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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
15,793
Reviews:
75
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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02 Calling
02 Calling
After Buffy dusted the vamps as quickly as possible, she rushes down the ladder to the lower level of the crypt. Her eyes narrow when she takes in the two figures huddled in a dark corner. Xander sits with his back to Spike’s chest. The vampire is wrapped tightly around the brunette’s body, his mouth still nuzzling the fresh scar on his neck.
Scar?
That bastard!
“Spike!” She grounds out through gritted teeth, barely able to hold her emotions in check.
“Hm? Wot?” Spike replies sleepily, content purring making his voice slurp.
“Come on, Spike! I take care of him now.” A warm friendly tone bleeds into her voice effortlessly.
“No.” Dreamily whisper. “Mine.” Grinning to himself.
“Spike!” she whines. “Give him to me, please!”
“No!” Firmer now. His hand comes up, long pale fingers combing through dark silky curls. Carefully the whelp’s face is turned a bit and Spike’s mouth places soft kisses all over the brunette’s features. The fangs never ever touching the skin.
“Ewww!” The girl’s face scrunches up in disgust.
“Spike! Stop that! Ewww!”
“MINE.” Adoration, devotion and pride.
Still grinning, tightening his grip on the dead boy.
“MINE!”
“No Spike! Not yours.”
She goes to stand directly in front of them.
The vampire growls, lips curled up, fangs bared.
She ignores him, grabs Xander’s shoulders and with a little effort she is able to pull the boy towards her, kicks the vampire *hard* in the ridged face. He falls back, but gets to his feet immediately. Exhaustion and blood loss making him sway unsteadily.
Out of the depth of Buffy’s sleeve
a stake
appears in the slayer’s hand
and she pushes it
forward.
A cruel grin dancing on her lips.
Satisfied she shoulders the limb body and heads out of the crypt into the false light of dawn. She goes straight to the mansion because she knows the things she needs are there: chains, manacles, rings and columns to fasten them on.
oanioaning the heap of limbs on the crypt’s floor twitches back to consciousness. Spike tries to stifle a cry of pain when the pressure on the stake shifts and it embeds itself even deeper in his chest. Bleary eyes open, a tremor of panic rocks the vampire’s body.
WHERE IS MY CHILDE?
whereismychildewhereismychildewhereismychildewhereismychildewhereis…
Spike instigates a loud keening sound,
something between
hopeless sobbing
and
helpless screaming.
Calling for a childe he knows is not even awoken yet.
He tries to stand but can’t make it to hands and knees, hovers between lying and kneeling. Shoulder and one cheek scraping on hard stony floor.
He is so weak from the blood loss. Firstly from feeding his soon to be childe and secondly from the stake still inserted in his middle.
Even if he would be on the peak of his strength, what could he do against a slayer, against humans? He is not able to take his childe back, to protect it, save it from the *food*. chipchipchipchipchipchipchip…
Weak, unable to protect himself or his childe, he does the only thing he swore to himself some time around 1900 he would never do.
Mustering the last reserves of strength he possesses he grabs the stake hard, demon face exploding in pain as he howls while he drags it out
inch
by
hurtful
inch.
He opens himself up,
lays his inner self bare,
shows all his weakness,
his fear for his childe,
his frustration with his own helpless state
and lets it
race through the link,
pushes it to his family,
calls for help,
demands protection,
orders his bloodline to come to him.
Okay, I know this is short and I am sorry but it’s very late and I have to work tomorrow.
Are you content with the way this is going? Please review.
Anybody out there who wants to beta? druffine@gmx.de
After Buffy dusted the vamps as quickly as possible, she rushes down the ladder to the lower level of the crypt. Her eyes narrow when she takes in the two figures huddled in a dark corner. Xander sits with his back to Spike’s chest. The vampire is wrapped tightly around the brunette’s body, his mouth still nuzzling the fresh scar on his neck.
Scar?
That bastard!
“Spike!” She grounds out through gritted teeth, barely able to hold her emotions in check.
“Hm? Wot?” Spike replies sleepily, content purring making his voice slurp.
“Come on, Spike! I take care of him now.” A warm friendly tone bleeds into her voice effortlessly.
“No.” Dreamily whisper. “Mine.” Grinning to himself.
“Spike!” she whines. “Give him to me, please!”
“No!” Firmer now. His hand comes up, long pale fingers combing through dark silky curls. Carefully the whelp’s face is turned a bit and Spike’s mouth places soft kisses all over the brunette’s features. The fangs never ever touching the skin.
“Ewww!” The girl’s face scrunches up in disgust.
“Spike! Stop that! Ewww!”
“MINE.” Adoration, devotion and pride.
Still grinning, tightening his grip on the dead boy.
“MINE!”
“No Spike! Not yours.”
She goes to stand directly in front of them.
The vampire growls, lips curled up, fangs bared.
She ignores him, grabs Xander’s shoulders and with a little effort she is able to pull the boy towards her, kicks the vampire *hard* in the ridged face. He falls back, but gets to his feet immediately. Exhaustion and blood loss making him sway unsteadily.
Out of the depth of Buffy’s sleeve
a stake
appears in the slayer’s hand
and she pushes it
forward.
A cruel grin dancing on her lips.
Satisfied she shoulders the limb body and heads out of the crypt into the false light of dawn. She goes straight to the mansion because she knows the things she needs are there: chains, manacles, rings and columns to fasten them on.
oanioaning the heap of limbs on the crypt’s floor twitches back to consciousness. Spike tries to stifle a cry of pain when the pressure on the stake shifts and it embeds itself even deeper in his chest. Bleary eyes open, a tremor of panic rocks the vampire’s body.
WHERE IS MY CHILDE?
whereismychildewhereismychildewhereismychildewhereismychildewhereis…
Spike instigates a loud keening sound,
something between
hopeless sobbing
and
helpless screaming.
Calling for a childe he knows is not even awoken yet.
He tries to stand but can’t make it to hands and knees, hovers between lying and kneeling. Shoulder and one cheek scraping on hard stony floor.
He is so weak from the blood loss. Firstly from feeding his soon to be childe and secondly from the stake still inserted in his middle.
Even if he would be on the peak of his strength, what could he do against a slayer, against humans? He is not able to take his childe back, to protect it, save it from the *food*. chipchipchipchipchipchipchip…
Weak, unable to protect himself or his childe, he does the only thing he swore to himself some time around 1900 he would never do.
Mustering the last reserves of strength he possesses he grabs the stake hard, demon face exploding in pain as he howls while he drags it out
inch
by
hurtful
inch.
He opens himself up,
lays his inner self bare,
shows all his weakness,
his fear for his childe,
his frustration with his own helpless state
and lets it
race through the link,
pushes it to his family,
calls for help,
demands protection,
orders his bloodline to come to him.
Okay, I know this is short and I am sorry but it’s very late and I have to work tomorrow.
Are you content with the way this is going? Please review.
Anybody out there who wants to beta? druffine@gmx.de