Unlucky

By: Kai C.

Kai: (jumps up and down) Yay! I have 3 reviewers!

Yami Bakura: Yeppie fricken do Kai.

Kai: (sighs) And here I though Spike would have taken care you of by now

Yami Bakura:...

Spike: Well who are the reviewers from Nibblet?

Kai: (stares at Spike) Well there's one from gundam06seenity, who wants me to update and yet another kind one from Marcusthebloody who enjoys my dialog. (is happy) I'm glad everyone likes it so far.

Spike: Oh it's the guy who stole my bloody name.

Angel: (rolls eyes) Spike, we've been through this.

Kai: Disclaimer please!

Spike: Very well Pet, Kai doesn't own anything except Destany.

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Chapter 3: Sacrifice What?

Spike groaned as he opened his eyes and from that moment on he wish that he hadn't opened them for he had a splitting headache that didn't seem like it was going away anytime soon and the taste of bitter almonds in his mouth. He also noticed that his wrists and ankles were chained to whatever he was laying on and that his prized duster jacket was missing in action. Spike continued to ponder his current situation when movement in the shadows caught his attention. Spike raised an eyebrow at the fact that Destany appeared to be the one making all the noises. "Oh so you're a whips-and-chains kind of girl," spike joked, smirking at Destany, who stood on the left side of him. "Well whatever gets you off, love."

Destany glared down at Spike. "I would hold your tongue if I were you, vampire." she warned as she pulled out a knife. "Unless you'd like me to cut it out for you." Destany held the knife close to Spike throat. Noticing the opportunity right in front of him, Spike bit down hard on Destany's arm, drawing blood.

"That's for stealing my duster, you bitch!" Spike spat, taking notice that the human had been the one that had thieved his jacket. "Now, since I'm guessing you're not planning on giving me any sexual favors, why am I chained up like this?"

Destany covered her bloodied arm with a cloth. "Because I plan to spill your blood as an offering to my creature that I plan to summon." she explained, smirking. "That's was plan from the very beginning when I noticed you at the club."

Spike rolled his eyes at her. "Oh goody! I get to be a sacrifice to some creature. That's just what I've always wanted to bloody be." he remarked sarcastically. "And you're getting your nasty blood all over my duster!"

Destany simply laughed at the vampire. "What does it matter to you Spike, you won't be wearing it anytime soon." she stated.

"But my duster!" Spike exasperated.

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"You know Angel, it doesn't matter how many of those you consume, you're not going to get drunk," Wesley commented, noticing that Angel was on a full out raid of the plane's mini bar.

"Yeah, I know Wes," Angel complained, taking another swig. "Stupid vampire constitution."

"Vampire what?" Gunn repeated for clarification.

Angel shook his head. "Never mind," he said.

"Are you afraid of flying, Angel?" Fred inquired, taking a seat next to the vampire.

Angel gave Fred a look. "Me...afraid of flying, yeah right, Fred," he denied smiling. "It's just the sooner we land this thing the better."

Wes smiled. "Well then, you'll be happy to know that we'll be landing in London soon, Angel," he informed, knowing that Angel would be pleased to hear the news.

Angel gave a sigh of relief as he felt the wheels of the plane touch the ground at Heathrow Airport. And Angel and his team walked out on to the nice solid runway. "It feels so nice to be on solid ground." he stated stomping his foot on the ground for good measure.

"You really don't like flying, do you, Angel?" Fred giggled

Angel gave her a glare. "Would you drop it already, Fred?" he asked. "We're not here to make fun of the fact that I dislike air transportation we're here to find to find Spike." Angel spat out the blonde vampire's name like it was a bug in his mouth.

Wes rolled his eyes at the two. "Well if you were Spike, what would you do in London?" he pondered

"Probably go to some night club and get drunk." Angel replied, Gunn nodded his head in agreement.

"Well then, let's go to the nearest club and start investigating boys!" Fred exclaimed, grabbing a map and taking a peek, "Here, this one looks promising. It's called The Apocalypse."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Wes asked, "Let's go!"

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Spike watched Destany with mild interest as she flipped through spell book after spell book. His mind drifted to the nights previous events, not exactly how he planned to spend his time in London, but at least he wasn't bored, not yet anyway. "Don't tell me you can't find the bloody spell you were going to use to sacrifice me with," he mocked, earning himself a dirty look.

Destany glared at Spike. "Shut up Spike!" she commanded. "Unless you like me to say to hell with the spell and silt your throat right now."

Spike shrugged to the best of his ability. "Go ahead, love," he insisted turning his head to look at her. "It won't kill me, it'll hurt like hell, but it still won't get rid of me."

Destany smiled at the comment. "No," she agreed. "But it would shut you up for awhile, unless you'd like me to use this handy stake I found in your pocket." she gave him a sadistic looking grin.

Spike sighed. "It's bad enough you drugged me and stole my duster, but did you have to dig through the pockets too?" he complained, eyeing his prized jacket.

Destany rolled her eyes at the loudmouth vampire. "Spike, if I hear one more word about your damn jacket I'm going to gag you." she threatened, going back to the book she was looking in.

"Well how about if I complain about my arms going numb?" Spike suggested. The only response he got back, however, was a book being thrown his way. "Ha! You missed!"

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"Well that really didn't give us any useful information to go on," Wesley commented as the group took a rest on a park bench. "We're no closer to finding Spike then we were when we got here."

"Yeah, so far all we have is Spike getting drunk and leaving with some chick," Gunn stated. "That's really not much to go on."

"Well, do we know what Spike's mystery date looks like?" Wes asked, glancing at Angel who seemed to be staring off into space. "Angel, are you alright?"

Angel turned his head to face Wes. "I smell blood," he muttered. "Spike's blood."

Gunn blinked a few times at Angel statement. "Spike's blood?" he repeated. "How can you..."

"Vampires have a very keen sense of smell," Wesley interrupted. "Which means, if Angel can smell Spike's blood he must be near by?"

"So if we just use Angel as a bloodhound, we'll be able to find Spike," Fred replied, standing up from the bench.

"Way to hurt my vampiric pride, Fred," Angel sighed, following Spike's scent. The rest of the group followed him down the street. "Let's go rescue BlondieBear from whatever he's gotten himself into."

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Kai: (sighs) Well, that was kind of a sucky ending to chapter 3

Angel: (pouts) you called me a bloodhound

Spike: Oh quit your complaining Nancy-boy

Angel: You know what Spike, I could just leave you there

Spike: You wouldn't

Kai: Play nice boys

Spike and Angel: Shut up kai!

Kai: (sweatdrops) Please R/R