Chapter 13- "Who Are Our Villains"
It was all coming together so perfectly. As soon as the little village slut had let him know of the budding (to her irritation) romance between the royal Prince Angelus and one of the pains from his ass 'scoobies' the plan had been set in motion. /Cordelia so convinced she deserved the best of everything especially when it came to her man, she wont believe what she's helped me accomplish/ First he had told her to go to Buffy in confidence and offer to help her get the -insert girly sigh- man of her -no pun attended- dreams. Then it was the switch of the parchments, when Cordelia had her father Ethan have a "talk" to Angelus about bedding this trash when he could be having one of his "beloved" daughters. /just like the US if your not at top you'll do anything or anyone to get there... I know this game better then most/ So now Romeo though Juliet hated him and Juliet though Romeo was the biggest ass this side on the balcony. /It's all just... wonderful/ he though grittily. Now for the icing on an already very resentful cake, Cordelia enlisted cleverly the help of a village man they called Spike to sicken the girl with the American virus concoction he had bought to imitate what ever virus the villagers had had. Spike would get his revenge then by being the hero who saved her from the hellish wilderness and if he had his was then she would repay him with her affections. It was apparently perfect for him, the opportunity to fuck something Angelus wanted so badly. /I wonder what would happen if it killed her... that would surely impress Darla... but it might piss of Spike who had the vaccination just waiting to put on the charm/ To be honest he had no idea what the chemicals were he just knew that a very competent and (oh so fucking good in bed) MD. told him that it would be perfect. So now she won't be able to help, her friends will be concerned with her, and Angelus will refuel his hate for the villager causing such wonderful, wonderful turmoil. Meanwhile that will give him time to help his new infatuation get her revenge and make his beautiful island resort.
The Scobies had to say they were all very impressed at the sight of Spike's worn and tried form, he told them he was enamored by the blondes spunk and would do whatever he could to find a way to cure her. They had already tried to see if they could find some sort of way to alter the 'Joining Truth' shot to form a cure, but had no luck. It even seemed as if the virus had evolved. "how could Buffy have the STD thing though when Angelus didn't?" Willow asked the group. "Maybe I'm exalted and only filthy trash not royalty can get it." Angelus smirked. Willow not one to usually anger, was furious and growing more so with each comment out of Angelus's cocky mouth. "If you care so little then what the hell are you doing here," she retorted. /hoping she'll wake up and realize that she loves me, tell me she was wrong/ "Hoping that she dies," was instead the bitter retort. That's when Spike took back to his act, "you all should go get some rest, I would like to do some prayers and such in the silence to help, and you all could use some sleep, you're arses won't be much of any help if you too tired to think clear." The scoobies and their friends such as Fred and Wes all looked at each other, they were pretty beat. It had been three days of nothing but Buffy awaking saying something crazy, or watching tears stream down her face as she moaned in pain. It was heart breaking, and what was worse is there was nothing that they could do.
/Finally alone/ was Spike's thought, good thing they Scoobies were all to exhausted to wonder why he himself /the bloody champion of good/ he laughed, was not falling over himself. /all that time spent sleeping, pretending that I was out on some noble cause/ "Angel..." he heard her moan, "bullocks" this is going to get very interesting. That's when he took the syringe out of his pocket and inserted her cure into a deep vein. Now all Spike could do is wait.
Angelus was fuming like a mad man, or at least a man who was very mad. /Spike, SPIKE? wants to do prayers, fucking prayers... my ass, something is not right, this is just... wow./ Angelus thoughts were stopped cold at the sight of a beautiful naked blonde in front of him. "Hi, my name's Darla" Darla... the name was vaguely familiar. ''Gods she is stunning" "I know" came the sultry reply. /good fucking job Angelus speak aloud./ "I'm here to help the other missionaries... then I saw you, and thought I'd say hi."
Darla had to admit, he was a very sexy man... with an aura that just /beams/ Suddenly this wasn't just about hate, and revenge... it was about want, need. "How bout you show me around stranger...?"
Buffy awoke with a start to Spike hovering over her, "Buffy are you okay.. ? Can you hear me?" "Where am I, where is this... why does my head hurt so bad?"
"you're at the medical hut"
"why are you here" was her curious answer.
"ever since I first saw you, you were so beautiful.. like light and when you became sick... I've done all I bloody could to help find a cure, and finally I did.." he bluffed showing her an herb formula that was supposed to look like what cured her. Seeing the pleading look on her face Buffy sighed... "and Angelus..?" /Jesus what the fuck is with these bints and the Poof/ "I don't know, he didn't seem to fond of you... " "Yeah the note he gave me showed me that... " "Look Spike, I appreciate this so much.. "
before she could finish she was cut of by words and puppy eyes, "so maybe we could try and 'us' thing then... in our culture when you save someone a debt is owed... one thing one favor... let me take you, let me show you how enchanting this place can be..." That when he looked at her, really looked at her... her green orbs shining in the dark... and oddly Spike's heart flopped "I mean yeah.. you did save me, I guess that would be okay... but." "Don't worry goldilocks," he said (thinking back to the only childhood story he could still remember from England.) "everything will be okay." She smiled then and Spike could help to think that this suddenly wasn't about hate, and revenge.. it was about want, need. "Just let me show you around stranger..."