Title: Bloody Mary
Author: Daughter of Endymion
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I only created Mary, everything else belongs to Joss Weadon.
Feed Back: Yes'm.
Summary: A vampire from Spike and Angel's past returns, her name; Bloody Mary. (Note: Someone said something about Bloody Mary being the Queen of the Scots and was before Spikes time. I want to clear that up. First, Bloody Mary was the queen of England and secondly, Bloody Mary is just a nickname for her. Since Spike is William the Bloody I thought it would be clever to have the word 'Bloody' in her name, too.)
Chapter Two- Revelations
Spike jumped up leaving the female vampire still laying down stunned just as much as he was.
"Mary?" He asked again. Not quite grasping the reality of the situation. "Is that really you, luv?"
She just nodded than jumped up and hugged him. Her face buried into his chest. Warily he put his arms around her, running a hand through her hair. He had almost forgotten how soft and deep her hair was.
"Spike?" Angel arose on weakened legs. They both looked at the eldest vampire. An expression of horror and fear and...hatred crossed her face.
"I should have known." She whispered and ran, hard and fast. Spike only watched her go. His legs wouldn't move to chase after her.
"Was that...?"
"Yea."
"She ran." Angel said, not feeling too articulate at that particular moment.
"Oh course she ran, you pillock!" Spike suddenly remember the old Angelus more clearly than ever before. "You think she would stay around with you here?"
"We should follow her."
"No, we shouldn't."
"She's a monster, William."
"Only because I made her that way, Angelus!" They said envoking their early vampire names. "As I recall you didn't bloody well help either."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"I don't understand," Said Fred udderly confused. The group had conveined at Wolfram & Hart and everyone was their except for Spike. "Spike has a childe?"
"He had kids before he became a vamp?" Ask Gun.
"'Mary also known as Bloody Mary'." Welsey had brought a book and was now reading from it. "'Sired by Spike a.k.a. William the Bloody, the second most diabolical vampire known of and Drusilla childe of the Master line'."
"Well, that makes more sense." Gun put in. "So how do we go about this?"
"Go about what?" Aked Welsey.
"Killing her." Gun looked at him. "I mean we are going to slay her, right Angel?"
"No, no one is allowed to touch her."
"Why not? She's evil, Angel."
"'Bloody Mary,'" It was Wesley again. "'Can also be called a Slayer of Slayers. Though not to be confused with her sire, Spike. This demon has brutally murdered a slayer in Northern Africa who seemed to be in her prime...' She's strong. God knows how many new-born slayers she could have by killed now. She's a dangerous threat, Angel."
"I know that, but if anyone is going to take care of her, it's going to be Spike."
"What if he can't do it?" Fred sounded worried.
"Than he can't, but no one will touch her. Gun, could you please have everyone notified."
"Everyone?"
"Everyone." Angel looked up at him with a serious conviction in his eyes.
"What ever you say." Gun, pick up his suit jacket and swung it over his shoulder as he exited.
"I should get back to work. The people at the lab don't exactly accomplish much when I'm not there hounding on them." She weakly smiled at Angel and left too.
"Angel cakes," Lorne who had been surprisingly quite during the conversation now decided to speak up. "What is up with you? You're totally immiting a majorly bad vibe."
"It's nothing, Lorne. I'm just not feeling well."
"Well, when you're ready, come and see me. Maybe you could sing me a song or two. We have a great selection of Barry here."
"I think i'll have to pass."
"Just know my doors always open."
After Lorne had left it was just Wes and Angel now.
"Something is wrong, isn't there. You're acting strange."
"Keep reading, Wesley."
"'Mary accompanied The Scourge of Europe at the end of their terroristic reign on the Old World. Accounts say that Mary ran away from her the vampiric group with her childe Teddy only create her own demonic family shortly after.' Angel, i'm not getting what you're trying to say."
"Do you know why Mary ran away, Wesley?"
"Why?"
"Because she couldn't take it any more."
"Couldn't take what any more?"
"The torture, the endless torture. And the rapes."
"My God, Spike did that to her?"
"Spike? No, Wes. He never hurt her. Even when he turned her he never drank from her, that was Dru."
"I don't understand."
"It was me. I raped her, I tortured her, did things no one, not even a vampire, should have to go through."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
There was only an hour left till sunrise. Spike, could fell it in his skin. He was still wondering around looking for her, his Mary. Her scent had been lost. He taught her how to cover up her scent, maybe too well. How was he going to make her see? She didn't have a soul like him and Angel. He didn't want to kill her. Wasn't even sure he was physically capable of doing that.
"You killed me once, da. Don't you think you could do it again?" Her British accent was much more upper class than Spike's.
"Mary?" He turned around.
"Yes, it's me. How many times are you going to ask me that?"
"As many times as I need to." Growling, his sire instincts were coming back to him. Physically, she hadn't changed much.
Her dark, black brown hair was still long and dark. Her eyes were still diamond blue and skin pale as milk. Red lip stick had been traded in for red lip gloss and now black eye liner brought out the blue in her eyes. Her outfit wasn't entirely different from Spike's. She had always had his sense of fashion. Tight black leather pants, a long leather jacket and a black tank top which exposed her stomach. He suddenly wanted to cover her up with her open coat.
"Don't you want to slay me?"
"Why would I want to do that?"
"I heard about you working with the Slayer, falling in love her. Is that true?"
"Yea, it's true." She muttered something under her breath, Spike couldn't be sure, but it sounded a lot like 'At least she's not Dru.'
"What about the soul?" He nodded. Her face remained expressionless. That's what many years with Angelus could do to a person or demon.
"How'd you find out?"
"I talked to Dru a few months ago. Ran into her in Brazill. Told me everything. How you left her, about your soul-"
"She left me first!"
"I know. I didn't believe you would ever leave her."
"Mary..."
"You could of left her. Came with Teddy and I."
"You know I couldn't have done that."
"Couldn't leave your beloved Dark Princess."
"I knew Teddy would take care of you."
"But you left her for a slayer."
"That was different."
"You left mum for a slayer, got a soul for a slayer, the same slayer that Angelus had fallen in love with!"
"He has a soul now."
"You're defending him! How dare you? You of all people should hate him for what he did to me. God, you were the one who told me to leave because you couldn't protect me from him." She was getting worked up. "And I hope he suffers with the knowledge of what he did to me for eternity."
"Mary..."
"Mother, was right."
"Right about what?"
"You don't love me anymore. Only the slayer." And for the second time that night Mary ran.
Author: Daughter of Endymion
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I only created Mary, everything else belongs to Joss Weadon.
Feed Back: Yes'm.
Summary: A vampire from Spike and Angel's past returns, her name; Bloody Mary. (Note: Someone said something about Bloody Mary being the Queen of the Scots and was before Spikes time. I want to clear that up. First, Bloody Mary was the queen of England and secondly, Bloody Mary is just a nickname for her. Since Spike is William the Bloody I thought it would be clever to have the word 'Bloody' in her name, too.)
Chapter Two- Revelations
Spike jumped up leaving the female vampire still laying down stunned just as much as he was.
"Mary?" He asked again. Not quite grasping the reality of the situation. "Is that really you, luv?"
She just nodded than jumped up and hugged him. Her face buried into his chest. Warily he put his arms around her, running a hand through her hair. He had almost forgotten how soft and deep her hair was.
"Spike?" Angel arose on weakened legs. They both looked at the eldest vampire. An expression of horror and fear and...hatred crossed her face.
"I should have known." She whispered and ran, hard and fast. Spike only watched her go. His legs wouldn't move to chase after her.
"Was that...?"
"Yea."
"She ran." Angel said, not feeling too articulate at that particular moment.
"Oh course she ran, you pillock!" Spike suddenly remember the old Angelus more clearly than ever before. "You think she would stay around with you here?"
"We should follow her."
"No, we shouldn't."
"She's a monster, William."
"Only because I made her that way, Angelus!" They said envoking their early vampire names. "As I recall you didn't bloody well help either."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"I don't understand," Said Fred udderly confused. The group had conveined at Wolfram & Hart and everyone was their except for Spike. "Spike has a childe?"
"He had kids before he became a vamp?" Ask Gun.
"'Mary also known as Bloody Mary'." Welsey had brought a book and was now reading from it. "'Sired by Spike a.k.a. William the Bloody, the second most diabolical vampire known of and Drusilla childe of the Master line'."
"Well, that makes more sense." Gun put in. "So how do we go about this?"
"Go about what?" Aked Welsey.
"Killing her." Gun looked at him. "I mean we are going to slay her, right Angel?"
"No, no one is allowed to touch her."
"Why not? She's evil, Angel."
"'Bloody Mary,'" It was Wesley again. "'Can also be called a Slayer of Slayers. Though not to be confused with her sire, Spike. This demon has brutally murdered a slayer in Northern Africa who seemed to be in her prime...' She's strong. God knows how many new-born slayers she could have by killed now. She's a dangerous threat, Angel."
"I know that, but if anyone is going to take care of her, it's going to be Spike."
"What if he can't do it?" Fred sounded worried.
"Than he can't, but no one will touch her. Gun, could you please have everyone notified."
"Everyone?"
"Everyone." Angel looked up at him with a serious conviction in his eyes.
"What ever you say." Gun, pick up his suit jacket and swung it over his shoulder as he exited.
"I should get back to work. The people at the lab don't exactly accomplish much when I'm not there hounding on them." She weakly smiled at Angel and left too.
"Angel cakes," Lorne who had been surprisingly quite during the conversation now decided to speak up. "What is up with you? You're totally immiting a majorly bad vibe."
"It's nothing, Lorne. I'm just not feeling well."
"Well, when you're ready, come and see me. Maybe you could sing me a song or two. We have a great selection of Barry here."
"I think i'll have to pass."
"Just know my doors always open."
After Lorne had left it was just Wes and Angel now.
"Something is wrong, isn't there. You're acting strange."
"Keep reading, Wesley."
"'Mary accompanied The Scourge of Europe at the end of their terroristic reign on the Old World. Accounts say that Mary ran away from her the vampiric group with her childe Teddy only create her own demonic family shortly after.' Angel, i'm not getting what you're trying to say."
"Do you know why Mary ran away, Wesley?"
"Why?"
"Because she couldn't take it any more."
"Couldn't take what any more?"
"The torture, the endless torture. And the rapes."
"My God, Spike did that to her?"
"Spike? No, Wes. He never hurt her. Even when he turned her he never drank from her, that was Dru."
"I don't understand."
"It was me. I raped her, I tortured her, did things no one, not even a vampire, should have to go through."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
There was only an hour left till sunrise. Spike, could fell it in his skin. He was still wondering around looking for her, his Mary. Her scent had been lost. He taught her how to cover up her scent, maybe too well. How was he going to make her see? She didn't have a soul like him and Angel. He didn't want to kill her. Wasn't even sure he was physically capable of doing that.
"You killed me once, da. Don't you think you could do it again?" Her British accent was much more upper class than Spike's.
"Mary?" He turned around.
"Yes, it's me. How many times are you going to ask me that?"
"As many times as I need to." Growling, his sire instincts were coming back to him. Physically, she hadn't changed much.
Her dark, black brown hair was still long and dark. Her eyes were still diamond blue and skin pale as milk. Red lip stick had been traded in for red lip gloss and now black eye liner brought out the blue in her eyes. Her outfit wasn't entirely different from Spike's. She had always had his sense of fashion. Tight black leather pants, a long leather jacket and a black tank top which exposed her stomach. He suddenly wanted to cover her up with her open coat.
"Don't you want to slay me?"
"Why would I want to do that?"
"I heard about you working with the Slayer, falling in love her. Is that true?"
"Yea, it's true." She muttered something under her breath, Spike couldn't be sure, but it sounded a lot like 'At least she's not Dru.'
"What about the soul?" He nodded. Her face remained expressionless. That's what many years with Angelus could do to a person or demon.
"How'd you find out?"
"I talked to Dru a few months ago. Ran into her in Brazill. Told me everything. How you left her, about your soul-"
"She left me first!"
"I know. I didn't believe you would ever leave her."
"Mary..."
"You could of left her. Came with Teddy and I."
"You know I couldn't have done that."
"Couldn't leave your beloved Dark Princess."
"I knew Teddy would take care of you."
"But you left her for a slayer."
"That was different."
"You left mum for a slayer, got a soul for a slayer, the same slayer that Angelus had fallen in love with!"
"He has a soul now."
"You're defending him! How dare you? You of all people should hate him for what he did to me. God, you were the one who told me to leave because you couldn't protect me from him." She was getting worked up. "And I hope he suffers with the knowledge of what he did to me for eternity."
"Mary..."
"Mother, was right."
"Right about what?"
"You don't love me anymore. Only the slayer." And for the second time that night Mary ran.