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Rebellion by Thianna
 
36 - You Want This?
 
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Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.


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Chapter 36 - You Want This



Spike let out a loud growl. It was a growl mixed with anger and frustration.

He heard clapping behind him and he knew before turning who it was. His demon came out wanting revenge.

"My my! … Not once but twice you seem to disappoint me. I gave you the perfect opportunity yet you still turn your back on it. How difficult is it to turn a human?" The Master said pausing for but a moment mocking Spike. "As I recall, you turned your own Mother when you were but days old. Your own sweet, frail, loving mother!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Spike yelled back.

"You could easily turn your mother but not the Slayer. I wonder why that is? I thought you love her, this Slayer of yours."

"I said shut the bloody 'ell up! You sodding tricked me. You wanted me to take 'er against my will."

"So?! That is our nature William. We live for blood. ... We live for chaos. ... We are messengers of death."

"I will not make 'er that."

"She is already part of it, William whether you like it or not. You cannot stop it. She is the Slayer. Her hands are stained with as much blood as yours. Her existence ... her essence is older than you. ... Just because she slays demons and not humans, doesn't mean she isn't violent. She lives for violence. Come now, don't tell me you don't love it. You're attracted to the violence she is capable of."

"Why? Why did you do it?"

"I was just trying to help you realize who you were. You could be so much better. You could have been the key to making our family stronger than the others."

"I want no part of your bloody plan."

"Your loyalties should lie with the family."

"I told you before. I keep my own safe and I will destroy any that will stand in my way. You want this sodding strength so much?" Spike rushed the Master, knocking him against the wall in the hallway. He then gave the Master a menacing look. “You got it!” He pulled the Master back by the lapels of his robe then slammed him again against the wall with force.

The Master seemed to remain calm and smiled. “And what are you planning to do dear William? Are you planning to go against me as well.” He said pushing William back.

“I thought that was fairly obvious.”

“You dare go against me after everything I have done for you? Perhaps I was hasty in thinking you were better than Angelus. You had such focus before … such drive. You played with your victims enough but never obsessed about them. You were the perfect candidate to bring this family forward."

“You chose me over Angelus? … You mean? … “

“Why yes? Who else do you think would have helped you out? Those demons you associate with when you drown yourself in a drunken stupor? I chose you for what you could give me, but I see I was sadly mistaken though at the same time quite intrigued.”

“Piss off! You were playing with me. … You were playing with 'er!” Spike said rushing the Master again as they exchanged a few more blows.

“In the end I am your Sire. You belong to me. … Anything and everything you are, you have, belongs to me. You have always been mine child.”

“I belong to no one.”

“Except for your precious little Slayer. Am I right? How many times did she offer her blood and spread her legs so that she could weave her spell on you? How many times did she act like a whore, letting you bury yourself inside her in exchange for protection? ... for sanctuary? You were just her escape."

“Don’t you ever talk about 'er like that!” Spike said aiming a punch at him but struck the wall instead. The hallway shook with the force of his bunch. Plaster and dust started swirling in the air before falling ungracefully to the ground. Luckily, since he was feeling stronger from Buffy’s blood, the contact with the wall didn’t hurt him at all.

"And how else should I talk about my errant child and this banshee of a Slayer that has captivated you so? You lack vision William. You should be thinking of the future."

"Fuck you and your sodding future! I make my own destiny. I am not and will not be controlled by anyone -- sire or otherwise!" He attacked once more, raining down punches and kicks against the father of his line. His demon knew with perfect clarity that this was against the code. But despite that feeling, it wanted to lash out at the Master that had made him almost destroy his beloved.

She had entrusted her entire being to him. Even before she was called and even before she had the strength to protect herself, she chose him to protect her. He didn't understand it back then and maybe now he still doesn't fully understand why he wanted to keep her safe. But he had thanked everyday since they confessed their love to each other that she came into his unlife. She made him feel alive. For once in his existence, he truly felt complete. She filled his unlife with meaning and he knew that for once he could be himself. He could be the lover, the warrior, the killer and the poet inside. She accepted him for who he was and he loved her as much as she loved him. But with a flick of wrist ... a command from his sire, he had betrayed that trust. ... He had betrayed that love. He cursed himself for being such a fool and he vowed to make his sire pay for mocking him and his love for Buffy.

"Come now Sire, is that all the strength you have after all these years?" Spike said taunting the Master.

"Can you not feel the strength coursing inside you? Do you not want that forever? Do you not want your children to be as strong?"

"And what? 'ave little bloody bastard versions of myself running amuck with this power. 'Sides why would I want that. Power means everything, why should I share?."

"Such narrow-minded thinking."

"Just being realistic."

"I have wasted enough words with you. I should have had you disposed of years ago." the Master lunged at his child with his claws and fangs bared.

Spike fought back, meeting each lunge, each punch and each kick with his own. He let his anger for the Master and his love for his Slayer fuel him. He found his opening and threw the Master against the wall, his demon relishing at the sound of broken bones. He leered at his sire with confidence in his gaze.

"I must admit the strength is quite intoxicating Master." he said with sarcasm as he pinned the Master against the wall with his left hand on the Master's shoulder and his right hand pushing the elder vampire’s face to one side. "But perhaps I can add to it if I do this." Spike bared his fangs at the exposed neck and bit down ferociously. Vampire blood spilled and burned into his mouth. It was unlike any he had tasted before. He had tasted his Dark Princess' blood and it was comforting, like a warm blanket or a loving embrace from a parent. But this was like liquid fire. It burned as it ran down his throat like potent alcohol -- white lighting coursing down his throat.

"Abomination!" the Master spat out. "Ingrate child."

Spike would not let go. His demon held fast as he drank. He let the blood continue to spill down his throat as he pulled from his sire.

"Do you know what you have done child?" the Master said weakly.

Spike released him as his sire slid down the wall and was deposited on the floor. With an icy glare, Spike wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand as he gasped unnecessary breathes from the exhilaration of the Master's older blood.

"I did what you asked Sire. You wanted me to lead so I made my decision. You wanted me to pull the clan forward and to make changes. I think I did just that. Aren't you proud of me?" he said with a little snarl.

"How many times will you go against your nature you insolent fool?"

Spike shrugged. "Guess I'll always be a rebel." He knelt down and moved his lips near the Master's neck. "But I take care of my own and I don't like being used." he whispered. Spike held the Master's head between his hands.

The elder vampire stared straight into his child's glowing yellow eyes. "Foolish yet brave. Strong and brash. Such a waste... such a waste."

"Bugger off! You don't know me at all." Spike jerked his two hands and twisted the Master's head. Dust rained down upon him as he braced himself for the pain he knew would come. He had killed his sire. He had killed the father of his existence. He had severed the link and the broken bond would be felt by all down his line.

It came slowly at first. It was a tiny prick at the back of his head and then it grew like a throbbing migraine. Spike yelled out in pain. It was worse than what he felt when Buffy staked Angelus. He never knew how much comfort the Master had passed down to his children with his bond.

Spike clenched his jaw wanting the pain to end but now he was feeling something else. He could hear them. He could sense Darla, Dru, and the Master's other children. Some that were beloved to him were crying out in agony. The others, he felt bowed down in reverence. And then there were those that felt discontent with the clan and it's leader as they washed Spike with a sense of relief. The range of emotions was coursing through him and he was taken through a roller coaster of feelings. He bellowed out once more, the throbbing seemingly endless.

Spike tried to stand, placing one hand against the wall for support. But the pain was starting to become unbearable. He tried to pull himself up, but his knees buckled and he fell down to his knees right beside his sire's remains hoping that in time the pain would dull away.


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Buffy clung tightly to Marissa as she cast the teleportation spell.

“Buffy take it easy. You’re still not at 100%. You almost died for crying out loud!”

But Buffy would pay her no heed. She had to find Spike. She needed to know that he was safe. She ran through the hallways and rooms with a stake held firmly in her right hand. Though that in itself seemed useless since none of the minions dared to come forward to get in her way. Most of them actually ran in the opposite direction on sensing her presence.

She moved through rooms, trying to remember where they were held when they were captured. "Cement… walls of cement… Basement!" she thought out as she rushed down the stairwell. She moved through the hallway and relief started to wash over her upon feeling his signature. He was close. As she rounded the corner, she caught sight of blonde hair speckled with drying blood.


"Spike?" he heard from behind him as warm arms wrapped around his neck and a warm body pressed itself against his back.

"Spike? I'm here."

He turned to face her but his eyes looked glassy. “I didn't think it would hurt so much."

“Spike? "What did you do?" Buffy said releasing him as she moved to face him and held his face in her gentle hands.

“Buffy?” he said weakly. "I ... I killed you." he said, the tears threatening to overflow.

"No... no... I'm here! I'm alive!"

"A dream... another trick... Just leave me the bloody 'ell alone! Go away!"

"Spike, it's me Buffy. Please ... " she said in desperation.

"I said bugger off!" he said, pushing her away with such force that Buffy slid a few feet away from him.

He tried to stand once more, but his legs wouldn't work.


... What have you done, child? How could you do that? ...

... Well the fucker's gone, thank god! ...

... William the Bloody? You've got to be kidding right? ...

... That git had the balls to kill the Master?...

... Why? Why? I needed him. ...

... He was to be our salvation. The Master promised. What are we going to do now? ...

... Death! Death! …

... My little boy's been naughty. Clawing at granddaddy! Damn the sunlight! But it won't last. She will live in darkness, twinkling stars... she will crave for blood ... his blood. My precious little Spike doesn't even know what he has done. ...



"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Spike cried out trying to ignore the pain, the loss, the thoughts of the Master's children flooding him and trying to take over.


Buffy glared at her lover and walked back to him, punching him square in the nose. "Stupid vampire! He can't tell when I'm under a spell and now that I'm right in front of him, he says the stupidest things! You are one bloody stubborn vampire. Why do I even put up with you?"

Spike felt the pain register as she punched him and a part of him was actually happy at the new sensation. It was something to dull the pain in his head. But only one person liked hitting him in that spot. He tried to push the throbbing pain away and focus his senses on this woman in front of him. "Buffy?"

Buffy smiled at him, relief washing over her that he seemed to be fine. “That's what I've been trying to tell you." She wrapped her arms tightly around him. "I was so worried when I woke up at Marissa's and you weren't there.”

"I killed 'im. I killed 'im, Buffy. I killed 'im for you ... for us ... for what 'e did to us."

“Everything’s going to be okay now. Nothing will ever keep us apart you know that. I love you.” She said kissing him fully on the lips but Spike didn't kiss her back.

“I don't deserve that." He said but he avoided her eyes even though she was forcing him to look at her.

"Yes you do. Spike look at me. Please look at me!"

“I 'urt you.” He said bluntly.

“No. You just didn’t know what was going on.” She said pulling slightly away from him. She took his hand and placed it on her chest. “See. Feel that. I’m fine Spike. You saved me. Marissa healed me.”

“Heart…” he said with a small smile. “My heart … “

“Yes Spike. Yours… Always yours.”

Spike didn’t know what he would have done if he had lost her. He knew he would have never been able to forgive himself if she died from his own hands but she was here. She was really here with him and everything was alright. She was alive and she loved him. And that was all he needed for now.

“Ahem! Not to interrupt this moment but I’d feel more comfortable being anywhere but here.” Marissa said at the two lovebirds before her.

Buffy stood up and helped Spike to his feet. “I can never live without you, luv.”

She smiled at him tenderly. “Good. Because I don’t ever want you to leave.”


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A/N: Just the epilogue left. Please stay tuned. I’ll be posting the epilogue tomorrow. Thanks for reading!


 
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