Ch. 19

Spike awoke in a bright room, lit by the many torches that hung on the walls. He looked around, it was very big and wide, and somehow reminded him of a cathedral. But he didn't find any pews or priests, luckily enough.

The vampire tried to move, but found his wrists were chained to either side of him like wings to the wall he was against, and his feet chained together, making it difficult to stand. He found his jacket was gone, but he was all otherwise unharmed.

He remembered everything and he wondered if Sair had suffered the same fate he had, but then he wondered why was he here if Dorian wanted Sair in the first place?

"You like the place?" an all too familiar voice said in front of him.

Spike lifted his head to see Dorian.

"Surprise, surprise," Spike said, "Whenever there's something creepy, Dorian's there. I'm beginning to think of you as predictable."

"If you did, I would take you by surprise just to spite you," the immortal replied.

"Better keep on my toes then," the vampire replied, "So why the hell am I here?"

"I would tell you, but then that'd take all the fun out of it," Dorian replied as he walked forward, his hands behind his back, "Anyways, how are you?"

"I'm chained to a wall and you knocked me out earlier. I'm just peachy."

"Well that's good," the immortal said as he took out a blue pen from his pocket, "Because I wanna talk to you."

"What?" Spike asked, eyeing the pen, "What're you gonna do? Kill me with a Bic pen?"

"No, I'm just going to talk your ear off. After two-hundred plus years of going to dinner parties where all they talk about is the latest fashions, economy and such; that, in my eyes, is the biggest kind of pain there is."

"Well, you'd be right."

"I know."

"And besides, I want to show you something I find very amusing," Dorian said as he came forward and uncapped the writing utensil.

He went to Spike's left arm and drew two neat lines. One horizontal, one vertical, the shape of a cross.

At first, the vampire thought nothing of it, but then began to feel a slight burning, then a searing pain. The drawn cross was having the same effect as a wooden one!

Spike growled in pain until the inked skin burned away, alleviating the pain temporarily, but still leaving a horrid sting in its' wake.

Dorian took a step back to see the grimace on the vampire's face, "Now, you see, I'm always amused by it every time."

Spike said nothing, but was grabbed roughly by the face by Dorian's hand. He tried to struggle, but the immortal had already hastily drawn another cross on his cheek, the pain searing itself into his face.

Spike wanted to yell out in pain, but he didn't want to give Dorian the satisfaction of it so he bit his lip.

Dorian stepped back for a moment, "You're pretty strong, I'll give you that."

The immortal drew another cross on Spike's hand, neck and inner elbow, before he decided to put the pen away, "I think that's enough for now."

Spike started to chuckle, "I thought you wanted to talk my ear off?"

"That comes now, I wanted to have my fun first," Dorian said as he leaned forward towards Spike's drooping head, "I'm going to share something with you. Something no one knows."

"Oh gee, I'm bloody honored."

"You should be, because in the end, what you know, you won't be able to tell in time."

"The hell you talkin' about?"

"All that bullshit about me wanting a world full of vampires and immortals, it's all smoke and mirrors. Just to throw you all off."

"What?"

Dorian smirked as he walked away a bit, seemingly admiring the décor of the bland place, "Yes, it would be quite the vision in itself, but impossible. For when there are vampires, there is a need for meals. With humans gone, what would they turn to?"

"Then why did you tell Sair all of that crap? That vampires can live without feeding?"

"Because it's technically true. I mean, she lived for I think about twenty-two years with only…." Dorian paused as he did the math, "Fifty meals at max."

Spike pulled at his chains, "You bastard! She could've died!"

"Only if I killed her, which I can't."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh physically, yes I could. But the question is, would I want to?"

A look of confusion crossed Spike's face.

Dorian walked back towards the restrained vampire, "You see, I have a great underlying plan, one that was set into motion a very long time ago, and now, forty years later, it's about to have the great finale."

Dorian moved closer to Spike, looking him in the eye, "And your part in the plan, as well as your little 'sister's' as you refer to her, will be the most important."

"Go to hell!" Spike yelled as he vamped out and lunged for Dorian. Successfully biting down on the immortal's arm that was raised to defend himself.

The vampire could only get a gulp of blood before Dorian ripped his arm away and rewarded Spike with a punch in the face for his efforts to hurt him.

Spike laughed as he saw the gaping wound heal quickly before his eyes to look as if nothing had ever happened.

"You first," was all that the immortal would say before he stormed off and disappeared, leaving the vampire confused and worried of what was to happen.

Sair cringed as the sunlight got closer and closer overhead. Already, the shadows were receding, making it harder for her to keep away from the deadly rays. She kept crouched in the corner, the sun taking away her strength with every passing minute.

'Dammit,' she thought, 'I'll die before they get here!'

Her shoe was in the sunlight and started to smoke, Sair yelled in pain and tried to sink back into the shadow as much as she could. The young vampire felt a blackness come around her, near passing out. She was going to die here.

Just as she closed her eyes, she heard a screeching of tires and the distinctive click of car doors. Shoes hitting the ground at a fast pace and someone say, "Get me the blanket!" told her Angel's people had finally come for her.

She opened her eyes to see the man that wanted to kill her earlier at Angel's place when she first arrived. Spike had called him something, what was it?

"Weasel.." the young vampire said tiredly, trying to confirm it.

The guy seemed to laugh at what I said to him, "Spike calls me that. My names' Wesley, Angel sent me."

"Good…" was Sair's only reply.

"You're going to be alright Sair," Wesley told her as a black guy came forth with a blanket in hand. He took the blanket, and covered Sair with it. The next thing the vampire felt was immediate relief, she was getting her strength back in the safe darkness the blanket provided.

She was lifted up by two pairs of strong hands and carried somewhere. She heard the car doors click again and was gently put down on some cushion. Sair kept her head underneath the blanket until the man named Wesley said, "You can take it off now."

The young vampire obeyed, slowly pushing it away from her face, she looked about her. They were in a car, no, not a car, a limousine. The windows were tinted so dark that no sunlight came in, making it safe for the vampire to free herself of the blanket, which she did.

She sat up and looked at the two who were sitting opposite her in the vast car.

"Good thing you came when you did," she said finally.

"It took us awhile to track the phone, but it all turned out in the end didn't it?" the black guy spoke up.

"And you are?" Sair asked.

"Charles Gunn, just call me Gunn for short."

"Oh, well thanks, both of you," the vampire replied, nodding in appreciation and then realized that Spike was still missing, "We need to find Spike!"

"Angel has started a few new searches on it, they're looking for possible leads on where Dorian could've taken Spike, don't worry-"

"How can I not worry?" Sair cut in, "Spike's out there somewhere, with Dorian of all people! You don't know what Dorian's capable of! He'll kill him!"

"Sair! We need you to calm down!" Gunn ordered her and when she finally did he asked, "Do you know of any possible places Dorian could've taken Spike?"

The vampire quieted down in thought, pulling ancient memories out in her mind, trying to find something. Then it hit her.

"There's this one place…." she trailed.

"Where? What is it?" Wesley asked as he sat forward.

"An old place...Dorian used to take me there. It's the remains of a cathedral, at least when we went. He said he really liked it and he hoped to die there someday, it was just his stupidity showing I guess…"

Wesley and Gunn looked at each other and then back to the vampire.

"Do you think you could lead us there?" Wesley asked her.

Sair hesitated, but then nodded, "I think I could."

"I'll tell Angel," Gunn said as he produced a cell phone and held it to his ear after he dialed a number.

Wesley turned to the front of the limo and told the driver to follow all directions that the girl said.

"Which direction do you think we should go?" he asked Sair.

The vampire looked out the window.

"No need," she said as she pointed outside, "There it is."

Hey, this was fun wannit? I gotta another ch. Comin up soon for those that are confused as to what happened to Dorian so NEVER FEAR!!!! Please review!!