DISTRIBUTION: Just keep my name attached and you can post it.
SPOILERS: Graduation, and I guess the Angel series
RATING: R
CONTENT: BSR, WAR, violence, sexual situations but nothing overly graphic....oh, and an actual plot.
SUMMARY: Angel and Spike are kidnapped.
DISCLAIMER: If they were mine, why would I still be writing fanfic? I'd be on a beach somewhere with Spike and Angelus serving me drinks with little umbrellas in them (the drinks, not Spike and Angelus). Joss owns 'em, not me. Vampire: the Masquerade belongs to White Wolf Game Studio. Hunin, Munin, Erik, and Alethea are all my creations.
NOTE: This is a CROSSOVER with White Wolf's Vampire: the Masquerade. I'll explain any game terms I use.
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~Prologue~
Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell The tortures of that inward hell! But first, on earth as vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent: Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race. -- 'The Giaour' by Lord Byron
Angel shifted uncomfortably in the alleyway he was forced to stand in for a certainly unpleasant job Doyle had forced him to take part in. He sighed audibly as he remembered a time when he was reviled as the Scourge of Europe and was now reduced to petty spy for a low paying detective agency. He checked his watch for the fifth time in that minute and cursed Doyle when he realized he had to remain in that damp alley for another two hours.
"Fuck!" he swore loudly as he felt a sharp prick in the back of his neck, and with now trembling hands he pulled a dart out from the base of his neck. Angel let out a strangled scream as blinding pain laced through him, reminding him of Faith's poison. "God, not again," he muttered as he fell to the ground and watched as his world went black.
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Spike cursed himself as he strode down the dimly lit street in the red light district of Los Angeles; his mind was besieged with alternating images of Dru and the Slayer. Every time his enemy's picture crossed his mind he kicked the image back, only to have her come dancing back to the edge of his consciousness.
With a growl, he grabbed the nearest hooker and forced her up against the wall; he buried his face against her neck and imbedded his fangs. She clutched at his back in a mockery of passion as he drained the life from her. Spike was dimly aware of the other girls giving them some privacy, and with a satisfied sigh, he let her dead body slide to the ground; he stepped back smiling to himself when he suddenly felt a sharp sting in the back of his neck.
"Aw, fu--" he began, just as he fell to the ground and blacked out.
~Part: 1~
Spike was the first to awaken, and he found himself dumped unceremoniously on a cold stone floor and laying half on a cold body. He looked down and was confronted with the slack features of his sire; he groaned as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, having flashbacks of other times he'd woke on top of Angel. He shook himself out of his memories when his sire moaned and came into consciousness. Spike moved quickly to his feet and glanced around at the apparent throne room they were situated in after in stopped spinning.
"What have you done now, peaches?" Spike asked when Angel finally managed to rise into a sitting position.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Spike?" his sire replied automatically. "Spike?" Angel looked up in surprise.
"Oh, don't tell me you have nothing to do with this," Spike ordered, turning away from the vampire on the floor as a door opened on the far side of the room. "That's probably your little Slayer now," he commented, crossing his arms, but he let them drop when the girl who stepped over the threshold was not Buffy. "Who the hell are you?" Spike growled at the newcomer. The girl whimpered slightly and stuck out her lower lip in a pout; she reminded Spike heavily of Dru. "I'm sorry, baby," Spike replied, instinct taking over; he strode across the room. He took the girl gently into his arms and held her.
"LET HER GO!" a voice boomed the order from the other side of the room. Spike, Angel, and the girl both turned to face the man standing in front of another door. The girl smiled brightly and hurried over to the man's side. Spike returned to stand next to Angel and stare at their captors. "Don't touch what is not yours," the man ordered, staring daggers into him. Spike growled and stepped forward only to find Angel's restraining hand on his arm.
"No," he ordered, and his childe slumped back. "Who are you?" Angel asked the couple as the man led the girl up to one of the two thrones situated on a raised platform. The girl placed herself regally on the throne and stared blankly at the wall.
"I am Munin," the man replied, taking his place on the other throne, "And this is my sister, Hunin." The girl bowed to the two vampires, causing a piece of ice blond hair to fall into her eyes. "We need your help," he stated.
"So why the drugs?" Spike growled, rubbing the back of his neck where the dart had pierced.
"We are deeply sorry about that, but we felt that it was the only way to get you here," Munin replied with a smile, flashing elongated canines. Angel's eyes narrowed, and he stepped back unconsciously.
"Well, you could have just said 'please,'" Spike replied, also catching the flash of fang.
"Why do you need our help?" Angel asked softly, reevaluating their purpose in that place.
"We need you to recover a lost....item for us," Munin replied.
"Get it yourself," Spike spat.
"We can't," Hunin spoke for the first time. All eyes turned to her.
"Can't or won't?" Angel asked her.
"Can't," she smiled, her eyes clear and calm. "There are rules that must be followed." With that she slumped back in the chair and closed her eyes, seeming to enter a deep sleep.
"What rules?" Angel pressed, still staring at the girl.
"She will be catatonic for the rest of the night; it is her one true weakness. Madness runs in her clan," Munin commented, drawing attention back to him with a wave of his hand. "Back to the business at hand." He rose to his feet and stalked forward; he remained out of arm's reach of Spike. "An old associate of mine has a disk."
"A disk?" Angel asked.
"A computer disk. This disk holds information on every vampire in existence. If it falls into the wrong hands...." He trailed off with a broad gesture of his hands.
"You've been watching too much Highlander, haven't you, mate?" Spike asked with grin. Angel cast a glare in Spike's direction.
"Pardon?" Munin questioned.
"Never mind," Angel and Spike both responded.
"If it falls into the wrong hands, our world ends," Angel finished Munin's statement. The man nodded. "What do you gain from it?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I just wish to save my race," he replied.
"Why can't you find the disk yourself?" Angel questioned.
"The Council of Clans forbids our entrance to the Hellmouth. They believe the temptation would be too great for global domination," he replied.
"So your associate is in Sunnyhell," Spike stated.
"If not already, he will be soon," Munin replied.
"Great," Spike breathed. "Just where I want to go," he commented, sarcasm dripping.
"Will you help us?" he asked.
"Of course," Angel replied. The man clapped his hands in glee.
"We are happy you saw things our way." Munin stepped closer to Angel. "The man you seek is named Erik. No description is needed; his smell alone will tip you off." Angel and Spike both nodded. "You may go." He turned to return to his throne but before he did, he commented, "Oh, and I want Erik's head returned as proof."
The door that Hunin had entered through opened suddenly, leading into a small alley way; the two vampires exited quickly into the night. They walked in silence until they were safely away from the house.
"We're being tricked, poofy," Spike commented quietly.
"Could you not call me that?" Angel ground out.
"Fine, but we are being tricked."
"I know. Which is why we're going straight to Buffy and Giles."
~Part: 2~
"God, Giles, do you ever take out the trash?" Buffy commented as she stepped into Giles' new office at the University of California at Sunnydale and wrinkled her nose in disgust as a pungent smell assaulted her.
"What?" he asked, not bothering to look up from the new box of books he'd just received. She remained silent and waited until he finally looked up at her. "Oh, the smell?" he asked; she nodded, trying in vain not to breath. "I can't figure out where it's coming from."
"Gee, Giles, maybe something crawled into a vent," Xander replied, walking into the office, carrying another box of books and dumping it on the corner of Giles' already overflowing desk.
"Do be careful with those," Giles scolded as Buffy managed to catch the box before it tumbled off the desk.
"But I wanted to go start a bonfire with them," Buffy replied with wide eyes. Giles glared at her for a second before taking a stack of books out of the box and sorting through them. "Got cold in here, didn't it, Xand?" she asked as Giles turned his back on the pair; Xander nodded his head, holding his breath against the stench. "Wanna go find out what died in here?"
"Very much," he replied, gagging as the smell filtered into his nostrils. They walked a short distance away from Giles, following the smell. The pair halted in front of door partially obscured by a bookcase. "Hey, G-man?"
"Could we not call me that?" Giles responded automatically without looking up.
"What's back here?" Buffy asked pointing to the door.
"Probably another office. Why?" he replied, finally glancing at them.
"'Cause the Great Stink is coming from in there," Xander explained. Buffy was staring at the door in confusion.
"Didn't you tell Willow that your office was the last one in this hallway?" she asked, looking back to him.
"Well, yes," he replied, rising to his feet. "I guess it could be a closet of some kind."
"Xand, help me move this," she ordered, pushing on one end of the book case; Xander reached over and helped her move the case away from the door. "Well, solves that. Not a closet." She indicated the area where a doorknob should be. "No doorknob." Giles shrugged. "Only one way to find out." She raised a leg and, using her strength, kicked the door open with a loud bang. She stepped into the room.
"There you go again. Solving all your problems with violence!" His sentence finished on a slightly muffled edge as Buffy's hand reached out, grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in after her.
"Be careful," Giles said to the empty room. He stood in the center of his office watching the darkness for any sign of movement. He unconsciously reached for a stake that was lying under a pile of papers just as the sounds of a struggle reached his ears.
"Giles! Look out!" he heard Xander shout as a blue blur shot out of the darkened room. Giles tried to get a hold of the stake but the blur hit him hard sending him to the floor just as another blur leaped out of the darkness. Buffy impacted with the thing, sending both of them to the floor. She brought her stake up and slammed it through the thing's heart and waited for it to dissipate into dust. Nothing happened.
"Oh, my God, she killed Yoda!" Xander joked, stepping into the room. "You bi--" He was cut off as Buffy shot him a steely glare. She stepped up and away from the blue-skinned, wart-covered, deformed man.
"He's not turning to dust." She turned to Giles. "Why isn't he turning to dust?"
"Could be a demon," he replied. She reached down and pulled her stake out roughly then jumped back as the man sucked in a shuddering breath. She fell immediately into a fighting stance as it turned to face her.
"What the fuck was that for?" it growled, rubbing the spot on its back where her stake had been imbedded. He got a good look at Buffy then smiled a crooked smile filled with sharp fangs. "Unless it was foreplay. In which case, do it again, girlie." She grimaced.
"Eww!" She backed away from him. She regained her fighting stance after she finished shuddering in disgust. "I'm Buffy, the Vampire Slayer."
"And I'm Erik, the Vampire. What's it to you?"
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Willow was woken up by a tapping coming from the doors leading to her balcony. Sure it was Oz, but half expecting Xander, she climbed wearily from her bed and headed to the doors, still half-asleep. She pulled the doors open and looked up at Angel.
"This better be good," she growled; she turned away from the vampire but then stopped as full wakefulness came to her. "Wait a minute!" She turned back to him. "Angel?" Movement to Angel's left caught her eyes. "A-And Spike?"
"We need your help," he replied.
"Oh. Do you need me to look up stuff?" she asked, pointing to her laptop. "'Cause I'm--"
"The 'net-girl'," he finished with a smile. "Actually, I just need to know where Buffy is."
"Buffy. Right. You came to see Buffy." She looked perplexed. "Why did you bring Spike to see Buffy?"
"I could be out maiming something," she heard Spike mutter under his breath.
"Would you shut up?" Angel snapped, looking over at his childe.
"You gonna make me, peaches?" Spike growled, stepping up to his sire.
"I might." Willow could see that something was wearing thin on both of them, but then she realized she was tired and really didn't care.
"Guys?" They ignored her. "Guys!" They continued to glare at each other. "GUYS!" she finally shouted, causing both vampires to jump. "Please tell me why you're here before I stake both your asses and go back to bed."
"Language," Spike scolded; Willow growled low in her throat at him.
"It's hard to explain, and I'd rather just have to tell it twice," Angel replied, flinching back from Willow's wrath. She sighed heavily. "Willow?" he asked, unsure if she was going to help them.
"Do you mind? I don't like an audience when I change," she snapped, indicating her nightgown. Angel got a hurt look on his face, and Willow sighed again. "Look, let me get dressed, and I'll take you to them." She looked to Spike. "As long as he doesn't try to bite me."
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