New Order

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New Order part 47



Spike tensed in the van. Drusilla’s words always had double, sometimes triple, meaning. This time would be no different. He focused on the words she’d spoken back at Lucian’s.





“Daddy? Where’s my kitty? He’s going to be in such trouble and Miss Edith is so unhappy. She cries all night that the stars are working against Daddy’s little boy. They dance and spin and turn everything around in a pretty sparkly dance and poor kitty is so dizzy.”



They’d been wrong all along. It wasn’t about Angel at all. It was about Xander. Xander was the kitty. Drusilla had always called Xander her kitten. Xander was in trouble and unhappy. And the thought that made shivers run down his spine was that the stars were working against him. When Drusilla’s stars were working against someone, it meant one thing. Death.



Spike replayed the words of the last few moments. There was something there. Something teasing at the back of his mind.



“She’s come for him Daddy. The kitty is screaming and the stars are dying. The little dolly has curly hair and bloody eyes; she can't save the children now. They are beneath her.”



“Oh, shit!”



Spike didn’t realize he’d spoken aloud until Angel turned to him. “Shit! Shit! Buggering, fucking, bloody hell!”



Angel shifted Dru in his arms and grabbed Spike’s arm. “What?”



“Cecily.”



“Cecily?” The name was familiar to Angel but he couldn’t remember why. “Wasn’t that the girl you wrote the poetry for?”



“One and the same. But she wasn’t some girl. Ran into her a few years ago when Xander was going to marry the demon bint.”



Angel was stunned. “What the hell?”



“Cecily wasn’t Cecily at all. She was a vengeance demon. Goes by the name Halfrek. Was real good friends with Anyanka. Want to take a guess as to why she’s here?” Spike couldn’t help the sarcasm and Angel wasn’t impressed with his tone.



Oz spoke up from the back. “Someone want to clue me in here? I have a feeling I’m missing a few important pieces to the puzzle.”



Spike straightened his spine and turned to Oz. “Back when I was human, I had a bit of a crush on this girl named Cecily. Pretty little thing with curly brown hair and the most beautiful skin.” Angel snorted and Spike got back to the subject at hand. “Anyway, I used to write poetry for her and she laughed in my face and told me I was beneath her. Had a bit of a complex about that for a lot of years.”



He took a moment to calm the feelings of worthlessness that always welled up when he remembered that time. “Well, turns out Cecily was really a vengeance demon.” He turned to Angel. “Remember how we thought Drusilla had somehow managed to kill everyone at that party? It wasn’t her. It was Cecily - well, Halfrek is her demon name. Don’t know what she was revenging but everyone there that night died. Even me.”



“Anyway, I about lost it when she comes strolling in when Xander was getting ready to marry Anya. She called me William. Not many people called me that anymore, well, unless they were adding “the Bloody” after it.” Oz chuckled and Angel scowled at him. Right, not the time for jokes.



Oz leaned forward and propped his chin on Spike’s shoulder. “So why do we think its Cecily/Halfrek who’s causing all this?”



Angel thought back to Drusilla’s words. “It’s what Drusilla said, isn’t it. Curly hair, the children are beneath her. She was trying to tell us who it was.”



Oz thought it over. Made sense to him. “So you think she’s after Xander because of Anya?”



Spike nodded. “Why else? Anya wouldn’t let her do anything to Xander after the whole wedding fiasco. Now Anya’s gone and Xan’s still here. Perfect time for a little vengeance. And what better way than to give him love and take it away, just like what Xander did to Anya.”



Angel leaned closer. “Spike, how exactly did Anya die? Do we know?”



The blond shook his head. “Never got the story. Not a day any of us likes going back over, ya know?”



“I doubt it really matters.” Both vampires turned to Oz at his words. “Whatever she’s got planned it’ll be ten times worse than what happened to Anya that day.”



Spike hated to admit it, but Oz was right. “So how do we stop a vengeance demon?”



Angel sighed. “You don’t.”



Spike turned to Angel, snarling. “What do you mean, ‘you don’t’? Don’t even think about it. I’m going with you, you son of a bitch. You aren’t cutting me out of this. Sire or not, Master of the City shit be damned. He’s my claimed one too, dammit, and I’m not letting you…”



Angel grabbed Spike by the throat. “Calm the fuck down. None of us can stop her. We have to find out who her master is and how to summon it to us. Once a vengeance demon has started their spell, the only way to stop them is through their master.”



Spike realized that he’d jumped the gun again. He knew Angel understood that he was freaking out but still, he shouldn’t have done it. Spike dropped his head to the side and bared his neck to Angel.



Angel leaned forward and sunk his fangs into Spike’s neck. He barely drank, pulling out quickly, but he knew he had to acknowledge Spike’s gesture of submission. It was a delicate balancing act they were all trying to keep up. Angel was very aware that there were minions in the van, listening to every word.



When Angel backed away, Spike straightened up again. “D’Hoffryn.”



“What?” Angel wasn’t familiar with the name.



“D’Hoffryn. That’s her master’s name. Well, that was Anya’s master’s name and I’m guessing they have the same one.”



Oz leaned forward again. “Do you know how to summon him?”



Spike shook his head. “Nope. But…”



Angel and Oz spoke as one. “But what?”



“Xander does.”