William's Calling Card

Spoilers: More for the previous stories in the series than anything Joss has done, by this point. General spoilers for the very vague history he's given us of Angelus, Darla, William the Bloody and Drusilla.

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, though some of the plot ideas are. The characters and overall canon belongs to Joss Whedon, and whoever else he says owns them.

Author's Notes: This story is part of a series that is *my* take on the history of Angelus, Darla, William and Drusilla. You'll notice that I refuse to accept Joss' revisionist history that Dru is William the Bloody's sire. Otherwise I try to stick close to his canon.

Dedications: To CrazyEvilDru, of course. My beta and the girl who I can always turn to for ideas/suggestion when I'm blocked on this series. Which has been often. To all of those who sent me feedback on this series and continue to do so.

William had spent the day in Drusilla’s bed. Angelus had left him alone since they'd been together two nights earlier. Will was grateful for that, because that had definitely been a mistake. He didn’t want to get caught in the trap of caring for his sire again. He had stayed obedient and submissive, since then. He'd also been more careful in his hunting. But this was mostly because he wanted to avoid having to be alone with the older vampire. One way to do that was to keep from giving Angelus another reason to confront him.

It was nearing sunset; he and Dru spent the day in bed amusing themselves. Drusilla had discovered she enjoyed spending as much time in bed with William as possible, something he also liked. He was relieved that since their sire had worked things out with Darla, he hadn’t needed to use Drusilla for his pleasure.

He had come to accept that she needed the constant reminder of his feelings. Her sense of self-worth was non-existent, so no matter how many times he reassured her, she always needed more.

William opened his eyes and glanced at the window. It was dark, he and Dru must have dozed off again. He saw that it was past eight and his stomach growled. "Come on, Dru. Time to wake up," he said as he ran a hand through her long, dark hair.

They’d fed without being seen this time and now were returning to their home. They walked taking a different route, just in case there were still people looking for them. They followed the railroad as they walked through the city, to avoid the crowds on the busy streets. Suddenly, a group of men stepped in front of them. William pushed Drusilla behind him in a protective gesture.

"Give us yer money," one of the men demanded, brandishing a knife. "Or we’ll make you watch while we have some fun with the girl before we kill you both."

"You don’t believe me?" William asked. He shrugged. "Guess I gotta prove it to you." He shifted into gameface. He was shocked when the men didn’t even register the slightest surprise.

"You ain’t the first vampire we’ve seen," the same man who’d spoken earlier said. "You freaks are all over the damn city." It was *his* turn to shrug, as he added, "We’ve figured out that stakes through the heart do the trick, though. So we’ll just be taking your wallet from your pile of ashes." The men pulled stakes out of their pockets and charged the two vampires.

William had counted them during the short conversation. Ten men. This would be fun. He bent low, flipping one of the men over his back. He heard him scream and knew Dru had taken care of him. The others paused, and Will eyed them all intently. One of them got the courage to run at him and he kicked, connecting with the man’s stomach and sending him flying. He was thrilled to see the man knock two of his friends to the ground. He rushed over to them and slammed their heads together, knocking them unconscious. He then reached for something to use to kill them, and his hand closed around... a stray railroad spike that was on the ground.

Will shrugged. "Works for me," he said as he plunged the spike into first one man's, then his friend's hearts. He frowned, unimpressed with the kill. "No bloody fun when they’re unconscious." He jumped up and helped Dru deal with the three remaining men, who were currently trying to corner her. He had been amazed that they hadn’t just all come at he and Dru at once, but apparently they were a little more afraid of vampires than they’d originally let on. He blocked the stakes that were thrust at him and then kicked out, knocking one man to the ground. The man grabbed Will’s foot, however, and pulled Will down with him.

The cry made all, vampires and humans, freeze. Then suddenly, as if by telepathic agreement, they got to their feet and ran away. But not before Will dealt with the man who'd knocked him to the ground. He tackled the man as he was trying to get away, deciding that hitting the heart would be too merciful. He plunged the spike into the man’s stomach, instead deep enough to have the spike stopped only by the ground below. The man screamed in agony and Spike chuckled in response. "Hurts that bad, hey?" Then he got up and grabbed Drusilla by the hand, pulling her in the direction of their home.

"Damn, Dru, that was more fun than the feed!" William chuckled. "The look on his face when I plunged the spike into him. Not to mention the scream."

"William, *you* are the only weapon you need," Angelus said with a sigh of irritation. "We kill to feed; otherwise we keep a low profile. I thought you understood that."

"In tavern brawls, before I was turned," Angelus replied. "I got over it though, and I advise you to do the same, as of tonight." He walked over to his childe. "If you’re bored, take up a hobby besides drinking and rutting. But you *will* get rid of that *thing* and grow up."

Angelus backhanded him, knocking him to the ground. "First of all, if you ever challenge my authority over you like that again, I'll see to it that you'll not be able to walk for a week. Second, accept the fact that everything you do, Boy, is my business. Third, get that chip off your shoulder, or I'll remove it for you."

Angelus wasn't sure where this sudden and unexpected rebelliousness had come from. He’d hoped that renewing the more pleasurable side of their relationship would get Will back under his control. So he didn’t understand why Will appeared to be set on picking a fight with him now. "Do you really want to know?" he asked. "Think carefully before you answer."

"I..." William faltered, as a voice in his head questioned why he was baiting his sire this way. Things had been good; he shouldn't be *trying* to ruin it all again.

"Lose the railroad spike," Angelus said. "You will kill in the shadows, away from the eyes of the more watchful eyes of the humans of this city, like the rest of us. If you don't, you will not find my reaction pleasant, by any stretch of the imagination."

"We’re sorry, Daddy," Drusilla intervened, stepping between the two males. "He didn’t mean it, really. Please, don’t hurt him," she begged.

"Don’t encourage him any further, Drusilla," Angelus growled. "And don't think that, if there is a next time, I'll be this forgiving," he tossed over his shoulder as he returned to the living room.

Drusilla pulled Will upstairs and he grudgingly gave in. No need to push a confrontation. He’d still kill with the spike, but would keep his sire from finding out about it. He couldn’t get the sound of the human’s scream, when he had shoved that spike into his stomach, out of his mind. It had given him a feeling of power and control, even though he’d had to leave before the man was finally dead. The next time he used the spike, it would be different. He’d savor every last moment of that human's life. And he bet the experience would be incredibly satisfying.


	The Adventures of Captain Peroxide and Deadboy The Angel/Spike Zone of the BtVS Writer's Guild Home Updates Stories Resources Extras News Music Forum Contact Guestbook Links Full Version Fiction by: Title Author Pairing Rating William's Calling Card Author: Evil Willow Plot partner: Crazy Evil Dru Series: "William" (This is story #13) All Stories are either R or NC-17, for m/m and m/f smut and some violence. Dark fics, all of them. Rating: R for violence and language Spoilers: More for the previous stories in the series than anything Joss has done, by this point. General spoilers for the very vague history he's given us of Angelus, Darla, William the Bloody and Drusilla. Content/Warnings/Keywords: Violence, swearing, some William/Drusilla moments Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, though some of the plot ideas are. The characters and overall canon belongs to Joss Whedon, and whoever else he says owns them. Summary: So how'd William the Bloody get the idea of using railroad spikes to kill humans, anyway? Author's Notes: This story is part of a series that is my take on the history of Angelus, Darla, William and Drusilla. You'll notice that I refuse to accept Joss' revisionist history that Dru is William the Bloody's sire. Otherwise I try to stick close to his canon. Dedications: To CrazyEvilDru, of course. My beta and the girl who I can always turn to for ideas/suggestion when I'm blocked on this series. Which has been often. To all of those who sent me feedback on this series and continue to do so. William’s Calling Card Two days later William had spent the day in Drusilla’s bed. Angelus had left him alone since they'd been together two nights earlier. Will was grateful for that, because that had definitely been a mistake. He didn’t want to get caught in the trap of caring for his sire again. He had stayed obedient and submissive, since then. He'd also been more careful in his hunting. But this was mostly because he wanted to avoid having to be alone with the older vampire. One way to do that was to keep from giving Angelus another reason to confront him. It was nearing sunset; he and Dru spent the day in bed amusing themselves. Drusilla had discovered she enjoyed spending as much time in bed with William as possible, something he also liked. He was relieved that since their sire had worked things out with Darla, he hadn’t needed to use Drusilla for his pleasure. "Do you love me, William?" Dru asked. He had come to accept that she needed the constant reminder of his feelings. Her sense of self-worth was non-existent, so no matter how many times he reassured her, she always needed more. "For all eternity, Luv," he replied easily, rubbing her back soothingly. She smiled and curled up next to him again. William opened his eyes and glanced at the window. It was dark, he and Dru must have dozed off again. He saw that it was past eight and his stomach growled. "Come on, Dru. Time to wake up," he said as he ran a hand through her long, dark hair. Drusilla rolled off him and stretched. "I’m hungry." "Me too," Will agreed. "Guess we better do something about it," he suggested as he got out of bed. *********** One hour later They’d fed without being seen this time and now were returning to their home. They walked taking a different route, just in case there were still people looking for them. They followed the railroad as they walked through the city, to avoid the crowds on the busy streets. Suddenly, a group of men stepped in front of them. William pushed Drusilla behind him in a protective gesture. "Give us yer money," one of the men demanded, brandishing a knife. "Or we’ll make you watch while we have some fun with the girl before we kill you both." "I got a better idea," Will replied. "You all run away screaming." They just looked at him like he was insane. "You don’t believe me?" William asked. He shrugged. "Guess I gotta prove it to you." He shifted into gameface. He was shocked when the men didn’t even register the slightest surprise. "You ain’t the first vampire we’ve seen," the same man who’d spoken earlier said. "You freaks are all over the damn city." It was his turn to shrug, as he added, "We’ve figured out that stakes through the heart do the trick, though. So we’ll just be taking your wallet from your pile of ashes." The men pulled stakes out of their pockets and charged the two vampires. William had counted them during the short conversation. Ten men. This would be fun. He bent low, flipping one of the men over his back. He heard him scream and knew Dru had taken care of him. The others paused, and Will eyed them all intently. One of them got the courage to run at him and he kicked, connecting with the man’s stomach and sending him flying. He was thrilled to see the man knock two of his friends to the ground. He rushed over to them and slammed their heads together, knocking them unconscious. He then reached for something to use to kill them, and his hand closed around... a stray railroad spike that was on the ground. Will shrugged. "Works for me," he said as he plunged the spike into first one man's, then his friend's hearts. He frowned, unimpressed with the kill. "No bloody fun when they’re unconscious." He jumped up and helped Dru deal with the three remaining men, who were currently trying to corner her. He had been amazed that they hadn’t just all come at he and Dru at once, but apparently they were a little more afraid of vampires than they’d originally let on. He blocked the stakes that were thrust at him and then kicked out, knocking one man to the ground. The man grabbed Will’s foot, however, and pulled Will down with him. "Police!" The cry made all, vampires and humans, freeze. Then suddenly, as if by telepathic agreement, they got to their feet and ran away. But not before Will dealt with the man who'd knocked him to the ground. He tackled the man as he was trying to get away, deciding that hitting the heart would be too merciful. He plunged the spike into the man’s stomach, instead deep enough to have the spike stopped only by the ground below. The man screamed in agony and Spike chuckled in response. "Hurts that bad, hey?" Then he got up and grabbed Drusilla by the hand, pulling her in the direction of their home. ************ Angelus and Darla looked up as Will and Dru walked inside. "Damn, Dru, that was more fun than the feed!" William chuckled. "The look on his face when I plunged the spike into him. Not to mention the scream." "It was beautiful music," Drusilla agreed with a smile. "My evil, evil William." "Yeah, I’m a frightening monster," he agreed with a grin. "Spike?" Angelus asked. William held it up to show his sire. "Railroad spike. Quite a handy weapon." "William, you are the only weapon you need," Angelus said with a sigh of irritation. "We kill to feed; otherwise we keep a low profile. I thought you understood that." William rolled his eyes, "Oh come on. You mean to tell me you’ve never killed just for the hell of it?" "In tavern brawls, before I was turned," Angelus replied. "I got over it though, and I advise you to do the same, as of tonight." He walked over to his childe. "If you’re bored, take up a hobby besides drinking and rutting. But you will get rid of that thing and grow up." Will growled. "How I choose to kill people is my business-" Angelus backhanded him, knocking him to the ground. "First of all, if you ever challenge my authority over you like that again, I'll see to it that you'll not be able to walk for a week. Second, accept the fact that everything you do, Boy, is my business. Third, get that chip off your shoulder, or I'll remove it for you." "How?" Will replied as he got to his feet. "You gonna beat me? Whip me?" Angelus wasn't sure where this sudden and unexpected rebelliousness had come from. He’d hoped that renewing the more pleasurable side of their relationship would get Will back under his control. So he didn’t understand why Will appeared to be set on picking a fight with him now. "Do you really want to know?" he asked. "Think carefully before you answer." "I..." William faltered, as a voice in his head questioned why he was baiting his sire this way. Things had been good; he shouldn't be trying to ruin it all again. "Lose the railroad spike," Angelus said. "You will kill in the shadows, away from the eyes of the more watchful eyes of the humans of this city, like the rest of us. If you don't, you will not find my reaction pleasant, by any stretch of the imagination." "We’re sorry, Daddy," Drusilla intervened, stepping between the two males. "He didn’t mean it, really. Please, don’t hurt him," she begged. "Don’t encourage him any further, Drusilla," Angelus growled. "And don't think that, if there is a next time, I'll be this forgiving," he tossed over his shoulder as he returned to the living room. Drusilla pulled Will upstairs and he grudgingly gave in. No need to push a confrontation. He’d still kill with the spike, but would keep his sire from finding out about it. He couldn’t get the sound of the human’s scream, when he had shoved that spike into his stomach, out of his mind. It had given him a feeling of power and control, even though he’d had to leave before the man was finally dead. The next time he used the spike, it would be different. He’d savor every last moment of that human's life. And he bet the experience would be incredibly satisfying. **************** Next Chapter