Worms In My Baguette

By Mandy

"I dreamt we were in Paris, you had your branding-iron and there were worms in my baguette…"
Drusilla - What's my Line pt2

It was so late at night, so quiet and still that it seemed as if all Paris was sleeping. An unlikely couple were hurrying along together arm in arm. The man although in evening dress looked disheveled. He was trying to keep up and had obviously been drinking heavily. His companion was in total contrast. She was a flapper, dressed in (for the 20s) a scandalously short beaded dress and sheer stockings. She was clearly very fashionable as her hair was cropped short and bleached blonde.

The pair were arguing in French, the girl obviously regretted agreeing to be escorted home from the party.

Hugo had always seemed harmless in a buffoonish way, but now she was seeing a different side to him.

"For Christ sake, Joujou," he wheezed, "I must be the only one in our crowd who hasn't had you!"

"That's not true! What type of girl do you take me for?"

"The original good time that was had by all!" he laughed obscenely at his own joke.

"That's it! Leave me alone! I'll go the rest of the way on my own!" She tried to release her arm but Hugo kept it trapped in his.

"Oh no! Not until you give me what I want. I'm not asking you to marry me! Just a quick shag against the wall. A girl like you must have done that hundreds of times!" Hugo pushed her against the front of a hat shop. His bulk gave him a huge advantage over the frail girl.

"No! Get off me! Let me go!" she started to scream for help. He slapped her hard,

"Shut it, tart!" He thrust his podgy hand up her skirt, found her cami-knickers and pulled then down, ripping the delicate fabric. He rammed a meaty finger inside her and moved it round, "Why you filthy little bitch! Someone's already had you tonight! Well, one more won't matter, will it?" He crushed her to the wall and unbuttoned his trousers.

"No! Help! Help!" Joujou was terrified, and disgusted by his stench of alcohol, stale tobacco, bad breath and sweat. The creep had drunk too much a achieve a full erection. He tried to cram his semi-flaccid tool inside the struggling girl but it would not work.

"What have you done to me you..." he started when he was forcibly shoved off the girl.

"Think the lady's had enough of you!" a dark-clad man said in English, then booted him in the groin.

"Come with me, Dearie!" a woman clasped the shocked girl's hand and they ran into the next street.

When the Englishman rejoined them the dark-haired woman was holding Joujou in her arms, as if embracing her. To his surprise the girl looked round at him smiled gratefully.

"Not hungry then, Pet?" he asked, cryptically.

"No, I thought we might play a little." She replied. The girl did not understand what they meant so asked instead,

"Is it safe now?"

"Oh yes," the dark stranger smiled, charmingly, "He won't bother you again!" He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, almost as if he had been eating. Joujou felt queasy and so lightheaded that she almost fell. The woman put an arm around her said,

"You've had a dreadful shock. What you need is to put your feet up and have a cup of hot sweet tea. My sister Violet always used to…" she broke off, tears brimming her eyes.

"Now, now Sweetness!" he chivvied her, "This isn't the time for reminiscing! The young lady needs to lie down for a bit." He smiled seductively at Joujou and her heart skipped a beat - she'd certainly like to lie down with him! She flushed and lowered her eyes. He seemed to understand, but just said, "Come on, we only live over there!"

In no time she was in the charming couple's dusty old apartment. She was reclining on a chaise-langue nursing a large cognac. Rather surprisingly, for English people abroad they had run out of tea! Drusilla as curled up on Spike's lap, sometimes kissing him and nipping his ears. Occasionally his hands would stray to her breasts or stroke her thighs. (Oh come on, of course you knew it was them!)

Joujou found their immodest behavior faintly arousing. All the while they made polite small talk. She told them that she was a model and worked for Vogue, sometimes. Her English was good because she had spent a year in England. She lived alone and had no family in Paris. The couple exchanged a glance at this, but Joujou was now too tipsy to notice. She had told the truth when she said that she was a model for Vogue but what she had left out was that she was a courtesan. This meant she was financially supported by a rich married man to become his lover. Sometimes she might also perform paid favors for gentlemen when hard up, but a courtesan was not a whore. She had an established place in French society. As a courtesan Joujou was more sexually aware than most women of her time, but felt herself to be respectable. She lay and watched almost in a dream as couple's loveplay became more passionate. Eventually Spike was lightly nibbling on Dru's nipples through the silk of her dress with his hand working inside her knickers, whilst she rubbed the bulge in his crotch enthusiastically.

"Think we need to finish this in bed," he told his lover. He smiled wickedly at Joujou, "Coming?"

So that was all it took for her to find herself naked in bed with two beautiful strangers!

Joujou slipped into bed next to Spike and Dru who were kissing so passionately that she wondered if she was just there as an observer! However, Spike reluctantly separated himself from his love and turned to her. Smiling faintly he gazed deeply into her eyes, then lent forward kiss her. At first it was merely pleasant but soon Joujou started to want him desperately. She was acutely aware of his hard prick resting on her abdomen. She wanted him inside her now! She moved her hand down to grasp him, but to her disappointment he stopped her hand and stopped kissing too. He sat up and moved down the bed making room for Drusilla. She smiled at the French girl,

"Do you like kissing girls?" Dru asked, "I do! Spike can be ever so rough sometimes!"

Spike was watching closely, his breathing audible. Joujou reached out for the raven haired woman and gently pressed her lips to Drusilla's. The blonde was pleasantly surprised by the experience. There was such a sweetness to the kiss that she barely noticed Spike parting her legs. He was licking her clit beautifully, then he moved his tongue into her pussy…

"No!" she shouted seconds before he jumped up from between her legs and spat mightily.

"Bloody hell!" he yelled, "You've already been fucked!"

For the second time that evening Joujou regretted the tryst in the linen cupboard with her lover.

"I hate the taste of spunk!" Spike continued, taking a great swig from the decanter by the bed. Drusilla was laughing noisily.

"Sorry, I tried to warn you!" Joujou blushed. Spike scowled at her.

"Come now, children, play nicely!" Drusilla admonished, trying hard not to laugh.

Spike gave a resigned sigh, lay down next to Joujou and started to kiss her again. She had been upset by Spike's temper tantrum but his kisses soothed and aroused her. He moved her hand down to his cock and she began to masturbate him. Spike made a contented sound in the back of his throat and would not let her stop. Joujou felt her whole being crying out for him to make love to her, but he would not let her stop.

After what seemed an age he took away her hand and replaced it with his own. Joujou thought her time had finally come, but he gave two hard tugs on his cock and came all over her face and breasts!

"You filthy pig!" Joujou screamed, furious at his trick and the mess he had made of her.

"Takes one to know one!" Spike replied childishly.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're the one with her panties full of sperm! Good night's trade was it?" Spike was could be a real bitch when he wanted! Joujou launched at him with her nails and managed to etch four parallel scratch marks on his cheeks. Spike grabbed her wrists and laughed at Joujou's temper. Finally Drusilla intervened with,

"Right! If you children can't behave I'm going to have to take charge!" She went over to a chest and took out a intricately carved ebony box and a handful of silk scarves. Spike who knew what was coming grinned like a wolf. Joujou, however was feeling very uncomfortable.

"I think I'd better go home now…" she tried.

"Not until we've played our little game!" Drusilla insisted.

Spike put Joujou's arms round a bed post then tied her wrists together with the scarf. The position thrust her tiny breasts forward and Spike considered them with interest, tongue moistening his lips, as if preparing to suck.

"No! That's naughty!" Dru told him and with a practiced hand she tied him in a similar position to the girl's but with his legs bound together. Leaning forward, so that her breasts brushed his chest she kissed Spike deeply and passionately. He reacted with his whole body, straining against the bonds, still trying to kiss her when she pulled away. Joujou was quietly impressed that he was already hard again. Dru appeared to be impressed too. She caressed the silky shaft of his cock and then briefly pressed her palm onto the head. Spike groaned out loud but Dru was adamant.

"Not for naughty boys!" She returned her interests to Joujou who was by now clearly terrified.

"Don't worry, tuppence," Drusilla crooned, "Now that naughty boy is all tied up us girls can have some fun! Look what I've got!" She opened the ebony box and brought out a exquisitely carved double-ended ivory dildo. One end was a long thin phallus and the other end a shorter thicker one. Despite herself Joujou was fascinated.

"That's wonderful! Where did it come from?"

"Long ago and far away.. my Daddy gave it to me!"

"Your who?" it had been years since Joujou was shocked!

"Oh yes, my Angel! He said that when Spike couldn't satisfy me I'd still have this! He was so thoughtful …"

"Shut the fuck up!" Spike bellowed, "This isn't the time to reminisce about that prat!"

"One more peep out of you and you'll be gagged!"

"Sorry!" Surprisingly Spike fell silent and lay scowling at then.

Drusilla smiled at Joujou. "Now let's have some fun!" She wetted her index finger slowly and sensually, then began to circle the blonde's clit with it. Despite herself Joujou was becoming aroused. As if by their own accord her legs parted further.

"Dru! Move! I can't see!" Drusilla sighed and moved a little so that her lover had a better view.

She put her fingers to her lips to wet them more, pausing to lick them clean of Joujou's juices. This time she concentrated more on the center of the girl's clit. Joujou came like a burst of fireworks! She cried out in pleasure. Beside her Spike moaned with frustration.

"Grrr! Bad dog!" Dru growled at him. Then to Joujou, picking up the ivory dildo, she asked "Ready now?" The girl nodded.

Drusilla pushed the stubby end into herself and began to move it in and out. Spike was gulping down huge ragged gulps of air and his dick was turning purple and twitching with lust. Dru sighed with satisfaction and pleasured herself a little more.

"Baby, please!"

"Shush! Naughty boy!" Dru replied, then "Mmmm!" as she surprised herself with an orgasm.

"Look!" she giggled to Joujou, "I'm a man! A funny man! My willy's in the wrong place!" Sure enough Drusilla looked like she had a long pale penis dangling between her legs. Joujou giggled and allowed Dru to slide the long cool instrument inside her.

"Am I fucking you nicely?" Dru asked.

"Er.."

"How about now?" She squeezed her love muscles and thrust the dildo into the French girl. To her surprise she thrust it back and they established a good rhythm, pushing it to and fro.

"You've played this game before!" Dru panted.

"Yes," Joujou gasped," Henri liked to watch me with girls!"

Spike was now sobbing with frustration and gnawing at his silk bonds.

"Gerroff! She's mine!" he shouted but Dru just calmly circled her new lover's clit with a spit moistened finger. Joujou could feel another, stronger orgasm building up within her like a tsunami. Sadly it never arrived. Spike had unpicked the knots of the scarves binding his wrists with his teeth and he flung himself on Drusilla.

"You're mine. Only mine!" he yelled and dragged the dildo out of her by pushing it deep into the blonde. She screamed in agony as the ivory pressed far too hard and deep into her tender tissues but Spike just swept her to the floor. Joujou was still bound to the bed and watched Spike ram himself inside his mistress and begin to pump powerfully. Drusilla was gasping loudly, at first Joujou thought in pain, but then Dru threw her head back and sang out in ecstasy. Spike beamed lovingly at her and they kissed deep and long. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him moaning in pleasure. All the while he was thrusting faster and harder until…

"She's getting away!"

"No.." Spike whined, "Don't stop! Please don't make me stop!" But Drusilla changed to vampire, pushed him off her and ran to catch the human. Joujou had followed Spike's lead and untied the knots with her teeth. She grabbed her dress but had no time to put it on. The girl just got as far as the front door. Drusilla caught up with the willowy blonde and pulled her away from the door. Joujou screamed when she saw the yellow eyed, white faced demon in her new friend's body. Dru laughed and bared her fangs. Gratifyingly Joujou screamed again.

"Hurry up!" drifted from the bedroom, "I really need you!"

"What should I do with her?" Dru asked flustered.

"Why the fuck should I care? Kill her, eat her, anything. Just get rid of her and come back to bed!" Drusilla hesitated. She'd enjoyed playing with this one. Shame to waste her and yet…

"Dru! What are you doing? Come on!" She made up her mind quickly, bashed the girl's head against the wall then flung her into the broom closet. The scarf was still round one of her wrists so Dru tied both of her wrists together again and hung them over a hook.

"Dru! Hurry!"

"Don't be such a baby! I'm coming!" and with a last glance at the unconscious girl she shut her in the dark.

Spike was sitting on the edge of the bed. He'd used the time untie the bonds on his legs. Still in vampire mode Drusilla sat astride him. Wasting no time she impaled herself on his stake. She started to ride him and to roughly lick the scratches on his face. They were still making love well into daylight.
They were, in fact, so engrossed in each other that they forgot about the prisoner in the broom cupboard for days.

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"Dru, what's that smell?"

"I don't smell anything!" she wrinkled her pretty nose and sniffed, "Oh yes! It's coming from the broom cupboard." She went back to arranging her hair in an elegant chignon.

"Dru - what have you been up to?"

"Oh you know!" she was more interested in her hair grips. "Remember that girl? Blonde and naughty? Well I liked her but you were mean…"

"So you just left the corpse in our broom cupboard? You know we always dispose of bodies!"

"Well I forgot! Anyway, don't think she was dead. Might be now though. All full with pretty little maggots and the rats nibbling on her toes." Drusilla smiled a far away smile. Spike put his arms round her and gently kissed her cheek. Then he forced himself back to business.

"We have to think of the neighbors. If they found out what we are we'd be dead. Burnt at the stake I shouldn't wonder - Or they have the guillotine here!" Both vampires shuddered and hurried to the broom cupboard. Dru opened the door and a disgusting stench hit them.

"Urgh! Just like the gents at Piccadilly Underground Station!" Dru gave her lover an old fashioned look.

"You get the body, Spike I don't want make my dress all smelly!" Obediently Spike went over to the corpse. Had they been in bed with that? Apart from the smell she was a nasty gray color, her face was drawn, with dried spittle hanging from her mouth. Spike lifted her bound hands from the hook and to she groaned. He nearly jumped out of his skin, then composing himself managed,

"I'll just finish it off, then."

"No! She used to be so pretty!" Dru stamped a tiny foot. "I want to mend her and keep her as a pet…"

"Dru honey, she'll only die! Remember the sparrow and the frogs and…"

"I want to keep her!"

Spike sighed

"Well alright! But you take care of her! I'm not going to help. And don't expect sympathy when she dies on you!"

A little later there came a wail from the bathroom. Spike rushed in to see Joujou producing bubbles on the bottom of a deep bath. He pulled her out and lay her on her side, on the floor. She was blue and spluttering for breath.

"Why's she gone that color? Why's she making such a funny noise?" Dru asked innocently.

"Because she's human, thicky!" Spike was rubbing the girl briskly with a towel, "They have to breathe and be kept warm to keep their circulation going. She's not Miss Edith, you know!"

"But I thought she would be just like Miss Edith! Except bigger!" Dru began to sniff pitifully. "Anyway, I had to use cold 'cos you don't let me use the matches for the boiler! And I'm not a thicky…" and on came the waterworks.

Joujou's color was a little better now and at least she was cleaner. Spike heard himself saying,

"I'm sorry baby, I'm a wicked man. Never mind, I'll take care of her for you." Dru gave him a kiss on the nose and dashed off to tell Miss Edith all about it. Spike smiled. He knew when he'd been duped! He picked up the still girl and carried her into a bedroom where he dressed her in a huge nightgown and tucked her up snugly in the feather bed.

Spike was a surprisingly good nurse. He had often had to take care of his sire when her little adventures had gone too far! Of course the principle was not quite the same as an injured vampire recovers quite quickly and is almost always going to survive. Humans, other the other hand can be nursed for weeks and still die. Spike knew that the next problem was to feed the girl. He thought back to when him name had been William. It was painful, but he remembered when he was a little boy and ill. His mother had carefully fed him with … warm bread and milk! That was it! Spike guiltily brushed aside a tear and blew his nose on Joujou's sheet. Thinking about his mother always moved him.

So Spike patiently fed Joujou on bread and milk. He kept her warm and clean and gradually she regained consciousness and began to recover. Eventually her diet progressed to include cheese and apples. Dru complained that the smell of the cheese made her feel ill. However, when Spike learnt to make coffee for Joujou, both vampires liked it. Joujou had been so badly hurt that she could not really remember how she'd got there. She was terrified of Drusilla and imagined that Spike had saved her. His nursing of her had always been efficient but impersonal - he could see no point in being friendly when the girl was too ill to seduce. Despite his dourness Joujou fell head over heels in love with the mousy haired young man. She convinced herself that he was a human prisoner like herself. That Drusilla had enchanted him. She would lay in bed imagining them killing the evil Drusilla and running away together.

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Spike woke up. He felt like he'd been sat on by an elephant…no, that was last week…sometimes Dru was a little too depraved even for him! Spike shook his head to clear the memory of their amorous interlude at the zoo. "Shit!" The movement shock a thousand jagged stars in his head each one bringing agony. Spike held his forehead in his hands and groaned. Cautiously he opened his eyes and there, on the table by the bed he saw the cause of his suffering. An empty bottle of absinthe!

"Oh well!" he thought with his usual optimism, "Only one cure for a hangover!"

"Come' ere Dru!" he called and winced as the stars jangled in his head again. There was no answer so he sat up cautiously and looked round. Drusilla was unconscious on the floor, fully dressed and with a glass still in her hand. "Can't take it then eh, luv?" Very carefully he lifted her onto the bed and undressed her. She was quite clearly dead, cold and still. Spike lay admiring her naked alabaster body and wondering whether to employ the Spike-patent-hangover-cure even though his lady-love would not be quite present. He caressed her breast and felt his cock become rock-hard.

"Wouldn't be the first time I screwed a corpse!" he grinned to himself. He was parting Dru's thighs when it occurred to his poor, booze addled brain - there was more than one pussy in the house and now would be an ideal time to try it out.

"Sorry, doll, got another appointment!" He arranged Drusilla more comfortably in the bed, covering her snugly with fluffy blankets. He slipped into a dark blue silk robe, took an deep invigorating swig of gin from a bottle and set off for Joujou's room.

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She was sitting in a chair by the bed reading a book by the light which filtered in through the shutters. Although she was only wearing a nightgown she looked radiant. The diffused sunlight lit her short platinum hair from behind and it seemed to light the room. She looked up, pleasantly surprised to see her "nurse" so early.

"Spike!" she smiled.

"Feeling better?" Joujou nodded, "Good! Then I'm going to fuck you!"

To Spike's mild disappointment Joujou was not in the least bit shocked. He threw open the robe, like a flasher and thrust his hard love-baton towards her.

She smiled, devouring his tough lightly muscled body with her eyes. The men she had been with before had always been older with neglected bodies. They were too thin or had big bellies, or were bald, or had too much body hair but Spike was stunning. Also she had never actually loved any of her lovers before!

"Do you want me on the bed?" she asked, lifting the nightdress over her head. Spike nodded and dropped the dark blue robe to the floor. He lay on the bed next to her and she rolled on top of him and began to kiss him passionately.

"Tart!" Spike thought happily then rolled them both over so that he was the dominant one.

"Oh Spike, I love you so much!" she murmured. Spike was shocked. He had no feelings for the mortal but lust and he had not guessed that she was attracted to him.

"I can't…I mean I…" he quickly changed the subject, "Blimey! Call those tits? I've had bigger goose pimples!"

He began to suckle on her left breast, enthusiastically. "More than a mouthful's a waste!" he quipped as he changed sides. His fingers found their way to the curly fuzz between her legs and into her cleft. They toyed with her clit and then one slipped briefly inside her. She moaned when he removed it and Spike smiled.

"Ready for something better, my dear?"

"S'il te plait!"

He pushed himself carefully into her pussy. Screwing a human was often like getting into a hot bath on a cold day. It was fine after a while but at first the temperature difference was uncomfortable. To Spike's surprise his cock was surrounded by a pleasant warmth and tightness.

"C'est formidable, ca!" he whispered to her.

Joujou ran her fingers through his light-brown curls and smiled. She knew that he would come to love her.

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As Spike closed the bedroom door Drusilla had started to wake up. The fluffy blankets were tickling her and she began to fidget and then gradually come to her senses. At first she was confused and then she became still more confused. "Now let me think…I was playing that silly drinking game with my Spike and a bottle of Absinthe. One for me, one for him. One for me and so on. Then Spike fell on the floor so I was the winner! I put him to bed like a good mummy and then decided I deserved a treat. I finished off the bottle then here I am!"

"So why can't I see?" she screamed "Spike! Spike! Help me baby! Please!" She groped around the bed for him. Drusilla was all alone and frightened. She curled up in a heap and sobbed noisily. After a while she noticed a sound.

"Poor, poor Mummy! Don't cry, you'll be all better soon!"

"Miss Edith!" Dru tried to look around for her, but of course could see nothing.

"Yes that nasty boy has gone but your dear dolly is still here!"

"Perhaps he went hunting?"

"Silly Mummy!" the doll mocked "It's daytime! He was only wearing a robe. He was going to do the naughty thing to you but then he changed his mind and went away."

"If he's gone to that Joujou I'll kill them both!"

"Perhaps he went to make coffee." Miss Edith suggested innocently. Spike had started to make coffee for his "patient" and both vampires found they enjoyed it.

"Perhaps!" Drusilla brightened up. "Just the thing for a hangover! My Daddy used to say that!"

She got out of bed carefully, found the wall and felt her way along it until she found the door. Behind her Miss Edith quietly sniggered spitefully "Silly Mummy! She forgot to put her dress on!" She thought of her mistress blind and naked on a kitchen full of sharp and perhaps hot things and sniggered some more.

In the kitchen, disappointingly for Dru's dolly-confidant, Spike had put all the sharp knives away and there was nothing hot. Spike always kept the matches away from Dru after the incident in Gothenburg. Dru found her way to the stone sink and splashed cold water on her face. She moved a hand in front of her eyes and was greatly relieved to be able to see faint movement. She wanted to tell Spike that her eyes were getting better then remembered.

The raven-haired vampire stamped her bare foot. "That wicked Spike must be with that French slut!" she thought. "We should have put her out of her misery like he suggested! All his nursing then they're both to die anyway! Bit of a waste really, but then they shouldn't have been naughty! I think I'll hurt them both first…perhaps with Spike's branding iron…or a sharp bodkin ..or…" cheerfully thinking of tortures to come Drusilla felt her way along the walls towards Joujou's room.

When she got to the bedroom door there was no mistaking what was going on. She could hear a feminine "ah" followed by a masculine "oh" repeated over again and becoming more rapid. Furious, Drusilla's face changed to vampire and she prepared to attack - blind or not! Then suddenly she realized that she wasn't blind at all. She could see again! The sight that met her eyes made her clap her hands to her mouth to stop her giggles! She had a beautiful view of Spike's round white bottom bobbing comically up and down. It somehow reminded her of a duck! And the noises they were making! Dru had to go back into the passageway to laugh!

Then she tiptoed into the room. Both were so engrossed, with their eyes so tight shut that they did not notice the naked vampire kneel down and rest her cheek on the bed. She watched, stifling her giggles as Spike came, making a "Argghhh-Mummf!" sound and Joujou came with a delicate "Mmmm"

"Faking it!" Dru thought.

Spike opened his beautiful blue eyes and gasped as he saw his Sire right next to him. Dru began to laugh uncontrollably as he began,

"No, Poodle - I can explain!" Joujou saw Drusilla and Spike yelped in pain as the French girl's vaginal muscles clenched around his cock. He punched the French girl hard across the jaw then withdrew quickly and cradled his willy. "Cunt like a vice, that one. Must have panicked when she saw you…darling." Spike could not work out why he was still alive and Dru was so giggly.

"So you don't love her then? Mr Bouncing Bottom?" Spike thought it wise to let that one go.

"No, of course not! It was just that I had a terrible hangover and well, you were out of it and.."

"And you didn't think I might be poorly too! I was blind and all alone! And I cried and cried for you but you were here - with your pet slut!" Joujou was sitting up nursing a huge bruise on her jaw. She began to cry. Dru looked at her with disgust. Spike recognized a massive mood swing when he saw one.

"You were blind? Oh my poor sweet baby! Are you better now?" he gentlely stroked her face and she changed to a beautiful young woman again.

"No! I can see but my head still hurts. What is it you always say is good for hangovers?" Spike's face softened with relief and love.

"I'd be more than happy to, Princess. Only I'll have to pleasure you for a while first …"

"That will be fine!" Dru said magnanimously, "Oh and you! Go and make us all some coffee!" The blonde girl stopped crying and reached for her nightgown.

"There's matches in my robe pocket," Spike told her," Don't even think of escaping, the front door is locked."

"How come you let her play with the matches and not me?" Dru asked then cried out with pleasure as Spike's skilled tongue began it's work between her legs.

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So that was how Joujou began her career as a pet. Both Spike and Dru enjoyed her, sometimes in threesomes often as couples. Drusilla used to seduce the girl to infuriate Spike. He would, perhaps, come into the salon to find the 2 women sitting fully clothed on the sofa toying with each other's pussies or naked and brushing each other's hair. There was only ever one outcome. Spike became insanely jealous that Joujou was pleasuring his sire and would forcibly seduce the delighted Dru. On the other hand Drusilla was surprisingly tolerant of finding Spike and Joujou copulating all over the apartment! She was calm about wandering into the kitchen for a coffee and finding them screwing on the kitchen table, or naked in a complicated position in front of the salon fire, or just hanging from the chandelier in the salle a manger! Sometimes she would join in, or watch or just plain ignore them. Drusilla had no problem with Spike using Joujou however he wanted. She only had one condition, Spike must not love the blonde. If he fell in love with Joujou she must die. Spike had no problem with this deal. He loved Dru wholeheartedly and could feel only lust for Joujou.

Joujou, of course knew nothing of this arrangement. She was falling more and more deeply in love with Spike. With surprising naivety she mistook Spike's horniness for love. She told herself when he would not say that that he loved her it was because they were both prisoners of the evil Drusilla. Even when he explained that he could only love Dru she translated this into his not daring to voice his true love for her. Joujou had a really bad case of denial!

Life for Joujou was not all rampant sex. Often she would be dressed up in fine clothes and taken for walks along the Seine, the Champs Elyses or through Monmatre. One of them always kept an arm around her so that she could not escape. Needless to say Joujou was happiest when Spike put his arm around her! They took her to strange parties (more of these later) and fine restaurants.

The three of them were always shown to the best table in a restaurant. They had an air of beauty and power about them. Joujou would study the menu with great enjoyment and order a sumptuous meal. Drusilla would not look at the menu and only ask for tea and crackers. Spike was more adventurous. He would glance at the menu then demand a really hot curry. The waiter would explain that they did not serve curry and Spike would grudgingly settle for whatever was the most spicy on the menu. This was not as odd as it sounds as the vampire sense of taste is peculiar. He really did enjoy curry. It had been a popular Victorian meal and one which as a vampire he could taste.

Sometimes Drusilla would eat dessert with the others. On this particular night she was daintily nibbling a chocolate mousse. She lent over the table and started to whisper at length and excitedly into Spike's ear. The more she whispered the more he smiled. Joujou could see that he was becoming aroused. She was angry to be being left out of the delicious secret. Shortly Spike called the waiter over and had a quiet word with him which included slipping him a few francs.

"Won't be long, ducks," Spike told her," Order yourself another cognac, or something!" and off they went with the waiter. Drusilla took her dessert with her as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Joujou ordered a double cognac and sat brooding on how much she hated Drusilla. It was only much later that she realized that she had ignored her best chance to escape!

Meanwhile the waiter, Charles, showed the English couple into a storage room. It was cramped and lit by a single light bulb. The waiter apologized that the door did not lock and offered to keep watch. The Englishman said that would not be necessary. As soon as he had closed the door Charles was bending at the key-hole watching.

The couple stripped to the waist and Charles was surprised to see that the woman was not wearing so much as a liberty bodice under her frock. She stood before her lover in only her knickers, shoes and stockings. Just looking at her made the voyeur stiffen. He watched as the man smeared chocolate mousse over her breasts and then licked it off to their obvious enjoyment. He then watched as she unbuttoned her lover's trousers and released his rigid cock. Lovingly she smeared it with the chocolaty goop, then getting down on her knees, she slowly, sensuously licked it off. Charles desperately needed to masturbate, but was afraid of being caught. The Englishman removed his chocolaty treat from his lover's mouth and pulled down her knickers. He parked her bottom on a pile of flour sacks with her legs wide apart. By now the waiter was so aroused that he could barely contain himself. He watched him enter and start to fuck the woman, then the voyeur poured an unwanted torrent of semen into his underpants.

"Merde!" he muttered and hurried off to clean himself up.

Drusilla beamed at Spike who was still pounding between her legs, "That waiter was ever so naughty!"

"Mmm, they never can resist it!"

"I know who's for tea tonight!" Dru simpered.

"Shh, baby… I'm going to come…"

---

Besides pursuing a full and active love life Spike and Dru were working on one of Drusilla's end-of-the world scenarios. This one involved an ancient prophecy about waking the gargoyles in Notre Dame. According to the prophesy the gargoyles would fly seven times round Paris and this would cause terror and confusion amongst the humans that demons would once more rule the world. Personally Spike had no faith the project, but out of love for Drusilla went along with it. His role was mainly to pore through ancient Latin spell-books. He could remember Latin from his previous existence, although he detested reading, even in English.

This led to one of the worst nights in Joujou's life. It was late at night and Drusilla was out on some errand. Spike was working on a Latin translation and Joujou was pretending to read a novel, but mostly watching him with adoration. After a while she went to the kitchen and came back with a strong sweet black coffee. She put it on the desk and he said,

"Thanks, luv," a little distractedly.

"I am your love, aren't I?" she said dreamily. She put her arms around him began to kiss his face.

"No! What do you think you're doing?" he freed himself from her embrace, "I don't want a shag!"

"I just wanted a cuddle!"

"What'd be the point? It's not as if I love you! You're just here to screw!" He went back to the aggravating text.

Joujou went to her room to sob her heart out.

Of course crying in alone your room never did anyone any good. After a while Joujou regained her composure, splashed cold water on her face and went back to the salon to read her novel. Spike was still engrossed in his work and did not notice Joujou's return. In fact he did not even remember breaking the poor girl's heart!

The night dragged on. Spike worked and Joujou pretended to read. At last the boredom was broken by Drusilla coming home.

"I'm home dears!" she called out cheerfully, "And look what I've got for you, Spike!"

She was leading a rather dazed girl by the hand. Joujou sized up her potential rival. She was sturdy and tanned, of peasant stock, perhaps 15 years old. Joujou decided that her lovers would tire of the youngster in no time. She had no idea what was about to happen. Drusilla took the hypnotized girl over to Spike who kissed her and said,

"Thanks, Pet! She looks lovely!" then to Joujou's horror his face went whiter, his forehead knobbly, his eyes yellow and his teeth - dear God! - his teeth became huge, sharp, pointed fangs! Fangs which he proceeded to sink into the neck of the defenseless child. Joujou screamed from the bottom of her lungs. Spike stopped feeding and looked up at her, Dru stared, even the poor victim gazed at her with vacant eyes. For a few moments time stood still. Then Drusilla spoke,

"Really, Joujou, have you never seen Spike eat his dinner before?" Spike went back to tearing at the victim's neck and Joujou clutched her hands to her mouth and ran to the bathroom to vomit.

"Whatever has upset my little Joujou?" Drusilla wondered.

"Beats me!" Spike looked up from his meal, blood dripping from his fangs and down his chin, "This one's tasty - farm fresh - Here try a bite!" He held the girl out for Dru.

"No thank you darling, I just had her brother! Scrawny but good!" she thought for a moment, "Might have been her cousin, or lover or, well both even…"

Later on, when Spike had gone to dispose of the body Drusilla went in to see Joujou. She was lying curled up on the bed, way beyond crying. Dru sat on the edge of the bed.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" She asked with surprising kindness. "What's upset you so?"

"Spike - H-he's a vampire!"

"Yes…" Drusilla waited then hazarded, "Do you mean you didn't know?" Joujou nodded miserably.

"But surely…Cold body, no heartbeat, doesn't eat - except in fancy restaurants -, never goes out in the sun and my mate! Didn't that tell you something my dear?"

"I've know lots of men like that. Well no, I suppose not quite like that!" the girl admitted "but I…I…"

"But you love him!" Joujou nodded terrified. "Don't be scared. Silly little girls are always thinking they love him, but Spike can only love me!" Joujou didn't know whether she liked being called a silly little girl but relaxed again.

"Do you mind if I lie next to you? I'm ever so sleepy!" Drusilla yawned.

"Vampires! Got one track minds!" Joujou thought, but Drusilla became drowsy and her voice gradually became more singsong and childish.

"You're like a boy…" Dru said cushioning her head on Joujou's meager bosom, "But you've got no willy"

"No, no willy!" Joujou humored.

"These are nice though…little but nice!" Dru nuzzled her breasts

"Well, you've got enough for us both, cherie!"

The vampire giggled, "No, not both…" she murmured and fell asleep on her rival's chest.

Joujou smiled, suddenly immensely fond of the undead woman. She stroked her raven hair then fell asleep herself. When Spike returned, full of fresh blood and ready for love, he was disappointed to find both of his women fast asleep. He considered waking them up but then covered them with an quilt instead. He stood watching the sleeping girls.

"Snow White and Rose Red!" he thought, "Which one do I love the most?"

"Shit!" He slapped his forehead. "That's what spending all day in William the poets' head will do! Drusilla, of course - always and only Drusilla!"

He hurried off to divert himself with his collection of dirty postcards!

It's surprising how quickly one can get over something which seems like the end of the world at the time. Joujou adjusted to the fact that both Spike and Drusilla were vampires. For a few days Joujou and Spike avoided each other. Both seemed shy - however unlikely this seems of Spike! One night they were all in the salon sitting by a roaring fire. Drusilla was braiding Miss Edith's hair and the doll was protesting loudly - according to Drusilla, at least! Spike and Joujou were sitting at either end of the sofa. Joujou was still reading the same novel and Spike was staring into the fire, brooding.

Joujou kept stealing glances at him. The firelight made his skin seem rosy and lit his shoulder length mousy hair with gold. She felt her pussy begin to moisten and pulse and she knew that she wanted him, even if he was a monster. Trying to look casual she moved a little closer to him, then pretended to read. Then she edged closer. Spike was still gazing deep into the fire, miles away, not even aware of her presence, she thought. Then she noticed the large bulge in his trousers.

"Is that for me?" she asked,

He made not reply except to push his hips forward a little. Joujou glanced quickly at Dru, but she was engrossed in a conversation with her doll. The blonde reached out and caressed the vampire's cock through the fabric of his trousers. He made a quiet sound of pleasure, but made no move to touch her. At last she could stand it no longer. She unbuttoned his flies, parted his thighs a little and freed his angry-looking cock. Joujou glanced again at Drusilla who still seemed quite serene. She got astride the passive man, pulled her panties to one side and slowly slid his throbbing manhood inside her. She began to move and then he came to life, thrusting with her.

"Can't resist me, even though you know what I am?"

"No, I can't resist you." she admitted.

He kissed her lovingly and tried to unfasten the back of her dress.

"Isn't he silly, Miss Edith? Shall we do it for him?" Drusilla had come drifting over to them. Joujou tensed as she undid her back and obligingly pulled the dress over her head. Spike sucked her nipples like a hungry puppy. Dru bent over and kissed the girl briefly then freeing her lover from Joujou's breasts for a moment she kissed him too. Then she wandered off explaining to the doll,

"No, of course it's not naughty! You're just jealous because you can't…" the door closed behind her.

Joujou came as soon as the door closed then kissed Spike deep and wet. The lovers were both so aroused that Spike was soon gushing his cold dead sperm into her. They disentangled themselves and relaxed in each other's arms.

"Do you still love me?" Spike asked, unexpectedly.

"Yes, I can't help it…Why? Do you love me…?"

"No! Bugger me, no! It just feels good to know, somehow!"

"Ah! I see!" Joujou said, not seeing at all, "Why don't we take all our clothes off and lie by the fire!"

"And see what comes up, like?"

So that was how Joujou learned to love a vampire!

---

Sometimes the vampires and their pet went to parties. Fabulous, decadent parties, even by the standards of 20's Paris! Demons and humans rubbed shoulders, although the humans must be either beautiful or gifted in sex or magic. The music was played by a quartet of aquamarine demons, the waiters were all tall and green and the barmen were short, red and had the slightest suspicion of horns growing on their foreheads. There was a sumptuous banquet laid out and drink flowed freely. This evening the décor was all pink velvet and gold. Doves flew and peacocks strutted amongst the revelers and oddly matched couples had already begun to mate in the edges of the room.

Joujou was a little more blasé about the parties than she had been at first. For some reason she was always led about on a strong chain that was locked round her throat and cuffed to either Drusilla's or Spike's wrist. (Usually Spike's) Joujou was only mildly humiliated by the chain. It made her feel safe and showed everyone that she was with Spike. Not that it prevented either of them from having adventures!

Spike and Joujou were sitting at the bar drinking champagne. Drusilla had already rushed off, intent on mischief! Spike pointed out a fat man in a purple robe. Apparently he had a magic salve which if a little was smeared in your genitals made him irresistible. Having sex under the influence of the salve was wonderful and the tubby man was very popular.

"Well, I had a plan to get some of the salve so I took at large amount so some would be left," Spike explained.

"Ugh! Where did you put it?" Joujou giggled.

"Round my arse, of course! Only thing was, right, it was too much - turns out you have to use it all up!"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, see the sex is great, then he comes and I still want more!" Spike was laughing at his own humiliation, "I was begging men to screw me! There was quite a queue…"

"Wish I'd been here that night!" a vaguely familiar looking man interrupted.

"André! Comment ca va!" the men hugged affectionately. To Joujou's annoyance André perched on a bar stool next to Spike and accepted a glass of bubbly.

"Traded in the missus for a new girl then, mon cher?" Tall Dark and Handsome asked. Spike grinned,

"Never happen! Joujou here's a… houseguest!"

"Joujou! Of course!" André smiled in recognition, "You come to my maison de coiffure. But not recently, eh? You look like a Shetland pony! A bob must be trimmed every 4 weeks, a model should know that…"

Spike yawned loudly.

"Not really interested in hairdressing, mate!"

"That much is obvious!" André smiled, "I'd love to get my hands on your head!" the sly grin that passed between the two was not lost on Joujou. A demon was beckoning to André from across the room.

"This won't take long," André told Spike, "Under the walnut tree in 20 minutes? Oh and loose the floozy!"

Spike nodded his agreement. Then to Joujou's surprise André leant forward and whispered,

"Get away from those two - they'll end up killing you!" then he hurried over to the waiting demon.

"Can't think why they'd let him in!" Joujou pouted, "He's only a hairdresser!"

"Right!" Spike laughed. "That'd be his being an excellent prognosticator (fortuneteller to you, Joujou!) I'd imagine the good looks and his ability as a sexual athlete might come into it too!"

"He's a queer! It's disgusting!" She snapped.

" Why Joujou! I never knew you were so bourgeois! Or perhaps you're jealous!.." They spent the next 20 minutes squabbling.

Spike had to attend the tryst under the walnut tree with the "floozy" after all. She stood resentfully with her back to the men, the chain making her stand closer that she wanted. Although she could not see she heard the wet sounds of passionate kissing followed by the gasps of relief as they released each others' throbbing cocks and began to manipulate each other. Spike was making that "Mmm" sound in the back of his throat that meant he was loving it. Joujou had to admit that she was jealous! Then Spike became silent, although André was gasping in delight. Curiosity got the better of the girl and she turned round. What she saw horrified her - Spike had turned to vampire and appeared to be about to bite the coiffeur!

"No! Don't! Please don't!" she yelled and ran forward to try to save André.

"Darling, it's alright!" the vampire told her, "He likes me to nibble a bit. We're very intimate."

"Don't stop baby please!" André moaned then to Joujou's revulsion came all over her lover's flat, white stomach. This pushed Spike over the edge and he soiled the front of the hairdresser's clean linen shirt with his love juices. The men collapsed spent into each others arms, gasping with pleasure. They kissed tenderly and then Joujou found herself being kissed by the vamped-out Spike. It was breathtaking! André was disgusted by the sight, but too well mannered to say so. He rearranged his clothing, slapped Spike on the rump and said,

"A bientot!" and went in search of further conquests.

Joujou and Spike stood kissing under the walnut tree in the dark garden. Joujou loved kissing the macabre stranger that was still her Spike. The sharp teeth made the new experience more erotic. Joujou remembered what Spike had been doing to André and slipping her dress off her shoulder she offered her lover her neck. Spike hesitated and then began to carefully lick and nibble at her neck. Joujou found it pleasant, a bit like when boys had given her love bites. Nothing to it! "Intimate my foot!" she thought trying not to giggle.

To Spike the experience was quite different. Normally his reaction to humans when he had his demon face on was to drain them of their blood as quickly as possible. With mortals he was fond of he could control his blood-lust and even toy with it a little as he had with André. It was pleasurable to play with his dark urges with an experienced partner. Joujou, however had no idea how tempted he was to drain her blood. It was like she was wafting new bread under the nose of a starving man only worse. Blood was the core of Spike's being, the only thing that gave him life and he did not think that he could resist any longer. Joujou seemed to find something amusing! He really couldn't control himself any more…he had to dug his teeth into her neck and drink…

He gripped Joujou by the wrist and ran with the chained girl back to the party lights. Once she fell, but yanked her to her feet and kept on running. When they entered the party he made straight for the banqueting suite. Spike was still all demon and saw every human there as a potential meal. He knew that he could kill every single one - and he desperately wanted to! He was surrounded by the sound of pumping hearts and the aroma of blood. The world looked red to him.

One of the tall green waiters hurried over looking concerned.

"A jug of blood and hurry!"

"Pork or Beef, sir?"

"I don't give a fuck! Just hurry!"

"Certainly sir!" the waiter left at a dignified dash.

"What about me …" Joujou started, then looked across at the vampire and was silent. He was trembling and his skin looked like wax. He buried his head in his arms and only looked up when the waiter hurried over with a tall jug of blood. The waiter poured a glass of the red fluid and held it for Spike to gulp down. He was too shaky to manage it alone. They followed the procedure twice more, then the green demon seemed satisfied that the vampire was out of danger.

"Should I bring you another jug when that one is finished, sir?" Spike nodded, "Do you require a selection from the buffet for the slave?"

"Yes! She's always hungry!" the waiter turned to go, "Oh and…Thanks mate!"

"It was nothing!"

They sat in silence for a while and then Joujou asked,

"So may "the slave" ask what that was all about?" Spike looked awkward and angry.

"Do you know what a prick tease is?"

"Well of course!... not that I ever…" Spike smiled, despite himself.

"Well see, that's sort off what you were doing to me. Except with blood-lust. Joujou, I very nearly killed you! I wanted to kill everyone in this room - I bloody could you know!" Joujou went pale. Her appetite for the delicious food that was placed in front of her vanished. They sat in silence.

---

Meanwhile Drusilla had been having a fabulous time. She had renewed acquaintance with a mink demon called Fifi and her whole body was tingling. The only down side to sex with Fifi was that one kept finding fur for days afterwards! Drusilla decided that she needed a drink and straightening her daring knee-length red beaded dress she went up to the bar. She sipped a pink gin and glanced round. Boring! She had decided to look elsewhere when she spotted them! Two American Sailors, black as ebony and the most beautiful men Dru had ever seen! They were sitting in the corner of the bar, drinking beer and trying not to look impressed by their surroundings.

Dru went over to them and asked politely,

"Excuse me, does the black come off?" (Now, I'm ashamed of her too, but these were different times.)

"No, ma'am," one replied, "Why don't you try for yourself?"

"Oh! May I?" Drusilla put a finger in her mouth and wetted it slowly. The man swallowed as she took his large hand in her tiny cold one and rubbed a little wet on the back of it. "No, it doesn't come off!" She confirmed keeping hold of his hand.

"I'm from England, you know.!" She perched on a bar stool. "I didn't see a black man until I was eleven and I said to my Mummy…"

"Well, ma'am it's been real interesting, but we need to get back to our ship now!"

"Oh dear! That's such a pity! Only I've got some fur caught in my bottom and I was hoping you two kind gentlemen would help me find it!"

The sailors exchanged a glance. She was obviously crazy but she was beautiful. They both nodded at the same time.

"Good!" Drusilla said and coyly moved the hand she was holding to her knee…

---

A little later Joujou and Spike were finishing their gloomy meal. Spike's human face had returned halfway through the second jug of blood. He was still in a searing bad temper though. He could not understand why he had fought so hard to regain control and save the girl. Why hadn't he just fed on Joujou when the urge struck? Drusilla would have been sad for a while, but would forget all about her in no time. A new bracelet and everything would be fine again! No there had to be more to his sparing the girl …

Joujou had only toyed with the fine food on her plate. She now realized that the man that she loved with all her heart could kill her on a whim. Joujou then looked across at the scowling man and was suddenly completely sure that nothing could ever destroy her love for him. She noticed a hubbub of excitement and people crowding into one of the side rooms to gawk at something. Perhaps it would distract Spike, it was worth a try!

Spike agreed to see what was going on with little enthusiasm. Joujou held his cold hand as they entered the crowded room. At first there were far too many people to see what was happening. Many of the crowd were fondling each other's genitals as they watched or openly wanking. Joujou finally caught a glimpse of the main attraction and gasped in shock. She knew how Spike was insanely jealous of Dru and this would enrage him! Drusilla was bent over a Louis XIV chair with her dress hitched up and there were 2 American sailors screwing her simultaneously! One was kneeling behind her and ramming himself into her quim whilst she was accommodating the other in her mouth. All 3 were totally oblivious to their audience or anything else. Even when Spike saw what was happening and bellowed with rage they barely reacted.

Spike's face turned to vampire spontaneously. He started to force his way through the crowd beating people out of his way. Poor Joujou was dragged behind him. He had just got through the crowd when 2 huge pairs of hands seized his arms and picked him kicking and swearing. Spike was ejected from the room by what appeared to be 2 trolls in dinner jackets. He landed in an undignified heap with Joujou tossed on top of him.

"Now stay out when nice people are having fun - You and your monkey too!" the creatures laughed at their own witticism.

Spike got himself to his feet. He knew the rules, Dru could do anything she liked here, but he was still furious. Two sailors! Like a common whore! Bitch! He had to hurt someone, badly. He dragged Joujou into an billiard room and snapped at her,

"Get undressed! Just your dress and panties will do!" Not the most romantic proposal Joujou had ever had, but she imagined it was a good sign that he wanted sex. She stood in front of him semi-naked and feeling oddly self-conscious.

"Alright then, slut, bend over the table!" Joujou did as she was told. She was starting to have a very bad feeling about this. Spike spat into his hand and anointed the girl's anus.

"No! Spike, don't!" Joujou sounded really panicky, "I never do that!"

"Good, you'll be nice and tight for me then!" he leered. "Getting bored of your cunt, want a nice, dirty change!" He was preparing his cock with spit as he spoke. He made a vague attempt at penetrating her hole with a wet finger but gave up, after all he really wanted to cause pain.

"Try to relax!" he advised her, sniggering. Joujou decided that yes, she would do just that. She would endure this and prove her love. Anyway, it couldn't really be that bad, could it? … Yes it really could! Spike rammed the tip of his cock inside Joujou's back passage and her whole world dissolved into pain. She screamed in agony and tried to hit him. This just encouraged him.

"Oh yeah! Hurts, doesn't it? Been there myself, you know!" He thrust again and she screamed. A small crowd was gathering, perhaps the same ones who had been watching Drusilla's performance. They all but drooled at the vampire sodomising the chained human. Eventually Spike fully penetrated her and began to thrust rhythmically. In his mind he was punishing Drusilla through her pet. Joujou was white with shock. She had stopped pleasing the crowd with her screams and could only whimper.

Drusilla, happy from her little adventure wandered into the billiard room to see what was going on. She gasped when she saw Spike misusing her pet so cruelly.

"Stop that this instant, you dirty man!" She commanded and ran to him. At the sound of Drusilla's angry voice Spike ejaculated helplessly. He withdrew carefully. God! He had made a mess of the girl. Waves of shame and remorse flooded through him. He had to make it right, somehow! Drusilla was thrashing him. She was upset but not too badly - he'd be dead already if she had been!

"Give her to me you lout! You're the cruelest wasp in the jam-jar! My poor dear Joujou! I must comfort her!" Drusilla picked the semi-conscious girl up as if she was a baby, found her clothes and headed for the powder room. Then she had another thought,

"Oh, my dance partners just left by the south exit to rejoin their ship!" She volunteered. Spike gave Dru a quick peck on the check and dashed off.

---

A short run and Spike had caught up with the sailors. He stalked them for a while then stealthily got ahead of them. One of the men was laughing then said,

"Man, I'll never forget tonight if I live to be a hundred…"

"No danger of that mate!" Spike materialized from the dark in front of them. Both men were startled and then got ready to fight. They were not phased by the slight Englishman, and anyway they outnumbered him.

"That lady you were having such a memorable time with was my wife!" Not strictly true but close enough for a melodramatic killing!

"Well, we're sure sorry 'bout that but she didn't say nuthin…" the man gasped, "Shit! What happened to your face?"

"He's a vampire!" His friend explained, "What is it wit' you? We get some pussy and she turns out to be the bride of Dracula!"

"Yeah well, it's a bleeding shame innit?" Spike mocked," Main thing is though, I'm going to kill you!"

One of the men made a lunge at Spike and was instantly dead of a broken neck. Spike tutted,

"Now where's the fun in that?" he asked the remaining sailor, who had started to tremble and gibber.

"Look, you don't need to worry about yer mate. You'll be with him again in no time. Come 'ere!" Too terrified to do anything else the mortal obeyed. Spike quickly sunk his teeth into him and drained him dry.

---

Spike got home with barely an half an hour to spare before dawn. The killings had cheered and invigorated him. He had all but forgotten what he'd done to Joujou and was surprised to see her fast asleep in his side of the bed. Drusilla, however was awake and angry. She got out of bed and marched over to Spike.

"Proud of yourself, are you?" she snapped

"Well, it wasn't the hardest kill of my life, but you have to admit they were big buggers weren't they?" he offered his lips to be kissed, "Might still be a taste there, darling." Drusilla was tempted but kept to the point.

"No! You pig! You hurt my poor darling Joujou!" her eyes flashed red in rage.

"Oh and you're a duchess are you? Fucking 2 sailors at once, in front of an audience!"

"I'm as free as bird, at the soirée! So are you! Have a nice time with André did you? Animal!"

"Poppet, you know what I'm like when I'm upset. My blood-lust was already up and when I saw you I just had to hurt someone." All the feelings of guilt and shame poured back and then some . "How is she?" Spike asked quietly.

"Well your fat friend in the robe turns out to be a doctor. He gave her some laudanum to make her sleep and cream for her poor botty. He says she'll be all mended soon."

"Well that's good!" Spike started to take his dinner jacket off.

"Oh no! You don't get to sleep with us girls - Monster!" Drusilla snapped, "Go find a bed of your own! Spike sighed, but knew better than to argue. Stealing one last glance at the deeply sleeping girl he went to find a bed in one of the unused rooms.

He lay awake in misery. He just felt so ashamed for having hurt and humiliated Joujou. Spike was amoral, he could never feel guilt unless -

Spike had to face up to it - he was in love with Joujou!

The next few weeks were unhappy ones for Spike. Joujou was clearly in pain for a while and Spike could do nothing to comfort her. She would not even look at him, let alone let him near enough for him to do what he wanted. He wanted to hold her gently in his arms, kiss her cheeks and tell her over and over again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I love you." For a cold-blooded killer Spike was hopelessly sentimental! It became obvious that her love for him died when he assaulted her. Spike tortured himself, remembering the warm glow of love she'd had for him' and how cruelly he had ignored it. Drusilla had become very protective and affectionate towards the little blonde and refused to let Spike back into their bed or anywhere else for that matter.

Drusilla insisted that they complete the end-of-the-world project with the gargoyles. After all this was their main reason for being in Paris. Spike completed his research and was confident that he could perform the magics necessary to bring them back to life. Whether they would fly 7 times round Paris and restore demon rule to the world was another matter! Still, he would do anything to please Dru. So one cold autumnal night the vampires climbed the 387 steps in the north tower of Notre Dame to the Galerie de Chimières . Drusilla was vivacious with excitement but Spike was dutiful and dour.

"Darling, how can it possibly work ?" he reasoned, "They've not the medieval gargoyles, you know. These aren't even 100 years old!"

"Ah but it's the spirit of the wicked old ones that lives on!" Drusilla danced ecstatically, which is tricky when going up steps, "I have been conversing with the monsters and all shall be well!"

"Wish you'd converse with my monster!" Spike muttered.

"I heard that, naughty!" Dru skipped on ahead. Spike sighed and continued trudging up the stairs.When they got to the top they admired the twinkling lights of Paris way below them.

"It's like a fairy necklace!" Dru enthused.

"Yeah, right!" Spike grouched, "Sodding cold up 'ere!" He lit the lantern and had a look at the nearest gargoyle, "Er, Luv, how's this one supposed to fly?" He had a point, the gargoyle appeared to be an Indian elephant!

"Magic! My darling!" Drusilla trilled, "Come on, read the incantation! We're going to rule the world!"

So Spike read and read in Latin, in a French cathedral, in the freezing cold. He did not really expect anything to happen and so was mildly irritated to see Dru jumping up and down and clapping her hands in glee. He followed her eyes to the gargoyles and his jaw dropped in shock. Surely it was a trick of the light! The stone creatures appeared to be stirring, rubbing their eyes, stretching and even scratching!

"It worked! It worked! I knew it would!" Dru yelled. The gargoyles began to look around with interest.

"Er, what do they eat, Princess?" Spike asked uneasily. Then, one by one the gargoyles shrugged in a irritating Gaelic way, got comfortable again and went back to stony sleep. Dru ran from one to another trying to hit and shake them back to life but it was no use. Finally she stood by the edge of the Galerie, covered her face with her hands and sobbed noisily. With a great effort of will Spike suppressed the urge to say, "I told you so!" Instead he went over to the sobbing child-woman and put a comforting arm around her shoulder.

"There, there, Sweetness…" he began but Dru refused to be comforted and pushed him away - right over the edge of the parapet! Drusilla watched in horror as Spike landed on the tiled roof of the cathedral and slid helplessly down. To her relief his ankle was caught in some decorative metal-work round the guttering. He hung upside down over a stunning panorama of Paris.

"Don't worry my darling, Drusilla will save you!" She shouted to the dangling vamp. Then kicking off her shoes for grip she walked down the stone balustrade of the roof, arms stretched out like a tight-rope walker. Once she got to the edge of the roof she crawled along on all fours until she got to her paramour.

"Now hold still, Mr Wriggly Worm and I'll pull you up!" She reached down as far along him as she could, took hold of his free leg and pulled him up onto the roof. Spike was speechless with terror. Carefully she freed his ankle then helped him back to the Galerie. He stood shivering, hugging his arms to his chest.

"You mad bitch, you nearly killed me!" He managed through chattering teeth. Dru's eyes filled with tears and she put her arms round him.

"I'm so sorry Baby…but I did save you!"

"I wouldn't get too close," he muttered, "I think pissed myself in fright, but I'm too cold to tell."

"I'll feel for you!" Dru offered good-heartedly. She slipped her hands under his thick coat and felt his crotch. "No, you're quite dry - and hard!… Spike! You rotten sticking rat-bag! You tricked me!!"

"Yes I tricked you good and proper!" he grinned. She began to caress him. "Mmmm, that's lovely! Oh Drusilla I really do love you!" They kissed deeply and passionately then he pushed her to the floor of the Galerie, pulled up her skirt and tossed her knickers to the Paris breeze…

---

Joujou was waiting nervously back at the apartment. She knew her captors were doing something important tonight, but not quite what. It would be something bad for mankind, she was sure. Nothing terrible had happened yet, but.. The front door burst open and Spike and Dru came in. Their arms were round each other's waists and they were laughing.

"Total failure!" Spike told the worried blonde.

"Wasn't!" Dru corrected him, "The gargoyles woke up, it's just they went back to sleep again!" Spike was holding Dru from behind and kissing her neck and jaw-line.

"Something else had woken up," he murmured, "And it's not going back to sleep!" Dru giggled, as he pressed himself against her buttocks.

"You're so naughty! We already did it twice!" she told Joujou, "Once in Notre Dame and then once up against a tree in the Champs Elyses! He just couldn't wait! I think I've got splinter in my bottom!"

"Let's go to bed…please!" Spike was pawing Dru's naked rump in the pretence of looking for a splinter.

"Well, since you asked nicely!" Dru giggled, "You coming, Joujou?" The courtesan dutifully followed them into the bedroom. She no longer loved Spike but knew she would not last long if she withheld sex.

Spike had undressed at lightening speed and lay back on the bed watching his ladies disrobe. They were taking their time, pausing to kiss or caress each other, teasing him. Spike admired them both; one brunette and womanly the other blonde and boyish. He was in love with both of them, but in different ways. He did not understand how this was possible, just that he could never choose between them. He sighed and the girls took this as a sign of impatience and giggling came to lay on either side of him.

"I think he needs to be kissed from head to toe," Dru announced," You start at that end and I'll start here!"

Dutifully Joujou started to kiss Spike's feet, but gave this up quickly as Spike was ticklish! She began to kiss and lick up the inside of his calves and then his inner thighs. Meanwhile sire and childe were kissing passionately , Spike mauling Dru's breasts. Soon Joujou had reached his genitals. She began to kiss his balls gently and then slowly kissed and licked her way up his erect penis. Again he chuckled, but this time with pleasure. When Joujou reached his helmet she gave it a few light kisses, making him groan. She glanced at Dru then slowly took his length into her mouth. Soon he was in as far as she could manage and she began to slip him in and out. To her surprise she found was really wanted Spike to be moving inside her - obviously her body was still in love with his, even if she was not!

She prepared to straddle him, but to her surprise Spike stopped her saying,

"No, I want to love you properly."

"Properly?" Dru smiled.

"You, know, give her a really good time!"

"I'm sure we could do that!" Dru purred and working as a team they both pleasured her. The sensation was so intense that she reached orgasm 3 times even before Spike penetrated her. Shortly before his thrusting reached a crescendo he murmured in her ear,

"Je t'aime!" She gave no reply. He tried again "Est ce que tu m'aime un petit peu?"

"Non, pas de tout." She whispered, cruelly, then gasped with pleasure as he made her come over and over again. Spike could not believe that she truly did not love him. Not when she was receiving so much pleasure from him. He delayed his own orgasm till the very last possible moment, when it was almost painful for him to come. He overcame the waves of sleepiness that flooded him and reached out to cradle Joujou lovingly in his arms. To his disappointment she quickly turned away, "Drusilla, darling, let me cuddle you." she crooned, "You've not had any fun at all!"

"No baby girl, I've had oceans of fun tonight!" She looked over at Spike who was lying on his side, his back to them both. She could tell that he was deeply unhappy. She gave the slight blonde a friendly kiss and said, "I think you should sleep in you own bed tonight, darling. It would make a nice change for you."

Joujou pouted but went back to her own room for the first time in weeks.

Drusilla molded her body to her lover's back. He didn't respond, but she knew that he was awake.

"How long have you been in love with Joujou, sweetheart?" Spike turn round to face her alarmed,

"How did you know?" Dru giggled slightly,

"Well, I heard you both just now, silly. She doesn't love you back though, does she?" Spike shook his head suddenly close to tears. "Poor, poor baby! Still Mummy knows the answer!"

"What do you mean? I'm not bloody killing her, if that's what you want!"

"No, not exactly. Spike have you ever sired anyone?"

"No, you know I haven't…" Spike stopped. Of course, "Oh Dru that's brilliant! If I sired Joujou she'd have no choice but to love me. You two think the world of each other anyway and so we could be a happy little vampire trio 'til the end of time!"

"Yes think of the naughty things we could get up to! All the sex too! It would be just yummy!"

"Oh Dru, I really do love you! From the bottom of my still cold heart!" Spike kissed her rapturously. "Come on, let's change her now!"

"Patience, Dear Heart!" Drusilla told him. "You've had a busy night. Let's wait until tomorrow, there's a good boy!" Spike nodded rested his head on her breast and instantly fell asleep, smiling blissfully. Drusilla lay awake for a while, for once wondering if she's made a wise choice…

---

The next evening the vampires treated their pet to a meal in her favorite restaurant. They were as cheerful as a couple of children the night before Christmas. Joujou could not understand why and when she asked Drusilla just replied,

"It's a lovely secret, my dear! You'll see!" Spike smiled and nodded but would not be drawn on the subject.

They came back to the apartment and sat happy and relaxed drinking cognac. Joujou had not felt so content since before the party. In fact looking at the slender young man, with his unkempt light brown hair she had to admit she was feeling stirrings of attraction again. She had a feeling that everything was going to be all right.

"Joujou, darling," Dru began carefully, "Have you ever wondered how Spike became like he is?"

"Well, yes, but I've never liked to ask…I thought it might be personal!" The vamps laughed.

"No, not personal," Spike grinned, "It was Dru here! She found me so irresistible as a human that she turned…"

"I did no such thing - big head! I just happened to be looking for a mate and there you were, sitting on a bale of hay crying your eyes out!"

"I was dead upset! See this snotty bitch had…"

"Well anyway!" Dru continued, "What happened was we had a certain rapport, a sympathy. We talked about how he was too good for this life and that there was another way. Then I asked him if he wanted it."

"Thought she meant a shag!" Spike laughed.

"Yes, always led by your willy!" Dru smirked. "So then I drank some of his blood and gave him a drink of mine and there he was! A beautiful, sexy, wicked vampire!"

"No, darling. I died first, then all that happened. I was buried and climbed out of the ground."

"Yes but I was waiting for you with your new family, Angel and Darla." Dru smiled dreamily, "Angel's my Daddy, you know, but he got a soul.."

"Dru!" Spike scowled.

"That's fascinating!" Joujou sipped her cognac, "So is this what the surprise was, telling me this?"

"No entirely," Spike admitted, "We both think the world of you but, see, we can't go on like this for ever. You're mortal and sooner or later you're gonna die. Joujou, we'd like to make you like us!"

The girl went pale then perhaps because of the cognac or her developing affection for Spike she whispered,

"I think I'd like that!" The vampires smiled and came to sit on either side of her on the sofa. Drusilla kissed her on the lips and held her stroking her hair for a while. Then Spike held her and kissed her lovingly. As he pulled away she saw a film of tears in his eyes.

"See you again soon," he said. "Look at Drusilla now!" He turned to vampire and bit down hard on her jugular. Joujou screamed with the pain and Drusilla tried to soothe her. At last she was semi-conscious and at the crucial point.

"That's enough, Luv." Dru told Spike. He stopped feeding instantly and with his teeth tore a wound in his own wrist. His dark blood poured out and quickly he held the life-giving gash to Joujou's lips. To his surprise she turned her head away in disgust.

"Come on, Sweetie, you've got to drink this!" He tried again, with the same result. He bleed himself into a cognac glass and tried to drip the blood into her mouth, but she just would not swallow. He opened a vein in his other arm and half filled the glass with his own life-blood. He filled her mouth with blood and held her lips and nose closed. She began to suffocate and as soon as Spike allowed her to breathe she spat out the blood all over her would-be sire.

Drusilla was sobbing, heartbroken. Spike shook her roughly and told her,

"Stop your racket and you try - She might prefer you - That'd work wouldn't it?"

"Yes, it might!" she sobbed. Dru undid the front of her dress and made a deep scratch in her breast. Spike held Joujou to Drusilla's breast like a suckling child. It was no use. The best they could do was get a little blood into her mouth, but she stubbornly refused to swallow it. Drusilla held the dying woman in her arms and wept. Spike sat with his head in his hands, trying to come up with a clever idea to save the day. All he knew was that he'd killed someone he loved.

Joujou stirred. She was a terrible sight, ghastly pale and drenched with blood. She looked at Drusilla, with failing eyesight.

"Don't cry Dru!" she whispered, "I'll be fine! Where's Spike?"

"Here Darling," he answered, "Try not to talk. We'll get you to a hospital. They can do wonders these days.."

"Je t'aime, Spike" she murmured then fainted. As the helpless vampires watched, her breathing became shallow, her pulse became slow and thready then stopped.

Drusilla screamed "It's all my fault!" and began to howl hysterically. Spike roared with rage and swept the ornaments of the mantelpiece, then went on to destroy everything he could in the salon. In his anger he could feel nothing but disgust for the snivelling female. He screamed

"Shut your racket you silly bitch!" at Dru and when this only made her worse he yelled, "I'm off out!" and stormed out of the apartment, still covered in blood.

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A month or so later Spike returned to the apartment. The lights were not working and it was so dark and silent that at first he thought Drusilla had left for good. He was not afraid of the dark but flicked into life the lighter that André given him. The place seemed deserted and yet…

"Dru! Dru baby! Are you there?" he called softly, suddenly afraid of the ghosts he might wake. There was a faint rustling and he hurried to the salon.

Dru was sitting in the sofa in the same place she had been in that dreadful night. He half expected her to be embracing a rotting corpse, but no, she had disposed of the body. He crept up to her and whispered, so as not to startle her,

"Dru, honey. I'm home!" Drusilla turned dull eyes to look at him. She was still wearing the same dress she had worn that night and had neglected to wash or even comb her hair. Her grubby face was streaked with tears.

"Spike, is it really you?" she drawled, "I've been such a naughty girl. You'll never love me again."

"I know baby," he took her in his arms and held her close, "Phew! You really do stink, kid!" Drusilla hiccoughed a laugh and Spike kissed her forehead. "When did you last eat? You're all skin and bone!"

"Don't know! There's little mice gnawing in my tummy, but I was so sad I couldn't feel them any more. I'm such a bad girl Spike!"

"Yes I know, or at least I think I do. You hypnotized Joujou so that she wouldn't swallow blood, didn't you?" Dru nodded and began to cry again. "I thought you loved her too."

"I did, but then I started to think and I was scared that she would steal you away from me. I couldn't live without you, my William, I really couldn't!"

"You are going to live and we are going to be together for nearly 100 years! André saw our future together. He told me that together we'll be strong and happy but apart…"

"That horrid fairy! What does he know!" Drusilla and André detested each other, partly because they both loved the same man but also because they had similar clairvoyant gifts.

"He knew enough to send me home to you, my darling. I was having a great time living with him. He showed me how to dress a la mode." He moved the higher to show her how exquisitely he was dressed.

"One night we got drunk and he took me down to the salon and …" he illuminated his hair. It was cut short and modern but bleached platinum blonde, like Joujou's.

"Why you look gorgeous, my darling!" Dru enthused. "Just like Joujou, but this time with a willy! What a lovely surprise!" then her mood plummeted again. "She was such a poor little thing! I held her until she was as cold as me, but I knew she had no demon so she was dead. Then I had a good idea. I woke up that sexton, the one who's always drunk, and bribed him to bury her in the cemetery. I hoped that she would come back as a minion. We could have still loved her… I waited every night for a week but she was truly dead… dead as mutton!" she began to cry into Spike's stylishly clad chest.

"Don't cry, poppet!" Which would you like first, a hot bath or a nice fat meal?"

"Oh a bath! I didn't know how to make the water hot and I want to be all clean and pretty again for you, my beautiful boy!"

Spike smiled, Drusilla was on the mend again. She was incredibly resilient but still, all the while his hair was this ridiculous nancy-boy color they would both remember Joujou.

 

~Fin~