A Vampire's Eye View

A Vampire’s Eye View

Chapter Two

After the deal was struck, Spike left to go back to his crypt and collect his belongings. Giles went upstairs to make up the bed in the spare room for Spike.

There was no Scooby meeting that night because the gang had all met up earlier in the day for a discussion on the ‘Baddie Of The Week’. It had been decided that until they had more information, Buffy would just do a normal patrol and keep her eyes open for any sign of the Nerekra demon whilst she was out.

Giles was quite pleased there was no meeting. He would rather they not be there to witness Spike moving in to his house. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about it, and he wanted to keep it secret, for a while at least. He would have to speak to Spike about that too.

After making the bed and putting additional towels in his bathroom – the bathroom he would now be sharing with Spike – he went back downstairs to his living room and made a call to Willy’s Bar.

Loath as Giles was to make a deal with Willy the Snitch, he knew it was the best way to get hold of human blood. Willy had his own supply station set up and would pay homeless people to give a pint a couple of times a month.

Giles fixed up for a regular delivery, starting with six pints immediately, as a boost for the vampire who had been surviving on pig’s blood for too long now. Giles had felt bad about that because he knew that a permanent lack of human blood could dampen a vampire’s edge, only slightly it was true, but enough to make a difference.

Giles didn’t think that Spike had realised that it was the pig’s blood that was having this effect on him. He’d just assumed that it was another side effect of his infernal chip and had adapted his fighting style accordingly.

So in a way, Giles was pleased that he would be able to provide Spike with the means to getting back into top form. Though he’d never admitted it to anyone, he loved to watch Spike in battle. He moved with a fluid grace and minimum of motion that was beautiful to see and there was almost a thrill of excitement that settled over him as he moved in for the kill. His eyes would light up and sparkle and that self-satisfied victory smirk would settle over those sensuous lips – wait a minute, sensuous lips, what was he thinking!

Giles shook the thought out of his head and decided to go back down to the basement until either the delivery of blood or the return of Spike would disturb him again from his task.

Spike, meanwhile, had arrived at his crypt and had filled his duffel bag with his few possessions. He didn’t really have many material things as he had got used to travelling light and being able to leave a place in a hurry, unencumbered by too much baggage.

It wasn’t like when he’d been with Dru and she had to have her dolls and dresses with her. The number of places he’d had to lug that damn Miss Edith round didn’t bear thinking about. Well at least he was free of all that hassle now thankfully. That Chaos Demon she had run-off with had been the last straw. She really was out of his system now.

He gathered up his duffel and just left enough lying about so that if the slayer was to charge in, she would still think him in residence. He had the feeling that Giles would not be keen to spread word of his new living arrangements just yet. That was probably something else Spike could use to his advantage.

He headed back to the Magic Box and arrived just as Giles was taking in a cool box from a delivery man Spike recognised as working at Willy’s Bar. The Watcher wasn’t wasting any time in sticking to his side of the bargain he realised and somehow he was chuffed about that.

Spike found he was actually looking forward to living with the Watcher for his companionship as much as anything else. He had always been quite a sociable creature and hadn’t liked living in the crypt on his own for so long. That was probably why he’d stuck with Dru for longer than he should, and also why he hung out with the Scoobies.

As the delivery guy left, Giles stood back to allow Spike to enter, and the pair of them made their way upstairs to the living room. Giles went around the breakfast bar and deposited two of the blood bags in the freezer, he put two on the counter and poured the other two into a large mug he had unearthed from the back of the cupboard.

It was a mug that Xander had bought him for Christmas last year and it had a picture of tea and crumpets on the front and on the back it said English ‘Stud’ Muffin. Xander had found it highly amusing at the time and Giles thought it apt now for another Englishman to be using it. He wasn’t so sure about the ‘Stud’ Muffin reference with regard to himself but even he couldn’t deny that about Spike – those sculptured cheek bones were perfection and taken in conjunction with those lips… Wait a moment, there he was thinking about Spike’s lips again.

Anyone would think he was obsessed by them but, of course, he wasn’t he told himself. He hardly ever looked at them… well, except for when Spike was fighting, and when he was helping with research and concentrating on something and his tongue would poke out between his lips. And of course, who wouldn’t look when Spike was eating a doughnut and his tongue would lick those sexy lips clean.

Oh no! – he *was* obsessed! He didn’t watch any of the others eating their doughnuts, so why Spike. He wasn’t gay or anything, was he. Well apart from that brief interlude with Ethan but that was in his younger Ripper days and he’d put that down to all the demons and drugs they’d been experimenting with. He was too long in the tooth for those sort of feelings now. Since then it had been all girls, like Jenny and Olivia, and he’d even thought he’d had a bit of a thing for Buffy at one stage, but that had soon turned into a fatherly affection. He had responsibilities, being a father figure to the Scoobies and all, he wasn’t a ‘nancy boy’ as his father had once put it. So how could this be, he wondered.

He was jolted from his musing by Spike himself.

“Oi Watcher, if you nuke that any more, it’ll explode and I sure ain’t cleaning up the mess.”

“Oh sorry. I was just thinking.”

“Could see that mate. Now how about sending that good stuff this way.”

“Of course. I hope it’s not too hot.”

“English ‘Stud’ Muffin? Are you trying to tell me somethin’ luv.”

“W.w.what? Oh, oh no, it was just the biggest one I had.”

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that. You don’t want to be going round boasting out of turn.”

“Spiiiike! Really! That wasn’t what I meant at all.”

“Alright pet, don’t get yer knickers in a twist. I was only playing with you.” – And right now I wish I was – he added to himself.

Spike decided to let the deeply blushing Giles off the hook for the moment and started drinking his blood. Though he’d make sure to indulge in some more teasing later. He loved the way Giles blushed and stuttered and cleaned his glasses wher her he was embarrassed.

Wow, he thought, this blood was good! It was so long since he’d had human and this was fresh and warm and delicious. Giles took the mug and refilled it with the other two pints of blood he had left out. He microwaved them and handed the mug to the eagerly awaiting vampire, who almost snatched it away, and guzzled it down like there was no tomorrow.

Spike was buzzing and raring to go now. He felt like he could do anything, a feeling he had not had in a long time. He wanted to go out and kill something, he wanted to crush bone with his bare hands and tear something limb from limb. Just your average maim and destroy session.

Giles looked across and could see the thoughts chasing round in Spike’s head and was thrilled that he had been the one to give Spike these feelings back.

“C’mon Watcher, let’s go out and patrol.”

“Buffy’s doing patrol tonight and keeping an eye out for the Nerekra demon, so there’s no need for us to go out too.”

“Oh, that’s what I came to tell you earlier. I know where the Nerekra is holed up. We can go and get him now before he comes out to hunt and save the bint the trouble.”

“I’m sure if we locate *Buffy* we can pass along the information.”

“No way! I’m not letting her have all the fun. This demon is mine. Now are you coming with me or not, cos I’m off.”

“Alright. I’ll come, just to keep you out of mischief if for nothing else.”

Giles was kidding himself. He knew there was no way he was going to miss seeing Spike fight. He knew that as hyped up as Spike was just standing here, when that energy was unleashed on an unsuspecting foe, it would be spectacular to say the least and a sight not to be missed.


*********************************************

tbc...


Huge thanks to Dru for all her help and inspiration.

Please let me know what you think as it's my first attempt at fanfic.
And don't worry it will get to the NC17 stuff eventually, I promise!