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Allison, Chelsea, BuffyAndSpikeForever, thank youuuu, as always! ;)

Too late (II) (I took whole speeches from ‘Becoming I’)

Drusilla had been very happy when after they returned to the warehouse she had found out that not only Spike could walk again, but that he had also resumed hunting, since she caught him with his fangs in a drunk homeless guy’s neck whom he had might found at the park.

Angelus didn’t show it, but he was glad about the fact that the Boy had finally regained his strength. Spike was a very good fighter, so in the final battle he would be very useful. He couldn’t even begin to imagine that even if there was a final battle, Spike would never choose his side. So, that’s why he had decided to let him know about his plan, taking him and Drusilla to the main room where they had left the target of their mission at the museum.
When he saw it, Spike realized that he had warned Buffy a little too late.

Angelus and Drusilla walked proudly towards the obelisk as Spike rested his back against a wall, watching them not very convinced.

“It’s a big rock, I can’t wait to tell my friends. They don’t have rocks this big!” he commented sarcastically.

“Spike, Boy, you never learned your history!” Angelus chuckled, shaking his head.

“Let’s have a lesson, then!” the other vampire snorted.

“Acathla, the demon that came forth to swallow the world...” the brunette vampire started explaining, walking around the obelisk. “He was killed by a virtuous knight who pierced the demon’s heart before he could draw a breath to perform the act. Acathla turned into stone, as demons sometimes do, and was buried...” he stopped to see if Spike was listening to him and once he was sure about that he went on. “Where neither man nor demon would want to look...” he explained, parting from the stone. “Unless, of course, they’re putting up low-rent housing. Boys...” he chuckled, and then he called two of his minions that advanced toward him with crowbars to pry open the obelisk, the lid crashed on the floor, raising a big dust cloud.

Inside of it was the statue of a demon with a sword that came out from his heart.


Drusilla closed her eyes, bringing her hands to her temples as she swung back and forth. “He fills my head, I can’t hear anything else.”

Spike ignored her, turning to Angelus. “Let me guess. Someone pulls out the sword...”


“Someone worthy...” his Grand Sire clarified.

“Mm... the demon wakes up and wackiness ensues ...” the blond figured out.

Drusilla opened her eyes again, lowering her arms. “He will swallow the world!”


“And every creature living on this planet will go to Hell!” Angelus added, getting closer to the statue of Acathla to look at him better, turning to the other two vampires.

“My friends, we are about to make history… end,” he sneered evilly.

< In your bloody dreams!> Spike thought, leaving and going to his room to eagerly wait for the sunset.

And when it came, he got ready to go out, but Drusilla reached him first, moving away the heavy curtain of his room and getting in.

“Spike, where are you going?”

“Sunset, honey. Hunt. That’s what we vampires do, you know...” he justified, crossing her path, but she stopped him, grabbing him by an arm

“Oh, no, my sweet, wait. The fun is about to begin!” she informed him, dragging him towards the main room.

Spike realized that he had no choice to avoid it as he hoped that he would not be too late to warn his Buffy.

***************************** (In the meantime)

“Access denied,” Jenny read on the screen, putting her hands in her hair and screaming frustrated. “No, not again! You stupid floppy disk, you know that I won’t let you win!” she swore, making it pop out, changing the umpteenth program to read it, setting the hard disk and inserting the disk once again. She went onto the computer resources, clicked the icon of the floppy disk, but without hoping too much. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw the floppy disk open, finally, revealing all its precious contents that she printed without wasting any time.

“Willow will be beyond herself with joy! Angel is going to come back!” she said, leaving her house.

She would meet the girl at the library, where Giles had called them to do some research about the ancient artefact of the museum that had happened to be Acathla’s grave.

As allergic to books as she was, Buffy had preferred patrolling. After all, it always worked like that. They researched, she fought.

The sun had already set and she was ready to face every vampire, but mostly to wait for a certain bleached blond one.

************************************ (In the meantime)

When his Childe and Grand Childe came out of their rooms, Angelus called his minions and they brought him a shirtless young man, throwing him on the ground, in front of Angelus, Drusilla and Spike.

Angelus approached the prisoner.

“I will drink. The blood will wash in me, over me and I’ll be cleansed. I’ll be worthy to free Acathla!” he declared, looking at Spike. “Bear witness... “ he went on, looking at Drusilla. “As I ascend...” he said , looking forward and changing his features. “As I become.”

He lifted the man, pushing his head aside to bare his neck. He roared and bit him violently and quickly, drinking deep. He brought one hand to the wound, rubbing it against the blood and dropping the corpse to the ground. He looked at his bleeding hand, lowered it and got ready to approach the statue of Acathla.

“Everything that I am, everything that I have done has lead me here...” he exclaimed, still wearing his game face. “I have strayed, I have been lost. But Acathla redeems me, with this act we will be free,” he stated, grabbing the hilt of the sword with both hands. A bright light came out from it. Drusilla smiled, bathing in that light.

Angelus started shaking with the power of the sword, but he grabbed it firmly, trying to draw it out from Acathla.

The sword didn’t even move and a few seconds later a bright red light emanated from it, throwing Angelus back and onto the floor.

“Someone wasn’t worthy...” Spike singsong childishly, enjoying the moment as he made fun of him.

TBC

I promise more action in next chapter, ‘Playing for time’! I hope you still like it..


Anyway, as soon as my dear beta returns the chapters to me I’ll be glad to update ‘Double Mess’ and ‘Before, Now, Forever’, too . just be patient, please! ;)





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