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~Part: 11~ WARNING: M/M SEX MENTIONED
March 5, 1882
I'm bored.
There hasn't been much to write lately. I've noticed how far apart my entries are getting. It's not that I don't have the time (in fact I've got plenty of it, time abounds! It ticks on and on and on and I have nothing to do as it inches by monotonously and never ending), it's just that we do the same old thing day after day. Is this what eternity is going to be like? The same old things over and over? Almost makes me miss home. Almost. At least something was going on all of the time.
Now I wake up, feed, kill some more, read, kill a little more, and have my lessons on "How to be the perfect vampire" with Angelus. Every fucking day. The only thing about my life that's going right at the moment, is my princess has been spending her days with me.
Guess Angelus hasn't been that bad either lately. I'm actually beginning to like the bloke, but I'll never tell him that. Not after I've gotten to the point where I can piss him off with one look. And he's the one teaching me to never let myself be manipulated. Hah.
Oh look, here he comes. The game has officially started. ~Spike
January 4, 1883
Damned stupid bugger! Pounce! Poof! Bastard! I bloody well hate Angelus. Stupid prick. If I thought I could stake his ass I would! Damn bastard would just chain me to the wall and fuck the hell out of me. Like he did today.
Stupid shit woke me up with a big stupid grin on his face going on about "Today's lesson, William is dominance." So I was thinking, great we go mess with the minions a while. But no. That's not what the bugger has planned. Oh no. Bastard chains me to a bed and teaches me the fine art of buggering.
He couldn't just stop with the act. No, he had to make me beg for it, want it. Had to call him Master Angelus, and say yes if he asked if I enjoyed it when he brought the damn whip across my skin, or when he…fuck I'm shuddering just thinking about it. If he thinks this is going to be a regular occurrence the bastard has another thing coming to him. I will not submit to his poofy ways. I absolutely refuse to beg him for sex, no matter how good he makes it feel. I won't give him that satisfaction.
Learned my lesson about dominance though. The best way to assure your dominance over someone is to make them do something they don't want to, and make them enjoy it.
Fuck. There he is again with that stupid grin. Maybe if I tell him I'm going out to feed he'll leave me alone. Oh bugger-it. No way out of this. ~Spike
January 5, 1883
I begged. ~Spike
~x~ Interlude ~x~
Willow slowly let the book fall from her hands. Despite her state of mild shock, she was mental jumping up and down going "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" Come on, who could fight as much as Spike and Angel and not have stored up sexual tension? She wondered idly if they had started having sex again when Spike had moved in with Angel. She doubted it, they still fought like cats and dogs.
She blushed at the direction her thoughts were taking. She was not supposed to be pondering her friends' sex lives. It was wrong. Immoral... and getting her hot. No! No more thinking about it. Though she didn't doubt they would look great together…moving against each other…against her.
Yes, her thoughts had gone quite far enough. "No more of that," she said to herself, picking the book back up. She wouldn't be able to stay with them if she kept thinking thoughts like that. She knew quite well about the whole smelling arousal thing.
A thought struck her as she placed her bookmark in the journal and headed up the stairs to her bedroom. What if when she was there she could get them to resolve a little of that tension. She was sure everybody in LA would be a bit happier if the two vampires weren't fighting all of the time.
Thoughts of two very sexy vampires fornicated flitted through her head as she drifted off to sleep. If anything, this trip would definitely be interesting.
The William Hart Companion Strikes Back: Lessons by Angelus (1/2 NC-17 A/S)
Vampires, Clans, and Names Oh My (Notes on characters and vampire life)
~Part: 12~ More Boring Stuff aka Spike needs a life.
April 9, 1883
I’ve leaned better ways to torture mortals in the past three months. Angelus’ lessons have become more centered on using pleasure to torture than pain. The bastard likes to demonstrate both on me. He says I will never master the techniques unless I’ve been forced to live through them. The ones he uses the most always contain sex. The wanker has a real problem. Why can’t he just toss off like the rest of us?
Other than my continued lessons and buggerings, things are still quiet around here. We’re in Ireland, just kind of stationary. Not traveling anywhere or doing anything great and out of the ordinary.
Well, some of Angelus’ mates from the clan stopped by earlier in the month. The head of the family was about as old as Angelus, but from Dru’s generation of the blood. He also isn’t of direct line from the master like we are. The bloke goes by Jean-Luc, and is pretty decent for a Frenchmen. Didn’t treat me like shit.
He had two childer with him, both male. Not surprising after seeing the man. I’ve never been more sure of someone being an iron in my life. He radiates poofness in a humorus way (unlike Angelus who radiates it in a bastard way). I’d bet my life savings ole Jean-Luc is the woman in his relationships.
Back to the point, he told me that the current Slayer is in England with the council that trains her. She’s so damn close, but so far away. I’ve brought up going after her to Angelus, but he just laughs at me, then punishes me for my insolence. Poofy the second says that the girl is a cute little thing, but a very efficient fighter. The only way he can think that I could possibly beat her is to overpower her with strength.
Since Jean-Luc and his little brood left I’ve been training in between my lessons with Angelus and causing general mayhem. I actually thought about asking Angelus for help, but I realized that the poof couldn’t fight to save his unlife. He fights almost as bad as he sings. Makes me wonder how he survived this long.
So for now I’m on my own, and that’s perfectly fine with me.
I have to stop again. Angelus just broke out the chains. ~Spike
November 3, 1883
We have been summoned back to the court, which is apparently now centered in Italy. This time, Darla isn’t too happy about it. Seems she had her unbeating heart set on going into China to buy some silk. I can only be happy we weren’t already in China. The trip would be three times as long.
Angelus is in a foul mood as well. He’s always in a foul mood, of course, but now he’s being downright nasty. Stupid bugger always is when the master is brought up. I do my best to stay away from him, but the still healing wounds on my back are testiment to the fact that avoidance doesn’t work with the wanker, just makes it worse.
Apparently the reason we were called back is to attend a trail. According to the poof, a trial happens when a high standing vampire breaks one of the clan laws. Or that’s how it’s supposed to work. Most of the time a trail is called because the master gets mad at someone and needs entertainment.
The trail lasts two weeks and always ends in the staking of the offender. No vampire has ever survived, thus making the whole ordeal pointless. The “offender” tries to defend himself to a panel of judges and the master, who in the end always gives the thumbs down. He just likes to watch the other vampire sweat.
The more I hear about the bastard the more I dislike him.
Kind of like Angelus. But you know, I’ve learned something real rich about him from Darla. Before he was turned he was a worthless drunk. A complete waste of space. I drunken womanizing Irishman, who just happened to be pretty enough and in the right place at the right time. He still is a waste of space if you ask me.
And I bloody hate boats! There’s nothing at all to do on them. Can’t terrorize anyone, have to keep a cover blah blah. Stupid rules.
Someday I’m going to make all of the rules. But until then, I’m stuck here. ~Spike
~Part: 13~
February 12, 1885
So I forgot to write. I've read back through the journal considering it's been a bit, and I haven't really missed too many memorable moments. Nothing worth mentioning has happened in the last two bloody years.
My lessons with Angelus have continued. I knew they would. There's actually a pattern to everything. I wake up every night. Shag a bit with Dru (if I'm lucky), go feed, get buggered by Angelus, be forced to listen to Angelus shag Dru (just so I don't get any ideas), go out and get drunk because I'm upset, and get punished when I return. Monotony. It's as boring as hell! No one told me that eternity would be this long!
We're on our way to China again. To appease Darla of course. The bint has been getting real pushy lately. She must remind Angelus that she is his sire every five minutes. I wish we could just leave her and be done with it, but there doesn't seem to be much hope of that. ~Spike
~Interlude~
Willow put the finished journal down and picked up the next one. She had plenty of time to continue reading. Trains seemed so slow compared to planes. Of course she was traveling from Florida to California.
Oh well. At least she had good reading material. She hoped that it picked up right where the other let off, but she was disappointed.
December 19, 1900
Angelus is a bloody bastard. How many times have I written that line? There was another journal before this. Started writing in it in 1892. Didn't have much to it, but I still had a few memories in there. Like when we met up with Arianna. We all got pissed and by the end of the night Angelus was in a dress singing Knees Up Mother Brown.
What happened to that journal? Funny. See Angelus angered some townsfolk in this little village that we were passing through in Russia. They burnt our bloody house down. I was out feeding at the time, and when got back all that was left was ashes.
And who got punished for the villagers? Me. Bloody pissant blamed everything on me then tortured me the rest of the week for it.
Well I haven't felt like writing much since then. Didn't seem like there was much of a point.
I have one now though. Tonight has had to of been the most increadible night of my unlife. I never want to forget the feeling of her power running through my veins. It makes my body tingle. Almost like I'm alive.
I should start at the beginning.
We finally made it to China. Darla finally shut up about the silk, and everything was good. I found myself a master to teach me how to fight. He did it in exchange for the lives of his wife and two little girls. I killed them all anyway when I decided that his way of fighting took to long to learn. I've never been too patient of a person.
It's about that time I ran into something big. Well not big in size, but big in meaning. The slayer was right there in the town we were staying in. Ripe for the picking, or the killing, a young girl of sixteen. Built small, but all muscle. A pretty little thing.
I studied her for over a month before making my move. I followed her on her nightly patrols, careful not to let her see me. I watched her fight, studied her, analyzed her.
I finally made my move earlier tonight. See there is this rebellion going on around here. Has to do with some Open Door shit. I think it's something the American gits did. Never trust the bloody Americans.
Blood was lining the streets tonight before I even set foot out of our home. It was wonderful. The slayer wasn't that hard to find. Vampires were everywhere enjoying in the feast that was open to them. I cornered her in a warehouse and we fought. It was like a game. It never even crossed my mind that she could kill me, because I knew I'd win.
I drew blood, she drew blood. We fought on and a bit more. But even the best of games must eventually end. And it did. I killed her. Bit into her neck and drank her dead. The feeling of power that consumed me hasn't left me yet. I'm stronger now. Finally on my way to being my own master.
Dru found me when I was in the afterglow. We shagged in the slayer's blood then went off to find the poof and Darla. Angelus rolled his eyes at me but said "Welcome to the family. "
We spent the rest of our time out killing as a group. We were more like a family tonight than ever before. It feels like I finally belong. I've become part of the family. And damn it feels good. ~Spike
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Willow felt conflicting emotions. Happiness for Spike, sorrow for the slayer, and a bit of hatred for Angelus. It was like a roller coaster ride. And it was one she didn't want to get off. Eager for more she continued reading.
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