| Sweet Vengeance Part 2 by Kass Shakespeare Disclaimer: Bla bla, you know it. Feedback: Please! Dawn and Spike sat in the bushes near the house where the party was and waited for Steve to come out. "What will you do to him?" Dawn whispered. "You'll see," he answered and looked to the door of the house. "You wont hurt him, will you? I mean you wont." "Kill him?" Spike interrupted her. "No, trust me, you will like it." He grinned evilly. "Okay," Dawn nodded and concentrated on the door again. There were people getting in and out all the time and she got more nervous with every passing second. "There he is," Dawn suddenly said and pointed to a brown-haired boy in blue jeans and a grey shirt. He looked less than average, Spike thought, not even interesting at all. He didn't understand why a beautiful young girl would chose such a boring bloke. "He's going to his car," Dawn said as she watched him walking towards the old Mustang. She had always loved going for a ride in this car. She quickly pushed that thought aside. This was not the time for sentimental memories. "Okay, you'll wait here and then follow us to my crypt. Make sure you keep the distance and he wont see you, okay?" Spike said and Dawn nodded. "Do you know the way to my crypt through the sewers?" he asked. "Yes," she replied. "Good, take that one." Spike got up and sneaked towards Steve who was about to get into his car. The vampire quickly got beside him and pulled out his knife, holding it to his throat. "If you want to live you come with me. No screams or you wont have a throat to scream anymore," Spike said calmly but with a threatening undertone and Steve nodded, his eyes widened in shock. As Spike got to his crypt he was pressing the knife into Steve's back, shoving him inside of the dark room. The boy hadn't said a single word all the way, too scared to speak. "Stay there," Spike ordered and walked to the other end of the crypt, opening a big wooden chest. "Uh uh, don't even think about it," Spike said. Steve had looked back to the entrance and was about to run off, but Spike had noticed it. He returned to the boy with some chains in his hands and gave him an evil smile. "W-w-what do you want?" he stammered, sweat dripping down his forehead. "Oh I just want to chat a bit," Spike said smirking and pushed the boy towards the wall. He put the chains around his hands and fixed them to the wall. Steve's breath was going faster as tears began to well in his eyes. Spike ran the blade of his knife through his hands, looking at it, pondering which possible tortures he could make with it. "So," he said and sat down on the armchair. "Tell me about Dawn." Steve's eyes grew even wider. "D-d-dawn?" "No, Dawn, not D-d-dawn," Spike chuckled as he heard Dawn sneaking in the crypt, hiding behind the big wooden chest. Steve wouldn't hear or see her. "What is with her?" Steve asked still scared. "Did you do anything to her?" "No, I am not the one who did anything to her," Spike replied and got up from the chair again, walking towards the boy who was shaking like a leaf. Spike slowly moved closer, the knife in his hand. He put it up to the boys face and traced it along his jaw. Steve closed his eyes and let out a whimper. "You will tell me what you did to her," Spike ordered and stepped back to let the boy catch his breath. "W-what do you mean? I.I didn't do anything to her. Please let me go," he begged. In an instant Spike was near him again, pressing the knife against his throat. Steve gasped as he felt the cold metal on his skin. If he moved only an inch the blade would cut him. "Don't tell me this shit, you bloody well did something. I am gonna let you live if you tell me what it was." Spike sounded dangerous which made the boy whimper even more. "I don't know what you mean," he cried and Spike pressed the knife harder against his throat. "I didn't touch her, I swear!" "No, you didn't, but you touched someone else." This was no fun if he couldn't torture this wanker long enough till he got to it by himself, but he didn't want to go too far. Dawn was watching and scaring her was the last thing Spike wanted to do. Steve shook his head. "I.I. didn't mean to." "Shut up!" Spike screamed and rammed his flat hand against he wall just beside Steve's head. "Now again," his voice was calm again. "Tell me what you did." "I cheated on her," tears were streaming down his face. "I slept with another girl." Dawn watched the scene half amused, half shocked. Spike could really be cruel, very cruel. He made Steve suffer or terrible humiliation, which he had deserved. But had he really? Wasn't this going a little bit too far. She wanted to make him pay but he was really scared to death. Dawn suddenly saw something on the chest from the corner of her eyes. A little tape recorder was standing on it and recording the whole 'conversation'. "I am sorry," Steve said through his tears of fear. "Liar!" Spike screamed again and pushed the knife between the boys spread legs only an inch away of his most important parts. Steve yelped as he felt the knife near his manhood. "Now tell me why you really did this," Spike ordered again, glaring into the boys blurry eyes. "I.I.wanted to," he replied honestly, too scared to find any excuses. "And why?" Spike asked, still holding the knife on its place. "What do you mean why?" Steve didn't know what to say, didn't know how to explain what he did. "Why. Did. You. Do. This?" the vampire repeated. "Because I didn't want to wait for Dawn?" he asked with a weak voice. "Wrong answer. Why didn't you want to wait?" Steve felt the knife being pressed nearer to his balls. "Because I didn't care about her!" he finally spit out and surprisingly felt the blade being pulled away. "Good boy," Spike said with an sarcastic smile. "So you didn't give a bloody shit about your girlfriend's feelings, did you?" Steve shook his head, still gasping for air. "No," he said faintly. Spike smiled and reached for the locks of the chains to open them. He shoved him off the wall and turned his back to him. "You're letting me go?" Steve asked with hope in his voice. "Yeah, I think I will," Spike replied, looking over to Dawn behind the wooden chest, and he heard the sigh of relief coming from the boy's throat. "After I show you this." He quickly turned around, showing the scared boy his vampire features. Steve screamed in shock and stumbled backwards, crawling on the floor towards the exit. Spike laughed fiercely and slowly walked over to the boy, exposing his vampire fangs to his view. Suddenly Spike burst out in loud laughter. He watched a wet line running down the boy's jeans. "You're peeing in your pants like a little baby," Spike laughed and grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him up to his feet. "But please don't mess up my nice home." He smirked evilly and threw Steve against the door and the boy slid down to the floor. "Oops, forgot it wasn't open." The Vampire chuckled and pulled his victim up once more, throwing him out of the now open door. After a few moments of shock Steve was finally able to get on his own feet and ran away, stumbling over the cemetery, fleeing from this horror. "And don't forget," Spike shouted after him. "Whoever hurts the little bit has to face the Big Bad!" ~ To Be Continued ~ |