Standing the Test of Time part 27
Title: Standing the Test of Time
Fandom: AtS
Pairings: Spike/Dracula, Spike/Angel
Rating: Pg-13 for now. The rating might go up later.
Warning: Slash
Disclaimer: I don't own them or make money off them. This is just for fun.
Summary: When captured in the aftermath of a battle Spike finds himself at the mercy of his old rival--Count Dracula. Will he be saved before it’s too late or will he be lulled into something even more dangerous than the Counts’ wrath?
Spoilers: For the Peter David IDW comic series Spike vs. Dracula 1-5.
Timeline: After NFA and after my story William Restored.
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“Hold on--lemme get this straight--you tossed it off the train?”
“That is correct.”
“...Why the hell did you do that for?”
Illyria seemed to frown, which given her usual range of expressiveness was not easy to spot. “This displeases you.” She stated.
“Hell yeah blue girl, what gave you that idea? Shit.” The slayer cursed pacing the small enclosure that acted as a hallway the best she could.
“I thought you said that it was a bad thing if we broke it. What’s wrong with chucking it off the train?” Connor questioned.
He figured he’d have to step in since Illyrias’ attention span was known for slipping. Once she had beaten Angel to a pulp for “offending the green” after coming home drunk and apparently puking on the grass. While others came to the fallen vampire’s aid, yelling at her Illyria had moved on to squirrel watching. Spike had found the whole thing hilarious.
“We could have ditched our ride and had them track it instead of us. They’ll know we’re still on the train.” Faith bit out. “Screw it, let’s get Angel and book it.”
“Why did you throw it off?” The youth asked the god king. It seemed odd that she would do such a thing that could possibly lead their enemies to them. Okay he hadn’t given the slayers that much credit but he thought she would have.
“The noise was irritating.” She said distractedly.
“You do know that it’s going to bring them to us.” Connor pointed out, he never could be sure how much she had been listening.
“Good. This tedious journey has provided little sport. I welcome a melee though I doubt there is much challenge to be had.” Illyria sounded almost disappointed. “Our last encounter had been barely worth my notice. Slayers are supposed to be warriors are they not? Little has been worth my notice in this world and they are among those who do not met the standards of their legends.
Pitiful brats that whine and grab for glory they can not earn rightfully.”
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"--that's great but can't you just teleport us to where you are?"
"Can't be done, pet." Sergio answered using Spikes' form. "Make a right mess of things it would. Can't make portals on a whim. All magic has a price. Thought you knew that."
"I have to get to Romania now!"
"For him?" Sergio pointed at the blond vampires' chest. "Or to be the big hero?"
"Just do it!" Angel yelled staddling the nude figure. "He's trapped with Dracula, who like everyone else Spike meets wants to kill him. I--we need him back on our side for the good fight."
"Denial much?" The dream Cordelia huffed. "Hello Angel you're attracted to him, just admit it and move on! Sheesh, it's like pulling teeth!"
"Can you do it or not?"
"Teleport you and your friends? Yes. To Romania? No. And while I can do it without ill affects for the innocent bystanders your forgetting there will be a price to pay." Darlas' image informed him haugthly. "So...do we have a deal?"
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“Did you remember?” Mary asked pointedly, her version of subtle she supposed.
“Umm.” The young woman replied in that non-comment way she tried to get away with. Which was only fair since her watcher had been using it for as long as she could recall.
“I see,” sighing she went into the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water, “you know better than to skip a dose.”
“I don’t like them.” Carey huffed tossing the small container in her palm. “I hate how they make me feel. No scratch that--how they don’t make me feel. I hate being numb.”
“I know you do but when you don’t take them your moods...I don’t want you to do anything rash.”
“I’m not going to off myself.” The girl snorted frowning down at the object of her contempt. “Besides the Council won’t be pleased when they find out.”
“I’m not going to risk you and the council can jump in the sodding lake for all I care!” Mary snapped slipping back into her accent like she did when her temper sprang up. Which was becoming a normal occurrence these days. “You are what’s important end of story!”
“They wouldn’t want an “unstable” slayer, especially not after the Lehane girl.”
“You are not “unstable” Carey, medication is simply needed for your depression, it does not make you weak if you need a little help.” The older woman reasoned holding out the glass expectantly. “Now are you going to be a stubborn ungrateful wretch or a reasonable civilized young woman and take the damn pills?”
Carey grinned amused by her teacher’s own stubbornness. “Fine but I’m only taking one. I want to have some feeling left.”
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Snapping the lid shut she crammed the container into her jacket pocket and jammed two pills into her mouth. They were close now to the demons and her body twitched with the promise of action. Jane had been quiet since her talk with Roger lost in her own musings. She would have comforted her friend if she had the time. Right now her object was to stay focus and make sure the others didn’t screw up. Seeing Sarah absently toying with her bandages whenever the watcher wasn’t looking was making them all uncomfortably aware of the price of failure.
The beckon was growing stronger, at the rate they were traveling they’d be in range in a hour. Success was the only option for any of them now. It was the only thing Carey truly cared about.
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Sergio hummed to himself a jaunty little tune while flipping through his text. He took no note of the spell activating the void that would open soon above his humble shop. Angel would be indebted to him and he would come out on top. War in Romania was fast approaching and the one being that could stop it had to have been if not the souled vampire than one of his companions. The information had little value to him, it would however be priceless to the right sources, ones that had been in contact with him for awhile.
Glancing up he paused at the small underground pool of water that slowly began to stir. No one could enter from the outside while he lived. His magic ahould have been strong enough to prevent this. It had been for three hundred years.
The water swirled in an inky ooze that was starting to rise in the air. The demon found himself backing away in alarm as the spiral of water smacked into the ceiling and created a set of watery stairs. Though they did not appear stable enough to support a man one nevertheless stepped down from the liquid platform onto the steps. The large hulking man regarded the chamber soberly before settling on the markings on the floor.
"Ah, I see that you have started the spell for the portal. Will they be arriving soon?"
Sergio nodded. "Yes, then they will belong to your master."
Fandom: AtS
Pairings: Spike/Dracula, Spike/Angel
Rating: Pg-13 for now. The rating might go up later.
Warning: Slash
Disclaimer: I don't own them or make money off them. This is just for fun.
Summary: When captured in the aftermath of a battle Spike finds himself at the mercy of his old rival--Count Dracula. Will he be saved before it’s too late or will he be lulled into something even more dangerous than the Counts’ wrath?
Spoilers: For the Peter David IDW comic series Spike vs. Dracula 1-5.
Timeline: After NFA and after my story William Restored.
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“Hold on--lemme get this straight--you tossed it off the train?”
“That is correct.”
“...Why the hell did you do that for?”
Illyria seemed to frown, which given her usual range of expressiveness was not easy to spot. “This displeases you.” She stated.
“Hell yeah blue girl, what gave you that idea? Shit.” The slayer cursed pacing the small enclosure that acted as a hallway the best she could.
“I thought you said that it was a bad thing if we broke it. What’s wrong with chucking it off the train?” Connor questioned.
He figured he’d have to step in since Illyrias’ attention span was known for slipping. Once she had beaten Angel to a pulp for “offending the green” after coming home drunk and apparently puking on the grass. While others came to the fallen vampire’s aid, yelling at her Illyria had moved on to squirrel watching. Spike had found the whole thing hilarious.
“We could have ditched our ride and had them track it instead of us. They’ll know we’re still on the train.” Faith bit out. “Screw it, let’s get Angel and book it.”
“Why did you throw it off?” The youth asked the god king. It seemed odd that she would do such a thing that could possibly lead their enemies to them. Okay he hadn’t given the slayers that much credit but he thought she would have.
“The noise was irritating.” She said distractedly.
“You do know that it’s going to bring them to us.” Connor pointed out, he never could be sure how much she had been listening.
“Good. This tedious journey has provided little sport. I welcome a melee though I doubt there is much challenge to be had.” Illyria sounded almost disappointed. “Our last encounter had been barely worth my notice. Slayers are supposed to be warriors are they not? Little has been worth my notice in this world and they are among those who do not met the standards of their legends.
Pitiful brats that whine and grab for glory they can not earn rightfully.”
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"--that's great but can't you just teleport us to where you are?"
"Can't be done, pet." Sergio answered using Spikes' form. "Make a right mess of things it would. Can't make portals on a whim. All magic has a price. Thought you knew that."
"I have to get to Romania now!"
"For him?" Sergio pointed at the blond vampires' chest. "Or to be the big hero?"
"Just do it!" Angel yelled staddling the nude figure. "He's trapped with Dracula, who like everyone else Spike meets wants to kill him. I--we need him back on our side for the good fight."
"Denial much?" The dream Cordelia huffed. "Hello Angel you're attracted to him, just admit it and move on! Sheesh, it's like pulling teeth!"
"Can you do it or not?"
"Teleport you and your friends? Yes. To Romania? No. And while I can do it without ill affects for the innocent bystanders your forgetting there will be a price to pay." Darlas' image informed him haugthly. "So...do we have a deal?"
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“Did you remember?” Mary asked pointedly, her version of subtle she supposed.
“Umm.” The young woman replied in that non-comment way she tried to get away with. Which was only fair since her watcher had been using it for as long as she could recall.
“I see,” sighing she went into the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water, “you know better than to skip a dose.”
“I don’t like them.” Carey huffed tossing the small container in her palm. “I hate how they make me feel. No scratch that--how they don’t make me feel. I hate being numb.”
“I know you do but when you don’t take them your moods...I don’t want you to do anything rash.”
“I’m not going to off myself.” The girl snorted frowning down at the object of her contempt. “Besides the Council won’t be pleased when they find out.”
“I’m not going to risk you and the council can jump in the sodding lake for all I care!” Mary snapped slipping back into her accent like she did when her temper sprang up. Which was becoming a normal occurrence these days. “You are what’s important end of story!”
“They wouldn’t want an “unstable” slayer, especially not after the Lehane girl.”
“You are not “unstable” Carey, medication is simply needed for your depression, it does not make you weak if you need a little help.” The older woman reasoned holding out the glass expectantly. “Now are you going to be a stubborn ungrateful wretch or a reasonable civilized young woman and take the damn pills?”
Carey grinned amused by her teacher’s own stubbornness. “Fine but I’m only taking one. I want to have some feeling left.”
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Snapping the lid shut she crammed the container into her jacket pocket and jammed two pills into her mouth. They were close now to the demons and her body twitched with the promise of action. Jane had been quiet since her talk with Roger lost in her own musings. She would have comforted her friend if she had the time. Right now her object was to stay focus and make sure the others didn’t screw up. Seeing Sarah absently toying with her bandages whenever the watcher wasn’t looking was making them all uncomfortably aware of the price of failure.
The beckon was growing stronger, at the rate they were traveling they’d be in range in a hour. Success was the only option for any of them now. It was the only thing Carey truly cared about.
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Sergio hummed to himself a jaunty little tune while flipping through his text. He took no note of the spell activating the void that would open soon above his humble shop. Angel would be indebted to him and he would come out on top. War in Romania was fast approaching and the one being that could stop it had to have been if not the souled vampire than one of his companions. The information had little value to him, it would however be priceless to the right sources, ones that had been in contact with him for awhile.
Glancing up he paused at the small underground pool of water that slowly began to stir. No one could enter from the outside while he lived. His magic ahould have been strong enough to prevent this. It had been for three hundred years.
The water swirled in an inky ooze that was starting to rise in the air. The demon found himself backing away in alarm as the spiral of water smacked into the ceiling and created a set of watery stairs. Though they did not appear stable enough to support a man one nevertheless stepped down from the liquid platform onto the steps. The large hulking man regarded the chamber soberly before settling on the markings on the floor.
"Ah, I see that you have started the spell for the portal. Will they be arriving soon?"
Sergio nodded. "Yes, then they will belong to your master."