Spike walked into the Bronze, still carrying the Slayer in his arms. There was a second Slayer, apparently. He knew that Dru’d bagged herself a Slayer during the Acathla business, but he hadn’t known that the new one had wound up in Sunnydale.
If the rumors were true, her name was Faith, and she was Angelus’s new obsession. Whatever Angel obsessed over, Angelus did the same. Guy had a thing for Slayers, apparently.
And from what this Slayer said, the rumors were true. Something bad was going down, and there was no way he wouldn't be fighting.
Yeah, it pissed him off something awful that the military whelps had put a chip in his head to make sure that he helped out the white hats. But that didn’t matter too much—it wasn’t like he’d never fought with the Slayer before.
She was kind of interesting; and a Slayer that he didn’t mind. If it didn't completely turn his stomach, he’d have sired the girl a long time ago. But taking another one of Angelus’s castoffs was something he was in no rush to do. Besides, girl wasn’t altogether fond of him. Might not be a good idea.
“So, the rumors are true!” he shouted. “Where’s my grandsire?”
“Who’re you?” asked one of the vampiric dancers. The Bronze was filled with them; Angelus and the Master were the only ones that could’ve accomplished something like this.
“’M William the Bloody, ‘f you’d like to be specific. But I kind of prefer Spike, myself.” He smiled. “I heard Angelus was back in town, and got him a present. So where is he?”
“How do we know you’re really Spike?” A big, burly looking vampire stood in front of him.
“If you want to know how I got my name, that’s fine by me. But if you’d prefer to keep the few brains that you have in that walnut of yours, then step aside. That’s how you know.” He smirked smugly.
“William the Bloody with another Slayer,” muttered the vampire.
“That’s right. Mind moving?”
The vampire moved without saying anything else. Spike walked through the crowd, feeling a little jealous when one of the vampires reached out to touch the Slayer’s hair. He restrained a territorial growl. Bugger all, she was his Slayer. His to touch, and his to kill. Not now, of course, but later.
He started down the stairs. Her body thudded against his chest, and he could practically feel her glaring at him. “Don't want to wake up yet, pet,” he told her softly, hoping that the others couldn’t hear him.
“I heard you upstairs, Spike. Didn’t I tell you not to come back?”
“Why get mad, Angelus? I did bring you a gift, after all. For the price of your goodwill, and your not attacking me, I give you this lovely blond Slayer. To have and to hold, to kill and to drink of, forever and ever amen.” He uplifted his eyebrows.
“And what’s this? Another little bird, eh? I heard the other was in Sunnydale, but I didn’t know it was true.”
“This is Faith. Faith, say hello to Spike.”
“It’s a pleasure,” said Spike, after the dark haired Slayer had been quiet for a few seconds, glaring at him.
“What did you do to her?”
“Who, Buffy? Snuck into her house, knocked her out, decided to see if the rumors were true. If not, was planning on having a nice go-round with her once she woke up. It’s been about twenty years since my last Slayer; figured I could have another one now.”
He smiled, watching Faith’s reaction.
“Found a military boy in her house with her, matter of fact. They tried to work a deal with me. Knocked him out—he’s still outside, by the way—and used his tranquilizer on the blond here. Which reminds me, she should be coming around soon. Did you want her, or not?”
Angelus stared at him stonily for another moment, then smiled. “Of course, my boy. It’s good to see you again. I’m sorry that it was so rough last time I was here—just getting used to being outside again. That, and I was a wee bit obsessed with Buffy, here. But now that she’s joined me, I think things are setting up to be pretty good.”
“Good.” Spike switched his smile to Angelus. “Now…. I also heard that you’ve got some fanged version of the Scoobies hanging around here somewhere.”
“Xander! Willow!” Angelus called them, never taking his eyes off of Spike. They both walked into the room.
“Is it true?” Xander had a grin on his face. “You’re really here to join the gang?”
“Eavesdropping isn’t good for you,” warned Spike.
“You have another puppy outside.” Willow gave him a winning expression. “You said you brought it to play with—one of the soldier-puppies? Can I have it?”
“Willow just loves puppies,” Angelus explained to Spike.
“I can see that. Got a bit of Dru in her, hasn’t she? Yeah, pet. There’s a soldier-puppy outside. Why don’t you and your mate come with me to get it? I think I made a few enemies up there the first time around.” Spike turned, waiting for them to follow.
“Come on, Xander.” Willow walked after Spike. She didn’t hurry, but she was eager to see the new puppy. Xander followed, loving to see Willow go at it.
“And hello, there, Buff. You don’t call, you don’t send flowers—then all of a sudden, you just show up, unconscious. What am I supposed to think?”
She tried to blink.
“B! B, you’ve got to wake up!” yelled Faith.
“There’s things that he does, things that you need to know; him and those two freak twins of Xander and Willow! B, you can’t stay like that, you have to—” Angelus hit her in the face.
“No spoiling the games, Faith. Buffy’s going to find out soon enough.” He smiled at the two Slayers—one just waking up on the floor, the other still in chains.
It was impressive, that Faith was holding out so long. He wondered if Buffy could do the same.
Angelus heard footsteps on the stairs. Four pairs—had something gone wrong? No…. Xander and Willow, Spike, and—
“Why, you didn’t tell me you’d found Captain Vampire Slayer himself? You do know, boy, that it is usually girls doing that?”
Riley glared at him.
“Well, you could be a Slayer—got that slender, girlish figure…. And the evil stares…. But I’ll bet you haven’t got the witty comebacks. No, those are pure Slayer-heritage.” Angelus chuckled.
“Yeah. You did know, Angelus, that these two tried to work a deal with me? Real Xander and Willow came back to town, it seems.”
“Did they, now? I trust you gave them a proper welcome.”
“Red had an interesting taste—strawberries. They were ripe, of course. The whelp, ah, he was a disappointment. But they made a pretty picture in the Slayer’s bedroom. Should’ve waited for the Watcher to get home. Point is, the Slayer and the military boy here, tried to convince me to help them. Even agreed, to an extent. Didn’t I, Slayer?”
Buffy tried to open her eyes again. This was all making sense. Spike would never help them; Spike wouldn’t want to help them.
“But thing is, they’re no match for you. We know that. Have at the two of them. You deserve it.” Spike gave his grandsire a smile, gentler than any of the others.
“Xander and Willow?” asked Buffy weakly. (It actually came out more like “Xer n Wo?”)
“Oh, they’re dead, right enough, love. Did you really think I’d let the lot of you get away with it?” He laughed at her.
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