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Author's Note: After Becoming. Between my two stories, Evening in Los Angeles and Not Too Late.
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Part Six
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"What the *Hell* do you want, Rickster,"Spike growled. Rickster grinned at Spike amiably.
"Well, now...that's a tough question to answer,"drawled Rickster as he went closer to Joyce, who stood up slowly. Rickster's stomach growled, and he grinned evilly."But then again maybe it's not. I'm hungry, and the Slayer's Mom seems pretty good to eat. Little beaten and dusty, though."
"You get the hell away from me,"Joyce warned. Rickster simply grinned at her.
"Well, now, mom. Is that any way to talk to me? An old friend? 'Sides I owe you for that blast of holy water in Los Angeles,"he growled."It wasn't very nice."
Rickster quickly grabbed her neck."I guess that I ought to teach you a lesson."
"Leave her alone!"Spike growled as he struggled to get up and out from under the debris he was trapped in. Rickster looked at the vampire and laughed at the pinned vampire.
"Not on your life, Spikey boy! Not on your life! After I'm through with her, the Slayer'd find you, here with her all drained, and she'd stake you, not me,"Rickster laughed. Spike stopped struggling and stared at him. Rickster looked at Joyce."Yer brat's here, mom. The Slayer's San fran looking for you. Too bad she'll find you dead!"
Rickster opened his mouth wide, going for her neck. Joyce struggled harder, but his grip was too strong. Spike desperately looked around him for somthing to get him out from under the debris of rock.
Then a loud happy chuckle was heard in the tunnels. Then frantic clapping. From behind Rickster, and Spike. Spike twisted to see behind him, and Joyce widened her eyes. Rickster looked to see who was interrupting his dinner.
A small figure stepped out from the shadows, madly dancing and smiling gleefully. His evil, twisted face widened at the sight before him. His stringy seaweed hair waved madly in the dark as he bobbed his head."Oh, goodie! Goodie! Food! Food! Toys! Toys!"he cackled.
"What the hell are you?"Rickster growled.
The creature ignored him."Toy! Toy! Come play with Kappas! Play with kappas! Make Kappas pretty! Pretty!"
Rickster dropped Joyce to the ground and rushed at the mad little thing. Deftly, the little demon stood aside and tripped Rickster. When Rickster was on the floor, it quickly grabbed at his face, and then exposed the demon's neck. The long teeth clamped on to it, and seconds later, Rickster was a pile of ashes.
Spike stared at the little demon in horror. Joyce looked frantically around her for a weapon. The demon paid them no mind, and started to rub his face with Rickster's ashes."Pretty!Pretty! Pretty Kappas now! Pretty!"
Then Kappas looked at Spike and smiled even more widely, showing all his sharp teeth."More pretty now! Want more!"
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