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Warnings and Disclaimers: see previous Chapters

Chapter 4

One week later, Spike sat in his crypt alone on a Saturday night. His usual plans with Giles were canceled because of an emergent trip the Ex-Watcher had to take. There were problems with his family back in England and he left two days prior. Spike was draped over his easy chair bored out of his mind watching reruns on the television. Suddenly, he sensed a few heartbeats and heard a large knock on his crypt door. He lazily sauntered towards the noise. "Don't know why the 'effin Scoobies bother knockin'," he grumbled. "Stupid Slayer usually barges right in anyways!"

As he opened the metal door, suddenly men in black with masks charged in. Some held guns, while others garnished stakes. Spike stumbled backwards as his fear set in. His first thought was 'The Initiative.' He felt himself panic as he watched the team surround him. He was greatly outnumbered and realized any attempt to retaliate was futile: he was dealing with humans. He slowly tilted his head as his blue eyes fixed upon the men.

To his right, a man in black spoke. "William the Bloody?"

Spike's only option was to project his Big Bad image. "Who wants to know?" He held his head high.

His question was ignored. "We are asking you to come with us. There are some important people who would like to meet with you."

Spike squinted his eyes as he measured up his situation. "Do I have a choice?"

"No. But we suggest you cooperate with us."

Spike felt he had nothing to lose. He screamed as he lunged for the leader. He was able to punch him before his chip activated. He screamed as he held his head, but he tried not to give in to the pain. He was able to strike two more soldiers before he felt blind from the excruciating pain exploding in his head. He received kicks to his abdomen and face as he felt himself fall. He shuddered to the ground as a taser came into contact with his body and spasmed as he hit the floor. He was still conscious laying on the cold concrete but immobile. He sputtered as he took unnecessary breaths and felt himself succumbing to the darkness as a needle penetrated his forearm. The last words he heard were, "Agent Hauser. Subject bagged and ready. Out." His eyes fluttered slowly as the world turned black.

Spike slowly opened his eyes and braced himself for white walls and scientists. He was surprised to see that he awoke on a comfortable bed in a place that resembled a hotel room. His eyes traversed the room and the first thing he noticed was a decanter full of blood with a glass resting on the coffee table. 'Not fallin' for drugged blood again' he thought to himself as he waited for the fog clouding his mind to lift. He turned around and winced as held his head. 'Bloody chip.'

Based on the light peaking through the curtains, he surmised it was late morning. He was unsure how long he had been unconscious. A sense of dread spread through him. He suddenly heard a key inserting into the locked door. He stood in a fighting position as the door slowly opened. Two well dressed persons walked through. A tall slender brunette and a slightly shorter brown haired man. Spike growled as they approached him.

"William the Bloody?" Lilah began as she strode towards the vampire with her right arm extended. "Lilah Morgan." She cheerfully added. Spike did not reciprocate the gesture. She turned to her colleague. "This is Lindsey McDonald." The two men stared at each other. "We hope your trip here wasn't too traumatic. I know sometimes our boys can get a bit rough." She laughed nervously as she noted the predatory look in the blond vampire's eyes. She walked towards the coffee table. "You haven't fed in two days. Enjoy." She said as she pointed to the blood. "It is fresh O-Positive: straight from the vein." She smiled.

Spike tilted his head. "Why don't we cut through the pleasantries and tell me why 'M here." He said as he noted a sly grin on Lindsey's face.

The male attorney spoke. "We work for Wolfram & Hart, Attorneys at Law..."

"You're kiddin', right?" Spike started laughing. "You're fuckin' lawyers? What the hell do you want with me?"

"Please, have a seat." Lilah gestured towards the couch.

"I think I'll stand, luv." Spike crossed his arms.

"Well, Spike, " Lindsey began, "we brought you here because of your reputation as a fighter and a Slayer killer. Your exceptional skills could be useful to our organization." Spike rolled his eyes as Lindsey continued. "We think we could partner in a mutually beneficial way."

Spike smirked as he listened to the lawyer. "Cut the shit, kid. I know my resume. What do you really want?"

"We will discuss that in due time." Lindsey responded. "In the meantime, enjoy the room; order room service. You will find this hotel accommodates demons, so feel free to order a different blood type if you prefer." Lindsey walked around the room. "There's a great jacuzzi tub in the bathroom. We'll be back tomorrow." He smiled widely. "Lilah." He said with a nod as the two prepared to depart.

Spike could only watch as the two humans walked away.

"Oh and Spike?" Lilah turned around before leaving. "The door has a mystical shield surrounding it. Demons can neither enter nor leave. See you tomorrow. "

Spike heard the door lock behind them. His anger rose as he looked around at the plush surroundings of his luxurious prison. He suddenly grew tired and sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes watered as he came to the realization that he was in deep trouble.