Chapter Twenty Six: It's You….
Spike stood outside the house, looking inside. He didn't see Sarah but her car was in the driveway and the lights were on. He was about to knock on the door when he heard a noise next to him. He turned to see who it was and groaned, "What are you doing here, Lil Bit?"
"I'm here to keep you from doing something stupid," Dawn said. Spike had told her what Sarah had done but he'd downplayed how angry he was. He hadn't even told Buffy about what Sarah.
"I'm not going to do anything," Spike said. "Sarah and I are just going to have a little chat." Dawn eyed him skeptically, "What? What can I do to her? Chip, remember?"
"Fine," Dawn said, "But just remember I am not going back to Buffy and telling her that her child's father is now a big pile of dust."
"Fine," Spike said. "Just wait outside. This shouldn't take long." Dawn nodded and moved to the window. She wanted to see everything that went on, in case she needed to save Spike's life.
Spike knocked on the door. The door opened and Sarah answered it, dressed in a nightgown that left little to the imagination, "Hello," She said seductively. Then she realized that the person at the door wasn't who she was expecting. "Oh," She said, putting her robe around her, "I'm sorry. I was expecting.. someone else."
"I understand," Spike said. "I'm sorry to disturb you but I need to talk to you." He eyed Sarah. She was a pretty dark-haired woman, only a few years older then Buffy. He had been concerned at first by how young she was but both Willow and Tara had endorsed her. He made a mental note to have a little talk with the Wiccian lovers about their people skills.
"Sure," Sarah said. "What about? Is something wrong with Buffy?"
"No," Spike said, pouring on the charm. "She's fine, right now but I was wondering if I could get some more of those teas you gave her. They really seem to help."
"Sure," Sarah said, trying to hide her surprise. "I'll get some right now." He started to head into the house but Spike stopped her.
"Can I come in? It's getting cold out." Spike asked, in order for his plan to work he needed an invite into her house.
"Oh sure," Sarah said. "Come in."
Spike followed her into the house and into the kitchen where Sarah put some herbs together. Spike watched her angrily, wondering how she could so casually mix together something that could harm Buffy and the baby. "Okay, here," She said, handing Spike the packet of herbs. "This should be just what she needs."
"Thank you," Spike said. He turned to leave but then stopped and said, "Thanks for everything you've done for me and Buffy. We really appreciate it."
"No problem," Sarah said, smiling. "It's my job."
"Well I think you've gone above and beyond the call of duty," Spike said. "And Buffy and I trust you with our baby."
"Thank you," Sarah said.
"Buffy and I have been talking and we think that now it's time for us to trust you with our little secret."
"Oh," Sarah said, surprised. "What's that?"
"This," Spike said. He lowered his face and when he raised it up again it was in vamp face. Sarah looked startled but she didn't look surprised. "What?" Spike said. "You don't look too surprised. Or did you already know?"
"Know what?" Sarah said, looking around. "That you're a vampire. I knew that a long time ago."
"How?" Spike asked, almost casually.
"Ah Tara told me," Sarah said.
"Sorry," Spike said. "Wrong answer, but thanks for playing. Now you're going to tell me exactly what you did to Buffy and who put you up to it."
"I…I don't know what you're talking about," Sarah said, backing away from him
"I think you do," Spike said, advancing on her. "Now you're going to tell me or you're going to find out exactly how I got the nickname William the Bloody." She didn't know how he really got that nickname but what she didn't know wasn't going to hurt him.
"I didn't have a choice," Sarah pleaded. "You have to understand that."
"I don't have to understand anything," Spike said. Now answer my questions or I'll teach you everything I've ever learned about torture and believe me I learned from the best."
"I'm helping someone I love," Sarah protested. "You understand that."
Spike sighed, "Alright, I'm already bloody bored with your explanation. Now start talking or you'll find yourself tonight's dinner." He was bluffing but Sarah didn't know that.
Sarah looked at the angry vampire in front of her and realized that he wasn't bluffing. If she didn't do what he wanted then she wasn't going to get out of this alive. "Alright, I'll take you to them."
"Well let's go, then," Spike said, taking Sarah's arm. After you." He followed Sarah out to her car and she started driving. Neither of them was aware that Dawn was hiding in the back seat.
Sarah drove until she reached a old abandoned building, "Why are you taking me to this old shack?" Spike asked. "I mean, it does hold pleasant memories for me but what are you doing here?"
Sarah didn't answer. She led Spike into the factory. Spike saw three figures sitting at the burnt table in the middle of the room.
He recognized them instantly. He looked back at Sarah and said, "What the bleeding hell are you doing with these bloody idiots?"
Warren jumped to his feet, "What's he doing here?" He asked Sarah.
"I had to bring him here," Sarah said. "I had no choice."
"What did he do to you?" Warren asked, pulling Sarah into his arms.
Spike rolled his eyes, "I didn't do a bloody thing to her but I will if you don't tell me exactly why and what you did to Buffy."
"We don't know what you're talking about," Andrew stammered.
"I think we've already established that you do," Spike said. "Now you're going to tell me what you did or all of you die, including," He gestured to a table in the corner. "Mr. Fett over there."
"It's been getting boring around here," Jonathan whined.
"What are you blooding talking about?" Spike asked.
"With the Slayer out of commission for the next six months we aren't being challenged," Warren said. "If we aren't challenged then we'll get complacent and then when the Slayer starts working again, we're toast."
Spike stared at him, "I knew you were an idiot but I didn't realize how bloody stupid you were. You need a challenge so you're poisoning Buffy?"
"It wasn't all our idea," Andrew protested.
"Did I give you permission to speak?" Spike asked. "Now don't make me ask you again? What did you do to Buffy?"
"We…we gave her these herbs. They just make her sick and then eventually…." Jonathan stammered.
"What?" Spike asked. "What would they do?"
"They would make her lose the baby," Sarah said.
Spike's eyes flashed yellow and he growled, eyeing all four people in the room, "Oh great," Andrew said, backing away nervously. "We're dead. It's over."
Spike had never been so angry in his life or his unlife. These twits had needed a challenge so they had tried to poison Buffy and make her lose the baby. He wanted to rip them all apart but he knew he couldn't. One move towards them and they'd know about his chip and he'd lose his advantage over them. Then an idea occurred to him.
Spike returned his face to normal and tried to look calm, "You know, you four losers aren't worth my time and energy. So I'm not going to kill you." The Nerds let out a collective sigh of relief. "Myself," Spike said. "I've got a few friends who owe me a favor. They'll kill you for me."
"No one's dying here," Sarah said.
"I don't recall giving you permission to talk," Spike said.
"No one's dying because we have a little surprise for you," Sarah said.
"And what's that?" Spike asked, growing bored with this conversation.
Sarah gestured to a dark corner of the factory and a figure emerged from the shadows.
"Bloody hell," Spike gasped. "What are you doin' here?"
Spike stood outside the house, looking inside. He didn't see Sarah but her car was in the driveway and the lights were on. He was about to knock on the door when he heard a noise next to him. He turned to see who it was and groaned, "What are you doing here, Lil Bit?"
"I'm here to keep you from doing something stupid," Dawn said. Spike had told her what Sarah had done but he'd downplayed how angry he was. He hadn't even told Buffy about what Sarah.
"I'm not going to do anything," Spike said. "Sarah and I are just going to have a little chat." Dawn eyed him skeptically, "What? What can I do to her? Chip, remember?"
"Fine," Dawn said, "But just remember I am not going back to Buffy and telling her that her child's father is now a big pile of dust."
"Fine," Spike said. "Just wait outside. This shouldn't take long." Dawn nodded and moved to the window. She wanted to see everything that went on, in case she needed to save Spike's life.
Spike knocked on the door. The door opened and Sarah answered it, dressed in a nightgown that left little to the imagination, "Hello," She said seductively. Then she realized that the person at the door wasn't who she was expecting. "Oh," She said, putting her robe around her, "I'm sorry. I was expecting.. someone else."
"I understand," Spike said. "I'm sorry to disturb you but I need to talk to you." He eyed Sarah. She was a pretty dark-haired woman, only a few years older then Buffy. He had been concerned at first by how young she was but both Willow and Tara had endorsed her. He made a mental note to have a little talk with the Wiccian lovers about their people skills.
"Sure," Sarah said. "What about? Is something wrong with Buffy?"
"No," Spike said, pouring on the charm. "She's fine, right now but I was wondering if I could get some more of those teas you gave her. They really seem to help."
"Sure," Sarah said, trying to hide her surprise. "I'll get some right now." He started to head into the house but Spike stopped her.
"Can I come in? It's getting cold out." Spike asked, in order for his plan to work he needed an invite into her house.
"Oh sure," Sarah said. "Come in."
Spike followed her into the house and into the kitchen where Sarah put some herbs together. Spike watched her angrily, wondering how she could so casually mix together something that could harm Buffy and the baby. "Okay, here," She said, handing Spike the packet of herbs. "This should be just what she needs."
"Thank you," Spike said. He turned to leave but then stopped and said, "Thanks for everything you've done for me and Buffy. We really appreciate it."
"No problem," Sarah said, smiling. "It's my job."
"Well I think you've gone above and beyond the call of duty," Spike said. "And Buffy and I trust you with our baby."
"Thank you," Sarah said.
"Buffy and I have been talking and we think that now it's time for us to trust you with our little secret."
"Oh," Sarah said, surprised. "What's that?"
"This," Spike said. He lowered his face and when he raised it up again it was in vamp face. Sarah looked startled but she didn't look surprised. "What?" Spike said. "You don't look too surprised. Or did you already know?"
"Know what?" Sarah said, looking around. "That you're a vampire. I knew that a long time ago."
"How?" Spike asked, almost casually.
"Ah Tara told me," Sarah said.
"Sorry," Spike said. "Wrong answer, but thanks for playing. Now you're going to tell me exactly what you did to Buffy and who put you up to it."
"I…I don't know what you're talking about," Sarah said, backing away from him
"I think you do," Spike said, advancing on her. "Now you're going to tell me or you're going to find out exactly how I got the nickname William the Bloody." She didn't know how he really got that nickname but what she didn't know wasn't going to hurt him.
"I didn't have a choice," Sarah pleaded. "You have to understand that."
"I don't have to understand anything," Spike said. Now answer my questions or I'll teach you everything I've ever learned about torture and believe me I learned from the best."
"I'm helping someone I love," Sarah protested. "You understand that."
Spike sighed, "Alright, I'm already bloody bored with your explanation. Now start talking or you'll find yourself tonight's dinner." He was bluffing but Sarah didn't know that.
Sarah looked at the angry vampire in front of her and realized that he wasn't bluffing. If she didn't do what he wanted then she wasn't going to get out of this alive. "Alright, I'll take you to them."
"Well let's go, then," Spike said, taking Sarah's arm. After you." He followed Sarah out to her car and she started driving. Neither of them was aware that Dawn was hiding in the back seat.
Sarah drove until she reached a old abandoned building, "Why are you taking me to this old shack?" Spike asked. "I mean, it does hold pleasant memories for me but what are you doing here?"
Sarah didn't answer. She led Spike into the factory. Spike saw three figures sitting at the burnt table in the middle of the room.
He recognized them instantly. He looked back at Sarah and said, "What the bleeding hell are you doing with these bloody idiots?"
Warren jumped to his feet, "What's he doing here?" He asked Sarah.
"I had to bring him here," Sarah said. "I had no choice."
"What did he do to you?" Warren asked, pulling Sarah into his arms.
Spike rolled his eyes, "I didn't do a bloody thing to her but I will if you don't tell me exactly why and what you did to Buffy."
"We don't know what you're talking about," Andrew stammered.
"I think we've already established that you do," Spike said. "Now you're going to tell me what you did or all of you die, including," He gestured to a table in the corner. "Mr. Fett over there."
"It's been getting boring around here," Jonathan whined.
"What are you blooding talking about?" Spike asked.
"With the Slayer out of commission for the next six months we aren't being challenged," Warren said. "If we aren't challenged then we'll get complacent and then when the Slayer starts working again, we're toast."
Spike stared at him, "I knew you were an idiot but I didn't realize how bloody stupid you were. You need a challenge so you're poisoning Buffy?"
"It wasn't all our idea," Andrew protested.
"Did I give you permission to speak?" Spike asked. "Now don't make me ask you again? What did you do to Buffy?"
"We…we gave her these herbs. They just make her sick and then eventually…." Jonathan stammered.
"What?" Spike asked. "What would they do?"
"They would make her lose the baby," Sarah said.
Spike's eyes flashed yellow and he growled, eyeing all four people in the room, "Oh great," Andrew said, backing away nervously. "We're dead. It's over."
Spike had never been so angry in his life or his unlife. These twits had needed a challenge so they had tried to poison Buffy and make her lose the baby. He wanted to rip them all apart but he knew he couldn't. One move towards them and they'd know about his chip and he'd lose his advantage over them. Then an idea occurred to him.
Spike returned his face to normal and tried to look calm, "You know, you four losers aren't worth my time and energy. So I'm not going to kill you." The Nerds let out a collective sigh of relief. "Myself," Spike said. "I've got a few friends who owe me a favor. They'll kill you for me."
"No one's dying here," Sarah said.
"I don't recall giving you permission to talk," Spike said.
"No one's dying because we have a little surprise for you," Sarah said.
"And what's that?" Spike asked, growing bored with this conversation.
Sarah gestured to a dark corner of the factory and a figure emerged from the shadows.
"Bloody hell," Spike gasped. "What are you doin' here?"