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Part 2: Bloodlust
Buffy sat in the passenger's seat of her mother's car, staring out the window
through the sunglasses that covered her eyes. She swallowed a yawn. She had
actually had quite a bit of sleep because of her long nap at Angel's, but
try telling that to her body. As far as it was concerned, she had only given
it three hours of rest. Her hands rested idly in her lap, playing a little
with the fabric of her short black skirt.
"Buffy?!" her mother said again, trying to get her daughter's attention.
"Huh?" Buffy answered, pulling herself into the conversation with a physical
jerk.
"You were out pretty late last night," her mother said blandly.
"Yeah, I was at Willow's," Buffy answered, mentally chalking up another lie
to her mother. *If I had a dollar for every time I lied to her...* she
thought.
"Did you really need to stay over so late if you were just studying?" Joyce
Summers asked her daughter a little suspiciously.
"Well, finals are coming up in about a week and a half," Buffy said. She
realized with an internal groan that she hadn't even begun to think about
finals. Her mother seemed to accept the excuse though, which was good. *What
am I going to do if my mom ever gets a clue?* Buffy wondered briefly. She
dismissed the thought. *We'll just have to drive off that bridge when we
come to it.*
"Well, don't study too hard," her mother told her. "I mean...do study. You
need to do well. But don't kill yourself with staying up late every night.
Oh, you know what I mean." Buffy smiled wryly at her mother's struggle to
express herself.
"I know," she said simply. "Bye." The Slayer climbed out of the car, throwing
a wave back at her mother as she headed for the school. Time to go talk to
Giles about this Spike guy. Time to go find out what threat she was going
to be facing next. Time to go be the Chosen One. Buffy Summers shook her
hair out of her eyes and marched toward her destiny.
* * * * * * *
"Giles?" she called, as she pushed the library doors open. She noticed Willow
and Xander were already in attendance, sitting next to each other at the
table in the center of the room. "Hey, guys," she greeted them.
"Hey, Buff," Xander said with a grin. "What's the up?"
"Well, if Giles would get his lazy butt out here," she called loudly, "I
could tell you about the latest weird occurrence in the freaky world of
Sunnydale." Giles emerged from his office, looking rather rumpled...even
for Giles.
"It seems fairly obvious that I warrant no respect whatsoever," he
grumbled.
"Aww...come on, G-man," Xander began. He noticed the look in the Watcher's
eye and turned to Willow for support. She glared at him, obviously thinking
he should give the librarian a break. Xander looked into those green eyes
and decided to change his tactic. "Me shutting up now." The Watcher turned
to his Slayer, who was not as easily subdued.
"Did you sleep in the library again?" she asked. "How many times do we have
to explain the purpose of your house, and your bed, and going there at night?"
Giles raked his fingers through his hair with a sigh.
"I do this for your benefit," he reminded Buffy. "Perhaps you should try
to remember that."
"All right..." she said, relenting. "No more jokes. What were you researching
that required you to stay up all night?"
"I was attempting to...to find something on this ra-rather rare condition
of yours," Giles explained.
"You mean the fact that she sometimes doesn't have a reflection now?" Willow
asked.
"Precisely," Giles agreed with a nod. "I've come up with a theory. It is
just a-a theory mind you, because there really is no precedent for this
particular condition." As he spoke, Giles removed his glasses and began to
clean them. The teenagers exchanged a glance; they knew the librarian was
now entering full lecture mode. "The exchange of blood is the method by which
the demon enters a person...making them a vampire. The fact that you never
participated in a full transfer is what makes your condition temporary, Buffy."
Buffy battled the urge to roll her eyes.
"I know this part, Giles," she said impatiently. "You have a tendency to
state the obvious. Skip to the important parts."
"Right," Giles answered. "The vampire characteristics you've been exhibiting
will, in fact, fade. But they will get stronger before they depart."
"Well that's new," Xander interjected. "You'd think they would get weaker
and then lose their tenuous grasp and fall into the abyss of nothingness..."
he trailed off. "Hey...points for the imagery?"
"As you so...colorfully put it, something like a virus would normally fade
until it disappeared." Giles turned to Buffy, attempting to stress the importance
of his words. "This is different. It involves a demon with some consciousness.
As it feels itself being forced out...it will fight. Be prepared, Buffy.
You must not let these things distract you."
"Yeah, yeah," Buffy replied. "Ever confident in my abilities."
"That has nothing to do with..." Giles began.
"Moving on," Buffy interrupted. "Some of us have class in a few seconds.
There's a new vamp in town. Spike. There seems to be some sort of struggle
between him and the Annoying One." The bell rang shrilly, interrupting her.
"I'll explain more later. Look up this Spike guy, Giles."
In a few seconds the Slayer and Slayerettes were gone, leaving Giles alone
in the library. He sighed as he trudged towards the stacks. *It would be
nice to get a little recognition for the long hours of research I put in
once in a while.* he thought. *Instead I get 'skip to the important parts,
Giles.' Ahhh well, perhaps I do have a tendency to overstate,* he conceded.
*Now, to discover the truth about...Spike? Rather a strange name.*
* * * * * * *
Buffy walked beside Willow on her way to class. Xander had darted off, attempting
to be on time to his Geometry class for once.
"So, your date with Xander?" Buffy asked.
"Wonderful," Willow sighed. "Well, except for the part where we almost got
run-over."
"What?!" Buffy questioned worriedly.
"No it's okay, I'm fine. I'll tell you during our free period," Willow promised.
"And what about you? Did everything with you and Angel go ahh...according
to plan?"
"Oh, Will," Buffy breathed happily. "Have I ever mentioned how amazing Angel
is?"
"At least three times a day, everyday" said Willow with a grin. "I want details,"
she called as she headed towards her computer class.
"We'll talk," Buffy called back, entering her math classroom. She wondered
briefly what it would be like if she didn't have Willow to confide in or
Xander to make her laugh. She felt a quick rush of gratitude for her friends.
They made her feel almost like she was a normal girl. She decided she didn't
even want to imagine research sessions without Xander's constant jokes...or
dating without Willow's ever present support.
Realizing that her teacher was starting a review for the final, Buffy focused
her attention on the blackboard as equations and formulas began to cover
it like a fungus. The hour crawled by, and by the time the bell released
them, Buffy thought she was going to gouge her own eyes out just to alleviate
the boredom. *Not a good plan,* she admitted to herself as she headed towards
science class. Willow was already there, practically bouncing in her seat.
Buffy grinned at her on her way over to drop her books by her lab stool.
"I could barely sit through computer," Willow confided, when her friend came
over to visit her at her lab table.
"Math was a total drag," Buffy told her with a sigh.
"So tell me what happened," Willow demanded, grabbing the blonde girl's hand
excitedly.
"In math?" Buffy joked with a grin. "There were equations...and that about
sums up the entire hour."
"Not in math," Willow said, rolling her eyes. "Yesterday...with Angel...and
the..."
"The picnic," Buffy interrupted. Willow shook her head no and was given a
warning look by the Slayer. "It was nice. I make a good sandwich."
"How come you never make sandwiches for me?" Xander pouted. "I like sandwiches.
Almost as much as I like ho hos...mmm...what about both sandwiches and ho
hos..." Willow looked over her shoulder to see that her lab partner, Xander,
had arrived. Understanding replaced confusion as she finally grasped the
motive behind Buffy's bland talk of sandwiches.
Buffy didn't want Xander knowing she had slept with Angel, and Willow couldn't
help but agree with her friend. Even though she was now dating Xander, Willow
knew he had had a crush on the Slayer since the moment she had arrived at
Sunnydale High. Add that to his tendency to get jealous, and they had a
potentially explosive situation.
Willow winced, remembering the fight between Buffy and Xander in the library
a few days ago. It had blown over quickly, neither of them meaning the harsh
things they had screamed. Xander had been acting like a jerk, totally upset
at the thought of Buffy and Angel together; and that had been BEFORE Buffy
and Angel had actually had sex. Willow tuned Xander back in, breaking herself
out of her reverie.
"So how long is it until lunch?" he was asking, as he finished up a quality
ramble on sandwiches and ho hos.
"We still have a couple hours," Willow told him. He clutched his stomach
dramatically with one hand and placed his other hand over his eyes.
"I don't know if I can make it," he gasped out, collapsing onto the table.
Buffy looked at Willow, and the two of them broke into giggles. Still laughing,
Buffy returned to her own lab table. Behind her laughter, she hid a little
bit of worry. She knew she wouldn't be able to keep Xander in the dark for
long. She already felt guilty about hiding things from him, but he tended
to freak out when it came to Angel; and she didn't think she could deal with
a wiggy Xander on top of everything else that was going on.
An hour later, the threesome left the classroom.
"Have I ever mentioned how boring that class is?" Xander asked.
"Boring?" Willow said in overdone shock. "You mean the ins and outs of cell
structure don't intrigue and amaze you?!"
"You're right," Xander agreed. "Something must be wrong with me. I would
say it's genetic, but I wasn't paying attention when we learned about that
stuff."
"As far as I know...genes are all about choosing whether to wear Levi's or
Lee," Buffy quipped with a grin.
"Ahh...but what about Gap genes?" Xander asked philosophically. "Throw that
into the mix and it's a mass of confusion." Willow just grinned, shaking
her head at her science impaired friends.
They had almost reached the library when Principal Snyder's nasal voice reached
their ears.
"Summers," he barked. Buffy rolled her eyes at her friends before turning
to face the oncoming principal.
"Yes, sir?" she asked in her best *I'm a good little soldier* voice.
"Have you seen the signs up all over school advertising the blood drive?"
Buffy had a feeling the seemingly innocent question would end up having a
twist she wouldn't like.
"Yes?" she answered, unsure if she had picked the right answer.
"Then why aren't you over in the auditorium giving blood?" he asked.
"Um...because I have a rare condition that makes my blood unusable for other
people," Buffy answered quickly, hoping Snyder would accept her excuse. No
such luck.
"Right," Snyder sneered. "And I'm a Ferengi. You have a free period. You're
going to the auditorium, and you're giving blood." His voice was commanding,
leaving no room for argument. Buffy opened her mouth to protest, and he quickly
continued, effectively cutting her off. "Otherwise I have a feeling there
will be one less student going to this school." He turned his gaze on her
companions, seeming to notice Xander and Willow for the first time. "You
two go as well," he ordered.
Willow's look of sympathy for Buffy quickly became a look of horror as the
thought of needles turned her face pale. Xander grabbed her hand, squeezing
it reassuringly. He tried to come up with an excuse that would get her out
of it, but Snyder wasn't accepting excuses. He left them standing in the
hall without another word.
"He won't know if we actually do it will he?" Xander asked doubtfully.
"He'll look over the sign-up sheets," Buffy said glumly. "He'd use any excuse
to bust me. I'm sorry guys; he only picks on you because you're with me.
And what the heck is a Ferengi?"
"It's a Star Trek thing, Buff," Xander explained. "Big ears and all that...hmmm."
He broke off that line of thought, amusing as it was, and got to the point.
"And you're wrong about why he picks on us," the Trekkie protested. "I think
he genuinely dislikes us on our own." He frowned thoughtfully. "Anywhere
but Sunnydale we under seventeen year olds wouldn't have to worry about this."
"Anywhere but Sunnydale the hospitals wouldn't be having a critical blood
shortage due to vampires stealing blood bags and draining people all over
town," Buffy countered.
"Life on the Hellmouth," Xander sighed. "Gotta loathe it."
"Let's get this over with," Willow said through clenched teeth.
"Yeah," Xander agreed firmly. 'It should only take a couple of minutes."
"Right," Buffy consented, trying to silence the alarm bells going off in
her head. That close to that much blood. After last night she had a feeling
she should avoid blood as much as possible. With a silent curse at the sadistic
little troll, she followed her two best friends toward the auditorium.
When they reached the auditorium, Willow surveyed the line of students that
stretched down from the stairs of the stage where the Red Cross had set up
its equipment.
"Snyder must be doing his usual forced volunteers shtick," Xander commented.
"Anyone want to explain the concept of volunteering to him?" He looked at
the two girls, his eyes settling on Buffy. "He already hates you the most
Buffy, so I think you should do it."
"Oh gee thanks, Xander," Buffy said sarcastically.
"What can I say...you are the Chosen One," Xander said with a grin. Buffy
groaned, and the three of them went to join the line. Despite its length
the line moved quickly, and soon the trio stood at the foot of the stairs,
just minutes away from taking their turn at blood donation.
Willow stared in near panic at the rows of cots, and their trays of needles,
tubes and bloodbags. *Deep breaths,* she told herself, sucking in a lungful
of air. *It's just a needle. It'll be over in a few minutes. It's just a
needle. Oh God!* Xander looked at his girlfriend worriedly. She was even
paler than usual, and her eyes were wide with fear.
"It'll be okay," he whispered into her ear, before turning her to face him.
She stared up into his eyes as if they could keep the fear away. He held
her hands tightly, massaging them with his thumbs. She felt a measure of
calm enter her, and let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding
with an audible hiss.
Buffy stood to the side, unaware of her two best friends, unaware of everything
but the pounding of her own pulse against her brain. She could smell the
blood, feel it. She stared out into the seats of the auditorium, then to
the windows, then to the hard wood floor of the stage, anywhere but the blood
that was flowing into little plastic bags. Despite her best efforts, her
eyes were inexorably drawn to the crimson liquid as it coursed through the
tubes. She licked her lips nervously as the desire to taste it pervaded her
entire being. The room felt smaller suddenly, the heat of the warm bodies
around her radiating through her like a shock. She let out a shaky breath,
feeling her consciousness be consumed by the heartbeats of the students clustered
around her. The beating of their hearts, the flow of the blood through their
veins, it was all that filled her world.
Her sight swam before her, the room spinning crazily. She closed her eyes
tightly against the motion as nausea filled her. She knew she was shaking,
trembling with the need she felt. A need to taste the blood in her mouth,
to feel the liquid rush into her mouth and down her throat. When she opened
her eyes she realized that she was kneeling on her hands and knees. She could
hear voices, calling her, screaming her name, asking her if she was okay;
but it was all so distant. The shouts were drowned out by the dull roaring
in her ears, the pounding of the blood against her own veins, the pounding
of the hearts of the people that surrounded her.
One rational thought entered her mind, and she clung to it with all her strength.
*Get out of here!* She rose to her feet, staggering down the stairs and leaving
the auditorium at a run. *My face!* her mind screamed. *If it changes and
someone sees me...Get out!* She ran faster, tearing through the hallway until
she reached a bathroom. She staggered into one of the stalls and entered
it, locking the door behind her. In the relative privacy of the bathroom
she huddled against herself, fighting the desire that wracked her body.
Tears leaked out of her eyes as the physical ache, the need for blood, pulled
at her. It tore at her, slashing and burning through her. She held herself
tighter, trying to stop the tremors that still shook through her. Slowly,
maddeningly slowly, the pain faded. Buffy wiped at her face, attempting to
regain some of her composure. As she gained control of herself, she realized
that there was a voice outside the stall calling her name...Willow's voice.
Brushing her hand through her hair and wiping the last of her tears away,
Buffy opened the door. Willow looked at the disheveled Slayer and quickly
moved to enfold her friend in a hug. The act of tenderness caused fresh tears
to fall from Buffy's eyes as she clung desperately to her friend. Willow
made calming sounds, muttering that everything would be all right and eventually
Buffy quieted.
"I'm okay," she said, disengaging herself from the hug. Willow looked at
her doubtfully, and Buffy hurried to reassure her. "Really."
"What happened?" Willow asked. "You fell to the floor, and then you ran out
of there. We were so worried." Buffy sighed, not wanting to explain and not
really sure how to.
"I don't really understand it, Will," she said softly. "It's this
bloodlust...like a vamp's bloodlust." She turned her reddened eyes to her
friend. "It's so strong. I...I don't know how to fight it." Willow's face
twisted sympathetically, and she grabbed Buffy's hand, pulling her to her
feet.
"You'll get through this," she assured the Slayer. "We'll get through it
together." She led Buffy over to the sink and had her splash some cool water
on her face, then the red-headed hacker dragged her to the library. *Hopefully,
Giles will have some answers,* she thought.
* * * * * *
Willow looked at Buffy through the window of Giles' office. She seemed to
be doing better. Xander was making jokes, as always, and Buffy was smiling
at them. Willow even saw her laugh a few times. Despite the occasional laugh,
she could tell that Buffy was still shaken by the incident. She looked fragile,
as if the wrong word would cause her to shatter. *I hope Xander doesn't say
the wrong word,* Willow thought suddenly, fearing where the boy's sometimes
altogether too big mouth would lead him. *It's strange to think of Buffy
as being fragile,* she realized. *Buffy's the strong one who leads the way,
and fights the demons, and keeps everybody safe. She takes so much of the
impact protecting us...sometimes it's too much even for her.*
"So she said it was some kind of bloodlust?" Giles asked again, bringing
Willow back into the real world.
"Right," Willow said with a nod. "She said that when she saw the blood she
was overcome with bloodlust...like a vampire's bloodlust."
"Quite so," Giles said thoughtfully. "It seems that this is part of the
manifestation of Buffy's ah...condition." He took his glasses off and rubbed
the bridge of his nose distractedly. "The unfortunate thing is that there
may be no way to combat this. She'll just have to ride it out...and that
may be rather difficult given the intensity of this episode." He sighed,
heading for the door. "Still. She's only experienced this one incident...so
perhaps this problem will not recur," he continued hopefully, as he opened
the door to his office. Willow quickly followed him over to the table where
Buffy and Xander sat.
"So tell the truth," Xander was saying. "It was all an act wasn't it. You
just didn't want them to stick a needle in your arm."
"Curses, foiled again," Buffy played along with a smile. "And I thought it
was such a good plan this time."
"You would have gotten away with it if it wasn't for those pesky kids," Xander
agreed, shaking his head sadly. "So, Giles, you have anything helpful to
report?" Giles looked at his frazzled Slayer and wished he had something
to give her, some magical spell, some cure that would make everything better.
"I'm afraid there isn't much we can do," he said regretfully. "It's clear
that this is related to the blood you shared with Angel, and the good news
is that you won't have to deal with it forever. The bad news is there's nothing
I can think of to lessen the urges."
"Why am I not surprised?" Buffy replied with a sigh.
"You may want to talk to Angel about this," Giles continued. "He may have
some advice on methods for controlling your bloodlust. Until you gain some
measure of control I'd advise you to avoid contact with blood as much as
possible."
"Great," Buffy said, sarcasm slipping into her voice. "Because I'm the Slayer,
and my boyfriend's a vampire; so neither of us ever have to deal with blood."
Giles seated himself on the stairs with a sigh.
"I'm sorry, Buffy," he said sincerely. "I am still looking for some hint
in the books, but this is one case where research doesn't seem to be doing
too much good."
"Well, what about our other problem?" Willow interjected, effectively changing
the subject. "Spike."
"Ahh yes," Giles said, rising to his feet to gather a short stack of books
from his office. "I was able to find a little information on our friend Spike."
His face fell as he continued. "Unfortunately, the news here is also not
very good." He handed an open book to Buffy, who looked at the picture curiously.
"This is a girl, Giles," she said doubtfully. "Are you saying that _Spike_
is a girl?"
"No, no," Giles corrected. "That's Drusilla, his paramour."
"Always with the big words, Giles," Xander chided. "Why not just say she's
his sex kitten?" Giles winced, refusing to answer as Willow hit the back
of Xander's head lightly.
"So if Spike's here, she'll be here too," Willow assumed.
"Exactly." Giles agreed. "They are a team. He's very strong, Buffy," Giles
said warningly. "Just a little under two hundred and he's killed two
slayers."
"Gulp," Willow said softly.
"Drusilla is, according to the references, quite mad." Buffy looked at the
black and white picture of the long dark-haired girl, who stared big-eyed
at the camera, once more before closing the book with a thump.
"Oh yay," she said dryly. "We've got Super Fighter Guy, and Crazy As a Loon
Girl. Why don't I ever get to fight any weak evil villains...with average
skills and...and toupees?" Giles looked at her with eyebrows raised.
"Toupees?" he asked mildly.
"I couldn't think of anything better," she admitted. "Cut me some slack here.
I'm not having a very good month."
"No one ever cuts me any slack when my jokes go sour," Xander pouted. "I
just get the evil eye, or the groan. Or..." He noticed that he was getting
the evil eye times three and shut his mouth with a snap. "Oh go on...talk
about saving the world or whatever...no one ever has any time for Xander."
Buffy grinned before turning back to her Watcher.
"You need to talk to Angel about Spike," he ordered. "The records show that
they spent a great many years in Europe together." Buffy nodded reluctantly.
She didn't like bringing up Angel's past. It was filled with nothing but
death and pain. She realized that the others were waiting politely for her
to break the silence, eying her warily to see her reaction to the reminder
that her boyfriend had at one time been a very evil vampire.
"So..." she began, breaking the silence. "Why's Spike here?"
"As I mentioned, he's very powerful. I can't imagine him being a submissive
lackey for the Anointed One. There's really only one possibility..." Giles
paused dramatically. Buffy rolled her eyes at his theatrics, and Giles hurried
to finish his thought. "He's here to take over."
"Well that works out great doesn't it?" Buffy said, feeling better. "They'll
fight each other...and at least one of them will be killed. Maybe even two
for the price of one. I like this deal," she caught the solemn look on Giles'
face. "You don't like this deal?"
"Neither of them will give in," Giles explained. "Once they've chosen sides,
Sunnydale will be emersed in a state of war."
"Isn't that even better?" Xander asked. "The vampires kill each other off
and that equals less work for Buffy. More time to party. Whoo hoo!"
"Not quite," Giles disagreed. "Disregard for human life is one characteristic
every vampire involved will share. The casualties could be enormous. And
if they decide they need reinforcements..."
Willow nodded in understanding as she recognized the danger. Xander looked
from the Watcher to Willow in confusion. He was about to ask them to spell
it out for those in the group without genius level IQs, when it clicked.
"Oooh, I get it!" he said, slightly amazed at the fact that he had knowledge.
"They'll play a little vampy version of Vietnam. Only the draft cards will
be more along the lines of two holes in your neck, and a complete blood
transfusion"
"Um...well. That's one way to put it," Giles concurred. "Swelling their ranks
with the newly, ahh, converted would be not only a way to gain followers;
but also a show of power. By the time they're done, there may not be a live
human left in Sunnydale." The three teenagers exchanged a look. This was
definitely not a good thing.
"So how do we stop it?" Buffy asked, getting right to the point.
"I'm not sure," Giles admitted. "But we should have a little time left before
it begins." The bell rang, and all the occupants of the library jumped in
surprise. The three students quickly gathered up their books. "Talk to Angel
about Spike," Giles reminded Buffy.
"Okay," she agreed. "I'm going to see him tonight on patrol."
"I'll meet you in the cemetery then," Giles said. Buffy nodded.
"Me too," Xander added. Buffy looked at him doubtfully.
"I don't think that's a good idea. We don't know how soon this is going to
go down. I don't want either of you two caught in the middle." She turned
to include Willow in her gaze.
"I can take care of myself," Xander argued.
"We'll bring crosses," Willow agreed. Buffy looked at her two best friends
and relented.
"Okay...but if there's any trouble, you run. Got it?"
"Yes ma'am," Xander said, giving her a snappy salute. "I like this army...no
medals for bravery...just an order to run at the first sign of trouble."
Buffy and Willow laughed, leading the way out of the library, with Private
Harris right behind them.
Giles hid his smile until the teenagers were gone, then allowed himself an
indulgent chortle at the joke.
* * * * * * * *
Spike paced impatiently back and forth over the stone floor of the abandoned
sewer tunnel. He kicked a rock angrily, sending it spinning through the air.
It narrowly missed one of the vampires in the group that stood or slouched
against the walls uneasily, at the other end of the short tunnel. They watched
their new leader warily for a sign that he would turn his temper from the
rocks to them.
Spike looked at the wary vampires, clustered nervously together, and snorted
in disgust. There couldn't be a single one over fifty years old in that bunch.
He doubted they could find their way from one end of a straight line to the
other, much less conquer a hostile force.
"I'm surrounded by bloody children," he muttered to himself, lighting a
cigarette. "I'm stuck in a sewer tunnel with a bunch of idiots." *At least
this part of the sewer is dry,* he thought optimistically. *Although apparently
that special sewer smell never disappears.* One of the idiots approached
him challengingly.
"Why do we cower in the sewers," the vampire began belligerently, "while
the Anointed sits cozy above ground?" He looked at the other vampires to
back him up, and got a few nods of consent.
"You want to march into the Annoying One's lair, and take over just like
that?" Spike asked with a snap of his fingers.
"I do not see why we wait," the vampire agreed. "We should take what is
ours."
"I see your point, mate," Spike replied, putting his arm around the other
vampire, and taking a long drag off his cigarette. "Why wait?" he asked
rhetorically. His arm tightened across the other vampire's shoulders. "Here's
an idea! Maybe because if we go in there right now, we get slaughtered. I
don't fancy the idea of getting slaughtered because you thought you would
attempt to grow a brain." The other vampire felt Spike's arm draw even tighter,
and he struggled weakly to free himself from his leader's grasp.
Casually, Spike flicked open his lighter and pressed the flame to the vampire's
exposed chest. The skin began to smolder, filling the tunnels with the smell
of burning flesh; and the other vampire's struggles increased. But Spike's
hold did not falter. Suddenly he pushed the other vampire away from him,
just as the vampire's chest caught fire. In a few seconds, flames had consumed
the vampire's body, leaving behind only a scattering of dust.
"Don't attempt to grow a brain, people," Spike said, turning his baleful
gaze on his followers as he stubbed his cigarette out against the cold rocks.
They cowered beneath his gaze, refusing to meet his eyes. *Dammit,* Spike
thought, *I really couldn't spare him. I need as many bodies as I can get.
But an example had to be made.*
"You lot, listen up," he ordered, walking towards the cluster of vampires.
"I know you don't want to be here underground. We won't be for long. But
I have this desire not to get killed, understand? So we're gonna to do this
the right way, my way." His eyes swept over his followers. "Any of you boys
feeling the need to complain....step on up. We'll settle it quick."
Unsurprisingly, no one took him up on his challenge.
Turning on his heel, Spike entered an alcove along the side of the tunnel.
Part of the rock wall had crumbled, leaving a room within the wall. Compared
with the sparseness of the tunnels, the little room was a palace. Three
mattresses lay piled on the floor, covered with sheets and pillows. The walls
were hung with bolts of cloth; blacks, reds, and whites dominated the color
scheme. At a small table, Drusilla sat pouring tea for one of her dolls.
"Are they playing nicely?" she asked, not looking up as Spike entered her
domain. He crossed to her and knelt behind her, resting his hands over her
shoulders
"It's just frustrating, pet," he said, his voice filled with resignation.
Drusilla looked up from her tea party, turning to face her lover. She ran
her hand from his forehead to his mouth. "All I've got is that bunch out
there. I need someone on my side who can help more than they hinder. I need
an edge...any kind of edge."
"An edge," she echoed, her eyes turning up towards the ceiling. "An edge
to cut, and make them bleed."
"That's right, love," Spike agreed. "We'll make them bleed."
"I can't see it," she whispered, shivering. "It's all dark." Spike, pulled
her closer to him, his arms cradling her body next to his. "It's there...there's
something. You'll find a way, Spike." She smiled up at him through heavy-lidded
eyes. "Someone's coming."
"Who?" Spike asked, running his hands down the length of her arms. "Who do
you see, Dru?"
Drusilla's eyes closed as she brought her lips to his. Her tongue flicked
over his lips and into his mouth. Then she breathed one word into his
mouth.
"Angel."
* * * * * * * *
The Anointed One sat alone, his eyes staring into the empty blackness that
surrounded him.
His thoughts were resting on the upstart, the challenger, his rival. Spike.
A shudder of hatred ran though him, tinged slightly with fear. Although he
knew he still had the majority of Sunnydale's vampires on his side, more
of his followers had defected than he had expected.
He crossed his arms angrily against his chest, his mind going over the faces
of the vampires in his ranks. He needed to do the bonding ritual with someone
tonight. If he waited any longer everything could be lost. He ran through
the candidates in his mind again, snorting with disgust. Although he had
the power to at least marginally control most vampires, his real power lay
in the ritual. When he bonded with another vampire, he became their master.
His own power grew according to theirs, and he was able to rule through his
puppet as he had through the Master. They could fight for him, feed for him,
and he controlled them utterly.
*I need someone powerful,* he thought. *Now more than ever. To beat Spike,
I need someone with real power.* There was no one powerful enough in the
ranks. He knew that, but he ran through the list again. *Angelus would have
been perfect. But he was obstinate. Perhaps too stong. He was able to break
my hold on him. Spike. To bond with the enemy would neutralize the threat,
while forming a bond with a powerful vampire.* The thought was tempting,
but the Anointed dismissed it. To bond with someone of Spike or Angelus'
power he would need consent. He couldn't force complete control on anyone
with that level of power. Spike would never consent.
So that left him with a bunch of vampires he knew could probably never rival
the power of Spike or Angelus. *The only other person in Sunnydale who could
challenge them is...* His eyes flew open in surprise as the thought hit him.
It was perfect. She had just recently become a vampire. She couldn't fully
control her power yet.
He wouldn't be able to do the ritual in person...she would never consent.
And that would mean his control would be less than perfect. But considering
the fact that she was so new, doing the ritual without her present and gaining
an imperfect control would most likely be enough.
*The Slayer,* he thought, laughing. He still couldn't understand how Angelus
has done it. How had he made the Slayer a vampire without losing her soul,
without making her another Lily? It didn't matter. They had made her a vampire,
and as the Anointed One that gave him power over her. They had used her vampire
side against him, but now he would gain control of her through the demon.
She would be his puppet. Satisfied with himself, the Anointed giggled, his
voice echoing off the walls of the warehouse.
CONTINUES