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DISCLAIMER: Not mine, but you can sue me. I'm way too bored.
TIMELINE: S2, first scene is somewhere after 'School Hard' and the second is during
'Surprise'.
SUMMARY: Spike finds a fresh young prey for Drusilla, but nothing goes as expected.
WORDCOUNT: 1663
FEEDBACK: Oh yes!
A.N.: You never wondered how Spike's minions knew where to find Buffy and Angel in
'Surprise'? Sure, Dalton promised to find them, but if he had done it, then why would
Spike let the Judge kill him later? Yes, maybe I'm overthinking this, but he was the one
to say '(Dalton is) the only one we've got with half a brain.' So, considering Dalton got
killed, I'd say he failed. And thus 'A Pact' is born.
THANK YOU: To Wolf for the beta. *hugs*
A PACT
by Leni
Pretty young girl, all alone at night. Spike smiled in contentment; this new century made
everything easier. Nobody believed in old wives' tales; everybody came out at night
without knowing that their electrical light and mechanical advances couldn't save them
from becoming prey in the arcane hunt. Yes, Spike loved this new world, just as Drusilla
loved pretty young girls. This night was looking good.
He walked closer to the girl, his steps almost silent on the pavement. She didn't notice
him until he grabbed her shoulder, his grip tight as he hauled her smaller body towards
him. His other hand was about to cover her mouth when Spike noticed something unusual.
She wasn't screaming.
Curiosity killed the cat, a little voice said in the background of his thoughts. Spike
shrugged, he was already dead. He loosened his grip enough to allow her turn around and
was greeted by the widest eyes. Her jaw dropped, and then she did the unthinkable and
actually moved closer, as if to study him in more detail. "You a vamp?"
Spike's eyebrows shot upwards and he fought the urge to check his own face. But he knew
what he'd find. Ridged forehead, check. Fangs, check. Amber eyes, check.
"Yes, I know," the girl continued, unfazed by the situation. "Silly
question." She glanced at the hand on her arm. "Now could you please let me go,
I have a curfew, you know? Mom will never let me go to Marie's again if I'm not at home on
time."
Spike blinked, then glared at the little thing that refused to acknowledge she was the
prey, not his bloody guest. "Now, pet..."
"Dawn," she interrupted.
What? The sun wouldn't be up until several hours later, if this girl believed the dawn
would save her...
"My name is Dawn," she continued, trying to shrug off his hold and not
succeeding. "Not pet, not sweetie and don't even think about calling me
Dawnie."
This had to be the most bizarre situation Spike had ever been in, and that included all
those lifetimes he'd spent at Drusilla's side. "Look, girlie, I don't care. Yes, I am
a vampire and yes, you're dinner." He tugged at her arm, taking her back into the
direction he'd come from.
"You'll bite me?" Finally! A hint of fear in her voice. But then she
straightened and tried - fairly well, Spike had to give her that - to look intimidating.
"Why don't you do it already?"
Spike was tempted to hear her advice; but Drusilla was weaker than usual and young fresh
blood would help her. Teenagers weren't the same, it took a child to bring Drusilla a
respite from her malady and if he drained this one... It was not, Spike thought, as if
little girls populated the night, usually it was their older counterparts who stole into
the night at such late hour. "You're not for me, you silly bint, Dru will take care
of you tonight."
She stilled in his arms. "Dru?" Her teeth worried her lower lip. "Oh... As
in Drusilla?" He nodded curtly, still dragging her down the street. Now something
like distress edged into her voice. "That'd make you Spike, right?" She glanced
at him up and down. "I thought you'd be taller."
He shoved her aside angrily, how dare she? The girl stumbled and tripped, Dropping
to her knees on the ground, she pushed herself up quickly and began backing away from the
vampire. "It's just that they said you were dangerous, that you'd killed
Slayers," she babbled as she examined her arm gingerly, wincing as touched the bruise
left by his grip. Spike stopped and regarded her carefully. Just where had this little bit
learned that information? "It's not as if they gave me a picture, alright? I barely
can overhear their conversations. I really didn't expect you to be Buffy's size!"
Spike glowered and advanced toward the girl. She jumped back and stared at him, eyes wide
with fright. Then she turned around and ran.
It was a simple matter to catch her, one arm around her waist and the other tugging her
hair, forcing her head to a side. "Buffy? That's the Slayer, right?" She nodded,
a small movement that was all Spike's grip would allow.. "What do you know about the
Slayer?"
"She's my sister..." she said, stifling a sob when his grip on her tightened.
"And she'll kick your ass."
"Will she?" Spike smiled, a world of possibilities was falling into his lap. He
looked around, almost expecting the blonde Slayer to appear from the shadows to save her
sister. Nothing happened. "I don't think so," he laughed.
What to do? What to do? To kidnap and kill this little girl would leave the Slayer
devastated, a little vengeful too but he'd always liked some spice in his fights. Maybe
send the Slayer a little souvenir? He shook his head, great, now he was sounding like
Angelus. Maybe use her as hostage?
"You don't want to kill me," the girl told him valiantly.
He laughed again.
"You don't know my sister. Willow once said that she pulled held a cross in a
vampire's mouth, just because she was in a hurry."
Spike shrugged, he had heard that one before, word of the Slayer's actions had moved
quickly in demon circles.
"That was because she had a bad day, what'll happen if she's really angry? If I'm
dead you will be too. And Drusilla."
Spike stopped, glaring down at his mouthy prize. "I'll just tie you down and tell her
to do a little swapping." He tsked. "Whatever possessed her Watcher to let her
have a family?" he wondered aloud. "With such a helpless thing like you, this
Slayer is too easy."
"I'm not helpless!" His arm tightened until she had to fight for breath. She
looked down and sagged a little against him. "Okay, maybe a little," she
conceded.
Some minutes passed as he dragged his catch further out of the center of the town. Spike
was contemplating where to put her once they got to the warehouse. Surely her sister would
want to see this little bit alive before handing herself over, therefore Spike needed to
stash her somewhere where she would be safe until then.
"You'd be giving Buffy the advantage." Spike knitted his eyebrows, angry at
train of thought being derailed, as he looked down at her questioningly. "Yeah, I saw
this movie," she began, licking her lips nervously. "A guy kidnaps this other
guy's son and asks for the same thing you're planning. Well, the movie is about how the
other guy used the time to set a trap." Spike wondered what a silly film had to do
with them. "He knew where they'd meet and when, which was the first guy's downfall
because he had always worked with a surprise factor. Kinda like you, really. See? Take me
hostage and you're down. Buffy and I saw that movie together."
"So I should let you go? Just like that?"
She nodded, a hopeful look in her eyes.
Spike smiled and studied her for a moment as she gentled in his grasp. "Nah," he
said finally and continued on his way. She didn't even struggle this time, just let
herself be guided along.
The little brat was right. Draining her would mean a Slayer sponsored killing-spree, he
didn't want that. Sure, it'd be fun, but Drusilla was too weak to flee again. Even if it
was done anonymously the repercussions would lead right to his doorstep and he couldn't
afford any flaws in his plan. Drusilla needed to stay on the Hellmouth, it was
strengthening her. To move again without finding a cure was not acceptable. Spike punched
a wall, making the girl start. A hostage situation would go right like the girl had said,
the Slayer had plenty of tricks up her sleeve, especially with those friends of hers that
kept popping all over the place without giving him the chance to study their weaknesses.
Apparently, the best course of action was letting her go. After all, there were
other nibblets like her in Sunnydale. Just his luck to find the one tied to the Slayer.
But little Dawn here didn't need to know that her freedom - and life - were safe. Spike
pondered his options once again and a brilliant idea came to him. So the Slayer had a
little sister, and everybody knew how nosy little sisters were...
Yes, it would do. His nature was to to kill her, leave the body to rot and deal with the
consequences later, but his instincts were finely honed towards self preservation and
turning a poor situation to his advantage. And this new development certainly gave him an
advantage. "Say," he stopped and motioned the girl to look at him. "What
about a deal?"
She looked up at him, mistrust written large on her face. "A deal?"
---
After dismissing Dalton and reassuring Drusilla that her present would be whole before the
night was over, Spike ordered a minion to bring him a phone. It wasn't long until he was
presented with a small device, undoubtedly stolen from whomever had been unfortunate
enough to be in the vampire's path tonight.
He dialled the number he'd memorised months ago. Why a little girl was allowed to carry a
cell-phone, Spike would never understand. But it suited his needs perfectly and he wasn't
about to complain.
Two rings before it was answered. "Hello?"
"Hey pet, remember me?"
Silence.
"I'll take that as a yes. I have a little something for you to find out..."
On the other end of the line, Dawn watched as her sister's wretched party broke apart.
Angel was carrying the same box which had nearly given everybody a heart attack and Buffy
trailed behind him. She sighed, wishing there was someway to warn them without giving
herself away. "I think I know what you mean..." she whispered into the phone.
The End
01/07/04
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