OoSooM-Ch.6

*NOTE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS IMPLIED RAPE & TORTURE OF BOTH DAWN AND SPIKE. THERE ARE NO DETAILS, BUT IF THAT SORT OF THING SQUICKS YOU, DON'T READ IT!!

Watching Angelus' retreating form, Spike didn't think that things could get any worse.

Angelus stopped, turned, and smirked at Spike before looking at the black demon with the hideous white spots. “Oh, and search the house for the Slayer's sister. Bring her to me, alive,” he said.

Angelus just gave him a shit-eating grin. “Why, Will, m'boy, you're looking a bit pale suddenly. Something wrong?”

The blonde vampire remained silent, his jaw clenched so hard that he was surprised his teeth didn't shatter.

Knowing what Angelus most likely had in store for Dawn, Spike regretted not snapping her neck while she lay beneath the collapsed wall. At least then she would have been guaranteed a quick, fairly painless death.

An inhuman howl of rage and pain rang out from within the house, and Spike's gut lurched, demanding that he rise and tear apart whoever dared cause his Childe to make that sound.

A low snarl tore from his throat as he forced himself to his feet, his human visage melting away to reveal the demon underneath as Dawn came into view, her face bloodied.

Dawn's head whipped to face him, and her eyes lit up. “Spike!” she chirped happily, then growled as the demon yanked back on her arm again.

Turning in a motion that was so fast it was hardly more than a blur, Dawn punched her fist deep into the demon's chest and ripped out its heart, flinging the organ to the ground in disgust as the demon stared at her in abject shock and horror before falling down dead.

Seeing the surprise on Dawn's face at what she had done, Spike quickly moved to block Angelus' view of her, drawing her into his arms and pressing her face to his chest. She clung to him for a moment, and when she pulled away, her face was pleasantly blank.

Keeping his eyes locked on Dawn's, Spike raised the hand she'd used to rip the demon's heart out and slowly licked the blood from it.

Knowing that it was a show for their audience's appearance, Dawn simply raised an eyebrow, looking amused. “What's taking you so long out here, Sire? The demons want you to throw in on their game of kitten-poker or something?”

“Not exactly, luv,” Spike answered, looking at Angelus briefly. “Peaches over there was under the impression that I was a traitor and needed to be punished for shaggin' the Slayer instead of killin' her.”

Dawn feigned indifference, then pouted. “You said I could kill her…If she was still alive after last night.”

“That I did, pet,” Spike said, smirking. “But, seein' as you just ripped the heart outta the bloke that killed her…Kind of a non-issue at this point.”

Dawn giggled. “I feel much better…He was being all grabby. Very irritating,” she said, pulling off a fairly good mimic of Spike's sardonic smirk.

Angelus, beginning to get annoyed at being ignored, cleared his throat. “If you two are through with the Ozzie and Harriet routine, I believe we were going somewhere.”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Why don't you just sod off, Angelus? We've got places to be, people to kill…”

Dawn grinned viciously. “That's what I like about you, Spike. Even with a soul, you're baaaaaad,” she purred, linking her arm with the blonde vampire's.

“You know it, baby,” Spike told her, leaning down to give her a quick peck on the lips, dropping his arm around her waist. “So…anyone in particular you wanna kill first, luv?”

Dawn contemplated his question for a moment, then a purely evil smile spread over her face. “Well…Assuming the fallout from whatever happened last night didn't kill everyone, I was thinking we could start with Casey. She thinks she's the next Cordelia Chase of Sunnydale High. I was just going to slap the smug look off her face, but now I think I'll take my time ripping it off instead.”

Determined to give Angelus a good show and make his imagination run away with him, Dawn reached up and grabbed the collar of Spike's over-shirt, yanking him down so that their lips nearly touched. “Always,” she said, then growled and bit his bottom lip, drawing blood and licking it away with a canary-eating grin.

Spike growled back softly, his eyes glimmering amber for a split second before he looked up at Angelus. “As you can see, Angelus, we've got plans…Drop us a line, though, an' we'll get together and do the torture thing. I'll even bring the chains.”

“You're making it sound like you've got a choice, William,” Angelus said, sounding amused. “I want to hear you scream. Tonight. If you have a problem with that…Well, I've got it on good authority that Celaph demons are great marksmen,” he taunted, gesturing to the bright red demon with purple eyes that had a crossbow pointed at Dawn's heart.

“Either you come along like a good boy, or you can kiss your minion goodbye. Either way, I could really care less,” Angelus said dismissively.

“You must be gettin' old, Peaches,” Spike said sarcastically. “Can't even tell a minion from a Childe. Tsk, tsk, tsk. How far the mighty have fallen.”

“You made the Slayer's sister your Childe? Y'know, William, one thing I never doubted you had was balls of steel. If Buffy had survived the End of Days battle, you'd be dust,” Angelus said, obviously amused.

“Look who's talkin', mate,” Spike rejoined. “Last I heard, you were pretty high on the Slayer's To Kill list yourself.”

Dawn gave a petulant sigh. “Bored now. Spike, can we go kill someone already? I'm hungry,” she said, pouting at him.

Spike laughed. “ `Course, luv. Lemme just tell the Cro-Magnon poofter with the overbite to bugger off, then we'll be on our merry way,” he assured her.

He looked up, arching an eyebrow at Angelus. “Piss off, Angelus,” he said succinctly, then grasped Dawn's hand in his, and led her away, turning his back on his Sire. Or, what was left of him. He wasn't quite sure which.

“Get them! Now!” Angelus roared, never having been one to take rejection well.

By the time Spike and Dawn had been overpowered and shackled as to prevent any further escape attempts, Spike was really beginning to hate being outnumbered. He and Dawn had, however, managed to kill off at least half of Angelus' remaining forces. That left the green demon with a little over ten demons. All in all, the odds were getting better.

Of course, that didn't help much, since they were chained to where they couldn't use their arms, and could barely move their legs enough to walk.

Spike howled in rage as Dawn's agonized shrieks rang out, echoing in the halls of the mansion. Enough to torment him, and make his demon writhe inside, aching to unleash unimaginable pain on whoever was hurting its progeny.

Angelus' hollow, mocking laughter filtered down the hallway, grating on Spike's nerves as the blonde vampire struggled against the chains that kept him from going to his Childe's aid.

“ANGELUS!” he bellowed, throwing himself with as much force as he could muster against the chains. The metal groaned, but held firm. “When I get loose, I'm gonna make you beg me for death!”

The steel door swung open, and Angelus lounged against the doorjamb. “What was that Spikey? I didn't quite hear you over all the screaming,” he said mockingly, smirking as Dawn screeched again.

“Oh, well, the boys have been doing well since the End of Days and all, so I decided to give them a little present. I'm sure they're quite enjoying little Dawnie,” Angelus answered smugly.

“You gave my Childe to a bunch of fucking minions?!” Spike snarled, enraged beyond belief.

“Well, like I said, they've been doing remarkably well for a bunch of mindless, brick-stupid drones,” Angelus said dismissively, though the amused glint in his eyes belied his apparent ignorance of the fact that what he'd done was unthinkable in vampiric society.

One simply did not hand Childer over to minions, whether the Childe in question was their own get or not. It was tantamount to making a King service a prostitute. It simply wasn't done. Ever.

“You slimy, gutless, gelded sack of shit,” Spike snarled. “You'd better call those worthless sacks of flesh off of her, or I swear I'll shove my foot so far up your arse that Satan himself will feel it!”

“Brave words from the one who's chained up,” Angelus said, smirking. “Now…I believe I said something about torturing you…”

Several hours later, Spike hung limply from his chains, naked and covered in blood and thicker bits of gore, more unconscious than not.

Thankfully, Dawn's screams had stopped about half an hour before. Spike sent up a heartfelt prayer that she was really and truly dead now. At least then nothing could hurt her. She'd never killed. She'd never even drank except from Spike himself. The blonde vampire was very certain that Dawn had done nothing to bar her from Heaven.

Unfortunately, God didn't seem to give a rat's arse about a vampire's prayers, because Angelus dragged Dawn's limp form into the room, dropping her negligently at Spike's feet. “The boys are tired of her. She doesn't fight back anymore. No fun if they're not trying to get away, you know,” he said, smirking.

He leaned in close, licking a spattering of blood off of Spike's battered body. “Mmm…I'd forgotten how delicious you were, Spikey.”

Angelus crouched near Dawn's naked form, sneering up at Spike. “Gotta hand it to you, boy. Turning a virgin? Brilliant idea,” he said, patting Dawn's bare hip casually. “Very nice. I'm looking forward to when she wakes up. She kinda reminds me of Buffy…So cute when she's in pain.”

With that parting shot, Angelus stood and stalked out of the room, the steel door slamming with finality behind him.

A few moments later, there was the whine of machinery, and Spike's chains lengthened from the ceiling, letting him fall gracelessly to the floor near Dawn's prone form.

“God, Nibblet,” he gasped out, crawling gingerly on broken kneecaps and mangled hands to her still body, drawing her into his arms and cradling her against his chest, rocking her as if she were a babe in arms instead of the seventeen year old young woman she was.

Silent tears of pain and rage trickled down his cheeks as the blonde vampire mourned every remnant of peace and innocence that Dawn had had forcibly ripped from her in the last twenty-four hours.

When Dawn's eyes finally fluttered and opened, what was left of Spike's heart broke at the emptiness reflected there.

Knowing that his Childe had been well and truly broken, Spike felt his demon surge forth and let out an inhuman wail of rage and misery that sent the minions who were responsible for brutalizing Dawn out to greet the sunrise for fear of what tortures her Sire would visit upon them once he was loose.