Chap – 3
Spike flipped through the book he had acquired from Giles' house. "'Fear demons feed off of the fear of other creatures by creating that fear.' Hmm, that sounds like it might work." He continued to flip pages until he reached the section on conjuring a fear demon. His eyes caught a symbol on another page. "Ah, let's see here," he looked at the procedure to conjure. "I'll have to make a stop at the store, but this is easy!"
The next night Spike made his way to the playground with the book and a can of spray paint. He looked around trying to find a place to create his symbol. He saw the sandbox, deciding it was the best place to do it.
Spike walked over to it getting down on his knees in front of it. He opened the book to the marked page. "The symbol of Sagwack. Alright, now," pulling the lid off the can of spray paint, "We put a line here, a squiggle here, and another line, curvy line, damn it! Bloody hell!" Looking at the curvy line in the wrong spot. He wiped over the sand with his hand, erasing the symbol. "Stupid can."
Spike attempted the symbol a second time, successfully. "There," he looked in the book for the next step. "A drop of blood." He removed a pen knife from his pocket, preparing to slice his palm. He let the blood drop onto the symbol as he read from the book, "I call on you, great and powerful Sagwack," he said in a monotone voice waiting for the summoning to work. It only took a second for the sand in the sandbox to quake and rumble with power. Sand began to spew into the air, raining down on Spike. He ran for cover underneath the slide, waiting for the onslaught of sand to come to a stop.
Sagwack rose above the sand, arms raised above his head in a menacing fashion. "I am the great and powerful, Sagwack. Who is the one…" He stopped mid sentence, noticing that he was alone. He looked around for anyone else when Spike appeared from behind the slide.
Spike squinted his eyes as he got closer to Sagwack. "What the bloody hell is this?" He got back down on his knees getting a closer look at the tiny demon. "Sagwack! You're Sagwack?"
"I am the great and powerful…"
"Yeah I got that part." Spike snatched the book from the ground flipping to the page with a picture of Sagwack. "Actual size! Bloody hell!"
"Are you the one who has summoned me?"
"Yeah," Spike said defeated. "You're not what I expected though. I thought you'd be bigger."
"I am the great and powerful Sagwack. Bow before me and fear me, my minion!"
"Ah no, that's where you're wrong." Sagwack stared at him confused by Spike's behavior. Never had Sagwack had a minion who refused to cooperate. "I've never been anyone's minion in my 121 years of being a vampire, and I don't plan to start now. Especially to a small fry like you."
"Then I must complete my mission on my own and find my followers." He began to make his way to a side of the sandbox. However the wall of the sandbox was three inches taller than he was. Sagwack came to a stop, looking up at the wall in front of him. He tried to jump and reach for the top several times, but was unsuccessful. Spike watched him with a smile on his face as Sagwack failed time and time again.
"Need some help to start your mission?" Spike asked with a laugh. Sagwack glared in response, but prepared to accept the help offered to him none the less. He nodded his head in response. "Well I've got some bad news for you, Sagwack." Sagwack gave him another confused look. "You aren't goin' anywhere. I summoned you, so you work for me now." Spike reached in and picked him up around the middle.
"But this isn't how it works!" Sagwack carried on, trying to fight his way free of Spike's grasp.
"It works for me," Spike said simply, heading back to his crypt. "You're part of a little plan I have brewin' for Harris." Sagwack gave up his struggling and remained still in Spikes hand with a scowl on his face, drumming his fingers against Spike's hand in annoyance of his current situation.