Downfall
by Tienco
He shouldn't have become so complacent, so effin' *comfortable*. He
was a demon, for all intents and purposes, but he was comfortable in
a human world.
That was his downfall.
~*~
Spike had settled into the domesticated role, keeping a nice crypt.
The Slayer and the two witches, the moron and his girlfriend, and the
Watcher visited frequently. Oh, they were snarky to each other, as
they'd always been, the Slayer constantly threatened the vampire,
threatened to throw him in the sun, to stake him, to behead him. And
Spike's game face would fall into place and he'd snarl and threaten
her life. "Why, you bloody Slayer," he'd say, "when this chip comes
out. . ."
They'd stare each other down, then one of the little witches would say
something, breaking the tension.
But Spike and the Slayer didn't hate each other. Not really. They
enjoyed each other's company, relied on each other as time went on.
The Slayer watched out for Spike, made sure humans didn't hurt him,
and Spike - he would warn her of demons coming and quite frequently,
he saved her ass in the middle of a fight.
She never said 'thank you', he never expected it. It was the way
their relationship was, how they thought it would always be.
You see, they thought Spike would never have the chip removed. And
Spike thought that if he *did* get the chip removed, sure, he'd go on
a rampage and kill all living things he could - but he'd spare his
friends. He never thought he'd kill them.
Boy, was Spike wrong.
Spike's world turned upside down when Angelus got loose. Angelus was
a big,bad dangerous vampire - feared the entire world over. Until he
got the whiney, broody soul, but that's another story, another day.
Angelus got loose, automatically heading for Sunnydale. He didn't
even bother with Soulboy's family in LA - he had a score to settle.
He wanted the Slayer's head on a silver platter, and he wanted his
Childe back.
Yes, Spike - the snarky domesticated chipped vampire - was his Childe.
Once, Spike was as great as Angelus was, devious and dangerous - he
killed without prejudice. If you had blood running through your
veins, he'd kill you. Hell, if you *didn't* have blood running
through your veins, he'd kill you.
Angelus stormed through Sunnydale, heading for his Childe's crypt. He
wanted to kill everyone in the Slayer's little gang, but he wanted
Spike to help. Either Spike would rise to the occasion and make
Angelus proud - as he tended to do at times - or it would be pure
punishment for Spike, thus making Angelus enjoy it for a different
reason entirely. Either way, Angelus was sure to get his rocks off.
After much fighting, and a chip removal, The Big Bad was back.
And he proved himself wrong.
He could kill freely again. Spike wasn't complaining when he snapped
the blonde witch's neck. He held the red headed witch close to his
body and licked her tears away before sinking his fangs into her
neck. His laughter rang through the park when her lifeless body
dropped to the ground.
Angelus killed the Watcher, snapping his neck like he did Jenny's so
many years before. There was even a comment made right before the
vampire did it, something about the Watcher joining Jenny. He also
took care of the moron's girlfriend, drinking her life away. The
moron was frozen, watching in horror as his friends were killed,
their lifeless bodies lying on the ground, staring at them through
dead eyes. He was shocked, he was hurt, he was crying out in pain
that his *friends* - two people that he'd grown to trust over the
years - turned on them, killing them all.
The moron begged for death that night. As Angelus and Spike advanced
on him, ready to let him join his friends, the Slayer flew into the
battle, arms and legs connecting solidly with cold bodies.
They fought, but the Slayer was grieving, upset about her friends,
upset about Angelus - she still loved the whiny soul, after all that
time - and she stumbled.
It was the last battle the Slayer ever fought.
The moron was frozen, frightened - no, terrified of his fate.
Somehow, he knew - he knew what would happen to him. He wasn't to
join his best friends. He was to die, then live again, at their
sides. He would be a soulless demon, a vampire, he would walk the
earth with his Sire and Brother, feeding on the weak, feeding on the
innocent.
The moron would become everything he never wanted to be.
~*~
"Xan, what the bloody hell are you doing?"
Xander looked up, his dark eyes sparkling in the lamplight. Spike was
leaning against the doorframe, watching one of his two lovers, as he
scribbled in a book, looking more serious than the blonde had seen
him in ages. "I'm writing in my journal. I mean, the world knows
about Angelus' family, but no one *really* knows about the youngest -
I figured the Watcher's Council would pay a hefty sum for the
personal thoughts of Xander."
Spike's eyebrow cocked and he smirked. "You give yourself too much
credit, lover." He walked into the room, his body coiled, ready to
spring.
Xander pushed away from the desk, turning his chair so he was facing
Spike. "Oh, you think?" he grinned. He slumped slightly in the
chair, his legs opened wide, his fingers flexing, itching to feel his
lover's body.
And then Spike pounced, landing in Xander's lap with a snarl, his
fangs sinking into the younger vampire's neck. Xander howled,
thrusting his hips against Spike, his body tight with desire for the
older man.
The oldest vampire - Sire to both of them - rolled his eyes when he
passed the room, glancing in to see Spike and Xander dry humping each
other, fully clothed, blood dripping from Xander's mouth and neck,
knowing that blood marred Spike's pale skin in the same
places. "Four hundred years together, and you two *still* act like
children."
Spike pulled away from the twin holes he'd placed on the left side of
Xander's neck, turning his head to study his Sire. He wiggled
slightly, then winked a yellow eye. "Why don't you join us, you
bloody Poof?"
Angelus stepped into the room, shaking his head, a small smile on his
lips. "Almost *six* hundred years, and you still call me a Poof.
Will you ever learn, William?"
"If I bloody learned, you wanker, then it wouldn't be as much fun to
punish, now would it?"
Angelus smirked, his hand wrapping around the back of Spike's
neck. "I guess you are right." He pulled Spike off of Xander, then
threw him onto the bed. The older vampire grabbed Xander by the
front of his shirt, pulling him up forcefully. Lips crashed against
bloody lips and the two fucked each other with their mouths, all to
Spike's great delight.
When they turned towards their blonde lover, they both had ridges
framing yellow eyes and fangs itching to taste blood.
Spike moved back along the bed, grinning as his two dark haired lovers
glided towards him.
The blonde's chip four hundred years before may have been his
downfall, but he knew that if he hadn't of had his unfortunate run-in
with the Initiative in Sunnydale while trying to kill the Slayer,
then his life would have been so much different than it was.
And Spike wouldn't change that for *anything*.
END
