The day had passed uneventfully for Spike and Drusilla; sunlight limited them to a day in complete cover or as the only alternative, a walk through the sewers. However it was mostly the lowest vampires of the low that used the sewers, but saying that, there was a time when all four of the happy family had needed to seek refuge underground. They were being trailed by a vampire slayer in Paris. A pretty little thing she had been and strong too. Of course it was Angelus that had insisted on waiting around in the filth. Spike remembered that he had been most annoyed at it, if it was up to him, he would have attacked that slayer there and then; he'd have killed her to, not like he didn't know what he was doing. But he was the youngest member of the family and all the decisions were up to Angel and Darla. And of course what Angel said went. Spike had to admit Angel wasn't all that useless, his buying time had meant that he had been able to catch the slayer off guard, and he had killed her; victoriously draining her.
But Spike knew his luck was about to change; he was tired of living in Angel's shadow, and at last Angel and Darla were buggering off for a few decades to settle some business in Tokyo. They'd made it clear that he and Dru were not to come along, much to Spike's delight. Which left him with the decision of where they would go and what fresh new havoc they would wreak.
The four were now going out to share one last hunt before they parted and then Spike would have Dru for his own and he would devote himself to her, he would exist solely for her pleasure.
They left their house in their usual couplings and walked through the streets waiting for the one that would give them the best feeling, the one with the most presence. As they walked the streets, each were tangled with emotions and feeling. Fear mingled in with the passion that lay in each and every corner of this dark city. Strangely their instincts took them to the street where they had been the previous evening. It was surrounded, enveloped in an unavoidable mystical force.
Opposite the house that the young girl lived in there was a dark alley. Angel looked at Darla and she instantly smiled understanding fully what Angel was about to do. Spike was also quick to work out what the older vampire had planned.
"Again? Bloody Hell. Drusilla love, Angel has decided he wants to play a game."
"Oh goody." She smiled in anticipation.
"Someone's coming…" Darla began, "A couple…"
With a nod of confirmation from Spike, Angel lay on the floor at the back of the alley and, using a discarded bottle that lay nearby, smashed it, and used a piece of the glass to mark his face.
The walking couple were now within a few meters.
"Oh my God, somebody help, somebody please help me."
Darla began screaming. To the left of her Spike held Drusilla who was crying into his shoulder. His face was also marked with blood.
Upon hearing this commotion the couple ran to Darla.
"What's wrong? What's happened here?" asked the young man.
"It's my husband, we were walking here and these men approached us. They had knives, they said that we…that we had to give them our money or…or they would…"
"It's alright," the young woman soothed, her big eyes full of sympathy and concern, "If it's too difficult… if the shocks too much…"
She opened the bag she was carrying and gave Darla a sweet pink embroidered handkerchief. "Here see if you can calm a little, you're going to be fine we can help you now."
The couple then turned their attention to Spike and Drusilla, who had so far remained silent.
"What about you? How badly are you hurt?" asked the young man looking at the wound on Spike's face.
"I wasn't knocked too badly…it was my friend…."
The man instantly went to Angel and knelt by his side checking his pulse.
"He has no pulse…he's dead. I'm sorry…there's nothing we can do."
The man stood up and began to walk towards the rest of the party.
"Oh but there is…" said Angel standing behind the man, his demonic visage on full display.
The young man tried to contain his fear but it was strong and deep; it flooded him.
"Diane…run."
"Don't run far…" Darla answered. The woman screamed as she saw that the three surrounding her were also vampires.
"You're not human…" she breathed.
"So glad you noticed." Darla spoke in a silky voice.
Angel had already bitten the young man and thick red blood was now trickling down his chin.
Crying the woman began to pray;
"Hail Mary full of grace, the lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary mother of God, pray for us sinners now, at the hour of our death…"
Darla smiled, bit the woman and dropped her corpse to the ground.
"A-men"
But Spike knew his luck was about to change; he was tired of living in Angel's shadow, and at last Angel and Darla were buggering off for a few decades to settle some business in Tokyo. They'd made it clear that he and Dru were not to come along, much to Spike's delight. Which left him with the decision of where they would go and what fresh new havoc they would wreak.
The four were now going out to share one last hunt before they parted and then Spike would have Dru for his own and he would devote himself to her, he would exist solely for her pleasure.
They left their house in their usual couplings and walked through the streets waiting for the one that would give them the best feeling, the one with the most presence. As they walked the streets, each were tangled with emotions and feeling. Fear mingled in with the passion that lay in each and every corner of this dark city. Strangely their instincts took them to the street where they had been the previous evening. It was surrounded, enveloped in an unavoidable mystical force.
Opposite the house that the young girl lived in there was a dark alley. Angel looked at Darla and she instantly smiled understanding fully what Angel was about to do. Spike was also quick to work out what the older vampire had planned.
"Again? Bloody Hell. Drusilla love, Angel has decided he wants to play a game."
"Oh goody." She smiled in anticipation.
"Someone's coming…" Darla began, "A couple…"
With a nod of confirmation from Spike, Angel lay on the floor at the back of the alley and, using a discarded bottle that lay nearby, smashed it, and used a piece of the glass to mark his face.
The walking couple were now within a few meters.
"Oh my God, somebody help, somebody please help me."
Darla began screaming. To the left of her Spike held Drusilla who was crying into his shoulder. His face was also marked with blood.
Upon hearing this commotion the couple ran to Darla.
"What's wrong? What's happened here?" asked the young man.
"It's my husband, we were walking here and these men approached us. They had knives, they said that we…that we had to give them our money or…or they would…"
"It's alright," the young woman soothed, her big eyes full of sympathy and concern, "If it's too difficult… if the shocks too much…"
She opened the bag she was carrying and gave Darla a sweet pink embroidered handkerchief. "Here see if you can calm a little, you're going to be fine we can help you now."
The couple then turned their attention to Spike and Drusilla, who had so far remained silent.
"What about you? How badly are you hurt?" asked the young man looking at the wound on Spike's face.
"I wasn't knocked too badly…it was my friend…."
The man instantly went to Angel and knelt by his side checking his pulse.
"He has no pulse…he's dead. I'm sorry…there's nothing we can do."
The man stood up and began to walk towards the rest of the party.
"Oh but there is…" said Angel standing behind the man, his demonic visage on full display.
The young man tried to contain his fear but it was strong and deep; it flooded him.
"Diane…run."
"Don't run far…" Darla answered. The woman screamed as she saw that the three surrounding her were also vampires.
"You're not human…" she breathed.
"So glad you noticed." Darla spoke in a silky voice.
Angel had already bitten the young man and thick red blood was now trickling down his chin.
Crying the woman began to pray;
"Hail Mary full of grace, the lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary mother of God, pray for us sinners now, at the hour of our death…"
Darla smiled, bit the woman and dropped her corpse to the ground.
"A-men"