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Ok, here's a new chapter of Just a Fling. I have been obsessing over it, and have more written. Expect more soon
Thanks to evilawyer for the great suggestions and watching my back with this chapter.
Just A Fling
Chapter 12
Join the Party
Late the next afternoon, Buffy went out and found a sympathetic local butcher and stocked up a supply of blood for Spike. When she knocked on his bedroom door, he answered with one hand on the door knob and one on his forehead. His groan was heartfelt, and she laughed while enjoying the view of him shirtless. He groaned some more from the sound of her laughter.
‘Oh my gosh. What a yummy set of muscles! Was she drooling?’ Buffy wanted to run her tongue over every one of his highly defined muscles and nip his nipples, but only after she used both hands to feel every inch. But now, a little teasing. She imitated a child’s voice. “What’s wrong? Is the big bad a big baby?”
“Shut your gob.” Spike sniffed a couple of times and focused on the bag she was holding. “What’s in the bag, Slayer?”
Buffy waved her parcel below Spike’s nose, swinging it from side to side. Her smile was smug. “You must be really hung over if you can’t tell on your own. Now, deep breath.”
Spike opened his mouth to argue, but this time Buffy put the bag a centimeter below his nose. “Come on. Breathe deeply.”
He inhaled once, then twice, then quickly several times. Buffy laughed when his demon visage came to the forefront. How had he missed the smell when he first opened the door? Stupid, sexy vampire. But playing with him had made his lapse perfect.
Taking his hand off the door knob, Spike growled at the woman teasing him. “Hangovers are a bloody bitch.”
Buffy laughed at him when he looked up at her with golden eyes. “Yummy, huh?” Buffy was struck by his control. His eyes were golden but the wrinkles and fangs disappeared. Amazing. She didn’t know of another vampire that had such control, not even Angel. Spike was definitely an oddity in his species.
“Nummy treat, luv. Just nummy.” He grabbed the bag, stomped over to a small table and started unpacking the blood.
“Good thing there is a small frig in the main room. I put the rest there. Hope the room service isn’t nosy, or they better have a strong stomach.” Buffy eyed the open door to his room for a moment. “Don’t mind if I do come in, thanks for asking.” While he continued to ignore her and drank, Buffy snooped through his stuff. “Black, black, black, black. No shock there.” With her back to him, screening her actions, she rubbed a cotton t-shirt between her fingers. Not wanting to get caught in such an intimate gesture, she put it down. Giving up on any more snooping, she turned to face him and to admire his chest again. “So where to tonight, oh tourist guide of mine?”
“Dinner for me now.” He wiped a single dribble that had made its way down his chin. Buffy just couldn’t seem to make herself care as she watched. In fact, even though her stomach should be heaving, she still found him sexy. “Then dinner for you, and off we go to Hyde Park, pet. Not sure what we are going to do there, though. It’s a bloody big city, and we don’t have the foggiest where to start other than SW.”
Not really following what he said, she had one more nosy thought. Buffy turned back to Spike’s bag and searched for underwear but found none. No surprise that this mondo masculine vampire went commando. “You said SW is mega big, and we go to some park?”
“No, we are just going to take a little tour through Hyde Park. Then we can take up the chase.” Spike shoved her away from his clothes and pulled a t-shirt over his head. He sincerely hoped she wouldn’t ask about Hyde Park. He didn’t want to admit that the William in him was having a bout of nostalgia and wanted to see the park he had played in as a child again. God, he needed to cram William back into his nook.
Although he hadn’t realized it, Spike had spoken with his original voice, the one he had used when he and Buffy were in the warehouse. Buffy laughed at his hoity toity accent as she asked, “Are we back to playing doctor?”
Whipping back around to face her, Spike arched his scarred brow. He hadn’t even realized he had fallen back to his original accent. Damn William and his reminiscing. “Maybe…do you need a check up, Miss Summers?”
Thinking long and hard, Buffy unknowingly licked her lips while she looked him up and down. But then she sighed. “Maybe later.” Business had to come first. Damn it.
Hovering between disappointment and laughter, Spike finished up his dinner. “Maybe?”
“Maybe, blood breath.” She teased him with a saucy wink his way, but then she squirmed around him and out the door while trying to rid herself of the heat he caused between her legs. The upside was that she could promise herself fun later for sure.
Picking up his coat and heading out behind her, Spike groaned. “What a way to tease a poor, full, but randy vampire…”
She glanced at him over her shoulder. There was that heat again. “Are you ever not ‘randy’?”
“No, but I’ve been empty before…” Spike dodged the swipe of her hand but couldn’t help but smile when he heard her laughter. He was doing that too much lately. Watching her descend the stairs in front of him, Spike told himself that he should be kicking her arse, not ogling it. But what a lovely arse it was…
*****
Buffy stopped in the middle of a wide expanse of grass. Placing her hands on her hips, she faced the blonde vampire while shaking her head. She was more than ready to return to the Marble Arch Underground Station. Way more fun than grass and more grass. She could see that in Sunnydale. “So, this is the famous Hyde Park?”
Amused but not wanting to show it, Spike flicked his fag’s ashes at her before waving his hand. “That it is, pet.”
Batting at the ashes, Buffy glared at him before answering. “But it’s…it’s…it’s just a park.”
With his head tilted far to the side, Spike stopped his aimless strolling and stared at her. Then he shook his head and started walking again, leaving her to catch up. “Summers, you should get out of cemeteries more often.”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “And you should have stayed buried in one, grandpa.”
He loved her sharp wit. “Been there, done that. Care to see the pictures?” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Besides, I should have already put you in your grave, wench.”
“Why haven’t you, gramps? Oh yeah, you’re grrh challenged.” This was the part of being with Spike that Buffy loved best, if you didn’t include their time spent in bed. She loved the way they bantered back and forth, playing off of each other with as much ease as when they were fighting. Yeah, she had to admit Spike did have more than great sex in the positive column.
While she was reflecting, Spike had put his hands out on either side of her neck and was shaking from the effort of holding himself back from strangling her. ‘Grrh challenged.’ Ha! Letting his hands fall back to his sides, he laughed to himself. ‘Wouldn’t she be surprised that I can actually kill now that the pesky zap to the brain factor no longer existed. Lucky for her, she’s off to play hide and seek.’ Swaggering behind her, Spike continued to smoke as he watched her skip off into a grove of trees.
He let her go ahead of him, skipping for God’s sake, until he saw a couple of shadows move in the trees to either side of where Buffy had entered. As he looked closer, he saw flashes of light that, if he wasn’t mistaken, were moonlight reflecting off steel. Then he heard the unmistakable sounds of a fight. ‘Damn.’ Spike took off at a run. ‘She finds all the fun.’ Now he could see more figures moving in. ‘The more the merrier,’ he always thought. That was until he heard the Slayer yell for him. “Hang on, Slayer. Be there in a sec.” His stomach felt as though it dropped to the ground with foreboding. The Slayer wouldn’t cry out if she wasn’t in some kind of serious trouble.
Buffy wasn’t sure what had happened. One moment she had been laughing at Spike, and the next, she was being attacked from all sides. What she did know was that they were carrying wide swords and smelled awful. The demons looked like human that had never shaved or seen a dentist. She fought off the first three, taking a sword from the last one, but before she had time to catch her breath, five more were on her. “Spike!” Where was the pest when she needed him? She knew that wasn’t fair. Spike was always up for a good fight, she thought with a smile. She had to admit that she was, too. There’s that dark side turning up the heat again. Add “exhilarating” to the list of adjectives for darkness.
Her opponents had more force than skill. She quickly disarmed her next attacker with a well placed kick and ran him through with his own sword before cutting the head off the next. After snapping the next ones neck, she took one out with a spin kick and stab. By that time at least ten more fighters had joined the party but so had her vampire. Hers?? Vampire, Buffy, just vampire.
Spike went after the nearest attacker and looked over his first opponent to see what they were dealing with. If he didn’t know better, he would say that they were…pirates. Pirates? Just as Buffy had, Spike immediately gained a sword and started taking the pirates down. They faded away as the other monsters had. Definitely not human. If he had to guess, there were at least twenty standing, but they were not stellar fighters. However, they did have some organization. Spike could hear someone shouting orders. “Flanking maneuver on the wench, maties.” That got Spike’s attention. He moved as quickly as he could so that he was watching her back. Buffy and Spike made a large dent in their numbers, but when they got down to five, Buffy was knocked to the ground with one pirate’s sword at her throat. Spike was pinned against a tree with two swords pointed at him, stabbing wouldn’t hurt him but that pesky head from the shoulders bit could get in the way of a good row.
Behind Buffy’s attacker, a pirate spoke up with a thick English accent. “Let’s see what we have here, mates. Me orders were to kill a wee lass. A slayer, she be. But we also have a bloke in the melee. What to do? What to do?”
Buffy couldn’t believe her eyes. This was just too bizarre. A monster, a monster’s bride, and a mad scientist. And now…now she was looking at pirates, and the one that had just joined the party was obviously the captain, judging from the Pirates of the Caribbean feathered hat. “What to do? Easy. Run on back to your boat, and Spike and I don’t have to kill the rest of you.”
“Slayer, he’s missing his hand.” Spike was able to push away from the tree. “Hey, bath deprived, why don’t you show your nub to the class.” A sword’s point was lifted up to his face, forcing him back again.
“Aye, so you like my little toy.” The pirate captain held up the attachment at the end of his arm. “All the better to filet a tasty lass.” With his hook, he popped the first two buttons of her top.
Shaking her head on the ground, Buffy was still in denial. “Your hook…a hook…You’re Captain Hook from Peter Pan. No. Nah. Captain Hook?”
“In all of his aromatic glory, pet.” Spike called over to her before taunting Captain Hook. “Sure you don’t have a dead, rotting fish in that coat, Cap?”
Hook looked over his shoulder at Spike with distaste. “Ah, ye have a mouth on ye, boy. Not fit for walking me plank, ye aren’t. Be lopping off ye head, I will.”
At the mention of beheading Spike, Buffy tried to surge forward but was stopped by a prick of a sword. Blood dripped down her neck. When Spike got a whiff, she could hear him growl.
Buffy tried to intercede before Spike did something stupid that would get his head separated from his shoulders. “There will be no head offing, plank walking or running through-ing. Tell your fellow pirate guys to back off, or we will be doing the through running.”
Hook threw back his head, laughing deep and full. “So the lass has some fire to her.”
Spike had to chuckle himself at the Slayer’s bravado and use of words, or rather her special Buffy wording. “Look, Cap, all we need is a little information, and we all can go our merry ways.”
“It’s easy for us, lad. The lass dies. No information needed for no head.” Buffy could see the captain bracing himself for the blow. “Right. Boys, let’s be done with this.”
Buffy barely moved out of the way of the sword at her neck as it began to move. She rolled to her right, straight to her feet, grabbing a sword laying on the ground as she went. In one swift motion directed at the pirate that had had her pinned, she did as the Captain suggested and severed the pirate’s head clean off. Spike was having more trouble with his two pirates who could actually fight. She engaged one to help him out.
Spike was happy for her help. After a minute or two, he took out his share of the pirate pair and moved onto the Captain. But before he could face Hook, the pirate captain faked and took him unawares. In a split second, a blade was pressed against Spike’s neck.
Buffy finished hers and looked up just as Hook pulled his sword back. Rushing him, Buffy ran him through. She watched the infamous pirate fall to the ground. However, much to her surprise, instead of getting up, brushing himself off, and making a few smart ass comments, Spike jumped up and relieved Hook of his coat and hat just as the pirate began to fade away. While beating the dirt off of the coat, he flashed a frustrated glare Buffy’s way. “You stupid bint, we didn’t get any intel from him.”
Standing with her hands on her hips, Buffy quirked back, “You’re welcome.”
Looking for some type of success, hoping to garner some type of accomplishment from the encounter, Spike searched the pockets and found an envelope. “Bit a paper left. Well, the information is still not complete, but we have a street. Hortensia Road in SW. One more clue, my dear Watson.”
Buffy prayed that the fear she had felt as the captain started to behead Spike wasn’t showing, but she was sure of her reply. “I don’t care. Spike, he was going to kill you.”
He tilted his head to the side and looked at her closely. If he didn’t know better he would have thought that she had cared about whether he died or not. Stranger still, the thought made him tingle inside. Tingle? Food for thought - later. Play now.
*****
Across town on Hortensia Street, someone watched on his computer as his Captain Hook went down. He threw up his hands in frustration, kicked a chair across the room, and began to pace. Another of his creations down. He was four and zero.
True, he had only expected the Slayer to die when he originally planned his attacks, but there was the other variable he hadn’t planned on. William the Bloody. Slayer of Slayers. At first, he had thought this was a stroke of luck. The problem was that the vampire wasn’t slaying the slayer but slaying his villains. Regardless, Spike added some spice to the mix. He would just have to go for both. Ok, he needed to crack down now, make his moves and go for a win. The conjurer pulled out a couple of volumes and started his research. After finding a satisfying new plan, he turned back to his computer to put his idea in motion. He lit the five black candles, waved his incense, and settled down at his mouse and keyboard.
*****
TBC
Ah, the main villain is beginning to show up. What to do now?
Thanks for reading.
Dana
Thanks to evilawyer for the great suggestions and watching my back with this chapter.
Just A Fling
Chapter 12
Join the Party
Late the next afternoon, Buffy went out and found a sympathetic local butcher and stocked up a supply of blood for Spike. When she knocked on his bedroom door, he answered with one hand on the door knob and one on his forehead. His groan was heartfelt, and she laughed while enjoying the view of him shirtless. He groaned some more from the sound of her laughter.
‘Oh my gosh. What a yummy set of muscles! Was she drooling?’ Buffy wanted to run her tongue over every one of his highly defined muscles and nip his nipples, but only after she used both hands to feel every inch. But now, a little teasing. She imitated a child’s voice. “What’s wrong? Is the big bad a big baby?”
“Shut your gob.” Spike sniffed a couple of times and focused on the bag she was holding. “What’s in the bag, Slayer?”
Buffy waved her parcel below Spike’s nose, swinging it from side to side. Her smile was smug. “You must be really hung over if you can’t tell on your own. Now, deep breath.”
Spike opened his mouth to argue, but this time Buffy put the bag a centimeter below his nose. “Come on. Breathe deeply.”
He inhaled once, then twice, then quickly several times. Buffy laughed when his demon visage came to the forefront. How had he missed the smell when he first opened the door? Stupid, sexy vampire. But playing with him had made his lapse perfect.
Taking his hand off the door knob, Spike growled at the woman teasing him. “Hangovers are a bloody bitch.”
Buffy laughed at him when he looked up at her with golden eyes. “Yummy, huh?” Buffy was struck by his control. His eyes were golden but the wrinkles and fangs disappeared. Amazing. She didn’t know of another vampire that had such control, not even Angel. Spike was definitely an oddity in his species.
“Nummy treat, luv. Just nummy.” He grabbed the bag, stomped over to a small table and started unpacking the blood.
“Good thing there is a small frig in the main room. I put the rest there. Hope the room service isn’t nosy, or they better have a strong stomach.” Buffy eyed the open door to his room for a moment. “Don’t mind if I do come in, thanks for asking.” While he continued to ignore her and drank, Buffy snooped through his stuff. “Black, black, black, black. No shock there.” With her back to him, screening her actions, she rubbed a cotton t-shirt between her fingers. Not wanting to get caught in such an intimate gesture, she put it down. Giving up on any more snooping, she turned to face him and to admire his chest again. “So where to tonight, oh tourist guide of mine?”
“Dinner for me now.” He wiped a single dribble that had made its way down his chin. Buffy just couldn’t seem to make herself care as she watched. In fact, even though her stomach should be heaving, she still found him sexy. “Then dinner for you, and off we go to Hyde Park, pet. Not sure what we are going to do there, though. It’s a bloody big city, and we don’t have the foggiest where to start other than SW.”
Not really following what he said, she had one more nosy thought. Buffy turned back to Spike’s bag and searched for underwear but found none. No surprise that this mondo masculine vampire went commando. “You said SW is mega big, and we go to some park?”
“No, we are just going to take a little tour through Hyde Park. Then we can take up the chase.” Spike shoved her away from his clothes and pulled a t-shirt over his head. He sincerely hoped she wouldn’t ask about Hyde Park. He didn’t want to admit that the William in him was having a bout of nostalgia and wanted to see the park he had played in as a child again. God, he needed to cram William back into his nook.
Although he hadn’t realized it, Spike had spoken with his original voice, the one he had used when he and Buffy were in the warehouse. Buffy laughed at his hoity toity accent as she asked, “Are we back to playing doctor?”
Whipping back around to face her, Spike arched his scarred brow. He hadn’t even realized he had fallen back to his original accent. Damn William and his reminiscing. “Maybe…do you need a check up, Miss Summers?”
Thinking long and hard, Buffy unknowingly licked her lips while she looked him up and down. But then she sighed. “Maybe later.” Business had to come first. Damn it.
Hovering between disappointment and laughter, Spike finished up his dinner. “Maybe?”
“Maybe, blood breath.” She teased him with a saucy wink his way, but then she squirmed around him and out the door while trying to rid herself of the heat he caused between her legs. The upside was that she could promise herself fun later for sure.
Picking up his coat and heading out behind her, Spike groaned. “What a way to tease a poor, full, but randy vampire…”
She glanced at him over her shoulder. There was that heat again. “Are you ever not ‘randy’?”
“No, but I’ve been empty before…” Spike dodged the swipe of her hand but couldn’t help but smile when he heard her laughter. He was doing that too much lately. Watching her descend the stairs in front of him, Spike told himself that he should be kicking her arse, not ogling it. But what a lovely arse it was…
*****
Buffy stopped in the middle of a wide expanse of grass. Placing her hands on her hips, she faced the blonde vampire while shaking her head. She was more than ready to return to the Marble Arch Underground Station. Way more fun than grass and more grass. She could see that in Sunnydale. “So, this is the famous Hyde Park?”
Amused but not wanting to show it, Spike flicked his fag’s ashes at her before waving his hand. “That it is, pet.”
Batting at the ashes, Buffy glared at him before answering. “But it’s…it’s…it’s just a park.”
With his head tilted far to the side, Spike stopped his aimless strolling and stared at her. Then he shook his head and started walking again, leaving her to catch up. “Summers, you should get out of cemeteries more often.”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “And you should have stayed buried in one, grandpa.”
He loved her sharp wit. “Been there, done that. Care to see the pictures?” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Besides, I should have already put you in your grave, wench.”
“Why haven’t you, gramps? Oh yeah, you’re grrh challenged.” This was the part of being with Spike that Buffy loved best, if you didn’t include their time spent in bed. She loved the way they bantered back and forth, playing off of each other with as much ease as when they were fighting. Yeah, she had to admit Spike did have more than great sex in the positive column.
While she was reflecting, Spike had put his hands out on either side of her neck and was shaking from the effort of holding himself back from strangling her. ‘Grrh challenged.’ Ha! Letting his hands fall back to his sides, he laughed to himself. ‘Wouldn’t she be surprised that I can actually kill now that the pesky zap to the brain factor no longer existed. Lucky for her, she’s off to play hide and seek.’ Swaggering behind her, Spike continued to smoke as he watched her skip off into a grove of trees.
He let her go ahead of him, skipping for God’s sake, until he saw a couple of shadows move in the trees to either side of where Buffy had entered. As he looked closer, he saw flashes of light that, if he wasn’t mistaken, were moonlight reflecting off steel. Then he heard the unmistakable sounds of a fight. ‘Damn.’ Spike took off at a run. ‘She finds all the fun.’ Now he could see more figures moving in. ‘The more the merrier,’ he always thought. That was until he heard the Slayer yell for him. “Hang on, Slayer. Be there in a sec.” His stomach felt as though it dropped to the ground with foreboding. The Slayer wouldn’t cry out if she wasn’t in some kind of serious trouble.
Buffy wasn’t sure what had happened. One moment she had been laughing at Spike, and the next, she was being attacked from all sides. What she did know was that they were carrying wide swords and smelled awful. The demons looked like human that had never shaved or seen a dentist. She fought off the first three, taking a sword from the last one, but before she had time to catch her breath, five more were on her. “Spike!” Where was the pest when she needed him? She knew that wasn’t fair. Spike was always up for a good fight, she thought with a smile. She had to admit that she was, too. There’s that dark side turning up the heat again. Add “exhilarating” to the list of adjectives for darkness.
Her opponents had more force than skill. She quickly disarmed her next attacker with a well placed kick and ran him through with his own sword before cutting the head off the next. After snapping the next ones neck, she took one out with a spin kick and stab. By that time at least ten more fighters had joined the party but so had her vampire. Hers?? Vampire, Buffy, just vampire.
Spike went after the nearest attacker and looked over his first opponent to see what they were dealing with. If he didn’t know better, he would say that they were…pirates. Pirates? Just as Buffy had, Spike immediately gained a sword and started taking the pirates down. They faded away as the other monsters had. Definitely not human. If he had to guess, there were at least twenty standing, but they were not stellar fighters. However, they did have some organization. Spike could hear someone shouting orders. “Flanking maneuver on the wench, maties.” That got Spike’s attention. He moved as quickly as he could so that he was watching her back. Buffy and Spike made a large dent in their numbers, but when they got down to five, Buffy was knocked to the ground with one pirate’s sword at her throat. Spike was pinned against a tree with two swords pointed at him, stabbing wouldn’t hurt him but that pesky head from the shoulders bit could get in the way of a good row.
Behind Buffy’s attacker, a pirate spoke up with a thick English accent. “Let’s see what we have here, mates. Me orders were to kill a wee lass. A slayer, she be. But we also have a bloke in the melee. What to do? What to do?”
Buffy couldn’t believe her eyes. This was just too bizarre. A monster, a monster’s bride, and a mad scientist. And now…now she was looking at pirates, and the one that had just joined the party was obviously the captain, judging from the Pirates of the Caribbean feathered hat. “What to do? Easy. Run on back to your boat, and Spike and I don’t have to kill the rest of you.”
“Slayer, he’s missing his hand.” Spike was able to push away from the tree. “Hey, bath deprived, why don’t you show your nub to the class.” A sword’s point was lifted up to his face, forcing him back again.
“Aye, so you like my little toy.” The pirate captain held up the attachment at the end of his arm. “All the better to filet a tasty lass.” With his hook, he popped the first two buttons of her top.
Shaking her head on the ground, Buffy was still in denial. “Your hook…a hook…You’re Captain Hook from Peter Pan. No. Nah. Captain Hook?”
“In all of his aromatic glory, pet.” Spike called over to her before taunting Captain Hook. “Sure you don’t have a dead, rotting fish in that coat, Cap?”
Hook looked over his shoulder at Spike with distaste. “Ah, ye have a mouth on ye, boy. Not fit for walking me plank, ye aren’t. Be lopping off ye head, I will.”
At the mention of beheading Spike, Buffy tried to surge forward but was stopped by a prick of a sword. Blood dripped down her neck. When Spike got a whiff, she could hear him growl.
Buffy tried to intercede before Spike did something stupid that would get his head separated from his shoulders. “There will be no head offing, plank walking or running through-ing. Tell your fellow pirate guys to back off, or we will be doing the through running.”
Hook threw back his head, laughing deep and full. “So the lass has some fire to her.”
Spike had to chuckle himself at the Slayer’s bravado and use of words, or rather her special Buffy wording. “Look, Cap, all we need is a little information, and we all can go our merry ways.”
“It’s easy for us, lad. The lass dies. No information needed for no head.” Buffy could see the captain bracing himself for the blow. “Right. Boys, let’s be done with this.”
Buffy barely moved out of the way of the sword at her neck as it began to move. She rolled to her right, straight to her feet, grabbing a sword laying on the ground as she went. In one swift motion directed at the pirate that had had her pinned, she did as the Captain suggested and severed the pirate’s head clean off. Spike was having more trouble with his two pirates who could actually fight. She engaged one to help him out.
Spike was happy for her help. After a minute or two, he took out his share of the pirate pair and moved onto the Captain. But before he could face Hook, the pirate captain faked and took him unawares. In a split second, a blade was pressed against Spike’s neck.
Buffy finished hers and looked up just as Hook pulled his sword back. Rushing him, Buffy ran him through. She watched the infamous pirate fall to the ground. However, much to her surprise, instead of getting up, brushing himself off, and making a few smart ass comments, Spike jumped up and relieved Hook of his coat and hat just as the pirate began to fade away. While beating the dirt off of the coat, he flashed a frustrated glare Buffy’s way. “You stupid bint, we didn’t get any intel from him.”
Standing with her hands on her hips, Buffy quirked back, “You’re welcome.”
Looking for some type of success, hoping to garner some type of accomplishment from the encounter, Spike searched the pockets and found an envelope. “Bit a paper left. Well, the information is still not complete, but we have a street. Hortensia Road in SW. One more clue, my dear Watson.”
Buffy prayed that the fear she had felt as the captain started to behead Spike wasn’t showing, but she was sure of her reply. “I don’t care. Spike, he was going to kill you.”
He tilted his head to the side and looked at her closely. If he didn’t know better he would have thought that she had cared about whether he died or not. Stranger still, the thought made him tingle inside. Tingle? Food for thought - later. Play now.
*****
Across town on Hortensia Street, someone watched on his computer as his Captain Hook went down. He threw up his hands in frustration, kicked a chair across the room, and began to pace. Another of his creations down. He was four and zero.
True, he had only expected the Slayer to die when he originally planned his attacks, but there was the other variable he hadn’t planned on. William the Bloody. Slayer of Slayers. At first, he had thought this was a stroke of luck. The problem was that the vampire wasn’t slaying the slayer but slaying his villains. Regardless, Spike added some spice to the mix. He would just have to go for both. Ok, he needed to crack down now, make his moves and go for a win. The conjurer pulled out a couple of volumes and started his research. After finding a satisfying new plan, he turned back to his computer to put his idea in motion. He lit the five black candles, waved his incense, and settled down at his mouse and keyboard.
*****
TBC
Ah, the main villain is beginning to show up. What to do now?
Thanks for reading.
Dana