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Avenging Demon
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Chapter 2
A/N Warning: This chapter contains blood play, slight Spike/Other, and character death. BTVS characters belong to Joss and Co. Original characters and plot are mine.
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Two weeks earlier…
“My Spike has been a naughty boy. Bad dog! He will have to be punished.” Dru swayed on her feet before Spike, snapping her teeth and growling softly at him before grinning madly. “Daddy won’t like it when my Spike finds his Sunshine, but he won’t be Daddy then either. He’ll be the other again and there won’t be anyone to love Princess anymore.”
Spike sighed softly before running his fingers up Dru’s arm. “Pet, please. You have to understand. Did it for us, an’ all. Did it for you. Couldn’t let it happen, you know. He was going to ruin everything for us, too. No more world meant no more pulsers. Meant no more blood for my dark princess.”
Dru giggled and leaned into Spike’s touch. “Did it for Princess? Silly boy. You fool yourself, but you don’t fool me. Miss Edith tells me everything.” She abruptly jerked away and slashed a fingernail across Spike’s cheek, drawing a line of blood. “The stars speak to me, my Spike. They tell me you long for the Sunshine, you do.”
Spike flinched, more at the repeated reference to “Sunshine” than at the slight sting on his cheek. “Pet, you don’t mean that. Love you. Wouldn’t leave you like that. I couldn’t leave you. I’ll always be with you.”
Dru hummed and danced away from him. “Boiling frogs sometimes hop in my skin. Slayers won’t slay if they can’t see their way.”
Spike rolled his eyes at Dru’s back. She was beginning to speak in rhymes now? “Just bloody great,” he thought.
“Listen to me Spike.” She whirled to face him, her expression suddenly somber. “You can show her the way. Mummy won’t be mad, I promise. You show her the way to me. It will make Not-Daddy so very mad. He doesn’t love me, did you know? He doesn’t love me at all and so I think it will be good to punish him. You show me to Sunshine, and then you can avenge. I’ll forgive you then.”
“What the bloody hell are you talking about, Dru?” Spike was incensed. How dare she talk about facing the sun? “Pet, luv. Let me take care of you. Come to bed, yeah? I’ll bring you a nice girl to eat, yeah?” Spike was near to pleading now, his eyes desperate.
“Not long, my Spike. You cannot do it alone. You’ll need Sunshine to kill. Sunshine will kill because the world will end and even though she’s lost, she doesn’t want the world to be lost with her.” Her eyes hardened, and she spat out, “She’s too good for that and it disgusts me, the things she does. The things you want. The things you will want. Can’t fool me. Miss Edith told me.” She softened her tone again before continuing. “All alone, my Spike and the Sunshine. All alone together, and Mummy won’t be mad because Miss Edith already told me. Can’t change what’s already done!”
“What are you on about?” Dru had managed to confuse him. He had thought that she had been rather lucid, if suicidal, but now he wasn’t sure. “Dru? Please? Let me bring you someone?”
Dru gave him a sly smile. “Go, bring Mummy someone good to eat. Don’t avenge alone, okay my Spike? Okay?” She moved closer to him again and trailed a finger down his arm before licking his bloodied cheek. “Bring the Sunshine and save the world again. It will make him so angry. I shall enjoy it, I think.” She giggled again before dancing away.
Spike sighed and turned away, intent on feeding and bringing her a good meal—he just hoped she’d eat tonight. His shoulders hunched, he walked away from the hotel that Dru had insisted upon staying in. She’d said not a word to him since she’d awoken screaming, mourning the loss of her soddin’ Sire, until they had reached Mexico City. He had planned on driving further, but she’d lifted her head and moaned, “There.” Then she’d just pointed her directions out to him, eventually leading him to an upscale hotel. Once there, she still hadn’t spoken to him for two days. When she finally did speak, she was full of recriminations, had accused him of no longer loving her, and had repeatedly questioned why he’d aligned himself with ”her” against her wanker of a sire.
Spike wasn’t proud of his actions. Striking a deal with the bloody Slayer was a right poncy thing to do, but what choice did he have, really? Buffy—no, the Slayer, he reminded himself—had been the only thing that he could think of to stop Angelus from sending them all to hell. The git had been crazy with his obsession over the Slayer, more so than Spike had ever been. Spike had his theories about that. Angelus had said that he hated the girl because she’d reminded him of what it was to feel human, but Spike suspected that his hatred stemmed from Angelus’ embarrassment at having been caught loving—something which he and his bitch of a sire had always mocked in others, including Spike.
He made his way into a teaming nightclub, intent on getting his drink quickly so that he could grab someone for Dru and get back to her. Spying a pretty blond girl, he made his way over to her and whispered in her ear. She giggled inanely and Spike rolled his eyes as he led her to a darkened corner. Stupid bint was practically begging to get bitten. Didn’t all girls know that they weren’t supposed to follow strange men into dark places? And yet, there she was, eagerly following the Big Bad to her death.
The girl turned her back to the wall and grabbed his leather clad arms, tugging him closer to her. She parted her thighs to allow him to step into them and turned her face up to meet his lips in a breathy kiss. It had been too bloody long since he’d had a good shag—since the mob in Prague. He mentally shrugged his shoulders and deepened the kiss while grinding his rapidly hardening cock into the girl’s body.
He had been faithful to Dru for his entire unlife, never so much as kissing another, unless he counted that one time that had involved their entire little ‘family’—which he didn’t. Drusilla, on the other hand, had been faithless, always. First with her sodding ‘Daddy’, and later with others. He never caught her in the act with the random strangers she fucked—had purposely avoided catching her a time or two—but he always smelled them on her. As a fledge, he had grudgingly come to accept her relationship with Peaches, but her latest betrayal with the great poof knifed him in the gut. Spike had grown accustomed to having Dru as his own. While it was true that she did stray from him, he was the only one that she had ever turned to repeatedly—until Angelus came back.
The nameless bint that he was humping against the wall moaned low in her throat, causing Spike to growl softly in return. She broke away and whispered that she had a room that they could use. He palmed her breasts roughly, tweaking her nipples through her draped blouse. “Gonna fuck you right here, pet. Gonna make you forget everyone and scream with pleasure.” He pressed his mouth to hers again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and swallowing her whimpers. ‘Would serve Dru right, ‘f I came back smelling like this bint’s sex’. At that thought, he drew back with a groan, disgusted with himself for his traitorous mind. How dare he even consider doing that to his dark princess, his savior? It was time to end this.
He struck quickly, bleeding her without the crowd around them noticing that anything was amiss. Throwing his head back, he sighed in contentment at having his fill of blood before he shook off his game face. It was only after he let her body slump against the wall that he really noticed that her hair was the same as Buffy’s. Like sunshine. Frowning, he considered Dru’s frequent rants about Sunshine. Eyes widening, Spike wondered if she had been talking about the Slayer. Her words ran through his mind and he quickly became more certain that his dark princess had been talking about the Slayer—and that Dru had seen her own end coming.
“Bloody buggering fuck!” His scream was lost in the pounding music of the nightclub. Quickly, he hit a nearby girl over the head to knock her out and flung her over his shoulder—he would take the girl back to Dru and force her to feed so that she’d be strong enough to flee. He flashed his fangs and shoved aside the man that his victim had been laughing with before running towards the exit. Several more people tried to stop him, and he roared out his fury and fear, no longer caring about keeping a low profile. His dark princess was in trouble, and he was increasingly afraid that he was already too late. She’d been more lucid tonight than she’d been since they left Sunnyhell, and she’d talked about avenging her death with the help of the Slayer. Spike could only think that meant that the time that she’d foreseen was upon them.
He ran as fast as he could towards the hotel, plowing through everyone in his path. Slamming through the doors of the lobby, he raced passed the bank of elevators towards the stairs and thundered up six flights, his unneeded breath coming in sharp gasps. He crashed through the door on his floor just as a searing agony swept through his body, radiating outward from his chest, throbbing harshly in his sire’s scar. Screaming his anguish, he dropped the body of the girl he’d brought for Dru.
His vampiric features showing a mixture of tormented grief and utter rage, he raced toward their room, all ration replaced with a deep seated need to see the blood and entrails of the thing responsible for Drusilla’s final death. He reached the room, but before he could tear open the door, he was slammed backwards against the opposite wall and held in place.
In front of him, three men exited the room he had shared with Dru. They were clothed in dark red Grecian styled robes, and their features were strikingly similar and composed into pleasant smiles. Spike growled and struggled to free himself from his invisible bonds. One of the men before him smiled wider and raised his hand, palm facing Spike. Spike felt the pressure on his chest and limbs increase, and in a calm and friendly voice, the man stated, “There is no use in fighting it. You cannot break free.”
The same congenial voice issued from the second man’s mouth. “You have what we need within you. Give it to us and we will end your torment, Vampire.” The man held a clear glass jar, and Spike’s eyes filled with horror and tears as he realized that it contained ashes. Vampire ashes—Dru’s ashes. These men had taken his black goddess’s ashes.
“Noooo!” The word was lost in pain, and Spike slumped against the wall behind him, no longer fighting against the power which had held him in place.
The third man held a square box as wide as his body. It was made of leather from some kind of demon and covered in silver symbols. The man was holding the lid open, but shut it quickly, the smile on his face fading slightly. “It is not an avenging sound, but a grieving sound which issues from the demon’s lips,” the same voice intoned, this time from the third man. “It is not yet time for this one—”
“—But it will be—”
“—Quite soon.” The three men spoke together, seamlessly finishing their sentence in the same smooth voice. They turned to face each other. “We have—”
“—The Immortal Seer’s—”
“—Ashes. Soon we—”
“—Will have the Avenging—”
“—Demon’s Screams and the—”
“—Divided Chosen’s Tears.”
The men smiled at each other beatifically, and the man that had apparently been holding Spike against the wall lowered his arm. As Spike lunged at them, the man waved his hand in a circle and the trio vanished, leaving Spike to fall through the space in which they’d been, and into the open room behind them.
He landed in a heap on the floor of the room that he’d shared with Drusilla, keening softly, not only for her loss, but also for his betrayal.
TBC
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