It's In My Blood pt.4-5

Author: Sarafina aka Gifted Spike
sarafina@delcarsdungeon.com


WARNING!!!!THIS Part is RATED R for Violence, Gore and Language!!

Part 4

David had been having the worst day of his life. He got fired. He came home early to find his wife sleeping with his best friend. He got in wreck at the intersection two blocks from what was his house while heading for his mother’s. Now he was in this god forsaken town, filling his gas tank for the sixth time, since the accident seemed to have put a leak in the fuel lines somewhere. He started the pump and it splashed gas all over him.

“Great! Just fucking great.” He turned and flicked off the clerk inside laughing at him.

Five women came around the corner and they seemed to be fighting. Then the red head decided to go into the store. The guy behind the counter began yelling at her about something. Then he just stopped and backed away into the cigarette wall behind him.

“Strange.” David said.


“I can’t believe he did that. And he didn’t understand why you were mad?” Dawn didn’t quite understand men.

“So how did you make him pay?” Willow asked in anticipation.

“Lets just say it was VERY enjoyable for me.” Joyce winked.

“Ewww, Mom I so do not want to hear about you and Giles.”

“Buffy, didn’t I tell you…”

“To call you Joyce, I know, but I still do not want to know its just gross.”

“It’s not like the whole mansion doesn’t know when you and Spike are doing it.” Her voice went high “‘Oh Spike Please Spike, More Spike’ I swear we need to invest in padded walls or gag for you.”

“It’s better than ‘Yes Daddy please more, hurt me more, make me bleed’.” Buffy bristled.

“I did not make fun of you and he who was my Spike.” Drusilla glared. Her hands forming claws her pose ready to strike, then she spaced.

“Not again. She already had one tonight.” Dawn complained.

“Pretty fire that will burn with a big bang. Large orb of fire engulfs the landscape of the sky.” Drusilla smiled and clapped her hands then frowned. “Bad, Bad Miss Edith to allow your hair to be singed like that. Now we have to cut it. Naughty, naughty doll!”

They resumed their course to the park. Dawn followed at the back of the group spinning her finger by her ear and pointing at Dru. Buffy yanked her hand down but had to stifle a giggle. Dawn reached inside her coat and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and stopped for a second to light it.

Buffy’s eyes got to as big as saucers, “What are you doing? Where did you get those? How long have you been smoking?”

“Dawn’s smoking?’ Joyce stopped and turned around.

“To answer your questions in order. I am smoking a cigarette. I nicked ‘em from Spike’s stash under your bed. About one year, not like you’d notice.” She took a defiant drag.

“You nicked ‘em? That’s it Spike’s in major trouble.” Buffy was shocked

“Why? He didn’t make me start smoking and its not like it’s going to kill me or anything.”

“Because I like it when we make up!” Buffy giggled getting over it.

Willow looked at the lighter, then the gas station. She sniffed the air that had more gas than usual in the air. She spied several puddles around the pumps. A smile spread across her features. “I wonder…” Was all she said as she went inside and took a can of aerosol hairspray off the shelf. The kid behind the counter protested, but shut up as soon as she showed him her true face.

She walked over and grabbed the light from Dawn. “You see ladies, a mere match or cigarette will not ignite a pool of gas, contrary to what the movies would like you to believe. But, I wonder if…” She sprayed the hair spray, and touched it with the flame of the lighter. The fireball it created was aimed straight for a gas puddle. Willow kept the flame jet trained on the puddle until it ignited. “Run!”

‘What is she doing? Is she crazy?’ David thought watching her come out of the glass door and take the lighter from her friend. He glanced at the “No smoking while pumping” sign. ‘She wouldn’t.’ As the fireball released from in front of the can time seemed to stop. He marveled at its beauty, its brightness, yet sill surrounded by dark blue flames. Then he snapped to and tried to jump back into his car, but the door was jammed. “Oh Shit!’ He tugged harder, but to no avail. The flame was spreading to his car. He ran but was not out of its radius when the first and biggest of the explosions went off, the pump.

They used their vampiric speed to get a safe distance away and still watch. They giggled with delight and ooohed and ahhed at the tiny explosions that went off inside the big one.

“Miss Edith,” Drusilla cried. “I dropped Miss Edith I must go get her.” Before they could stop her she ran to retrieve her doll. She came back with her face slightly blackened and scowling. “I have to cut her hair now, I do.”

They linked arm in arm and resumed their walk to the park. On the way they were jumped by six vamps, which had mistaken them for human.

“Hey ladies, wanna have a good time?’

“As if, buzz off.” Buffy took a step forward and was blocked by a large burly vamp. Buffy turned her back to him to face the girls. “Should we name drop or should we just dust’em.”

Joyce’s wicked grin touched her eyes. "All they are is dust in the wind, honey.”

Buffy turned quickly and grabbed the guy on both sides of his head and whispered. “Hi, I’m Buffy” The fledgling’s eyes bulged out of his head a second before she twisted it off.

The men stood gaping at each other and were jumped instantly by each of the women.

Drusilla stepped up and crooned. “Don’t you know it’s not nice to play with Angelus’ women.” The vamp stiffened and began to stammer. Drusilla’s hand went to his mouth to shush him. “Someone might get sore.” Then she lurched forward and tore his throat out with her teeth, laughing as he stumbled around in pain. She pulled Miss Edith’s head off to reveal a sharpened wooden point, which she inserted into his ribs and squealed in the swirling dust.

“So are you fresh from the grave? Or just stupid? Let me help.” Dawn laced her arm through the guys arm. “You see, that girl over there, used to be the slayer, and I used to be a mystical key, full of good energy. Now we’re vamps. Wanna see what happened to the good energy?” She glanced up to see if she was far enough away from the group, as he nodded in indecisive ‘yes’ ‘no’ patterns. When she turned back her eyes were black and the sneer was firmly in place. She pointed her hands at him. “I think you should run, cause this is going to really hurt.” A full stream of energy burst from her chest and was guided by her hands. It reached the vamp and surrounded his entire being and began to crush him into dust. Dawn’s laugh matched Drusilla’s, which still rang into the night.

“Whose territory is this?” Joyce asked grabbing the boy by his ear.

“The master’s” He said trying to pull away.

She smiled. “Ok, all of Hellmouth belongs to the Master, but after that, whose territory are you in? “ He opened his mouth but no sound came out, mainly because Joyce was crushing his trachea with her other hand. “I’m going to tell you before I send you to Hell.” She leaned in close. “This is our territory, Angelus’ family’s territory. How does the master feel about crossing territories? I am not sure he would understand, if I were to let you live. You guys really shouldn’t be out with out a master vampire at your side to inform you of these things. We brought ours.” She nodded in Dru’s direction “She’s a little off, but we still listen to her for the most part. Too bad you won’t be able to use the lesson you just learned. Joyce released her grip on the boy’s throat and rammed her hand into his chest and pulled out his heart. She licked the blood that dripped off and grinned.

Willow smiled sweetly and wrapped her arms around the man she had chosen. She pulled him into a kiss. ‘Oh, I got the nice one.’ He thought and relaxed in her embrace. Her hands roamed over his body and one rested on his dick. ‘Oh yes’ they both thought, then he screamed out in extreme pain and fell to the ground. Blood poured from the hole she had left. She examined the organ she held in her hand. Pulling away the bits of cloth left from his shredded pants. “My Xander’s is much bigger, I wouldn’t have even known it was there.” She pouted. “What good is man if he can’t pleasure a woman?”

He began to crab walk backwards away from her, still unable to reach his feet from the sheer pain. His companion ran by him. “You bitches are crazy!”

“No, only one of us is.” Buffy yelled after him. “Willow, are you going to finish him? We still have mayhem and destruction to do.”

“But I was having fun.” Her lip trembled a little.

An arrow sliced the night and pierced Drusilla just above her left breast, missing her heart by less than an inch. Everyone ran under cover knowing it was the new slayer. Drusilla stayed sitting on the ground clutching at the arrow.

A muscular woman with black leather pants and a leather halter-top stepped into the other’s field of vision. “Damn, I missed. I hate this thing anyway, takes all the fun out don’t ya think?” Her long dark hair fell to one side when she tilted her head. ”Looks like your friends deserted you. Which one of Angelus’ ladies might you be?”

Drusilla looked at the sky. “The stars are singing slayer, can’t you here their song?”

“What?!” she looked up. “Oh, you must be Drusilla, the one that’s off her rocker.” She produced a stake from her waistband and was knock down by four angry vamps clawing and tearing her apart.

Drusilla scooted back out of the fray. “Ding dong the slayer’s dead. She did not hear the song Miss Edith, but I did.”

“Crap!” Buffy put her hands on her hips surveying the damage they had done.. “We better go tell Angelus, he is going to be thoroughly pissed off! We just offed another Slayer.” She pulled the body over to Dru to let her feed so she could heal faster.

“And we were just warming up too.” Willow pouted.

”Yeah we only killed two humans. Are you sure we can’t go to the park first?” Dawn pleaded.

“No, Buffy’s right Dawn.” Joyce added firmly. “He is NOT going to be happy about this.”


Part 5

Angelus paced back and forth in front of his throne. “Let me get this straight.” He counted on his fingers. “One, you blew up the gas station, one of the few things that actually brings humans to the Hellmouth. Two, you killed 4 of the Master’s henchmen and severely crippled another one. And three, last but certainly not least, you killed the newest slayer. Even after we were warned and I threatened extreme torture. Did I cover everything?”

“Seems like it.” Dawn smiled sheepishly. “Did we win?”

Buffy jabbed her in the ribs with her elbow, then spoke up. “We had to, she was going to kill Drusilla.”

Angelus stopped and sighed. “I know that, but the Master is not going to care about that. You do understand I still have to punish you, but we’ll tend to that after our visit to the Bronze.”


“Angelus, what a surprise to see you in front of me yet again.” sarcasm dripped from his tone.

“Well, you know, we can’t resist seeing your lovely face, or the smell of fresh rode whore.” Angelus replied in a matching tone while blowing a kiss to Darla.

“You must pay penance for you insolence, Angelus, give the ex-slayer to me and the rest of your clan will go unpunished”

“No.”

“What?!”

“No, I don’t think so,” Angelus stood firm “you see, the slayer, the one we are here because of, she tried to kill one of my family.” Angelus leveled his gaze at the master. “Anyone who tries to kill one of my family will meet a similar fate.” The threat was thinly veiled and was through his lips before he could think of the consequences.

Silence fell across the room. A challenge had been issued. The gauntlet had been thrown down. It had been a long time coming. Now the question was: would the master pick it up?

“I see.” The master’s eyes narrowed. “Is this what you want, Angelus?”

Angelus took stock in the situation. His position as beta male was well known, if he were to overthrow the master he would have more than half their support. He could win the challenge and depending on whom the master picked for his champions, he was pretty confident his own would win. He stepped closer to the throne. “I believe the rules state three days to fight or flee. Correct?”

“Yes, are you planning on running?” The Master snickered

“Choose your champions. We will arrive at the appointed time, and you will fall.” Angelus replied quietly

The Master’s face lost all emotion. “Let’s see if there is more than talk behind those words.” He stood, “The challenge has been issued and accepted. Choose your sides carefully, for only one can rule the Hellmouth. All traitors will be run out of town after the battle. Three champions will be called, once defeated the Master will be decided. If both sides loose an equal amount of champions, the masters themselves will fight.” His gaze settled on Angelus. “For now though. I am still the Master.”

Angelus nodded. “For now.” He turned and led his family back into the night.


part 6