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Lost Soul. Chapter 5.
And another chapter - only 3 more to go. :)
‘Lost Soul’ summary: Spike loses his soul AtS S5. Some wackiness ensues...
Previous Chapters here.
Chapter 5
Knox felt like all his birthdays and Christmases had come at once. He wanted to shout and jump and sing - ecstasy was too mild a word. But instead he kept calm, making his co-workers examine the sarcophagus carefully, pretending to be as clueless as they.
He had been clueless when it first arrived - mysterious delivery guys dumping it on the lab floor and leaving without a word. When he realised what it was, he had nearly cried for joy. He felt like one of the shepherds at the Nativity. No, that wasn’t right. He was one of the wise men - he’d seen Illyria’s star and followed it and now he was here, at the appointed time, ready to witness its glorious rebirth. All he needed was Fred. But Fred was in some meeting and he would have to be patient, however much it pained him.
Sighing, he let the team go off to an early lunch... he was running out of ways to analyse the sarcophagus and he could sense that the others were getting bored.
It was quiet in the lab and he was slowly circling the large stone bulk - so close and yet so distant. Where was she - the perfect woman who’d make his dream reality?
“Hey - you!”
He lifted his head and saw Spike standing in the doorway, looking at him uninterestedly.
“Yes?”
Spike frowned. “Are you the only one here?”
“Yeah - the rest have all gone off for lunch.”
Spike nodded. “Right - just came to tell you that Fred won’t be in ‘till later. Tired herself out last night, working.”
Knox nodded - friendly, helpful. “OK. I’ll hold down the fort!”
A shrug, and Spike left.
Turning back to the sarcophagus, Knox stroked it reverently: “Do not worry, your highness. As soon as Fred is rested, I will make sure that she comes here and through her you will rise again - your magnificence unveiled for all the world to see!”
He stood in silence for a little while, contemplating future glories, when suddenly a cold voice cut through his thoughts: “What did you say?”
Knox turned, seeing that the vampire was standing in the doorway again, and he felt his stomach knot in fear. There was a look on the other’s face that made him want to run. Fast.
“Actually, that was a rhetorical question. I heard you perfectly well. Vampire hearing you see - very handy.”
He swallowed, trying to gather his thoughts. Spike slowly detached himself from the door frame and stalked closer.
“You were talking to this big hulk of stone as though you knew exactly what was inside. And apparently it has something to do with Fred. Now - if you don’t tell me everything you know, as fast as you can, you’ll find out why my name used to be William the Bloody.”
Knox tried to laugh, but it sounded oddly strangled to his own ears. “I - I don’t know what you’re talking about. And...” he suddenly saw a way out. “And you’re a good guy! You’d never hurt me.”
Spike stared at him. Then he threw his head back and laughed.
The laughter was one of the most unsettling sounds that Knox had ever heard. He tried to back away slowly, but Spike followed, still chuckling. There was a glint in his eyes that was downright terrifying and Knox could feel himself start to sweat.
“Oh, foolish, foolish little boy!” the vampire said, tilting his head. “I’m going to let you in on a secret now, so hush! Don’t tell anyone!”
He nodded, not knowing what else to do, mesmerised by blue eyes. Spike leaned forward and Knox involuntarily came closer.
“Someone stole my soul last night.” Spike whispered. “And I’m getting really hungry for a good kill!”
The fear became fully-fledged panic, but his legs refused to work and then Spike grabbed hold of him, pulling him close. “Talk fast, or you’ll end up as my lunch, understood!”
Knox nodded, mouth dry and heart pounding. He stared at the stone coffin containing his god, but he knew that no amount of fervent prayer would make it move in the slightest.
Chapter 6.
‘Lost Soul’ summary: Spike loses his soul AtS S5. Some wackiness ensues...
Previous Chapters here.
Knox felt like all his birthdays and Christmases had come at once. He wanted to shout and jump and sing - ecstasy was too mild a word. But instead he kept calm, making his co-workers examine the sarcophagus carefully, pretending to be as clueless as they.
He had been clueless when it first arrived - mysterious delivery guys dumping it on the lab floor and leaving without a word. When he realised what it was, he had nearly cried for joy. He felt like one of the shepherds at the Nativity. No, that wasn’t right. He was one of the wise men - he’d seen Illyria’s star and followed it and now he was here, at the appointed time, ready to witness its glorious rebirth. All he needed was Fred. But Fred was in some meeting and he would have to be patient, however much it pained him.
Sighing, he let the team go off to an early lunch... he was running out of ways to analyse the sarcophagus and he could sense that the others were getting bored.
It was quiet in the lab and he was slowly circling the large stone bulk - so close and yet so distant. Where was she - the perfect woman who’d make his dream reality?
“Hey - you!”
He lifted his head and saw Spike standing in the doorway, looking at him uninterestedly.
“Yes?”
Spike frowned. “Are you the only one here?”
“Yeah - the rest have all gone off for lunch.”
Spike nodded. “Right - just came to tell you that Fred won’t be in ‘till later. Tired herself out last night, working.”
Knox nodded - friendly, helpful. “OK. I’ll hold down the fort!”
A shrug, and Spike left.
Turning back to the sarcophagus, Knox stroked it reverently: “Do not worry, your highness. As soon as Fred is rested, I will make sure that she comes here and through her you will rise again - your magnificence unveiled for all the world to see!”
He stood in silence for a little while, contemplating future glories, when suddenly a cold voice cut through his thoughts: “What did you say?”
Knox turned, seeing that the vampire was standing in the doorway again, and he felt his stomach knot in fear. There was a look on the other’s face that made him want to run. Fast.
“Actually, that was a rhetorical question. I heard you perfectly well. Vampire hearing you see - very handy.”
He swallowed, trying to gather his thoughts. Spike slowly detached himself from the door frame and stalked closer.
“You were talking to this big hulk of stone as though you knew exactly what was inside. And apparently it has something to do with Fred. Now - if you don’t tell me everything you know, as fast as you can, you’ll find out why my name used to be William the Bloody.”
Knox tried to laugh, but it sounded oddly strangled to his own ears. “I - I don’t know what you’re talking about. And...” he suddenly saw a way out. “And you’re a good guy! You’d never hurt me.”
Spike stared at him. Then he threw his head back and laughed.
The laughter was one of the most unsettling sounds that Knox had ever heard. He tried to back away slowly, but Spike followed, still chuckling. There was a glint in his eyes that was downright terrifying and Knox could feel himself start to sweat.
“Oh, foolish, foolish little boy!” the vampire said, tilting his head. “I’m going to let you in on a secret now, so hush! Don’t tell anyone!”
He nodded, not knowing what else to do, mesmerised by blue eyes. Spike leaned forward and Knox involuntarily came closer.
“Someone stole my soul last night.” Spike whispered. “And I’m getting really hungry for a good kill!”
The fear became fully-fledged panic, but his legs refused to work and then Spike grabbed hold of him, pulling him close. “Talk fast, or you’ll end up as my lunch, understood!”
Knox nodded, mouth dry and heart pounding. He stared at the stone coffin containing his god, but he knew that no amount of fervent prayer would make it move in the slightest.
Chapter 6.