Seer

hapter 1

He hurried to the library, hoping to catch the slayer before she went off and got herself killed. Who did the bint think she was. Thinking she could actually take the Master herself out all by herself. He rushed into the school library cursing up a storm. She wasn’t there. And by the smell of things hadn’t been for a full hour. Why couldn’t he get the damn visions sooner. What use were the damned things if he always got them too late.

He turned around and felt someone bounce of his chest. One of the damn puppies that seemed to follow her around everywhere. Grabbing the boy by his shoulders he hauled him up and smacked him into the wall. “Where’s the slayer.” The boy whimpered slightly. “I-I-I’m not g-g-going to tell you t-that.” He growled low in his throat and smacked the boy into the wall again. “Do you want to bint to die? Where.” He stumbles a bit as a picture floods before his minds eye. “Hurry my knight. Don’t forget to bring the lamb.” He nods to Drusilla and grabs the boy in front of him by the scruff of his neck. “You’re coming with me.” He ignored the boys flailing as he drags him to the car and puts him in the front seat. Jumping over the hood he gets in on the other side and speeds off.

Moments later they were at the small abandoned church. Grabbing the still struggling boy he drags him inside, not even breaking his stride as he stakes three vampires in rapid succession. The furious blonde slammed the door open with one well placed kick, just in time to see the blond slayer fall face down in a puddle. “Get her.” He growled at the boy as he threw him towards the girl.

“My, my, my. Our lost sheep returns.” The master smiled as he stepped towards the younger vampire. Spike slipping two daggers out of his coat pockets smiled. “Well if it isn’t old bat face. Out to explore the world above ground. Finally had the courage to crawl out from under your rock, mate.” The other vampire sneered. “Still the same little cocky brat. And here I thought that soul had taken care of that. No matter. You’ll be dust soon enough.”

In one swift move the older vampire attacked. His claws striking at the blonde’s face. One dagger intercepted the blow and the other managed a small nick to the other vampire’s neck. He smiled at the other. “Bit rusty are ya gramps.” He licked the blood along the blade. “Even starting to taste a bit stale.” The Master glared at the younger vampire. “You will die. Right after I break that soul of yours, you will die.” With those words he charged the younger vampire.

Spike dodged and jumped on the others back. Sticking both daggers in his chest and burying his fangs in the side of hick to tear at the flesh there. He swallowed a mouth full of blood as he made the most mess he could before the Master grabbed him and threw him over his head and into the wall. Before he had a chance to jump to his feet the master stood before him and kicked him twice in the chest. He winced as he felt bones break under the force of the kicks.

He kicked out at the other buying himself time to jump to his feet. They both jumped towards each other at the same time. Moving faster then the human eye could see they exchanged a flurry of blows that left them both bleeding. Though spike seemed to be in better shape they were both weakening fast. If he wanted to survive this he needed to be fast.

Grabbing the master’s arm he threw him into a wall. He ripped a piece of wood from a pew and watched the master do the same. The master charged him, and managed to duck beneath his guard to stab him in the gut. Grabbing the younger vampires hand as he tried to stab him in return. One push back and he was pinned.

The older vampire withdrew the makeshift stake and made ready to strike. “It seems we will have cut this short after all.” He tried to push the older vampire off with his free hand but was too weak to manage it. He closed his eyes, preparing to join Dru in whatever afterlife there was for his kind. Probably hell. He smiled slightly. He could hear the stake coming down. It was nearly there…

He stumbled in shock as the force that held him up suddenly disappeared. His eyes flew open only to be greeted by the sight of the slayer covered in ashes. “Soul, huh?” She asked. Green eyes hard and serious, stake still raised threateningly. He nodded dumbly. Still in slight shock. He stepped forward, nearly tripping over the bones before him. Wait a minute. Bones. “Oi, why does bat face get bones when the rest of us only get the bleedin’ ashes?” He stumbled again as the room suddenly decided to start spinning. “Bloody Hell.” He grabbed the nearest thing for support. The nearest thing being an armed slayer.

Oddly enough she didn’t seem to mind. She put his arm over her shoulder and held him up. “You are coming with me to my watcher. Make any bitey moves to anyone and I will stake you, got it.” He nodded dumbly for a moment. He nearly fell down as new images assaulted his mind. He could vaguely hear the whelp arguing with the slayer in the back ground. “Don’t forget the bones, my knight. Otherwise the others will use it to make bread and build a house of it, coated in blood like ginger. Ashes to ashes but not dust to dust.” He nodded to Dru slight. “Ashes to ashes but not dust to dust.” He muttered.

The other two stopped mid argument to look at him. “What?” He chuckled for a bit as they both asked the question at the same time. “Whelp, gather the bones. We need to deal with those.” The boy sputtered. “What? Why would I do anything you say?” He sneered at the boy in reply. “Would you rather see the rest of my family gather and use them to either make themselves stronger or resurrect the git.” The boys eyes widened and he shook his head. Spike swore as his knees nearly buckled and the black edges around his vision seemed to be trying to take over his vision entirely. “Good now that’s settled, I think I’ll pass out now.” He vaguely heard the slayer call out something as she shook him before everything went completely black.