-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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