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Part 2
She woke up slowly, the darkness that had surrounded her like a blanket of death slowly peeled back as what could only be described as ‘it’ seeped into her being. It burned and made her insides churn. It called to her most primal self to take a bite out of anything close enough for her to reach. It demanded the presence of its Sire. And It was hungry.
The demon inside of her stirred, arms outstretched as It gracefully rose to take control of her body, her shell. Its mouth hung wide open inside of her head, fangs dripping saliva as It sang to her of blood, of the taste and texture and feel of it as it slid down her throat. It whispered secrets in her head about the life giving red liquid, how easy it was to take from mortals, how simple, how good it tasted when they fought back, when they ran scared. When they screamed!
Her stomach growled as the demon continued to feed her thoughts, mortal blood, demon blood, Sire’s blood. That gave her a start, as the demon seemed to hum at the thought, eyes rolled back in Its head and its mouth hung open wider. Fingers curled into claws as It struggled against the ex-mortals subconscious, desperate to be with its Sire.
Reaching out Its senses as only a vampire can, the demon searched the building for Its maker. Listening for the sounds of his footsteps, the smell of his own demon, the taste of him in the air and as he entered the room, the demon grew aroused. Smelling itself floating through the room, It growled deep in the ex-mortals throat and still she would not wake.
As the live, warm, pulsing body was dropped in front of It the demon snapped. Claws out, It reached for the body, hooking the clothing and pulling the squirming figure closer. Mouth opened further now and fang elongated as ridges formed. The smell of fear surrounding the room, combined with the sweet thump-thump of the blood seduced the demon into frenzy. Without another thought, It struck, fangs embedded into the mortal’s tender throat, a screamed slipped past his lips as It fed from him, and the demon was spurred on by it.
As It felt the heart beat slow, the demon loosened its grip on the dying mortal and as the human slipped down onto the floor with a ‘crack’, hazel eyes looked around the room taking in the stone walls and the cold, stone floor she had dropped her diner on. The bed she lay on was sparse and comfy, covered in blood red satin sheets that must have belonged to Spike last year and a black comforter folded up at the bottom. Slowly her head raised, her eyes focused on a man standing in the corner of the room, draped in shadows watching her appreciatively.
“Sire.” She murmured her whispered invitation to him.
As the word slipped past her lips her demon rejoiced, she welcomed him to her- their -bed and he accepted. The demon sang inside of her, the borrowed blood pumped through her veins in arousal and anticipation.
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As he drank the last of her blood and exchanged it with his own, he laid her out next to him until her heart stilled. Lying spooned behind her he sighed contentedly as he watched her sleep. She would rise by the next night; he had much to prepare for.
Standing unsteadily, tired from the blood loss and as the unbearable pain of losing a Childe ripped through him and made itself known, he made his way through the familiar mansion, seeking out his minions, all of which seemed to be missing as did his Grand Childes and Angelus, their pet. The only answer his addled brain seemed to conjure was magic, there was a portal, and Hell, and another portal and then his angel stood before him in tears. It was magic, he was sure; it had taken him away from the pain of loss, and given him a second chance with his love.
Finding his way to their old room, Spike hurried inside almost giddy with the thought of his new found answer swirling in his brain. He pulled covers and blankets out of cupboards and hastily made up the bed. He ran back to the main entrance where he left his slumbering Childe, scooping her into his arms he carried her back to the bedroom carefully, and softly placed her down upon the queen sized bed in the centre of the room.
Hesitant to leave her but knowing she needed fresh food once she awoke; he was torn between fetching her something and waiting beside her. Eventually the need to feed his Childe won out and he ran out of the mansion into the night. He found a loitering minion in one of the cemeteries and raising himself to full height he imposingly stalked towards the child-vampire.
“Master Spike.” The minion shouted, throwing himself to the floor in front of Spike. Spike gave him an odd look and the minion grinned. “I knew you’d never leave us! That you’d never betray us, I knew it.” He shouted enthusiastically as he got off the floor.
Spike nodded slowly, unsure whether he was meant to know the minion or not.
**“Master Spike, I brought what you wanted.” The young vampire beamed at his Sire, holding out the package in his hands, carefully wrapped and topped with a bow as requested.
“Put it over there with the other gifts.” He ordered looking over the arrangements and considering some last minute changes, Spike didn’t pay much attention when the younger vampire walked away with a crestfallen look upon his face.
He stopped at the table, placing the gift down and turned to face his Sire’s back again. “Sire? I- may I have permission to add a gift of my own?” He asked eyes downcast and voice wavering in undisguised terror.
Spike tilted his head to the side at the minion’s unusual request. For his lovers 17th human birthday he was throwing a no-expense barred all-out party, with everything she’d ever wanted or could ever dream of wanting. Never, out of all the minions he had sent on errands for his girl ever had the gall to take interest in her. The only one who ever did was made a bloody example of, for just staring at her too long. Now this minion wanted to give her a present of his own.
Shrugging Spike nodded his head in the direction of the other gifts and hesitantly the minion pulled a small velvet box out of his jeans pocket, placing it gently atop the other larger, more extravagant gifts she was receiving from her blood family. As the minion smiled at the box and turned to walk away Spike called him over.
Standing in front of his Master the young vamp eyes him in trepidation and swallowed noisily.
“What’s you name, mate?” Spike grumbled around a cigarette.
“D-Danie-l.” The vampire stuttered.
“I assume you mean Daniel?” Spike joked, trying to lighten the humour, it seemed to work as the minion smiled and ducked his head again. “Tell me, why do you want to give her a gift?” The blond asked in unveiled curiosity.
“Because, she’s our Mistress and it seems fitting. It’s her birthday and she’s not, maybe she’d be… she misses her… mother and I thought, that maybe she might like a…”
“I didn’t get a bleedin’ word ‘f that, mate. In English if you will?” Spike groused.
“She seems a little unhappy, and I thought if I participated in human customs, giving her gifts, she might be happier. She misses her mother, and has no friends, just family. The others were too scared of you to join in, but I felt bad for her and I’m willing to take my punishment now.” Daniel stood up straight and tried to seem unafraid as he faced Spike. Spike nodded.
“Thank you. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it. Now, go back to work.” Daniel’s eyes widened in surprise and he took off running out the room before his Master could change his mind. **
“Daniel?” Spike whispered to himself, eyes glazed over as his memories assaulted him. Somehow he figured that hadn’t happened here.
Daniels eyes widened again in surprise, despite the change in years he looked exactly the same down to his outfit, not that Spike could differentiate without knowing what year this was.
“Your Mistress needs food. Find someone and take them to the mansion. Gather the others.” Spike commanded.
“Others?” Spike nodded. “There aren’t any. They sided with Angelus, Sire, the slayer killed them. And you, you killed some too.” Daniel took a step back at the thunderous look that crossed his Masters face. No matter whether Angelus came back or not Daniel had stayed loyal to the bleached blond vampire to the end.
“There are none?” Spike frowned. “Buffy still needs food.” He said casually, dismissing the subject of having no followers. He figured it wouldn’t take long to get more.
“There are some… Buffy? The SLAYER?”
“Yes, my Childe. Who were you expecting?” He raised an eyebrow, unable to wait, the suspense of knowing who he shared this life with was killing him.
“Mistress Dru-Drusilla, Sire.” Spikes jaw dropped. The name still held so much pain in his heart. His throat tightened and tears sprang to his eyes. Losing a Sire was as painful as losing a Childe, he’d know, he had lost both.
“Feed Buffy.” He snapped and stormed off towards the mansion.
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“Sire.” She murmured her voice thick with desire and power.
Moving towards her, gratefully accepting her freely given invitation, he crawled up on the bed and slinked towards her. Hands balled so he rested on his knuckles he crawled to rest above her and pressed his cool lips to hers, still warm from the blood she’d ingested. His tongue slid out to trace her bottom lip, rubbing over the seam until they parted and allowed him to slip the appendage inside her moist, warm cavern.
One hand sneaked down to the waist band of her pants and tugged on them. She let out a moan of pleasure as his tongue toyed with her own.
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