Micah was angry. Very angry. Bad enough the Slayer had to attack him when all he wanted was to help, but now she sent her pet demons after him? This wouldn’t stand.
He stopped in front of the two and snarled, shifting to his demon face.
“So the Slayer sent her neutered pet-vamp and housebroken Primal after me to what? Finish the job? That’s a laugh.”
Spike growled and Xander quickly moved between them to avoid Spike doing anything to get anyone of them killed.
“What the hell? I knew I shouldn’t have let any of you in here. We don’t need the Slayer or her lackeys causing shit in here. Get out now!” The door-vamp Rodney, who’d been watching Spike and Xander since they came in, walked over and was going to try and throw them out.
Micah hissed now, his gold eyes taking on a purple tint as he got angrier and the magic he was holding began to leak out. The door-vamp had given him hassle earlier and now had the nerve to get into his business? He unleashed a bolt of lightning into the other vamp.
“Minions should really learn their place,” Micah growled as the other vamp twitched and screamed. “Hassling Masters is a good way to end up dust.”
Rodney was still screaming as Micah turned up the juice and after a moment he disintegrated. Angry shouts and running could be heard from the front of the club as the minions of the Master that owned the club swarmed towards Micah, Xander and Spike.
All three fell into fighting positions and Micah was surprised when Xander and Spike flanked him, instead of turning on him. No time to puzzle it out now as thirty demon-faced vampires attacked them.
The battle was hard but short. Micah flung magic into the bunched vampires and patrons and sliced at throats, arms, legs and other bits with his long knife. Spike punched, kicked and tore at anything in range. Xander used his strength and hyena-speed to snap necks and batter vampires into dust. Soon, too soon in both Spike’s and Micah’s opinion, the fight was over.
“Damn, I was having fun too,” Micah mock-pouted and grinned at Xander and Spike. Xander looked at Micah curiously and burst into very hyena-sounding giggle. Spike just smirked and headed towards the bar, which had been abandoned at the start of the fight.
“Well, you’re obviously not here to try and kill me, else you woulda left me to that bunch of idiots,” Micah said. “So why are you here?”
“You offered to help. We want to take you up on it, well that and the pizza,” Xander replied.
Micah laughed. “You’re right, I did offer pizza. Too late tonight, but maybe tomorrow? You and Spike and the others…Wait, what about the Slayer? She fuckin’ attacked me for no reason. I won’t let her get away with that again.”
“No worries, mate. Old Rupes put the Slayer in her place but good and everyone else is more concerned with the impending apocalypse to be arsed over you being a vampire. Although, you may have to fend off some of the bints. They think you’re ‘cute’,” Spike said as he came over and passed out the beers he got from the bar.
“Oh? And what about you two? I know you caught me dancing and I smelled your…interest,” Micah smiled at their sputtering. “I think the, uh, ‘bints’ are gonna have to live with disappointment. I’d rather play with you two.”
Now Xander and Spike were truly sputtering and choking on their beers. They looked at each other and then back at Micah.
Privately, Spike had been checking Xander out for months now, especially after he got the Primal back. The boy had become confident and dangerous and, yes, sexier than he was before. The only thing keeping him from making a move on Xander was that he didn’t know if Xander would return his interest.
For his part, Xander had been checking Spike out since Angel offered him as a snack to the blonde vampire. Before his hyena upgrade 2.0 (as he and
Now both of them, almost simultaneously, considered Micah. The younger vampire was a strange one. A few minutes ago he looked ready to kill them both and now he was making a blatant pass at them. Then there was the dichotomy (both Xander and Spike thought this word and blamed too many Giles lectures) of his Master Vampire persona and the young way he acted normally. Both admitted to wanting him, though, and hoped each hoped the other would go along with Micah’s plan to…play.
“You want both of us? But you hardly know us, and besides, just a few minutes ago, you wanted to kill us,” Xander just had to know what was going on. Spike groaned, the boy just couldn’t let it go.
“Of course I want you. You’re both hot and smell damn good. I bet we could have a lot of fun together and watching you fight proved you’d be good matches for me. As for wanting to kill you, well I got over it. I’m a Master Vampire, I’m supposed to be complicated,” Micah grinned at them both.
Spike started to say something when a loud growl came from the back of the club. The Master Vampire had come in with seven Fyral demons and a couple of vampires that felt like Childer to Xander, Spike and Micah.
“I was hoping to have more fun tonight,” Micah said. Spike and Xander grinned at him. Micah pulled up his magic again and the fight began.