"Nice place," Buffy said, her tone laced with sarcasm.
"Haha love. I know it doesn't compare to your place but it's convenient for me. Anyway, when I found this place I only expected to be in the city for a few days," Spike explained. The Vampire gestured for Buffy to take a seat on the musty couch and she did.
The couch the Slayer sat on had most definitely seen better days, as had the rest of the large room. The tile on the floor was coming up and the wooden paneling on the wall had begun to rot. The entire building looked like it might have been a large factory. A 70s style television sat across from the couch, a small table in between the two.
"Was this place a factory?" Buffy asked. Spike had begun to rummage through a large pile of books and papers that sat a few feet away from the couch the Slayer sat on.
"Until about twenty years ago it was. Then there was a fire and the center of the building was burnt out. Only enough of the base was left to keep the building standing. It was never knocked down because all the workers hired 'mysteriously' died. Most of them of blood loss."
"How do you know all of this?" Buffy asked
"The vamps who had this place before I did told me about the history," Spike answered.
"And what happened to them?"
Spike flashed fang at the Slayer and she rolled her eyes.
"You couldn't have just paid them for it," Buffy grumbled.
"What can I say baby. I'm a bad, rude man."
After a few minutes of silence Spike ceased his search and walked back over to the couch, a book clutched tightly in his hands. Spike flipped through the pages before he settled on one in the center of the book. The page Spike showed the Slayer had a large picture on it and a few lines underneath. The picture was a black and white drawing of what, at first glance appeared to be an average vampire. She was dressed in a 19th Century style of gown with her hair piled atop her head and game face on. However, the caption under the picture indicated that this vampire was anything but ordinary.
The oldest known vampire, Malcah was 1020 when she was captured by the Watcher's Council in 1897.. Being such a powerful vampire, the council found it impossible to kill her. So, they put Malcah into a deep sleep. Legend has it she will rise one hundred years from the day she was left sleeping in the mouth of hell, and will reek havoc on the ones who put her to sleep, and on the world.
"So?" Buffy asked.
"So, Slayer, this means that a very powerful vampire is going to rise and try to destroy the world and the Watcher's Council," Spike exclaimed.
"Spike, it's just a legend. The Watcher's Council put a vamp to sleep and she told them she'd get revenge, it doesn't mean she's going to." Buffy explained.
"The Watcher's Council doesn't think Malcah is going to arise, but vamps know differently. I never met this vampire queen but even I can feel her power and strength coursing through me."
"You're from her line?" Buffy asked.
"Yes. Granted I never met her, so my connection with her is not as strong as some vampires connection, but I can still feel her." Spike answered.
"So how do I stop her? I don't even know where she's going to rise from."'
"The mouth of hell. Loosely translated to Sunnydale. Home of all things not good, and un-pure." Spike said with a humorless chuckle. "Pack a bag baby, we leave tomorrow night."