Death Wish

Chapter 2
by Miss Binks

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Chapter Two

Spike awoke slowly, feeling the pain of a particularly severe hangover roll though his head.  He carefully opened his eyes and saw the wide, lifeless eyes of the girl staring back at him.  He pushed himself off her, cursing as he moved back towards the tomb in the center of the crypt.  He tried to remember what had happened the night before, but his memory was fuzzy.  As he thought more, he remembered the whisky, which could explain the lack of memories, and then in a bolt, he remembered the attack and death of the girl who was still staring at him, almost accusingly.  He killed her and drank her, rather spectacularly if her bloody and misshapen face was any indication.  Spike felt a stab of guilt as he looked at the shattered body of the young wisp of a girl that was lying before him, broken and battered.  Now that her face was swollen and slightly blue, her resemblance to Buffy had faded, but Spike could still remember the rage that he had felt last night.  His fury that this poor girl had to receive in Buffy’s place.  He was amazed though.  Somehow, he had found a way to fight through the pain the chip gave him.  He remembered the chip suddenly cutting out.  It was weird, the girl was still alive and Spike was sure- if her moans were any indication- that he was still causing her pain, but the chip had stopped.  He rose carefully, letting the crisp morning air clear the last of the hangover out of his head.

“Could it be?” he thought.  “Is the chip fried?”  That would explain the last jolt of electricity that he had felt before he was knocked out.  It seemed as thought the electricity that had once been confined to his head had traveled throughout his body before rebounding back into his head.  Maybe the chip sent out so much current that it had fried itself.

“Bloody wankers,” he spoke aloud to the empty crypt, a broad smile forming from his chiseled features.   He began to pace the small room in excitement. “Figures those Initiative blokes couldn’t make anything right.  Look at how long that Adam guy lasted against Buffy and the Scoobies.”

Buffy.  Shit, that girl is not going to be happy to find out that Spike was once again the big bad.  “Fuck ‘er.  I am back to my old self now.  The old Spike wouldn’t spend one moment worrying over what the Slayer thought.  Think of all that I can do now, everything that I have been dreaming of since Riley and his blokes neutered me.”

Spike now stopped as he remembered all the dark fantasies that had kept him occupied for the last year or so.  So much blood and so little time.  So, what to do.  Spike thought about the scene the other night, the humiliation that he had felt as he hit the threshold to the Slayerbitch’s house.  Spike could feel the pure and simple anger rise up in him again.  Now that the chip was disabled, he had a hard time explaining his behavior over the last few months.  Why in the world had he ever let himself become so weak?  He was William the Bloody, the killer of Slayers.  It was unbelievable that he had let himself become a Slayer’s lapdog.  Just thinking of the things that he had done for her made Spike sick.  He had to change this, return to the Spike that had originally come to his wretched town.  Spike needed a plan.

Spike looked over at the corpse lying in the corner.  Definitely needed to get rid of that.  He wasn’t ready yet to have the gang find out about his altered condition.  He would have to clean up the mess, and plan the perfect way to show Buffy the Spike that this girl had met last night.

It was midmorning, so he had to travel by the tunnels that led out of the lower level of the crypt.  He picked up the girl’s body, pulled it over to the trapdoor and then down to the lower crypt.  Over in the corner was the mangled remains of his Buffy shrine.  He made a mental note to get rid of that too.  Perhaps if Buffy saw that the shrine was gone, she would see that he had come to his senses.  He needed to make sure that Buffy and the gang didn’t think of him as a danger.  Let them put down their guard and then strike.  He dragged the girl’s body into the tunnels and to an abandoned lair that he had found a few weeks ago.  The vamps were long since dusted, but there were still a few moldering corpses lying around.  With any luck, the girl will blend in just fine.  If Buffy ever found this place, she could never tie to girl to Spike.  One plus about living on the hellmouth.  A vamp could be a lot less careful.

Spike returned to the crypt, pulled down the shrine and placed all the photos and even the dummy into a trash barrel to burn later, once the sun had set.  He returned to the top level and washed away the few lingering bloodstains that patterned the floor were the girl had lain.  He then placed his bloody clothes into the barrel, and pulled on a new clean pair of jeans and black t-shirt, lit a cigarette and sat in his chair to ponder his next move.  Almost an hour had passed before Spike had a plan that he was pretty sure would work.  He stood up and began to prepare. 

Continued...