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Date Posted: 16:58:07 07/11/02 Thu
Author: UHC
Subject: White Knight a..... scholar? (this gets long)

Hey all.
Sorry I've been a bit lacking in my duties lately. I can't say I have a very good reason other than Warcraft3. My bad. Spoilers still pretty slow out there. Some things sound promising but nothing spectacular yet. Promising for Xander fans that is.

I do plan on posting more of the fic. I hope there are people here still reading it. In fact I'd like for any of you who are reading the fics I'm posting to reply to this and tell me.

The title of this post.... Ok I had a crazy idea that I've been mulling around for a while. Some of you NB vetrans know of Oz's Board fic he promised us a while back....A long while back. I was considering doing a Castle fic. Now before Terri gets all mad at me this is not going to be till after I finish O&G. And yeah I know that prolly means it will be forever. But I'm trying. My question is would you all be ok if I used your characters as you have become here on the boards in the story. If you question my writing I will give you a sample here to see if you trust my writing ability.
(Warning the chapter of the fic I'm posting is not a Xander fic, instead its one I'm doing about Spike)


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Title: An Officer and a Gentleman (Prologue/?)
Author: UnholyChurch
Disclaimer: Spike and Dru belong to Joss, ME and the whole band at UPN The other characters however are of my own creation.
Summary: 1943 Central Europe. A story about Spike and Dru in war torn France.
Rating: R
Note: This is intended to be the first in a series of fics that are designed to build a history behind the Vampire known as William the Bloody.
Who was Spike before he came to Sunnydale? What did he do?

Note: Something that bothers me so I’m clearing it up. Vampires can breath they just don’t have to. This is why Spike can smoke. Their lungs function but the oxygen isn’t required by the body.

Historical Note: for those of you who know history better than I please disregard any inaccuracies that I have overlooked. It tried to research a little but didn’t have time to be completely thorough.


The low repetitive rumble of the wheels rattling over the steel tracks echoed dully through nearly empty luxury railroad car. Everything in the car was dripping with opulence and extravagance, from the ornate mahogany furniture trimmed with satin cushioning to the plush red wall-to-wall carpeting to the finely crafted works of art hanging on every wall. There was even a extravagantly well stocked wet bar in one corner and felt covered gaming table that was presently hidden by an extremely large detailed map of western France. Spike leaned back in one of the exquisitely comfortable armchairs that surrounded the room. In one hand he held a nearly empty tumbler of brandy, the cubes of ice very nearly melted. His feet up resting on an ottoman decorated as richly as the rest of the furniture. Staring silently across the room, his eyes fixed on the world passing by outside the window, as he moved the lit cigarette in his hand to his mouth and took a long pull at the harsh smoke.

As he watched solemnly, his mind drifted to his own recent history. Some 20 years ago he and Dru had come to central Europe to enjoy the wonderful chaos that abounded in the aftermath of the Great War. Times had been good. A missing person was commonplace and for a vampire it was pure paradise. Together they had stolen control of a small estate in the Hungarian countryside from its rather carefree and careless owners. It was near enough to Budapest that they never had to travel far for a meal. They lived through the 20s as though they were king and queen of their own tiny kingdom.

Governments rose and fell. In the beginning Russian influence was strong on the weak Hungarian leadership but communism and bolshevism were still young and disorganized and never really a bother to two creatures of the night. Time passed and the world began to change. A new power was gaining strength in the heart of Europe. Spike had watched with fascination as one Adolf Hitler and his Third Reich drew strength from the discontent that plagued European nations still struggling with reconstruction and insurmountable war debts. The power they now wielded had become the mightiest force Europe had seen since the days of Napoleon or possibly even Alexander the Great. Finally the Germans had decided to unsheathe the mighty sword they had been hardening for nearly a decade. With several massive slashes they had conquered nearly the entirety of the European continent. Only a few holdouts in distant Russia and Spike’s home island across the English Channel now kept the Nazis from utter victory.

The war was ripping the countryside apart. Reports of bombings across France and Germany filled the newspapers. Spike’s blood would boil with excitement as he read the reports of violence and destruction. Finally he could sit idle no longer. He had to be near the action. So one dead conductor and a few missing passengers later and he and Dru were on a train bound for the occupied city of Paris, France.

Initially Spike didn’t know what he was going to do upon arrival. He had nowhere to go but it really didn’t bother him. He knew something would turn up. And sitting here now he had just realized what that something was. This richly decorated car did not belong to him. He was merely a guest invited in for a drink by an unwary soul. But he decided that this lifestyle was indeed what he wanted. And had a plan to get it.

Spike tossed back his drink and glanced to the floor. At his feet was the body of his unsuspecting host. A young soldier, a lieutenant, probably only 22, he was dressed in the black uniform of the German SS. Around his sleeve was the red armband emblazoned with the black swastika that associated him with the Nazi party, which had become an object of extreme interest to Spike. At the boy’s neck was a trickle of dried blood that had run down onto the epaulettes on the black collar. Now bathed in blood were the silver S’s shaped like lightning bolts that distinguished this soldier as a member of the Schutzstaffel or Protection Squad. Spike smiled to himself at the symbolism of this small detail The SS had become infamous cruelty and bloodshed. Especially when it came to treatment of non-Arian races. They allowed nothing to be published in the papers even in Hungary. But Spike had connections that told stories that shocked even him. He could hardly believe that mere humans were capable of such acts of atrocity and cruelty.

A clamor from the opposite end of the car broke Spike out of his thoughts. He couldn’t see to the rear of the car because there was a division for sleeping quarters and the hallway was on the opposite side to where he was sitting. But he could hear what sounded to be struggling and muffled cries of pain and fear. He heard the bedroom door open and then slam shut again. Spike sucked the last drag out of his cigarette as he rose from his seat. Crushing the butt out in the ashtray, he turned back as the door nearer to him opened and let in the sounds of the outside world rushing by. Through the door enters Drusilla dressed in one of her loveliest emerald dresses, a smile filled with perverse joy on her lips. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. Spike gave her a knowing look. Being together for so long words were rarely needed. She knew what he wanted and she was overjoyed at what it meant. She jumped up and down slightly clapping her gloved hands together gently like a little child who’d been told they get to go to the Candy Shoppe.

On each side of the door Dru had entered was another soldier, lying on the floor. One was propped up against the wall his eyes still open staring into nothingness. Neither had puncture wounds on their necks but they head were both twisted at horrific angles. Dru stepped over the legs of the first soldier and as she passed she allowed her fingers to glide over the head and down the face of the other as she pushed his eyelids closed.

Putting a gloved finger to her lips she whispered “Shhh time for sleeping now. Daddy doesn’t want you to be awake.” Coming to Spike she stops and looks down at the lieutenant before nuzzling the side of his neck, her hand resting on Spike’s chest. Her smile has transformed into a pout “You started the fun without me. Makes me feel sad. Makes me want to cry.”

Spike tips her chin up and kisses her pouty lip. “ ‘ave no fear pet. There’s more.” He holds her face in his eyes until a smile spreads across her lips. He then turns toward the hallway.

The sounds of struggle were still emanating from behind the closed door. Standing in front of it his hand on the knob, Spike waited and listened a moment. He could hear what sounded to be a girl pleading and then cloth ripping. Then he heard a man grunt and swear in German, then flesh striking flesh. A sneer curled Spike’s lip, he turned he knob but the door was locked. Then with a shrug he one handedly shoved the door right through the door jam. Wood splintering as the deadbolt broke through the frame. Spike stood fast his eyes fixed on the sight before him.

On a large four-poster bed on one side of the room was a half dressed SS colonel his pants were down around his ankles and his uniform coat was unbuttoned but he still had it on. He was struggling against a girl who looked to be only 15 or 16. Her dress was torn open at the top, revealing her breast, though it was almost difficult to see where it was ripped, as the dress was so ratty and torn. It was more patches than dress. Her face was dirty and smeared with blood from a split lip.

When the door had broken in, both had stopped to turn and see. But the girl immediately went back to struggling. The man bodily held her down and turned his head back to Spike. In German he shouted “What are you doing here?!?! Guards!! Gregor!!! Bjorn!!!

Spike put a hand to his head as though the shouting caused him a headache and responded in prefect German. “Must you Nazi officers always shout like that? Anyway Bjorn and Gunter, Gregor whatever, won’t be coming. They’ve already had their fun for tonight.”

The Officer looked incredulously at him then reached to the nightstand beside the bed and pulled the top drawer open. He began to draw a Luger from inside, but Spike was across the room before he could bring the pistol to level. Grabbing the colonel’s hand he twisted sharply and a loud crack could be heard as the bone in the man’s wrist snapped to what should have been an impossible angle. The German screamed in pain and dropped the gun. As he did he loosened his grip on the girl and she twisted away from him. Leaping from the bed she sped past Spike. He made no move to stop her. His attention was still on the colonel.

Releasing the hand Spike quickly established a firm grip at the colonel’s throat. Pushing the man back against one of the bedposts, he looked the officer up and down and then glanced at the disheveled bed. His eyes held the fire of excitement, the look on Spike’s face made it clear he was drawing much pleasure from this. “Oh I’m sorry. Did I interrupt your little game?”

The man’s eyes were bulging and his face was turning purple.

“Well, I have a little game of my own I like to play. And you are a lucky bastard. Cause guess what? I’m going to teach you how to play. I don’t do that for everyone you know.” His voice was filled with a mock innocent chiding.

Spike’s face transformed from his human appearance to the ridges and fangs of his vampire mask. Leaning in and pushing the man’s head to one side he whispered in the German’s ear “Don’t worry this game is easy. Just do what I say.” With that he lowered his teeth into the skin of the man’s neck.

At first he struggled but quickly his actions became more subdued. His body was nearly limp when Spike stopped. Holding the man with one hand at the back of his neck he pulled his own wrist to his mouth and bit into the vein. As the blood started to flow he pushed the wound to the mouth of the German. “Now drink.”

The man, barely conscious, did as he was told. Spike let him drink until he decided it was enough and then pulled his hand away and threw the officer’s unconscious body up onto the bed.

Not giving it a second glance, he walked out through the shattered doorframe and called out for Drusilla. As he walked back into the main room of the railroad car, he saw her sitting in the chair he had been in. Resting in her lap was the girl. Her eyes closed and he head leaning against Dru’s breast. Seeing him come in Dru raised another finger to her lips and shushed. “Shhhhh, baby’s sleeping.” Lightly she stroked the girl’s unkempt hair. As she did the girl’s head fell to one side. And Spike could see the two bloody holes on the base of her neck. He smiled sardonically and shook his head. Dru looked up at him, her face sweetened by an innocent smile.



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ok now back to my question. who would be interested in a Castle story (not Buffy related or Crossover, completely original) However I would be using your board names and as much of your personalities as I'm familiar with.

I won't use your name unless you either reply to this and say its ok or if you tell me personally.


*note to Phae* This is kinda your story mutated to the nth degree hehe too much time to think at work. but don't worry your scenes will still be included.

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[> Well, I'll reply to you and say ... -- Rachel, 18:17:16 07/11/02 Thu [1]

NO! YOU CAN'T USE ME :-P hehe! I don't mind, I'm ok to be used if you want.

I read that fic earlier, and you know I liked it!

I do read the fics when i can, been kinda lacking lately, but please post them.


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[> You may use me ;-) -- Princess Phaedra, 18:24:38 07/11/02 Thu [1]

Be gentle.


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[> Mighty Seril -- I was quite a bit younger and much stronger back in '43, 18:38:15 07/11/02 Thu [1]

You can use me or any of my wonderful world of characters. But remember, I was alot younger in '43!


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[> Well that depends doesn't it.....awww, go ahead.... -- Lijdrec, 19:32:46 07/11/02 Thu [1]

Like the story btw.

So are you going to base the story on our board behavior so far? Cause my middle name really isn't Randy.


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[> [> well I don't plan on insulting anyone -- UHC, 23:28:59 07/11/02 Thu [1]

I can't promise anyone a starring role. This will mostly be a fictional self biography type thingy, and I will interract with characters of this board. I will be taking some creative liberties with looks, ages, and prolly some of your personalities. This won't necessarily be based on what has happened on the board thus far other than alot of who is here and what title I have given them.


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[> Churchy, I am LOVING what you're doing with O&G! -- Glory, 19:54:27 07/11/02 Thu [1]

And yes, you can use me as a character for your other fic, as long as you're nice about it! ;)


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[> Go ahead -- Shell, 21:18:10 07/11/02 Thu [1]

Cuz what would a castle board fic be without a badass, sexy, leather-clad virgin of a dungeon mistress?


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[> the only thing that is certain in the universe is death -- trav, 00:34:13 07/12/02 Fri [1]

oh, i suppose you could use my persona in a fic
if you need a mute or something


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[> [> hehe I was thinking of a monk who has taken a vow of silence -- UHC, 16:40:13 07/12/02 Fri [1]

Thats kinda close


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[> Re: White Knight a..... scholar? (this gets long) -- vampyr64, 01:22:59 07/12/02 Fri [1]

Sure, you can use me for the fic if ya want. Sounds kinda cool


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