Title: Demons
Part: #1
Disclaimer: The characters from the series Buffy the Vampire Slayer are not mine, they are the creation of Joss Whedon's genius and Mutant Enemy.If you plan on posting this on your web site please include my name and the disclaimer, and notify me.
Rating: R
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He told me the things I wanted to hear, and I gave in to him, my first. I let him in, I let him because he told me he loved me.
I woke up expecting to see my lovers face, I didn’t, he wasn’t there, I was alone. It was my greatest fear, and it had just been realised. I felt so used, I had been, and all his friends knew how ‘easy’ I was. And as he brushed me off in front of them I realised he was moving on to the next.
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It had been a month and it still hurt, being used like that. I got dresses and I went out to dance the pain away and escape the hurt for a little while at the very least. I entered the club and moved to the dance floor and began to block out the events of the last month. I had been in this club many times before and all the males looked, they always did, pathetic lowly creatures. But this time I was being watched, hunted almost. I felt a pair of eyes on me that I had never felt before and they seemed to stare right through me. They left me naked, I didn’t like not being in charge, ever since that night. So I left to move on to the next club. I moved in to the ally and I was jumped by three men and I was push to the ground. They tore at my clothes and they ripped my flesh, and I didn’t fight, I guess a part of me though maybe they will end this hell for me after they are done. Something I had been trying to do over the last weeks with no success. They spoke and spat on me and laughted at me, I lay there motion less, until I felt his eyes on me again.
“What do we have here?” He asked as he stared down at the mess that was my body and the three tugs that towered over me. I still lay motionless as the male next to my head answered.
“What the hell does it look like buddy, if you want a piece stick round if not piss off we – are – busy” he answered.
“I don’t thing that lady is exactly what you’d call consenting boy”
“And who said she had a choice, she was asking for it dancing like that it front of us, and don’t call me boy”.
The strangers face changed and he picked up the thug like he wasn’t there and said “I’ll call you what ever I please child and you would do well to leave”. Typical males they didn’t, I watched as the stranger ripped them limb from limb and bathed in their blood.
He turned to me, I still lay there broken, naked and now scared out of reasonable thought. He walked over, his face returning from its ridged features to his sculptured check bones and attractive human features. I froze. He took off his long jacket and as he picked me up he wrapped me in it. He said something as I drifted in to unconsciousness, “I wont hurt you”. I believed him, I believed a creature more that I trusted men.
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It was dark, and my body ached. I felt a cool cloth graze over my naked breasts soothing the throbbing pain and washing away the blood. I knew he could feel me regaining consciousness because he quickly finished what he was doing and covered me up so I could keep the little dignity I had left in tact. He pressed another cool cloth to my head as my eyes began to flutter open. I could feel my face swollen especially my lips. But I forced my eyes open and surveyed the 19th century bed and the heavly curtained windows and the creature that saved me from being raped and possibly being killed.
“So luv you’ve decided to re-join me, you’ve been out for a while, cant say I blame you” His voice said, it was deep and sexy and had an English accent.
“Who are you?” I asked a little afraid of the answer.
“Hmm I think what am I is a more valid question don’t you? My name is William, but everyone calls me Spike”.
“Why Spike?” I interrupted.
“Trust me when I say you don’t want to know. And yes, I am a vampire and no I am not going to bite you. Not yet anyways”.
“A-a-a vampire? Oh is that why you were watching me? Cause you were going to drink my blood?”
“Not exactly, truthfully I liked the way your body moved, it was almost hypnotising. I was just watching I had no intention of feeding from you. And I cant keep calling you, you so what other than that may I call you?”
“Xaria” I replied softly.
“Now that is a name you don’t often hear”
“Sort of like Spike? No, my mother had a weird sense of humour”.
“Well she must have been quite a woman to have given birth to something as enchanting as you pet”
“That’s very nice of you to say but if what you want is sex the answer is ‘no’ sorry. I have been used enough for one lifetime”.
“You misunderstand, I was simply paying you a complement, and luv in the state you were in and are still in, do you really think if I wanted something you’d be in the position to refuse?”
“I guess not, its funny, you are the most human male I think I have ever met and well you’re a demon, a thing that goes bump in the night”.
“Hmm I don’t know if I like being called human, honestly luv I like what I am”.
“I didn’t mean to offend you”.
“You didn’t, I just don’t want to give you any misconceptions, I am what I am and I wouldn’t want to be anything else. And I don’t know why I am telling a strange girl, that I literally picked up outside a nightclub”
“Maybe I just have a honest face”
“At the moment you have a swollen face, but I think it might be your eyes. They are so different, beautiful,” He said as he ran one of his cool figures down my swollen face. He gave me chills and no matter how much I tried to deny it, I was attracted to him, and my body made sure I knew exactly how much so. I felt so stupid, I didn’t even know him and he was affected me.
“If you keep giving me complement I might just get use to it”.
“And is that such a bad scenario? The sun is down, I need to feed, stay here and I’ll sort something out when I get back”.
“You’re leaving me?”
“Yes I have to, but I will be back I promise, and you will be safe here I swear”
“I believe you”
“Good, sleep” Spike said as he gently forced my eyes closed.
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He did return and we talked again, I couldn’t believe how at ease he made me feel.
I was better and I need to be at work the next day, so he walked me home and my empty apartment.
“You live alone?” Spike asked surprised.
“Yes, my parents died a year ago, so all the assets were split up and I moved in when I was 17”.
“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry”.
“You weren’t and I don’t mind, talking about it keeps their memory alive. Well this is it. I know this sounds corny but will I see you again?”
“I don’t know, if it’s meant then I guess so, fates a funny creature”.
“That it is, good bye,” I said as I kissed him on the cheek. As I pulled my head my head back I felt his hand slip to the back of my head and tangle in my hair. He pushed my lips to him and kissed me with a passion I would never have expected after such a short time. He broke away, stared in to my eyes and them turned and left, without a goodbye.
Getting through the next week at work was pure hell, I couldn’t concentrate on anything. When the weekend came I when out like usual and danced and was free. William, Spike had taken away all the hurt that I was feeling and left a desire so deep it threatened to consume me.
He didn’t show up, but what was I expecting? I left the club a little dejected in to the same ally as the week before. And the same as the week before a man jumped out, but this time he was a little more serious he had a knife. I dodged but the knife still grazed me and I fell to the ground and backed up against the wall. This week was different, I cared, and I didn’t want to die.
“So you’re the bitch that had my brother killed,” The man said in a low and shaky voice. He lunged at me, but before the knife could cut me someone covered me. I heard the knife enter and I cringed. I also hear the person covering me pull it out of his back. He stood up, and it was as I expected, Spike. He turned to the attacker his beautiful human features giving way to the demon.
“No” Spike said, “she had very little to do with your brothers death, mainly…. It was me, and yeah I enjoyed it about as much as I am going to enjoy this” It didn’t take long for the fight to be over and the boy to be in pieces. Spike turned to me and said “you really cant stay out of trouble, can you?” As he said this he fell to his knee’s. I was horrified, blood oozed out of the deep wound in his back, a wound that narrowly missed his spine. Somehow I composed myself enough to help him to his feet and get him to my apartment. I mean there was no way I could take him to the hospital, clinically he died about 150 years prior to this incident. I got him inside and gently got him to lie face down on my bed. I stepped back to see a deep, crimson trail of blood. I then made the mistake of looking down at myself, I too was soaked in his blood, and I was not handeling this predicament well. But Spike soon got my mind off the blood, me moaned in both weakness and pain, I realised I had to stop the bleeding. I rushed out of my small room and in to the linen closet and garbed a mass of towels. I returned to my room to see him slumped in a sitting position. I again rushed to him and reached around his back and pressed a clean towel to his blood soaked back. He hissed in pain and pushed forward against me buring his head in my neck. I cringed knowing that I was hurting him more after he suffered this injury for me. Then I felt it, he was kissing the neep of my neck. I didn’t know weather it was as a come on or because he needed to feed. I soon found out when he roughly pushed me away and backed against my wall, covering his face, which at the time was in riged and vampiric. I knew that he didn’t want to feed from me, and that for him not to have taken me the first time we met I knew that he was attracted to me. And well, it was no secret that I felt for him. I didn’t like taking chances, I never was big on change, but something compelled me to do what I did next. I got up on my hands and knees and crawled over to him. I sat in front of him and pushed his hands from his face. “Don’t,” he hissed. I ignored what I knew would be my last warning from him, I traced his ridges with one of my figures. He stared at me… He sated right through me, with his gold, pain filled eyes. I breathed out and crawled in to his lap, wrapping my legs around his back holding the towel pressed up against his wound in place. I moved my hair and tilted my head to expose my veins and hot blood pumping below the surface. “You don’t know what your doing” he said fighting for control. “if I taste you, I might not be able to stop, what then?” he growled.
“Then” I said softly “I guess I will have eternity to regret it”.
“Are you giving me permission to turn you? Are you mad?”
“Maybe, and you are the first person who has ever seen passed my body, I want to at least catch a movie, although I guess it will be a late session though”.
“This is no joke girl”.
“I know, I wasn’t joking”. As I said it his large rough hand reached behind my head, but instead of drinking my blood, he drank of my lips. He kissed down my jaw and back to my neck, he brushed it his thumb and whispered for me to try to relax, he said he want to hurt me as little as possible. I relaxed and he bit down hard on my neck, I winced, but the pain soon gave way to pleasure and I let go. He pushed me down on the bed and continued to drink, I felt his full weight and he confirmed that he was attracted to me. I closed my eyes and let the life drain out of me and in to him, the last things I remember from my mortal life were a twinge of pain as Spike removed his fangs from my neck and gently licked and kissed the wound on my neck. I remember the sound of a glass next to my bed being shattered, and then I remember feeling his lips again, but this time they were kissing a mixture of his and my blood in to my mouth, he forced it down my throat and I swallowed, it tasted sweet. And that is the last thing I recall. Dieing didn’t hurt, and there was no tunnel and no light and my family, there weren’t there to meet me. It was just black, and empty. But I wasn’t scared or unhappy, it was a comfortable.
My eyes snapped open, and I knew I was no longer in my bed but the surroundings were familiar. I was back in Spike’s bed, surrounded by his smell and with his taste still fresh in my mouth. His hand stroked my face to reassure me of his presence, but I could feel him there, I had been able to for a little while. It made me feel safe, he made me feel safe. I felt weak and my body felt heavy. I moaned in fatigue. “I am sorry lvu” came Spike’s voice from beside me. “I took too much blood and you were to far gone to take in enough of mine to give you some energy. But that’s nothing I cant fix now” he finished climbing on to the bed and lifting me upright. He thrust my head in to his neck and like an automatic reaction, I bit in to him and let his blood flow freely in to my mouth and drip down my throat. His blood was powerful and I couldn’t get enough, but I forced myself to pull away. I stared at him through my own vampiric eyes and ridges and he ran his hand down my face. He kissed me. He kissed all of me. The rest of the day when in a blur of passion and nakedness. I slept deeply against him, and the best part? When I woke up… he was there, beside me, staring softly in to my eyes. It was a mystery to me and still remains to be one today after 100 years of living with him and loving him. How could a demon love more sincerely than any mortal? And how could a demon’s love be so powerful and true, when men don’t know what love is. I suppose we all have our inner demons, some just chose to hide behind a human face…