A lone form stood in the dark cemetery, arms outspread, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, seeming to soak up the night. The darkness made him stronger, just as light made him weak. The living feared the dark. Raised with tales of monsters in the closet and they did not dare to venture out into the night. The tall, dark haired man opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt the air rush down and fill his long-unused lungs, then rush out again. It was on a night like this when he felt truly undead.
Another figure stood at the side of the clearing, waiting. This one did not have the confident set of shoulders or the air of power of the first. He was obviously a minion. He cowered, wrapping his arms around himself tightly. Around the clearing lots of other vampires had begun to gather. All of them stared at the taller figure as if he were some type of god.
The cowering minion was shoved forward by his fellow minions. The Master didn't even open his eyes. He just stood, basking in the light of the moon.
"Trevor, Trevor, Trevor..." he said in a tone of voice a mother might use to scold a child. His words seemed to weave through the night like a mist. "What are we going to do with you? I myself would not be troubled with you but those around me have different ideas."
Trevor looked nervously around the circle of leering vampires who were hustling to get a look as the master showed this soft twat what was what.
"When your comrades here came to me they were deeply disappointed. They referred to you as a... "Nancy boy". They said you were soft, had refused to kill your friends." He looked calmly at the quivering minion. Trevor was pinned by his gaze. Around them the other vampires jeered. "This is not becoming of a vampire, my boy. We are proud and strong. We EAT our so-called-friends with a song in our hearts and a smile on our lips. We are NOT Nancy boys."
"'snot true," Trevor muttered under his breath, rebelliously, not meeting The Masters eyes. Before the words had even faded from the air, Trevor was flat on his back, a giant red mark on his cheek No one had seen The Master move but he had somehow thrown the boy across the clearing.
"Insolent childe," he snapped, "You dare to talk back? Who are you to even be in my presence? A childe should respect his elders, you, maggot, have no respect."
In a blur, the master was standing over Trevor with a stake in his hand. Trevor began to snivel and tucked himself up into a ball; wailing 'mommy' at the top of his voice. A second later, all that was left of him was a pile of dust.
The crowd of minions let out a great whoop of joy and began to applaud. The master didn't seem to notice them. He had already moved on, slowly gliding through the crowd to his Queen. She was leaning casualy against a tree, taking deep drags of a joint. As she brought the joint away from her lips she casualy fliper her long black hair over her shoulder.
"Was that not impressive?" The Master asked her, kneeling in front of her. He reached up gently touched her pale cheeks. She took another drag from her joint then looked at him.
"Of course," she said quietly, in a voice similar to his, one that seemed to weave it's way through the dark like a living thing, smothering the life out of anything it touched.
He smiled, bowed, and kissed her hand. She took another drag and closed her eyes.
Slipping away through the crowd, The Master quickly found who he was looking for: Butch a hunk of bone and muscle with very few brains. He was sorry to have to tolerate an idiot like that in his family. One day he would do away with most of the amassed crowd and reduce the numbers to a few elite. Until then, he needed someone to do his dirty work.
"Find Trevor's mother," he whispered to Butch. "Make her beg for her life."
Butch nodded, a conspiratorial grin spreading across his face. The Master had already turned away and was moving silently through the night like a viper. He slid to the middle of the group of minions again and raised his hand. As if by magick the entire crowd fell silent and looked at him.
"My childer, today we have rid our ranks of one not worthy to share our blood. Are there others amongst you who are not worthy to have my blood in your veins?"
The crowd remained silent. The master smiled. He loved the power he hedl over there people, his family.
"I call this meeting to a close. We will disband, my family. We may move apart in body but we will remain united in mind. Go forth, find the best, the elite, make them one with me for the time of judgement draws near."
He slid through the crowd once more, stopping to take his queen’s arm. She had finished her joint now and joined him. They left the cemetery and vanished into the night like shadows.
~*~*~*~
"So basically this is going to be the biggest party of the year?" Buffy asked. About 5 minutes earlier Willow had come rushing into the shop, going on about some party or another.
"Not the YEAR Buffy, possibly your ENTIRE life. EVERYONE will be there. You have to go."
"I'd love to Will, really I would, but there's just so much to do. And I'd need to find someone to stay with Dawn."
"Well what about Giles?"
"Have you seen him letely? He needs every second of sleep he can get."
Willow sighed, then collapsed into a chair. She was really looking forward to this concert. Through the last year Willow had got really involved in the rock music scene. She was a real Mosher, and now Ozzfest was coming to Sunnydale. All she could talk about was the line-up... who, what, where, when, how etc.
All Buffy could think about was how many vampires were going to come to town for the event and how she was going to have to put in some extensive slayage while it was here. I mean, what type of warped vampire could avoid going to the biggest rock music event of the year!
Spike had shared Willow’s enthusiasm. Secretly Buffy blamed the bleach-blond vampire for Willow's new taste in music. They had been hanging around a lot lately, like best buddies or something.
Now whenever Buffy patrolled she had to deal with Spike belting out old rock songs at the top of his voice. They were Black Sabbath songs he told her. Classics. She still didn't like them. It wasn't that she minded him singing, his voice was ok, she just didn't like the songs.
Why couldn't it be a Britney Spears concert? No self-respecting vampire would go to a Britney Spears concert, except maybe Harmony.
Spike had tried to convince the slayer to go to this Ozzfest thing but she had said no. In a way it made her feel sad. He had gone into hyper-overprotective mode since she had come back and never let her patrol on her own. Now, because she was planning to spend the night patrolling he would come along with her and miss Ozzfest.
When she had first come back, everyone had been mega-over-protective. She couldn't breath without Willow or Xander buzzing around her. Soon it had died down though. Anya kept giving Xander jobs to do in preparation for the wedding. He had a list as long as his arm and was loving every minute of it. She couldn't blame him. He was so happy. Anya was good for him and theye realy loved each other. Why could she never have love like that?
Willow had needed downtime too. Ever since that night at the tower when she had jumped to save Dawn, Willow had poured all her energy into finding a way to get Buffy back. Tara had almost left her because she felt Willow was abusing her magick by trying to bring someone back. About the time Xander got pulled into wedding preparations by Anya, Willow had gone on vacation with Tara in an attempt to bring them closer again.
In the space of a few days, Buffy had gone from being overcrowded to being alone. Dawn was staying with their dad for the summer and Giles had gone back to England to see an old friend. All she had left was Spike.
In the end, he had been more then enough. She had begun to sink into a depression when none of her memories from the time she had been dead came back to her. There was just nothing. When people died they were just gone. Spike had talked some sense back into her. Made her see that life was worth living and talk to her about death.
"Hello, Earth to Buffy," Buffy blinked as Willow waved her hand in front of her face. Buffy realised that Willow had been talking while she had taken her little trip down memory lane. "Have you even heard a word I've said?"
"Not really," Buffy admitted sheepishly. Willow sighed and picked up her books.
"I'll run it all by you again tonight then. I can tell Spike at the same time. I've got to go or I'll be late for class."
Buffy nodded as her friend made her way out the door. Sometimes she wished she had classes to go to, parties to worry about, a normal life.
~*~*~*~
Spike sat on top of the tombstone, looking restlessly across the graveyard. Something big was coming. He could feel it in his bones. He didn't like this feeling. It was annoying him. He felt like something was watching him and waiting and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Slowly he sighed and lit a cigarette. As he drew the smoke deep into his dead lungs he remained alert, watching the shadows. Thonight seemed darker then other nights. Even the stars seemed to shine less brightly, as if afraid.
Buffy had seemed to sense it too. She had been on edge through their patrol. He might have just imagined it. He should really stop patrolling with her. She was better now, he knew. There was no need to go with her every time she patrolled, but he couldn't help himself. He felt the need to protect her.
After she had died he'd felt like a part of himself had dissapeared the moment he saw her body, lying there on the floor. But he had put on his brave face and went to visit Dawn every night just has he had promised. It had taken a lot out of him: being strong for Dawn, taking on Buffy's patrols. He had begun to understand the pressure Buffy had been under everyday.
Now Spike had his Slayer back he had no intention of ever letting her go. If he had to patrol every night with her to feel she was safe, then that was what he was bloody well going to do.
To his surprise she hadn't complained. She had even seemed happy with his attention. He got the feeling he might have lost her again if he wasn't so persistent in loving her. She might have done herself in with that no-memory thing.
Now he was starting to feel like a real member of the Scooby gang. He was more or less one of Buffys friends, Red was definitely his friend. Xander may not be his friend but they often played pool, and sometime he even let the welp win! Anya and Tara were pretty much indifferent to him. Tara seemed to automatically like everyone and he hadn't done anything particular to offend Anya or to make friends with her so she didn't really care about him.
As sad as being a member of the scoobies was to him, he wouldn't have it any other way. For the first time in his life, people liked him for him. Not 'cause he was the 'big bad' and had all the power but because he was Spike, bad-assed vampire.
"Spike, son of Angelus?"
Spike looked up in surprise, automaticly jumping to his feet. He had got lost in his thoughts and had forgotten about the feelings of unease he had been having all night. Now it seemed the reason for his unease was paying him a visit.
"Go by 'Spike' nowadays," he said to the tall vampire in front of him.
Really he wasn't so impressive physically. He was tall, about 6" 5, wiry. He could have him in a fight any day.
"There is no need to be rude," there was a blur and suddenly the vampire was holding Spike's fag. He dropped it on the ground and watched it untill it burnt out.
'Ok, maybe I underestimated him a bit' Spike thought. He thought about going for another fag but then shrugged it off. He didn't want to offend this bloke more then he already had. He loved a good fight as much as anyone but he had the feeling if he puched this bloke he might end up as a pile of dust.
"I am the Master. Many centuries ago one of my favourite children left the shelter of my arms. He took on my title and caused havoc all over the globe. Intensive research on the part of my faithful childer shows he sired a vampire named Darla, who sired Angelus, who Sired Drusilla, who sired you, William the bloody, scourge of Europe."
"Got your facts right mate, But you look a bit human to be the master's sire" Spike said, keeping his voice as level as he could. He had never had much luck with his family so since this guy was ment to be from his line it was probably best to try not to offend him.
"Ah my childe, as my wayward son faught and reaked chaos I studied magick of all nature. This face, a smiple glamor! The day of reckoning is almost upon us. All my family will be called back into the fold. The unworthy shall be exterminated and the true worth will be uplifted and exalted to a great level, theye will serve me and together will will triamph. We shall be all powerful my childe. We will rule the world." The Master paused and looked at Spike. The bleached blond vampire showed no emotion. "You, my wayward childe, I invite back into the family. You shall undergo the judgment, and if found worthy, you will take your place at my side. The mistakes of my son must not reflect on his childer."
Spike had slowly backed away from the more powerful vampire. What he was being told was really unexpected. He'd never heard that story before. He had never been told any further back then the master.
"That's right nice of you, mate, but I think I'm going to have to pass. You see I think I might just fall into the unworthy category"
"Ah my childe, do you not comprehend what I offer you here? Omnipotence! You could have everything? But your decision is final. You shall perish with the others."
With that The Master was gone. Spike didn't even see him leave.
~*~*~*~
"Wow, dude, this is like, HUGE!" Kevin uttered. He was holding a flyer he had just picked up from the floor in his hands. OZZFEST was written in giant letters across the top.
"Woah, it'll be kick ass man! It's Ozzy, he's like the Queen mum of Rock!" Kurt exclaimed, leaping down from the gravestone he had been sat on.
"Dude! We GOTTA go see this!"
"Where is it then doofus?"
"Right here in Sunnydale."
"Oh man, you've got to be kiding. Dont mess a guy who hasn't fed yet dude!"
"I'm not kidding. It's for real. Soon, Ozzy the man may have walked this very turf, it'll be like... sacred man!" Kevin yelled, waving the flyer in the air. His friend punched the air.
"This is gonna be one kick-ass concert!"
"Pity you aren't going to see it." Kevin spun around in surprise, only to be greeted be a stake through the heart. As he vanished in a cloud of dust, his friend looked at one severely pissed-off slayer.
He turned to run, but Buffy was faster then he was. In no time he had joined his friend in the land of the dusty. She sighed and picked up the flyer. She wished there was some way to stop this concert from happening. She really wasn't at her peak and it took a lot of stamina to do the amount of slayage she was expecting.
Of course she would always have Spike to help her.
At that very second he stepped out of the bushes in front of her.
'Speak of the devil' she thought. But Spike wasn't looking at all evil. He looked distracted. His hair was mussed as if he had been running his fingers through it and he seemed distant.
"Are you ok?" she asked tentatively. He looked up and seemed to notice her for the first time. She expected him to yell at her for being out on her own, but he was silent. It was making her uncomfortable.
"We need to go to the magic shop. I think we could have a problem."
~*~*~*~
She was beautiful. Beautiful enough to be a model. And she was here, on his bed.
She reached out and touched his cheek. He shuddered slightly at the feel of her silky smooth skin on his: It was mesmerising. He felt drawn to her in a way he'd never been drawn to anyone before.
She leaned forwards and kissed him softly. He paused for a moment, savouring the sesnation of her soft, full ips on his and then he returned her kiss
Her lips felt like silk under his. He devoured her mouth hungrily, like a starving man who had just been given a feast. Their lips parted and her tongue descended into the cavern of his mouth, to long left undisturbed.
The kiss went on for what seemed like forever, broken only to allow the lovers to pause for breath. The woman pulled him to her.
The kisses grew in intensity and passion. He found himself unable to maintain control and pulled open her blouse, taking one perfect breast into his hand and stroking it like a clumsy teenager. She moaned deliciously into his mouth.
They pulled apart. He slid her blouse from her slender shoulders, dropping it to the floor. He unhooked her bra then dropped it as well. He lowered her back onto the bed and he teased her nipples with his tongue. She moaned, arching toward him.
He moved up and kissed her lips again, cupping her full breasts in his hands. She returned his kisses with a passion equal to his own.
His erection was pressing uncomfortably against the front of his pants. As if reading his thoughts she slid her hands down to unfasten him. He gasped. After a few awkward manoeuves, she freed him. He pulled back just long enough to throw his pants off and remove his shirt, then he was on her again.
Slipping his hands under her skirt, he felt the moisture between her legs. He pulled off her panties and tossed them to the floor. Her skirt soon followed.
Now, free of her clothing, she rolled over and pinned him on the bed. Sprinkling kisses down his neck and across his chest, she continued to move down until she came to his erection. She slowly took him into her mouth. He moaned as she ran her tongue up and down the length of him, kissing and sucking along the way.
Soon he couldn't stand this exquizit torture anymore, he rolled her over and lay out on top of her. She looked up at him, her long black hair tussled, her eyes wide with excitement as he pushed into her.
They moved together, quickening the pace with each thrust as their need became greater.
It was as if nothing else mattered any more. All he could feel was her. Her lips, her core, her moist, supple femininity. How perfect she was, as she clenched around him at exactly the right moment.
He came. He emptied himself into her. Nothing had felt this good before. None of the lovers he had been with had ever brought him this close to ecstasy.
He lay spent on her, drained by the experience. Then slowly he withdrew. She lay with a look of contentment. He smiled and kissed her softly. She returned his smile
He rolled over onto his side and fell asleep.
~*~*~*~
She rose from the bed and straightened her skirt. Looking at the man lying deep in slumber, she softly blew a kiss and then was gone. Rupert Giles didn't even stir.
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