Hours later, Blair found Spike sitting dejectedly in an alley. His eyes were rimmed red with tears. “It only hurts because you want it to.” Blair told him. “If you just say the word then I can take it all away and turn you back into the monster you were born to be.”
Spike didn’t look up as he responded. “These ‘people with power’ you talk for, what’s in it for them?” Nicholas Blair’s brow creased with carefully measured confusion. “I’m sorry?” Spike stood up and pinned Blair against wall in one fluid blur of motion. “I look like a ponce to you?” He asked and tightened his grips around Blair’s throat. “No evil overlord worth his salt goes around giving out hand outs unless he’s getting something out of it.” Spike slammed Blair’s head against the wall with only a quarter of the force he could muster but it was enough to make Blair cry out in pain. “So what’s yours getting?”
Blair groaned in pain. “A weapon.”
“Against who?” Spike growled.
“The Slayer.” Blair croaked. “And Angel.” Spike was furious enough to actually roar as he hurled Blair against the opposite wall. “Angel’s dead.” Spike snarled “And you said the same thing about Buffy. I think somebody’s been lying to me.” Blair scurried into a sitting position and wiped a smear of blood from his mouth. “That was plan A.” He was smirking now. “We’ve moved onto plan B.” “Plan B?” Spike repeated and turned around to find a pair of large demons blocking the exit to the alley. Spike heard the crunch of bone as his face shifted to reveal his vampiric nature. “Hope you have a plan C.” Spike remarked as he crouched into a fighting stance and gestured the beasts forward.
The demons merely snarled in response and stalked forward, giving Spike a chance to fully size them up. They were big, easily north of 7 foot and covered in short black fur. Built like apes, each one was slightly slack jawed to reveal a mouth full of mismatched fangs protruding past the lips. The real danger was not the teeth, but the arms. Each demon possessed a set of four, each arm with muscles larger than Spike’s head. The Vampire feinted left, hoping to draw the demon off. But the beast was quick, as soon as Spike darted back to the right it grabbed onto him and flung Spike to the end of the alley like he was no heavier than a sack of flour. He cried out in pain as his body made a crater against the side of a dumpster and slid to the filth caked floor. Still on his knees, Spike shook his ringing head and forced himself back to his feet. “Right” he said more to himself than his opponents “straight on it is.”
Spike launched himself at the demons, batting away a fist and hammering a punch into the demon’s face before turning and dealing it’s partner a swift kick between the legs. The demon roared under the force but remained upright. Spike tilted his head, “You must be Mrs. filthy ape monster.” He surmised before lunging at the thing with a head butt. While the demon was disoriented Spike’s hand shot forward in a crooked claw, his index and middle fingers plunged into the beast’s left eye socket and he yanked them out just as quickly, taking out the thing’s eye as well. With that one down and out for the moment and least Spike turned to the other one only to find that the demon had recovered.
When Spike was facing it again the thing hit him hard enough to nearly knock his head from his shoulders and with more than enough force to send him flying 10 feet into the air head over heels. Spike completed a pair of somersaults before crashing back to the ground headfirst. Spike was nearly unconscious but still coherent enough to realize that the demon had picked him up, one arm wrapped tight around each of his limbs and that Blair was now approaching him with a black crystal pulsing with dark energy.
“You’re going to work for us, Spike.” He said. “And if you don’t want to now, you will soon.” Spike screamed with pain that was more than physical as Blair stabbed the crystal into his heart. The mystical artifact quaked and tremored in the wound as it absorbed the soul from the vampire’s body.
*A Week earlier*
Spike and Angel fought back to back against a horde of demons, Gunn long since decapitated and Illyria consumed by a blast of dragon’s fire. Blood from various wounds ran with rain water down their bodies as they battled on. “How long you think we’ve been going at it?” Spike asked as he parried an axe slash and sliced a blow across the throat of the offending demon. “Oh, silly me.” Angel remarked, still finding the spirit to inject his voice with a liberal dose of sarcasm. “I took the sword without a clock in the- ah!” His comment was cut short as thrown knife pierced into the meat of his shoulder. He yanked the blade out of his flesh and hurled it back into the mob; fervently hoping it pierced the skull of whoever threw it in the first place.
“Oh, big tough vamp.” Spike chuckled as Angel resumed his struggle. “You’re talking about killing a dragon and you can’t even handle some goblin with a half decent throwing arm.” Angel glanced away from the battle long enough to give Spike a scathing look. “You think I couldn’t take a dragon?” he challenged. “Please, mate.” Spike scoffed. “You couldn’t take me.” Angel glanced up to see the dragon swooping down towards them for another attack. “Watch me!” he roared and leapt into the air. Rebounding off the grating of a fifth story fire escape, Angel hurtled towards the dragon.
“Angel!” Spike shouted as he saw his grand sire plunge his sword into the dragon’s shoulder and cling to a spiny ridge on it’s back. Spike could only watch helplessly as the dragon soared out of sight, Angel still hacking at it’s back.
*Now*
Angel lay in a deserted stretch of mountains outside of L.A. his legs stretched out uselessly before him as he leaned restlessly against the dead dragon’s side. Angle had remained on the dragon for another 20 minutes, stabbing and slashing as the beast dived and barrel rolled in constant attempts to dislodge it’s unwanted passenger before finally succumbing to Angel’s relentless assault.
The only problem was that the beast had slammed into a mountainside with Angel still along with it.
The vampire had crashed into the rocking wall with bone shattering force, damaging his body further still when he slashed himself numerous times against the dragon’s spiny ridges as he landed on it. A week later and Angel was still in the mountain, drinking blood from the dragon’s massive corpse that was still remarkably good even after a week and hiding beneath one of it’s wings during the day. He had lived through too much to be killed by an errant ray of sun light now.
Angel was nearly mad with impatience.
He needed to heal.
He needed to get back to the city and find Spike even if the only thing left was a pile of dust.
He needed to find Buffy.
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