He was pacing back and forth. He hated this feeling of helplessness... Dru was off her bleedin’ rocker again. Alternating between whimpering an moaning as she relived her attack by the mob in Prague and screaming and getting hysterical at him about his golden ball of sunshine. It had reached the point of even the mere sight of him would set her off. He hadn’t seen her in two days and it was driving him batty. The worthless fledglings that passed for minions around here were in a deep state of terror. Just one false step or slip of the tongue would send him into a beserker rampage. Taking out all of his rage and frustration he had destroyed half a dozen of them before anything resembling sanity returned. The remaining vamps kept a low profile around him.
He couldn’t stand what this illness was doing to her... to them. She looked right through him. Not a trace of recognition half the time. When she did deign to notice him she screamed her bloody lungs out at him. A blood curdling wail that set his teeth on edge. She hated him now.... Not like she was ever playing with a full deck but now she rarely had any lucid moments. She was refusing to feed and was becoming increasingly frail. Worry for her was taking over almost all of his thoughts. He felt so alone and angry. There had to be a cure. He just needed to figure it out. Maybe that Watcher-git would have something useful lying about. Something that would make her well again. His dark princess was all that he thought about... That and the new slayer.
Ever since he had saw he in the Bronze dancing with her friends he had thought about just what he would do to her when he got her alone. This one was still so young and shiny. She hadn’t found out that no matter how many bad guys she killed there would always be more coming. His fantasies about her were the only thing that got his mind off of Dru’s blasted predicament. His favorite one was where he met her in the factory with all of the machines on and running to provide extra distraction for her weak senses. There he would taunt her until she was trembling with fear. The sweet smell of her blood mixed with the tang of her fear would be ambrosia to him. Calling to him irresistibly. He knew that this Slayer was good, possibly better that the ones he had faced before but all he needed was for her to make one mistake. Then she would be all his.
This is where his fantasies diverged down many different paths. Sometimes killing her outright with the pounding of the machinery counterpoint to the pounding of her blood. Sometimes taking her to the boiler room of the factory where everything would be lit up in the blood red glow of the fires. There he could spend hours... days... dragging out the slow torture and feasting upon her blood. The begging that he wanted to hear from her lips. The ultimate surrender when she died another conquest of William the Bloody. Sometime going an entirely different route that left him shaking with need and more pissed off than usual.
He had never wanted to beat a Slayer as bad as he wanted to with this one. There was something about her that struck up an answering note within him. A challenge. It had been such a long time since anything had truly interested him. She was unique. Her battle techniques were sound but a little unorthodox. That’s why he had the brilliant idea to have her videotaped. It was so he could watch her... fighting technique.
‘Hey where the bloody hell is that poncy, nancy-boy... He should have been back here a couple of hours ago. I want my soddin’ tape.’ A generous swallow of Jack accompanied that thought. Half a bottle latter he was treated to the sight of the fledgling that he was looking for.
“‘Bout bloody time,” he growled. “What took you so long, you stupid git?”
The minion’s eye grew round as saucers as he took in the sight of a thoroughly soused master vampire in front of him. It all came out in a rush, “I taped the fight like you wanted me to but then I had a thought that maybe you might want to be more familiar with the layout of the Slayer’s house. So I followed her home. At a very safe distance. She never even sensed me... too worked up about something. I made a preliminary sweep and got it on tape for you to plan with.” He finished with a gulp.
Spike’s grin grew wolfish. The minion trembled but knew better than to even try to take a step. Fast as lightning Spike’s hand shot out and grabbed the Handycam from out of his grasp.
“What’s your name maggot?”
“Uhh..Uhh.. Lucius..”
“Right. Well now Lucius you are now my Lieutenant, my right hand man. I could use a vamp who has half a brain and the balls to use it. Go grab yourself a plump one from Dru’s private stock. You’ll have to replace her mind you but this is worth some type of reward.”
“Th-th-thank you, master...” Bowing and scraping Lucius couldn’t believe his good luck. He had thought he was a goner. Then he inwardly groaned. Lieutenant. That meant that he was going to have to be ready to fight the Slayer at a moments notice. He would have to have a turn at trying to convince Dru to eat as well as hunt for her. There was no upsides to this... He turned away and started for the pen where they kept dinner. Might as well take him up on his offer. Who knows when he was going to be able to go out and hunt for himself with all off the new duties that he would be expected to preform.
He was going to have to make an announcement of this gits promotion. Or whatever they called it... Oh right... elevation. All this pomp and circumstance. The rituals and rites that the Order demanded rubbed him the wrong way. The Order of Aurelius was more trouble than it was soddin’ worth. I could give a rats ass what the stupid wankers are off doing with their free time as long as they come when called. He dismissed these annoying thoughts and focused on one much more pleasurable.
Spike leaned back in his chair and ran his tongue over his now blunt teeth. “Let’s see where you live Slayer...” he said as he popped in the video. white static noise filled the air.
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