Hello, my lovey readers. This chapter is a kind of crossover with Buffy, theVampireSlayer because I couldn't resist taking this story into an even crazier place. I apologize to all of my Spike fans for my poor rendering of his character; I tried. On with the show…
Chapter 16: In Your Dreams
Rebekah Mikaelson woke up feeling very irritable. She'd been taken by a group of men dressed in rather ridiculous looking black outfits. Did they not know that it was still daylight? And where in the world had they had the nerve to take her? Retched Niklaus; this was all his fault. Of course, eventually the government would come for him but did they have to take her, too?
"Woke up, did ya?" a voice called and Rebekah's head spun to take in a man standing in a cell across from hers. "Beginning to think you'd planned to sleep until the next apocalypse."
"Bloody hell," Rebekah cried, staring into the man's blue eyes. "How is this possible?"
"How is what possible?" the man asked, picking at already chipping black nail polish.
"You? This? This is not possible," Rebekah muttered, looking at the ceiling and then at the glass in front of her. She reached out and touched the glass before a surge of electricity surged through her body, sending her scrambling backwards.
"Gots a bit of a sting to it, don't it?" the man asked conversationally, smirking at her as he looked her over. "Missed your meeting at the Vampires of Later Day?"
Rebekah grimaced, peering down at her white suit which had patches of dirt on it. "They are going to pay for that," she muttered, glaring at a stain.
"Right, then," the man rolled his eyes. "Leave it to me to find the one woman I can't make a decent conversation with."
"You're not real. You're a bloody hallucination, so, please, tell me why I would bother having a 'decent conversation' with you?" Rebekah hissed, glaring at the fictional character from one of the only entertaining vampire dramas ever created. She should know, she and Kol had spent many a day unwinding in the break room binge-watching shows like Buffy and Tru Blood while their father terrorized their collogues.
Spike grinned back at her. "Love, I think you're not all there in the noggin if you get my meaning," he told her, pointing at his head.
Rebekah scoffed. "I'm nothing like Drusilla, if that is what you're suggesting," she snapped.
"Do you know Dru?" Spike demanded before proceeding to glare at her. "You had better not be a bloody plant brought here to best me mind. I swear if your lot did anything to Dru, I will gut you all!" he shouted, looking around his cell and then banging on the door before letting out a vicious cry of pain. "Damn it!" he cried out.
Klaus let out a moan of pain, rolling onto his back and sighing deeply. "Would you please be quiet!" he muttered, rubbing his eyelids. His head felt as if he'd been partying with Kol in the middle ages.
"What was that?" a voice snapped back. "You another plant? Seriously? How many of there are you?" the man shouted.
Rolling his eyes, Klaus forced himself onto his back before he crawled to the front of his cell. "Plant? Do I look like I need to be watered?"
"Nik?" Rebekah cried out. "Nik, is that you?"
Klaus' head snapped to the side. He could swear her voice came from next to him but not quite. "Bekah?"
"Nik, we've been captured by the bloody U. S. Government!" Rebekah shouted.
Klaus thought about that and then let out a snort of laughter. After a long moment, he fell backwards, laughing his bloody head off. He'd never heard anything so absurd in his life. What did he have to fear? Exposure? He'd bloody well compel everyone in the bloody government if he had to.
"Nik? Nik! NIKLAUS! This is not funny, Nik!" Rebekah screamed at him while Klaus continued to laugh his head off. It had been far too long since he'd laughed this hard or this long.
"Oh, Bekah, there is nothing to fear from these mere humans. Elijah, Kol and our parents will find us and this will be nothing but a joke that we might amuse ourselves with over dinner some night." Klaus continued to laugh until Rebekah snapped at him again.
"Oh, well, yes, laugh your bloody head off for all I care. If Kol were here, he'd understand why this is not amusing to me. They have probably placed a bloody chip inside your head to prevent you from biting people, Nik." Rebekah let out a snort before adding. "And mine. I can't eat out of blood bags for the rest of my days."
"What bloody chip?" the other man that Klaus had forgotten all about shouted. "Did they place a bloody chip in me noggin?"
"Bekah, you are not making sense? How hard did they hit you, sister?" Klaus called to Rebekah.
Rebekah let out a groan. "Not hard enough."
"Sister? They took your family? That's what I can't stand about this lot here. They think they're so above it all. Taking vamps and their whole bloody families and making them into plants."
"I am not a plant, Spike!" Rebekah screamed.
"Calm down, Bekah," Klaus called. When Rebekah's nerves shattered it tended to make Klaus' shatter, too. He needed to be able to think. Where in the bloody hell were they, exactly? Peering around the cell—if that was what this was—he did not see an escape route. At least there seemed to be no visible means of escape but Klaus had lived many lifetimes and knew mere mortals were not that intelligent. They tended to be habitual in their actions, making the same mistakes, time and time again.
Spike—what a ridiculous name—slammed a closed fist into the cell he was locked inside and let out a howl of pain. Klaus smirked. It would seem that vampire had not stripped away his oh-so human mistakes. Perhaps this could come in handy when Klaus and Rebekah had an opportunity to flee. They could use the younger vamp as a distraction for the humans.
"Nik?" Rebekah cried.
Klaus rolled his eyes. "Yes, Bekah, dear, what is it?" he asked with feigned patience.
"How are we getting out of this blasted place?" Rebekah moaned, sounding miserable.
Klaus sighed, placing a hand on the wall to his side, closing his eyes and imagining himself inside the cell with his sister. Rebekah moaned again. "Nik, I do not feel so…" her voice trailed off and Klaus' eyelids snapped open, his eyes narrowing.
"Bekah? Bekah! RE-be-kah!" he thundered, pounding on the wall to no avail.
"She's down for the count as the Americans say, mate," Spike informed Klaus, staring into Rebekah's cell. His dark eyebrows had risen as he cocked his head to the side. "Pity. I was beginning to fancy her."
Glaring at the useless peroxide blonde vamp, Klaus sneered. "Why don't you try being of some use?" he demanded, baring his teeth. "And tell me exactly what you know about this place."
"Not much. Woke up after some solider boys picked me up. Got a right headache. Seems like your cheeky sister knew more than I do about what's goin' on here," Spike said, patting his pockets. "That's it! Which one of you took my bloody cigarettes?"
No one answered but a group of soliders appeared. They carried a blonde woman between them. Rather, they were dragging her limp body between them. "Ah, if it isn't the boys who are making it hard to be a vamp? What ya got this time? Some poor unsuspecting lady vamp, out minding her own business when you lot nab her? Is that right?" Spike taunted the soldiers.
"Shut up, Hostile 17," one of the soldiers snapped.
"My name ain't Hostile 17, it's," Spike began in his fury when Klaus caught his eye, shaking his head at the vampire.
"Right. Hostile 17, reporting for torture," Spike gave them a mock salute before going to lean against a wall of his cell.
Klaus' attention returned to the new-comer. "Caroline?" he murmured under his breath and then he lost all self-control, flying at the invisible barrier between himself and his lover. "Caroline!" he thundered. "Caroline! Get your blasted, filthy hand off of her! Caroline!" he shouted, feeling electricity going through him and not caring as he continued to try to force himself out of the cell. "If you harm her, it will be the last thing you ever do!" he promised the soldiers.
Spike grinned as Klaus banged on the glass and a small crack formed. "That's it, mate, keeping going!" he encouraged Klaus.
One of the soldiers pulled out a walkie-talkie and began speaking into it. "Hostile 25 is beginning to crack his door. Repeat, Hostile 25 is cracking his door. Permission to neutralize threat?"
"I will neutralize you!" Klaus bellowed, feeling satisfied when the glass cracked again.
"Do you copy?" the solider cried into his little toy.
"Yes, we copy. Permission to neutralize Hostile 25 is not granted. Repeat, you do not have permission to neutralize Hostile 25. Use whatever means necessary to bring him under control but do not, under any circumstances finish it." The voice of the fool's superior shouted back.
Growling, Klaus kicked the door, sending glass flying. Stepping forward, he smiled at the men he was about to kill. His hands went around one man's throat and he ripped his head off, sending it flying across the room. The remaining solider lifted his gun and fired. Klaus grinned, slamming his hand through the man's chest and ripping his heart out; it felt warm in his hand. "Is that the best you can do?" he shouted, pulling Caroline off the floor.
"No, that's just the beginning," another voice said.
"Great. It's Solider Boy!" Spike muttered under his breath.
Klaus set Caroline back down and sped toward the boy who looked shocked at how quick Klaus was. Klaus grinned just as his hands moved to rip the boy's head off. When he felt a tiny pinch, he looked down to find that the boy had injected him with something. His knees lost their will to keep him on his feet and his eyelids refused to obey his command to stay open. "You will pay for this," he uttered, his mouth barely moving enough for him to make the words.
"Well done, Agent Finn," a blonde female in a lab coat congratulated her foolish emissary. Klaus would make her watch him kill this idiotic boy. His lids fell closed and he fell asleep.
Waking up, Caroline wondered where in the hell she was. "Ow," she groaned, rubbing her sore head. "Hello?" she called, gaining awareness of where she was and not liking the familiarity of the set-up. She'd seen this somewhere before but she couldn't remember where exactly.
"Woke up, did ya, Beautiful?" a voice called back. An oddly familiar voice but not one she heard on a daily basis. Why did he sound so familiar?
"Yeah. I did. Where are you?" Caroline called, peering around her.
"On the other side of the wall from you. We're what you might call 'cell mates,'" the voice said. He had an accent. She'd spent enough time with Klaus to recognize a Brit accent when she heard one. "You're not from around here, are you?" she called.
"No," the voice told her.
"Okay. I'm Caroline. Who are you?" Caroline asked.
"Born William. Was William the Bloody for awhile. Now, my mates, or the few people I spend my wary days with call me Spike," the voice told her.
"Oh? Oh, my God!" Caroline cried with a hint of glee. "Like Spike and Buffy? Like Spuffy? Oh, my God! I love you! You're so awesome! Oh, my God! Bon and Lena are going to be sooo jealous when they find out I got to meet you! This is so crazy! I thought you were just a TV character but if vampires exist why can't you? Seriously! This is turning out to be the best day EVER!" Caroline could not contain her enthusiasm with being locked up beside her favorite TV villain. Maybe this explained her attraction to Klaus?
"Buffy? How do you know Buffy? Are you some kind of a bleeding plant? First the git with the sister and now you? Blast my luck. It's always the pretty ones you have to be careful of," Spike grumbled to himself and Caroline heard him kick the wall and sigh.
"What git?" Caroline demanded.
"Some wanker thought he was better than me and such nonsense. Thought he was the king of merry, old England, did he? Well, Solider Boy and his lot taught him better than that, they did." Spike's tone became lighter. "He was right pissed that they had you. I would be too if I had a bird like you."
Caroline pursed her lips. "Wait! Did he say what his name was?" Caroline cried, feeling worry beginning to fill her. That would explain why Klaus hadn't shown up. Someone took him.
"Nah. Sis kept calling him Nik," Spike retorted.
"Niklaus," Caroline said, her hands moving into her hair as she began to pace the floor of the cell. "No, no, no! This can not be happening! We are not stuck in a TV show with… Oh, god!" she moaned. "Oh, God!"
"What's a matter, love?" Spike said, genuine concern creeping into his voice.
"We've got to get out of here! Now! Or we'll end up being parts of some kind of super monster!" Caroline told the other vampire.
Spike let out a snort. "And It thought I was damned near useless, looks like the mad scientist can make use of me yet," he let out a harsh chuckle.
"Shut up and let me think!" Caroline yelled.
"No wonder you're with the git; you're as bossy as he is," Spike snapped.
Caroline ignored his complaints, forcing herself to concentrate on coming up with plan to get the hell out of here. The problem was that Klaus, Stefan and Bonnie were the strategists in their group of friends. Caroline was more like Damon, act first, think later. Hell, Caroline would be happier if Damon were there. He'd just come up with some crazy, half-baked plan and they'd jump in with both feet; screw the consequences. Something dawned on Caroline while she was lost in her thoughts. "You said Rebekah was here, too?"
"Yeah. She fainted like a damsel from a bygone era and they carried her off, probably to use her bits for that monster you mentioned," Spike informed her.
Hissing in rage, Caroline looked around, into a pair of empty cells, facing her. "Was she across from us?" She really hoped the answer was no.
"Yup. She was right over in the second one to your left," Spike told her.
"Damn it," Caroline groaned, rubbing her temples. "This is so not good."
"Right," Spike sighed. "Wish I had a smoke."
Rolling her eyes, Caroline stared at the ceiling and then she had an idea. "When did they come take Rebekah?"
For moment, Spike said nothing. "Right after she passed out…" Letting out a chuckle, she heard his fingers tapping the side of the cell wall. "Well then, you might have just found us a way out of this bloody scrape."
"I think I might have," Caroline congratulated herself. She just hoped that she wasn't too late. Otherwise, who was she supposed to marry and who would be the new leading man? Mikael would kill her if she didn't save Klaus and Rebekah. After all, they needed to know if Rebekah was Mikael's biological child, too, and the show must go on.
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Answer to guest reviews:
Guest: I miss Damon and Liz' friendship. One of the only times they were kind enough to gift us with a platonic male/female relationship. Stefan can be slow of the up-take. Oh, well…
Peace,
Jessica
