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This one takes place after 'The Contest of Champions' and also after Chapters 42 and 61 of this story.

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Chapter 66- Vengeance in blood

Earth-92

"You know, the Grandmaster was really just the worst", Willow commented, sitting with Tara, Buffy, Dawn and Spike. "What he did to us…..that has to be just the worst."

"No kidding, and considering how many sickos we've gone up against, says a lot", Buffy sighed.

"He is worse than Angelus!" Spike snarled.

"Yeah, I can't imagine what you all went through. I mean, I saw it, but being there would have to be something else", Dawn noted sadly. "Someone having control over you, everything about you, to do whatever they want."

"I've felt that before", Tara muttered, causing the rest to look at her, which was when she realized she had said it out loud. "Sorry, wasn't supposed to say that."

"Baby, what's the matter?" Willow held her hand.

"No, its nothing", Tara looked away.

"Was it I-"

"No, not you! Never you!" Tara assured Willow, kissing her on the lips. "It was…back when my soul had been bound in Hell."

"The auction?" Dawn inquired.

"Yeah", Tara nodded, struggling not to break down. "Even before that, the Demons were in-charge of my fate, and they never backed down from reminding me."

Willow had to embrace her to make her feel comfortable, as Tara sighed. "And once just before the auction, and during it, they almost…."

She didn't finish, but it was obvious what she was going to say.

Buffy and Dawn both had rage-filled eyes, as did Willow, while Spike was shaking in anger.

"But, then something happened."

On remembering what, Tara calmed down a little. She still had no confirmation about what exactly the miracle was, but just thinking about it raised her hope for reasons she could not tell. It brought her a sense of peace.

"You mean Lucifer?" Dawn inquired.

"No, before he came. Something happened. The Demons and all the Hell-Lords got stripped of whatever they were wearing instead of me, not that they would care. Then a light shone, and it seemed to be in the shape of a human, and I think it was holding out its hand. A cloth extended out of it and wrapped around me. The main Demon tried to pull it down but it never finished, and eventually the Demon fell down from exhaustion. The light and cloth faded, and then Lucifer came to protect me."

The other four were awed by what they'd just heard. So awed it almost overcame their anger and horror at what Tara had gone through.

Seems like a benevolent higher power did exist somewhere out there, and it had protected Tara. For that, they could never be grateful enough.

"It will be all right now, baby, it will be all right", Willow assured Tara, kissing her forehead, as Dawn grasped her hand, Buffy looking down sadly.

Spike, however, was enraged. Not just at the Demons, but also at those who had been responsible for what Tara had gone through.

With a shaking hand, he patted her shoulder. "I am sorry you had to go through that."

He had taught them a lesson once, but now knowing this, he wanted to teach them an even bigger lesson. A permanent one. And this one would not leave them to do anything ever again.

However, he had made them permanent inmates in the hospital due to the crippling he had done. So, this time, he was going to be cruel. Give them a miracle, then end them.

Earth-199999

Spike knocked on the door, and it was opened by Marc and Faith, the former asking. "Yes?"

"What are you doing here, Spike?" Faith inquired.

"About to bloody up some halfwit misogynist bastards who condemned a pure soul to Hell, wanna join?"

"Do you even have to ask?" Marc said as if it was obvious.

"Who is this pure soul?" Faith asked the big question.

"Tara."

"Oh! Definitely coming. And, she doesn't know, right?"

"Nope, none of the rest know. Let's keep it that way."

"My thoughts exactly."

Frank was loading his gun, when he sensed something, turning to see Spike. "What brings you here?"

"Want your help in dealing out punishment to 2 scumbags."

"What did they do?"

"Bound their pure daughter's soul to Hell because they were misogynists and she ditched them."

"I'm in."

Earth-29

Spike now stood across from Klaus and Enzo, his new mates, having asked them the question too.

"Oh I think I would love to join in", Klaus flashed a vindictive smirk. "Show these humans who mess with magic what their actions have brought upon them."

"Indeed. And Tara is a lovely woman, so I won't stand back either", Enzo joined the group too.

Earth-72

Spike walked with Billy Butcher, who commented. "So, these fucking cunts did that to Tara, eh?"

"Yeah, and while I crippled them, after what Tara told us, I think they got off too easily."

"Ya know, I agree. These pieces of shit deserve worse. Count me in."

Earth-38

Spike stood on a rooftop with Red Hood now, having told him the whole thing, and wanting to recruit him. Plus, in his mind, Red Hood owed him for beating him up at the Contest.

"Do to them what you did to me, maybe a little extra like you cape squaddies tend to do, then we'll be squared away, mate."

Red Hood looked down, seeming to be in thought, then looked up. "Sure."

Earth-50

And now, Spike was with Peacemaker and Vigilante. "Come on, what do you say?"

"Chris, we shall get to torture people, come on, let's do it!" Adrian cheered happily. "Bad people at that, let's go!"

Peacemaker shrugged. "Well, if they deserve it, sure."

Earth-1

Spike stood across from Constantine, who looked him up and down. "Right, so you want my help in dealing with these, huh?"

"I do. Come on, mate. I am sure you'll have something here", Spike tried to convince Constantine. "I crippled them, but I'm sure you can do something so they're back to normal…mostly. It'll be like a miracle for them. They'll be happy. And then we shall come in and take it away."

"I've been to Hell before. It is not a pleasant place even for one like me", Constantine sighed, his voice betraying some emotion for once. "For someone like Tara, I can't imagine what it would have been like."

He looked up, a glint in his eye. "So, let us do it, mate."

Earth-92, two weeks later

Mr. Maclay and Donny couldn't believe it. They had thought they'd be cripples for life, and eat out of straws, but something had happened to them.

They had, all of a sudden, started healing from the supposedly permanent damage that had been done to them. The two could walk again, and talk again, and eat normally again.

The doctors had said it was a miracle, and they hadn't been wrong. It really was a miracle.

The Maclay Men had enough money already, but after Tara's death, they had managed to take away all the money she would have had too, and she would sadly never see that money again.

So, they had enough to pay the doctors, and Mr. Maclay had replaced four of his broken teeth with golden teeth of all things. He had prestige in this town, and the golden teeth would add to it.

Right now, the two were relaxing in their home, when there was a knock.

Donny stood up, walking to open it, only to freeze in horror when he saw Spike standing in front of him, a smirk on his face.

He immediately tried to slam the door shut, but Klaus appeared, grabbing the door, Donny unable to budge it now.

"Trying to sneak away now, are we?" Klaus said with a smirk, pushing against the door, making Donny fall back while Mr. Maclay stood up in horror.

Constantine appeared alongside the rest, and he grasped Spike, Klaus and Enzo, his magic being pushed through them, as they entered the house.

"So, you two are the ones, huh?" Frank snarled, cocking his gun, the two gulping in horror.

"Oh I can't wait to get my hands on you", Faith sneered, Marc shutting the door, with Constantine magically sealing it.

Mr. Maclay started. "Look-"

"Sod off you piece of filth!" Spike made to charge him, but Constantine put his hand in the way.

"No. Not yet. Remember what I said. Control yourself. We shall do it the way I said. It will be much better."

Spike wanted to just wail upon both the bastards again, but he once again thought about Constantine's idea carefully.

It was slow, but it was better. Much better.

"Sure", Spike calmed down.

Mr. Maclay found out he couldn't move from his seat, and Donny too lay still on the ground now, unable to even speak, courtesy of Constantine's magic.

The conman took the seat Donny originally had, sitting across the Maclay family patriarch now.

"So, you put your own daughter's soul at stake. You bound her to a Hell Dimension. Did you know she was almost assaulted twice there?"

Mr. Maclay ignored the 'assault' part, for he and Donny had beaten her too when she had been with them, and instead snapped. "She deserved it for deserting us! Magic! She, and her side of the family, they all seemed to have it more than us somehow, it shouldn't have happened!"

"Huh? So you weren't angry they had magic. You were angry the women could do it better than you", Faith realized, this only making everyone angrier due to how petty Mr. Maclay was.

"So, let's gamble, eh?" Constantine commented, a board appearing on the table suddenly, the dice in Constantine's hands. "There will be stakes too, of course."

"Wh-what?" Mr. Maclay asked in a shaking voice, wondering if they would just take his things and let him off. "Don't take the house please. J….just take any money or items you want, just-"

"We don't want that", Constantine shrugged. "The first stake…will be your upper clothes."

Mr. Maclay's eyes widened in horror. "No! No! What kind of game is this? Who puts his clothes at stake?"

"Huh? Considering what you did to your daughter, figured this won't be a hassle for you, cunt", Butcher sneered.

"You will have to play, and we will keep playing until one has completely won, and the other has completely lost", Constantine shrugged coldly, lifting up the dice. "Spike, since you were the one with the idea, you shall be the one to play against this backwater bastard. Come on, mate."

"With pleasure, mate", Spike took the dice from Constantine's hands, flashing Mr. Maclay a nasty smirk, and rolling them, threw them on the board.

It was 5 and 4, making a total of nine. Constantine moved Spike's piece accordingly, before taking the dice from Spike, and handing them to the terrified Mr. Maclay.

With shaking hands, he looked at Constantine and Spike, then rolling his dice, threw them on the board.

Both of them were a six, giving him a twelve, and in spite of the situation, he smiled happily. "Twelve! I win this! I-"

Constantine looked down at the dice, and one of them turned, so instead of a six, it showed a 2 now, putting him at an eight instead.

"Huh?" Mr. Maclay looked at the dice, then at Constantine. "No, this can't be! This is magic and deception!"

He tried to take the dice back, but Frank cocked his gun at the man's head, making him back off, frightened.

"Didn't you bind your daughter to an eternity of misery with your own magic?" Frank snarled in anger and disgust.

Constantine looked at Klaus and Enzo. "Well mates, its you two now."

"I've been waiting for this", Klaus and Enzo walked to either side of the Maclay patriarch, grabbing him by the arms, forcing him to stand up as he gasped in pain due to how they were holding him.

"Come on, mate", Enzo shared a nod with Klaus, their fingernails digging into Mr. Maclay's skin, drawing blood, his gasps turning into screams now, before they pulled, ripping apart the man's coat and shirt, leaving him utterly naked from the waist up, and bleeding due to having been clawed too.

Shivering, he covered his chest, tears in his eyes, Klaus and Enzo throwing the pieces of his upper clothes away, before Butcher pushed him back down onto the chair.

Crying, Mr. Maclay asked them all. "Wh….what is this?"

"The game has only started, Mr. Maclay", Constantine said coldly, terrifying the pathetic man even more, while the conman handed the dice back to Spike. "Now, its your lower clothes at stake next."

Mr. Maclay shivered even more, looking down, before looking back up, Spike rolling the dice and throwing, Constantine moving the piece accordingly.

With a shaking hand, Mr. Maclay took the dice again, and threw, the number once again being less than Spike's.

"No, no!" Mr. Maclay begged, Marc now walking to him, grabbing his neck and slamming him to the table's edge. Then, he grasped the man's shoes and socks, ripping them off at the same time.

Before Mr. Maclay could register that, Marc grabbed his pants hard, drawing blood by digging into his skin as he screamed loudly in agony.

Then, Marc pulled as there was a ripping sound, Mr. Maclay's pants and trunks all torn off, leaving him completely nude and exposed.

"AAAAARGGH!" Mr. Maclay tried to cover his manhood, only for Marc to shove him back into the chair.

"Why? Why are you doing this?"

"Could ask you the same thing. Why did you lie to your daughter? Why did you send her soul to Hell?" Butcher snarled in rage.

"So, you've lost all your clothes now, what shall you put at stake next?" Constantine asked, not getting any response.

"He has those golden teeth, let's put them at stake next", Peacemaker said, pointing at the teeth, making Mr. Maclay cover his mouth in horror now.

"Come on, Spike", Constantine gave Spike the dice, and he threw them with a roll, the conman moving the piece, before he handed the dice to Mr. Maclay.

He uncovered his mouth, staring at all of them in fear, and then threw. The number was less than Spike's.

At that moment, he covered his mouth with both hands in a vain attempt to save himself, the sound of sobs coming from his throat.

Red Hood threw away his gun, marching towards Mr. Maclay, grabbing him by the face and making him stand up, grabbing his face hard enough to make him show his teeth.

And with that, Red Hood punched Mr. Maclay hard on the face, making him hit the table, blood pouring out of his mouth.

The sobbing Mr. Maclay opened his eyes to see the blood flowing from his mouth, and his 4 golden teeth lying on the table, stained with his blood.

He sobbed, as Red Hood shoved him back onto the chair, Constantine giving the dice back to Spike.

"The gold is stained with your blood, so its not acceptable anymore", Klaus said with a smirk. "Let's put your right hand at stake next."

"NOOOOO!" Mr. Maclay hid his right hand behind his back. "Please!"

"I'll break it!" Adrian volunteered cheerfully.

Spike threw the dice, Constantine moving the piece, and then handed the dice to Mr. Maclay, who took it with his shaking left hand now, instead of his right like before.

Gulping in fear, he rolled the dice and threw, but only got a two.

Looking at Constantine, he begged. "I want to play this stake again, please! Let me!"

"As you wish mate."

Mr. Maclay put his left hand forth, taking the dice, then joined both hands. "Forgive me, please! I was wrong! I am sorry! Don't do this to-"

However, Adrian now walked forwards, Mr. Maclay trying to shift in his seat, but Adrian grabbed his right arm, then put a foot on his body, pulling and twisting.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGHH!" Mr. Maclay screamed in nothing but pure agony. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGHHH!"

SNAP!

His right arm was broken, and then Adrian let go. "Oh yeah, that was so much fun! I should do this more during torture!"

"So, right leg next?" Constantine asked, Mr. Maclay shaking his head with tears.

"No, please! NO!"

"Yep, definitely", Spike threw the dice, Constantine moved the piece, and then Mr. Maclay was forced to hold the dice in his left hand.

Like before, he threw, and again could not surpass Spike's number. Now Peacemaker came forth, grabbing the man by his right foot, throwing him down, and pulling hard, broke that as well, Mr. Maclay unable to do anything but scream and sob.

"Go on!" Peacemaker shoved him back onto the chair, as Spike played his turn once more, and Constantine moved the piece before handing the dice to Mr. Maclay.

"Left leg now."

The crying man could do nothing but play, and he threw the dice, knowing what would happen. Butcher came forth, and dragged him down by his left foot now, breaking it completely, the man's screams and sobs getting louder.

Butcher shoved him back onto the chair, as Faith said. "I know what to put at stake next." With a vindictive smirk, she took out her knife while eyeing his manhood.

"NOOOOOOOOO!" Mr. Maclay covered it in horror, only for Spike to throw the dice. Constantine moved the piece and forced the Maclay patriarch to hold the dice once more.

Shaking in pain and fear, he threw, then looked away, crying louder, Faith standing before him, the knife flashing in his eye.

She grabbed him by the throat, lifting him up slightly, then swung the knife.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGHHH!"

His manhood was gone now, lying on the floor, blood pouring out uncontrollably, while she threw him back onto the chair.

He used his left hand to grab the empty area now in a vain attempt to stop the blood from flowing, his pain unimaginable.

However, Constantine's miraculous recovery spell had a side effect. No matter how much pain or blood loss Mr. Maclay felt, he could not pass out from it.

The conman looked at Donny, whose eyes were wide in utter fear, and tears were rolling down his cheeks, but he was unable to move.

"Let's put your son at stake next. If you lose, he shall go where your daughter was."

"No…."

The feeble whisper was ignored, for Spike threw the dice again. Constantine moved the piece, then forced the patriarch to hold the dice again, leaving his bleeding nether-regions uncovered.

He rolled, and threw the hardest he had.

A two!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

A portal opened underneath Donny, hands coming out and flames spewing. Donny now screamed in utter horror, as he was dragged down into Hell, the portal closing immediately.

Mr. Maclay could do nothing but sob now, having lost everything.

"The left arm", Frank sneered. "That's the last thing…..except his life."

"Let's put both at stake together now, shall we?" Constantine shrugged.

"I love that", Spike rolled the dice and threw. Constantine moved the piece, then forced Mr. Maclay to hold the dice one last time.

By now, he knew his fate. He didn't even resist. He simply threw, and got another two.

Frank put his gun away, producing a blowtorch instead, and took it to Mr. Maclay's left arm, making him scream in utter agony as the arm was burnt beyond any recognition or semblance of use.

The crying man was thrown to the floor, Constantine's eyes glowing as a portal opened underneath him too, hands clawing out and grabbing him, the fire burning him.

And with that, Mr. Maclay was pulled into Hell, the portal closing.

Now both Mr. Maclay and Donny would suffer like Tara had. Only, they deserved it, while she was alive and happy once more.

Spike looked at all of them. "I cannot thank you enough for what you all did for me here."

"Don't mention it, pal", Peacemaker assured him, grasping his shoulder.

"Yep", Faith shrugged too.

Later

Spike returned to the Slayer Organization's base, before hearing a cough behind him. He turned to see Dawn. "Hello, nibblet."

"You did it, didn't you?"

"Did what?"

"I know you went to punish Tara's blood kin for what they did to her. I could see it on your face that day she told us."

"…..yeah", Spike confessed. "I….."

"They deserved it", Dawn assured Spike, making him tilt his head. "For what they did, they deserved it."

"Right you are, nibblet. Do the rest know?"

"They suspect it. But they are choosing to look the other way", Dawn shrugged. "So you need not worry. For Tara, even if her blood kin was still alive, she'd pretend they're dead, because they are dead to her. She just wants to move on from that part of her life."

"Can't blame her", Spike smiled. "Thank you, nibblet."

He walked off as Dawn said. "No, thank you."

And that's done. Hope you all liked the torture given to the Maclay bastards, it was well-deserved I say.

Now this is what I call poetic justice.

Due to the amount of violence in this chapter, I've upped the story's rating to M now.

Hope all enjoyed and see you all next time with another chapter.