Title: Masters
Author: Hungsta =0 )
Rating: PG I guess, violence, swearing,
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone, just the plot, but I wish I did own Spike and Oz so I could tie them up and do naughty things to them. Song lyrics from Jennifer Page's "Let it rain"
Summary: Buffy meets up with an old friend somewhere far away from Sunnydale while on a vacation.
Time-line: A couple of years after The Becoming. Angel never returns from Hell and Spike never comes back to Sunnydale so all events change appropriately
Distribution: Please want my story!! And if you do I LUV YOU!! But tell me so I can brag to all my friends =0 )

"Stupid Spike and his boyish.good.looks. Echh!! Stupid Stupid Buffy!! Why.d you have to go and fall for Spike of all people?!" Buffy muttered under her breath.

Buffy hadn.t noticed that someone had been following her all the way from the bar, who was now silently creeping up behind her as she dealt with her inner turmoil.

"You dim wit, idiotic, stupid.WHAT MMFF!?!" Buffy screamed before a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind and effectively knocked her out with the cloth soaked in chloroform he held over her face.

Looking up he saw a badly dressed man, "Who the hell are you?" Spike spat out, his head hurt like hell and was gonna take it out on anyone who happened to cross his path.

"Look at you kid. Ech, you.re disgusting! The forces need you. Get your sorry ass up before I kick it from here to next Tuesday."

"Yeah like you could mate. And who the hell are you callin' kid?!" Spike shot back getting angrier, and stood to his full height.

"You kid. The name's Whistler and I'm here to' ergg, what a stink! Did you just bath yourself in a bottle of whisky then licked a dog or something? Here, here's a breath mint, actually take the whole pack," Whistler said scrunching up his nose at the smell.

"Thanks mate," Spike answered sarcastically, nevertheless, took the mints and threw a couple in his mouth.

"Now are you gonna get out my way or become my next meal?"

"I don't think demon blood would go down too well Spikey," Whistler answer not at all nonplussed.

"You're a demon? God, no one could ever make a demon as annoying as you. Wait, I just answered my own question, God. So I'm guessing you're one of the good guys. Well that's reason enough to kill you," Spike told Whistler before grabbing him by the neck at pushing him against the wall.

"Geeze you two! You.re like bread and butter!" Whistler choked out.

"What the hell are you goin. on about you cockroach?"

"You and the Slayer. Two of a kind, you know? Back when I first met her she did exactly the same."

"What about the Slayer? What's goin on here?" Spike asked, cautiously letting him go.

"Finally caught up did you Spikey?" Whistler asked rubbing his neck, but continued before Spike could answer, "The forces, they've come together, and you're needed mate. They picked you, and now I know why."

"What? Picked me for what? What's goin. on here!?" Spike roared, getting frustrated.

"You have to save the Slayer. She needs you right now. The kid'll have to go through a lot in the next few days, more than she ever has. You gotta be there for her, but right now, you have to save her from others now sooner than herself."

"She.s in trouble?" Spike asked anxiously, ignoring Whistlers cryptic speech as soon as he had said that his Slayer was in trouble.

"Yeah, the Master's boys have her held up somewhere."

"Where?" Spike demanded in a low dangerous voice.

"Where they always take them Spikey, where else?" Whistler answered without really answering.

"The sewers," Spike stated. He then turned and sprinted out if the bar like it was his life on the line, not the Slayer."

"They're gonna have it hard those two," Whistler stated sadly as he watched Spike's quickly retreating back.

"Where is the Slayer?!" The master barked as a flurry of activity ignited around him as he sat stiffly on his regal thrown with his black queen at his side, gently stroking her hand.

"Patience, dearie. The naughty Slayer will be punished. See, my lovely boys have brought her, and she's all black and blue, my favorites colors after red," The vampire queen soothed as her eyes blazed with madness, while an unconscious Buffy was dropped at their feet.

"As I knew they would my love," looking down at the Slayer and lifting her chin to get a better look at her, "I thought she would be. bigger."

As she came to, Buffy saw blurry visions of a vampire sitting on what seemed to be a throne.

*A throne?? What are we? In the middle ages?*

As her vision cleared, Buffy turned her head what little she could from her position laid out on the floor and stared at the one recognizable figure standing in front of her.

"Drusilla," Buffy croaked out. Her throat was so dry. *Why is my throat so dry?* Running over the previous event in her head, Buffy remember someone grabbing her then. Black. She now found herself in a candle lit room full of vampires in drab clothing *God we are in the middle ages, I mean really, who would wear that shirt with those pants? Side track Buffy*

Buffy looked over at Dru's companion, the one that looked like he had stepped right out of the movie Draculla. He even had a cape and all.

*Dork much?*

"Who the hell are you?" Buffy spat out as her voice started coming back.

"You are in the presence of Theodore The Great little girl. Legions have bowed before me, jump at my command."

"Well, I can see you don.t have any self esteem issues," Buffy cut in sarcastically.

"SILENCE! I will not tolerate such insolence in my House!"

"House?? Wow! And here I was thinking it was a sewer. You know what? I think you should get a better decorator, the whole dingy dicor was so last year.."

Getting up and walking slowly to her crouched position, Theodore towered over her and took a good look at the Slayer.

"You are in no position to be talking that way Slayer. I have over a 20 minions here in this room, 50 more waiting outside, and on my command you could be dead in less."

"Is boring me to death your plan? Ech, kill me now." Buffy interrupted his tirade utterly unimpressed. Frustrated with the Slayer's audacity, Theodore stormed back to his thrown; his Black Queen could deal with her now.

Sashaying towards Buffy, clutching her ancient porcelain doll, "You.ve been a naughty Slayer," Dru tsked, with a vicious grin on her face. Bending over her predatorily, she lifted Buffy's head by her hair and looked deeply into the Slayer's eyes.

"Be.in.me."

"You're gonna have to do better than that psycho," Buffy told her with a sadistic smile. She had faced the Master and won. Who the hell did Drusilla think she was?

"Well then, dearie, if you say so. Be.in.me," Dru repeated as Buffy stared defiantly into her eyes, "Hmm.See with you heart," Dru said as she swept a hand over Buffy eyes.

Blinking a few times before her vision cleared, Buffy stared into the eyes of Spike.

Taking a few moments to process it, Buffy gasped out "Oh God, Spike! You're here!"

Looking deeply into the eyes of the Slayer, Dru, with Spike's face for a mask, suddenly fell to her knees and clutched her head.

"Ohhhhh. The nasty Slayer is in love with my Spike!" She screamed in pain, dropping Miss Edith. Buffy's vision cleared and found that Spike had never been there, instead she found a hysterical Dru on her knees in front of her. Realizing what had happened, and remembering what Dru had said, Buffy quickly protested, "I do not!"

"He.s damn annoying, and gets under you skin, and make you feel all. Oh my God, I do love him." Buffy declared as realization dawned on her. *Great time to realize it you dork! What did I say before? Oh yeah, STUPID STUPID BUFFY!*

"What have you done to her?!" Theodore roared.

"Ohhhhhh, my head is swimming," Drusilla whimpered.

But as suddenly as it had come, Drusilla's tantrum was over, and she stood once again, "My Spike, you're here," Dru said dreamily as if in a trance.

"Yes luv, the Big Bad's back," Spike exclaimed stepping out from the shadows, grinning a fang filled grin.

Buffy watched in horror as Spike picked up Miss Edith off the ground and handed it back to Dru.

*No he can't*

Then heard him say calmly, "And I.ve come for the Slayer."

Surprising everyone, Spike backhanded Dru igniting an outburst of action around him as a flood of vampires stormed the small room.

Having told a few vamps on the way there that he was going to try to overthrow the Master vamp, and them recognizing him a the infamous William the Bloody, he had a few followers that were fighting on his side.

*Bloody lucky these fledglings are brain dead*

As they fought, Spike went to untie the Slayer from her bonds.

"Spike? You came for me?"

"Of course luv," Spike told her with a grin, then quickly turned and staked a vampire coming up behind him. Turning back to face the Slayer once more, he found that she wasn't there. Scanning the room, Spike caught a glance of red velvet and a flash of golden hair being dragged behind it.

"Slayer!" Spike cried out before being faced with the huge figure of Theodore the Great.

"Well. 'ello mate. Lookin' for a fight are we?"

Dragging Buffy into what seemed to be a bedroom, Dru tossed Buffy beside the bed and closed the door. "My Spike has gone and fallen for the nasty Slayer. What are we to do with him, Miss Edith?" Drusilla asked the doll she was cradling. Throwing the miserable doll against the wall smashing it to pieces, Dru strode to where Buffy sat and once again took a handful of the Slayer's hair to have her look into her eyes.

"Ahh, will you stop doin' that you skanky bitch!."

"Ohhh, the wicked Slayer needs her mouth washed out with soap," Dru grinned evilly bringing her demon forth, "You made my Spike fall in love with you. Now I'm going to take all he loves away from him."

Spike faced off the Master Vampire, both circling each other ready for any sudden movement.

"Now why would you call your self Theodore the Great? It doesn't exactly have a ring to it. I doubt it instills any fear when heard does it?" Spike mocked Theodore, "It.s kinda puncey even."

"You'll die for the that," The vampire cried out before making his move. The two started fighting in earnest, neither getting an advantage over the other. The only difference was Spike had more hatred to keep him in the fight. Theodore soon went down with a well place kick to the middle section before Spike staked him.

"Well that was almost too easy."

After seeing their master defeated, the vampires scattered, while the defeating side cheered at the victory. Spike took no notice of this and quickly headed in the direction Dru had taken the Slayer.

Hearing the sounds of a struggle then silence, Spike burst into the room where Buffy was being held to find Drusilla standing over a dead Buffy, clutching her wrist.

Grinning maliciously Dru told Spike, "The bad Slayer stole my Spike. Now she's what she hates most in the world."

Shocked at the sight of the dead Slayer, Spike hadn't noticed the meaning behind what Drusilla had said. "I'm not your Spike anymore," Spike told her dully.

"You'll always be my Spike, eternally."

"No. I'm not," Spike told said sadly before rushing her, stake in hand.

"Spiiike?!" Dru screamed before turning to dust.

Dropping beside the still form of the fallen Slayer, Spike cried for the first time in an eternity.