Destiny

By PSUBrat

Whisper to Me

Connor paced the lobby of the Wolfram and Hart offices. Since he had checked Wesley's apartment first, he knew that the man had to be here. How had things gone so wrong this evening? Everything had been perfectly planned; he drew the Slayer into a trap by fighting a demon she was on friendly terms with. Perfect execution. Flawless. He'd had her right where he'd wanted her, even if she had appeared to have the upper hand. However, there was one thing that he had never expected to encounter, his father. At the moment, the Slayer was the least of his worries because what bothered him most was the fact that his father still lived. How could that monster still be alive? How could he have escaped death? Just as he was about to scream out in frustration, the elevator doors opened and three people stepped out.

Wesley was the first to notice Connor's presence. "Connor, what are you doing here? What's wrong?"

Connor's eyes darted from Lilah to Gavin and then back to Wesley. He didn't trust the other two but for some reason he felt he could trust Wesley.

"Why don't you two wait outside for me?" Wesley asked as he turned to his two associates. "Connor and I are going to have a little chat."

Lilah smiled at the boy. "Good to see you again, Connor."

The boy didn't acknowledge her greeting; instead he began pacing again like a caged animal.

"Wesley," Lilah stated in a whisper. "I think you're going to have your hands full, want me to stay?"

Wesley shook his head and motioned for her to leave. As he was about to go speak to Connor, Gavin grabbed him by the arm.

"Look Wesley," Gavin growled, supposedly out of earshot of the boy. "If he gives you any trouble your orders are to terminate him on the spot. We have bigger things to worry about."

Connor stopped pacing and glared at Gavin. Bastard. In his mind, he swore that Gavin would pay someday, as well as Angel. If he was lucky, he could kill them both at the same time.

Wesley noticed the boy's reaction. "Get out of here Gavin. Now. You very well may have cost us his loyalty."

Before Gavin could retort, the front doors blew open sending glass shards flying into the lobby.

***

"I want you to go home," Buffy stated in an even tone as she turned to Dawn. "Take Lorne with you. Do not open the door for anything. Do you understand me?"

Dawn nodded, eyes wide. She knew what the vampire behind them was capable of doing and it wasn't pretty. She grabbed Lorne by the arm. "Let's go. I don't think you want to get to know this part of Sunnydale on your first visit."

Lorne saw the fear in Dawn's eyes and felt it come off her body in waves. This was some serious stuff if it made an ancient mystical force, such as herself, terrified. "I think you're right kiddo. Lead the way."

Once Bit and the demon were gone, William spun around to face the owner of the voice. "Drusilla," he said, as calmly as he could muster. "What are you doing here, pet?"

"The stars whispered to me Spike. They told me that you needed me and that you'd be here." She strolled over to him, her dark eyes dancing.

"Are you sure you heard right?" Buffy asked sarcastically. "Cause I'm pretty sure any whispering that you're hearing in that warped mind of yours, is nothing more than your imagination."

Drusilla started swaying back and forth, whining. "Spike make her stop! Evil, nasty Slayer. I think I shall enjoy watching you die."

"No one's going to be dying tonight pet," William stated in a cold tone.

"You're right my darling Spike. No one will die tonight. But soon." She started clapping her hands together and her eyes danced in merriment. "There's a big party coming and you're invited. Everyone will be there."

William and Buffy shared a worried glance. "What party Dru?"

Without answering his question, Drusilla wrapped her arms around him and licked his face. It was a gesture reminiscent of their time together. Suddenly she backed up and began to scream. "No! No! You're not my Spike! Where's my Spike?"

"Spike is dead, Dru."

"But the stars whispered…"

"To hell with your bleeding stars," William screamed at her. "Spike no longer exists. He's gone!"

"I don't believe you," she cried. "The party is coming and Spike was invited, Miss Edith and the stars are never wrong about these things! Now tell me what you've done to my Spike!"

***

Glass crunched under their feet as a group of fledgling vampires entered the Wolfram and Hart lobby. Their newly acquired honed senses were in overdrive but they were under strict orders, no killing, and prisoners only.

"Now we can make this hard, or you can make this easy," the leader of the group snarled. "If everyone plays nice, no one gets hurt."

Connor glared at the vampires but never moved, every muscle in his body tense and ready to pounce if needed. He glanced over at Wesley who only closed his eyes and shook his head. They were out numbered but they didn't know who they were dealing with, did they?

Wesley pulled Lilah behind him protectively. "Do you have any stakes on you?" He asked her as he grabbed one out of his pocket.

"What? Do you think I just go around carrying stakes?" She asked coldly and then noticed the one in his hand. "Apparently you do."

"In my line of work, one tends to carry several," he said shoving one into her hands.

"I guess this means we're gonna have to do things the hard way," the leader sighed waving forward his cohorts. "Just remember, the Master wants 'em alive!"

"Bloody brilliant you Americans are," Wesley growled to Lilah and Gavin. "Let's raise the Master and then imprison him to do our dirty deeds, it'll be fun."

Lilah just stared at him while Gavin gaped.

The group of vampires began their decent on them. Connor was the first to react. In one swift motion, he had dusted one vamp and kicked another to the floor. As Wesley and Lilah stood poised to do their own battle, the elevator doors opened and Wesley shoved Lilah inside the car. "Close the doors and go to the top floor. Do not come down unless I come get you. I'd advise you to call Corporate as well."

She nodded her head and watched helplessly as the doors closed and Wesley was attacked from behind.

***

Buffy took a step forward, but William put his arm out to the side to stop her. "This is my fight, luv. Let me take care of this."

"But Spike…" Buffy started.

"No. I mean it. Go home. I'll be along in a bit."

"It's all her fault," Drusilla shouted lunging for Buffy. "You've taken my precious Spike away!"

William stepped in front of Drusilla and grabbed her by the shoulders. "You'd do well to leave here pet. Now. I don't want to have to kill you."

Drusilla whimpered in pain as William tightened his grip on her. "My poor Spike. You're all wrong inside. Let me fix it for you so that we can be together again, like we were."

"Listen to me Dru. I am not Spike and we are never going to be together. Now go back to wherever it is that you came from and do it soon because I will kill you if I have to."

Her whining reached a high pitch and she began shaking. "Naughty Spike. Master isn't going to like this!"

William let go of Drusilla's shoulders, pushing her hard. He watched as she lost her balance and fell to the ground with a cry. "I don't care what the Master likes. Deliver a message for me luv; tell him that Spike is dead but that I'm coming for him. Tell him that for me."

Drusilla began pounding the ground with her fists in a fit of rage. "I will have you back Spike! You and Angelus will come back to the order or you will both die!"

Angel moved out of the shadows, stepping next to William. "Deliver the same message for me, would you Dru?"

"Angel!" Drusilla exclaimed seeing him for the first time. "You're always such a naughty daddy. You're invited to the party too, the King of Cups says so."

"I don't think I'll be attending that one Dru," Angel responded dryly. "Now I suggest you do as William has asked and get out of here, cause if he doesn't stake you, I will."

"The stars are never wrong," Drusilla cooed as she rose to her feet. "You'll see. The world is going to burn and you'll be the last to go," she said pointing to Buffy and giggling like a child.

"Leave now!" William roared at her, his eyes flashing with anger.

Drusilla took a step back surprised at the forcefulness in his tone. "Poor lost Spike. Don't worry, mummy will find you again and everything will be as right as rain." She turned on her heels and glided out of the cemetery, into the night.

***

Wesley hadn't been expecting the attack and was knocked off balance. The stake he had been tightly holding skidded across the floor out of his reach. He tried to get up, but there was a weight on top of him. It was then that he realized that these were probably his last few moments of life. He could feel the vampire's teeth graze his neck and so he prepared himself for the inevitable. As the vampire bit into him, Wesley screamed out in pain and prayed that his end would come swiftly.

Connor heard screams and after dispatching his third vampire he turned his attention to the struggle by the elevators. Quickly he assessed the situation in the lobby. One vampire was on Wesley while three others were already taking the dark haired man outside into in the night. There was no sign of the woman, but he was certain that he had heard Wesley tell her to go up to the top floor and stay there. In two quick strides, he was on top of Wesley's attacker and turning him to dust before the vamp knew what had hit him. Slowly, he rolled the man over and looked into his eyes. He was relieved to see that Wesley was still alive.

Weakly, Wesley pulled himself into a sitting position. The lobby was deadly silent. He and Connor were alone; there was no trace of Gavin to be seen. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could feel the boy applying pressure to the bite mark on his neck.

"I'm glad you were here," Wesley stated giving Connor a slight smile. "I believe you saved my life."

Connor looked at Wesley and shrugged. "I just happened to be here at the right time. I wasn't able to save that other man though. They took him away."

Wesley grabbed Connor's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "You did fine."

The elevator doors opened and Lilah stepped out. As soon as she saw the blood on Wesley's shirt, she ran to him. "Wes are you alright?" She demanded kneeling next to him.

"I thought I told you to stay upstairs until I came for you?" He growled at her, despite the pain that was now settling over him.

"I watched on the monitors. I knew it was safe to come down."

"I'm fine, but I don't think Gavin is as fortunate. Something tells me that he's in for a very rough evening."

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