Chapter 10- Fighting Class and some other, equally interesting stuff
As night settled on the Hyperion Hotel the non evil occupants tried to rest but to no avail. Connor was fretting over his decision to go to Draco for help and whether Angel had won Cordelia over yet. Angel was still agonising over Buffy and Spike. Gunn and Fred were both thinking of the young blonde haired boy who had flirted with Fred earlier that night, while Wes was wondering whether they would live throughout the rest of the week, let alone weeks to come. Cordelia was simply wondering what on earth had hit them all, and then realised that the arrival of blonde haired, blue eyed evil people had sparked something that was inevitable, after all, their lives did have an element of afternoon soap opera shows embedded in it.
The evil occupants were having a peaceful sleep after their ventures of that night. They slept the sleep of the extremely tired and evil.
The next morning, unbeknownst to the three blonde haired blue eyed evil sons of Spike, was already planned out for them. Spike had arranged for his sons to take part in what he mildly called training. At precisely eight in the morning Dally, Draco and Ariel were woken to the bang of their door being swung open and hitting the wall by a somewhat happy looking Spike. Amid groans, protests and a terrible amount of coarse language Spike said to his sons, "Boys, today is going to be an interesting one. Be in the foyer in thirty minutes; get some grub on the way there if you can." Spike then turned around and began to walk out of the room, "And one more thing. Don't dress up, we're not going to a bloody fashion parade, Draco, I'm talking to you." With a look at the annoyed Draco Spike left, leaving three evil sons to deal with the evils of being woken up early in the morning.
Even though the three blondes did not want to get up and did not want to have an interesting day, they were in the foyer of the Hyperion Hotel thirty minutes later to discover that their father wasn't even there. Instead, they were in the company of the sleepless and, in most cases, hostile permanent occupants of the Hyperion Hotel.
Draco, being the shit stirrer that he was gave Connor a smirk, a raised eyebrow and a not-so-discrete look at Cordelia. This, of course, did not go missed by anyone in the foyer. And, to Draco's delight, Connor, the guy who always has the same stupid look on his face actually blushed. To add to Draco's wonderful sense of accomplishment, everyone began to get confused over who to glare at, the evil sons or Connor, who was obviously scheming something with the aforementioned evil sons. It was this precise moment of confusion and Connor turning beet-red that Spike decided to make an entrance from where ever he was; they were all too busy doing what they didn't do best to notice.
Spike reached the middle of the two groups, his sons and Angel and company, and gave a nice big smirk at the lot of them, "So, what did I miss?" At this question there were a few grumblings and murmurs as the people who worked at the hotel did, for once, what they were supposed to be doing, work. After seeing them all to their respective jobs Spike turned to his sons, "Follow me, we have some work to do."
As they walked through the rather nasty looking underground tunnels that led from the Hyperion Hotel to other parts of the city Dally spoke up, "Why do we have to go through sewerage drains to get where we want to go? I mean, there are things such as buses and cars."
Spike stopped and turned around and looked at his eldest son, "I'm a vampire; I can't go out in sunlight. You know, burning UV rays that come from the sky? That Bram Stoker didn't write that book for nothing."
Spike and sons resumed walking as Dally said under his breath, "We're gonna have to buy a van."
After walking what was roughly three blocks Spike began to talk to his sons, "What we're going to do today boys, is some fighting." Spike already knew that the protests would come and said to them, "Yes, I know you can already fight, just not the way I want you to fight. We're aren't going to be fighting other kids who happen to annoy you, we're going to be fighting demons and vampires and people who can do more damage than your average person. Dally; you know what I'm talking about," he then turned to his two younger sons with an explanation, "We went out for a bit of a drink and a fight last night. You are all obviously learned in the art of psychological warfare, as I could see back there Draco. But you lot couldn't fight someone who had any form of weapon apart from his fists, so I'm going to train you to do proper fighting. And here is our exit."
Spike then took a ladder out of the tunnel and magically popped out into an abandoned factory. He then stood by as his sons hopped out of the tunnel and into the huge, empty and dank space of the factory. The floor was covered in dust and grit and all the windows had been blacked out. But it was big and it was dark, which is obviously just what Spike had been aiming for.
Back at the Hyperion Hotel though, something else was taking place, something along the lines of an argument. Gunn was pacing back and forth in the foyer while Lorne and Fred were standing behind the front desk. Angel, Connor, Cordelia and Wesley were simply standing around the room looking around at everyone solemnly, the argument was about whether to let Spike and his sons stay.
Gunn was extremely anti-evil sons, "Why should we let them stay, they've been here for not even a full day and already they've started scheming something." This was aimed mainly at Fred, who wanted to give Spike and his sons a chance, but the last comment was aimed at Connor, who looked at his feet as if they were his saviour.
Fred then began to argue rationality, which is never high on anyone's list when you lived in the Hyperion Hotel, "They haven't really done anything though. Angel said they could stay if they didn't have anything to do with him and they haven't. You've also got to take into account that they have just found out who their father is! Two of them have come from entirely different universes; I know how it feels to be in a dimension where you don't know what's happening, where you don't know anyone and where you're disorientated. We can't kick them out. Where is Spike going to take them? Some horrible place where he will turn them into evil killing machines? If they stay here then we can keep an eye on them and make sure that they don't get too evil."
Fred was obviously oblivious to the fact that they didn't have the ball in their court, the sons had power over them, so, Angel, being the guy that he is agreed, "I reckon we should let them stay, Fred's right, we have a chance to stop them from getting out of hand. We all know that someone who has evil tendencies isn't as bad as someone who is out of control." Fred looked at Gunn with a "well then?" expression.
"Whatever you say Angel, but if that slimy Draco kid looks at Fred like he was again, I'm going to tear the guy to pieces, no matter what anyone says," Gunn looked around at the unresponsive group around him.
And, as per usual, it was high time that Wesley put his two cents in, "What you are overlooking is that these sons are already evil. Have you seen the way Ariel looks at us? He is the essence of an evil child, seemingly docile, or in this case just hostile on the surface with his true, evil intentions underneath. I believe he might be planning something." Everyone just looked at him doubtfully.
Fred, again arguing for the three sons who she secretly thought were quite good looking, brave and charismatic said, "But it's obvious that Ariel came from such a different dimension. Did you see the way he was looking at the lights? It's probably just his form of defence, hostility." The obvious example being Connor, the ever frowning boy.
Angel nodded his head as everyone looked at their leader who apparently had forgotten about the fabulous performance he put on last night. Cordy finally chipped in as well, "I reckon we should let them stay, I agree that they might be a little lost and need to gather their bearings." The whole time she was saying this she was thinking how amazingly good looking Draco was, it seemed that the evil sons had the female occupants of the Hyperion Hotel wrapped around their fingers. And only Draco had noticed.
Lorne stood up straight, stretched and groaned loudly, getting everyone's attention, "Well, I still believe that there is some form of prophecy happening here. Isn't it a bit odd that they all just turn up?"
Wes looked at him as if he were a child, "They didn't 'just turn up' Spike got them out of their respective dimensions so that he could involve his sons in some evil plot."
Angel sighed, fed up with the conversation, "Wes, he isn't doing anything like that. I know Spike, if he were creating some form of plot he would be very obvious about it and some of us would most likely to be dead already. After all, we all slept in the same building last night with out any trouble from him. I think he just wants to take his sons back to Sunnydale for some perverted reason." Angel then did a repeat performance of the night before, and walked slowly over to his lift thingy and went downstairs. And what did he do downstairs? He did the adult version of sulking, he brooded.
Back upstairs though Connor carefully looked at Cordelia's reaction while trying not to look like he was doing so, which he failed miserably at. Cordy then looked at Connor, "Have you got anything to say about all this?" She asked all this in an overly sugary sweet voice.
Getting uncomfortable being the centre of attention he nervously said, "No.I think I'll go now." With that he bounded out of the room as fast as he could.
This left the remaining group in the foyer to look at each other in uncomfortable silence to make their excuses and to escape from the situation they were in. They all went and thought about the three blonde haired blue eyed sons of a blonde haired blue eyed vampire and how much they were screwing with their minds.
--****--
Ariel, for the fifth time landed flat on his back on the overly dirty floor of the abandoned factory. He raised himself onto his arms and looked at his father who was standing over him with his eyebrows raised; Ariel said to him, "Does it really matter whether I get this one thing right or not?"
Spike answered without moving a muscle, "Yes, it bloody well does. It could save your life, whether you want to be saved or not." Spike then walked away from Ariel towards Draco and Dally who were sitting on a bench looking bored. As soon as Ariel was on his feet Spike turned around and began to attack Ariel for the umpteenth time that day, but this time it was different.
Ariel had watched his father fight both of his brother's over and over again that day and watched as Draco, who knew magic and thought it pointless to learn how to fight, was pitted against not only Spike but Dally as well in endless battles. Ariel had identified his father's pattern of fighting, though he wasn't particularly strong, he was cunning and used the underlying pattern to his advantage. Ariel successfully fought off Spike's attacks which ranged from merely punching him to trying to impale him with some stick he'd picked up off the ground.
Eventually the father and son came to a standstill and Spike regarded his son, as if sizing him up, "I think we're ready." He looked across at the other boys as they stood up and walked towards him, "You're all finally done, about bloody time too. I was beginning to think you would never get it. Tonight we test what you learnt." Spike walked to what appeared to be the doors of the factory, but truth be told, you couldn't tell what was what in the factory that housed only black looking things, "It's still light outside, we'll have to take the tunnels back."
But Draco turned to his father and said, "I still don't know why we're doing all this. I know magic; things can be so much easier. Sure, a wand looks and is a bit pansy but you wave it, say a few words and it's all done!"
Spike turned and looked at him, "The point is, if you don't know how to hit someone properly, without magic, you don't stand a chance against some of the stuff we're going to see. I also don't want my boys not to be able to fight, it's like having a gun and no bullets, you see, I have a bit of a reputation to uphold. People are out to get me, and consequently, you, so you need to be able to fight. The magic is just a plus."
Spike then jumped down the manhole that they had emerged from previously that day and set off towards the Hyperion Hotel, a few seconds later, his sons followed, they were inevitably grumbling to each other about the drain. Much to Spike's chagrin they then began to argue about who was going to needle Connor tonight and Draco spoke up, "You know, I could give him some crackpot advice that will actually take him one big step backwards. After he sees that Cordelia chick and talks to her, you guys can go and prey on his insecurities, it's that easy."
"But you get to give him the advice," said Ariel. "That's going to be so much more fun than making him uncomfortable."
Dally then spoke up, "Think about it. We get to see him cave in; he might even lose it if we work on him enough. Even better is that he won't say a thing to anyone cause he is goin against his own father to get the girl."
"Anyway, he only really trusts me," Draco said and opened his mouth to continue but was cut off by Spike.
"You have tons of time to screw with the offspring of Angel-the-Almighty- Saint-of-Nothing. Right now we're going to paint the town, but not in the usual way." Spike turned around and smirked knowingly at his sons, "The demon world of LA is waiting for something to happen and we're gonna be the instigators because honestly, this town couldn't get anymore boring. Too many holier than thou characters wondering around saving hopeless bloody lives."
The town of LA was left waiting till sun down for their town to be painted with the blood of demons.
A/N: Spike doesn't have his soul but he can't hurt humans. you know all with the chip in his head and everything. Hence explaining the lack of human corpses. Read and review its all u gotta do.
~*~*~ Samantha and Jaime ~*~*~
As night settled on the Hyperion Hotel the non evil occupants tried to rest but to no avail. Connor was fretting over his decision to go to Draco for help and whether Angel had won Cordelia over yet. Angel was still agonising over Buffy and Spike. Gunn and Fred were both thinking of the young blonde haired boy who had flirted with Fred earlier that night, while Wes was wondering whether they would live throughout the rest of the week, let alone weeks to come. Cordelia was simply wondering what on earth had hit them all, and then realised that the arrival of blonde haired, blue eyed evil people had sparked something that was inevitable, after all, their lives did have an element of afternoon soap opera shows embedded in it.
The evil occupants were having a peaceful sleep after their ventures of that night. They slept the sleep of the extremely tired and evil.
The next morning, unbeknownst to the three blonde haired blue eyed evil sons of Spike, was already planned out for them. Spike had arranged for his sons to take part in what he mildly called training. At precisely eight in the morning Dally, Draco and Ariel were woken to the bang of their door being swung open and hitting the wall by a somewhat happy looking Spike. Amid groans, protests and a terrible amount of coarse language Spike said to his sons, "Boys, today is going to be an interesting one. Be in the foyer in thirty minutes; get some grub on the way there if you can." Spike then turned around and began to walk out of the room, "And one more thing. Don't dress up, we're not going to a bloody fashion parade, Draco, I'm talking to you." With a look at the annoyed Draco Spike left, leaving three evil sons to deal with the evils of being woken up early in the morning.
Even though the three blondes did not want to get up and did not want to have an interesting day, they were in the foyer of the Hyperion Hotel thirty minutes later to discover that their father wasn't even there. Instead, they were in the company of the sleepless and, in most cases, hostile permanent occupants of the Hyperion Hotel.
Draco, being the shit stirrer that he was gave Connor a smirk, a raised eyebrow and a not-so-discrete look at Cordelia. This, of course, did not go missed by anyone in the foyer. And, to Draco's delight, Connor, the guy who always has the same stupid look on his face actually blushed. To add to Draco's wonderful sense of accomplishment, everyone began to get confused over who to glare at, the evil sons or Connor, who was obviously scheming something with the aforementioned evil sons. It was this precise moment of confusion and Connor turning beet-red that Spike decided to make an entrance from where ever he was; they were all too busy doing what they didn't do best to notice.
Spike reached the middle of the two groups, his sons and Angel and company, and gave a nice big smirk at the lot of them, "So, what did I miss?" At this question there were a few grumblings and murmurs as the people who worked at the hotel did, for once, what they were supposed to be doing, work. After seeing them all to their respective jobs Spike turned to his sons, "Follow me, we have some work to do."
As they walked through the rather nasty looking underground tunnels that led from the Hyperion Hotel to other parts of the city Dally spoke up, "Why do we have to go through sewerage drains to get where we want to go? I mean, there are things such as buses and cars."
Spike stopped and turned around and looked at his eldest son, "I'm a vampire; I can't go out in sunlight. You know, burning UV rays that come from the sky? That Bram Stoker didn't write that book for nothing."
Spike and sons resumed walking as Dally said under his breath, "We're gonna have to buy a van."
After walking what was roughly three blocks Spike began to talk to his sons, "What we're going to do today boys, is some fighting." Spike already knew that the protests would come and said to them, "Yes, I know you can already fight, just not the way I want you to fight. We're aren't going to be fighting other kids who happen to annoy you, we're going to be fighting demons and vampires and people who can do more damage than your average person. Dally; you know what I'm talking about," he then turned to his two younger sons with an explanation, "We went out for a bit of a drink and a fight last night. You are all obviously learned in the art of psychological warfare, as I could see back there Draco. But you lot couldn't fight someone who had any form of weapon apart from his fists, so I'm going to train you to do proper fighting. And here is our exit."
Spike then took a ladder out of the tunnel and magically popped out into an abandoned factory. He then stood by as his sons hopped out of the tunnel and into the huge, empty and dank space of the factory. The floor was covered in dust and grit and all the windows had been blacked out. But it was big and it was dark, which is obviously just what Spike had been aiming for.
Back at the Hyperion Hotel though, something else was taking place, something along the lines of an argument. Gunn was pacing back and forth in the foyer while Lorne and Fred were standing behind the front desk. Angel, Connor, Cordelia and Wesley were simply standing around the room looking around at everyone solemnly, the argument was about whether to let Spike and his sons stay.
Gunn was extremely anti-evil sons, "Why should we let them stay, they've been here for not even a full day and already they've started scheming something." This was aimed mainly at Fred, who wanted to give Spike and his sons a chance, but the last comment was aimed at Connor, who looked at his feet as if they were his saviour.
Fred then began to argue rationality, which is never high on anyone's list when you lived in the Hyperion Hotel, "They haven't really done anything though. Angel said they could stay if they didn't have anything to do with him and they haven't. You've also got to take into account that they have just found out who their father is! Two of them have come from entirely different universes; I know how it feels to be in a dimension where you don't know what's happening, where you don't know anyone and where you're disorientated. We can't kick them out. Where is Spike going to take them? Some horrible place where he will turn them into evil killing machines? If they stay here then we can keep an eye on them and make sure that they don't get too evil."
Fred was obviously oblivious to the fact that they didn't have the ball in their court, the sons had power over them, so, Angel, being the guy that he is agreed, "I reckon we should let them stay, Fred's right, we have a chance to stop them from getting out of hand. We all know that someone who has evil tendencies isn't as bad as someone who is out of control." Fred looked at Gunn with a "well then?" expression.
"Whatever you say Angel, but if that slimy Draco kid looks at Fred like he was again, I'm going to tear the guy to pieces, no matter what anyone says," Gunn looked around at the unresponsive group around him.
And, as per usual, it was high time that Wesley put his two cents in, "What you are overlooking is that these sons are already evil. Have you seen the way Ariel looks at us? He is the essence of an evil child, seemingly docile, or in this case just hostile on the surface with his true, evil intentions underneath. I believe he might be planning something." Everyone just looked at him doubtfully.
Fred, again arguing for the three sons who she secretly thought were quite good looking, brave and charismatic said, "But it's obvious that Ariel came from such a different dimension. Did you see the way he was looking at the lights? It's probably just his form of defence, hostility." The obvious example being Connor, the ever frowning boy.
Angel nodded his head as everyone looked at their leader who apparently had forgotten about the fabulous performance he put on last night. Cordy finally chipped in as well, "I reckon we should let them stay, I agree that they might be a little lost and need to gather their bearings." The whole time she was saying this she was thinking how amazingly good looking Draco was, it seemed that the evil sons had the female occupants of the Hyperion Hotel wrapped around their fingers. And only Draco had noticed.
Lorne stood up straight, stretched and groaned loudly, getting everyone's attention, "Well, I still believe that there is some form of prophecy happening here. Isn't it a bit odd that they all just turn up?"
Wes looked at him as if he were a child, "They didn't 'just turn up' Spike got them out of their respective dimensions so that he could involve his sons in some evil plot."
Angel sighed, fed up with the conversation, "Wes, he isn't doing anything like that. I know Spike, if he were creating some form of plot he would be very obvious about it and some of us would most likely to be dead already. After all, we all slept in the same building last night with out any trouble from him. I think he just wants to take his sons back to Sunnydale for some perverted reason." Angel then did a repeat performance of the night before, and walked slowly over to his lift thingy and went downstairs. And what did he do downstairs? He did the adult version of sulking, he brooded.
Back upstairs though Connor carefully looked at Cordelia's reaction while trying not to look like he was doing so, which he failed miserably at. Cordy then looked at Connor, "Have you got anything to say about all this?" She asked all this in an overly sugary sweet voice.
Getting uncomfortable being the centre of attention he nervously said, "No.I think I'll go now." With that he bounded out of the room as fast as he could.
This left the remaining group in the foyer to look at each other in uncomfortable silence to make their excuses and to escape from the situation they were in. They all went and thought about the three blonde haired blue eyed sons of a blonde haired blue eyed vampire and how much they were screwing with their minds.
--****--
Ariel, for the fifth time landed flat on his back on the overly dirty floor of the abandoned factory. He raised himself onto his arms and looked at his father who was standing over him with his eyebrows raised; Ariel said to him, "Does it really matter whether I get this one thing right or not?"
Spike answered without moving a muscle, "Yes, it bloody well does. It could save your life, whether you want to be saved or not." Spike then walked away from Ariel towards Draco and Dally who were sitting on a bench looking bored. As soon as Ariel was on his feet Spike turned around and began to attack Ariel for the umpteenth time that day, but this time it was different.
Ariel had watched his father fight both of his brother's over and over again that day and watched as Draco, who knew magic and thought it pointless to learn how to fight, was pitted against not only Spike but Dally as well in endless battles. Ariel had identified his father's pattern of fighting, though he wasn't particularly strong, he was cunning and used the underlying pattern to his advantage. Ariel successfully fought off Spike's attacks which ranged from merely punching him to trying to impale him with some stick he'd picked up off the ground.
Eventually the father and son came to a standstill and Spike regarded his son, as if sizing him up, "I think we're ready." He looked across at the other boys as they stood up and walked towards him, "You're all finally done, about bloody time too. I was beginning to think you would never get it. Tonight we test what you learnt." Spike walked to what appeared to be the doors of the factory, but truth be told, you couldn't tell what was what in the factory that housed only black looking things, "It's still light outside, we'll have to take the tunnels back."
But Draco turned to his father and said, "I still don't know why we're doing all this. I know magic; things can be so much easier. Sure, a wand looks and is a bit pansy but you wave it, say a few words and it's all done!"
Spike turned and looked at him, "The point is, if you don't know how to hit someone properly, without magic, you don't stand a chance against some of the stuff we're going to see. I also don't want my boys not to be able to fight, it's like having a gun and no bullets, you see, I have a bit of a reputation to uphold. People are out to get me, and consequently, you, so you need to be able to fight. The magic is just a plus."
Spike then jumped down the manhole that they had emerged from previously that day and set off towards the Hyperion Hotel, a few seconds later, his sons followed, they were inevitably grumbling to each other about the drain. Much to Spike's chagrin they then began to argue about who was going to needle Connor tonight and Draco spoke up, "You know, I could give him some crackpot advice that will actually take him one big step backwards. After he sees that Cordelia chick and talks to her, you guys can go and prey on his insecurities, it's that easy."
"But you get to give him the advice," said Ariel. "That's going to be so much more fun than making him uncomfortable."
Dally then spoke up, "Think about it. We get to see him cave in; he might even lose it if we work on him enough. Even better is that he won't say a thing to anyone cause he is goin against his own father to get the girl."
"Anyway, he only really trusts me," Draco said and opened his mouth to continue but was cut off by Spike.
"You have tons of time to screw with the offspring of Angel-the-Almighty- Saint-of-Nothing. Right now we're going to paint the town, but not in the usual way." Spike turned around and smirked knowingly at his sons, "The demon world of LA is waiting for something to happen and we're gonna be the instigators because honestly, this town couldn't get anymore boring. Too many holier than thou characters wondering around saving hopeless bloody lives."
The town of LA was left waiting till sun down for their town to be painted with the blood of demons.
A/N: Spike doesn't have his soul but he can't hurt humans. you know all with the chip in his head and everything. Hence explaining the lack of human corpses. Read and review its all u gotta do.
~*~*~ Samantha and Jaime ~*~*~