Authors note: Sorry guys about the wait, just finished my exams so finally have time to write!! Not only that but I managed to dig myself into a hole: I know where Im going with this its just getting there that's the problem!! Anyways, you no the rules, if u want more REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!! Thanky!!
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Chap 3
1898.
The day had been spent asleep in an old, disused crypt, sleeping away the day all four of us. Will snored across the room from me and I watched as Dru, curled closer towards him.
Since that night in Russia, where we stood against the vampire hunters in the dark field, he had developed a name for himself.
He no longer lived in my shadow.
He began to go by the name of Spike, a name given to him when we had tortured a gang of demon slayers, William deciding to use a railroad spike.
Since then he grew his own reputation.
I looked on, as a proud Sire would.
We were strong; I myself was already a mass murderer and was hunted and feared by many. And now, instead of having William trailing along behind me, he now stood at my side, nearly as powerful as I was.
No worry chimed in the inner depths of my mind. No nagging feeling indicating that making a vampire as powerful as me would end up biting me in the ass at the end of the day.
Nothing warned me of what was to come.
This night we stumbled on a gathering of Gypsies.
It was Darla who found them, as usual she was out playing her innocent little harmless lady act and there she found the clan, deep in the wood, celebrating whatever gypsy people celebrate.
I, myself, did not have a care for gypsies, their blood tasted slightly off due to the potions and herbal crap they tended to take.
I watched my family as they wreaked havoc throughout the clan, Spike, still young, chasing after the young ones, relishing in the taste of their sweeter blood.
Darla, my love, enticed me to the finest clan member, a beauty of a girl, her flesh white and soft, I could feel her blood pumping through her veins.
"Sweet child, do not be scared. Be terrified." I smiled, as she howled into the night, her fear emanating off her body.
I change to my demon form and lower my fangs to her neck, taking a moment to breathe in her sweet scent, the smell of a human who fears me; it is the sweetest smell on earth.
I bite and her death is quick, her life force draining away quickly.
I toss her empty body aside and stride out of the caravan, to my left I notice an old lady weeping, a crystal ball before her as she begins to recite a curse. I know enough Romanian to make out the words "Put back" and "soul".
I leap at her, tearing at her aged body and snapping her neck in two, picking up the crystal I smash it against a rock and watch the light force ebb away.
Whoa that was close.
"Angelus" Spike approaches, burping and happy.
"Kill everything, leave nothing alive." I answer, and turn to the next caravan.
It was two years later that I began to feel Spike was drifting away from me.
Boxer Rebellion, 1900
Spike killed his first slayer.
Even though I was the most feared and hunted demon, even I had not killed a slayer.
But Spike had.
Jealousy ran through my veins like fire and as Darla kissed Spike well done, I felt myself reaching out to Dru to better him, to show that I could make him feel as I did at that moment.
He noticed instantly as my arm snaked around Drusilla, my lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. Dru giggled a soft manic giggle and did not pull away, her arms snaking around my body and pulling me closer.
"Angelus" I hear the tone of my sire but I do not fear it. I still love her; I only do this out of jealousy.
She must sense this as she walks away, dragging a downtrodden Spike with her; his head almost swivelled abnormally to his back, watching Drusilla and me.
From then on he was distant. He still remained at my side and we fought together, side by side, but a nagging hatred started to build a solid wall between us. We fought like cat and dog, hissing and spitting, clawing at each other with sarcastic remarks and words of hatred. Dru often still turned to me, causing a flurry of anger from Spike.
Yet more decades past and he still remained at my side despite the animosity. Yes he was sarcastic and I could feel the hate bounce of him and likewise for him, but still he was my grand childe, I would love him despite the hatred.
By now he was even more distant. He often got us into trouble as he caused fights in bars and openly killed, causing the vampire hunters to find easy pray of us.
He always travelled with us.
But once we reached a destination he would leave us, for weeks on end, only returning when he knew he'd caused enough trouble to move us on.
This was what angered me. All that power that he had, he threw away and destroyed not only his own but our "family's" reputation.
In 1977, he killed his second slayer. I was nearby, hell I even watched as he stepped off the train, sporting his new leather coat and I glared. Yes jealous, but also I knew he was doing it to hurt me. He knew what jealousy did to us.
I was itching for a good kill.
That was when I decided to visit the hellmouth. A place of demons and vampires alike that ran freely amongst the sleepy population of the small town. Here was where I could show my true colours. Here is where I could prove my worth. Here is where I would kill the slayer.
And believe it or not, here was where I would change my un-life for good. So much so that the life ties that I had, would instantly be severed and destroyed.
Please read and review!!!!
Here goes...
Chap 3
1898.
The day had been spent asleep in an old, disused crypt, sleeping away the day all four of us. Will snored across the room from me and I watched as Dru, curled closer towards him.
Since that night in Russia, where we stood against the vampire hunters in the dark field, he had developed a name for himself.
He no longer lived in my shadow.
He began to go by the name of Spike, a name given to him when we had tortured a gang of demon slayers, William deciding to use a railroad spike.
Since then he grew his own reputation.
I looked on, as a proud Sire would.
We were strong; I myself was already a mass murderer and was hunted and feared by many. And now, instead of having William trailing along behind me, he now stood at my side, nearly as powerful as I was.
No worry chimed in the inner depths of my mind. No nagging feeling indicating that making a vampire as powerful as me would end up biting me in the ass at the end of the day.
Nothing warned me of what was to come.
This night we stumbled on a gathering of Gypsies.
It was Darla who found them, as usual she was out playing her innocent little harmless lady act and there she found the clan, deep in the wood, celebrating whatever gypsy people celebrate.
I, myself, did not have a care for gypsies, their blood tasted slightly off due to the potions and herbal crap they tended to take.
I watched my family as they wreaked havoc throughout the clan, Spike, still young, chasing after the young ones, relishing in the taste of their sweeter blood.
Darla, my love, enticed me to the finest clan member, a beauty of a girl, her flesh white and soft, I could feel her blood pumping through her veins.
"Sweet child, do not be scared. Be terrified." I smiled, as she howled into the night, her fear emanating off her body.
I change to my demon form and lower my fangs to her neck, taking a moment to breathe in her sweet scent, the smell of a human who fears me; it is the sweetest smell on earth.
I bite and her death is quick, her life force draining away quickly.
I toss her empty body aside and stride out of the caravan, to my left I notice an old lady weeping, a crystal ball before her as she begins to recite a curse. I know enough Romanian to make out the words "Put back" and "soul".
I leap at her, tearing at her aged body and snapping her neck in two, picking up the crystal I smash it against a rock and watch the light force ebb away.
Whoa that was close.
"Angelus" Spike approaches, burping and happy.
"Kill everything, leave nothing alive." I answer, and turn to the next caravan.
It was two years later that I began to feel Spike was drifting away from me.
Boxer Rebellion, 1900
Spike killed his first slayer.
Even though I was the most feared and hunted demon, even I had not killed a slayer.
But Spike had.
Jealousy ran through my veins like fire and as Darla kissed Spike well done, I felt myself reaching out to Dru to better him, to show that I could make him feel as I did at that moment.
He noticed instantly as my arm snaked around Drusilla, my lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. Dru giggled a soft manic giggle and did not pull away, her arms snaking around my body and pulling me closer.
"Angelus" I hear the tone of my sire but I do not fear it. I still love her; I only do this out of jealousy.
She must sense this as she walks away, dragging a downtrodden Spike with her; his head almost swivelled abnormally to his back, watching Drusilla and me.
From then on he was distant. He still remained at my side and we fought together, side by side, but a nagging hatred started to build a solid wall between us. We fought like cat and dog, hissing and spitting, clawing at each other with sarcastic remarks and words of hatred. Dru often still turned to me, causing a flurry of anger from Spike.
Yet more decades past and he still remained at my side despite the animosity. Yes he was sarcastic and I could feel the hate bounce of him and likewise for him, but still he was my grand childe, I would love him despite the hatred.
By now he was even more distant. He often got us into trouble as he caused fights in bars and openly killed, causing the vampire hunters to find easy pray of us.
He always travelled with us.
But once we reached a destination he would leave us, for weeks on end, only returning when he knew he'd caused enough trouble to move us on.
This was what angered me. All that power that he had, he threw away and destroyed not only his own but our "family's" reputation.
In 1977, he killed his second slayer. I was nearby, hell I even watched as he stepped off the train, sporting his new leather coat and I glared. Yes jealous, but also I knew he was doing it to hurt me. He knew what jealousy did to us.
I was itching for a good kill.
That was when I decided to visit the hellmouth. A place of demons and vampires alike that ran freely amongst the sleepy population of the small town. Here was where I could show my true colours. Here is where I could prove my worth. Here is where I would kill the slayer.
And believe it or not, here was where I would change my un-life for good. So much so that the life ties that I had, would instantly be severed and destroyed.
Please read and review!!!!