Beauty & the Beast

-the War-

-Final Battle-

 

AUTHORS : dru & Evil Willow  (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)

SERIES: Beauty & the Beast

PAIRINGS : Cordelia/Spike

RATING : NC17 (highly smutty with plenty of delicious yums!)

WARNING: a little violence, bloodplay and death- as well mild female/female & spike/female

DISCLAIMER : We do not own these characters.

NOTE : Takes place after season three of Buffy, but before season four.

 

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THE WAR : FINAL BATTLE

 

 

I don't really like the fact that we're meeting on *his* 'turf'. But he gave us the address of what appears to be an abandoned building down a dark alley, of course.

 

Intimidation might work on others, but Donovan forgets I'm not a fledgling and I don't get scared.

 

His men are around the perimeter and soon, our men are as well. Well- Anton's men are. I have no men. Of course, really, none of us do because they're all vampires. But I'm very happy that Anton's outnumber Donovan's, 3 to 1.

 

Anton also commands respect and loyalty and doesn't beat the shit out of his minions for pleasure, so they are *extremely* loyal to him.

 

I hold on tightly to Cordelia's hand as we walk in. There is a table set in the middle of the room and Donovan is already standing there, waiting.

 

 

I can sense nervousness, other than my own. It must be Spike's. But it's not fear, which is good. It helps me keep my own fear under control.

 

We walk into this warehouse. Spike takes my hand and holds it tightly, his thumb moving in little circles on the back of my hand. It's such a sweet gesture, trying to reassure me without losing his 'big bad vampire image,' I can't help smiling.

 

Mia walks along on the other side of me, and Anton walks behind. And yes, I feel very protected at the moment.

 

We approach a table where the ugliest looking guy I've ever seen is standing. He's dark-haired, with brown, almost black eyes. He has a scar across his right cheek, and he's just got this look about him that isn't very pleasant. And the leering at me, while checking me out, is making me rethink going for the sexy look. What *was* I thinking????

 

 

"I see you brought along your *whore*. Perhaps I'll take her for a spin before you leave. I've heard she's quite... delicious."

 

I growl and say, "You'd do best to keep your favorite body parts *away* from my *mate*, *Mate*."

 

He motions to the seats on our side of the table as he takes one on his. I sit as does Anton and Mia pulls Lia back to stand a few feet away. I just hope she goes along with protocol.

 

"Where's Noah?" He growls.

 

"Where's Penn?" I ask.

 

"I do *not* appreciate you associating with my childe, *Willy*," he growls.

 

"Sorry, *Donny*, but *your* childe came to *me*. Guess he wanted what he couldn't get elsewhere. Now where is Penn?"

 

"Why? So your bitch can spread lies about him?" He looks over at Lia. "Look at her! If it walks like a tramps, talks like a tramp and *looks* like a tramp, chances are- it *is* a whore. And from what Penn told me, she certainly *feels* and *acts* like a whore."

 

 

I open my mouth to defend myself, but Mia puts a hand on my arm. I look at her and she shakes her head. And her eyes have this 'trust me' expression. As much as I hate the thought of letting him say those awful things about me, I give in, with a nod. Mia knows this world; I don't. If she thinks I should stay silent, I will.

 

 

"YOU KNOW," I growl and am grateful when Anton grabs my hand and yanks me back in my chair. "You'd do well to keep your *mouth* *shut* about my mate. Especially when you're in the presence of a Master, far greater than yourself."

 

His eyes dart to Anton and then back at me. "Can't be Angelus' whore, so you move on to the next cock available, huh, Willy? Shoulda just come to me, Spike."

 

"Like I'd ever-"

 

 

"I assure you, William has the full and complete support and backing of Clan Revail, as well as my personal support in this matter. So you'd do well to kindly tell us where the boy is so we might get on with our business."

 

 

"I want *my* *boy* back," he growls. "You gave me your word, Will, that you would not *touch* my boy again. You broke that word, so as what is mine is now yours, so too will what's yours be mine."

 

And then, he leers at Cordelia and licks his lips obnoxiously.

 

Is it any wonder every other clan in the order wants this vamp dead?

 

Hell- I'd tie him up for a slayer!

 

 

"You'd be interested in knowing that two seconds before we walked through that door, I received a phone call from my loyals in Los Angeles. They've captured *your* minions that were in Amelia's residence with orders to kill her *and* her sisters.

 

I lean across the table and say, "If you want to make war with Amelia and the Nests, you'd do well to know you're making war with the Revails as well as the Dominicans. Do you *really* want to take all three of us on, over something that isn't even your problem?"

 

 

This is going well. Much better than I think any of us hoped- because it seems to be going according to plan.

 

I know his comments are hurting her so I try to rub her arm reassuringly and pull her closer against myself.

 

And he certainly doesn't like that last piece of information.

 

 

"I have no business with you, Donovan. The hunting party in LA, that was Penn's convincing. I understand that. All I want is Penn so he can be taken back to the Council and punished for treason," I say.

 

"NO BUSINESS WITH ME?" He growls and jumps up. He grabs my duster and practically yanks me over the table. "YOU HAVE MY BOY!" He growls.

 

 

Mia grabs me when I try to move to help Spike. Damn it, I don't *like* this, not being able to do anything. "Anton will not let him be harmed," Mia reminds me, her voice so soft I just barely hear it. I stop struggling to get free of her grip, because I know she's right.

 

 

"NO!" I growl viciously and as I do... the building shakes.

 

Shocked, Donovan immediately lets William go, so I grab *him* by the jacket and yank *him* across the table and say, "Now- I'll ask again- do you *really* want to risk it? I don't *normally* feed off of vampires, but I *can*."

 

 

Anton's face changes and he is so old, his fangs are quite long and *very* sharp.

 

"Where's Penn?" He growls.

 

"Downstairs," he quietly.

 

"GO!" Anton orders his minions and ten of them go running down the stairs on the other side of the room. "You'd better *pray* that he's down there, because if he isn't- I will tear your flesh from your body piece by piece until I find him."

 

Oh my god- I'm *so* fuckin' hard right now.

 

"WE GOT HIM!" Someone screams and they drag a chained up Penn from downstairs. Apparently Donovan was going to cross him? Was expecting a trade? I don't know and I really don't care.

 

 

"Donovan!" Penn screams. "You lying, double-crossing bastard!" And I can't help it, even if he is chained up, I step back a few steps when I see him.

 

Anton chuckles at the sight of him, though. "My, my, you let yourself get chained up? How on earth did *that* happen, Penn?" By the grin on his face, I think he already knows... oh. And can I just add, eeeeeeeww?

 

"Donovan, let me go, damn it! You promised it would only be for..." Penn stops when he realizes what he just told us and again, eeeeewww.

 

"You weren't that good of a fuck to be worth the trouble that would be caused by an alliance with you," Donovan replies. He turns to Spike. "Get him out of here, do whatever you want with him. But I STILL want my boy back, Will."

 

 

"William doesn't *have* your boy. Your boy is *mine* now."

 

"What?"

 

"Write it off as the cost of making me angry and insulting William and his chosen. You're quite lucky I believe that this was all instigated by Penn and not by you as well!"

 

 

Donovan is shocked into silence, but Penn sure as hell isn't. "I'm going to kill every single one of you!" he yells as Anton's minions drag him out.

 

Unfortunately, they have to go past Mia and I... and when he sees me, he lunges for me, breaking away from the minions. He's on the floor before I can even react though; Mia stepped in between us and backhanded him so hard it knocked him on his back. "You will not touch her," she growls at him as the minions pull him to his feet again.

 

"I already did," he smirks, "and whatever the whore has told you, she really loved it. She was so hot for me--"

 

 

I run toward him and jump for a flying sidekick (thank you Dru and her Tae Kwon Do phase) into his face. I crack his jaw with the bottom of my boot and knock him to the ground. I *know* his jaw is broken, quite possible his nose. But it knocked him unconscious anyway.

 

"I think that's enough from you," I say before spitting on him and reaching for Lia

 

 

I look down at Penn as Spike pulls me into his arms. "So you're going to send him back to the Council?"

 

 

I glance back at Donovan and flash my fangs. "I will not be this lenient in the future. Challenge myself or any Nest one more time, and you will no longer have a clan. Understood?"

 

"Yeah," he says and they cannot get out of here soon enough. Neither can I.

 

It *is* good to see William and Cordelia safe and to *know* they are safe.

 

 

"Actually, Dear, my love and I have decided to personally accompany him to the Council, since so many of the Council are untrustworthy."

 

 

"When?" I ask, pulling Lia closer. I was looking forward to visiting with them.

 

"We'll leave tomorrow evening. Until then, he can stay locked and unconscious," Mia says before Anton's arms slip around her waist.

 

 

"Yes, I told mia amore that we simply could not leave without a good slau- sleepover, of course. Also, we *will* need to... open her veins if we're to declare her Untouchable once at the Council."

 

 

"W-we?" I'm just making sure I heard that right. And stalling for time, while my brain recovers from that mental image it just gave me of all three of them drinking from me. I hope Spike doesn't care that that thought was a major turn-on. Almost as much as what Spike keeps talking about, having both him and Anton inside me at the same time. Of course, they could all drink from me *while* Spike and Anton are inside me...

 

Holy shit. I think it's time to change the subject.

 

 

"I don't think that'll be a problem," I tell them as I cup her sex.

 

"Nice and warm, Luv," I whisper. "Wonder if it's wet too... lemme check," I say as I slip a hand under the skirt. I thrust two fingers inside her slippery core. "Oh yeah- nice and wet. She'll be ready."

 

 

"Oh..." I moan and grip his arms to keep myself standing. "Um... can... can we... get out of here?" I ask. Because one: I don't want to give Donovan a show, in case he's still around. And two: I *definitely* don't want to give Penn a show if *he* comes to.

 

 

"Most definitely," I say. I turn to my minions and tell them, "Take Penn in the other car, back to the hotel. Keep him in your suite, and gag him, so that when he does come to, he won't be disturbing us with his vile lies. And *when* he comes to, knock him out again. And as for treatment of him..." I turn to William and Cordelia. "I will leave that to your judgments," I tell them. "Do you care if my servants have a little fun him, or would you prefer he remain unharmed until he reaches the Council?"

 

 

"I can think of a ton of things I would do to him, to make him suffer." I look up and realize they're all looking at me. Oh. I didn't mean to say that out loud. "He deserves it. He deserves to know what it feels like to be so terrified that you just wish for death, rather than the horrible things that will happen to you, instead. He deserves to know how it feels to know you're completely powerless and at the mercy of someone who *has* no mercy... "

 

I shudder and try to shrug it off. "But that's just my opinion."

 

 

I glance over at John. "See if Len is still in town."

 

He nods and then runs off as we walk out of the building. "Wish granted, Luv. Let him squirm a bit. Make him scream," I answer Anton. Anton nods his head to his servants and they drag Penn to the car and throw him in the trunk.

 

"Now- bigger and better things. You must be starving, Lia," I coo in her ear as I slip my hand back under her skirt. "In more ways than one, I'm sure. But how about a big, fancy dinner for a change?"

 

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