Drink Me

Irritably brushing Spike's hands to one side Buffy turned and faced the blond vampire, looking at him with some distaste she shouted over the din. "You were supposed to meet us at the Mansion, not be in here partying."

"Ducks do you think I came all this way to see our idiot of a Sire?" Spike bent a little and looked at her with a smile plastered all over his face. "No Buffy, I came here to meet my new little sister. You know something I didn't believe the ponce at first, I thought he was lying, but here you are, all vampiric and lovely."

"I am not your sister, and I object to vampiric." a frown crossed her face as she noticed something. "You just called me Buffy, you never call me Buffy. What are you up to?"

"I'm just being friendly Slayer," without making the slightest effort to conceal the fact Spike eyed his new relation up and down. She was wearing a figure hugging black spaghetti strapped top and a skirt which reached only half way to her knee, there was a cut up one side of it reaching nearly to her hip. The shoes she was wearing were tied on with the narrowest straps possible. "You really are looking very lovely tonight."

"Thank you," Buffy looked at his handsome face, his blue eyes, his hair, and tried not to think about what might be under the duster. "I have a honey and don't forget it."

"As if I could little sister," Spike grinned even broader. "Or were you just trying to remind yourself."

Buffy smiled back and with real menace in her voice replied. "No I have every reason to remember Angel, he's just so damn sexy I can't forget him for an instant, and if you call me that again, I'll rip off your leg and beat you to death with the wet end."

"Wouldn't work Sis, you'd have nothing but a handful of dust before the first swing landed." He held out a black nailed hand to her. "Shall we go outside though, shout stuff like that in here and you'll just scare people."

Buffy glance round, no one was looking at her oddly, yet, but still she took the vampires hand and let him lead her to the door.
Once outside in the cool night air Spike turned his smile on her again, she felt like she was melting a little under the beam. "So Angelus is still damn sexy is he, thinking back I can remember times........." He laughed as the Slayers jaw dropped. "What's up luv, all vamps swing both ways, it's tradition, and we're way into that free love thing to."

"Well I am not," Buffy felt somewhat icky at the thought of Angel with Spike, and then even ickier at an unwanted and so hot mental picture of herself with......both of them. "Into either of those things."

"Of course Kitten," Spike tutted sympathetically. "It's that nasty old soul, makes you repress the fact that really you want to be naughty by nature." He moved a little closer to her and she found herself mesmerized by his stare. "Is there any way we could shake the pesky little critter loose, I'm game to help if it just involves me and you enjoyin' a good long shag. God what a time we could have together if you had unrestrained access to your full power, we could paint the world red."

"I'm....your......could you give me air here." Spike arms out to either side stepped back. "No it's permanent and I'm warning you I have a stake." She felt around, "Somewhere."

"Oh well," Spike mock sighed. "I might have guessed Nancy Boy and you interfering little friends would 'ave ruined things for you. It's a pity, never mind though Sis we can still 'ave fun, what's the trouble then, tell your big bro all about it."

"Angel already told you." Buffy tried not to stamp her foot at the vampire insufferable attitude. "These English vamps have threatened to kill Angel, and you don't like them so he thinks you'll help us."

"Yeah, I never could stand the stuck up bastards," the grin returned. "I mean I'd only miss the poof because he's so utterly thick and easy to insult, but if anyone offs him other than me I'd cry......Really though to tell the truth I'm just here to meet you."

"God you’re an annoying vampire," Buffy pulled out her cell phone. "I'm calling Angel to come over here, it's that or stake you."

"Bleedin' 'ell, do you 'ave to." Spike put his hands in his dusters pockets and sulked. "Why don't we go off someplace just the two of us and get a coffee."

"Why is it when your concentration goes you stop speaking English." The call connected as Spike stood there jaw flapping. "Angel, hi......he's at the Bronze...........yeah but he's here............ok, ASAP please, he's annoying me."

"My English is perfectly fine, I'll have you know that........"

Spike would have gone on but Buffy gave him the look, the one involving the fangs. "Oh now that is impressive, go on give us a kiss."

"You’re supposed to be afraid of me." Buffy morphed back. "Every other vamp I do that to is."

"They lack the huge brass balls I carry round," Spike held out his hand again. "Lets go back in and have a boogie before your nonce of a boyfriend gets here. Thats me by the way actually wantin' to dance which must show you how much I like you."

"Ok I guess I'll dance but only if you tell me something first." Buffy watched the blond sigh and nod. "Why did you snitch these guys to the Watchers Council all those years ago?"

"Because I thought they were a bunch of bastards even for vampires." Spike leaned back against a wall. "They were into all sorts of shit, dog fighting and bear baiting, when they could lay their filthy hands on a bear that is. If they couldn't they'd just set the dogs on a prisoner instead. The tribute the expected from ordinary vampires was teenaged boys or girls and they'd let everyone use them, even the minions, before they died."

"How many were there?" Buffy asked in a small voice.

"Fifty or sixty quite often." Spike snarled as he went on. "And they really liked Dru, her being crazy and all, they used to love to make her scream, and as long as they didn't damage her permanently Angelus didn't care."

"So anyway the hairy one suffers his misfortune, when I've stopped laughing I seize control of all he owned in London. A few years later the club turn up there, they had to move around a lot you see. Where's our tribute they say, give us Dru." Spike looked down and continued low voiced. "Having the hair ball around would send me crazy, hence the Spike. But I don't torture and I didn't rape, ok sometimes I seduce and then kill but I'm a vamp, and they weren't gonna get their hands on Dru."

"Ok Spike I understand," Buffy put a sympathetic hand on his arm. "Weren't you scared, meeting the Slayer?"

"Slayer! hell no I never met her." Spike shuddered at the memory. "What put the wind up me was the three Watchers I met up with at dead of night in Hyde Park, god they were hard bastards, I was lucky to walk away in one piece."

"Watchers!" Buffy mentally pictured Giles and then Wesley. "You mean guys in tweed?"

"1919 Luv." She looked blank. "The First World War you remember lots of death and barbed wire, well they were the survivors, the lucky few, Watchers in training or otherwise were thin on the ground cause like so many others they had volunteered in 1914 and 15, but those who survived had little fear of vampires anymore, and no wonder they'd lived through worse."

"Were they handsome?" The Slayer repressed a 'Damn' realizing what she'd just let slip out. She was beginning to feel gibbed about it, where was her hottie of an early 20's type. "Forget I asked that."

"I suppose they were," Spike tried casting his mind back that far. "All I can really remember is they had bloody big .455 calibre Webley revolvers. Anyway I somehow get away with it, they don't cap me in the park. And that night me and mine get on a train to Dover, and away to France the night after. Later I heard a group of Watchers with the Slayer get to the address just before the evenings victims get brought in, chuck in grenades and go in shooting and staking."

"Grenades!"

"I said they were hard bastards, they did it like they were staging a trench raid. What I hadn't counted on was that there would be a really big turn out at this gig, well over 100 vamps in total. There was only me and my Minions not there from all the vamps in London it seemed, so though the dust was ankle deep in the end a lot of the bigwigs got out. Their servants sold their lives to force open a doorway. They ain't been half as cocky since then though, kept so low a profile I thought they'd all been picked off later."

"Well they've come out of the woodwork now." Buffy looked at Spike and told him what Angel hadn't. "And what their after is me, a trophy for their cabinet apparently."

"They'll want to use you, to break you to their will. If they do that then every vampire will fear them and no Slayer or Watcher will dare face them," Spike looked at her at the worried frown. "But don't worry, this time I'm gonna be the one cleans house, this time I'm gonna kill them all."

Then he took her hand in his. "Come on Buffy you promised your brother this dance."

Smiling again the Slayer walked beside him, Angel would be pissed when he saw them. But jealousy wasn't a bad thing, it would stop him getting the idea he was the only game in town.

"You know when I first saw you, you were dancing in here."

"Yeah and you set up a trap outside with some big vamp." Buffy smiled to show there was no animosity but added. "That outfit was never the same after that rolling round on the floor."

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"You know it's getting as the vamps outnumber the regular people. I mean no disrespect to Buffy but when Spike gets here it’s going to be three of them." Xander was holding forth to a not really caring Willow and Oz, and Anya who hung on his every word. "I mean we're getting thinner on the ground here."

"And don't forget I'm a witch and Oz is a werewolf." Willow suddenly made Xander aware she was in fact listening to him. "Guess that just leaves you and Giles."

"And me, I'm normal now." Anya noticed the deep scowl Willow sent her and whispered to Xander. "Why can't she be nice to me, I try to be nice to her."

"Well having to meet a vampire who's you and from another dimension may give a person reason to feel prissy." Xander shrugged, "Wait until Spike gets here, she likes him even less. You know I can't wait for junior to show, as soon as he does....." He glanced round and saw who was behind him. "Hi Spike.....I'm going to help him and Buffy show these new vamps the way out of town."

"Hullo people how are we." Spike could tell that the romantic difficulties he had caused the last time he was in Sunnyhell where still held against him, so he focused on the only unfamiliar face. "Hi I don't think we've met."

"Hi I'm Anya." The girl extended her hand with a smile. "I'm very pleased to meet you."

"1,120 year old former patron saint of scorned women, meet 120 plus year old vampire." Willow chipped in. "She got trapped in a teenagers body and stuck here, but hey now she's trying to be good, which makes all the bad stuff she's done ok."

Spike began to realize that a lot of things had changed round Sunnydale, and not necessarily for the better. He gave Anya his best smile. "Good for you pet, hope your better at it than some I could mention. Tell me is there a male equivalent of what you used to be."

"No," Anya was aglow from the fact this guy actually seemed to like her. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh I could have done with him a year or so ago." He turned to Buffy, "Right then luv shall we."

Putting her purse away the Slayer led the vampire to the dance floor. Stunned silence followed broken finally by Xander.

"She's dancing with Spike, why is she dancing with Spike. So maybe what it says about vampires in those books Giles thinks we haven't read is true after all."

"I like him," Anya had a big smile on her face. Someone had been nice to her out of...niceness. "I think he's cool."

"Did he just insult me?" Willow whispered to Oz. "I kind of think he did."

*That's what was cool.* Anya smiled at Xander. "Can I ask you to dance again, or should I wait for you to ask me......."