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He dropped the still warm corpse at his feet and wiped the blood
from his mouth. He got a rush of a fuzzy feeling and blinked, trying
to
clear his head.
"Sod it all," he cursed,
"I didn't even notice she was high.
That's what I get for feeding off of a bloody hooker."
He staggered a bit and leaned
up against a building for support.
He heard footsteps and a voice.
"Val? Val? Is that you?
What's wrong with--" the woman's
question cut short by Spike.
He sank his fangs in deep
and let her blood come into him. Waves
of good, strong, sober blood. Dropping her body on her friend's, he
walked away in a much clearer state. There was a rumble of thunder
over
the
sounds of the night. He looked to the sky and saw lightning streaking
in
and among the clouds. It was to be a stormy night. He was happy he
had
entertainment waiting for him. He picked up his pace a bit as excitement
hit him.
With his eyes closed to avoid
looking at the television, Leo
could hear Spike before he could see him. He was whistling a happy
tune
and walking with his typical cocky gait. Leo forced himself to open
his
eyes. Spike was just reaching the foot of the stairs. He tossed a bag
to
the floor by the television and went back to his bedroom. Returning
with
a sack full of clanking metal, he spoke.
"'Ave you ever watched your
own movies, Mate?"
"Yeah. Premiers and stuff."
"Never just for the hell
of it? To impress a piece of ass?"
"No."
"Pity. I rented a couple
of your movies tonight. I forgot the
popcorn, you'll 'ave to forgive me."
Spike ejected the Faces
of Death tape and replaced it with
Titanic. He walked over to Leo, trying to contain his excitement. Leo
cringed as much as his bonds would let him. Spike touched his face
with
mock tenderness before slamming his fist in the boy's stomach.
"Time for things to get
interesting, Baby."
Leo tried to double over, but the ropes held him. He stood open
to any possible attack. He started to realize the magnitude of the
situation
he was in. He saw the sheer joy on Spike's face and it almost made
him
sick. The creep was enjoying this. If he weren't so scared, he would
have been infuriated.
Spike loved the look of
pain he saw on the boy's face. He wished
Dru could be there to see it. Thinking about her made him angry. How
dare
Angelus try to take her away? He punched Leo again, picturing his sire's
face. He slapped Leo and poked him here and there. The next time he
looked up at the television, Leo's character was dressed in a tuxedo.
"Look at you. All tarted
up," he said, gesturing to the screen.
"That's a far cry from the way you look now. I'd like to see what all
those
teeny-boppers would think of the new and improved Leo."
Spike picked up the sack
he had brought into the room. Leo
looked on, his head drooping in pain. He saw his captor pull a metal
spike
out of the bag.
"Did I ever tell you how
I got my nickname?" Spike asked.
Leo shook his head.
"Boy, as long as you still
'ave a tongue you might as well use
it."
"No, you didn't."
"Good. You're smarter than
you look," Spike said, holding up a
railroad spike. "This," he said, crossing over to Leo, "is how I got
my
name."
Almost as the period at
the end of the sentence, Spike stabbed
through Leo's left hand, pinning it to the wall. Leo shrieked in pain.
"Oh, good," Spike said,
a wicked grin spreading across his face,
"a screamer. I like that."
"You asshole!" Leo screamed
through clenched teeth.
"What did you call me?"
"You heard me."
"No, I don't think I did.
I heard someone call me an asshole. I
know that wasn't you. Your wrinkleys aren't that big."
"Asshole!"
"You insolent bastard,"
Spike said, kicking him in the skin.
"You bloody whelp," he said, stabbing through his other hand.
Leo did his best to breathe
through the pain, but it was too
much. He blacked out. Spike slapped him hard across the face, bringing
him to.
"Who the bloody hell is
'king of the world' now?" he yelled in
the boy's face.
Leo whimpered and avoided making eye contact with Spike.
"I asked you a question,
Lad. Who is the 'king of the world'
now?"
"You are," Leo said, weakly.
"Louder. You're an actor,
project."
"You are."
"Who is?"
"Spike."
"I want you to say it."
"Spike is the king of the
world," Leo said.
"You 'ave no idea what it's
like to drown, do you?" Spike asked,
stepping away from the boy.
"No."
"Yet you 'ave no qualms,"
he said, pacing before the boy, "no
qualms at all, about makin' money off of those people's deaths."
"What do you care about
them? I haven't done anything to you and
you're torturing me. Who the hell are you to question me about morals?"
"Well, just so happens,
I knew," he said, punching him in the
solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him, "people on that ship. I
had
friends on that boat."
"You had friends on the
Titanic? How old are you?"
"Older than I look."
Spike was tired of hearing
the boy's voice. He gagged him and
continued to torture him. He pulled a knife out of his coat pocket.
Flipping it open, he smiled at Leo.
"Don't worry, Mate. This'll
hurt a lot."
He dragged the point of
the blade along Leo's hand, dipping it
into the blood that dripped from the spike wound. He brought the tip
to
his
mouth, tasting the boy's blood. His eyes rolled back in his head in
pleasure. He slit the sleeves and front on Leo's shirt, causing it
to
fall off. With his bare skin exposed, Leo began to panic. He mumbled
offers of compromise around the gag. Spike ignored the boy's pleading.
"Ooh lookee, here," Spike
said, flicking a finger across one of
Leo's nipples. "Looks like I'm not the only one who's enjoyin' this.
Don't
bother tellin' me it's cold, either, Mate. You're sweatin'. You like
bein' tied up by me. You like bein' hurt. Your body betrays you," he
said as Leo mumbled an objection around the gag.
Spike's hand trailed down
to the front of the boy's pants,
cupping his manhood briefly. Leo stiffened at his touch and Spike
smiled,
cruelly.
"Ah, so our twee, little
bloke is a bit of a poof. Too bad you
didn't let me know earlier. We could've 'ad some fun. As it is now,
with
you bein' pinned to the wall and all, it's just not a good idea. You'd
die
too quickly of blood loss if I removed the spikes. Pity you seemed
so
afraid of me last night. I could've given you a bright point in your
last hours. I guess it wasn't to be. More's the pity. I bet you'd 'ave
been a good lay, too. Nice, tight arse."
Spike dug the tip of the
dagger into the boy's chest, sliding it
just under the first few layers of skin. Leo screamed around the gag.
He
repeated this again and again until Leo's chest was covered in a forest
of cuts, trickling blood along his tanned skin. After quite some time,
Spike tired of hearing Titanic in the background. He walked over to
the
VCR and put Romeo and Juliet in.
"Oh, Romeo, bloody Romeo," Spike said, kicking Leo in the groin.
"That's for butcherin' the Bard's words like that."
"Mmmmph mmmph mmmmm mmm
mmmmmmmmmph--"
Spike removed the gag, "What
was that?"
"I just played it the way
they told me to," Leo protested.
"Yes," Spike said, "but,
you could've turned the part down."
He reached up and yanked
one of Leo's fingernails out. The boy
passed out from the pain. Spike punched him and he woke up.
"That's for bein' a wanker
with no sense of poetry."
"I doubt you are much of
a poet," Leo hissed.
"Really, Mate? Well just
so 'appens I'm quite good at
limericks," he paused, thinking of one.
"Bill Clinton went to Nantucket
and let a young woman suck it
She did it with style,
left him with a smile,
but then she refused to fuck it."
Leo laughed in spite of
his pain. Spike chuckled at his own joke
and then slapped Leo across the face. The boy's face burned. His nose
had
been broken the night before and had settled into a dull ache, but
the
slap had caught his nose, setting his face on fire with pain.
"That's for me 'avin' to
see your ugly mug on the cover of every
magazine for the past three years!"
Spike kicked him until he
had broken the boy's ribs and then
leaned in close to his face. Leo was whispering something through gasps
of pain.
"Please don't kill me,"
came the weak request.
"Lad, you're already dead.
You just 'aven't realized it yet."
Spike vamped out and shredded
the boy's face with his
fingernails. Leo started to scream, but the sound never came. Spike
snapped his neck like a twig and fed off of the corpse. He plunged
a
third spike through the silent heart. Grabbing a box, he cut one of
the
boy's hands off and let it fall into the waiting container. He wrapped
it up tightly and walked upstairs.
"Stephen," he called to
his minion, seated on a pew, "I want you
to set sail for Europe tonight. You know where she'll be, in Prague.
Give
her this as a peace offering."
He handed the box and a
thousand dollars to the vampire. As he
watched Stephen's form disappear through the door, Spike let his demonic
face recede and his human features return to the surface.
"Dru will be pleased," he
said to the empty church. "Dru will be
pleased."
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