Summary: Spike waits for his childe to rise
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He awoke and uncurled from the cool body with a lazy stretch. The sun was up and he could not return to his princess until nightfall unless he found sewer access. The new childe would not rise until the night after this one and he debated bringing her to the lair before she rose. Dru would be angry and might try to hurt her. But if he stayed away, his ripe wicked plum would be unprotected with new minions who did not understand her fits of insanity or the power she possessed, even in her weakened state.
He got up, still a bit lethargic withthe sun so high in the sky, and strolled around the room, careful of the small patches where the deadly light filtered through gaps in the draperies. There were pictures on one wall. Two young men, dark of hair and eyes, dominated the majority of the photographs. The timeline seemed to span from when she was very young to recently. Then one of the males was replaced by a pretty blonde girl in the latest photos. They were all smiles and happiness. He felt sick and turned away from the goodness he could see in their faces.
He let his eyes fall on the fledgling Willow and smiled himself. No more disgusting goodness for her. He was elated to have saved her from the mundane mortal existence to which she was doomed and could not wait to teach her the rules of her new life. She was to be his only and would relish in the feel of being possessed and protected. He knew that feeling, remembered it well before his sire disappeared, and wanted to give her what he and Dru no longer had.
The rest of the room was more than girlie and the vampire could barely stomach the décor. Some of your former life would always be with you, after turning, and he hoped that this proclivity for pink and fuzzy died with her mortal self.
He continued his snooping until, with an evil glint in his cold blue eyes, he held up a diary. The lock proved futile as he opened it effortlessly and began examining it.
Evidently this one started a few months ago and was nearly full. He made a mental note to ask her where the rest were when she woke and settled in to an amusing read.
It was mostly insane female drivel about boys and homework and something called the Cordettes. The name Xander was featured frequently and he was sure it was the remaining boy from the pictures.
“What. One. Minute.” He muttered softly.
The girl, the blonde, his Willow referred to going out “patrolling” the cemeteries with her. He kept reading and soon she also mentioned vampires, researching about a certain demon in the school library. The word slaying was mentioned often and with ease.
“Could the blonde..., “ he looked up thoughtfully, “be this slayer that killed the master?” The idea set his demon into a frenzy over all the possibilities that he could exploit. His new fledge would be the key to destroying the slayer and him ruling this Hellmouth as he saw fit.
Standing over the redhead, the book dangling in one hand, he wondered at the fates that brought him to this creature. He would be everything to her and she would be his. Deciding to stay, he sprawled out next to his new childe again, burying his face in her neck and inhaling her scent. Soon she would rise, help him restore Dru and together the three of them would reign. As soon as he killed the slayer. He sighed and smiled.
Everything depended on her.
The End