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Title: Another Sire, Please!

Authors: Silvi & Saurii

Email: Silvi_HC@hotmail.com & Saurii82@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17 over all

Pairing: All kinds�

Status: Un-finished.

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AN#1: To keep in mind while reading... Spike never
returned to SunnyD after what happened in "In the dark". Penn did NOT
die in "Somnambulist", he left. Angel is Spike Sire.

AN#2: This story starts in canon �In the Dark�.

AN#3: For those of you who are wondering
where we are going with this story, it�s this:

Spike, Penn
and Dru due to different circumstances end up together in a small dump where
they, due to stuff , you�ll have to read it, they suddenly find themselves in
an alternate reality, but not just that, but also in the not so much distance
past. They have to find a way home since they manage to get a very
powerful enemy. The world in which they find themselves in, is a heck of a lot
darker and is ruled by someone they surprisingly should know. I won�t tell you
much else since it would spoil to much. Any other questions please email me
(Silvi).

AN#4: So far what has happen in the
previous chapters�Spike has left LA after the whole gem of Amara debacle but instead of
returning to SunnyD he drives out of the country and into Mexico all angry and
bitter, blaming his misfortune on Angel thus preventing from ever being
chipped.

He
encounters, after several months, Penn, who has left LA after a disastrous
encounter of his own with his Sire and at the end of Part II they encounter Dru
in which is where we start off now�

& & & & &

Part III

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�Miss Edith told me you boys were being naughty.�

Pivoting his head around at the melodic voice, Spike was met with a vision. The dark vampiress standing beside the table was looking down at the seated boys with wide dark eyes. In many ways she was unchanged from the last time Spike had seen her when he stormed out of their shared lair in south-east of Brazil.

She had a rather cute pout on which made Spike throat contract before a scowl came firmly in place as he remembered the reason to why they weren�t together anymore, but still he couldn�t prevent the pang in his chest at the very sight of her and sadly thought, Dru.

Penn�s eyes went wide as his eyes fell on her. Cor, she�s still as beautiful as ever. She was dressed in one of her usual past era gowns as she never really left her time, her broken mind, in a way, preventing it. This one was in deep red velvet with small delicate embroideries in black silk-thread along the high waist and neckline entwined with small diminutive black marble-pearls that mutely reflected the light hanging above their heads. Looking closely Penn smiled as he saw that they were flowers, jasmine to be more precise and little small hummingbirds, Dru�s favourites among the night-blooms and animals.

Frowning he saw though, that the material was worn, dirty and torn at the hem, it made him curious, as what he could remember her dresses always used to be in good condition. Her dark hair was hanging down in long curls framing her oval face; she had only one blue ribbon tying some at the top of her head and un-surprisingly enough, tucked firmly under one arm was Miss Edith. The worn old doll wasn�t the same as the one he remembered but it held no importance as they were replaced rather quickly for one reason or another, but always wearing the same name.

Gazing over to Spike from the corner of his eyes he could see him striating himself up from the sprawled position on the wooden bench he had been in, in the greater part of the evening. He was frowning too, as Spike began to notice the same thing that he had.

Drusilla was very pale, even to their kind and she had dark shadows under her eyes. In spite of the joy at seeing the two vampires she could not hide the fatigue and weariness that resided in the dark pools that were her eyes. Obviously all was not well in Dru-world, though for her to be in this dump should have tipped them off immediately. Trying not to show his growing concern Penn softly spoke with a warm smile, �How come, mi perla.� referring to her greeting, using his old nickname for her.

Jumping up and down clapping her hands in excitement like a five-year-old she squirmed in beside him and in the process made some of the empty bottles come crashing to the floor.

Her sudden happiness flowed through her thin frame and the big grin that came on her face wiped the tiredness from her features. She hugged him fiercely with the force that would have broken a human, while Spike on the other side of the table was trying to prevent some of the other bottles from joining its brothers on the floor. Softly cursing under his breath, and finally admitting his defeat, Spike shoved his hands up in the air and listened to the sound of breaking glass.

At the sound of glass shattering on the hard floor Drusilla and Penn turned their heads and looked at the growing pile of broken bottles at their feet. Penn, looking over at Spike, just lifted one eyebrow in which Spike nonchalantly shrugged back.

Dry, seemingly having been caught by the light reflecting from the glass at her feet, whipped her head towards Penn at his soft nudge to get her attention. Still smiling at her while gently removing her arms from around him he repeated his question in which she replayed still in her sing-song voice, �Well, you haven�t invited me of course. Silly boy, Miss Edith is all upset.�

Spike just scoffed which earned him a withering glare from Penn. He couldn�t understand the attitude Spike had against Dru, last time he saw them they were practically glued together.

Drusilla, who seamed oblivious to Penn�s growing irritation towards Spike nuzzled against his throat playfully, nibbling on the exposed skin. Lifting a hand Penn gently caressed her dark hair and let his palm rest against her pale cheek. He couldn�t prevent the soft smile gracing his lips as he watched her. How he had truly missed her, her and her childish ways.

Looking annoyed at them Spike noisily coughed, �Hrrm. What are you doing here Dru?�

Drifting her eyes up towards him she furrowed her brows before a sad expression came and settled on her beautiful features where she rested against Penn.

�You don�t want me here?� her pitiful tone made Penn growl warningly at Spike as he glared daggers into the younger vampire. He never did liked it when someone upsetted their sister, be it Spike or any other, though when it came to Angelus he never did anything about it. The rights of a sire could never be fought or really challenge for that matter�

Shocked Spike blurted out, �No! That�s not what I meant, luv. Of course I want you, I always want you�err, I did. � he rectified as he discovered what he was really saying and remembered that he was suppose to be angry at her, the two timing bitch.

Her eyes glazed over and her bottom lip trembled slightly as she seams to have caught his train of thought. Putting a hand on Penn�s chest, right over his heart, to prevent him from doing anything stupid as he in turn seam to be about to go into his true-face she brokenly whispered, �I�m sorry, Spike.�

Spike tried, he really tried, but he couldn�t keep up the indifferent posture before her honest eyes, because he had no doubt that she actually meant it, at least until next time she wondered off.

Completely ignoring the fuming Penn at Dru�s side he reached out and grabbed the smaller hand of Dru�s into his rougher one on the table. Rubbing his thumbs over the back of her hands in small circle he said two words, which was the only sign to show that he understood, that she would ever get, �I know.�

Squeezing her hand once, he let go and lent backwards to get the barmaids attention, as he got it he indicated that he wanted more bottles, he had since long stop caring of what type. Seeing Penn who continued to glare at him he grunted annoyed, �Oi, quit it. This is between me and her.�

Penn didn�t relent until Dru softly spoke into his ear, �I�ve been a bad girl, Miss Edith is a little bit crossed at me. She told me to come and make it all better with my Spiky-boy.�

�Oh, yes about that, how come you are here?� Penn asked her as he watched Spike pour more shots into three glasses as the barmaid had retrieved one for Dru.

�Silly you, didn�t you hear. Miss Edith sent me.� Dru chastises him nudging him playfully, the twinkles in her eyes slowly returning.

�I bet there�s more to it then that.� Spike smirked at them as he swallows the shot down before pouring himself another.

Penn tried to take Dru�s away from her but she held firmly to it with both her hands and let out a deep rumbling from the depths of her belly as she growled at him. Seeing that if he didn�t want to create a scene he had to relent to her, he gave up and let her sip at the strong alcohol. Spike was chuckling from across them eyeing his two siblings.

�Dru you�re not suppose to like it, just throw your head back and let it pour down your throat.� Spike said at Dru�s grimace of disgust. Peering at him over the shot she took hold of it and opening her mouth wide, did as he had instructed her, ignoring Spike as he traded looks with Penn.

�Oooh,�she cooed as she gingerly put the glass down, �it burns. Burns, so nicely. Want more.� She promptly reached the glass across to have Spike refill it.

�I wonder how long it will take for her to get wasted, �Spike thought aloud and snickered at the disapproving looks Penn sent his way. Drusilla peered between them two before she turned to Penn and asked, �Can Miss Edith have some too? She wants it.�

�Miss Edith? � Penn tonelessly said, � I don�t think she would like that much.�

�Please.� She begged and as she saw that Penn was going to refuse her she saw no other option then to resort to her special pout, in which she did. The guys never did manage to say no to her if she used that, which was why she rarely used it, or they might have her pegged.

Seeing it, Penn felt his resolved crumble and reluctantly nodded, �But just the one, ok?�

Delighted Dru clapped her hands and promptly sat the doll on the table, carefully re-arranging the hideous brown dress around her. Penn shot the badly hidden snickers coming from across the table a dark glare in which Spike, still smirking broadly, shot his hand in the air in mock surrender.

His smirk fell though as the sweet voice of the vampiress interrupted him and his gloating, �Well, � she probed him, � aren�t you going to give her some, she will be very cross if she doesn�t get her glass and you don�t want Miss Edith cross, do you?�

�No, Dru I don�t.� Spike grumbled.

�Well, don�t just sit there, �Penn said rather smugly, �go get another glass.�

�Yeah, yeah, I�m going, I�m going.� Spike made no attempt at showing how much he disliked the fact that he had to play runner-boy for a bleeding doll.

Soon he was back and threw the glass to Penn who caught it in mid air. As Penn began to fill all the shots Spike once again probed Dru for answer to why she was there, the last time he knew of her, she was running around with a Terian demon.

Penn jerked around and blurted out, �With a what?�

Dru, if she could, she would have blushed but instead she grabbed the glass and down it in one go. Spike had no problem in enlighten the shocked elder, �Terian demon, I said.�

�Why on everything un-holy, would she be with a-� Penn asked incredulously, but before he could finished Spike interrupted him, seeing the pleading look from Dru and actually taking pity on her, �Never mind you that.�

�But- But a Terian-�Penn stuttered.

�PENN!� Spike growled at him jerking his head toward Dru who had grabbed Miss Edith and shrunk into herself. Seeing how he was upsetting Drusilla, Penn finally relented.

�Luv,� Spike gently took hold of her trembling hand removing the doll from her, setting it beside her on the table, �tell us what happened. We can both see that you haven�t feed well, which, remind me Penn, we have to rectify and soon.� Turning his attention towards the brunette he continued, �All is not well with you, luv. Tell us, what happened? Perhaps we can make it better.�

Even after everything that has happened between them he could not stop caring for the slender brunette. Never mind that they were bound more tightly together than what a simple infidelity could break apart.

Peering into the open blue eyes of her beloved Spike she softly whimpered and tried to remove her hands from his grip but he only tightened his hold on her. Penn wrapped an arm around her and gently caressed her cheek with his finger whispering soothing nonsense and imploring her to talk, Miss Edith falling down on the seat beside her.

�E- Every thing was fine. Miss Edith and I were having fun, even though I missed Spiky very much, but he had been such a bad boy and he needed to be punished.� Penn looked at her encouragely while Spike continued to rub soothing circles on the back of her palms.

Timidly Dru continued to talk, � he was taking me to all this fun places, some even where I had been before with Spike, though I had it better with you then. Sometimes he could be boring but Miss Edith always found me something to do, she takes good care of me.� She nodded firmly at the last sentence.

�So what went wrong. � Spike asked even though he hated to hear what she and her Boy-toy had been doing. He had been miserable for months while she�d had fun! But he made sure non of his thought reflected on his face. No point in upsetting her more. �So far you seam to have had it well. � Penn commented.

�Hmm, we thought so too, Miss Edith and I, but one day he left, just left.� Murmuring down to the table Dru quickly snatched one hand from Spike and took a hold of her glass and quickly swallowed another shot of burning liquor.

�He WHAT?! He dumped you?� at her quick nod Spike demanded, �Why the hell- WHY?�

�Spike, �Penn said quietly, �Calm down.�

�He thought that I was bad for him, that his affi- affili-� Dru said.

�You mean affiliation?� Penn slowly said, rage surfacing in him at the audacity of that filth of a demon.

�Yes�that his affiliation with Aurelius impaired him in his social status.� Dru finally blurted out sounding like she was reciting out laud something which she very much could be. �Apparently Miss Edith and I shame him because we are Daddy�s girls.�

She jumped at the vicious growls that emerged from the two male vampires and looking up into their eyes as Spike once again caught a hold of her hands she saw their eyes flash with the golden fire of their demons.

�That Fool is going to pay, mark my words.� Penn fiercely said. �No-one gets away with talking down of our clan. There where times when no-one would dare speak of such a ridiculous thing!�

�I agree fully, Penn, �Spike said, �but you can�t get away with the fact that we aren�t as we once were- Hey, I�m on your side on this, he�s gonna pay!� Spike quickly tried to get away from Penn�s furious blows by shooting back as far as the close space the booth would allow him.

It was Dru that finally reigned Penn in planting herself on his lap while cradling her precious doll against her bosom. She was softly whimpering and at the same time purring in attempt to calm him down as she nuzzled into his neck, laving it with broad wipe of her tongue tasting the unique flavour that was him, tinged with the undercurrent that all of them shared, the blood of their maker.

A heavy silence, apart from the continued purring from the slight form in Penn arms, descended upon them as the two male glared at each other over the brunette�s head.

Spike slowly but deliberately reached for one of the bottles on the table and uncapped it, never looking away from Penn�s piercing eyes. From under his chin Dru peered out at him with her dark eyes as Spike drank from the bottle totally forgoing the glasses.

As minutes passes neither of them spoke, suddenly Penn blurted out laughing and stretching his hand out said, �Give it over, boy.�

Spike just sneered at him but gave the bottle over nevertheless. Stretching herself up Dru watched as Penn too began to drink from the bottle. It didn�t take long for them to find a rhythm in passing the bottle around.

There was a little commotion from their corner as Penn tried to forego Dru in passing the bottle around but pinching him sharply making him grunt Dru snatched it before Spike could take it and she too drank.

As their intoxication grew, as the number of bottles increased, the more relaxed they became. Soon the affront against their line was momentarily pushed aside, not forgotten, never that, but put aside.

Dru turned out to be a mopey drunker though she could, surprisingly good, hold her liquor. Even Penn who normally refrained from getting into such a state got drunk as well. He thought that he had a pretty good reason too to break his rule, now if ever.

In the frame of mind they all were that night it didn�t took long for them to returned to their favourite subject and the most painful one which the two vampires had first been involved in, which was, their shared sire.

�Bloody hell, I can�t believe how pathetic we have become, I mean look at where we are!� Spike said thumping his knuckles against the wet surface of their table waving his other hand around in the air indicating the room.

�We could have been worse off, Spike. � Penn quietly said.

�Oh yeah? �Spike demanded glaring at him or trying anyway as he had a little difficult focusing, �How?�

�Well, �Dru spoke up not so steadily herself, �Miss Edith says that you could have returned to the sun and be leashed by bad men, and Penn could have fallen asleep.� They both looked at her confused as she shuddered, and tried to decipher her meaning. Soon it mostly dawn on Spike who looked horrified as he starred at Penn.

For Penn, who had gotten out of practise in decipher Dru-speech it took longer for him to catch it and the fact that Spike looked horrifying at him and ill also may have clued him in. Or it could just have been the alcohol in Spike veins making its presence known.

Dru seam to be totally oblivious to their state of mind and began to cheerily hum to a tune only she could hear while they looked stupefied at her.

�Bollocks!� Spike said deflately. �I concur.� Penn nodded at him as he took a swing from a bottle.

They settled once again to drink when suddenly a commotion down at the bar drew the very drunken vampires� attention. One of the tough men was pushing and yelling in Spanish as he grabbed a bottle from behind the counter and slammed it onto the bar breaking it so that he held a sharp piece in his hand.

Other patrons where now standing, some leaving the bar other to join the commotion as the tension rose.

Spike was looking at them smiling manically while Penn reached out faster then the eye could see to grab a hold of Spike�s arm, restraining him from joining what look to be trouble. He hadn�t forgotten how much Spike liked a violent brawl. He blink at the whining noise that erupted from Spike, even he looked a little astonished that the sound actually came from him.

The yelling was getting lauder and Penn standing up, putting Dru down, and steadied her while he still held a firm grip on Spike�s arm.

He looked wearily around and leaning over to Spike said, �Let�s get out of here, sun will be up soon anyway.�

Spike just looked at him and as he showed no expression it made it hard for Penn to read him, �Do not make trouble, you hear? Let just leave.�

Drusilla was smiling and humming swaying on feet at she looked knowingly at the blond in their company. Shaking Spike Penn snarled at him, �You hear me, boy?�

�Yes!� Spike hissed back jerking his arm out of Penn�s tight hold.

�Then come on.� Ushering Drusilla out of the booth he soon followed keeping his eye and Spike who sulkily went after them. Penn saw him snatching a mostly full bottle of JD from the table and how it disappeared among the leather of Spikes worn coat. Wonder how he got that coat?

Waiting for Spike to stand on Dru�s other side they made their way to the door.

Things would have gone smoothly, just as Penn wanted, if it hadn�t been for just one little thing.

One of the patrons, a big fellow with tattoos adorning his bulging arms and up around his neck had been watching the slender figure between the two males as they made their way through the room that housed the bar. As they past the table where he and his amigos were sitting, the large man stood up and promptly planted himself before them.

He was eyeing Dru with a hungry glint in his eyes. The other sitting around the table where snorting with suppress chuckles as their friend towered over the three gringos. Either they didn�t care what the others had told them about staying away from them, or they where just stupid enough not to read the aura around them. What ever the reason, Joaquin, the idiot�s name Spike had heard one of the other call him, stood between them and the door looking to cause trouble.

Violence had already burst out by the bar as the man holding the broken bottle attacked the one he had been yelling at, gauging a deep wound across a shoulder. Obviously he had tear into an artery as blood spurted in a great arc out from the wound as the man yelped clamping a hand over it while with the other sucker punched him hard on the nose, shattering it.

Joaquin, surprisingly enough, ignore what was happening at the far end but some of his goons turn around watching interested at the show.

Some of the other patrons decided it was high time to leave and lipped out the door.

�Hay, se�orita, porque no me das un besito?� Joaquin�s leering question for Dru to kiss him was slowly but surely igniting Spike�s burning fury. Penn�s moderated voice, though Spike could hear the restraining anger, said while neither of them relinquishing their hold on Drusilla, �We do not seek trouble.�

At that, Joaquin�s expression darkened as he looked at Penn, while the other laughed nastily, �Putos Gringos.� he hissed at the sable blond standing beside the captivating beauty. �Si yo quiero lo puta perra la tomar�!�

The fact that he had insulted him, well technically both of them, wasn�t what made Spike explode, nor was it any of the other derogative things the other around the table were saying, but what he could hear Joaquin descriptively whisper into Penn�s ear about Dru and what he would do to her, the fact that he thought that he could actually take her, now that did it.

Not once did Joaquin directed his eyes to Spike, and not once did Penn lose his controlled bored expression which was pissing the Mexican off, but they both could not ignore the growled �Bugger this!� that came from Spike as he decided that he�d had enough.

Before Penn could make a sound or even move Spike�s hand shot out and grabbed the big Mexican around his throat as he hissed, �I�m hungry anyway.� and promptly sank his talons around the soft flesh and gripping the voice-box, tore it out.

Drusilla smiled beatific as all hell broke lose and began to twirl to the door before she in one swift move barricaded it.

Penn was furiously roaring, �SPIKE!� but ignoring him Spike hopped onto the table where, the now quite dead, Joaquin�s friend were trying to scurry away. Blood was pooling around the big form on the floor and spreading, soon reaching the perceptively still form of the blood splattered Penn who was glaring murderously at Spike who stood for a moment precariously on the tilting table his duster failing around him like giant batwings, before it stabilized.

Spike lazily licked his hand lapping at the chunk of flesh he still held before throwing it at one of the terror stricken faces of one of the gents sprawled on the floor. One of them, who seam to have a little more backbone then the other, lifted a chair and threw it at him in which Spike just, without bating an eyelid, swat aside.

He reached out and grabbed one of them before placing his hand on top of the man�s dark greasy head while the other rested upon his shoulder and sinking his elongated talons, piercing the skin so that small tendrils of blood rand down the side of his face, Spike began putting pressure as he clenched using his strength.

Blood was beginning to flow out of the man�s nose and his eyes were bulging comically out, well at least to Spike. Ignoring the shrill shrieking that threatened to pierce his sensitive eardrums, Spike lent forward and licked the blood of the man�s face. Leaning back again Spike smirked and in one swift movement twisted the man�s head around and off blissfully cutting the sound short.

He threw it to the others who were now succumbed under total panic. Hopping down onto a man�s back Spike made sure to crush the man�s spine using the strength that was ever available to him. Looking around he saw that Dru was picking off the ones trying to get away draining them in swift succession, while Penn, muttering about insolent boys and the things he could, would do to them and whatnot, stalked to the bar dodging the blast from the shotgun the barkeeper held in his trembling hands. Spike saw him morph to his demon face and decided to do the same.

Looking down at the man he was standing on Spike leant down and grabbing a fistful of hair jerked his head up before planting his feet on ether side of him and hoisted him up so that he could more easily drain him.

Screams were heard around the room as the three vampires quickly in short order killed them. By the time they�d finished blood had been splattered against the walls, furniture had been broken and the remains of what have once been the patrons of this nameless bar were scattered around.

And in the mist of all that, Spike stood, blood smeared across his face dripping down on his clothes and his hands, which seamed to have been submerged into a can of red paint dripped onto the floor collecting into small puddles. He was smiling manically. Dru walked over to him, not in a much better state herself, and began to lick him clean while he purred under her attention.

Penn on the other hand stood at the far side of the room, the swinging lamp casting him in shadows, then in light. He was not happy, even though he did enjoy a good slaughter as the next vamp and he actually had a good time tearing these pathetic excuses of humans apart. But he wasn�t happy with Spike.

Surveying over the chaos they had caused, Drusilla suddenly giggle. Turning his head towards her, Spike looked her over and quietly said to Penn, �Just look Penn, look at her, before you do anything.�

And Penn did. And he could not not see what Spike was referring to. Dru was practically glowing under all that grim and blood in which Spike was in the process of licking off under her purring delight. Her skin was no longer the sickly pale that it had been earlier tonight and the dark circles under her eyes were gone. The tiredness and weariness that had been in her eyes were absent like it never had been there.

Quietly walking over to them stepping over the bodies in his way, mindless of the puddles of blood spreading on the floor, he waited for them to finish. Spike peered at him cautiously from under her neck where he had been kissing her. He didn�t like the calmness that Penn radiated because he knew it to be false. Penn rarely lost control over himself, or even let his temper have the better of him, but Spike knew that, if he stayed with them, he would pay for his rash actions.

Looking down at the vampiress in his arms he decided that it was a price worth paying, it had been a long time since he had been among family.

Striating himself up Spike stubbornly lifted his chin and looked at Penn who merely lazily blinked back, neither refusing nor acknowledging Spike. Taking Dru�s hand Penn slowly turned around and said, �Come on, we got half an hour before the sunrise.�

Spike, taking the other of Dru�s hands nodded and they walked over to the door, where Penn momentarily paused as he looked at what Dru chosen to barricade the door with, beside him he heard Spike snicker. Removing the hose Penn waited as Spike kicked the door open, the warm Mexican summer air greeting them as they stepped out.

Speaking up Spike asked, �Where are we going? I doubt Dru has any good place where we could stay and I surely don�t, unless you count my car.�

Looking over Dru, who was gazing at the bright stars over their heada, at Spike Penn said, �I�ve got an apartment, though we�re going to have to run to be on time.�

�Oh, OK.� Spike shrugged.

�Spike-� Spike interrupted him as he knew what Penn was going to say, �I know, I know, just let us not get burn into cinder first and we worry about the other later.�

Whispering into Dru�s ear Penn explained what they were going to do and in which Dru just let her tinkling clear laugh drift out into the night.

�To the left.� Penn shortly said and with that they were off, running for all they where worth so that the sun wouldn�t catch them.

To the human eye they were nothing more then a moving blur, a deeper shadow in the night. They had new strength as the still warm blood in them flowed through them, and the excitement of the carnage they�d left behind was still in them.

Dru had found part of her family. Spike was once again not alone and Penn, well he sure as heck wasn�t going to be bored anymore.

End of Part III�

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