Title: All Roads Led to You 1/?
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: After a demon kills his sister Spike takes him out. He isn't prepared for the outcome.
Warnings/Spoilers: Series never happened
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
Prompt #347 from Tamingthemuse- Sister
Note: From now on most of my Tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.
Spike saw red. Anyone who thought vampires didn't have feelings was wrong. He and his beloved sister Drusilla had traveled all the way from Europe to Sunnydale. Drusilla had told him she had a vision that something in Sunnydale belonged to Spike and they had to get it for him.
On their travels to California they had acquired a few minions. They'd been on their own for years but Drusilla insisted that they have a couple of minions.
The first night they were in Sunnydale Drusilla went off on her own. Spike had fallen asleep; he never was much of a flier.
As he slept, Spike dreamed of Drusilla. Her beautiful long hair blew in the wind, her blue eyes were closed, a smile was on her face. When she slowly opened her eyes it was as if she were looking directly at Spike.
"My precious William," Drusilla said in a hushed tone. "We've had so many wonderful adventures together and I will forever be thankful for your protection. But it is time for us to go separate ways."
Spike's brow furrowed as he tossed and turned in his sleep. Something wasn't right. This was too real.
Drusilla continued. "Don't worry though I'd never leave you alone. You will have someone new to take care of. The thing we've come looking for. Don't mourn my death." She was about to say more but her eyes went wide before she turned to ash.
When Spike woke up he yelled "Dru!" He realized that he was panting and sweat had formed on his brow.
Spike made his minions go out to find Drusilla to make sure she was all right but they all came up with nothing. Well, not nothing. There were whispers that a vampire with visions was killed. Word got around fast. Almost as fast as it took Spike to find the demon that killed Drusilla. Being a part of the Aurelius line definitely had its perks.
Without a plan or even backup Spike tracked down the unidentified demon. Drusilla would be avenged. He kicked in the door only to be greeted by a dozen or so vampires. An onlooker watched in amusement.
The vampires were good fighters but they weren't trained by the legendary Angelus. Spike was scraped up after he was done but at least he was still standing. He brushed off ash from his duster.
"And to what do I owe the pleasure of you dropping by?" the demon asked knowing perfectly well why Spike was there. He was going to have to find himself more vampires with a little more training.
Spike just snarled, not playing into whatever games the demon was trying to play. "Just tell me why?"
"Simple," the demon answered. "The hellmouth belongs to me. Everything here belongs to me. Isn't that right, pretty?" His hand landed on a large covered lump beside his throne. Something that whimpered.
With his attention diverted it gave Spike the time to pull out a sword from his belt and attack. A shocked expression crossed the demon's face as his head was taken clean off. It bounced off whatever was cowering next to the chair and rolled across the floor.
Spike stood there feeling nothing. Killing the one that killed Drusilla should have made him feel something… anything but all he felt was empty. He was alone. Spike went to leave but saw the lump move slightly. Curious, Spike went over and uncovered it. His eyes went wide with what he saw. Two large terrified hazel eyes stared back at him.
"Bloody Hell," Spike murmured.