Disclaimers - See Part 1
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"I've got a surprise for you, Slayer," Drusilla sang out sweetly as she walked into the large room. She'd changed into a long velvet black dress that swirled around her slender legs as she danced. "You're really going to love this." She moved aside and revealed a hulking mass of flesh that stood about six feet tall. He was clothed in a pair of black leather pants and his torso was bare. But the sight that set Kiara on edge was the full head leather mask that only had two holes for his eyes and a small hole beneath the nose to allow a scant flow of air. A whip was tucked under his arm and Kiara shuddered as he moved closer to her. Her gaze flew to Angel who was wrestling unproductively with his chains. He saw the look of fear in her eyes and tried harder to break the bond, but to no avail.

"So I figured if I couldn't have fun with you, then Miss Edith and I could at least watch someone who could." She smiled prettily at Angel. "It's something my Daddy taught me," she purred.

"Oh really?" Kiara asked as she warily watched the monster walk behind her. Obviously Drusilla had found some mortal flesh who was as twisted as her. Flesh she would most likely drain after she'd finished toying with her playthings. "I guess Daddy never taught you the pleasures of true power, did he Dru? Oh yeah. That's right. I knew...know...your Daddy far better than you ever will. In fact, you were quite the easy target, Drusilla. A virtual nonentity to what Angelus truly was." Kiara heard the crack of the whip before she felt the painful sting upon her back. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she laughed anyway. "That's right, Dru. You were nothing to your Daddy. Hell, he even liked Spike more than he liked you. Why else would he give you to him so easily? It wasn't as if you meant anything to him. You were just a way to pass the time. And you know it. Deep down in the crazy recesses of your mind, you know you were just another girl he tortured. You were never special. And that's why his obsession for Buffy drove you crazy. Yes, Dru," she whispered cruelly. "You will never...ever...ever...be a Slayer."

Drusilla screamed. "You're a liar! Beat her!" she commanded her slave. "Beat her until her blood flows free! I will drink you," she told Kiara. "You will die slowly and I will enjoy every...sweet...drop." With that, she turned on her heel and stalked off.

"Why did you provoke her?" Angel asked softly.

"Why...shouldn't...I?" she asked between strokes of the whip.


***


There were six left.

Back to back, Spike and Buffy faced their opponents.

"If you hadn't taken so long, trying to save your precious leather duster, maybe we'd be through by now!"

"If you'd shut up, maybe we could fight! Cor!"

Two vampires lunged at Buffy while the remaining four toyed with Spike. She struck out at one demon, but he caught her fist in a strong grip. Using the momentum, and his grasp as leverage, Buffy leaped up and kicked the other vampire in the head. As she swung around, she brought the vampire's fist behind his back and held him steady. She grabbed a stake easily from her sleeve and shoved it through his clothes and his heart. Hearing the other vampire beginning to stir, she ducked his punch easily and sent her fist into his stomach, knocking him backwards once again. Dropping to the ground, she kicked outwards, sweeping another vampire's feet out from under him. She rolled forward onto him, but he grabbed her around the throat, trying to strangle her.

Meanwhile, Spike was getting angry. He was tired of fighting. They'd probably been at it for the greater part of an hour. And as the time passed, he thought it was increasingly likely that Drusilla had ordered an attack specifically to keep them away from her hideout. Which didn't bode well. He ducked instinctively and sliced upward with a stake, embedding it in the vampires chest. However, another vampire kicked him from behind, sending him sprawling over the ground. "I'm really getting tired of that move," he ground out as he kicked his feet up, knocking the fellow over. He jumped to his feet and picked up the discarded sword, using it to cut the other vampires head off before he noticed the Slayer turning a little blue in the face. He kicked the vampire off of her and sliced downwards before reaching down to give the Slayer a lift up.

She used his grasp as leverage to catapult herself into the vampire behind him. "I'll owe you one," she said as they continued to fight.


***


Faith sneaked into the factory behind the trio of vampires, alert in case there were any guards. However, it seemed that the place was empty.

"Mistress," she heard one of the vampires say in a rush. "We bring you news."

"Miss Edith says she doesn't like your tone of voice."

"Spike was with the Slayer. We rushed back here to tell you. We ambushed them, but they fought well."

"Are you saying you let the Slayer live?"

They looked at one another. "Well. We don't know. There were still pretty many of our guys in the fight when we left."

"My Spike is fighting with the Slayer. Again, the little Slayer. He always deserts me for that Slayer!" A wicked gleam entered her eyes. "Well, we'll just have to teach him how to play nice, won't we?" Drusilla turned around and proceeded into the main room, unaware of the dark haired Slayer following her.

"See, my pets. This is what happens when you try to escape your destiny."

Faith bolted through the wide doorway and hid behind a stack of barrels. She could see Angel hanging from a pipe, his glare almost hot enough to scorch the woman who spoke. But she had to take a double take at the small figure beside him. Even Faith's hardened heart cringed at the sight of Kiara's slight body, covered in blood. The older Slayer had spent so much time with her, had spent so much effort on bringing her back. In truth Faith thought of her as her only real ally. And there Kiara was now -- her head hanging down, her arms seemingly pulled from the sockets and her body swaying back and forth, like a dead weight.

It didn't take much to realize the situation was bad indeed.


***


"You're going to tell me. I can do this the hard way or...no, there's just the hard way," Spike said, mindless of the odd look Buffy shot him at his words.

"I don't know what you're talking about," the last vampire said. Spike had him pinned against a tree and Buffy was pressing a stake to his chest, ready at any moment to dust him.

"Tell me where Drusilla is," Spike demanded.

"I told you - Ow!" he gasped as Buffy applied pressure to the pointed wood.

"I'd suggest you tell the man where she is," she smiled sweetly. With a flick of her wrist, the wood embedded itself a centimeter into his chest.

"Sh-she's using an abandoned factory down by the docks. Number Twelve," he screeched.

Buffy arched a brow and looked at Spike.

"Yeah," he nodded. "He's telling the truth."

"Oh good," she smiled, releasing her pressure on the wood. The vampire relaxed immediately, but Buffy merely smiled angelically at Spike and shoved the wood through his heart. "Oops."

Spike grinned. "I have to admit, Slayer. Sometimes I like your style."

Buffy scrunched up her nose and looked at his filthy duster. "And sometimes I'd really like to correct yours. However, we have some people to save at the moment, so we can have this little chat at a later date." Without looking back, she sprinted in the direction of the docks.




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