Thread: Wishverse Revisited (Annika and Google)

Drusilla was dead, that was the thought that had been playing inside of Spike's head for the past few months, ever since he had arrived to late to save her from the insane ministrations of an insane human Inquisitor wanna be. That Inquisitor had suffered immensely under Spikes hands, everything that Angelus had taught him all those years ago was brought to use as Spike made the man beg for death for days before leaving him a mewling and broken wreck... and then he had almost fallen apart himself. He had been with Drusilla since the beginning, since his birth as Spike from the... human that he had once been. She had been with him every step of the way, delighting in his predisposition towards incredible violence and anarchy... the one who he had killed his first Slayer to impress though the second he had killed all for himself, just to show that he could do it. At his peak he had been perhaps the most feared vampire active on the planet, as older vampires became more introspective and fell towards plotting Spike went out of his way to cause trouble just for his own amusement and of course... because Dru had loved to noises that his victims made. Now he was far from his peak though, feeling almost no direction at all he had fallen apart mentally, living in the slums of a European country that he couldn't name if he tried, feeding at random as the urges struck him rather then forming what would otherwise be called a 'healthy' feeding habit. Even his normally perfectly colored hair had started to show its roots... he had even considered meeting the sun because he felt lost and without purpose. But before he could do anything the rumors reached him, word that the so called Master had risen in a town in California, a town with a Hellmouth. Spike had only encountered the Master once, a random whim of Dru's had taken them on a long and rambling tour of the States in the early twentieth century... crossing the pass of the vampire who was the source of their own lineage. Spike had not been overly impressed by it but had been smart enough to show enough respect to avoid being killed, The Master seemed more interested in summoning the Original Demons to the Earth rather then just enjoying the experiences the Earth held for them all, trying to bring the ride to an end in Spikes less then humble opinion. In truth Spike cared little for meeting the older vampire ever again but... something like him walking the Earth would draw a Slayer and Spike knew what to do with Slayers. It was all so simple, it had struck him like a bolt of lightening. Dru might be gone but he was still there, she wouldn't be impressed by his mopping around and drinking himself into a stupor every night. He was William THE FUCKING BLOODY, and he was going to get the hat trick by killing himself Slayer number three. Feeling filled with new purpose Spike set out, fixing his hair, slaughtering his way out of the ghetto that he had found himself in, feeding on just about anyone that crossed his path... oh yes he was back. Unfortunately his delay in finding himself meant that he was too late, by the time he reached the states word was getting around that the Slayer was dead at the hands of the Master who had then fallen, rather pitifully to a random crossbow bolt to the heart. The town of Sunnydale was still apparently terrified of vampires who practically had their run of the night but there was a power vacuum with the Master gone and a Hellmouth drawing all sorts of crazies to it... another Slayer would probably show up before too long and Spike wanted to be there when it occurred. SO he made his way across the states, driving like a mad mad to ensure that he got there before the other Slayer showed up and got herself killed by being an idiot. Before long he was pulling up to Sunnydale, this town with a Hellmouth, it was something every vampire could feel, like an electrical current over the skin that made everything so much more real. With a grin on his face he drive his car right through the sign that announced you were entering the town, parking just a few feel further on and climbing out with a sneer on his face, taking a deep breath in a town where even the air seemed charmed with dark power... it was a rush all its own. The people of this town thought they had it bad before, but they had no idea at all what they were in for. Oh this is going to be fun. He whispered to himself, looking about to see if there was anyone to eat nearby, he was starving after his long drive and the sooner he was able to eat the better. Car left where it was still idling Spike only stopped long enough to grab a bottle of liquor from the passenger seat before setting off in the direction of the town proper, there would be fun to be had there.