Summary: During a night gone wrong in Prague Spike and Drusilla are turned human. In a quest to take care of his beloved and perhaps gain back their immortality Spike ends up in Sunnydale. Will Spike learn to accept his humanity or will the Hellmouth lead to Hell.
Rating: T to be safe
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of its characters.
A/N: Primarly a Spike/Dru story with hints of Spuffy, but also hints at Bangle and even Spangle.
William the Bloody, the most violent vampire in recorded history, or Spike as he had been called for the past century, awoke with a dull pain in his head. He was lying outside on the ground in a pool of blood. To his disdain the blood was not human but his own. He tried recalling the events of the previous night but all he could remember was a mob, fire and screaming. He would have to get something to eat, a nice tasty human, in order to clear his head.
Spike looked around for his immortal lover, Drusilla. She was nowhere to be seen. Spike had a flash of a memory from the night before. He remembered Drusilla being taken away from him while he was attacked. She screamed and babbled on about something crazy.
Somebody made the wrong decision when they separated the lovers and Spike was going to make sure that they paid. He got up from the ground, wiped off the blood that clung to his leather duster and headed into town. The sun was coming up soon and there was nothing he could do for Drusilla until it went down again. In the meantime he would dine and sleep to rejuvenate.
In town he found a handsome looking man, a bachelor who lived by himself, and convinced the man to give him an invitation into his home. Spike made up lies about looking for his lost daughter and the man offered Spike a drink. After a glass of wine Spike drank the man dry and then went to sleep in his bed. When he woke up it was a little before sundown so he finished off the bottle of wine. The sun set and Spike was went looking for Drusilla.
He asked around town, using death to intimated the residents and found out that an insane vampire had been captured for torcher and experiments. She was hidden away at in a fortress at the top of a nearby hill.
Spike headed for the stronghold. He took a survey of the surroundings. There were guards patrolling the area, a group of four guards at the entrance and few more scattered around the building. Spike could slowly kill each guard, one-by-one, picking them off easily and without a fight. He would have to be stealthy as to not drawn attention to himself, but it was his easiest option. Or he could just mount a frontal attack and kill anything that comes near him. He opted for the later.
He started by walking up right to the castle doors, vamping out his face and breaking one of the guards neck. The other two of the other guards attacked him while the forth called for backup. He grabbed the two and smashed their head together, hard enough for them to crack open. They weren't dead yet so he threw one body at the forth guard, knocking down the forth guard, and held the other injured guard close to his body. He took a bite out the man's jugular, killing him.
Spike walked over to the other two guards, stepping on the neck of the one he had already injured and grabbed the last guard, picked him up and used him as a battering ram against the heavy steel door of the castle. He knew it would do nothing to the door but it brought a smile to Spike's face seeing the way the head cocked to the side when it hit the door. All four of the guards were dead.
The first reinforcement was there. Spike decided to go for some old fashion punches with this guy. He hit him a few times. The guard got a lucky shot and landed a punch square on Spike's nose. Spike laughed it off and then straggled the guy to death.
Ten minutes later Spike had killed over a dozen of the armed guard. At that point Spike realized he had no idea how he was going to get into the building. He walked around the structure and when he reached the back he noticed a servant entrance.
The smell of the entrance was putrid. The exit was through a kitchen filled with many workers. On the counter laid the body of a dead demon that some workers were cutting up.
Interesting appetite this one has, Spike thought.
The worker paid no attention to him so he was able to reach the hallway without a fight. The halls were barely guarded. Occasionally a guard would walk by which Spike would quickly kill with a clean neck break. He had no time to get fancy or for a fight. He had to find Dru.
He reached the highest point of the castle, a tower with five more guards. Spike rolled his eyes and quickly killed one.
"I've killed every single guard in this castle, the bleein' ones outside, the soddin' ones in the bloody hall and even your mate here. I can kill every single of one of ya but I really don't have ten more seconds ter spare so I'll let ya run."
The four guards looked at each other and then ran past Spike and down the stairs. Because of the time he saved Spike fished through the pockets of his coat for his pack of cigarettes, pulled one out and lit it. He entered walked through the door and into tower.
Drusilla was lying on the floor. "You're the Devil's child and you do the Devil's deeds," Drusilla said. "You're a bad, bad little girl. You'll hunt and you'll eat but it won't be enough. God doesn't want you and neither does Daddy anymore."
Spike ran towards his lover and wrapped his arms around her to comfort her. She squirmed in his arms.
"Don't touch me Demon. I'm clean. All washed up and now you've gotten mud on my pretty little dress."
Spike didn't see the man with a devilish grin and bloody knife enter the room.
"Time for your bath; then we play," Drusilla said.
Spike looked up and saw the man. "What did ya do ter her?" Drusilla had always been crazy but she always calmed down when Spike was near. She knew he could protect her.
"The impossible, my dear boy," the man said while staring at his knife.
"Human! Human! It crawls inside me," Drusilla screamed. "Can't get it out. Warm blood. So thirty."
Spike held her closer but he noticed something; her skin was warm. He quickly examined her and stared at her moving chest. He placed his head near her heart.
Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
"How?" Spike asked the man.
"Would you like me to show you?" the man said.
The man came closer but Spike did not move. His immortal lover was immortal no longer. She was human. With Drusilla gone what was the point of fighting back?