There were only three Watchers in the entrance hall. I felt a little disappointed. I'd been hoping for a few more. One looked frozen in place behind a large desk like a reception desk. The other two were standing in the middle of the hall, one with glasses looking at me with terror, the other calmly frowning.
I didn't like the look of the frowning one. He was tall, taller that me, with green eyes and a long sweeping coat. He'd obviously just been out. I lunged for him first. Angelus, Darla and Drusilla came in after me, and Drusilla headed straight for the receptionist guy. I snapped the neck of Mr Frown, feeling slightly disgruntled that it was over so quickly, and looked around for the third Watcher.
"He went through there," Angelus said, pointing at the door at the far end. There were another two doors leading out of this hall, and I paused.
"Do we follow him?" I asked Angelus. He looked at me.
"What do you think?"
I hesitated. The man could've alerted the whole council by now, and they'd be waiting for us if we followed. But then, that's what we wanted, a whole council to kill. And if we went through a different door they'd have more time to get weapons. So I sprung after the Watcher, Angelus following, and the girls not far behind. I could hear Dru whispering excitedly to herself.
We found ourselves in a hallway, this one long and thin, with just two doors. I paused, then, hearing voices from the left door, I went through that one, again with a dramatic snarl. There was the terrified guy with the glasses I'd seen earlier, and also a teenage boy about sixteen, a middle aged woman, a younger woman, and an old man. I still hadn't seen any sign of the four I'd encountered last time I'd been here. The old man glanced at the younger woman.
"Go, Sandy!" he hissed, and she backed away to leave through yet another door behind her. But Darla was already there and sank her fangs into the woman's throat.
Angelus took the other woman, and the girls were having fun with the old guy. So that left Glasses, and pimple face.
The teenager glared at us. I couldn't smell fear on him. Interesting. Glasses held up a cross towards us with a shaking hand. What kind of a Watcher is he anyway? I wondered disbelievingly as I kicked him hard in the stomach. Well, he's a dead one now, I thought dryly as he fell and his head struck the stone corner of the fireplace and blood pooled around him.
Something pierced my shoulder from behind and I spun around angrily. It was Pimples. I slammed him against the wall with a hand round his neck. He scrabbled at my hand desperately and I only squeezed harder. Eventually he fell still. He was unconscious, not dead, but I'd come back for him later.
"Good work, boy," Angelus whispered in my ear as he pulled whatever was in my shoulder out of it. "And now?"
I glanced round the room. All the watchers were dead, except the unconscious teen. "We wait," I said firmly, looking up at him, and he smiled, his eyes flashing amber.
I turned back to Pimples. There was a box of stakes in one corner of the room, it surprised me that none of the humans had thought to use one. I pierced the boy's hands to the wall with two of the stakes. Nails would've been better, but I don't think there were any. I'll just leave him here. If he managed to survive then good for him, but I doubt it.
So we waited. The council would find us eventually. Drusilla and Darla were whispering and giggling like sisters, and Angelus was sitting in the chair, watching me. I sat down against the wall, next to where Glasses had hit his head.
"Don't get any of that blood on you, boy," Angelus warned. I shifted away from it a little. We waited in uncomfortable silence.
Then, footsteps. Seven, maybe eight. I'm guessing they don't have the whole council in today. I listened carefully to the sounds, trying to separate them into individuals. There were at least two girls, probably potentials like May.
They stopped outside the door, then it opened slowly. Four men; the twins and the old guy from my last encounter, and a black man. I looked at him with interest. There were hardly any black men in London. He looked strong, taller and more muscled than most white people. He would be the hardest. But I could take him. There were also three girls, one of them being May. I glared at her. The other two were pretty similar. They could've been sisters, if it wasn't for the hair, one had brown ringlets and the other had her blonde hair pulled up out of her face.
Most of them were carrying weapons of some kind, crossbows, stakes, twin one even had an axe.
I'm not exactly sure what happened, but there was a lot of fighting, and I didn't get injured half as much as I'd expected. I saved May till last, and the other three seemed to stay away from her by common consent. She was my kill. When all the others were dead, I growled at her and stalked forwards. She gripped the stake she held tightly. She may have been a potential, but she wasn't a Slayer yet, just a little girl.
I killed her slowly, tearing her throat open bit by bit. Her screams just made it all better. Eventually though, I drank from her and then wiped the blood from the corner of my lip with an evil smirk. It was done.
Angelus stood in front of me and I looked into his eyes, something I rarely did. What I saw there made my heart leap. Pride. He was proud of me.
"I knew you could make the right decisions when you had to, Spike," He said smugly. "Don't forget it."
Oh, I won't forget it. Never.
Sorry, short chapter here. I could make it longer, but it would mean having to wait longer to post it. And I don't like this chapter much so I want to get it over with I can get on with the better stuff. And hey, I only updated yesterday, and now I have a whole new chapter! I'm getting faster!
To Josette: Interesting idea, I might work that in somehow, thanks! And also – thanks for being the first person to review, you must have read it the second I put it up!!
To Higgy: Yay! I was hoping someone else would pick up on the 'baby' thing! And no way am I a better writer that you!! And a teenage Spike would be very cool! It would be funny...
::jumps up and down excitedly, pointing in the direction of Higgy's fic::
Go read Higgy's. Now.
