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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 6
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London, 1901
Spike had natural blond hair that hung in bangs just around his eyes. It was 1901 so the younf vampire wore brown pants, a larger loose white shirt, black riding boots, and suspenders.
He and Drusilla were in the Order of Malus' main headquarters, in London, for the first time.
By all accounts the building on the street looked very ordinary, but inside it was a very different story. Down the spiral staircase and into the stone hallways. Drusilla and Spike went, the candle light there only source as they made their way to the main chamber.
Spike sighed to himself as he wrapped his hand gently around Drusilla's tight waist. She looked very distort and didn’t seem to be noticing where she was going. Her head was pointed to the ground as she walked, looking at her feet as if she was a lonely little child going to her room for punishment. Spike had figured she would act like this, after all, it wasn’t everyday that her sire practically abandoned her.
After that night in China, Dru and Spike had woken up to find that Angelus and Darla had left with no trace. Drusilla had been devastated and cried for days about what had happened to them. From what Spike could piece together; Angelus had run off while Darla had gone back to the Master, leaving them in the process, as it were. Not that Spike cared, he hated Angelus, and Darla got on his nerves, but it was doing terrible things to his poor love. Dru was so fragile and she hadn’t even felt up to killing anyone that night. Poor ducks, she needed to be comforted and needed to be taken care of. That’s what Spike was there for and he vowed that he wouldn’t leave her like Angelus did.
So now it had been more then a year and she was still morning. It was about time to get her over this little hump-in-the-road-of her-unlife and start killing once again. Start living the good unlife and start making something of herself, that’s why they were back in London.
But two nights before in a small hotel in Dunkirk, Spike had been sitting in a freshly furnished chair, his chin resting on his elbow as he ideally watched a man beg for his life before him. Spike had been looking for the next slayer. The whole, chosen one, spiel had been explained to him- and he wanted a shot at the next one rising. He was always looking for the next slayer but, this man was a dead end in more ways than one.
A telegram was sent and was slipped under the doorframe as the vampire sat, the pleas of the man going unanswered. With a stand and a brutal snap of the man's neck, the natural blond stomped over to the front door of the flat and picked up the small piece of yellow paper and started to read:
Sir. Stop. It has come to our attention that you have been a very busy man. Stop. That Chinese girl must have been a hand full for you, we’d love for you too tell us about it. Stop. It will be to your advantage to come back home to London to the address above in the evening of the twenty-sixth of this month. Stop. We’ll be waiting William. Stop.
He looked at the small letter back to front, the return address was at the top, his hotel address was on the back, and there was nothing more after the initial letter. It puzzled him for a moment…and then it had disturbed him. These pissers knew a lot about him. ‘Come home?’ ‘That Chinese girl?’ ‘William?’
At first he had wondered whether to just burn the letter or actually go. It was a tough decision; after all, Drusilla was very much enjoying herself in France with seeing all the mimes. She said they, ‘Spoke nothing but held so many words and only made a sound when they screamed for help.’ He had to admit it sounded like fun, but to travel back to London? He shrugged; it had been twenty-one years since he had been back home. But then again maybe it was time to go back, face his past and maybe kill a few old relatives. He nodded reassuringly and convinced Dru and headed back off to his home, back to the Mother Country. Back to London.
And that’s where he was now; deep in the underbelly of a place he didn’t know. The smell of other vampires and blood from humans they had eaten in this little den. But the place seemed solid enough, not too filthy but just radiating enough sense of foreboding and danger to make even the most proud vampire a little intimidated, he liked it.
The servant holding the candles lead them to a large wooden door and gestured for Spike to go in. He held out a hand to stop Drusilla but Spike ignored him; he led Dru into the room with him, the doors closing as they stepped inside.
The room was much brighter then the outside because of all the torches around the walls, a fireplace to the right, and a huge table at the end. Three other vampires sat at this table, a coat of arms of some kind on the wall behind them. They all watched Spike carefully as he came farther into the room, his hand still tightly woven into the curves of Drusillas body.
“Spike.” One of the vampires said, he was sitting in the middle.
“ Yeah, that’s my name now…also a noun.”
“ Do you know why you’re here?”
The natural blond vampire nodded and stepped forward leaving Dru standing as lifeless as a statue in the middle of the room by herself. Her eyes stared to the ground as she stood there, seeing the things no one else could see and hearing a tune of a song no one else could hear. Maybe the three bosses knew this because they all eyed her once before returning there attention back to Spike, his hair hanging down to cover his eyes with his bangs every so slightly. “ Yeah, I’m ‘ere because yew sent me a letter.” He scoffed. “ And damned if I ‘ad anything else better to do.”
The one on the left scowled and then spook up. “ You’re here because you killed a slayer.” He shuffled through the papers in front of him and began to read. “ A young slayer by he name of Lu, no last name, she had been trained in the martial arts for nearly six years and had been fighting against the Rebellion, opposed to her family who favored the change in British law. She was highly accomplished in the sword and had been giving us trouble for nearly eight years. Our intelligence claims that she was found the next morning of her death, on the night of the upheaval in a burnt temple. We’ve been searching for the vampire who killed her and after some time… we finally got word on 4 out of town vampires in that area around that time…You, Angelus, Darla, and your... Drusilla. Now, the question is… are you the vampire who killed this slayer?”
Spike smirked knowingly. “ Yeah...”
The boss on the right spook up. “ Care to enlighten us, tell us how you did it?”
He loved to brag. “ She was kneeling down before the statue of ole Buddha when I came up. At first I didn’t think anything of the little bint until she stood up and took out her little knife and kicked me back. She came ‘round and slashed the sword into me head.” He gestured to his scar.
The boss in the middle interrupted the story. “ So she must have forged the weapon herself if the wound has not completely healed by now. You're going to have that scar permently.” He sounded almost happy at the notion, but how he’d know that information was beyond Spikes understanding at this time.
Spike shrugged lazily continuing with the story at hand. “ Well, she was a stern little git, went straight to business and didn’t bother with the talk. She wanted to take me on quick and get it over with, that I could tell. No talk necessary, just something was making her angry…and sloppy. It was only a matter of time before I got the upper hand and knocked her sword away. We fought. I won. Not much more to tell except that she said something before she went under…didn’t catch it though. But, I wonder, even if I had really killed this bird, what makes you think I would be telling you the truth?”
The vampire in the middle looked to Spike. “ You don’t become old and not learn a few tricks along the way. I know your tell'in the truth Spike… or should we call you by Will...”
“ I’d prefer you’d not.”
“ Very good. Then in that case, I believe it is the decision of this board to accept you into a membership.” All Spike could do in raise an eyebrow suspiciously, not at all great full, just curious. “You will be trained in the arts of combat and learn about various demons, learn languages, and hunting skills that can make you invisible to vampire hunters such as slayers. My personal favorite skill in this course if I do say so myself. Also, you’ll be getting a partner…”
“ Wow mate, first of all, I came because of curiosity, nothing more. I didn’t expect to be nominated to join your little club. Granted I’ve heard a little about you blokes by now, but it’s not the sort of scene I like to be apart of. I’m leaving.” He turned quickly to leave only to be blocked by another vampire, this ones arms folder across one another as he stood perfectly still, his black hair flowing down to his shoulders, his white long sleeved shirt unbuttoned slightly. Spike chuckled lightly and stepped to one side to pass him. The vampire only moved with him, continuing to block his escape.
Dru stood up straight and twinkled her eyes watching this. She smirked and whispered to herself words. “ My Williams got a new friend…but he won’t play nice.”
Spike looked to the vampire standing in front of him, getting rather annoyed very quickly. “ Move…” He said.
The vampire just stood and shook his head no.
The blond vampire sighed, quickly vamping and punching out to the blokes face.
The vampire caught his fist quickly without another thought and twisted it around Spikes back, then pushing him forward and kicking his feet out from under him.
With a low growl Spike fell to his face, his chin scoffing up against the ground as he hit the floor. A light laugh could be heard as this vampire stood behind him. This one was fast. Spike turned quickly and stood himself up by pushing himself off the ground with his hands. How had that bloke done that? He stepped forward, ready to fight again. The vampire didn’t waver; he only stood, cocking his head to one side as Spike approached.
“ Spike…” Dru called him softly, it only made him stop and turn his head to her. She calmly walked over, her dress shifting lightly by her feet. “ Spike, it's like two nights fighting for the trophy. Armor, and roses, and maidens- kings crossing the road and then, the wheel falls off of the… you should learn from them.”
“ Dru…” He turned to her now, completely ignoring the council and this new vampire. “ I didn’t plan on staying in London, not to mention, I have places to go, leads to follow.”
The head vampire of the main council spook up at this now, his voice calm. “Want to know where the next slayer is located?”
The blond turned his head, staring at this boss.
“ Want to find another challenge, something harder then before perhaps? We know where they are, all of them, all the time, and we’ll give you the tools to be able to defeat them. Granted, street brawling is one thing, but your skills have only yet to be developed. If you leave and fight the next slayer, you most certainly will falter and fail…but… if you stay, only training, only fighting, then you’ve got a chance. All we ask in return is your loyalty to hunt down a slayer whenever the occasion arises. Does that sound good?"
Spike raised an eyebrow, only to smile menacingly and nod.
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