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Things DO Go Bump
Part 2 of `Pet Please Series'
Sequel to `Chance Encounters'
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/X
Summary: Spike has found himself and new pet and brings him home to meet
Dru. She's not happy and makes that quite clear. Spike introduces Xander to what really goes bump in the night. Set pre-season 1 of
BtVS. Told from Spike's POV
Warnings: Slash m/m, Hurt/Comfort, slight BDSM
Disclaimer: I was not the brilliant one who came up with the characters; they belong to Joss and Co. However, I do enjoy using them. =0)
Distribution: INAP, SoG, and anyone else I post to. All others just ask. All of my fiction can be found on my website
http://www.angelfire.com/vamp/claudia6913
Author's Notes: In my fic Xander is 16, assuming he was born in 1980.
Feedback: Please?! ghoztstarz@yahoo.com
Right, so I didn't bloody well expect a rousing welcome when I brought my new Pet home. Maybe a bit of fawning over him would've been nice. I didn't expect Dru to go crazy either, well crazier at least. She had a right fit she did, saying something about filth and stars' saying it was all wrong. It was all I could do to keep her from raking her nails down the boy's back as I took him to one of the empty rooms. You'd think he was here to stake her or something.
I go into the room and lay him down. I look at him, really look at him. Brown hair, barely any hair on his face. He's not bad, not bad at all. Still got some growing to do, but he's the teenage lean. I look at my mark on his neck. Mine. My Pet. He's passed out now. No need to tie him up…yet. Save the good stuff for when he's awake to enjoy and appreciate it.
I go and take care of my Princess. I have to hold her hands to keep her from ripping at her hair. "Shh love. It's ok," I say rocking her close to me. I keep saying those things that calm her.
"Nothing is right. It's all wrong. Going to leave me, you are. The stars are singing telling me of times ending. I don't want them to end, not that way," she rambles. I don't have a bloody clue what she's talking about. You would think if the sodding stars wanted her to know something they'd tell her straight instead of this arse over elbow way they've got.
Suddenly she stands up swaying and starts dancing and singing. "They sing...sing, sing, sing...telling of our time, the time it ends." Ri-ight.
"You want someone to eat love?" I ask. She's still weak from the mob in Prauge. I have my smartest minion working on a cure. David, or Darrell, or Dalton or something like that. Never was good at names. Not that smart obviously since he hasn't found anything yet. Bloody hard to find decent help these days.
"Ohh, can I have the pretty little boy you brought? Did you bring him for me Spike?"
"No luv, I didn't. I'm sure we can find someone that looks like him then if that's what you want."
"Miss Edith says Mommy's not allowed to have Spike's precious boy. She say's Spike would get very cross with Mommy."
"Yes, well, I guess the bloody doll knows best, eh? So Princess, how's about that hunt?" I ask. Maybe I can play with my Pet while she's gone. Assuming that is she doesn't want or need me to come along.
"Hmm, yes," she says swaying and licking her lips.
"Right then, shall we go luv?"
"No, you have to stay here and play. Naughty Spike trying to leave his precious boy alone. Daddy taught you better then that. Now go, go play!"
"You sure luv? I can always play later."
"Go! Do not be naughty Spike. Miss Edith says if you do not stay, your boy will not last."
Before I can say anything more, she turns and walks out. I motion one of the minions to follow her. I don't like my Princess going out alone. Rumor is there's a new Slayer, only be a bit before she makes it to the Hellmouth. Might be able to bag me another Slayer.
I still don't know what just bloody happened with Dru. One minute she's spouting about things ending, then she tells me to go play. Makes me wonder just how much she understands. Though, playing with my new Pet does seem like a good idea. Wonder if the whelp is consious yet.
I walk into the room I left him in. He is curled in a fetal position, faking sleep. The beating of his heart is too rapid for sleep, the breaths not shallow enough. Though I will give him points for trying. I walk over to stand over him, slight shivers run through his body. The boy knows I'm here, and yet still clings to the hope I won't think he's awake.
"Oi, pet, time to get up," I say nudging him with my boot. My new Pet is still lying there like a bloody sack of potatoes. This just won't do. I kick him a little harer, bringing a gasp of pain. Ah, there we go. The fear is so thick it's almost dripping off the boy, small sobs escape his hold. I inhale deeply and smile. Bloody hell I've missed this. Fear smells so much different on a human than it does on minions. It's just not the same.
Crouching down close to his ear I say, "If you don't get up Pet, you will make me angry, and you really don't want to get me angry." I hold back a chuckle as his body stiffens. "On second thought, go ahead make me angry, but it'll be your blood bath." That gets me a nice wide-eyed look from the boy.
"Right, so now that we've established your lack of faking sleep, stand up," I say taking a step away from him. His heart is beating an undying rythym, getting ever louder, ever faster. Damn I could listen to that music all day. I barely hear the boy scuffle to stand.
"Who are you?" he asks, voice only shaking a little. I backhand him, not hard enough to break anything, just to jerk his head and get his attention. He's not playing by the rules. Red marks show beautifully on his skin, the blood coming to the surface, calling to me.
"I ask the question's Pet, you just stand there and only speak when I give you permission. Answer all my questions with a Yes Master, or No Master, unless I tell you otherwise. Got it?" The whelp just nods. He's a little too complacent for me. I like them to talk back, let's me have a little bit of fun.
"So, what did you want to ask?" He looks at me like that isn't the question he was expecting.
"Oh, uhh, who are you?" he asks, stuttering a bit. I backhand him again. A little harder this time and it takes him to his knees. He's holding his face where I hit him, looking up at me with impossibly huge eyes. Ah yes, this is bloody fun now!
"You forgot something Pet." Let's see if the whelp is smart. He just sits there, on his knees.
"Well?" I ask after a few beats of silence. Studing the boy, I can see he's drawing in on himself. Closing himself off from the pain and the reality of the situation. I growl. It's no bloody good if he's not here to enjoy it with me.
There is a small amount of blood gathered at the corner of his mouth. Such sweet virgin blood, tainted with enough of the boy's fear to be slightly tangy. A heady mixture to be sure. His expressing is glazed over now. Lost somewhere in that head of his. Violence will no longer get his attention. I've seen that look before, hell I've been the cause of that look.
I walk up close to him, our bodies only inches away. I can feel the heat coming off of him, and I revel in it for a minute. Reaching down I grab his face in my hands and lick the traces of blood from the corner of his mouth, drawing him up to stand with me. He comes to, stumbling backwards with a yelp, and lands on his arse.
I break out in uproarus laughter, startling my Pet and making him fall back again. He's wide-eyed starting at me.
"Bloody priceless," I say. "Should have gotten that on film, Pet. Maybe I could have sent it off to one of those shows on the tele." I break off my laughter suddenly and drain all emotion from my face with practiced ease. Not because I want to per se, more for that added burst of fear and adrenaline that hovers in the air.
My pet just sits there staring at me, all disbelieving and breathing heavily. I know I look like a statue to him now. I can see it in his eyes. The uncertianty of my reality. My hip is raised, thumb through a belt loop, and the only thing moving is the slight rustling of my duster. He stands up slowly, walking his hands along the wall for support. My eyes never leave the spot I have them trained on...his eyes.
Oh, this is too bloody fun! The whelp's curiosity is over whelming his fear. Taking a step towards me he looks around me, looking for something that would have animated my still form earlier. Finding nothing he straightens up and just looks at me.
"Find what you were looking for?" I ask suddenly. I just smile when he yelps and backs up, clinging to the wall.
"What, what are you?" he asks shakily.
"Forgot the magic word, Pet."
He looks confused for a minute. You can almost see it clicking into place when he says, "What are you...master?"
"That's better," I say taking out a fag and lighting it. I pace the room a bit, though never taking my eyes off of him. "I'm a vampire." Simple, direct, utterly unbelieveable to the whelp. He opens and closes his mouth a few times like a fish out of water. I sigh, letting my demon come forth. He makes a high pitch sound and slumps to the floor, out cold.
"Figures," I say to the room and walk out. Let him recover a bit, then the fun can really begin.
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