Death Wish

Chapter 4
by Miss Binks

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Chapter Four

Just as the ending credits were playing, Spike heard the familiar banging on his door.   As usual, the Slayer didn’t knock, just barged in.   Spike rose from the chair and faced the girl.   “So, Slayer, here for a little playtime before bed.   A little game of Kick the Spike, or perhaps you’d like to play a more adult game.”   Spike stepped forward until he was standing right in front of her, his face inches from her’s.

Buffy unleashed a right hook that sent the vampire sprawling across the crypt.   “Pig.”

“I see that it is going to be option A.   What a surprise.   You really are very unpredictable Slayer.”   His voice dripped with sarcasm as he picked himself up off the floor.

“I am going to kill those demons, Spike.   I need you to tell me where they are, now.”

“Well, Slayer, I could do that.   However, I would just be sending you off to your death, and I really don’t think that the Scoobies will let me live if you die.   The only way that you are going to find those demons is if you take me with you.   Other wise, this town is going to be doing a brisk business in tiny little coffins.”

“Fine, but if you slow me down, I will stake you, Spike.”

“Ohhh, promises, promises.   You are really starting to scare me now, luv.”   Buffy rolled her eyes at the blond and then walked to the door.

“Ready?”

Spike pulled on his black duster and looked at Buffy standing near the door.

“Certainly, luv.   But we can get to the tunnels from here.”   Spike motioned to the open slab that covered the stairway leading to the catacombs.   “This way will be faster.    Let’s go kick some demon ass.”

Buffy huffed impatiently, walked back across the crypt, and headed down the steps, with Spike following closely after her.   Spike noted that Buffy looked in the direction of his little shrine and then gave a little smile when she saw that it was no longer there.   She turned back to him, and he thought that she might say something about it, but instead she looked at his bandaged hand.

“Mom was totally pissed when you hit the door last night.”   Spike was surprised at her words.   He was sure that she would not bring up what happened last night ever again.   “You managed to crack the wood.”   She turned around again and threaded her way out of the crypt and into the sewers.

“Sorry luv, but you certainly have a way of pissing a bloke off.”

“Are you saying that last night was my fault?   I seem to remember that you were the one…”

“Shut up, Slayer.   We have a job to do here and your yammering is not helping me concentrate.”

“Spike…” Buffy turned around and glared at him, her stake ready.   Spike looked at her and raised a scarred eyebrow.

“Remember, little children, dying.”

“Sorry,” Buffy sighed and turned back around.   “They are hiding down here?”   Buffy struggled to clear her voice of sarcasm or contempt.

Spike took a cue from the girl and made his tone businesslike.   “Yeah, I saw them dragging a wee one down here earlier, before I come to you.   I followed them to a small access tunnel over to the side here.”  

As the tunnels divided, Spike pointed towards the left one and Buffy turned and led the way into the dark cavern.   They had moved for about five minutes when Buffy heard Spike’s whispered voice float out of the gloom.  

“Slayer, stop.   Be very quiet.   They are close.”   Buffy knelt down to pull the flower potion that Giles made from her duffle bag.   As she prepared for battle, she heard Spike crouch down behind her.  

Suddenly, her arms were sharply drawn behind her.   She cried out as she felt the handcuffs tighten painfully around her wrists.   She threw her head back, hoping to catch Spike on the chin, but the vampire easily dodged her and fastened a second pair of cuff around her ankles.   Buffy struggled and tried to free herself from her bonds, but she was unable to move.   Spike had gotten the jump on her too fast and it looked as though there would be no way to escape.

“I knew it.”   Buffy was almost gloating.   “You’re evil; you’re always going to be evil.   Now let me go, you bastard.”   Spike had moved around her and reached into the pockets of the duster, pulling out a pack of smokes.   As he lit the cigarette, the light from the Zippo illuminated the vampire’s human visage.

“Now, now, Buffy.   If I were in your position, I would be making with the nice chit chat right about now.”

“Fuck you, Spike.”   Buffy attempted to kick Spike with her bound feet, but the vampire moved out of her range and then restrained her with one hand on her feet.   “You planned this all didn’t you.   You faked the demons to get me down here and now your going to have your way with me.   Did you forget, Spike?   You’re impotent.   That little chip is going to make sure that you never harm me.   Now let me go and I will consider not staking you.”

Spike chuckled, and a small part of Buffy ran cold at the sound of that little laugh.   Spike reached into the coat again and took out a candle, it’s small flame lighting the cramped little room.   Spike looked around.

“It is rather small.   I had really hoped on finding something better, but our little fight last night made me step up my plans.”   Spike moved the candle closer to the struggling girl and leaned towards her, looking deep into her eyes. “I really want to see your expression on your face when I do this.”

As the ‘this’ left his lips, Spike’s fist slammed into Buffy’s face.   He winced for a moment, expecting the chip to activate, but when it didn’t he grinned.   The vampire could feel the Slayers pouty lips split under his knuckles and he heard the crunch of her upturned nose breaking.   Buffy howled and stared at Spike, shocked.

“Your chip…”

“All gone, luv.   Now you and I are going to have a little bit of fun.”

The little cold sliver of fear that had lodged in her heart suddenly turned into a glacier.   At first, she had thought that the vampire was just after a little revenge.   Buffy had been so confidant that he couldn’t hurt her.   The Slayer had let down her guard and now she was going to pay for her carelessness.

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