Turning the Tables
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: As I love to say…if I owned it, you'd be watching this on TV.
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EARLIER THAT NIGHT
Buffy bounced happily down Sunnydale's Main Street, swinging the hand clasped around Spike's back and forth. She got odd looks from some of the other pedestrians, but she just looked like a teenager happy to be out with her punk boyfriend. Not the evil undead looking for someone to eat.
"I'm soooo hungry," she moaned, leaning against Spike and pouting. He rubbed her shoulder.
"Well, let's find something good for you."
"How about those nasty cheerleaders who treated me like a freak?" Her eyes flashed gold with anticipation.
"You are a freak, luv," Spike reminded her, "A very cute freak." He amended when she punched his arm indignantly. He was still high off her blood, and euphoric that everything was working out so well. When he realized he couldn't finish off her blood, he had worried he had lost his edge. But now, it seemed he was more diabolical than he himself had known. A Slayer/vampire…never had anyone heard of such a twisted thing. And he had been the first to do it. Pride flooded him and he grinned toothily at the people passing.
"But what about them?" Buffy asked, yanking on the same arm.
"Hey, I need to use this thing later on. And no, not tonight. You need to learn the thrill of killing for pleasure. Revenge is all well and good, and it can be bloody enjoyable. But to be the naughty little vampire I know you can be, you have to start out with random killing." Buffy shrugged agreeably and began scanning the street for a treat.
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PRESENT NIGHT
"I'm bored." Buffy sighed deeply. She sat on Spike's lap, playfully mussing his hair, while they waiting in the crypt.
"It was your idea," he reminded her and she scowled.
"You didn't tell me it was gonna take so long."
"But didn't you have fun?" Buffy pretended to consider this for a moment before grinning wickedly.
"Yeah, I had fun. But it wasn't the best fun of the night," she licked her lips suggestively. Spike shot her a sexy smirk of his own and Buffy went back to playing with his hair. They sat in silence for a few moments before Buffy spoke again.
"I want a new name."
"Hmm?"
"I don't wanna be Buffy anymore. It's not…threatening enough. I wanna strike fear into my enemy's hearts! Like you. I mean, 'William' isn't striking any fear at all…so you change it." Spike winced at her use of his true name then shrugged.
"What kind of name were you thinking of?"
"Something dangerous…and easy to remember…what about…Cross!" Buffy's brainstorm hit her and she smiled, very pleased with herself.
"Cross? Fearsome enough I suppose…doesn't lend itself well to pillow talk…" Spike trailed off, a hint of mock disappointment in his voice. Buffy shot him an extremely naughty smile and ceased her caressing to think.
"Well, you could still call me Buffy when we're…'alone'. And you can call me sweetheart, and darling, and snuggle bunny-"
"There's no way in hell I'm going to call you snuggle bunny. And weren't you busy?" He asked pointedly. Buffy crossed her arms and tried to look offended.
"I am not just some kind of toy for you, buddy! My utmost care is not your sexual pleasure."
"Oh no? What is then?" He asked, keeping a perfectly straight face.
"Mine, of course." She dropped her façade and allowed him to proceed in attacking her neck.
A low growl came from behind them, and Buffy turned her head to see the red-head had risen, and was slipping out of game-face.
"I feel very dead," Willow remarked matter-of-factly, examining herself.
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NEXT MORNING
Angelus stalked through the heavily curtained rooms of his new mansion. Where was Spike? When he had finished with Drusilla, he was gone.
"This is ridiculous!" He growled and smashed one of the priceless statues, "It's not like he could just get up and walk away!" A low chuckle from behind made him turn. Dru was lying on top of one of the antique tables laughing.
"Ooh…ooh…our William has been a naughty, naughty boy, daddy." Grinning, Angelus walked over and rested his hands on the table.
"What do you see?"
"Naughty, naughty William…must be punished. We'll have to send him to bed with no supper, Miss Edith says we will…" Even more interested, he coaxed her to share more.
"He chases her…and she stops running…bad William…such a bad boy…" Drusilla gave a little gasp and put her hand over her mouth with a wicked smile, "So so naughty…no cakes for William…he mustn't…but he does…yes he does…"
"What did Spike do?" Angelus urged, fascinated. Dru looked at him for the first time since she started talking, then sat up slowly and raised a finger to her mouth.
"Shhhh…it's a secret…"
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AT SCHOOL
Xander yawned widely as he walked into the library. He had been up all night, keeping watch for Buffy. But she'd never showed up. It was a blessing, he knew, but part of him had been wanting to see her. He really didn't want to believe Buffy was truly dead.
"Giles?" No answer. He walked over to desk where a simple sign was posted: THE LIBRARIAN IS NOT IN
"Great…" Wandering into Giles' office, he switched on the radio used generally to hear the weather forecast. Xander spun the dial, but stopped when he heard Willow's street mentioned.
"-police investigated, and discovered Ira and Sheila Rosenberg dead in the front room. Their daughter, Willow Rosenberg, has not been found. Any information regarding this cold-blooded murder would be-" Numbly, he turned off the radio. More death. Willow was...gone. Her parents were dead. And he didn't even need three guesses to figure out who was guilty.
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THAT AFTERNOON
"And so then, he totally started bleeding everywhere, and I nearly got my outfit all gross, but I thought fast and started licking it before it could get to my sweater, cause I really like that sweater, and-" Buffy stopped her animated storytelling to glare at Spike, who snorted, "What?"
"Nothing, pet. Go on."
"I'm bored." Willow said looking plaintively at Spike. She hadn't changed her voice tone more than twice the entire day, "And I'm hungry."
"We still have a couple hours till sunset," Buffy said and stretched languidly, "This part of being a vampire totally sucks."
"We could check Willy's. I know the sewers to take, and we can buy a drink or ten…maybe even threaten them out of him."
"Sounds fun! I've always wondered what it would be like to actually buy something at Willy's."
"Better than sitting here." Willow said, lips twisting slightly.
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WILLY'S PLACE
Buffy allowed Spike to hoist her out of the sewer entrance into the bar. Willow came next, then he pulled himself up. Putting an arm around each of them, he steered them over to the counter. Willy was polishing glasses and looked up.
"What can I get-whoa. Slayer? What're ya doin' here? And with-"
"My girls want drinks. You got a problem with that?" Spike growled demonstratively of what might happen if Willy did have a problem with that.
"Nope, no problems here. What'll it be then?"
"Martini on the rocks. Just a spritz of blood." Willow told him.
"I'll have what she's having." Buffy said with a smile.
"Gimme the strongest whiskey you've got." Spike said with a smirk. Once Willy left shakily to get the drinks, Buffy squirmed under Spike's arm.
"I feel like you're a pimp or Hugh Hefner, or something."
"Just cause I like to show affection to my ladies?" Spike asked, looking insulted. Willow leaned over and ran her tongue slowly up his cheek.
"I don't mind." She flashed him her best sexy smile. Buffy sniffed. Not to be outdone, she snuggled closer to bite his ear.
"I didn't say I minded." Appeased, Spike tightened his grip on both girls. Why hadn't he done this sooner?
"Now, about being your ladies…" Buffy said, coyly curling a strand of his hair. Spike shot her a sideways look.
"Something about your voice tells me I'm not going to like this plan."
"Well, we have to keep up your reputation…appearance can be key to an impression…"
"No. No way, luv, that is not happening! There is nothing in all bleeding hell that would convince me to take you two shopping!"
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