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Universal Vampire by Mabel Marsters
 
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Disclaimer: the characters do not belong to me - they are used purely for fun and not fiancial gain





Chapter Thirty-One



Save The Scoobies!



“Vampire,” said Spike, staring at Maggie and shaking his head. “You’re a vampire and you still fucking did this to me?” He pointed to his head. “You put a chip in me; one of your own kind.”


He vamped up his features, meeting her yellow eyes with his own.


“You’re even more of a sodding bitch than I thought you were. I’m gonna enjoy killing you that little bit more now.”


“You’re one to talk, Spike,” she sneered. “How many vampires have you killed?”


“Because of your bleeding chip. A vampire’s got to kill something. It’s only natural,” countered Spike. “And I didn’t bleeding torture them or control them first.”


“Your chip isn’t working now, yet here you are trying to save your little human friends,” taunted Maggie.


“How come I couldn’t sense that you were a vamp?” asked Spike, starting to slowly circle around her, ready to attack. “Oh wait, I get it, the stink of this place, right?”


“You’re cleverer than you look.”


“Yeah, well, when you’re as handsome as I am, people tend to forget about the brain. I get that a lot,” smirked Spike.


“I can understand that,” said Maggie, letting her eyes run down his body to…


“Hey!” objected Spike. “Cut that out, you freak! Is that why you keep taking my bleeding clothes off? So you can have a look at what you’ll never sample?”


“I couldn’t resist it. The legendary William The Bloody in my grasp, what’s a woman to do? And you did do everything I told you to, and I mean everything, including forgetting what we’ve done.”


“What? Shit, no, you and me…you didn’t make me…?” Spike felt ill at the thought.


“That little noise you make as you climax, it’s...how can I put it? Cute.”


“That’s it, you’re dust,” snarled Spike, lunging forward.


“Number Seventeen,” said Maggie. “Hostile Seventeen, Hostile Subterranean Seventeen.”


Spike abruptly stood still, features fading back to human.


“God, I’m good,” said Maggie. “My failsafe for if the chip malfunctions works very well.”


She walked over to him and ran her hand over his bare chest.


“Imagine how excited I was when my boys captured you, William The Bloody. You truly were the best I ever had in every way.”


She stroked his face.


“I’ve got a bit of time to kill while Michael is at work. Hmm…what shall I do with you?” She smiled and ran her hand down towards his groin.


It got no further than his navel before Spike’s right hand grabbed it.


“You’re not that sodding good. Your trigger’s broken,” he snarled, game face showing as he spoke.


“What?” gasped Maggie. “How did you disobey it?”


“I dunno, maybe it’s because I remembered Giles using it on me? Perhaps you’re good but I’m better?” growled Spike. “All I know is that I can do this.”


He pulled her arm bringing her in front of him, and then punched her as hard as he could in the face. She flew backwards, landing some twenty feet away. She got up as he ran towards her, meeting his advance with a kick that sent him staggering back.


“I was wrong, you’re not so bright,” taunted Maggie. “Wasting all this time fighting me while Michael is remodelling your friends. We’ve had some fun with the witch already; I wonder who could be next?”


“You’re lying,” growled Spike.


“Am I?” replied Maggie. “All that muttering you did before I shut you up, about loving her and that she’d come to save you, that’s what your Slayer will be crying right about now.”


Her words had the desired effect. Spike hesitated, giving Maggie the opportunity to pull out a dagger from a sheath on her belt. She dived forwards and sank the blade, up to its hilt, into Spike’s side.


He roared with pain and tried to catch Maggie but she leapt out of his reach. Spinning round she caught Spike with a kick under his chin and he dropped like a stone. Maggie stood over Spike as he lay on the floor, not moving.


“Such a shame. You really were my favourite.” She bent down, intending to break his neck and dust him, but she heard one of the night watchmen approaching. He couldn’t see her like this, covered in blood, so she quickly ran in the direction of three fourteen.


Ooooooo


Spike groaned and opened his eyes just in time to see a soldier take aim with his tazer. Spike rolled swiftly, not away from him but towards him. Startled, the soldier stepped back and Spike lashed out with a leg, bringing him down before he could fire the weapon.


“Sorry, mate,” said Spike, as he knocked him out.


With a grimace Spike pulled out the dagger from his side. Before leaving the guard, Spike relieved him of his pants and quickly put them on. The soldier was stockier than him but luckily he could cinch the belt tight.


“That’s better,” he muttered, racing towards three fourteen with the dagger in his hand.


Ooooooo


Xander watched in horror as Michael lifted the severed limb from the demon. He laid it carefully on a table then walked towards Xander.


“No, please no,” Xander managed to whisper. “Giles,” he said desperately.


“Rupert, clean the site with those swabs,” said Michael, indicating the swabs soaking in alcohol.


Obediently Giles picked them up and started to carefully clean the area around Xander’s shoulder.


“Oh, Christ!” thought Xander helplessly.


Giles and Michael whirled round as the door to the operating room burst open. Xander couldn’t move his head and so couldn’t see who’d arrived. His vision was suddenly blurred as blood splattered on his face. Blinking he could just see Michael collapse, the hilt of a dagger showing in his neck. He gurgled wetly as he fell.


Giles snatched up a loaded crossbow and aimed it.


“Look, I don’t want to hurt you,” said Spike, holding his hands out palms forwards as he walked towards him.


Giles fired the crossbow as Spike had guessed he would and instead of finding its mark in his heart, the bolt just grazed his biceps as he moved sharply to the side.


“OK, I don’t want to hurt you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t,” snarled Spike. He grabbed Giles by the throat and felt a lump beneath his thumb. He moved his grip slightly and peered at Giles’ neck. There it was; the mark of the Lorac Bug.


Spike glanced round the room. He tore some of the straps from the table that the demon’s body was on and managed to tie Giles’ arms behind his back. He pushed him down onto a chair and tied his legs to the chair’s legs.


“Where are the others?” asked Spike.


Giles didn’t answer.


Spike slapped him across the face.


“Where’s Buffy?”


Still he didn’t reply.


Spike resisted the urge to beat him harder since it would be no use; Giles couldn’t answer even if he wanted to. He went to check Xander. The boy had been so still that Spike thought he was dead, but then he saw his eyes moving.


“Xander mate, it’s OK,” he said. “Ole Spike’s here, I’ll get you out of here.”


“Get the others,” whispered Xander.


“I will, I just want to move you first.”


Spike unstrapped him and lifted him over his shoulder.


“Jeez mate, lay off the cookies in future, OK?” grumbled Spike.


He carried him as fast as he could to the air vent where they’d escaped when they’d rescued him. Spike put Xander in the shaft.


“You’ll be OK here,” reassured Spike. “That stuff will wear off soon.”


He jumped back down into the corridor, put the cover in place and ran back to find the others. He ran down the line of cells within three fourteen, sure this must be where they’d be.


“Buffy!” he shouted.


“Spike! Spike, help us!”


“Dawn! I’m coming,” cried Spike.


He ran faster, glancing in the cells as he passed them. He almost fell over when he saw Willow.


“Bleeding hell!”


He opened the door to her cell, and Willow walked towards him.


“Red,” he whispered. “What have they done to you?” He gave her a brief hug. “I’ll be back, OK?”


He went past an empty cell, and then found Dawn in the next one. She launched herself at him as soon as the door was opened.


“Hey, Niblet, ‘s OK,” said Spike. “C’mon, we’ve got to go. Where’s Buffy?”


“I think she’s been taken,” said Dawn through her tears. “She was in a cell near me but I heard footsteps, then a hissing sound, then the footsteps went away again.”


Spike disentangled himself from Dawn and rushed to the next cell along the row. Its door was open. A quick sniff was all he needed; they’d used the gas to knock her out. He was terrified at what Maggie might be doing to her. He ran back to Dawn.


“Let’s get you out.”


What about Buffy?”


“I’ll get Buffy,” snarled Spike, his eyes glittering yellow for a second.


He gripped Dawn’s wrist and dragged her along as he ran to Willow. He got hold of Willow and started to run, but she stood still, he nearly pulled her off her feet before he let go.


“Willow! Come on, hurry,” he snapped.


She shook her head and pointed to her feet.


“What?” said Spike, seeing the strange things on her feet but not understanding what she meant.


“I can’t run, Spike, or else my feet will be hurt.” She reached out to Spike’s mind.


He heard her loud and clear.


“Shit! OK, hold tight,” he said and he picked her up. “Hurry, Dawnie.”

They ran down the corridor, through the operating room, where Giles was still tied to the chair, until they were at the vent. Spike pulled off the cover.


“Xander?”


“Yeah, still here,” he replied.


Can you move yet?” asked Spike.


“A little bit.”


“OK, well I’ve got Willow and Dawn. When you can move, I want you all to head out. Willow can’t run; they’ve put something on her feet.” He lifted the two girls up into the shaft next to Xander. “Red, let me know when you move off so I know where you are, OK?”


“Yes.” Floated through his mind.


He put the cover back on. Now all he had to do was find Buffy, kill both Maggie and Adam, and then get Buffy and Giles out of there, preferably whilst destroying The Initiative at the same time.


“How hard can it be?” he muttered as he ran along the corridors…



To be continued…
 
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