Auther:
Magnus.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story. X-men and the
concept of
mutants are Marval's. Btvs belongs to Jason. I own
nothing. Poor me.
"Bugger
all! I have to buy the guy that did this a drink." Spike
said
with a toothy grin. He wouldn't normally go out on Halloween
but
Drusilla kept prompting him too, so he let her win.
It didn't
take him long to see that something wicked was going on.
For one,
all the kids had disappeared only to be replaced by demons,
monsters,
and other evil creatures.
The master vampire could very well smell the magic in the air.
And his dark princess Dru had a
vision. Something had made the
slayer weak, and all he needed to
do was find her. Then he could get
that hat trick he'd been
mooning over since they got to Sunnydale.
"Boss, we
spotted her on Elm Street. She was being chased by a
pirate."
One of his minions told him. William the Bloody laughed
fully at
hearing the story.
Seems the little tart dressed up like some
noble women, all puffy
hair and no superpowers. She was right for
the picking. "And her
little sidekicks? Red and the
boy?"
The redhead he'd give to Drusilla as a present, but
the boy, well
Spike had plans for him. His grand sire Angelus had
offered the
whelp to him on parent-teacher night. But it was just
a ruse to get
him to lower his guard.
And that was
something the blond vampire couldn't forgive. To spite
his grand
sire he was going to turn the boy, then send him off to
get killed
by Angel.
That'd put a cramp in the old sod's morals. Having
to kill someone
that he'd been trying to protect.
"The
redhead was with her. She was running through cars and demons
like
a ghost." The minion told his master knowing that if Spike
liked
the information he might even reward him.
"Hmm, ghost
huh? Can't really kill one of those. Well what about the
boy? The
one that's always hanging with the little tarts?" If he
couldn't
kill the girl at least he'd get to kill the slayer and
whelp.
A
nervous look passed over the minion's visage. One Spike did not
miss,
"Well?" He demanded.
"I think I saw him, but he
was dressed in some kind of armor. And
before I could get a closer
look he well... flew away." He waited
for what he knew was
coming.
"Flew away? What he turned into a bloody bird?"
The master vampire
sneered. The minion took a few steps backwards,
"Umm, no. He still
looked human, he just smelled differently.
And he threw a car at one
of the pirates."
A perplexed
look appeared on Spike's face. "Threw a car at a pirate?
And
what do you mean smelled different?" He wondered out loud as
he
followed the demons to the place where they saw the slayer
last.
"He smelled like ozone. And he didn't even touch
the car. He just
waved his hand and it went flying." He
informed his master. It had
been a weird sight. And he wasn't in
any hurry to fight the boy now.
It wasn't just the smell that
changed. It was like the air around
him was charged,
menacing.
"Sod it all. Fine, I don't care about casper
and bird boy. Just find
me that damned slayer."
