Healing

Part 18

On the drive back, Spike fidgeted in his seat. It was all he could do to just stay in the car, he wanted to run around screaming 'I'm free!' at the top of his lungs. He wanted to grab Xander, throw him down and shag the hell out of him, he wanted to see if he really could bite someone. Sitting in the car was a slow torture.

"You okay Spike? You're awfully quiet."

"Fine luv, just a little... Insane."

Xander chuckled.

"Insane? I thought you'd be happy. If it were me, I'd be bouncing around in my seat about now."

Spike didn't say anything but he did look a bit embarrassed. Xander started to laugh.

"That's it isn't it? You want to bounce, don't you?"

"Sod off, m'a vampire. We don't bounce."

"But you want to. I can see it, all that pent up energy just waiting to be released. It's killing you isn't it?"

"Bloody, buggerin', Jesus, fucking hell! Yes! Okay? I want to bounce. I'm going out of my bleedin' head just sitting here. I want to yell, scream, shag you stupid, I want to test my teeth, kick some ass, find the bloody Initiative and render them to pieces. Mostly, I just wanna shag you stupid."

"Well, we have one stop to make, fulfill at least one of your needs, then we can go home and you can shag me stupid for as long as you want. Okay?"

Spike looked at his lover and wondered which of his 'needs' he was referring to. He decided it wasn't important, as long as the shagging came soon. He wanted to show Xander how much he loved and appreciated him. He wanted to prove that he was worthy of this mortal's love for him.

As the car pulled up in front of Xander’s parents house, Spike looked over at Xander and raised an eyebrow in question.

"Pet? Why are we here?"

"Test your teeth, kick some ass. My Mom is at her sisters this week, my Dad and my Uncle are most likely inside. I couldn't think of two more deserving people to bear the brunt of years of repressed rage and violence."

Spike got an evil twinkle in his eye, his Xander had just given him permission to exact revenge on his behalf. He was so proud.

"Oh, pet. You have no idea what this means to me. Are you sure though? 'Cause once I step into that house, there's no going back."

"I know. Come on."

"You, you're not gonna watch are ya? I mean, it's not going to be pretty."

"No, I mean... I want to make sure that you can really do this, but I'll leave before it gets too... Messy."

"Right then."

Spike practically tore the car door off it's hinges opening it. He was extremely eager to get inside and repay those mortals for everything they had ever done to his love. He stopped on the front step and pulled Xander into his arms. He kissed him, trying to show him how much he loved him, how much he needed him. Xander pulled away after a few minutes and gasped for breath. He smiled at Spike, opened the door and stepped inside.

"Come on in, Spike."

As Xander had suspected, his father and his uncle were sitting on the couch watching sports and drinking. How many times in his life had he seen this? How many of his beatings and rapes had started off this way? Too many. And that was why they were here.

Xander’s father heard them come in and looked up in his drunken haze to see who was in his house.

"What the fuck are you doing here boy? Come back so's I could kick your sorry ass?"

"Nope. Came to introduce you to Spike here."

"And who's that? Yer boyfriend? Always knew you were a little faggot. Knew you liked getting it up the ass."

Spike growled and went to step forward. Xander placed his hand on his chest and shook his head.

"Actually, Spike is my lover. And I wanted you to meet the man who's going to kill you."

Xander’s father laughed.

"You hear that Rory? We got us here a couple of little queers who think they're tough. One for each of us. What say we show them what real men can do, eh?"

Xander’s drunken uncle smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

Xander gave Spike a quick kiss and nodded his head. Spike grinned like the homicidal killer he was and stepped forward.

"So, which one of you tossers thinks he can take me on then?"

True to form, for cowards at least, both men charged Spike at once. Spike threw out a quick punch at the senior Harris and was ecstatically pleased when there was no reaction from his chip. As soon as Spike shifted into game-face both men froze. Xander looked at the shocked expressions on their faces and shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh, did I forget to mention that Spike is a demon? My bad. Have fun lover, I'll wait for you in the car."

Xander stepped back outside and walked to his car. He knew that this was wrong, he shouldn't be allowing this to happen. For some reason though, he didn't care. The part of him that still remembered having his innocence torn away from him at the hands of people who were supposed to love and protect him was finally, finally at peace. His inner child was being avenged.

Inside, Spike was having a bloody good time, quite literally. He had broken both their legs, tied their hands behind their backs and then drained them both just enough to keep them from struggling. He had to gag the men to keep them from screaming too loud as he castrated them both with a kitchen knife. A rather dull blade too, he had to saw through the flesh. No fast neat slice for them, he made sure they felt every agonizing second of it. Xander’s uncle went first, Spike wanted Harris Sr. to know what was in store for him, to sweat it out a little longer.

Once he had both men bleeding and gagging on their own bloody testicles, Spike moved on to the next part of his plan. walking the short distance to the hall closet he grabbed the broom, pulled off the wooden broom handle and snapped it in two. His captives watched in terror as he stalked toward them, fangs gleaming.

Spike pulled Rory up and flung him over the coffee table before tearing his pants down.

"This what you did to your boy, Mr. Harris? Did you beat before you raped him? Well, take a good look, 'cause yer next."

Xander’s father watched as his wife’s brother was brutally impaled with one half of the broom handle. He could hear Rory’s muffled scream from behind the duct tape that was wrapped around his mouth. He knew Rory was going to die, the blonde demon had shoved a good foot and a half of the broom handle up his brother-in-laws ass. Unfortunately for him, Rory had gotten the rounded end which meant that his fate would be that much worse.

"Like that? Want to know how it feels? What it's like to have something shoved into you so hard that you pass out from the pain? Well, sorry mate, not gonna happen. No, I'm gonna make sure you stay good and awake through the whole thing. Gonna have you begging me to kill ya, to end yer suffering, but you know that I won't don't you?"

Xander’s father nodded at the enraged demon, he had swallowed his own testicles minutes before. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. He watched as the demon - vampire he was guessing by the fangs and the biting - lifted Rory from the table and tore into his throat.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to beg and plead but he knew it would be useless. The demon had told him that already. He watched as the vampires eyes closed in satisfaction as he drained the blood from the almost lifeless body in his arms. Then it was over, Rory was dead. His body flung aside like so much garbage, and the vampire was coming toward him. He did scream then, he screamed for all he was worth. This only made the demon smile.

"Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this mate. Gonna do you right proper, I am."

Spike threw the man down on the sofa and tore his pants from him. He lifted his broken legs up and placed one over the back of the couch.

"See, I wanna watch you as you feel what I'm doing to ya. See the terror in yer eyes as I slowly impale you inch by fuckin' inch, until there is no more of this here handle to stick in ya. And I'm gonna make sure it hurts every step of the way. You shouldn't have touched him, he's mine. No one touches what's mine and lives."

Outside, Xander sat in the car, radio playing softly to block out the few muffled screams that he could almost hear, because he knew to listen for them. He'd gotten over the guilt he felt for not feeling guilty. He knew that Spike loved him, and that as a demon he needed to do this to avenge him. It would have been a constant barrier between them, and he could admit to himself that he'd feel a lot better knowing it would never happen again. That never again would he have to fear his father and his drunken uncle.

Later, when Spike emerged from the house - big shit eating grin on his face - Xander stepped out of the car to meet him.

"Finished?"

"Yeah."

"Shag now?"

"Oh, Xander, do you have any idea how badly I want you?"

"Show me?"

Xander was forced back into the car and Spike shoved him across into the passenger seat. Spike started the car and sped for home, if he didn't get Xander in bed in the next five minutes, he was going to take him right there in the car.