Spike Speaks: Raid on the Orphanage

     an original story based on Joss Whedon's Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Crush

       It was a dark, windy night, the night Drusilla and I decided to have some fun. Darla and Angel were all too happy to join us, but Angel was too afraid of Watchers to get the full experience. Nevertheless, we went on our way after burning down a few cities to get a drink, when we came upon an old, rustic place.

       "This would be the perfect place to raise a family, isn't that right, my Spike?"

       If you'd never known Drusilla, she was one heck of a woman. She was also quite obviously mad.

       "Shall we?" I asked, ignoring her question. I caught Angel with a hesitant look on his face and began to mock.

       "You afraid of Slayers, Angelus?" I questioned.

       He immediately grew agitated and I knew my accusation was correct. "This is no place for a woman," he reasoned as he held Darla close. "Let's go on."

       "I think you're forgetting that these are no ordinary women." I responded cockily.

       "Come now, my Angelus, do lighten up." Drusilla said as she leaned against Angel, daring him to take her away from me. My blood boiled. I wanted to slaughter that pig. But if Drusilla was pleased with him, I wouldn't dare upset her.

       "I don't know about you, but I hear those kids are quite tasty. I'm diving in."

       Drusilla smiled as I ran towards the orphanage, and began to climb up to the roof. They followed me up as quietly as possible, but I could hear the scared squeals as we began our trap.

       "It's just that pesky raccoon. Now get back to sleep."

       "One heck of a raccoon." I muttered to myself.

       Angel stood beside me as I glared at him, daring him to make the first move. He did, and the roof fell through as he plunged through it.

       I watched as a little girl fell at his feet, and her body went limp. Darla had followed him down, and was speaking to the other kids in a quiet voice. She showed her fangs and the head lady screamed, but was quickly silenced. Drusilla and I followed suite, and made a flashy appearance.

       Rather than revealing herself, Drusilla began speaking kindly to the foolish children. "Hush now, my darlings. Do you want to play a game?"

       One child took her hand cautiously, and Drusilla smiled. She coaxed the child out into the light before biting into his neck. I snatched up the child beside her and he became my appetizer. His skin was smooth and spotless, and his blood tasted like milk to a newborn babe. Then, I heard something.

       It was the whimper of a small child. I grinned and the others watched as I snuck down the hallway. I could smell the fear wafting from an adjoining room, and I peeked in to get a closer look. I opened the door with such force that it almost fell off it's hinges. Angel insists that it was just an old door, but I broke it nonetheless. Anyway, the fear-scent got stronger as I ripped the door open violently, and grabbed the little girl that I had smelled. She screamed and cried but I was able to finish her quickly, breaking her neck as I exited the room.

       "Oh, look, my Spike got himself a little puppy." Drusilla commented proudly.

"We should get going," Angelus once again insisted. "The Watchers will be coming with their Slayer."

       I growled and bonked him on the head. "That's the whole point." I snapped.

       It was then that a horde of Watchers busted through the door. "Get behind me!" I snarled to Drusilla, although I was fully aware that she would easily dismember them. 

     "My boy's gonna kill him a Slayer." She hissed happily.

       I watched as a Slayer burst through the door, and I knew then that her moves would be as predictable as the last Slayer I had killed. She tried to kick me but I stopped her foot in midair. She clearly wasn't expecting it, but she maintained her balance, unlike the last one. I twisted her foot back in a gross fashion and I watched her grimace as the pain shot up her leg. By then she had fallen and was beginning to squeal. I heard her leg break as I continued to twist, and the young girl cried out louder. As I stood there, playing with my new toy, I felt a burning sensation grow closer to my face. The other vampires had shrank back in fear of being burned, and there I stood, staring at the Watcher who was holding the cross. "Back, unclean beast!" he shouted furiously.

       With that, I grabbed his Slayer and broke her neck, ending her life forever. The man yelled and pushed the cross against my bare skin. Needless to say, I fled, and vowed that I would slaughter the Watcher who interrupted my raid.

     The End