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Thank you soo much, Allison! ;)
I hope this will amuse you! ;)

In trouble (II) (I took a lot from ‘What’s my line?’ (part II) but it’s pretty different, trust me...)

”Eligor, wretched master of decay, bring your black medicine...” Spike went on with his chanting.
“Black medicine...” Drusilla echoed after him
Spike set the censer down on the altar and picked up the Du Lac Cross with his gloved hand.
“Come...” he said, holding up the cross upside-down. “Restore your most impious, murderous child...”
“Murderous child...” the vampiress repeated proudly, smiling in ecstasy.
The blonde vampire grabbed the downward-pointing tip of the cross with his other hand and yanked down, pulling out a dagger. He laid the rest of the cross back on the altar. “From the blood of her Sire she is risen...” he said, taking Drusilla’s left hand and raising it to Angelus’ chained hand and she clasped it. “From the blood of her Sire she shall rise again!”
With one swift stroke, Spike stabbed the blade through their hands.
“Damn you, Boy, it hurts like Hell!” Angelus screamed in pain.
A pulse of pink energy spread out and then the light died back to a faint glimmer as Angelus’ strength began ebbing from him into Drusilla. She dropped backward, feeling Angelus’ energy flow into her, enjoying the sensation.
“Right then! Now we just let them come to a simmering boil and then we lower the flame!” Spike joked with a smirk, satisfied by the result.

Willow had waited for a while, but when she saw that he was doing nothing to stop the ritual, she could not hold on any longer and decided to act.
“Nooo, you wicked bastard, don’t you dare kill him!” she screamed desperately, finally showing up and running towards the altar, but Spike prevented her from getting any closer.
“No, Red, I’m sorry, but it’s still too bloody soon!” he growled against her, shoving her against the wall, but not so violently that he could seriously damage her.
Although he was getting weaker and weaker, Angelus was still conscious, so he didn’t lose the chance to make fun of her once again.
“Look who is here! So, my dear girlfriend came to save me, Oooooooooh, I’m so impressed and my heart is melting. Awww... isn’t it romantic?” he commented, very sarcastically.
“The little lamb is in the wolf’s lair!” Drusilla sing song as she regained her strength, bit by bit.
“Too bad that I don’t want to be saved, but I appreciate it, anyway. In fact, I’ll thank you properly, Wi. Boy, don’t you even dare kill her, just take her and tie her somewhere. As soon as I recover... I’m going to have some fun with her...” Angelus ordered, sneering in anticipation and chuckling, despite the blinding pain he was feeling.
“Sweetheart, believe me, if only you knew what it means whenever he says ‘I’m going to have some fun’ ... you would beg me to kill you right now..” Spike warned her, unsure as he had never been so far about what he should do.
The vampire was in deep trouble, if he didn’t obey Angelus, he and Drusilla would figure something was up, but if he did obey him... well, Buffy would never ever forgive him and she would hate him forever.

< I almost regret not letting her come. Oh, if only my Buffy was here now, pretending to save her friend from my clutches...>

He hadn’t even finished his thought when Buffy showed up, looking at him in a fake threatening way. Spike was stunned.

< Uh! Well, if only I was immune to sunlight, crosses, holy water and stakes... > he wished, but this time it didn’t have the same effect.

“Spike! Leave her alone and fight me!” Buffy exclaimed, hurling to him.
They started a very hard and violent fight... at least that was what it seemed to be. But time was running out and Angelus risked losing too much energy.
If Spike didn’t rescue him, he risked to be tortured by three very pissed off women: Drusilla, for killing her beloved Daddy; Willow, for killing her beloved Angel whom she hoped to get back; and Buffy, for making her best friend upset.
Pushing the Slayer away and sending her on the ground, the bleached blond ran towards the altar, snatching the dagger from Drusilla and Angelus’ hands, as they both had temporary passed out.
“I hope you had enough, honey...” he murmured at Drusilla.
Seeing the dagger being pulled away from them made Willow feel very relieved.
Spike resumed fighting against Buffy who, luckily for him, had moved with Willow towards another room, far from undesired eyes.
“Sorry, honey, I know that I shouldn’t have come, but...”
“Well, pet, I’d never thought I would say that, but... you saved the night!” he smiled at her, but his smile faded away the second after.
“Bloody hell! What should we do now? I can’t let you escape so easily… otherwise they will figure everything out... especially since I think that Dru started suspecting that there could be something between you and me...” Spike explained. “By the way, how did you manage to get in?” the vampire asked curiously.
“Well, I simply made all your guards fall asleep with a little spell!” the redhead confessed.
“So now you play with magic... well, that’s new! I would never had expected that from you!” the bleached blonde smiled at her.
“Anyway, fresh news, the asleep guards are... asleep dust now!” Buffy informed him.
“Slayer!” he gave out a low growl, giving her a scolding look..
“ I’m so sorry, love! But, what can I say? It’s professional hazard!” she shrugged nonchalantly.
“Well, Wicca, is there any spell to get us out of all this bloody trouble right here, right now?” the vampire turned to Willow again.
“No, there’s not, but I have an idea that could also misdirect all Dru’ s suppositions...” Buffy answered mysteriously, almost as if she was enlightened.

TBC

Well, in the next chapter, ‘Ideas and Disappointments’, you’ll start figuring out why I decided to call this FF ‘Simply Absurd’, lol!





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