City of by Holder Nancy

Author:Holder, Nancy [Holder, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

SPIKE AND DRU

Somewhere in Hungary, 1956

When they arrived close to Halloween, Spike and Dru had had no way of knowing that their rustic little village was about to be invaded by the Soviet Union.

The loving couple were there because they’d heard a rumor that Angelus had been spotted, and Dru had insisted they look for him. She was always insisting they look for him. King Arthur’s Knights of the Round Table hadn’t looked for the bleeding Holy Grail with the zeal Dru looked for him.

She had not seen her sire in almost sixty years. No one had. She had no idea if he was alive or dead — speaking in vampire terms — but she had never ceased querying after him.

They’d been due to meet him in the Carpathians in 1898, have a bit of a jaunt through the Old Country.

Chew up some peasants and enjoy the local wine. But the bloke had never shown.

One year passed, then two, and Dru was fairly much preoccupied with what had happened to Angelus and nothing much else. Her anxiety was understandable, the big noise being her sire and all, but frankly, it got bloody boring. All her talk about the air whispering to her that he was not dead, nor of the living, blah blah. Something about his soul, which they all knew had been put out in a leaky boat when Darla had given him the gift.

After a time Spike learned to deal with it. Or so he assured her. He even helped her on this fool’s errand. It became something of a hobby of sorts.

A week before, in Budapest, she had paid some minor chaos demon a handsome sum for the startling information that Angelus had been spotted in the Communist Bloc. With a bit more snooping about, some tarot readings, and a couple of visions, they’d settled on Hungary as his most likely hunting ground. So here they were, tally-ho, resuming the hunt.

Meanwhile the square just outside this little café — Minou — was filled with Soviet soldiers. An incredible number of them. The locals were awash in quaking fear and utter panic.

Spike feared a stampede.

“Dru, darling, she ain’t coming, all right? Most likely she’s been run over by one of those blasted tanks.

I’d say it’s high time we got out of here,” Spike said, not for the first time that evening, and not for the fiftieth, since this meeting was arranged.

“She’ll be here.” Dru poked her fingernails through the green oilcloth covering on the table. “If she knows what’s good for her.” She gave him one of her come-hither looks. “Right?”

“Too right, Dru.”

A coquette, she. There were times she melted him with her sweet little ways. She was his sire, and he owed her a lot for this great grand thing called being a vampire. He tried to remind himself of that when she went off her head about Angelus.

Hungary hadn’t changed much in all the years Spike had been a vampire. It was still quite quaint and folksy, despite the fact that the Soviets had invaded it two years before.

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