The Apocalypse by Marc Ellerby Beware of offensive language ... Part 1. 'Where are we going?' asks Dru. 'I told you, we're going to get some dinner for you.' 'But I'm not hungry' 'LOOK!' Spike grabs Dru and pulls her right up close to him, 'YOU HAVEN'T FUCKING EATEN IN DAYS YOU CRAZY COW! YOU FUCKIN' CONTINUE TO EAT LIKE THIS AND YOU'LL TURN OUT JUST LIKE ONE YOUR STUPID BLOODY DOLLS' 'But, my dolls aren't alive' 'EXACTLY!' Dru starts to shiver and gasps for air. Spike takes her and holds her, 'I'm sorry baby, didn't mean to shout, it just gets to me sometimes, the way you don't eat, come on it's nearly half nine, there's probably some fat arse coming out of some McDonalds or something.' 'But fat people take a long time to eat.' 'We'll just concentrate on the intestine area then.' The two star-struck lovers then start to walk. They reach a burger joint named Choices. 'Choices?' says Spike, 'That has to be the worst name for a burger joint ever, it's even worse than bloody Mc fucking Donalds.' 'Calm down sugar plum, it's going to be alright.' Dru then grabs Spike and they start to kiss passionately. Spike pulls his head back and turns into a vamp, so does Dru, they look at each other and then they walk into the burger joint. 'LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! MAY WE HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE!' yells Spike at the customers. 'Oh my god look at their faces!' screams a lady eating at one of the tables. 'Drusilla, do the honours would you babes?' Dru then nods her head and runs at the woman. Dru leaps onto her and the tears off her ear. Dru starts to eat the inside of the ear and sucks the blood out of the woman. The lady is screaming her head off but she can't do anything. She has a vampire stuck to her head. 'Feeling better darling?' asks Spike. 'Much' replies Dru. 'Right you late night eating fuckos, this is how it's gonna work, you're gonna lay down and we're gonna eat you.' 'Not if I've got anything to do with it,' a voice appears from no where. 'Excuse me, but do you know it is bloody rude to intrude when someone is SPEAKING?!' yells Spike. The voice belongs to a young girl, no older than 17, she steps out from behind the counter holding a cross bow and has a stake in her belt 'Quite frankly don't care and you know what, I don't give two shits.' 'You're a slayer aren't you?' asks Dru. 'Yeah suppose I am seeing as I slay vampires and I am the slayer, one in every generation and all the crap.' says the Slayer. 'I've already killed one slayer I think I can do another one.' says Spike. 'Well then let's see if you can.' The slayer launches her cross bow at Spike. He grabs a man and holds him infront of him. The arrow goes right into the man's head. 'Tst Tst young slayer, you haven't been properly trained have you, try to break a vampire's concentration first then go for a kill.' The slayer then again fires the cross bow this time she aims it at Dru, the arrow goes right into Dru's leg. 'ARRRGHH! screams Dru. 'DRUSILLA!' Spike screams. He runs over to his princess and holds her. The slayer then moves closer to the pair of them. 'Dru baby? You gonna be alright?' 'Yes only a flesh wound.' 'It's gone right through you pet.' 'Spike.' 'Yes?' 'Kill that fucking bitch will you?' The slayer then moves into position to kill the both of them, Spike then runs at the slayer and slices her faces with his nails. 'You little tart. You hurt my bloody woman, NO ONE MESSES WITH MY BIRD!' 'Apart from me.' 'Suck my dick' orders Spike. Spike leaps into the air and kicks the slayer forward. Spike grabs a chair and starts to beat her sensless with it. 'YOU LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING WHORE? YOU LIKE THAT? SPEAK UP CAN'T HEAR YOU!' The slayer doesn't answer, she's too hurt and traumitised to speak. Plus she's being hit with a chair. 'HELLO? ANYBODY FUCKING HOME?' 'Please I beg you, stop,' says the slayer. 'WHAT? WHAT WAS THAT? SPEAK,' he hits her again, 'UP!' and again. 'PLEASE STOP, I DON'T WANT TO DIE!' whimpers the slayer. 'You don't want to die? Well you should of thought of that before you shot my girlfriend.' 'I'm sorry but it's my job.' 'No your job is probably studying and all the crap, we were just having a little snack.' Spike then moves up to the slayer's neck. 'Please don't' Spike looks at her and gets up, he walks away from the slayer. The slayer then sighs with relief. Spike turns and throws a table at her. The table crushes her legs. Spike then walks over to her and starts to devourer some slayer. After Spike had killed the slayer, he picked up Dru and carried her home. 'You o.k pet?' 'I'm sleepy. I want to sleep. 'And sleep you shall do pet for as long as want.' 'Can I sleep for a hundred years like Cinderella did?' 'Of course sweet heart, anything you want' 'Will you love me in a hundred years?' 'I'll love you for all eternity' 'That's not very long' 'Long enough darlin', long enough' Part 2. Spike is carrying Dru. He has her above his arms and her arms are wrapped around his head. 'Spike...' said a weakened Dru 'Yes love?' replied Spike. 'Are we nearly there yet?' 'Nearly pet, just got a couple of yards to go and then we'll be back in the comfort of our own abandoned warehouse.' 'Can I watch cartoons?' 'You may do what ever you want pet.' 'I like Mighty Mouse, he's my favourite' 'Darling, he's been your favourite for the last 40 or so years, don't you think it's a change?' Spike puts Dru down as they are approaching the house. 'No.' quickly Dru replies 'Well you proved me wrong didn't you?' He smiles at her and she smiles back. Spike leans over and kisses her. 'Time to get some rest love.' said Spike as he opened the door for his loved one. 'But it's only 1 in the morning,' said Dru in a sympathetic way. 'Yes but you've just been shot in the leg with an arrow, you must sleep.' 'I need bandages, I don't need sleep.' Spike stands there looking at her. 'What ever you want pet.' He says. 'Am I your princess?' asks Dru. 'Yes your my bloody princess.' 'You say the nicest things.' 'Too true, love, too true.' Spike lays Dru down on the bed. She rests her head and starts to dose off. He goes to a cupboard situated in the living room and takes out a roll of bandage. He goes over to Dru's leg and wraps it the wound. Dru is now fast asleep. Spike tucks her into bed and kisses her on the forehead. He looks at his watch. '1.30 in the god damn fucking morning. It's like I never got up. I feel peckish. Think I'll grab a bite to eat. Or rather I'll rip apart a bite to eat doesn't matter as long as I get something to eat.' Spike says to himself as he goes out the warehouse. He pulls a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it. 'What a fuckin' dump this place turned out to be.' he says while doing his long black leather jacket up. Spike then walks down to Piccadilly Circus. There he is greeted by numerous neon lights advertising everything from coke to camera film. He walks around looking for bars and restaurants but mainly her looks for mortals. 'Circus my arse,' Spike says. 'More like home of fuckin' advertising.' Spike turns around and sees a drunk leaving a pub. 'Beauty.' The man is nearly falling over. He has to stop to throw up all over the pavement. Spikes wonders over to him and leans over next to him. 'There, let it all out.' Spike says to the man. Spike pats him on the back making sure all that puke and shit's out of his body. 'You alright?' asks Spike. 'YUHhdjo-oppje-*burp*' gurgles the drunk. 'Well I'll take that as a yes. Of course it won't matter you'll be dead in a minute. 'UIhujfhka-poppuujoa*yurk*' 'Yes.....fuck off you little shit.' Spike takes one look of the drunk and pounds him in the head with his knee. 'Fuck off and die.' Spike then picks up the drunk and head buts him. The man makes a sound crossed between mating elephants and mouse being stepped on, 'You can make obscure noises but face it mate, nearly 2 in the morning, no one's gonna help your sorry arse.' And with that sentence finished Spike bit out the drunk's throat. Blood pouring everywhere he slurped it all up. 'Mmmm, can still taste the Budweiser.' Spike wasn't finished though. He threw the drunk onto the floor and then stuck his finger through the drunk's left eye and pulled it out...and ate it. 'Mmmm, eye balls and type o negative blood, quite a combination' 'Oit! What do you think you're doing?' yells a police man from over the road. 'Eating this man's eye ball, do you mind?' replies Spike. The cop runs over and takes one look at the dead drunk and pukes. 'Oh sweet Jesus- urghhhhhhhh.' 'Oh not you aswell, pleeease, does everyone have to throw up tonight? Why can't you vomit blood, better yet I'll just suck you dry.' Spike then breaks the cop's neck, killing him in the process. Spike then feeds on the cop. 'Pork, tastes like pork, can you honestly believe that? A fucking cop tastes like...................pork!' Spike then laughs himself silly. He picks up the two dead bodies and throws them over a wall. Spike then heads back to the warehouse for some loving. Spike takes a long walk around Piccadilly. He sees the sights and walks past many lucky people. Lucky as they weren't killed by William the Bloody. Spike goes up an alley way which leads to the warehouse. It's dark dank and smells like piss. Spike loves it. 'Home sweet Home.' Spike opens the door quietly as he doesn't want to disturb Dru. As he takes his jacket off he is attacked by some people. It is unsure if they are dead, undead or alive. But they pack a mean punch. They beat him up for several minutes. Pounding his bones deep into his body and smashing them in the process. Spike lashes out at one of the killers but does little damage. 'Knock him out.' says a voice from the distance, Spike cannot tell where it's coming from as he can just about see and has trouble moving his head around. 'How?' says another voice. 'Use a bleeding crow bar, here.' The next second Spike is knocked out cold. He lays there on the floor for a couple of hours. It isn't until 4am when he awakes. He wakes up beause the sun is out and is melting his skin. 'FUCK ME! FUCK ME!' Spike screams. He grabs his jacket and covers him self. He tries to get up but just falls down again. He tries again but this time falls down face first and the jacket covers him. He is out for 16 hours until he awakes. 'Dru?' he says. 'Dru love? oh Jesus.' He pulls himself up and clicks his neck. 'Bastards, next time I see them I'll shove that fucking crow bar...' He stops in mid sentence. He stops as when he looks up he sees Dru missing from their bed. He sees a note. He runs, or rather hops, over to the note. *Spike, we've kidnapped Dru, and we're going to kill her, best wishes Alec* Spike stuffs the note into his pocket and looks at the ceiling. 'DRUSILLA!'