The idea behind this chapter and the next few comes from the Angel comic, Auld Lang Syne. Quite a good comic book, also contains a cool Angel/Spike battle. So yeah, this chapter follows the basic idea of Auld Lang Syne, so it's not mine. Also, this is the first time I've ever written Drusilla and I'm not all that great with her. Anyhow, onto the chapter

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“Early one morning, just as the sun was rising, I heard a young maiden in the valley below. Oh, never leave me, oh, don’t deceive me. How could you use a poor maiden so?”

Spike’s eyes fluttered up and he sat up, groaning as he held a hand to his smooth forehead, before taking a look at his surroundings. He was lying in an empty room with whitewashed walls. He got to his feet, inhaling the strong smell of ammonia and death

“Where the hell am I? A sodding hospital?”

“A mental asylum, to be exact,” came Pavayne’s voice

“Where are you, you bloody bastard?” Spike asked, looking around

“This is my world, so I’m all around you, vampire”

“Oh God, is this Hell? Still, could be worse”

Just then, Spike’s eyes were drawn to the end of the corridor and if he had a breath, it could have gotten caught in his throat

“Mother?”

Anne Pratt turned slightly to look at Spike, then started to walk away

“Wait, Mother, wait!”

Spike took off after her, rounding the corner and coming across a large demon that filled up the entire hallway, covered in thick skin and ridged spikes, its red eyes glowing as drool dripped from its disproportioned jaws

“Definitely not my mother”

The demon roared and lashed out, but Spike trapped the arm with his chain and slid between the demon’s legs, dragging its arm with him so he flipped it onto its back. As the demon went to get up, Spike drove the Vorax into its face, smiling as its body stilled and he removed the sword, before looking in the direction his mother had gone

“Right then, where did me dear mother get to?”

He took off, looking down corridors for Anne, then turned a corner, only to find that Xin Rong, the Slayer he had killed in China during the Boxer Rebellion, was standing before him. He frowned, as she lashed out with a kick that smashed him through the door behind him and into another whitewashed room

“What the bleeding hell is going on here?” Spike demanded, getting up

“Hope you’re not getting too tired,” said a familiar voice, “That’ll ruin the fun”

Spike whirled around to see Nikki Wood before him, as Xin Rong entered the room, a wooden stake in her hand, as Nikki drew one out of her duster. Spike looked between the two ‘dead’ Slayers, trying to figure things out, but then the Slayers charged at him. Spike sidestepped and the Slayers ran straight in each other. Grinning, he left the room and continued his search for Anne. However, the asylum seemed to be a massive maze, full of twisting and turning corners. Spike was starting to become annoyed the maze and turned a corner, seeing a door at the end of the hallway. Sprinting down the corridor, Spike burst through the door, finding him out in an open grassy field – with a blazing sun. Spike yelped and ran back to the door, before realizing he wasn’t burning up

“I don’t know what game you are playing, Pavayne, but it’s not funny!” Spike roared

“You were never the one for playing games, were you? Head too full of the Slayer”

Spike whirled around to see Drusilla walking towards him, a small smile on her face

“Well, Dru, there were some games – wait a minute, why am I talking? Pavayne, let’s stop this crap and get to the part where we fight each other”

“Hush now, dear William,” Drusilla said, sidling up to him, “Where’s my dark knight? I know he’s hiding in there somewhere. Hidden under all that soul. Just like Daddy”

“So, are you actually real or just a figment of my imagination? I mean, you feel and sound pretty real. And I know I’m not dreaming,” Spike said

“And what of our child? My precious little baby? She good like her daddy or bad like her mummy? If only you were bad, Spike, my bad, bad boy”

Spike was about to say something, but then Nikki and Xin Rong burst outside, followed by Anne, who seemed to be oblivious to the whole matter

“Kill him,” Anne said, vamping out, “He means nothing to us now. Take your revenge”

“Hold on, what did I do? Okay, so I killed you two Slayer bints. And sorry, Mother, for siring and staking you, but you know how it is. And Dru, let me guess, you’re gonna kill me for knocking you up so therefore you had to stake yourself so Elena could be born”

“Why should we give you a chance to live?” Nikki asked, “You slaughtered us all, just you did with innocent people. No soul can save you from the monster you truly are”

“Okay, I’ve had enough of this,” Spike said, vamping out, “Let’s kick some ass”

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Illyria opened her eyes, staring at the blazing sun. Sitting up, she looked around, seeing the massive open grassy field she was residing in. the field seemed to stretch on for miles, while Spike wasn’t anywhere in sight. Picking a random direction, Illyria headed off, nothing crossing her path, which meant she was quite bored, although wary. It was seem she could see an outline of a building far off in the distance and quickened her pace. However, deep rumblings shook the earth and Illyria stopped in her journey, as a massive shadow fell over her. Illyria turned around to face the new arrival, her jaw dropping

“Father?”

“Illyria, my only child,” boomed the deep voice of Ollaiyrii

He was a massive demon, standing at about seventy-five feet tall and weighing as much as four African elephants. He had a numerous amount of dexterous, spiked tentacles, most of his body being obscured by thick, dark magenta armour. While similar in appearance to Illyria’s true demon form, it was easy to tell Ollaiyrii from his daughter

“You cannot be here,” Illyria said, “You are dead, nothing more than dust now!”

“Who do I have to thank for that, child?” Ollaiyrii asked

“You said you would not accept anyone killing you apart from me. You had grown too old and feeble, Father. Someone needed to step up and take over your reign. And that someone had to be me. Our enemies were gathering and action needed to be taken”

“And the action to be taken was to murder me and take over my throne?”

“It had to be done. Your domain would have gone to your enemies. I couldn’t allow that”

“And you became the perfect warrior and god-king, just like me”

“This is madness,” Illyria cried, “What is the meaning of this? Why are you here?”

“Maybe you should ask yourself that”

Illyria whirled around to see Winifred Burkle walking towards her, wearing a flowery dress, her hair clipped and braided, looking like the poster girl of innocence

“You cannot be here either,” Illyria said, “I have your shell. I am you”

“No, you’re not. You’re nothing more than a scheming murderer,” Fred said

She lashed out, striking Illyria on the jaw and making her stumble back by the surprise of the move. Recovering, Illyria moved into a stance, as Fred lashed out with a high kick this time, her dress not hindering her movements. Illyria ducked under the kick and swept her legs out from underneath her, as Ollaiyrii struck Illyria with one of his tentacles, sending her flying and making her rip up a deep gouge out of the earth

“This is truly madness,” Illyria muttered, getting to her feet, “Come out and face me like a true warrior, Reaper, or forever remain a coward”

“No, this is just too much fun,” came Pavayne’s voice, “This is torture and I love it”

Illyria growled under her breath, just as Fred’s fist crashed into her cheek. Blood flew from Illyria’s lips, as Fred then grabbed her shoulders and drove her knee into the ex-goddess’ stomach, knocking the breath out of her. Illyria fell to her knees, as Fred grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, then struck her in the face again

“You took so much away from me,” Fred said, punching her again, “I had a great life, I had a wonderful boyfriend and you cut my life short. Not only that, but you destroyed my soul, so I can never enjoy the afterlife now. Thanks to you”

Illyria was supporting herself on her hands and knees, blood streaming from her nose and mouth, dripping from her chin as she slowly pushed herself up onto her feet

“I didn’t destroy your soul. My essence expelled it out into the Nexus. You obviously haven’t chosen to move on to the afterlife. You think you’ve been wiped from existence”

“Doesn’t matter,” Fred replied shortly, “You murdered me. My death has gone unavenged. Guess that’s why I’m here. If you want something done, do it yourself”

She went to punch, but Illyria caught her fist and forced it away, before punching her

“You are not truly here. This is all a trick. Black magic. I hate magic”

She didn’t see the large tentacle flying towards her until it was too late

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