Author's note: There is some dark humour and sexual references in this chapter. The whacky nature of some off the humour in this chapter is a one-off and will not be repeated in the rest of the story.
The Dark Angel characters will start to make an appearance from the next chapter.
CHAPTER 3 - VAMPIRE RISING
"Where the hell is she?" Spike asked himself whispering.
He was standing in a hospital corridor beside the door of the female locker room. He expected Davis to rise up tonight and Spike wanted to make sure that he didn't leave too much of a trail as newly raise vamps often could. That meant rescuing him, or staking him. If Davis was captured and interrogated, he might well spill the beans. New vamps had a nasty habit of boasting about their new vampiric powers. It was far too soon for that.
He was really getting impatient now.
At first he didn't mind waiting. Being in a hospital reminded him of the time he had helped Buffy save Dawn from Glory. He smiled at the thought of those good times. Buffy and he had fought together. But he also remembered that Glory had definitively whipped his ass. Both their asses. At least Willow had saved them by using her magic to teleport Glory away. At the thought of Willow, a pearl of sweat rolled from Spike's forehead onto nose. That was not natural. Vampires don't normally sweat. Unless of course, it is from sheer terror.
He couldn't wait any longer. He looked around to ensure nobody was looking, before quickly opening the door of the locker room and entering.
He closed the door behind him. The lights were full on. "Lucy! Where are you?" He whispered.
From behind the lockers he could hear a vivid sucking sound. He moved swiftly among the rows of lockers and soon found Lucy sitting on the floor draining the blood from the neck of a young female nurse lying face up in front of her. Beside them, another older and fatter nurse lay face down.
"Oh, for Christ sake!" Swore Spike.
Lucy looked up gleefully. "Hi Spike. I kept that one for you. She is still fresh." She hissed gaily nodding toward the other nurse.
Spike could not stop the anger well up inside him. "You stupid cow. I told you we would not be hunting tonight. You were supposed to steal a uniform and come right out. Not leave a trail of bleedin' corpses strewn around. That's why we ate before coming here."
"I was still hungry, Spike. And this one looked so fresh and young." She licked her lips. "I can feel her youth pulsing through my veins."
Spike could not help himself from kicking one of the lockers smashing in the door with a loud crash. "Utter bollocks." He almost shouted.
Lucy looked from side to side. "Calm down, Spike. You might attract attention." She hissed again.
"I don't believe it." Spike raise his hand and dropped them again as he turned away in despair. Up until now Lucy had been very useful. She had lured some young men and women into their lair. Spike had sired some of the suitable ones and he expected them to rise in the next couple of nights. However, Lucy was also very stupid. That had its advantages. But in this case it was proving to be very dangerous.
"Me attract attention." He whispered harshly. "Did you not think two dead nurses might attract a little bit of attention."
Lucy pondered this a moment. She pointed to the fat one.
"That one is not dead." Then looking down at the young one. "And I sired this one. She will rise and join the armies of the walking dead to feast on the living blood of humanity. She will join us in our crusade to bring chaos to the world."
Spike raised his eyes in disdain.
"Yeah, Yeah." He really wondered where newly raised vamps came up with this bollocks. He'd had enough of this.
"Two things." Spike marched over to the fat nurse and grabbing her head, swiftly broke her neck. "One. She is dead."
Lucy grinned gleefully, still in her vampire face.
"That was very wicked, Spike. You didn't even feed off her."
Then Spike grabbed Lucy and pulled her up.
"And secondly, you cannot sire. Only I can."
Lucy looked down at the dead nurse.
"Why only you?" She hissed.
"Because I'm bleedin'magic." He said.
"But that's not fair. I want to sire too." She whined.
Spike slammed her backwards against one of the lockers.
"Look." He whispered harshly. "When you have killed two slayers, fought a Hell God, had a chip put in your head by a government agency, been imprisoned in a fantasy world by a psycho lesbo witch, and had to put up with the company of a smart arse nancy-boy called Angelus for three decades, then maybe, just maybe, you can think about siring."
Lucy looked at him mouth open, a doubtful expression on her gormless vamp face.
"And I fought Buffy Summers and survived". He added.
She thought a little and nodded. That had convinced her.
"OK, Spike. We'll do it your way." He didn't know why, but that worked every time. Even though new vamps had never heard of Buffy Summers before, they all seemed to know who she was. And how good she was.
"OK. Now put your pretty face on again." He said. Lucy changed into her sweet pretty face and beamed up at him again. "Now be a good girl and go and stuff these corpses into the lockers."
Now to try to sneak into the morgue undetected. Lucy put on one of the nurse's uniforms. They entered a nearby store room and stole a trolley. Spike lay face up on the trolley and Lucy covered him completely with a white sheet so he would look like a corpse.
Gaily, Lucy pushed the trolley along the corridors. She passed a few orderlies and nurses, but none appeared to pay her much attention. As Lucy pushed along, she noticed that the top of Spike's blond head protruded from the front of the trolley. With great amusement she crashed Spike's head against one of the swing doors as violently as she could. Finding this to be great fun, she pushed on enthusiastically to the next door.
Spike became increasingly angrier as the top of his head battered against each door they came to. At first, he thought it was unintentional. But when Lucy started to reverse the trolley before each door so she could crash his head with even greater force against it, he realised that she was taking the piss.
"Will you be more careful, you stupid trollop." Whispered Spike after a particularly nasty collision.
Lucy giggled. "Ssssh. Spike. People might hear you" She hissed in response. She giggled again as she looked around at the empty corridor.
It was almost with regret that Lucy finally approached the morgue door. But she decided she would have one final fling. She reversed the trolley back as far as she could and then charged it with all her force against the morgue swing doors, almost smashing them off their hinges. Then she let the trolley go and it careered into the room, slamming against a table and catapulting Spike head first into the far wall. Spikes head smacked violently against the plastering before he fell onto the floor in a sorry mangled heap.
Furious and with a major head ache, Spike sprung up still tangled in the sheet. He managed to untangle himself and flung the sheet on the ground. Then drawing his wooden stake, he strode over to the giggling Lucy and grabbed her, pinning her against the wall. She giggled again. He raised the stake and plunged it into her chest, just missing the heart. She shrieked in pain. Spike withdrew the stake and she smiled sweetly up at him again.
"If you do anything like that again, I will rip your heart out next time. Do you understand?" Spike said threateningly.
Lucy giggled again. "Oh, Spike. You're so funny."
Spike really was tempted to stake Lucy. But he needed her, at least for the moment. That was the problem with vampire companions. They were so damn selfish and malicious. In fact, he didn't expect her to survive too long anyway. Of all the vampire companions he'd had in the last few years, none had survived for longer than six months. Most had been killed by Willow or the other Scoobies each time they managed to track him down, as they always did. Many of them had unwittingly sacrificed themselves to allow Spike to escape. However, he had also dusted a few with his own hands when they got too cocky. He was beginning to have the sneaky suspicion that Lucy was not the dumb blond he originally thought she was.
He looked around. Despite the bedlam, nobody seemed to have noticed and the area around the morgue was empty and dark. Spike released her from the wall.
"OK. Go and check the for PC plod." Said Spike. "And no more mucking about, for Christ's sake."
She stood a moment, indecisive.
"Oh, you mean the cop." She said and went to the large metal cabinets containing the storage units. "Why do we need a cop, anyway?" She asked.
Because they do what they're bloody well told." He snarled. In fact, it was because they had local knowledge and often have access to some useful areas of the town. "Now get moving." He shoved Lucy towards the cabinets.
They pulled out the units and inspected the refrigerated naked corpses. Most were victims of stabbings, gunshot wounds and motor accidents. Spike smiled as he found the corpse of Sergeant Higgins and officer Jennings and paused grinning to admire his handy work.
At the other end of the cabinets, Lucy was frowning at the contents of one of the storage units. Inside was a humanoid shaped body with claws on its hands and feet, and brown scaly skin. The head seemed to have neither a mouth, nose nor ears. Instead, it had small wholes in parts of the head that Lucy concluded would serve these functions. The Eyes on the other hand were covered by a thick scaly membrane.
"Spike. Come and see this. This isn't human. It must be a demon" Said Lucy, concerned.
"There are no demons here, love. This is a mystic void. And we are too far from a Hell Mouth." Answered Spike patronisingly as he continued to look in the other storage units.
"But Spike. Its skin is all scaly." She replied.
Spike was sure it was probably a mummified corps from a fire accident.
"Just keep looking. We've no time for fairy tales." He said, making no attempt to hide the contempt in his voice.
Lucy was about respond, when they heard a banging noise from one of the storage units. That must be Davis. They rushed over to the unit and pulled it out. Davis smiled up at them, frozen and naked.
Davis climbed off the tray and stretched his arms wide, a huge rock hard erection swinging from side to side in front of him. Then he put his hands on his hips and thrust his pelvis out. Both Lucy and Spike stared in shock at his erect organ as it swung there. It was uncommonly large.
"Blimey!" Said Spike. At first he couldn't take his eyes of it, but then he averted his gaze, not want to give the impression that he was gay or something.
"Whoar!" Said Lucy, who bent down to get a closer look. "Is that real?" She stretched out a finger towards it.
"I have risen at last." Said Davis, his vamp face glowing in the darkness. "The humans. I can hear the beating of their hearts and smell their blood rushing through their veins."
Spike and Lucy looked at each other and then around the room. This, of course, was utter bollocks. There was no human in sight. Newly raised vamps were always delusional about such things.
"Bring me my first victims. I shall rip out their hearts and suck the blood from their very souls. And the world will end in…."
"Yeah, right, OK Beelzebub." Said Spike interrupting him. "Now get on the soddin' trolley and put the sheet over your body." Spike knew that new vamps could not change their faces to human form until they had fed on their first victim. But first, they had to get out the hospital without further incident.
"But my victims…" Said Davis.
"Look. Just get on the bloody trolley. Otherwise the only victim here will be you." Snapped Spike impatiently.
Davis looked at him a moment a bit disconcerted. Then he shrugged his shoulders and walked past the cabinets towards the trolley. To Spike's annoyance, each time Davis passed a corpse in an open storage units, he made some dramatic sinister movements with his fingers and laughed "Ha, ha!" Then he reached the storage unit containing the corpse with the scaly body and stopped suddenly.
"Euch. What is that?" He asked, shocked.
Spike stormed over and slammed the storage unit shut without looking at the contents.
"Look mate. Will you just get on the damn trolley. We've wasted enough time already." Said Spike in irritation. "And put that thing away." He added pointing to Davis' enormous swinging organ. "Or I'll get Lucy to bite it off."
Davis looked horrified. Lucy looked absolutely thrilled on the other hand.
"Can I Spike? Can I, please?" She hissed eagerly, changing into her vamp face and snapping her teeth together.
Spike sighed in despair. "You get on the damn trolley." He snapped, picking up the sheet and throwing it at Davis.
"And you stop being a pain in the arse." Spike said pointing to the grinning Lucy. "And get your other face on. You can't walk about a hospital like that. You look like a bull dog chewing a wasp."
He went to a white doctor's cloak hanging by the door and put it on.
"That's a good idea, Spike." Said Lucy. "Why didn't you think of that when we stole the trolley. There were lots of cloaks in the store room."
That was an intelligent question, which naturally did not make Spike look very intelligent.
"Because, you blond twit, I wanted to ensure the trolley was stable enough." It was the best he could think of. To his surprise, Lucy nodded.
"Good point, Spike." Maybe she was stupid after all.
A few minutes later, they were finally on their way. Davis lay naked face up on the trolley underneath a white sheet, while Spike and Lucy pushed him through the hospital corridors. Spike noticed that they seemed to be attracting a lot of attention on the way out. Probably because Davis' massive erection pointing up from beneath the sheet made it look like they were pushing a large tent rather than a trolley. It also didn't help that Lucy kept giggling and sniggering at it uncontrollably as they pushed the trolley along the corridors. The nurses, doctors and other hospital staff who they passed looked at them with increasing suspicion.
Just as they were nearing reception, an alarm went off. A nurse at reception was speaking to two security guard at the reception and pointed at Spike and his companions.
"Looks like we've been rumbled." Said Spike. "Let's get out of here."
There were screams from the people around as Davis leapt from the trolley, naked and still in his vamp face. All three rushed towards the exit.
Two security guards shouted to them and ran to block their exit, drawing their revolvers. Spike punched one of them sending him crashing through the glass entrance door. Lucy grabbed the other guard and threw him with both hands, sending him slamming against a nearby wall. Then with people shouting and screaming in panic, all three vamps fled outside into the night.
Despite the excitement of the escape, they all managed to reach Spike's lair without being detected or stopped. The operation hadn't gone totally smoothly, but at least they had managed to free Davis without anyone being dusted or captured.
When they finally arrived, Spike slapped Davis on the back.
"Now you can have your victim." Said Spike pointing to a young woman who was lying bound and gagged in the corner of the room. The girl looked up in terror as Davis approached her, bearing his fangs with evil anticipation.