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“So let me get this straight,” Buffy said, “Spike has a daughter with Drusilla. She staked herself so the child can be born and Dracula raised her for four years until Spike arrived”
“Something like that, yes,” Dracula replied, “Now we must rescue Spike”
“And his girlfriend. Illyria? And she’s blue”
“Not quite blue, but blueish,” Connor said, “Can we just focus on the problem here?”
“Good idea, cause how long has Spike been in Non’s clutches?” Lindsey asked, “Far too long. If we’re lucky, he’s not dust. So I suggest we gear up and save his butt”
“Way ahead of you,” Buffy said, “I’m ready to go. I’m waiting for you guys”
She marched over to the door and left the room
“I’m guessing I’ve got babysitting duties?” Dawn asked
“I’m not a baby,” Elena said, crossing her arms and glaring at Dawn
“Okay then, childsitting duties”
Dracula grabbed his sword and left the room with Connor and Lindsey, joining Buffy outside on the street. Connor led the way, backtracking towards Non’s base
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“Spike, I’ve got a visitor for you,” Non said
“Well, this should be interesting,” Spike muttered, opening his eyes, “You!”
“Hello, Spike. It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?” Pavayne asked
“What the BLOODY HELL are YOU doing here?!”
“Nothing like catching the one that got away”
“So is this what it’s all about?” Spike asked, “You kidnapped Elena in order to draw me here, just so you can get your jollies off by torturing me?”
“Partially correct. Yes, I will enjoy myself torturing you, but really, Spike, this wasn’t all about you. It was about Elena,” Pavayne said
“Okay, you better start clearing yourself up right now”
“Or you’ll do what? Growl at me?”
Pavayne then grabbed the hot poker heating up in the furnace, before walking around to behind Spike and ramming the poker straight through his back, piercing one dead lung
“If you were human, I’d say you’d be dead within a few minutes”
“Lucky for me,” Spike growled darkly
“I see you boys are in the middle of something,” Non said, “I’ll leave you to it”
She left the room, closing the doors behind her, as Pavayne drew a knife from inside his coat, holding the blade up so it glittered in the light. He smiled a satisfied smile, before placing the blade in the furnace briefly, getting some heat on it
“Where is Dracula and Elena?” he asked
Spike spat at him. Wiping the spittle away, Pavayne slashed both of the vampire’s wrists, blood running down his arms. He then placed the knife back in the furnace, the blood starting to bubble under the heat, before taking the blade back out
“Again, I ask, where is Dracula and Elena?”
“Yeah, like I’m gonna tell you, ponce”
Pavayne sighed and grabbed Spike by the jaw, forcing his head up, before slicing open his cheeks to his lips. Spike roared and jerked his head back, as Pavayne then stabbed the blade into Spike’s larynx. The blood welled up and ran down his bare chest, as Pavayne removed the blade and Spike started coughing, blood dribbling down his chin
“You – bastard”
“Yes, I have been called that many times,” Pavayne said, wiping the blood off, “Now, are we ready to talk?”
“I rather go to hell than tell you anything”
“That can be arranged. I may be corporeal, but I still have the power to send you to hell. And when you get there, you’ll wish you didn’t have a soul”
“Heh, Angel survived hell and he had a soul. I’ll be no different”
“Are you prepared to test that theory”
Pavayne clicked his fingers, as a black portal opened up before Spike. He shrank back from it, as Pavayne chuckled and clicked his fingers again, the portal fading away
“No, I’m not ready to send you to hell. Not just yet. Let’s talk some more”
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Spider, Noelle and a few other women were leaning against the wall, grinning as they listened to Spike’s cries of pain and Pavayne’s talking, imaging the torturing the Reaper was inflicting upon the vampire. Each one of the women was competent in torture, but they had never met an expert in torture like Pavayne. If only they could watch, they would be able to learn something, but Non forbade them from watching
“Come on, let’s go have some fun with the primordial one,” Spider suggested
She led the way to the other room where Illyria was chained to the wall; only scraps of her leather armour covering her modesty, as she glared at the women with barely suppressed hatred. Spider got a scared feeling every time she looked into Illyria’s eyes and so made sure that she didn’t, as she grabbed a large serrated dagger
“So, where were we yesterday?” Spider asked as she grinned at Illyria, not meeting her eyes
“When I get free of here, I will take great delight in torturing you,” Illyria threatened, “And then you will know will real torture is”
“Yeah, that’s if you get out of here. And the only way you’ll get out of here is when you’re in a body bag, ready for the Thames”
Spider inched closer to Illyria, drawing a crimson line across her bare stomach. Illyria gritted her teeth against the pain, refusing to show emotion, as Spider then ran the blade down along her face, before drawing another crimson line along the top of her chest
“If only we could watch Pavayne, we’ll be able to learn some tips”
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“Ready?” Buffy asked
“Ready,” Connor replied
He kicked the door open and ducked inside, followed by Buffy, Lindsey and Dracula, as they searched throughout the apartment, making sure no one was about to alert the alarm. Upon seeing that no one was downstairs, the group headed upstairs, checking in the rooms, but found each one empty, finding that the apartment was completely empty
“Well, this is just great,” Buffy said
“Where are they?” Lindsey asked, “Where would Non take them?”
“This is the last place where I saw Spike,” Dracula said, “Right before he told me to leave”
“Well, I suppose it wouldn’t be wise to hang around if you guys would rock up again,” Buffy said, “We’ll have to hit the streets, see where we can find some info”
“I think I might know someone who might know something,” Connor said
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Spike was limp against the wall, suspended by the chains, as Pavayne wiped the blood from his knife and placed it back inside his coat. The vampire was covered in blood, all caused by the numerous amounts of lacerations and stab wounds. Pavayne knew he wouldn’t be able to get anything out of Spike right now and decided to leave it for now
“You know, I’m quite impressed. Last time, you couldn’t hold up so well”
“Well, I may be slow, but eventually I catch on,” Spike said weakly
“Still got the attitude. I’m saddened I didn’t cut it out of you”
“Yeah, what do you call that? Amateur surgery? That’s not torture at all. Mate, you have no idea about torture at all, do you?”
“Enlighten me then, Spike. Give me a lesson in torture?”
Spike glared at him with blackened eyes and spat blood at him. Pavayne simply wiped the blood away and kicked Spike in the face, adding another wound to the list
“So juvenile”
“I’ll get you back, Matthias,” Spike growled, “Mark my words, you will-”
“And mark my words when I say that hell is coming for everyone,” Pavayne said, crouching before the vampire, “And Elena is the key. For one part, anyway”
Spike suddenly reared up and kicked Pavayne in the chest, sending him stumbling. Pavayne responded with several swift blows that left the vampire unconscious
“There, all better now”
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