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Godfather – Chapter Seven

I tear my eyes away from Ralph. 'What the hell just happened?!' I look at Larry. He's still disorientated. I look at the vampires on the floor. They all stink of fear. Two are actually shaking. I take a breath and try to calm my nerves. It doesn't work. Shit. All I want to do is run after Buffy, but I know I can't. I care about Larry, and I can sense that the vampires on the ground are all his children. Double shit!

I address the vamps. "Hears how it works. Larry here," I nod towards Larry who is still on the ground, "Is your Sire. I know, I can feel it. Now as you know by now, I'm his Sire, your Grandsire. That makes me the boss. You do what I say, when I say. I say jump, you say how high."

I wait a moment to let the words sink in. "You've probably already heard of me. My name's William The Bloody. I'm also known as the Scourge Of Europe. I've killed two slayers in my time. But nowadays I go by Spike. I got the name because I'm known to make a habit of driving railroad spikes through peoples' skulls." I pull out yet another fag an' light it. Good thing vampires can't get lung cancer. "I've done this to humans', vampires', demons', everything you can think of. You cross me, I'll shove one in yours." I stop again to make sure they understand.

"I just want you to remember one thing: you're vampires. I shove a spike in your skulls, you won't die the first time around. Or the second. Or the third. Or the fourth. And so on." I stop and smirk at the terror coming off of them. "Okay, now do any of you have any questions?"