Demon Weed, Part 2

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BUFFY, THE VAMPIRE SLAYER - DEMON WEED

PART TWO - SPIKE'S GUEST

One Month Ago...

"Hurry up, Spike! I'm feeling lonely! Spike..." moaned Drusilla, desperate
for her boyfriend's company. 

"Huh. Can't you see I am having an evening snack. Just wait!" replied Spike,
whilst sucking the remaining pints of blood from his helpless male victim.
The vampire allowed the body to drop to the floor like a bag of sand. After a
moment of viewing his 'evening snack', he sighed to himself in satisfaction
and proceeded to the bedroom. 

I thought you were never coming - Get in!" suggested Drusilla as she pointed
to a vacant area next to her on the bed. 

Spike said "Its all right for you as you've had something to eat..."
indicating to the two pale, lifeless corpses lying on the floor next to her.

Spike groaned, looking into empty space as Drusilla snuggled into him "
That's the first bite I have had in a week!" 

"The living have managed to avoid all our traps so far!" continued Spike
"That slayer has also got every vampire running scared. This is not good at
all!"

"But what about these...?" Drusilla offered, indicating the bodies by the
bedside.

"Oh yeah, you payed them to come home to you! - Please no more of them, you
are giving us a bad name!" retorted Spike.

Drusilla regained her composure and reassured "Things will get better, Spike
- We are just going through a bad patch."

Before Drusilla could begin a romantic embrace with her lover, the front door
was being knocked.

"What do we do, Spike? - I thought no-one knew we were here?" asked Drusilla

"No-one does. The owners are not due back for a 'long' while. Unless someone
followed you tonight?" Spike thought for a moment.

"It couldn't be Buffy?!" muttered Drusilla with a look of dread.

Spike tread carefully towards the front door, hoping the visitor would see
sense and go away. The knocking persisted until Spike creaked open the door
slowly.

In the doorway stood a tall, female figure wearing a black buisness suit and
glasses.

"Hello. I am so sorry to interrupt but could I use your telephone?  My car
has broken down." explained the woman nervously.

Spike paused for a thought: This fine female turns up on the doorstep wanting
to use the telephone - She's another potential 'snack'!

"Please. Can I come in?" questioned the woman

Spike reluctantly replied, pointing the way through to the living room "Yeah.
Come in."

He quickly shut the door of the kitchen to hide the mess left behind before
the woman entered the living room opposite.

"Honey, we have a visitor. Would you please come and meet her?" shouted
Spike. "Tell me, your name?"

"Hannah - Hannah Bernstein. Yours?"

As Drusilla entered the room, Spike introduced the woman to both.

"I'm 'Steven' and this is 'Drew'."

Spike suggested as Hannah caught sight of the phone.

"Ill tell you what, Hannah - I will leave you in the capable hands of 'Drew'
while I go and look in your car. What do you say?"

Hannah, suprised by his generosity, replied "Well, yeah that would be great!"

As Spike exited the house to go and look at the car, Drusilla began '20
questions' with Hannah.

The air was cold and the breeze fair as Spike began to look over the Ford car
for faults - none could be seen to his suprise.

Baffled, Spike returned to the household. On closing the front door, he
shouted through while walking into the living room.

"Sorry, but there is nothing wr..." Spike said but halted in shock as
Drusilla had been taken hostage in the corner of the room at stakepoint.

"You're a bloody slayer! - Why you..." Spike exclaimed as he tred towards the
two.

Hannah ordered "You remain there, Spike. I've got a favour to ask you. You
will do exactly as I ask or say goodnight to Dru!"

Spike complied, observing the slightly mutant change in Hannah's appearance;
her eyes were blood-red and teeth sharp-razor.

"Sit your ass down, Spike. I know all about you and Drusilla. My name is
Caos. I am here to make life more interesting for everybody."

With Drusilla powerless, Spike had to listen to exactly to what was to be
said.

Caos continued"I know you are both having your troubles right now - with the
Initiative and Buffy. However, these troubles could be no more than past
memories if you comply to my demands."

"What are they?" asked Spike

"My mission is ensure that 'peace' amongst others is never achieved.  I
strive on war and chaos. With your help, we will shake Sunnydale to its very
foundations." Caos babbled

"Hey. You are wanting to basically destroy Sunnydale? Sorry, no can and will
not do..." replied Spike

Caos increased her grip on the stake just an inch from contact with Drusillas
chest.

"Spike, you are not in a good position right now. I could end your lovers
existence this very moment and pass word to the Initiative of your
whereabouts. YOU WILL COMPLY."

"Whats the plan, Caos?"

"I am looking to cause an upheaval in this society in an indirect manner.
Using you will get the ball rolling."

"And...?" said Spike, expecting an ingenious plan.

"Cigarettes are going to be our benefactor, Spike."

Spike laughed, and replied sarcastically "You will find to your horror that
todays society are very anti-smoking."

"Maybe. However, special lased cigarettes will ultimately change that
attitude." replied Caos.

The demon realeased its grip on Drusilla before taking a seat itself.

"Now Spike, here's my plan..."

END OF PART TWO

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