Fanfiction: Blood Simple
“So where we headed, Daddy?” she asked him now, head still tilted towards him and resting on her bare legs.
“Oh, we’re going to pay our respects to a few people, ducks. Some of them will be less than happy to see us, I’ll wager.” Spike grinned and glanced at her for a moment. Then his eyes were back on the road, back to the night that covered everything like blueberry syrup.
Faith purred from her side of the car and then let herself slide over in the seat. She rested her head beside his thigh, bumping it like a puppy craving her master’s attention. He dropped his hand to her hair and stroked it. She turned her face up and captured two of his fingers in a mock-hard bite, then tickled the tips of them with her tongue before releasing them. She fondled her own breasts, teasing her nipples with her fingernails before letting one hand wander down to the wet and wanting place between her legs.
“Tell me all about it, ” she whispered to him as her fingers started to move.
Spike looked over again at her, saw her hands busy at tit and clit, grinned broadly in the darkness. “Shall we pull over for a little while then, ducks?” He steered to car to the side as he spoke and let it roll to a stop. “I’d like to watch the show.”
The moon and stars shone down on the old car, windows painted over black, concealing the darker things inside.
Collide
Once it was started, Spike knew it would have to be seen through to the end. There would be no time for stopping, for hesitation or doubt. Once set in motion, they would have to continue the dance until the music ceased.
He was never very big on planning, he thought to himself for the ten-thousandth time that day. Some men are just not made for it. He was a man of action, he knew what he wanted and he went after it. Sitting around and thinking and talking and working through every bloody detail made him want to scream. Yet, in some cases, even he had to admit that there were details that needed attention. Especially when those details could kill. And there were many of those kinds of lethal tasks involved in this particular venture. Yes, there would be plenty of killing. However, he counted on being the one doing the killing. And of course, Faith would be doing some important wet work of her own.
If they ever got out of this bloody hotel room that is, he thought impatiently, too wired and strung out to rest, despite the sunlight that surrounded him.
The place where he and Faith had gone to ground at sunrise was an old nameless hotel, the manager asleep at the desk so they were simply able to walk in and take the key to whatever room they chose. Faith covered his body with bruises before she drained him dry and tossed him beneath the counter out of site. They’d be well on their way before he was missed, if he ever was.
Once in the room, inches of dust covering everything but the well-sprung bed, Faith had muttered, “Wild,” in a vague and dreamy way before laying down and falling into the coma-like sleep she occupied during daylight. After covering the widow and wedging the door shut, Spike down lay beside her, thinking and smoking, and wishing it was night again so they could get this started.
Frankly, he was not entirely sure of Faith but he didn’t know why. It ate at the corners of his mind, though. She’d come through the turning just fine. Her innate dark nature had accepted the demon as if it was what she’d been born for. Her Slayer strengths magnified the dark gift tenfold. Their blood bond grew deeper with every shared feeding.
And she was in heat most of the time she was awake.
Spike couldn’t put his finger on just what it was that left him in doubt. She’d shown herself to be eager to learn the lessons he taught, the little that she needed teaching. She was born to fight and feed, it seemed. She hunted with the skill of a leopard, a lioness, some exotic cat of death. She rarely played with her food, enjoying the satiation of the blood to the taunting and the fear beforehand. However, Spike was sure that in a few months, when the novelty wore off, she’d be awesome when it was time to torture and season the meat.
So was it really Faith that had him worried?
He put his hands over his forehead and squinted through the smoke at her. What the fuck was wrong with him? She was a gorgeous, soulless, killing machine. His body stirred at the thought of her, but he pushed that away for now. For a while. Plenty of time for that later. Afterwards. An eternity for it, if it all went as planned.
If.
And if it didn’t, then there would be no more worries at all, beyond the answer to the question, “Where does a vampire go when he’s dust?”
Moonrise.
Faith’s eyes opened with a snap and she sprang up off the bed like she was on a wire. Spike grinned at her; the first time it had been a shock to see her come awake like that. It looked as though she had fought the sleep she needed the whole time, straining hard against the bonds of rest until finally, finally, they released her at sunset to do her will again.
She’d gotten a strong sense of survival skills when she turned. She could practically smell holy ground from a mile away and wouldn’t go near, cowering down in the seat when they passed a rural church on the backroads. She could feel sunset and sunrise come, almost to the minute. She wasn’t even fond of referred light at this point. But she was getting more confident, night by night, and soon she would be…
“Wicked,” he said aloud, not even aware of having spoken until she smiled at him.
“Like father, like daughter,” she said to him, slinking over to where he stood, to embrace him, lick his lips and steal a kiss. “Are we ready?”
He sighed, a great gust of unnecessary air moving through lungs long done with such matters. He took her shoulders in his hands, not quite gently, and looked her in the eyes.
“You know, pet, once this starts, it’s all the way. No stopping. It’s fast and hard until we’re through.” He squeezed her shoulders just once for emphasis. “Have you got it clear what’s to be done?”
“Fast and hard, Daddy,” she whispered. “Just the way your baby likes it.”
And he laughed then. Pulled her closer, kissed her hair, tossed aside the last lingering doubts.
“We’re off then, my love.” Opening the door, he let her go out first and then followed. “Are you cold? Should we get you something to wear?” He was used to the nakedness she had embraced, but perhaps for this she would want some cover, some protection…a mask.
“I’m five by five,” she answered with a calm, cool voice, so unlike her new self that it gave him pause.
“Right,” he said softly. Closing the door behind them with a strangely gentle touch, he watched her glow through the empty lot and climb into the car. “Right, then.”