Know Thine Enemy

By:UncagedMuse

Title by Spikeslovebite

Summary: Prophecy Girl as told from Spike’s POV.  Season One

Rating: R for language 

Disclaimer:  Joss Whedon owns all. I just like to play with them.

I must thank Tam for all the wonderful support while I wrote this. It is my first attempt at POV so please tell me what you think.

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For years I’ve been searching for the cure for my dark princess with no luck. Drusilla. Stunning and deadly, she is, and I’d do anything for her. That’s why I find myself driving into this pissant little burg looking for the head of my line, the bat faced git who calls himself The Master.

It’s just laughable; the delusions of grandeur one can conjure up. Wanting to play at being powerful, old Heinrich tried to open the mouth of hell. Now he’s stuck underground in the ruins of a bloody church, for fuck’s sake! The last thing I want to do is kowtow to that pompous old prick, but my girl needs me. If I have to deal with him to make her what she once was, then that’s what I have to do.

It feels downright cowardly to be sneaking into town, but I’ve got to be sure I can get what Drusilla needs before bringing her here. Gotta keep a low profile, seeing as how there’s a new slayer in these parts. Of course this only makes the pull towards this soddin’ place stronger for me. Getting my third on top of fixing my girl would be the dog’s bollocks but I can’t let things go tits-up. Have to keep a level head this go-round.

I lock my second best girl up in an old factory to keep her safe from prying eyes before heading down into the underground tunnels. The Master knows I’m close and is making it easy for me to find him. He’s old enough to sense his family from miles away and I can feel him in my mind now, a taut thread between us that’ll take me straight to the old duffer’s lair.

It’s no secret that the crusty old fucker can’t stand me. For the pull to be this strong, he definitely wants something from me. Probably got some sort of prophecy rot due to be happening soon, so he’ll be beggin’ for my help. I don’t care. If he’s willin’ to help Dru, I’ll play nice.

Seeing the glow of candlelight ahead, I slow my pace and listen intently. Better safe than sorry. Sticking to the shadows, I can see the leather clad figure of my great- great grandsire. He’s talking to some sawed off little runt, and since it has to do with the Slayer, of course it peaks my interest.

“Soon,” the Master lisps as he presses his hand against the invisible barrier keeping him prisoner. “It’s time Collin. Bring me my sacrificial lamb.”

The mewling pup does what he’s told and heads out of the fallen church, coming very close to where I’m standing. I can feel the power pouring off of the boy as he passes me, hoping he won’t turn in my direction. My luck holds and I go unnoticed.

Twisting my lips into my best smirk, I step out from hiding with a cocky swagger. “How’ve ya been, Gramps?” What can I say? I love to annoy the old fart.

“Ah yes, William. I’ve been waiting for you. Soon there will be great celebrations as I am released from this rotting place to once more reign over the night. Where is Drusilla? I really wanted all my family to be here and witness my second coming,” The tosser arrogantly says to me. He’s never had the kind of power he thinks he has. With the exception of Darla, most of his own childer can’t stand to be near him, but here he stands, still acting like the bloody be all, end all.

Instead of spewing this out, I bend down on one knee with my head bowed like he expects and tell him what I’ve come for.

“Master, Drusilla was attacked in Prague and needs to be healed. I’ve searched everywhere for a cure, only to come up empty handed. Do you know what can be done for my beloved sire?” I ask in my most respectful tone.

“I know of a book that will tell you how to heal my faithful grandchilde. As soon as I kill the Slayer and make my way up to the surface, I will send one of my minions to get it. All you need to do is bring Dru to Sunnydale.” Suddenly he stops and his mouth quirks into a twisted semblance of a smile.

“Collin has the Slayer and is bringing her back to me. You can wait in the other chamber until my business is finished.” He dismisses me but I’ve decided that I have to see her death even if I can’t do it myself.

I stand waiting just inside the doorway so I’ve got one hell of a view. Cautiously, she walks in with a crossbow. At first glance, she seems to be just a tiny slip of a girl, but in her emerald eyes I can see the fire and intensity of the Chosen One, the killer of my kind.

So young and beautiful. She’s dressed in a flowing white gown with a leather jacket over it, her golden blonde hair gleaming in the faint light. Entranced by this vision of loveliness, I watch her as she moves slowly, all of her senses on high alert. The Master starts taunting her but she continues her smart arsed remarks even though I hear a slight tremor in her voice. I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face with each sarcastic crack she makes. The chit’s brave, I’ll give her that.

Just when I’m beginning to think she might get out of this alive, the smarmy git uses his thrall to draw her to him. The way I see it that’s cheating. What? Am I the only vampire who takes out slayers with fists and fangs?

The scent of her fear fills my senses, intoxicating me. She knows this is it, yet in her eyes I can see her struggle against the overblown poof’s hold. Warrior to the end with this one. She definitely would’ve been a challenge. Fighting full out with her would’ve been glorious. Oh well, maybe the next one’ll have as much fire.

The Master turns her around and slips her leather jacket off as he begins to whisper in her ear. With my enhanced hearing, I pick up that he’s mocking her with the fact that if she’d never come, the prophecy couldn’t be fulfilled. Prophecies are always funny like that.

Then the bite comes and the delicious aroma of slayer blood fills my nostrils, making me harder than I’ve ever been just at the thought of drinking her down. The old bastard barely takes a sip before dropping her into a puddle of water, leaving her behind as he heads up. I stand there for a moment wishing I could’ve been the one to sink my teeth into that supple neck. All that blood gone to waste. I would’ve drunk my fill, savoring every single drop.

Maybe it’s not too late. Slowly, I step out. I’m moving silently towards her when I hear footsteps coming from one of the passageways. Damn, I really wanted a taste before her heart stopped. Now I’m right back where I started, waiting to see who’s riding to the soddin’ rescue.

It can’t be! Bloody hell, the great brooding poofter is pulling the Slayer out of the water. Peaches really let himself hit bottom this time. Oh for fuck’s sake, I can’t believe I’m seeing this. I knew he was all soul having, but to see my mentor fall this far…well it’s a bit much, even for me.

He’s got some whelp of a human with him. Dough boy is trying his best to revive the Slayer and for a moment I actually hope it’ll happen. Strange that. But the thought of dancing with her makes me tingle. I know she’d give as good as she got. Beating this one to a bloody pulp before ripping her throat out would only make the blood that much sweeter.

I’m drawn from my musings as I hear her spluttering the water from her lungs. She asks about the Master and then starts to go after him while the great poof protests that she’s too weak. When she turns back to look at them, I can see a feral gleam in her eyes as she tells them she feels strong, different. Even I can sense the change in her and my body responds, my cock twitching and stretching to painful proportions.

What the bloody hells wrong with me? Getting hard over the Slayer. Has to be the anticipation of a good rough and tumble with her one day soon. Right? Yeah, that’s it! Killing her will be my greatest achievement.

I can’t stop myself from following. I’ve got to see if she can take on the Master again and win. But I justify it by telling myself that watching will give me the advantage against her when Dru and I return and it’s our time to brawl. Deep down, I know that what I really want is a taste of her power, and I won’t stop until I’ve had it.

Marching through the streets, she exudes a smug confidence that sucks me in, craving to see more of the strength encased in this tiny girl. When the high school comes into view, I can see the Master on the roof. Knowing that’s where she’ll go, I scale the side and get myself a good seat for the festivities. 

Didn’t take long, ‘cause there she stands behind the wanker with her smug little, holier-than-thou' face and he’s oblivious to her presence. Some all powerful vampire he is. Quickly he spins ‘round, hearing her voice and I’ve gotta stifle a laugh at the shock on his ugly mug. Bat Face let himself get too cocky, leaving her behind without making sure she was dead. Never underestimate such a worthy opponent.

Bloody hell, there’s that cheeky mouth of hers and this time I can’t stop the chuckle that escapes. ‘I may be dead, but I’m still pretty,’ is just priceless. Trading barbs with her is gonna be brilliant.

Just when it was getting interesting, the Master starts up the thrall shit again and it seems to be working for a second time. Disappointment fills me. I wanted to be the one to make this girl bleed and beg for death.

Images of my fist making contact with that soft flesh flash through my mind. Hearing bones snap under the force of my blows. Precious Slayer blood flowing over my tongue. Damn, there goes my dick again. It seems to have a mind of its own tonight.

My head snaps up at the sound of knuckles striking bone. She’s fighting full on and gods is it gorgeous. I’ve never seen anything sexier than her brand of violence. The passion she has for what she does is pulsing through me. Soddin’ hell these jeans are too tight.

I’m bettin’ she’s a virgin as well, all tight and hot with that young supple body. Could probably squeeze my prick right off with those slayer muscles. Fuck yeah, I can almost feel her wrapped around me, shagging her into the ground before plunging my fangs into that soft throat and feasting on the rich claret of her blood. Hearing her dying gasps as she cums hard.

Suddenly her hand wraps around his neck and she’s flipping him behind her through a skylight with such a look of pure unadulterated satisfaction that my cock jerks against my palm, almost blowing a load in my jeans.

Bloody buggerin’ fuck! I’ve been stroking myself the whole time like some teenage git. Disgust rages inside me. I almost got off just watching the stupid bint. It’s all that bleedin’ bitches fault. I’ll have to come back and rip her limb from limb for this. How could I feel lust this powerful for someone other than Dru? I try to console myself with the fact that it was images of fighting and killing her that gave me this hunger.

I just need to get back to my ripe, wicked plum. Once I’m in her arms again everything will be alright. Time for me to get the hell out of here. Damn, I didn’t get the book I need for Dru. Guess I’m gonna have to go convince my girl that we need to be in good old Sunnyhell to get her all cured.

At least I’ll be able to see the Slayer again…umm…I mean kill my third Slayer.

Finished for now... <evil laughter>