Golden One Chapter 2
Yes, this is only about the vamp crew and them meeting spike. A little bit of history behind everyone. I couldn't write the story for the Sunnydale crew yet because the stories haven't connected yet. Spike + everyone else needs to be in sunny-d before the story can really take off. And right now I can barely keep my eyes open. Night!
Somewhere in Detroit
"Danny, give me another" Spike spoke drunkenly, waving his arms sloppily and signalling the demon bartender to give him another drink.
The bartender, Danny, extracted himself from the crowd of people he was currently taking obnoxious orders from and walked over to the corner of the bar where Spike was sitting. Not bothering himself to grab a glass he just passed Spike the whole bottle of whiskey. "I'll put it on your tab"
Spike watched uncaringly as Danny rushed back to the mob of demons, vampires and people demanding alcohol. Sighing, Spike trudged away from the bar looking for something to do. Surveying the raucous bar Spike gathered several options. 1) Pick up some random chit 2) Scam some poor creature out of its money 3) Start a bar fight or 4) Continue sitting dejectedly until he drank himself unconscious.
Since Spike really wasn't in the mood to listen to some bird ramble about her girlfriends or exes, or really do any thinking/talking at all, he stumbled back to his empty bar seat, plopping down and assuming the same position as he had previously; Arm holding whiskey bottle on table, other arm supporting head. A couple of hours later, and after almost drinking out the entire bar, the handsome vampire signalled the bar tender and chucked a wad of cash on the bar.
He staggered out of the dingy bar and flopped into his old Desoto, attempting to shove the keys in the ignition several times before finally succeeding. The engine roared to life and the car lurched forward as the Spike slammed his foot onto the accelerator. Swerving across the road the whole way, Spike finally made it to his tiny apartment room.
Slamming the door shut, the vampire chucked his keys somewhere near the single table in his tiny home. He slowly shed his clothes as he gradually fell asleep while walking towards his bed in the corner of the room. Left in just his boxers, Spike was about to slide into his bed and sleep out the day when he noticed 4 figures lurking in his room. He leapt to his feet quickly, suddenly surprisingly sober. He grabbed his jeans and shoved them on. After letting his eyes clear up for a second, Spike looked into the corner of the room where he previously saw the figures. He came face to face with three beautiful and slightly scary women and one threatening man. It took him a second to realise that they were vampires, he could feel it, well that and there were no heartbeats.
One had shoulder length, croppy blonde hair, which he didn't exactly fancy. She was wearing a plaid red skirt and a black button up blouse. Her legs, surrounded in tights, were a liquorice colour and she was wearing very shiny black heels.
The black haired lady was shying into the large mans chest, she looked somewhat pathetic. She was wearing a fashion nightmare road crash, a horrible, overly tacky, lacy old fashioned dress and a tiny plastic crown in her hair. She had potential to be extremely pretty.
His eyes trailed to the man next to the peculiar looking chit. He was tall and impossibly wide. He seemed like a brick wall. He would be handsome, and Spike would definitely go for him...if he was gay, which he wasn't. He had dark brown hair that seemed to defy gravity, sticking straight up and chocolatey brown eyes that were small and squinty.
Spike's eyes slipped towards the final woman on the far left. She was leaning against the wall and looking all-knowingly at Spike himself and the other vampires in the room with him. She was wearing a blood red peasant top, her golden hair bouncing around her bare shoulders. She was pale white, which contrasted will with the top and the black denim-mini skirt encasing her lengthy legs. Her feet were covered in tiny black heels with a cute red bow at the toe. Definitely shag able.
"William the bloody?" The tall man spoke, but it sounded as though her already knew who Spike was.
"S'pose it depends who's asking."
This time the gorgeous blonde woman spoke. "William, would you like to be called William? We want to help you bag another slayer. We hear it's your thing. We have info about it and we'll help you too. Not that you need any help" she quickly added.
"Mm, y'right, and what d' you get out o' it, hm?" Spike asked highly suspiciously. Why would these vampires, who seemed extremely powerful, want to help him? Seemingly getting nothing in return.
"The entire demon world will benefit from the loss of a slayer, as it will take some time for a new one who has been called to be found and prepared and sent to the hellmouth. We simply want the hell mouth free so we can have a bit of fun." The same blonde spoke again, confident in her argument.
Spike's suspicions were sated. For now.
"So, shall I pack my things?"
"Yes, go now, pack as little as you can. We don't want to have to lag your crap halfway across the country." The less attractive blonde spoke in her peculiar voice. The permanent scowl on her face deepened as she pictures the bleach blond vampire gallivanting off while they were stuck with his crap. Spike hurried to his cupboard. He grabbed his suitcase, which was actually a guitar case, and swiped the entire contents of his cupboard inside. He easily shut the lid and clicked the locks. Sweeping up the case, he strode towards the quartet of vampires ho had recently appeared in his room. He lifted his case towards the group, waiting for someone to grab it and carry it down, like a polite person would. The tall male vampire just turned towards the door, the weird little vampire crooning at his side. The less attractive blonde vampire just raised one eyebrow and spun on her heel out of the room.
"Carry it yourself, idiot." The pretty blond one spoke with force, then waited for him to started following her.
"Ok, William. Introductions. The man's name is Angelus. He's not so nice. The dark haired girl is Drusilla, or Dru, she's rather insane. The blonde one is Darla, she's...well she's never around much, so no need to worry about her. My name is Elizabeth." Spike nodded to show he was still listening. Elizabeth took a deep, unneeded breath and continued " You may call me Buffy, though nobody does. I sired Darla. Took her in when she was a little girl, I raised her as my own and then changed her. She's sort of stuck in a permanent teenage phase. She ignores you, doesn't really care about anything and is willing to please someone whom she wants to. She changed Angelus. She took him as her human lover and then changed him. She wanted company, a mate, but as soon as Angelus was changed he didn't really want her anymore. Angelus changed Drusilla. She was his obsession. He stalked her and terrorized her, told her lies. It was rather entertaining. He cut down everything else in her life so that he was her life. Then he turned her, well he tortured her first, then turned her. Drusilla still, well it's not love, I don't think. But it's like he's her life, still. So, that's why she's all with grabby touchy. She's...insecure, I suppose you could say."
Many would find that boring, but Spike listened intently throughout the whole thing. He found stories of how vampires were sired amazingly interesting, given the peculiarity of his own.
Elizabeth and Spike had stopped walking half way down the stairs. Now that Elizabeth's story was over, they both started walking with synchronicity down to Elizabeth's car.
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