BTVS Oneshot: A Terrible Loyalty
Yes, yes I'm finally posting something new. It's a paltry offering, but one of many to enjoy until the bigger things get edited.
Title: A Terrible Loyalty
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Spru
Summary: Set in a world where Spike & Dru never came to Sunnydale and hear about Slayer Fest '98.
Disclaimer: I don't own BTVS. The title is from GK Chesterton.
A Terrible Loyalty
Spike strode into the hall of the abandoned office building, dodging beams of sunlight as they fell in swaths through the boarded up windows.
“Dru, pet,” he called. “I’m home.”
“We’re having a tea party,” she called back. He grinned and reached the
alcove under the stairs Drusilla had declared her atrium of carnage. A tea table
was set up and an assortment of dolls and bound humans sat at the table.
The humans twitched nervously in their bonds. The dolls sat impassively.
“Well, what have we here?”
“You’re just in time, my darling. I’m about to pull the crackers.”
Drusilla got out another cup and handed it to Spike.
“What brand are we drinking today, love?”
“Pick your favorite.”
“How about you pick for me?”
“Goody!” She clapped her hands and circled the table prowling. Spike
loved to watch her intimidate. She stopped behind a red headed girl about
twenty-five. “This one suits you. She’s strong like a seal.”
Spike raised his eyebrow, but made no comment as he dragged the girl up
and bit into her neck, letting the blood drain out into his cup. Drusilla always
insisted on using dishes at her parties.
“You always choose the proper ones, Dru,” he murmured as the rich,
coppery taste flooded his senses. “Come here and have a taste.”
“You’ll share?” she asked in anticipation as she glided over.
“Just as all good boys should do.” He offered his cup and she downed it
in one delicate motion.
“Oh,” she moaned, “it hits all the wrong spots. I feel quite dizzy.”
“Come here then.” Spike guided her toward a dusty waiting area and laid
her down on the couch while he crouched at her head.
“She’ll be nice later,” Drusilla decided. “With him.” She pointed
vaguely in the direction of another man at the table.
“I’ve got news,” he said slowly, running his hands up her arms. She
shivered and leaned into his touch.
“Did it come from the ether or the wind?”
“Demon actually. Bloke told me about a little competition. Sounds like
it might be up our street. Get a little violence in, yeah?”
“I like violence,” Drusilla commented. “In leaps and bounds.”
“Well, in this little town called Sunnydale there’s a Hellmouth. Some
vamp has got it in his head to head up a competition to hunt down the town’s
resident Slayer. There was something about two Slayers, but I don’t see how that
could happen.”
“Oh, but it did. That one’s stubborn. She wouldn’t lay down for the
Master.”
“Two Slayers?” Spike grinned and showed his teeth. “Sounds like fun.”
“But you promised me Prague and weevils,” Drusilla pouted. “I never get
my weevils.” Spike sighed. The competition had sounded like fun. Beating Slayers was heaven to him and a good fight second best. Still, his only aim in life was to please Drusilla. And Prague could be awfully nice in the fall.
“Weevils it is then.” Drusilla laughed.
“I just saved you.”
“From what?”
“Light to burn you up. You’ll be mine forever now. We’ll stay linked
and bloody.”
“Bloody as the day is long,” he promised and leaned in to kiss her as she
reached up for him.
The tea table lay neglected, the redhead slumped over it as her life blood slowly drained and decorated the alcove in red.
Title: A Terrible Loyalty
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Spru
Summary: Set in a world where Spike & Dru never came to Sunnydale and hear about Slayer Fest '98.
Disclaimer: I don't own BTVS. The title is from GK Chesterton.
A Terrible Loyalty
Spike strode into the hall of the abandoned office building, dodging beams of sunlight as they fell in swaths through the boarded up windows.
“Dru, pet,” he called. “I’m home.”
“We’re having a tea party,” she called back. He grinned and reached the
alcove under the stairs Drusilla had declared her atrium of carnage. A tea table
was set up and an assortment of dolls and bound humans sat at the table.
The humans twitched nervously in their bonds. The dolls sat impassively.
“Well, what have we here?”
“You’re just in time, my darling. I’m about to pull the crackers.”
Drusilla got out another cup and handed it to Spike.
“What brand are we drinking today, love?”
“Pick your favorite.”
“How about you pick for me?”
“Goody!” She clapped her hands and circled the table prowling. Spike
loved to watch her intimidate. She stopped behind a red headed girl about
twenty-five. “This one suits you. She’s strong like a seal.”
Spike raised his eyebrow, but made no comment as he dragged the girl up
and bit into her neck, letting the blood drain out into his cup. Drusilla always
insisted on using dishes at her parties.
“You always choose the proper ones, Dru,” he murmured as the rich,
coppery taste flooded his senses. “Come here and have a taste.”
“You’ll share?” she asked in anticipation as she glided over.
“Just as all good boys should do.” He offered his cup and she downed it
in one delicate motion.
“Oh,” she moaned, “it hits all the wrong spots. I feel quite dizzy.”
“Come here then.” Spike guided her toward a dusty waiting area and laid
her down on the couch while he crouched at her head.
“She’ll be nice later,” Drusilla decided. “With him.” She pointed
vaguely in the direction of another man at the table.
“I’ve got news,” he said slowly, running his hands up her arms. She
shivered and leaned into his touch.
“Did it come from the ether or the wind?”
“Demon actually. Bloke told me about a little competition. Sounds like
it might be up our street. Get a little violence in, yeah?”
“I like violence,” Drusilla commented. “In leaps and bounds.”
“Well, in this little town called Sunnydale there’s a Hellmouth. Some
vamp has got it in his head to head up a competition to hunt down the town’s
resident Slayer. There was something about two Slayers, but I don’t see how that
could happen.”
“Oh, but it did. That one’s stubborn. She wouldn’t lay down for the
Master.”
“Two Slayers?” Spike grinned and showed his teeth. “Sounds like fun.”
“But you promised me Prague and weevils,” Drusilla pouted. “I never get
my weevils.” Spike sighed. The competition had sounded like fun. Beating Slayers was heaven to him and a good fight second best. Still, his only aim in life was to please Drusilla. And Prague could be awfully nice in the fall.
“Weevils it is then.” Drusilla laughed.
“I just saved you.”
“From what?”
“Light to burn you up. You’ll be mine forever now. We’ll stay linked
and bloody.”
“Bloody as the day is long,” he promised and leaned in to kiss her as she
reached up for him.
The tea table lay neglected, the redhead slumped over it as her life blood slowly drained and decorated the alcove in red.