Subversive

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters that everyone knows. Joss Whedon is a god.

Warning: All right, kiddies, this is where the explicit non-consensual comes in. It gets pretty horrible.


I startled as my hands scraped bare rock, cutting into my skin. My head was splitting open, or so it felt. Consciousness fell over me in nauseating waves as I realized I was awake. My right eye wouldn’t open and I knew that it was swollen shut. I could hardly breathe, and what air I got came from wheezing through my mouth. My lips were cracked and bleeding, although it was mostly dry at the moment. My rib cage felt battered in, half-bruised and half-dead. I wondered if anything was broken.

Moaning softly, I began to open one eye. The effort nearly made me vomit. Squinting carefully, I tried to peer around at my surroundings. It was dim, with barely any light coming from a couple of bare light bulbs swinging carelessly from the ceiling. It seemed to be a fairly large room made of concrete, with a couple of tables against the walls, a few chairs here and there, a couple of bodies…

I choked as my mind interpreted what I was seeing. If I was seeing it right, there were at least six bodies piled in a corner, arms and legs flung at unnatural angles, men and women both. There was no blood, but I was certain there were massive wounds. The cold fear of reality hit me. I scooted myself only to find that I was already against a wall and my wrists were bound in a plastic tie. I coughed. It hurt to move, to breathe, but I knew that I was still alive, which for the moment appeared to be a good thing. Glancing around cautiously, I noticed that I was not chained or attached to any wall. It seemed very odd, but to my advantage. Was it possible that these vampires were so stupid as to not tie me up? Or was it something else?

Clarity was imperative, but it was elusive. I remembered how hard I’d been it. It was clearly affecting my brain, and it wasn’t getting better any time soon. Besides, there was a whole new danger present. I had no idea where I was, and no idea how to get out yet. I couldn’t quite comprehend that I needed to find a door yet, though. Did I have a concussion? Probably. I fought not to make any sounds, although I was urgently wanting to whimper uncontrollably for awhile.

Peering around with one eye as I struggled to take shallow breaths, I sought out the men. The shadows were moving. Icy fear ran over my skin and froze me in place, freezing all my instincts and thus putting myself out there like a deer in the headlights.

A vampire fell upon me. I screamed and tried to move, arching my back defensively. It was the one with the spiky collar, though I barely registered it. He growled, looming over me as he pinned me against the wall. For one breathless moment I stared into his face, noting how focused he was and yet how lost into animal instinct that there was nothing else. He struck.

Fangs pierced my neck. I screamed, but it was drowned out quickly. He latched on, tearing at my neck like a rottweiler and pulling the blood out forcibly. I cried soundlessly as the room became hazy. I wanted to fight him, wanted to throw him across the room, but I couldn’t fight him. All my strength had either been stolen earlier or was being drained out of me at the moment. My stomach was convulsing, wanting to rip itself out of me. Nothing like Spike. Nothing like the vampire I knew.

He tore away. I shuddered, tears running down my face. He stared at me, thin lines of blood running down his chin. He pursed his lips in a small, sick sort of smile as he stared. Then he was gone.

I gasped for breath, resting from the feeding. While circles dotted my vision and my head was near to bursting with pain. Leaning against the wall I shuddered, indulging in small whimpers rattling from my throat, quiet so as not to let anyone hear although all I wanted to do was scream until I couldn’t scream anymore.

A second vampire fell upon me, grabbed my arms, and threw me across the floor. A cry escaped my lips as I landed hard on my stomach. Moaning in pain, I tried to move, to get away, but the strength was gone. The vampire straddled me, his weight pressing my legs into the floor and making me cringe.

“Oh, no,” I whimpered, a sob rising in my throat. “No…”

The vampire with the bolt pinned my head down on the floor and proceeded to tear into my workout bra. I whimpered, fighting to move, to struggle, but my muscles were like jelly. I couldn’t do anything.

Fangs pierced my back. I screamed in pain as my entire body tensed, waves of agony shooting through every muscle and cell. My arms were trembling as I reached outward, vainly seeking help. Scrunching my eyes closed, I spit on the floor before howling. He had torn something inside of me. I felt it. He was not being neat; I felt blood dripping down my back.

Suddenly he was gone. I collapsed on the tough floor, sobs wracking my body. Blood was oozing down my neck and back. I couldn’t move, my vision tainted with dark spots.

“Please,” I whispered weakly. “Please… somebody…”

I had never known fear as tangible as what I felt. It was burning and freezing, tearing each breath from me like a vise and wrenching my insides apart. It was pain beyond bearing. Somewhere in my mind, I knew there was something very wrong with me, that I was hurt even worse than I initially thought. I stared blankly at the far wall, searching for a hero I knew would never appear.

My body was turned and I was on my back. My head snapped against the floor and I howled in pain. The vampire in the white wife beater knelt before me, looking at me with intense hunger, his yellow eyes glittering in the shadows. He snarled at me and began tearing off my pants.

Sudden panic forced me to struggle. “No!” I cried out. “No, stop! Please stop!” I tried to kick at him, but my aim was useless.

He threw away the remnants of my pants, leaving me clad only in my white underwear. “Sorry, sweetie,” he grinned. “I like my blood from a much sweeter spot.”

Horror spun through me as I realized what he was talking about. I kicked out again, desperate to drive him off, heedless of the fact that blood-loss left me like little more than a sheep to his wolf. He growled and effortlessly pushed my legs apart. Hands like steel kept me spread, and he sank his fangs into my very inner right thigh.

Screams, filled with fear and pain and torture. I was deaf from them, nearly mute from them. Each taking of blood was making me dizzier, sucking me down into a sea of darkness. I began to cry as I felt his hand stroking my crotch, adding humiliation to the pain. Hot tears welled up that burned every duct as they formed, scorching my throat. Bile rose up and I vomited to the side, the action so violent that blood immediately followed.

Suddenly he dropped me and was gone, like the others. I was left once again in a sobbing heap. I realized that the feedings were becoming more depraved, more humiliating, more degrading. Whatever the purpose of them was, it was sure to drive me mad in the end if it wasn’t stopped. I didn’t know what would come next or when, if ever, it would end. Of course, I knew I would run out of blood at some point. Maybe that was the idea.

Curling myself up as best I could, I looked up again, struggling to see a window or a door, an exit of some kind. Even through my addled mind, I knew that every room has an entrance and an exit. Managing to turn over, I saw a door on the far side of the room standing at the top of a flight of stairs. So far, so very far away. Coughing and wheezing I began to attempt to persuade my limbs to crawl towards it. The world was beginning to fade in and out of focus, and before long I would most likely pass out. I didn’t know how much longer I had.

The shadows moved again, and out stepped the huge skulking vampire in the tattered jeans and the black wife beater. He strolled over towards me, and looked down at me with a huge smile spreading across his scarred face.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled, stepping over to me. “Looks to me like we’ve got ourselves a sweet little filly tonight. Strange how everything just kind of works out in our favor. Oh, I see my boys have been getting’ a bit frisky here.” He shrugged. “That’s all right. Can’t blame ‘em for tryin’ to get their fair share in. And there’s more to see, anyhow. Boys, come on out here.”

I watched, frozen, as four other men materialized around the room, three of them licking their lips. I couldn’t breathe. I felt as if my lungs had collapsed. Swallowing with extreme difficulty, I glanced back up at the one who was now squatting over me.

He was still grinning. “Where you think you’re goin’, little missy?” He grabbed my hair and pulled me to him. I cried out, my limbs falling all over as he stood me up. I gasped for breath, dizzy and unable to stand on my own. I tried to bat him away. He slapped me. I sagged against him, eye rolling backward as I nearly quit breathing. Blood was running down my body in thick rivulets.

Looking me over, he said, “You are somethin’ nice to look at, you know that? That’s what makes this so much damn fun. I like to play with my food first.” He licked a line of blood running from my nose and I recoiled. He chuckled. “That is good.”

He hit me again, on the side of my head. I sagged again, barely conscious as my hair was pulled out in strands. I was barely aware of him dragging me over towards a table.

“You know,” he said, keeping me facing him. “Some of the boys here think I should stuff a gag in ya, make sure you ain’t gonna call out for help. That, and I think some of ‘em just like a woman’s mouth stuffed.” He shrugged. “I say, why bother? For one thing, ain’t no one gonna hear you, so you can scream all you want. For another, hearing you scream just turns me on.”

I was repulsed. I wanted to kick him, to hit him, to cleave his head off, but I couldn’t move. My mouth was becoming thick cotton as my flesh and tongue swelled. My ears were buzzing and the taste of copper was heavy in my mouth. The vampire grabbed my hands and rubbed them over his crotch. I felt how endowed he was and nearly vomited again.

“Oh, yeah,” he grinned. “See what you do to me. I’ve got big plans for you. See first, I’m gonna fuck you in front of all my boys here.” His words made my skin turn cold and a hard rock settled in my stomach. “Then, I’m gonna let each of my boys fuck you as long as they want. I’ll warn you, some of ‘em can go for hours. Then when they’re done with you, if you’re still in one piece, I’m gonna slit your throat and fuck you while you die.” He licked his lips in anticipation, and pressed his lips to my ear. “If I like you well enough, I might even turn you into one of us. Then you can be my bitch forever.”

Pure horror fell upon me. It was as if the wind had been knocked out of me. I inhaled sharply, a wet sound due to the blood. “No,” I shook my head, trembling so violently I nearly fell out of his grasp. “No!”

He laughed, long and loud. “Let’s do it!” He threw me onto the table and slid my arms over the edges so I lay on it, caught like a pig and unable to fight. Without warning he tore off my underwear and I was left naked. The table was cold and hard, stainless steel but still covered with dried blood. My body ached with the mere contact.

“No!” I screamed, bucking against the table, lashing outward as best I could. “No, let me go! Help me! Let me go! Oh, God, please don’t…” My eyes were burning with the fury of tears, realizing I was going to be humiliated and violated to death.

The vampire growled and I heard him unbuckling his pants. “Oh, no one one’s gonna help you. And ain’t no God gonna help you, neither. You can struggle and fight all you want… Actually, please do. It’s so much more fun when they fight.”

I looked over my shoulder just as he pulled his dick out. He was ugly, huge and hard as a post. He had to be nearly ten inches long, and round. I knew that if he didn’t rip me apart, then I would be severely injured. I screamed at the top of my lungs, bucking against the table.

“Yeah, baby, you know you want it. Come on, then, I’m ready to split you in two.”

His hand grabbed my ass and he kicked my legs apart. I saw him handle his dick, felt it against my ass, searching as he moved it, nearly ready to go in. I couldn’t stop screaming as I felt his dick tense between my two holes, deciding where to enter. I was dead cold with terror and helplessness, nauseated beyond any reason. There was nothing I could do to stop it.

“How do you like it, bitch? Where do you want me?” He slapped my ass. “Yeah, you’re my bitch. Just the way I like ‘em, from behind. Oh, yeah, baby, here I come!”

He teased me first, simply nudging at me, drawing it out as he began to enter my pussy. Each inch became more painful. I screamed, choking in pain and I nearly fainted as he slammed into me all the way. I was violated. Trembling, broken. He moaned, fingers digging into my flesh as he began to move.

“Now what the hell is this?”

I vaguely registered the voice. Through all the searing pain of my body I somehow knew that the voice belonged to Spike. I cracked open my eye to see Spike descending the steps, multiple scratches on his face. There was something evil in his face as he moved forward. In his hands was a large, terrifying mace.

“Who the fuck are you?” demanded the vampire who pinned me.

Spike faced him. I had never seen such blind rage contained in one person before, and I never wanted to see it again. “I’m the one who is telling you to get off the girl,” he said. “And you best do it right now.”

The vampire laughed. “What, and end my fun? I’ve got big plans for her,” he said, thrusting inside of me. I cried out, shifting in my own blood. “If you’re wanting a turn, you’re gonna have to wait. I got dibs on her first, then my boys do. If they’re anything left, you’re welcome to it, but I get the last drop of blood.”

“You won’t be taking anything from her,” Spike snarled, shifting into his vampiric form, fangs bared as he motioned with the mace. “The girl’s coming home with me. I’m going to bury this in your fucking head, and then I’m going to tear out your heart with my bare hands and eat it.”

The rest of the vampires growled, circling around between us and him. I couldn’t breathe, could barely see, had to blink sweat out of my eye. I couldn’t move for fear of the cock wedged inside of me. Panic had me frozen, barely able to take the shallow breaths that kept me alive. I didn’t know if Spike could get to me in time, but I was praying very hard that he could.

Laughing again, the vampire above me said, “Don’t tell me you’re protecting this human. I ain’t got no problem with sharin’ the goods, but you’re last on the list, boy. We found her. She belongs to me now. All you’re doing is prolonging her suffering. Although at the moment she’s in good hands. Gettin’ fucked for the last time. I done made her my bitch.”

The rage was palpable. Spike growled menacingly. “No, see, you’ve got it all wrong, you bloody fuck head. She’s nobody’s bitch. She belongs to me, and I’m coming to get her. Now if you get off her now, I might kill you quickly.”

One of the vampires leapt forward, the one with the bolt through his face. Spike swung the mace almost effortlessly. It caught the vampire on the side of the head, and the creature burst into a cloud of dust. Spike strode forward with a snarl as three of the others met him.

Spike swung out and kicked one of the vampires o the ground. The vampire with the collar attacked, sending Spike to the ground. He leapt back up and kicked out, lashing out with the end of the mace. The vamp struck him across the back and grabbed him by the throat. Spike howled and pulled the vamp over his shoulder. He tore the arm off, causing the vamp to howl with rage and pain. Spike grabbed the vamp by the throat and brought the mace full down upon his head.

As the vampire with the wife beater attacked Spike, the one holding me pulled out of me. I gasped for air, sagging in pain. My body contracted in relief. I struggled to open my right eye, but couldn’t. I felt stuck to the table, legs trembling.

The vampire grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to the point of breaking. “If you think you’re getting out of here because some pet vamp came in for you, you’ve got another think comin’. He’s just made it worse for you.” He slammed my head down on the table. Blackness edged my vision, bright stars accentuating everything. I groaned, my entire body sagging as I fought to stay conscious.

He dragged nails down my back. I felt trails of skin being torn off as he did it, burns scorching me. I screamed as hot blood flowed down my back, arching against the pain.

Laughing in delight, the vampire grabbed my ass again and I felt him repositioning himself.

“No,” I murmured, unable to move. “No--”

His dick nudged me once as he found where he wanted to go, and once again he roughly shoved himself inside of me, hurriedly slamming inside me. I clenched my teeth, my whole body tensing and constricting in adamant rejection of him as I screamed again. He laughed and moaned at the same time, bending over me as he began to pump furiously into me. I tried to cry out, but the breath was torn out of me by his furious movements.

“Eva!” Spike screamed.

My eyes rolled back. I was certain I was about to be torn apart, knew he was damaging me with each thrust. Strangled cried escaped my throat. The lower half of my body was strained and burning. The table was cutting into my arms where I lay, trapped.

“Hey, blondie, you best pay attention,” called the vampire, still slamming into me. I heard him grunting, a sudden urgency in his efforts. To me, he said, “Get ready, girl. I’m gonna split you in two and suck you dry as I come inside of you. Oh, yeah, I’m gonna go…”

He moaned and squeezed my ass as he strained to fill me even further. I vomited from the pressure, red and bitter. He did it again, then pulled back and just as I thought he was about to come, he moved slightly and shoved his dick into my ass. I dry heaved as he groaned, thrusting furiously again.

“Fuck, yeah,” he moaned. “I’m fucking your ass, bitch, take it, take it…”

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back again. With a lustful growl I felt him orgasm violently, spilling all over and inside of me. A moment later his fangs tore into my neck. I shrieked, a small sound as he drank my blood. Darkness was closing in around me. Whatever false strength that had remained was leaving me, my limbs going weak and useless. Vaguely I knew it was blood loss. Coherency was beginning to dim.

A loud smash. He tore away and I collapsed on the table. Sound was muffled as if I were underwater, reality sinking past me. Whatever breath that was still left in me was leaving. I thought I heard footsteps and snarls, crashing and breaking of tables. Everything was fading into a swirl of nothingness. I couldn’t smell or taste. The light was leaving my eye. All my senses were gone. I vaguely thought about how much I did not want to die like this.

Cool hands touched my face. I winced, unable to fight any more. “Eva,” a soft British voice filled with concern touched my mind. “Eva, can you hear me?” An edge of panic.

I moaned softly, twitching. I fought to open my eye, wanting to swim against the darkness. A thin line of light appeared, though dull. “Spike.” The word was scarcely more than a breath.

He exhaled audibly. I felt his hands reach under the table, pull my arms over, and the plastic restraints were snapped off. I moaned as he pulled me backwards into his arms, wrapping his coat around me. He held me close to his chest, and I felt his hand on my cheek. Taking a rattling, unsteady breath, I tried again to open my eye. I succeeded marginally. He was blurry, but I could just make out Spike watching me, his eyes fraught with worry.

“Spike,” I breathed again.

“Hey, love.” He smiled, but it was tight. “Come on, I’m going to get you out of here. Just hang on for me, all right? You’ve got to hang on.”

I whimpered as he lifted me up in his arms and carried me out. I couldn’t smell anything and I didn’t want to. It didn’t take long before the light disappeared and the darkness consumed my mind.