting only a low growl through his fangs.
Laurel raised her eyebrows from where she sat watching at the large oak table. "If you're QUITE finished beating the crap out of the wall, maybe we can sit down and discuss a sensible plan...?"
With another growl, Thomas wrenched his fist from the wood and whirled round to face his sister, still in full vamp mode. He glared at the hench vampires lining the walls, faces frozen in fearful impassiveness, as he walked over to seat himself across from her. His left hand was clamped over the fist he had made from his right, attempting to staunch the flow of blood from the cut and bruising flesh. Laurel nodded towards it.
"You'll need something for that." she said matter-of-factly, and motioned to one of the vampires standing to attention. Thomas scowled at her, replying through gritted teeth, "I'm fine."
Laurel knew full well that half of the tone in his voice was due to stubborn annoyance at her, but she chose to ignore it. "Well, if you wouldn't insist on destroying every place we live in whenever you get annoyed..."
He smirked a bit then. "You still haven't forgiven me for torching that house in France yet, have you?"
She raised her eyebrows and replied with a slight laughing tone, "When we had to live in the sewers for a month until we could get a boat out to England? No, you're right, I haven't."
He laughed. "Ninety years and still no? You sure do hold grudges when you want to, Laurie..." She joined in with his laughter.
At that point, a slender blonde vampiress made her way back into the room, carrying a bowl of water and a cloth, which she set on the table as she knelt beside Thomas. Wringing out the cloth in it, she began to wipe both the new and drying blood from his hand. Thomas kept his eyes on Laurel.
"Don't know why you bother, Laurie." he said. "It'll all be healed in a day or so anyway."
She shrugged. "Hey, if we're going after that damn Sire of ours, we'll need to be as healthy as possible, right?" She smirked when he didn't answer. "So...ideas. How would you like to see him die? Sunlight? A good old-fashioned stake? Or..." A sinister grin appeared on her lips as her eyes became dreamy. "How does torture sound."
"Very appealing." Thomas replied, causing more laughter.
"Well," Laurel said eventually, "Spike is second on our list. First up, the Slayer."
Thomas wasn't really listening, and the obviousness of it irritated Laurel. He was far for absorbed in the seductive looks the vampiress tending to his hand kept giving him. Laurel cleared her throat and glared at the blonde.
"If you're QUITE finished, Helena, we have matters to discuss. Please clear up." She said acidly. Thomas, taking this obvious hint, paid her no more attention, and the vampiress sulked away to clear everything up as instructed.
"Yes, the Slayer..." Thomas said. "Well, as you know, I put out a few people to investigate..." He snapped his fingers. "Leo...report."
A tall, muscular vampire stepped forward, grinning wickedly. Laurel regarded him in an almost bored manner, and prompted, "Yes?"
"I've been watching the Slayer as you've instructed, sir." he started. "I've noticed that she appears to 'ang around with certain people a lot. In the local nightclub, I've seen her three times in four nights there, and every time she was with a blonde boy, and sometimes another girl as well. I've also seen her walkin' home with the same pair, although the second girl isn't always present."
"Hmm, a boy, eh?" Laurel remarked, then turned to Thomas with a wicked glint in her dark blue eyes. "A boyfriend, you suppose?"
"I don't think so, ma'am." Leo interrupted, earning a cold glare from Laurel.
"Oh yes?" she replied icily. "Why would that be?"
"Because I saw her last night." Leo lowered his voice slightly and leaned in. "She was in the Haywood Cemetary with a different guy...a VAMPIRE, he was, wearing all black, with his hair all bleached..." Grinning slightly when he saw that he had both the twins' undivided attention, he continued, "Well, they were arguing at first, and I was hidden well, they didn't see me...and I was wondering why she wouldn't just stake 'im, like I thought she would. Then I knew why. Suddenly, they're makin' out like there's no tomorrow!"
Laurel was standing in an instant, and slapped him viciously across the cheek. He stumbled back, his fear all too obvious as he watched her slip into her full vampiric mask.
"Liar!" she hissed. "Bite your tongue! That's not possible!"
"Laurie..." Thomas stood also, placing a pacifying hand on his sister's shoulder. Fixing his own golden orbs on the hench vampire, he said, "Is that all, Leo? Do you know this vampire?"
The terrified vampire shook his head quickly. "N-not quite, sir. W-well, suddenly, she pushes him away and runs off, just leaves 'im standin' there. An'...an' I don' know 'im, but I think she called 'im Spike."
Laurel hissed again. "If you're lying to make a good bit of gossip, Leo..."
The vampire raised his hands quickly in a surrendering gesture. "I'm not, ma'am! I swear!"
"Good." Laurel said in a sickly sweet voice, her pretty human face re-emerging once more. "You may fall back."
Gratefully, Leo stumbled back into line, trying to regain his lost swagger. With a small glance at her brother, Laurel slipped back into her chair, the sinister grin playing once more across her lips. Thomas also sat, a similar smirk appearing.
"Well..." Laurel said slowly, enjoying every minute of this new revelation. "Well, well...I always knew he had a thing for Slayers, but this..."
Thomas laughed jovially, which looked very strange coming from the face of a brutal demon. "Don't blame him myself. She's a pretty little thing, but I wouldn't bother risking myself just for a kiss. Now if she was one of us... well..." He chuckled again.
"Well, maybe you can get your wish." Laurel mused outloud. Her grin widened as she caught his questioning look. "The Slayer seems to be the key to a chain reaction. Hurt her, and both Angelus and Spike will get hurt."
"And a lasting way of doing that..." Thomas said slowly.
"Would be to turn her." Laurel nodded. "But that could backfire. Especially if it'd just make it easier for both of those two bastards."
Thomas looked thoughtful. "How about...we Sire her...then stake her. That way, we get our usage out of her being turned, then get more over them by destroying her."
Laurel regarded him seriously for a long moment, then her face broke into a beautiful, evil smile. "You know..." she said thoughtfully. "That's just what I was thinking."
They both laughed once more.
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Whoo...evil...lol. More soon, hopefully!