CHAPTER 5 - BOY SLAYER
"Slayer!"
Stake in hand, the girl advanced towards Spike. But Spike had no intention of fighting her alone. And he wanted to see what she was made off.
"Kill her!" Spike growled.
One of the other vamps launched himself at her. The girl thrust out the stake with her left hand, penetrating the vamp's chest. With a screech, the vamp exploded in a shower of dust, destroying the stake in the process. Before the others could react, she sent a female vamp flying against the bar counter with a high kick. Then somersaulting across the room away from the vamps, the girl landed beside a pool cue which was lying on the floor.
Spike nodded in recognition of her talents. This one was good. Almost as good as Buffy.
The girl grabbed the cue from the floor and snapped it in two. One of the two remaining vamps charged towards her. The girl raised the thin half of the cue and speared the vamp on the jagged splinter, dusting the vamp and disintegrating the wood. Spike smiled to himself again. How many times had he seen Buffy do that?! Ah, memories.
Then, with the other hand the girl raised the other half of the cue and sent it hurtling like a javelin towards the female vamp who was just getting up off the floor. The wooden shaft penetrated the chest of the vamp and threw her backward, pinning her to the front of the bar. For a moment the female vamp dangled there stupidly, and then belatedly disintegrated into a cloud of dust.
Spike's smile disappeared. He couldn't remember seeing that manoeuvre before. The girl spun round to face Spike, who was now back in his human face. He clapped his hands slowly to applaud her.
"Well, slayer. You will be a challenge." Spike said. Oh, how he had missed the banter with Buffy all these years before.
But this girl was no Buffy. She sped nimbly across the room and smashed Spike hard in the head with her right fist, knocking him against the bar near to where the female vamp had just been dusted. With incredible strength she pinned Spike to the front of the bar counter with her left hand. Then with her right hand, she grabbed the remains of the still quivering pool cue which was still sticking out from the front of the bar and raised it high above her head ready to strike.
"Applaud this!" She said and thrust the sharp wood towards Spike's heart. At this moment, Spike realised that this girl was not into banter, probably because he had killed her friend. Normally, Spike would have relished a fight to the death with a slayer. But he preferred fights he knew he could win. In this case, he didn't fancy his chances. It was time to scarper.
He grabbed the girl's wrist as it swung towards him and stopped the wood just before it penetrated his heart. Then, he grabbed her other wrist with his other hand and kicked her feet away. She collapsed slightly. This was all Spike needed. He lifted her up and threw her across the width of the bar, sending her slamming into the opposite wall. Momentarily dazed, the girl slid down to the floor in a heap. Spike scrambled to his feet. But before he could take advantage of the situation, a young man with short brown hair and a leather jacket rushed into the bar.
"Max! Are you alright!" He shouted. When the young man saw Spike's vamp face, he reacted with superhuman speed. He charged forward and punched Spike hard in the chest with a blow that would have killed a human.
"Bloody hell!" exclaimed Spike as he stumbled back. This really was no joke. This guy had slayer strength too. Spike realised he had to get out of there if he wanted to survive. He could not take on two slayers at once.
Regaining his balance, Spike responded with his full 130 years vamp strength and hammered the man twice in the face with both fists as hard as he could. The blow would have easily killed a normal human outright, but in this case it only caused the man to stagger back a little dazed. However, it was enough to buy some time. Spike took full advantage of it and fled from the bar into the night as fast as he could go. He stopped running after a short time when he realised his adversaries were not going to pursue him.
A few minutes later he watched from the edge of a deserted lane as the girl and the young man helped the black girl away from the bar. He wondered to himself if the girl was a slayer. She had killed four vamps in less than a minute. Almost too efficient. And the boy surely couldn't be a slayer. Unless nancy boys could become slayers. Perhaps the boy was the Angel of slayers. Spike pondered that a moment and smirked at his own wit.
Spike looked on as they walked swiftly into the distance.
"Do not get too comfortable, my friends." Spike said to himself as he lit a cigarette looking on. "A new darkness is rising. For betrayal is my ally, and your love for your friend will be your downfall." He coolly took a drag from his cigarette.
"And don't worry, my pet." He continued referring to Cindy. "I promise I will come to get you. I never break a promise to a lady."
Suddenly, from behind him, Spike heard the sound of boots running on gravel and the click of automatic rifles being readied. He turned round just as the soldiers opened fire.
Spike danced like a string puppet as several dozen bullets struck his body in the space of a few seconds. When the firing stopped he collapsed to the ground in agony, incredulous that this had happened a second time. For a moment he was motionless. Bullets could not kill a vampire, but several hundred could momentarily immobilize one. Then as he tried to rise himself up, two soldiers rushed forward and struck him with electrically charged batons, stunning him.
As Spike lay there helpless and paralysed, the soldiers bound his hands and feet.
"He's still alive. No man could have survived that." He heard one soldier say. "He must be one of those mutants"
Then, as he lay there helpless, he saw a man in an overcoat approach the soldiers and show them an identity card.
"I'm agent White. I'll take it from here."
Spike groaned in desperation. A slayer in a Mystic Void. And a boy slayer?! That couldn't be right, surely?
And now captured by a government agency. To Spike, oh so familiar. And an experience that he did not relish repeating at all.