A Vampire's Eye View
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A Vampire's Eye View
Disclaimer: The story is mine but the boys are not (owned by Joss & ME)
Warnings: contains descriptions of sexual activities in later chapters
A Vampire’s Eye View
Giles was seated behind the Magic Box counter, doing inventory when the delivery men arrived, and filled the shop with the contents of 12 trolley loads of boxes.
When they left, the only space available to him was a thin aisle leading from the door to the counter. Realising that there was no way he could conduct any business with the shop in this state, he decided to close early for the day whilst he investigated the origin of these boxes.
He went to the door to flip the sign to ‘closed’ and lock-up when he was nearly bowled over by a running, blanket-enshrouded vampire who was pushing his way in to escape the fading sun.
“Oi, shift yerself, Watcher. I’m smokin’ ‘ere, and not in a good way!”
“Oh, really Spike, why are you inflicting yourself on me at this time of day. I thought the daylight hours would at least give me a reprieve from your annoying presence.”
“Hey, that’s not a nice way to treat a bloke who comes with information.”
“Well, come in then if you must, but be quick. I’m very busy as you can see.”
“Yeah, noticed that. Did they have a sale on at ‘Spells ‘r’ Us or somethin’.”
“What do you want Spike. You mentioned information.”
“Don’t I even get offered a bevy for comin’ all this way to ‘elp you lot out?”
“Do I look as if I have time for that. I’ve got to move all these boxes down to the basement and get them sorted before I can open up tomorrow and I’ll probably be here all night.”
“S’pose I could lend a hand if you were to make it worth my while.”
“Is that all you think about. It doesn’t occur to you to just help because it’s a nice thing to do.”
“Hey, demon here mate! Just ‘cause I’m chipped doesn’t make me all goody goody, ya know. A bloke has to eat!”
“Oh, very well. I have some blood in the back room. You go and get some whilst I find out what I’ve got here.”
Spike went off to heat up some blood and Giles pulled the envelope off the first box which had been left on the counter. Inside was a letter from the Watchers Council, telling him that these boxes, containing past Watcher’s diaries, had all been unearthed in their archives. They had been sent to him as he was the current active Watcher and they thought he might find them useful. More likely was that they were clearing space for new storage and thought they could dispose of their rubbish on him.
Well he happened to find theinisiniscences of previous Watcher’s fascinating so he wasn’t bothered at all and would look forward to indulging himself.
Spike walked back in sipping from Giles’ ‘Kiss The Librarian’ mug, knowing how much that annoyed him. Giles satisfied himself with an irritated glare and then picked up the first of the boxes and headed down the basement stairs.
Spike finished his blood and left the mug on top of the till with a smirk. Then he picked up two of the boxes and carried them down, keen to prove his superior strength. Giles merely raised his eyebrow and carried on, making space for the boxes to be stacked against the far wall.
It didn’t take them too long to get all the boxes piled up and Giles was soon opening the first box and taking out the uppermost diary inside. In the front cover were the names:
Pers Lofgren, Watcher
Sofie Talmo, Slayer
Active: September 16 1726 – October 3 1728
Spike opened another box and his diary had the names:
Gottlieb Schreiber, Watcher
Sylvie Warrut, Slayer
Active: January 22 1882 – August 12 1885
“Hey, I remember hearing about a slayer in Germany not long after Angelus sired me. I think it was the Karkadian clan who finished her off.”
Giles came over and took the book off him and turned to the end to see what was written. The final entry read:
‘My Slayer has discovered a nest under the Rathaus and we are going to kill them at dawn, when they will all have arrived back from their night’s hunt. We have been tracking this group for several weeks now and hope we may encounter some upper level vampires as there has been a rash of newly created fledges in the area.’
“Do you know who the Master of the Karkadian clan was Spike, or any of his ancestors.”
“The Master was a major enemy of Angelus’ at the time. His name was Markus and he sired a girl called Martina whom Angelus had been grooming to take as his own Childe. Markus snatched her from under Angelus’ nose and made him so mad that he wanted to take the torture out on someone else and he drove her completely insane – three guesses who that was.”
“This is fascinating Spike. Angel has never been very forthcoming about any of the details of Angelus’ life, even though I’ve tried to find out on several occasions.”
“Pfft. As if the Poof would tell you anything. He doesn’t like to think back over what happened in those days, he’s tortured enough as it is. Especially when he thinks about what he did to my Black Princess. The poncy git winces every time he sees her and she just happily jumps on him calling him ‘Daddy’.”
Giles glanced over at Spike and then looked down at the glasses he was now cleaning with his handkerchief. He put them back on and with an almost excited stutter said to Spike,
“S..S..Spike. Would you be interested in helping me to catalogue these diaries and providing me with an opposing point of view on some of the more memorable moments in the history of Watchers and Slayers. Sort of a ‘vampire’s eye view’ as it were. I would, of course, be prepared to reimburse you for your troubles. Your help would be invaluable in furthering our knowledge of the period.”
Spike looked over at the anticipatory gleam in Giles’s eyes and thought that he looked as if he was barely restraining himself from clapping his hands together in glee. He had never seen staid, old Giles looking quite like that before, it made him appear so much younger that Spike could picture him as he must have been in his Ripper days. He found that he liked that image - a lot.
This was something that would be interesting to pursue. It might be nice to have Giles in his debt. Just think of the fun he could get out of that. But he didn’t want to appear too keen. It would be much better if Giles had to work hard to convince him, as he would appreciate it that much more and feel he owed Spike more than he really did.
“What would I want to look over a bunch of dusty old books for? What’s in it for me?”
“Well I said I would reimburse you. I’m sure I could keep a supply of blood here for you.”
“It would have to be the ‘good stuff’ – grade A, human blood. I’m sick of surviving on pig’s blood. It may be good enough for the Poof but I’m the Big Bad – I don’t drink pigs!”
“We could probably come to some agreement over that.”
“And I’m sick of sleeping on that hard coffin, I want a nice place to sleep.” Spike smiled to himself, wondering how far he could push this.
“Fine, I’ll get you a new bed.”
“That wasn’t what I meant Watcher. I want a nice ‘place’ to live not just a bed to sleep in. I notice you’ve got an extra room upstairs.”
“Out of the question. You are not living in my house.”
“Fair enough. Have fun with your books then. I’ll se ya around mate.”
Spike got up, grabbed his duster, which he had removed earlier whilst lugging boxes, and headed for the stairs. Giles looked round at all the boxes in front of him. He really wanted to do this project. Just think of the information and insight into a vampire’s life he could get. He turned to look at Spike who had almost reached the door at the top.
“Wait Spike.”
Spike stopped where he was with his back to the Watcher and a wide grin spread over his face.
“I suppose if this is the only way then I’ll have to agree. But you must keep the place tidy and keep out of my way.”
“I’ll be as quiet as a mouse, luv. You won’t even know I’m here.” Spike said as he wiped the smirk off his face and turned back to face Giles.
“And I’m not your ‘luv’.”
“But, I’m sure you’d like to be, right!”
“Spiiiiiike!”
“Don’t worry, Watcher. This will work like a dream.”
That was just it, thought Giles. It was like a dream. He just couldn’t decide whether it was a bad dream or a good one.
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TBC...
Warnings: contains descriptions of sexual activities in later chapters
A Vampire’s Eye View
Giles was seated behind the Magic Box counter, doing inventory when the delivery men arrived, and filled the shop with the contents of 12 trolley loads of boxes.
When they left, the only space available to him was a thin aisle leading from the door to the counter. Realising that there was no way he could conduct any business with the shop in this state, he decided to close early for the day whilst he investigated the origin of these boxes.
He went to the door to flip the sign to ‘closed’ and lock-up when he was nearly bowled over by a running, blanket-enshrouded vampire who was pushing his way in to escape the fading sun.
“Oi, shift yerself, Watcher. I’m smokin’ ‘ere, and not in a good way!”
“Oh, really Spike, why are you inflicting yourself on me at this time of day. I thought the daylight hours would at least give me a reprieve from your annoying presence.”
“Hey, that’s not a nice way to treat a bloke who comes with information.”
“Well, come in then if you must, but be quick. I’m very busy as you can see.”
“Yeah, noticed that. Did they have a sale on at ‘Spells ‘r’ Us or somethin’.”
“What do you want Spike. You mentioned information.”
“Don’t I even get offered a bevy for comin’ all this way to ‘elp you lot out?”
“Do I look as if I have time for that. I’ve got to move all these boxes down to the basement and get them sorted before I can open up tomorrow and I’ll probably be here all night.”
“S’pose I could lend a hand if you were to make it worth my while.”
“Is that all you think about. It doesn’t occur to you to just help because it’s a nice thing to do.”
“Hey, demon here mate! Just ‘cause I’m chipped doesn’t make me all goody goody, ya know. A bloke has to eat!”
“Oh, very well. I have some blood in the back room. You go and get some whilst I find out what I’ve got here.”
Spike went off to heat up some blood and Giles pulled the envelope off the first box which had been left on the counter. Inside was a letter from the Watchers Council, telling him that these boxes, containing past Watcher’s diaries, had all been unearthed in their archives. They had been sent to him as he was the current active Watcher and they thought he might find them useful. More likely was that they were clearing space for new storage and thought they could dispose of their rubbish on him.
Well he happened to find theinisiniscences of previous Watcher’s fascinating so he wasn’t bothered at all and would look forward to indulging himself.
Spike walked back in sipping from Giles’ ‘Kiss The Librarian’ mug, knowing how much that annoyed him. Giles satisfied himself with an irritated glare and then picked up the first of the boxes and headed down the basement stairs.
Spike finished his blood and left the mug on top of the till with a smirk. Then he picked up two of the boxes and carried them down, keen to prove his superior strength. Giles merely raised his eyebrow and carried on, making space for the boxes to be stacked against the far wall.
It didn’t take them too long to get all the boxes piled up and Giles was soon opening the first box and taking out the uppermost diary inside. In the front cover were the names:
Pers Lofgren, Watcher
Sofie Talmo, Slayer
Active: September 16 1726 – October 3 1728
Spike opened another box and his diary had the names:
Gottlieb Schreiber, Watcher
Sylvie Warrut, Slayer
Active: January 22 1882 – August 12 1885
“Hey, I remember hearing about a slayer in Germany not long after Angelus sired me. I think it was the Karkadian clan who finished her off.”
Giles came over and took the book off him and turned to the end to see what was written. The final entry read:
‘My Slayer has discovered a nest under the Rathaus and we are going to kill them at dawn, when they will all have arrived back from their night’s hunt. We have been tracking this group for several weeks now and hope we may encounter some upper level vampires as there has been a rash of newly created fledges in the area.’
“Do you know who the Master of the Karkadian clan was Spike, or any of his ancestors.”
“The Master was a major enemy of Angelus’ at the time. His name was Markus and he sired a girl called Martina whom Angelus had been grooming to take as his own Childe. Markus snatched her from under Angelus’ nose and made him so mad that he wanted to take the torture out on someone else and he drove her completely insane – three guesses who that was.”
“This is fascinating Spike. Angel has never been very forthcoming about any of the details of Angelus’ life, even though I’ve tried to find out on several occasions.”
“Pfft. As if the Poof would tell you anything. He doesn’t like to think back over what happened in those days, he’s tortured enough as it is. Especially when he thinks about what he did to my Black Princess. The poncy git winces every time he sees her and she just happily jumps on him calling him ‘Daddy’.”
Giles glanced over at Spike and then looked down at the glasses he was now cleaning with his handkerchief. He put them back on and with an almost excited stutter said to Spike,
“S..S..Spike. Would you be interested in helping me to catalogue these diaries and providing me with an opposing point of view on some of the more memorable moments in the history of Watchers and Slayers. Sort of a ‘vampire’s eye view’ as it were. I would, of course, be prepared to reimburse you for your troubles. Your help would be invaluable in furthering our knowledge of the period.”
Spike looked over at the anticipatory gleam in Giles’s eyes and thought that he looked as if he was barely restraining himself from clapping his hands together in glee. He had never seen staid, old Giles looking quite like that before, it made him appear so much younger that Spike could picture him as he must have been in his Ripper days. He found that he liked that image - a lot.
This was something that would be interesting to pursue. It might be nice to have Giles in his debt. Just think of the fun he could get out of that. But he didn’t want to appear too keen. It would be much better if Giles had to work hard to convince him, as he would appreciate it that much more and feel he owed Spike more than he really did.
“What would I want to look over a bunch of dusty old books for? What’s in it for me?”
“Well I said I would reimburse you. I’m sure I could keep a supply of blood here for you.”
“It would have to be the ‘good stuff’ – grade A, human blood. I’m sick of surviving on pig’s blood. It may be good enough for the Poof but I’m the Big Bad – I don’t drink pigs!”
“We could probably come to some agreement over that.”
“And I’m sick of sleeping on that hard coffin, I want a nice place to sleep.” Spike smiled to himself, wondering how far he could push this.
“Fine, I’ll get you a new bed.”
“That wasn’t what I meant Watcher. I want a nice ‘place’ to live not just a bed to sleep in. I notice you’ve got an extra room upstairs.”
“Out of the question. You are not living in my house.”
“Fair enough. Have fun with your books then. I’ll se ya around mate.”
Spike got up, grabbed his duster, which he had removed earlier whilst lugging boxes, and headed for the stairs. Giles looked round at all the boxes in front of him. He really wanted to do this project. Just think of the information and insight into a vampire’s life he could get. He turned to look at Spike who had almost reached the door at the top.
“Wait Spike.”
Spike stopped where he was with his back to the Watcher and a wide grin spread over his face.
“I suppose if this is the only way then I’ll have to agree. But you must keep the place tidy and keep out of my way.”
“I’ll be as quiet as a mouse, luv. You won’t even know I’m here.” Spike said as he wiped the smirk off his face and turned back to face Giles.
“And I’m not your ‘luv’.”
“But, I’m sure you’d like to be, right!”
“Spiiiiiike!”
“Don’t worry, Watcher. This will work like a dream.”
That was just it, thought Giles. It was like a dream. He just couldn’t decide whether it was a bad dream or a good one.
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TBC...