DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em; never will.
RATING: R-ish again, but a HARD one this time.
PAIRING: W/S; maybe A/W/S later, if you all want more...
DISTRIBUTION: Anyone with other fic of mine can have this, too; also MY site (http://tisfic.tripod.com/ )
FEEDBACK: is lovely, for the most part. Flames amuse me no end.
DEDICATIONS: to Jeannette and Nat (haven't seen either of you for a while... still alive???); also to the Abused Club (just cuz), and to Shar, Fan, Paula, and Nutty for the feedback.
NOTES: This may become a wee bit dark (shocker, huh???). In the last part, the chip in poor Spikey's head went kablooey, and he's killing again. More importantly, he decided to turn a certain redhead. Time for the fallout, then!!! And * *= emphasis, while ' ' indicates a sarcastic tone, whether spoken or thought.
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It was the sensation of very hot water sluicing over her naked skin that roused her the first time. He eyes cracked open blearily and she squinted up at the tall blond form looming over her. "Not quite yet, pet," she heard, and she nodded, closing her eyes. She ignored the tiny, almost nonexistent voice in the back of her head that was trying to tell her there was something wrong with Spike seeing her naked, because how could that be? Spike was her *friend*; her only *real* friend, at that. The little voice died out as she faded back into the darkness she'd so briefly emerged from.
In almost a hundred and fifty years, he'd never even *heard* of such a thing happening. His childe should have remained dead to the world-- for lack of a better expression-- for at least another few hours. There was no way she should have been able to even *start* to wake so soon. "Well, Red never *was* like anyone else," he told himself, grinning at the way his voice echoed from the tile walls of the bathroom, "So I guess I shouldn't be too surprised." He shifted her limp form, rolling her in the tub so he could scrub away the last bits of shit her body had expelled at her death, and when he was sure she was entirely clean, he turned off the shower and wrestled her into his arms. He rested her wet head against the towel over his shoulder and carried her into what he assumed was her parents' bedroom. He'd be damned again, he told himself as he laid her down against the blue spread, if he'd stay in that tiny bed of hers. Besides, they'd need the room when he made his claim on her clear. A sly smirk crossed his face, and he stripped the jeans from his body before laying down next to her, entirely naked. He was going to enjoy showing her just what sorts of things childer did for their Sire. He was almost sure that she'd enjoy it, too, but if she didn't? Too bad for her. *He'd* still have a fine old time of it, and that was what really mattered. His cock was already hard, just from thinking about it.
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"Nobody's seen her," the blonde witch said, hanging up the phone. "No-one's even *heard* from her!"
The other blonde sighed and shook her head. "I'm telling you, Tara, she's just off moping somewhere. She'll show up eventually. Damn!" she cried, her last word directed at the uncooperative computer that apparently hated her. "Do any of you know how to make this thing *work*?" she demanded, glaring at the plastic and glass box.
Rupert Giles shook his head. "I'm sorry, Buffy, but I stay away from that dread machine, and you know it. Maybe one of the others?"
"Hah!" the Slayer snorted derisively, "Like Xander and Anya ever think with anything outside their pants!" She pushed away from the desk top unit, frowning at it in annoyance. "So I guess we do this the old-fashioned way..."
Tara sighed and moved towards the book-covered table. "Good thing I read so well, then," she muttered to herself as she sat down in her usual chair.
iles was caught between relief and irritation. He loved his books, but things would go so much faster if Willow were there. Regardless of what Buffy said, though, it wasn't like the redhead to just not show up; he hoped that she was all right, especially with night falling.
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Erection or not, he'd quickly grown bored with watching his new-- and first-- childe sleep, so he'd gotten up and gotten dressed, slipping out into the growing darkness. His Red would be hungry when she woke up, after all, and as her Sire, he'd need to feed her. He smirked a bit at the thought of what her first meal would be, but then his cock started stirring again, and he made himself focus on what he was doing. He kept his eyes peeled for something suitable to take back as a birthday present for his girl, and pleasure flowed swiftly through him when he saw exactly what he was looking for.
"Hello, kids," he called loudly as he approached the park, "Shouldn't you two be home by now? It can be dangerous out here for little ones." He was almost sure that was the approach to take with the boys. They looked to be around nine or ten; just old enough that being called little would offend them, but not so old that they wouldn't trust him. He was right.
The boys stood still and watched him coming closer, and neither of them thought to question this stranger's concern. In fact, the blond man looked kind of cool with that black leather coat. Maybe he was a biker, looking for new members for his gang. "You gonna 'nitiate us?" asked the older, bolder boy.
"Initiate you?" Spike repeated, "What do you mean?"
The boy tossed back his longish dark hair and met the man's eyes bravely. "Into your *gang*," he explained, as if it should have been obvious. "That's why you're talking to us, right?"
The vampire almost laughed out loud. These two were almost too good to kill. But almost wouldn't feed his childe. "I don't know," he said, playing the odds, "You seem a little bit *young* for that. What would your Mum say?"
The slightly taller blond boy finally spoke up. "Don't got one," he said quietly, used to letting his friend do the talking, "Neither one of us do."
"Orphans, then," Spike said slowly. "And what are you doing out here all alone? Don't you have people who take care of you?"
The dark-haired boy shrugged. "Not really. Oh, they *say* they do, but they don't give a crap about us. That's why we ran away."
It was his lucky night; that's all there was to it. "Well, I guess you *are* old enough, after all. Come on, then," he said, as he started back the way he'd come. He could hear the boys talking behind him, the younger one trying to talk his friend out of following. "You know," he added, as though he hadn't heard them, "I'm glad I came across you two blokes. Me and my gang really need a couple young guns like you. Oh, nothing fancy right at first; you'll probably spend a lot of time doing shit work. Polishing the chrome on our motorcycles and whatnot. Still, do a good job, and you could make full-fledged members someday..."
Those words were what finally shut the younger boy up. He wasn't trying to hand them a big bunch of too-good-to-be-true. No, if the man was admitting that they'd have to do the things no-one else wanted to, then it *had* to be okay. Besides, whatever it was, it couldn't be any worse than cleaning the toilets at the home. He nodded to himself and followed the leather-clad blond man down the street.
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She could tell that something was off as soon as she woke up, and it was mostly because of the long, hard body pressed against her back. Well, that and the equally hard rod laying against her ass. It took her a moment to work past that to the real difference, though. She didn't have a heartbeat. She almost wanted to panic at the realization, but why bother? She knew exactly what had happened to her, even if she *didn't* know how, and she also knew that there was no changing it, so there really wouldn't be any point in freaking out. Her eyes opened slowly, and she recognized her parents' bedroom.
He knew it the moment she was awake, and he prepared himself to restrain her when the shock of what she was made her strike out. It didn't happen, though, even though it was something that all newly made childer did. She only tensed for a couple of instants, then relaxed. He shouldn't have been surprised, he knew, but he was, none the less. Still, she shouldn't have been able to catch him off guard that way. A low, deep growl built in his chest, and he ground his cock hard against her tight, cool ass. The girl would have to be punished.
She could feel the demon inside her, but she still felt like herself, too, and she worried for a little bit that she somehow had a soul. She'd seen what Angel had been through before he'd left town, and she'd be damned if she wanted that sort of anguish for herself. She gasped softly when the body behind her suddenly thrust that hard cock against her, and she finally looked over her shoulder into the golden eyes of "Spike?" Her brow furrowed for a moment as she remembered the last thing she'd done as a human. "Of course," she continued quietly, "Something's happened to the chip. You're my Sire..."
He was glad that she'd figured it out so quickly, but he had to be sure to start things off on the right foot, so to speak, so he growled again and drove his fangs harshly into the side of her neck. Bloody hell, she *still* tasted of power, only now there was a good bit more darkness in the flavour. He sank his teeth deeper, reveling in the sensation.
Her eyes slammed shut when his jagged fangs pierced her flesh, and a small scream slipped from her lips when he drove them deeper. She'd never even imagined the kind of pain she was feeling. She'd *also* never imagined that that pain would make her feel so... No, she told herself, as she suddenly understood, it wasn't the pain itself. It was the fact that it was her *Sire* giving it to her that made it feel so good. She remembered Tara; remembered what it was like to love, and she didn't care anymore. Love was just a chemical reaction, and had nothing to do with the sheer need she felt right at the moment. Spike could literally do *anything* to her and have her begging for more. And that was just as it *should* be, her demon told her. She couldn't help but agree, and she arched her neck hard, trying to give him more room.
The bloody chit was *enjoying* it! There he was trying to punish her,
and she actually wanted *more*! His cock throbbed in time with his hungry
swallows, and he groaned against her skin. But he was her Sire, and it
was his job to see that she got what she needed, and right at the moment?
She needed to satisfy him. Or *he* needed her to, which was fundamentally
the same thing, as far as he was concerned. He took one last mouthful of
her blood before pulling away, and he pulled one arm from around her body,
letting the blood trickle from his lips and into his hand before reaching
down between them and coating his pulsating shaft. His other arm, still
around her waist, held her tightly as his fingers pried her firm butt cheeks
apart, and he grunted loud and hard as he sheathed himself harshly
in her virgin ass. Damn, but his childe was tight!
She screamed again when he entered her, and one more time when he began sawing roughly in and out of her. She offered no resistance when he pushed her onto her face on the mattress, and lifted her hips when he told her to. Her entire body was humming with frustration when he finally came deep inside her.
He pushed himself from her and lay on his back by her side. He could sense the need he'd created within her, and smirked wickedly. His hand dropped to his still-hard cock, and he stroked it a few times as he thought. "Willow," he said demandingly, his eyes glittering when she forced herself to roll onto her side and face him, "Take care of this, pet."
Her eyes grew wide as they followed his own glance, and she almost sobbed at the sight of his blood-streaked erection. Still, the demon took over, and before she even knew what was happening, she was on her knees between his legs, her hands braced to either side of his waist as she took her Sire's cock deep into her throat.
Spike watched the bobbing head of red hair as she slid up and down his long shaft. His fingers itched to be buried in that flame-like mass, and he let them, directing her forcefully in her pleasuring of him. He had a feeling she'd be a quick learner. She'd better be, he told himself, as he arched hard into her mouth.
She tried to whimper at the way his hooded tip was battering the back of her throat, but she couldn't quite manage it. As it turned out, that was a good thing, because she was suddenly far too occupied with swallowing the thick spurts of dead seed he gave her. She barely held in a sigh of relief when he pulled her mouth from him, but she did, and she sat back on her heels, looking at him expectantly.
"Get dressed," Spike ordered after a minute or so. He sat up himself, reaching for his pants, only to turn swiftly, backhanding his childe. "No," he told her smoothly, "You don't get to come. Don't let me catch you touching yourself again."
It wasn't fair! Spike got to cum twice, but she didn't get to at all? He'd gone and gotten her all worked up, and he was just going to let her stay that way! For the first time, she understood how Angel could hate the blond vampire the way he did. Spike didn't play by the rules. She sighed deeply, and moved from the bed as her demon told her the truth of the matter. Spike was her Sire. There were no rules unless *he* made them, and he just *had*. She moved swiftly from the room, heading to her old bedroom as the stinging in her cheek faded. She looked at the few clothes remaining in her closet, silently agreeing with the demon that she seriously needed a better selection. Still, the things in front of her were all she had at the moment.
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Just the sight of his childe in the fuzzy pink sweater was amusing. Of course, it was the same sweater he'd liked on her back when he'd kidnapped her and the moron. Still, what had been suitable for a cute little human was definitely not the thing for a childe of *his*. "Go shopping tomorrow night," he ordered her. "Get something that isn't so..." He shrugged.
"Net-girl nineteen ninety-eight?" she supplied, grinning when he nodded. "Yes, Spike."
The blond frowned at the suspiciously meek tone of voice she'd used before shrugging again. "Hungry, luv?" he asked silkily, chuckling when her new face emerged. Bloody hell, she was beautiful as a demon! He never would have thought it. Her human face was cute enough, he supposed, but her true face? Abso-fucking-lutely *gorgeous*! He almost wanted to take her back to bed right then, but they still had dinner to eat, and then he really should teach her how to hunt. He had a feeling she'd be amazing at it; a real natural. He took her hand and led her to the basement door. "I picked up a bite for us earlier," he explained to her questioning look.
Willow nodded and followed him down the stairs, only to stop, staring in awe at the two bound and gagged boys on the floor. "Oh, Spike," she purred happily, "One of them's for *me*?"
Spike chuckled again, his own true face coming out. "Yes, luv. You can have whichever one you want." He strolled closer to the boys before crouching down before the darker haired one. "Sorry, mate, but my girl here's already polished my chrome, so to speak, so I guess you'll just have to feed us instead." He gazed back at his childe, smiling at the hunger in her eyes. "So which one d'you fancy, pet?"
The redhead giggled and moved closer. "I'll take the blond, if that's okay," she said, pulling the boy to his feet when her Sire nodded. "Is... is this gonna *hurt* him?" she asked softly.
The blond vampire nodded, pulling his own meal from the floor as he stood. "Yes, pet," he told her honestly, "It'll hurt like a bitch."
"Good," Willow replied, sinking her jagged teeth into the boy's throat.
Spike laughed out loud, but still paid close attention to the deadly efficiency of her strike. Oh, yeah, he realized, his eyes locked on her even as he ate his own boy, she made one *hell* of a vampire! He dropped the kid as his heart stopped beating, and stepped closer to his childe as she let her own boy go. "Your new face is stunning, luv," he purred, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her hard against him. His fingers slid up under the fuzzy sweater, and he lowered his mouth to the crook of her neck. "I think I may have to let you cum..."
Good thing, she realized, because she was going to in about a minute, anyway. "Thank you, Sire," she heard her demon purr, even as he dragged her to the floor.
End.