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Challenges	By : obsessivecreature Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 4853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3
An anniversary was coming up for Spike, that was, it was coming up on exactly five years after he was assigned to Sunnydale to kill the slayer.
The blond vampire walked down the dark street like he always did, something that no rational human would ever do in this town. His long black duster huge by his feet as he strolled along the main road in Sunnydale square, but getting bored very quickly he dug into the pocket near his hand and pulled out a lighter.
Five years earlier, he and Dru had traveled from Prague to England to get to the Order of Malus' headquarters. After making sure Drusilla was all right, he left the small flat to gain an audience with the three ‘big honchos’, the bosses of the ‘Order of Malus.’
Spike had been very pissed when he had gone up to them in the great hall the night after arriving, and after they had told him his assignment.
London 1996: (One month before Spike and Dru arrived in Sunnydale.)
“What do you mean I have to go to America?” he had said to them. “Dru's gone all sickly, and I don’t fancy traveling half way around the bloody world to find this slayer right now. Pick someone else! You have an army of other vampires who would leap at the chance.” He hadn’t meant to raise his voice, but the sods had made him take a long trip just to get there to speak with them in person. All this traveling couldn’t have been good for Dru, who was all he cared about, his black goddess, the one he’d kill for…ah, he’d kill anyway even without her but that wasn’t the point.
“We realize this is an inconvenience for you Spike, but, as usual, we are willing to pay for your expenses.” One of the masters spoke up, he was on the bulky size and had on a fine suit, he continued. “ Not that money should matter after all, you should have tremendous loyalty to us, after all those years of fighting lessons and training we would expect a little return on our investment.” The one in the middle was the leader of the three, he spoke most of the time, and when he did he usual spoke truth. He was the oldest of them all and was in the head position to make decisions like weither someone would dust in his court or not, Spike was on very thin ice.
“Yeah…” The punk vampire continued, walking closer. “So what if I go and kill this one for you. What's in it for me?”
The one to the left of the middle spoke up now, crossing his arms and folding his fingers in front of himself on the tall podium. “ Delack…” This got Spikes attention and he turned his head to the bloke. “ Heard of him?”
The blond vampires interest was peeked. “Yeah, what of that old pisser?”
“ We thought that you might be reluctant to go to the west to do this job, so we gathered information about your girlfriends condition and we found a way for her to get better. If you’re interested I mean…” Spike nodded at once and he continued. “ Delack's tomb is said to rest in Sunnydale, where you will be heading. You know Delack, he made many studies about restoration concerning vampires, and it is believed that he destroyed all of his work except the ones he was buried with. We really don’t care whom you have to work around or what you do when you get to the town, as long as the jobs done. Delack’s spells can cure your Drusilla, and while your there…you can kill this slayer for us. We called on you because we think your the best. But this slayer is also very new to the game, and was only called into action a year ago. But the longer she lives in this world the more accustomed she’ll become, the better of a slayer she’ll be. We want this done quickly…no excuses!”
“So, your saying, for this information about Delack, I do this job and we’re even…no strings, that it?”
Now the one on the right spoke up. “That’s right, do this and well call it done, no more absolute assignments.... unless you want more. Now, in Sunnydale, we have had reports that the master got killed by this slayer.” Spike raised a concurred eyebrow. “All our reports say that he's gone as far as we know. Bones buried, your slayer killed him. The point is he hand selected one vampire to rule after he was gone, the one who was anointed. You’ll run into him when you get there no doubt, our records don’t go far with this one, we’ll give you information to read as your shipped there.”
“So I get there, and meet up with the anointed chapper. Fine. I'll do it. Ill kill your slayer for you.”
“As usual Spike, five years…you have five years to complete your mission. If by some reason you fail to complete your mission in that time, the next person we send won’t only kill the slayer you didn’t, but will also track you down for your disloyalties.”
“Yeah yeah yeah, I got the bleed’in routine down the last time I was here. Blah blah, this message will self-destruct in one minute. Got it, I’m gone.” He glared at the three bosses once before turning. He lifted his hand up in a wave as he walked out of the great hall through the main doors.
He walked into the hallways there and took and unneeded sigh. Turning his head suddenly, he noticed a man leaning on a corner of a wall. Spike grinned knowingly as he recognized the man.
Thomas, he had known a long time ago. His hair was black and the leather jacket was a picture; he’d gone all 80’s. Spike walked up to his old trainer. “ What you doing ‘ere?”
Tom shrugged, his black jacket making noise. “ Same as yew, they called me in, but it looks like they’ve already found the vampire for the job. Best dead man wins right?”
“Bullocks! You’ve got a few slayers in your day, ‘member that bint in eighty-six? ‘eard about that. Didn't think you could keep it from me forever did you? Its everything you ever wanted!”
Tom nodded. “Yeah, but I still think they’ve picked the best for this slayer, after all, you’ve got one slayer over me.... mayber two if you nib this next bird.”
“Hey, I didn’t have any training at all when I killed Chinese one. And the one in New York... well, that was all me being in the right place at the right time. You can thank Dru for that.... my little slayer holming beakon. BUUUUT this one, well... can’t help it if they recognize natural talent when they see it.”
The dark haired man shrugged again, trying to hide his jealousy, scoffing and changing the subject. “So, who’s the slayer now?”
“Guess I’ll find out when me and Dru get there. Supposed to be this big anointed chap leading.... but not doing a good job.”
Tom nodded. “ Your bringing Dru along?”
“Well, yeah, they said Delacks tomb is in Sunny-what’s-it. If Delack can ‘elp my baby then that’s where we’re going.”
“Delack… the dark priest?”
“Yeah, should be fun, Dru will want to ‘ave a party I’m sure…your welcome to come when we nip this bird.”
“ I dunno Spike-o, Drus parties aren’t really my kind of social calling. But, anyhow, break a leg.” He looked down and lite a cigarette, saying all this kind of dryly, noticeable to the blond vampire who knew this tosser a little to well.
“ Admittedly, I can tell you want to go more then I Tom. But Dru needs this more then you, so I go. Better luck next slayer around. Don't be a sore loser.”
Tom smirked, removing the cigarette from his mouth. “Your getting cocky... cockney. I trained you because I had to, but just so you know, your not the best…yew only think yew are.”
"Well, then maybe one day, we'll have that final sparing match, but until then- I'm still the golden child." And with that, Spike turned with a click of his boots, and left, waving two fingers in the air as he left.
But after all that tall talk, the truth was, Spike hadnt done his job well, and had gotten side tracked...alot. Killing the anointed one, Delack's spell, stealing Angel, the organ putting him in a wheel chair, going to Brazil, finding the Gem of Amora, Getting caught by the Inishative, getting chipped, and finally falling for his target.
Damn slayer! And God how he hated this town now. The only thing keeping him here was her, his blond slayer. But it bothered him though, weither or not he should tell her about the 'Order of Malus' or not. It was the reason he kept coming back. But he just had to be content with snooping around and following her, that's all his unlife consisted of now. Angel had once told him that ' to kill this girl, you gotta love her.' And if what he was saying was the truth, then Spike could kill her now... only too easy.
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