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Rebellion by Thianna
 
34 - Watchers
 
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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.



A/N: Please be warned that this chapter is a bit violent. Though I don't think it really qualifies as Dark Fiction and I don't think I was that graphic, some might find the violence a bit offensive. Just warning you guys.

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Chapter 34 - Watchers


"She is dead!"

Spike strained again, pulling the chains taunt trying to get to the Master. "How dare you?!"

"Now William. You have me all wrong. I did not do this."

"Yeah, you just ordered it."

The Master shook his head. "The Watcher's Council. As you ordered Dalton, they were able to capture the Retrieval Team, but they escaped and found your Slayer."

"They did this?"

The Master nodded solemnly.

"You lie. You ordered them to kill the Slayer since I wouldn't turn her."

"How little you trust your sire. You do not believe me? Come, I will show you." The Master motioned the minion to release Spike from his restraints. "The minions along with Dalton and a few others were able to over power them. I thought of destroying them myself but I thought that that honor belongs to you. I am truly sorry, William."

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Why should he believe any word that the Master said? He could be lying. But his nose couldn’t lie -- that was Slayer blood he was smelling. It was Buffy … her essence … her life. He had drunk from her enough times to know with certainty this was no trick. He shouldn’t have stayed here. He should have taken them out of town. They would be running everyday, but she would still be alive. They would still be together. He wanted to lash out and it didn’t help that he was weak from not feeding. His demon wanted blood and his regret for not being able to protect the woman he loved made him feel nothing else but rage. He would kill those that took her away from him. He would take his revenge and he cared not who got in his way.

He let his nose lead him to the smell of humans. He didn’t even bother trying the door knob as he kicked the door down in fury. He felt three heart beats in the room, but smelled four scents – three males and Buffy. One of the men was chained to the wall, while the other two were only shackled by one restraint. He thought that it was strange that one of them had “special” treatment but his mind was too much enraged to think anything out thoroughly.


Her scent was thick in the air, but it wasn’t her shampoo that saturated the atmosphere, it was the heady scent of her blood. His demon craved the smell, despite his grief. He wanted blood having skipped around three days worth of feeding. His eyes flashed yellow as he rushed one of the men, lifting him off the ground by the neck with one hand.

“How dare you?!”

The man tried to pry Spike’s hand away from his neck which only caused the vampire to clamp his hand down even tighter. Then he saw it and smelled it. Buffy’s blood on this man’s hand. The fingers that were trying desperately to free himself were stained in her blood.

“I … don’t … know … what … you ... mean …” the man tried to say.

Spike growled then pushed him roughly against the wall. He pulled him back then rammed him back into the wall. The room seemed to shake at the impact and Spike smiled at the sound of a shoulder bone breaking.

“I can smell her on you.” Spike said narrowing his eyes.

The other man looked on with fear but tried to hide it. “He’s telling the truth. We don’t know what you’re talking about vampire!”

“And why should I believe you?” Spike replied glaring at the other man as he held fast to his first victim.

“We haven’t seen the Slayer in almost a week.”

“You were sent here to kill her. For that alone I should rip your limbs apart. But tell me Watcher … how did you kill her?”

“We … didn’t …” the first man said.

“Then tell me how your hand is bathed in her blood?!"

“I … don’t … know.”

Unsatisfied with the answer, Spike banged him against the wall one more time. A smile crept on his lips as he saw the Watcher’s blood leave a mark on the hard cement wall. He let the man go, watching with a grin as he slumped to a heap on the ground. He knelt in front of the fallen man. “Can you still talk, mate?”

The man only grunted.

“Looks like I didn’t squeeze ‘ard enough. I must be ge'in' soft. Let’s see…” Spike clamped down on the man’s broken shoulder and squeezed, kneading the flesh as if trying to see how broken his bones were.

The Watcher cried out.

“Definitely ge'in' soft. Got a nice voice on you, Watcher.” Spike tilted his head to the side contemplating what to do next. Then he shrugged his shoulders and broke the man’s neck. He turned around to the second man. “Let’s see what you’re insides look like.”


Spike sauntered towards the second Watcher and assessed him for a second. The first kill wasn’t as satisfying and he decided to play with this a tiny bit. He rained down punches and kicks on his second victim. The man defended himself as best as he could but it was obvious that with his restraint and whatever other form of torture he was put through diminished his abilities.

Spike was able to knock him down with a kick then he moved quickly, taking the chain that was holding him and wrapping it around his neck. He twisted the chain behind the man’s neck, twisting it tighter and tighter hoping to either suffocate the man or break the bone within. The sound of the man’s racing heart inspired him further and he held the chain tight for a few more seconds. But suffocation seemed like a merciful punishment for one who had killed his Slayer. He let him go, the chain clinking against the floor as the man gasped for air.

Spike looked around the room for a weapon but couldn’t find one so he opted for the next best thing he could think of. He went over to one of the cots in the room and shoved the thin mattress to the floor. He looked at the metal frame and broke off a piece. He smiled to himself, twirling his makeshift weapon expertly in his left hand.

“So Watcher … let’s see if you’ve done your ‘omework.” Spike said turning back towards the second man. “You know my name right?”

The man nodded slowly in fear. His eyes were transfixed on the metal rod that Spike was constantly twirling in his left hand.

“And do you know ‘ow I got my name, Watcher?”

The man’s eyes grew bigger as he tried to get away from the approaching vampire. The chain attached to his ankle kept him only a few feet away from the enraged vampire.

“Based on that reaction, looks like you pass with flyin’ colors. Of course experience is the best teacher, eh wanker?” He said ramming one end of the metal rod into the man’s thigh. The watcher screamed and it was music to Spike's ears. "I didn't quite ‘ear that," he said with his lips parted in delight. He pulled the metal rod out and rammed it into another part of his leg. Blood was quickly pooling beneath the watcher's appendage and threatened to flow towards the master vampire’s boot.




Spike bent down, letting his right index finger touch the blood. He started drawing lazy patterns on the floor. A smile on his face as he heard the Watcher cussing in pain. He relished in the fear and pain that was painted in his victim's face. He looked at his bloodied finger and cleaned it with his tongue. "You taste a little flat, mate. Guess you ‘aven't been taking care of yourself. Not that i' matters now.”

He stood up to his full height then stepped on the man’s chest to pin him to the floor. “Let’s see which part we should do next. Innie minnie miney MO!”


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Buffy stirred. She heard screams calling her from unconsciousness. The last thing she remembered was a needle being stuck in her arm -- the same arm that is stinging at the moment. She tried to move her hand to feel for what was causing the stinging only to find that she was shackled. She opened her eyes slowly. The first thing she saw was that she was wearing different clothes. It looked like she was wearing man's clothes. She rubbed her eyes and when they came into focus she noticed that it wasn't just her clothes that were different. She didn't feel any different but her hands looked old and masculine. Her mind started to panic. What was going on? She took a labored breath to try and think things rationally.

This felt similar somehow. The last time she felt this way, ignoring all the pain that is, was during Marissa's spell. So could this be a spell? But how was she going to get out of this situation? Then she heard a familiar voice and for a brief moment Buffy had hope. But that was somewhat shattered when she let the scene unfolding before her sink into her brain.

She saw Spike torturing a middle aged man with what looked like a metal rod. There was blood on the floor and based on the tone in her beloved's voice he was extremely angry.


“Spike?” she said weakly and hoarsely. She tried to clear her throat and a scruffy masculine grunt echoed in her ears. She tried to convince herself that her mouth was just dry. “Spike … “ she said again trying to catch the attention of the blond haired vampire across the room. But the voice that came out wasn’t hers. It wasn’t even feminine. Her eyes opened wide at what she saw when she finally took real notice of all her features.

The sound of flesh hitting concrete along with cries of agony brought her attention to Spike and the crumpled body that was before him. There was blood everywhere. Splotches and droplets staining gray concrete. She heard the man try to gurgle out another shout of pain but it sounded more like a strangled whimper. She couldn’t stand anymore. The man was thoroughly beaten and tortured. She knew it wouldn’t be long before he died but Spike kept on hitting him and stabbing him. The sound of metal hitting flesh made her cringe. She had to stop this. “Spike!” she said trying to get his attention once more,

Spike paused for a second then turned his head to the left. “Aaah… awake at last Watcher. Just ‘aving a little fun with your mates is all.” He said kicking the fallen man in the gut.

“Stop that!”

Spike chuckled. “Patience Watcher. I’ll be with your turn shortly.”

He called her Watcher twice and it finally sunk in what she must look like. She must look like one of the watchers in the retrieval team. She had overhead one of the vampires talking before she lost consciousness that they had watchers in another room. She watched in horror as Spike put in a few more hits. She had tried to pull his attention to her. The man was obviously far too gone to be saved and his life would ebb eventually. She saw no need to continue to torture him so, but Spike found delight in causing the man such pain. She saw him kneel near the man’s head. “Looks like your friend’s awake. I’ll take good care of him like I did you, eh Watcher. You should have known better than to kill my Slayer.”

Spike knew that the merciful thing to do would be to end this man’s pain and just break his neck. But mercy was the last thing on his mind. So he stood up and grabbed the man’s collar, hoisting up to his feet. He swept around so that he had the Watcher’s head locked in his arms as they faced the final member of the Retrieval team who was the one that was chained to the wall.

Spike could hear his victim’s erratic heart beat. Seconds later, he could feel the subtle shifts in the Watcher’s body as it went into shock from all the torture that it received. “Don’t go so soon mate. You’ll miss the final act.” Spike said smiling

“But … he’s … dead … ” The man said as he recognized the man Spike was referring to.

“Not yet … but ‘e’ll be.” Spike replied as he let his victim go. The Watcher fell to the floor limp.

With cat-like grace, Spike licked his fingers one by one of Watcher blood as he made his way to his final victim.



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A/N: Please forgive me that this ends in another cliffhanger. Planning on three more chapters. Next update will most probably be on Monday unless I get inspired and do one before I leave for the weekend tomorrow. Thanks for reading.

 
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