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Life is Change	By : trudyw000 Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - Slash - Male/Male Views: 9166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 22
Four pairs of eyes zeroed in on the tall Captain of Detectives as four heads swivelled to pin him with four sharp looks, two amused, one confused and one simply resigned.
"What!" he asked defensively, it was unnerving to be the focus of these four men which was probably why he found himself channelling his son Daryl. Even worse it wasn't the Daryl of today but instead the one from the very worst of his teen-aged years.
Spike and Xander simply waved him off with amused smiles as Xander moved to help Spike cover up once more. Jim was next to drop his gaze, resignation clear in every line as he scrubbed a weary hand over his face. Blair was the last to look away but he finally turned his head to stare back towards the bullpen. His vision was blocked by the still closed blinds but in his minds eye he could picture all the detectives who would be out there, Rafe, Henri, Joel all good friends for many years. Had they all seen what he had only recently recognised? Perhaps he should hand back his Anthropology club decoder ring. He really had one, he'd got it out of a packet of cereal when he was fourteen and staying with one of his mom's many friends who would take him in for a while when his mom needed her space. It had been one of his most prized possessions ever since.
"Well shit!" he dragged his hand through his hair, left unconfined for a change, I guess that's what comes of working with some of the top Detectives in the city, he thought.
Suddenly there was a sharp rap at the door and at Simon's barked "Come" the door opened and Rafe stuck his head into the office.
"The warrant's here, the teams are leaving now Simon."
"Thanks, we'll be right out." He glanced around the men in his office, catching each one's eyes briefly, "ready to catch some bad guys?" he asked.
That was when Spike remembered the gruesome images of the murdered night clerk. "No, we have to get to the Motel!" he stated firmly, hurriedly thrusting his hands back into the heavy gauntlets and moving towards the door.
Xander quickly followed his guide, worried that if he didn't keep up he'd be left behind.
"Wait, what about the butcher's shop?" Jim asked as he tried to stop the vampire but Spike brushed him aside easily and pulling the door open he was gone.
Xander however was much easier to stop and Jim grabbed his arm as he passed, preventing him from leaving. Xander stared briefly out the door where Spike had disappeared before turning back to his captor. "If Spike didn't rip that man's throat out, who do you think did?" he asked baldly.
It was Blair who breathed the answer, "Dieter" and at the realisation Jim dropped Xander's arm and the young Sentinel hurried after his guide.
Jim only stayed long enough to fill Simon in, "Go to the butcher's shop, if they're right and Dieter is at the Motel then you won't need us. We're going with them, contact us when you know what's happening." With that the two remaining men ran from the office leaving Simon alone once more.
Jim and Blair were lucky to get to the elevators just as the doors to one of the cars opened and entering swiftly they stabbed the button for the parking level. When the doors opened once more they immediately saw the empty space next to the blue truck, Spike and Xander had already left and Jim and Blair were soon on their tail, lights flashing and siren wailing as they used all the facilities at their disposal to close the gap.
On reaching Federal Way Jim switched off the lights and siren, not wanting to alert Dieter to their arrival. As they drove past Home Depot Blair who had been watching through the window suddenly yelled out "Stop!" and as Jim slammed on the brakes of the truck and scanned the parking lot where Blair was pointing urgently. There, he saw what had caught Blair's attention, two men, one with longish, curly, brown hair, the other in full motorcycle gear walking back across the lot, each carrying a fairly bulky bag. Gunning the engine he pulled back into traffic for a few moments before taking the turning into Home Depot, pulling into the conveniently free space beside Xander's car just as the other two men reached it.
"Planning some home improvements?" Jim asked wryly as he nodded to the bags the men carried.
"Not quite" Xander replied pulling out a length of wood from the bag he held. It was about eighteen inches long with a square cross section, sharpened to a blunt point at one end. Delving into the bag again he pulled out a stout knife, short bladed but strong and sharp. "May I?" he asked with a nod towards the back of Jim's truck and at Jim's uncertain assent he threw the bag into the bed of the truck before stepping up onto the wheel and vaulting in after it. Then he settled cross-legged in the relative privacy afforded by the low sides and began sharpening the wooden stick.
It was Spike who explained his Sentinel's actions as he vaulted in beside the younger man without the need of a step up and started sharpening his own stick. "We left all our weapons in the motel room" he explained, "we expected to be going back last night or this morning to stock up before the raid."
"Stakes!" as soon as Jim heard the word from Blair's lips he darted a furtive look around the parking lot but no-one was paying any attention to them. In a surprisingly short amount of time Xander and Spike were done, each man had a small pile of neatly sharpened stakes in front of him. Each stake was double ended, the bodies smoothed down and rounded off to make for a better grip. Xander's were neater than Spike's but that made sense, how much experience would a vampire want in the stake sharpening business?
As the sound of whittling stopped and Xander placed the last, carefully crafted, stake upon his pile Jim became aware of a strange sound. Looking around him he focussed his attention on his hearing and soon zeroed in on the source of the sound. One ear cocked he stared at Spike in disbelief, the man was purring! As he watched Spike's arms came up above his head as he indulged in a bone cracking stretch looking like nothing so much as a big cat luxuriating in the warmth of the sun. Glancing at Xander Jim realised that the younger Sentinel had also heard the sound, Xander was carefully not looking at Spike and the gentle smile and adoring look in his eyes spoke volumes on the relationship between the two.
Jim was about to turn away, unwilling to interrupt the quiet moment in the back of his truck but Blair had no such qualms, "Hey, Spike, Man are you purring?"
Jim's face hit the palm of his right hand as his left swung up to gently cuff his oblivious partner on the back of the head.
Spike stopped mid stretch, mid purr and seemed to collapse in on himself, freezing for a moment but then the helmeted head shook gently and a quiet chuckle was heard, muffled through the heavy layers about his head. "I'm fine Blair, it's just..." he paused "I can feel the sun on my back, it's warming the leather, warming my skin," He rounded his shoulders, circling his head around with an appreciative hum, "It's been a long time."
There really was nothing anyone could say to that and the silence felt uncomfortable for the first time between the four of them. It was Xander who broke it, scooping up four of the new stakes and thrusting them at Jim before passing four more to Blair.
"What are we supposed to do with these?" Blair asked.
"Spares down the back of your pants, in your pockets, down your boot, anywhere you can get to them easily," Xander replied, suiting his actions to the words. "When we get to the motel have a stake ready, if you get the chance go straight for the heart," he indicated the spot on his own chest and both Jim and Blair found themselves copying his movements to locate the correct spot on their own chests.
"We'll try to keep him away from you but if you have to then strike hard and strike fast, straight for the heart, anything else will just piss him off!" Spike reinforced Xander's instructions and Jim felt a shiver run down his spine, he looked over to Blair, apparently the younger man felt it too, he looked about ready to lose his breakfast. As Jim watched Blair took a deep breath and seemed to steady himself before stashing away the stakes as instructed.
Jim followed suit before asking "what's the plan" the thought that he should be in charge never even entered his mind, in this fight he was the rookie and he knew it.
It was Xander who answered, "When we get to the motel, Spike will go in first. You've seen the blackout curtains over the door and windows," he waited for the quick nods from Jim and Blair before continuing. "He'll pull those down, clearing the doorway as quickly as possible, we come in behind him. From there it depends on what we find. Dieter will be trapped by the daylight, he may have minions in there with him, he may have hostages, we just don't know."
"MINIONS, there may be MINIONS" Blair's voice rose sharply, a slight edge of hysteria creeping in. "No-one said anything about minions."
Spike just shrugged "hey, some vampires have minions, I don't think Dieter will but it's a possibility."
"So, minions, hostages, anything else we should be aware of?" Jim asked.
Spike seemed to think for a moment, "Human flunkies," he finally offered, "that's more Dieter's speed anyway."
"You mean..." Blair paused, "Renfield?"
Spike just laughed but it was Xander's reaction that caught Jim's attention out of the corner of his eye as he watched the byplay between the two guides.
The same sick look that had occupied Blair's face earlier now graced Xander's features briefly as he flinched at the name. Jim got the distinct impression there was a story there and he made a mental note to ask about it when this was all over.
Planning complete they piled back into their respective vehicles to head for the motel.
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Laura was angry, very angry! She and Dieter had had sex before, that wasn't the issue, the problem was that before she had always been in control. She knew that as a vampire Dieter was infinitely stronger than her but he had never shown any sign of wanting to wrest back control from her before. But when her mind had cleared from the haze induced by Dieter's bite she knew that this time had been different.
When she came back to herself Laura was so angry that she had defiantly pulled back the edge of the blackout curtain about a foot letting a wide band of bright sunlight fall across the closest bed. She then lay down in that sunny spot to watch out of the window for the return of the rooms proper occupants, or more likely, at this time of day, just the pretty boy toy who'd been with Spike the night before.
So now Dieter lay stretched out on the far bed trying to hide his anxiety as he watched the band of sunlight creep across the room. He knew Laura was angry, she might be the spitting image of Drusilla physically but her personality couldn't be more different. Where Drusilla was all fiery passion, Laura was all about control. Drusilla's anger would have been loud and violent, a raging fury swift to rise and dissipating just a quickly. Laura however was a completely different story, hers was a slow, sullen anger, smouldering, festering as she nurtured it deep inside and he knew he'd just have to wait it out.
Suddenly Laura sat upright, swinging her legs around as she stared intently through the window. Four men had just walked into her line of sight and one of them was the boy toy from the previous evening. That wasn't what had her heart hammering in her chest though, all four men carried wickedly sharpened stakes in their hands as they strode purposefully across the parking lot heading directly for this room. Several thoughts chased each other through her head but one quickly emerged triumphant. Dieter had abused her trust and here was a perfect opportunity for some payback.
Dieter was standing now too, he knew something was up and was staring at the curtains covering the door hefting the short sword he'd selected from the bag of weapons they'd found hidden under the bed.
Laura could hear the men now on the other side of the door, she took a deep breath and then steeling herself as she heard someone trying the door handle she took several quick steps before launching herself at the mirror hanging on the wall beside the door. Her timing was perfect, the door flew open and the curtains were ripped down just in time for the men outside to see her hit the mirror and slide to the ground in a crumpled heap.
Three men rushed past her to spread themselves about the room, each concentrating solely on Dieter who backed up a few paces as he stared aghast at Laura's bloody form. She had curled around as much as she could when she jumped so as to protect her face and had managed to take most of the impact on her shoulder which now sported several serious looking gashes. She hadn't been able to protect her head entirely, her forehead had impacted the frame of the mirror and she knew she would have an impressive bruise above her left eye. It was the blow to the head that had her feeling woozy for several moments although she was aware of the fourth man who came through the door, and leaving Dieter to his companions knelt down beside her to see what he could do to help.
She closed her eyes briefly to try to still the pounding in her head but opened them again as she felt a gentle hand under her chin, tilting her face up to examine her injuries. She found herself looking into a pair of beautiful blue eyes surrounded by masses of auburn curls and smiled tentatively at the man. He smiled back and she realised that this would be even easier than she had thought.
Dieter had watched her little game with increasing disbelief, he knew the calculating thoughts going through that pretty little head. "BITCH!" he roared as the anger swept through him and swinging the sword above his head he charged straight for his betrayer. He managed only three paces as he was suddenly stopped dead by two stakes plunging into his chest, one from his right, the other from his left as the holders of the weapons simply positioned them before him and he impaled himself in his blind rage.
As the dust cloud formerly known as Dieter, formerly known as Viktor slowly drifted down to the carpet everyone seemed to freeze for a moment, shocked that everything could be over so quickly. The moment was broken by the sound of Jim's phone ringing and handing his stake to Spike he answered it to hear Simon's anxious voice coming down the line.
"It's alright Simon," he cut into the flow of words, "Dieter is gone and the hostage is a little beat up but she'll be fine." He looked back to where his partner was crouched beside the girl to reassure himself of the truth of his words. Slowly a puzzled frown formed as he listened, the blood in his veins turning to ice as Simon spoke.
Blair felt the change in the atmosphere within the room and looked up to see his companions staring at him with horrified expressions on their faces. He instantly knew that Simon had relayed some bad news that the others had all heard courtesy of enhanced Sentinel and vampire hearing. His first thought was for their friends, had someone been hurt, Joel, Henri, Rafe! Then he felt the girl beside him stiffen, swiftly she snatched up a shard of broken glass from the mirror and before he had time to react he found himself being dragged to his feet, one delicate but surprisingly strong hand entwined in his hair, the other holding the makeshift blade to his throat.
Blue eyes locked with blue as he stared into his partners eyes and he wanted to weep for the terror that he saw there. He tried to put all the love that he felt into his gaze, all the love that he had thought he would have another fifty years or more to express. He could feel the point beginning to dig in to his flesh, feel the muscles in the woman's arm tightening as she tensed ready to strike and he knew he was going to die, the others were too far away, there was nothing they could do.
He kept his eyes locked on Jim's, if he had to die then the other man's face would be the last thing he saw in this life and hopefully the first thing he would see in the next. Then he felt the pain spearing through him as the jagged shard was jammed into his neck and dragged through his flesh, tearing through his throat.
Jim listened in horror to Simon's words, "she's not his hostage, she's his boss!" He knew that the two men stood with him heard them too and the three of them watched as the unthinkable scene unfolded. The paralysis that had gripped him released its hold as he saw the blade rip out his lover's throat and he leapt across the room to catch the younger man as he crumpled to the floor.
Suddenly Spike was there, trying to pull Blair's dying body from his arms, he fought to hold on as Spike pulled harder, "we have to get him to a hospital." The vampire's words sank in and Jim felt an unearthly calm as he pulled Blair tightly to him, "there's no time." Spike released his grip, he knew Jim was right, there was already an immense amount of blood soaking the carpet and Jim's clothes, he could hear Blair's heartbeat slowing, he had seconds left, minutes at most.
Spike hung his head, behind the polarised visor and the faceless black mask tears formed in his eyes and he wept for the pain of a Sentinel and for the loss of a fellow guide.
A/N : Well there it is, Let me know what you think, please review.
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