Randy + Joan 4 Ever 1
By Steph
Rating- R (for smut)
Pairing- R/J aka S/B
Summary- In the Amnesiaverse, Randy has a revelation.
Feedback- PLEASE!!!!
Note - *** indicated text from a book, read silently or aloud
Thanks to Marie-Claude, my smut cheerleader.
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Randy watched the sunlight play across Joan's hair.    He spent a lot of time
watching her, he realized.  Wondered if that was always the case. Wondered if
one of the tables in the store didn't have their initials carved into it, with
him acting like a highschooler in study hall... They had all worked tirelessly
in the three days since they had awoken with amnesia, yet there was still so
much they didn't know.

He did know that he didn't live with his Dad.  There had been no sign of
clothing Randy's size in Rupert's apartment, so Randy had taken to living in
the cellar of the Magic Box.  Not a bad place for a vampire, he thought.  Even
a vampire with a soul, a noble vampire, needed protection from the sun.  Which
brought him back to the topic at hand. Sunlight. Joan's hair.  He loved-

The thought brought him up short. Randy felt like he loved Joan.  In the past
72 hours, he had never been far from her side, needing to keep her in his
sight, close enough to touch. And she had seemingly felt the same. But the
books he had been reading voraciously said that vampires could not truly love.
But, he reasoned, a vampire with a soul... a vampire who fought other vampires,
aligned himself with a small band of valiant fighters... surely such a creature
could love.  And for a vampire to love a vampire hunter; the romantic in his
soul nearly swooned.

As the woman in question over a large dusty tome, Randy continued to
contemplate the sunlight that played across her golden head, gilding the skin
of her shoulders and neck. Soft, smooth skin, flawless.... almost.

There, where tendrils of her hair caressed the joining of throat and shoulder,
there was a scar.  It looked like... ye gods, it was a bite.  A vampire bite.
Something in him howled at the realization.  Something dark, primal.  Something
not altogether unfamiliar.  Something disturbing.    But there was still so
much missing from the picture, he dared not jump to conclusions.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, he applied himself to the equally large
tome on the table in front of him.  Surely, together they would find out why
they had no memory, and remedy the situation.  Until then, Randy the Noble
Vampire and Joan The Vampire Hunter, would watch over Sunnydale as a team.

***
It was dark in The Magic Box. The sun had not yet set, but the rest of The
Band, as they had begun to call themselves, had filed out to find nourishment.
Randy sat with a mug of warm blood, reading.  A passage caught his eye, making
some of the liquid slosh over his hand  when the mug clattered to the table.

***More powerful Vampires often have human thralls in addition to their
minions.
Scarring is common in this situation, as in Mating. Due to their advanced age,
they rarely take human mates.***

Randy stared, horrified, at the book.  Slamming his current book down, he
sprinted up the ladder to pull another volume from Dad's collection.  Index...
okay... Vampires... blood rites, capture of, decapitation of... there!
Enthrallment by page 246.

***Enthrallment by a vampire is a seductive, gradual thing.  Humans, and other
suitably-blooded demons can be enthralled by a vampire...***

No.  Multiple bites needed.  That's not it.    Back to the Index.  Fire and...
Gem of Amara... why did that make him wince?  Korach blood and... Mating! On
page 549.

***Like the creation of childer, mating requires the exchange of blood.
However,
unlike Siring, Mating will leave permanent scarring. ***

Mating.  Master Vampire. Scar. Mate.  The words, and some disturbing
accompanying images roared through his head, distracting him. Randy didn't hear
the bell above the shop door when it rang.  He continued to read.

***The process by which a Master Vampire selects and secures a Mate is of great
speculation. There is little to no anecdotal record, and no empirical evidence.
 See Chronicles of the Vampyre by Leonard Pryce. ***

That particular book was surprisingly small, novel-sized even.  In the style
of, how he knew this he didn't understand, turn- of -the- century 'penny
dreadfuls'.  The cover was a lurid sketch of a fanged man bent over the neck of
a partially clothed woman, both in clothing appropriate to about 1880.  He had
just begun to read when-

"Geez, Randy. Bodice-rippers?  Nice taste in reading!"  Joan chirped, looking
at the book cover.

"Gah!" Randy yelled, startled, the book falling to the floor.  He glared at
her, shaking off his gameface.  "Don't sneak up on a vampire, Joan, unless you
want to kill him!"

"I'll remember that" she smirked at him good-naturedly.  "But, still, whatcha
reading that trash for?"

"Um, research?" Randy hedged.

"Riiiiggght.  And I'll just rent "The Lost Boys" and we'll call it even."

"The what?"

"'The Lost Boys'. Vampire movie. Lots of handsome guys..." Joan teased.

"How is it you can remember the name and content of a movie, but nothing else?"

"Your Dad explained it... its..."

"Please, Joan, I've had my fill of Dear Old Dad today." Randy groused, "I
should wonder what he was like before I was old enough for him to lecture."

"Suck it up, Deadboy.  He's your Dad.  And Dad says we patrol tonight. You good
to go?"

"Um. Yes. No. Um... Joan, we need to talk"

"Oh god, we really ARE dating and you've just now remembered you want to break
up with me, right?"

"No. Well, not exactly"

"Not exactly WHAT?"

"I don't want to break up with you, Joan.  Quite the opposite. And I think
there's more to it... Um, hence the book."  He picked the book up from where it
had fallen.  It fell open to a sketch.

"Eww, Randy.  Nice book. Vampire porno?  Gross!!"  Joan was fascinated,
repelled, unable to look away.The illustration on the page was labeled "Mating"
and showed a naked woman, presumably human, in flagrante delicto with a
vampire. While the accompanying text made no mention of preferred vampire sex
positions, the artist had chosen to portray the couple in a large wing chair.
The woman was impaled atop her vampire lover, facing the reader; the vampire's
hands cupping her breasts, his fangs deep in her throat. Her head was thrown
back, not just for easy access, but in obvious ecstasy. For a simply drawn
piece, it was compelling.

Randy could feel the heat from Joan's blush; hear the increased rate of her
heartbeat.  The hand she had put on his forearm to look more closely at the
book clutched into his sleeve.  He feared she was repulsed.  Closing the book
with a snap, he hurried to explain.

"Joan," he began, "Even though we've lost our memories, there are deep-seated
feelings that remain between us, all of us.  Yes?"  At her nod, he continued.
"You may not remember why, but you do KNOW that I would never willingly hurt
you. And so do I, for that matter.  So I ask you to hear me out on this, before
considering any -um- irrevocable action."

Joan was clearly puzzled, and appeared to be growing nervous.  Randy hurried on
with his thoughts.

"Your scar," he said, reaching out to trace the mark with gentle fingers. " I
noticed it today and felt- something.  Something  worrisome.  Do you know
what kind of mark it is?"

Joan covered Randy's hand with her own, and then gave a small shiver as the
contact zinged across her nerves. "I didn't notice it until now. Until you-
until WE touched it.  What is it?"

"I'm afraid it's a vampire bite. And I think its mine."
 

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