Hold Me Thrill Me Kiss Me Kill Me
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
50
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15,117
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42
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Two
Part Two
The vampire snarled, and grabbed the bottle. “Not nice sneaking up on people, boy.”
“I wasn’t sneaking, you were just…occupied. I don’t think I could sneak if I wanted to. There was this time, when I was trying to get out of the house and…”
“Fucking hell, you’re right. You babble too much to be quiet. Go away, child, it’s your lucky night. Don't really feel like eating right now.”
Xander backed away, never turning his back, and sat in one of the swings. The car was parked right in the middle of the playground and had knocked the slide off-kilter. “That’s good…the not eating thing. Bad because I’ve never heard of a vamp pass on a meal. Ummm, this is going to sound weird, and I’m sure I’ll regret it as soon as I’ve had some sleep, but is there anything I can do for you? You sound upset.”
“What are you, the fucking camp counselor?”
“No, it’s just…you’re the first vamp I’ve really seen that wasn’t some idiot ruled by their stomach, well, except for Deadboy but he doesn’t count. And you’re obviously missing someone and I’m curious, all right? Everyone keeps on telling me vamps are mindless killing machines that don’t give a shit for anything beyond their own needs.”
“Fuck that. I wish it were true, and then it wouldn’t hurt so much to not have her here. With her for over a century, loved her for over a century and they took her from me. All I can taste is ashes. Her ashes. Want to meet the sun but first I have a fucking score to settle but I fucking well can’t because the sodding Irish bastard hasn’t been home!”
This last part was screamed into the night and Spike finished off the liquor and threw the bottle against the ground while Xander tried not to flinch, not to show fear. He watched as this so-called soulless monster yelled and cried and finally passed out. Xander knew he couldn’t just leave the man there; he might have a death wish but…he just couldn’t.
False dawn was approaching as Xander cautiously double-checked and made sure the vampire was out for the rest of the night. He only could hope that the car was an automatic.
*****
Spike woke up slowly. His head felt like it was stuffed with bricks and he had the worst taste in his mouth. He could feel that the sun was up and was confused. The last thing he could remember was drinking to Dru in the park, out in the open.
Wherever he was, he was only-semi comfortable. The bed wasn’t the best he’d been but sure as hell beat the trunk of the Desoto. The room he was in smelled of mildew and cleaning products but oddly enough it was the scent of a human close by that made him wonder. He groaned. He’d been saved from the sun by some do-gooder. Bastard. He didn’t want to live without his Dark Princess. It hurt too much.
“Umm, there’s coffee on the bedside table. Sorry, but I don’t think I have anything else you might like to drink… and doesn’t that sound weird coming out of my mouth?”
Spike groaned again and flipped himself over onto his back. The voice was male and rich but broke in odd places. A boy-child then. He rubbed his hands on his face and sat up, looking at his so-called rescuer.
For just a moment he thought that he was facing Dru in male form. Dark messy hair, dark eyes, gangly body. Then he took in the California tan and heard the heartbeat pounding away and knew that he was a human. A frightened human.
“Why?”
“Umm, why did I help you? Well, you were pretty well smashed and hurt and I just…couldn’t let you kill yourself while drunk, okay? If you want to die, I'll help you, by all means. I have a nice piece of wood right here and some holy water, but you need to know you won’t regret it when you get to wherever it is dusted vamps go.”
Spike fought off dropping his jaw, mainly because he didn't want to jar his fragile head but also so he didn't show his amazement to this child who had dragged him to what looked like his basement. The boy knew what he was and had still helped him.
How long had it been since someone besides Drusilla had helped him? Gave him a hand up instead of a slap to the head?
“God, it is too fucking early for this.” He just wanted to burrow back into the covers and seek the oblivion that had held him till just a few minutes ago but he couldn't, couldn't sleep without getting drunk because all he saw was his Drusilla, captured by the mob, being ripped to pieces in front of his eyes, over and over.
“I can, uh, leave. If you want. Or the sun will be down in, like, two hours. Just don’t make much noise. My parents don’t even like me living in the house, they’ll freak if they see you! And if you eat them you’ll probably just get drunk before you’re even halfway finished draining dear old Dad and you’ll be right back where you started. Drinking won’t help, anyway. It never does.”
“What do you know about it, little boy?!” Spike snarled and snapped at his rescuer and the boy jumped. When he saw that Spike wasn’t going to tear out his lungs, he answered.
“About what you’re going through, nothing. About drinking to get over yourself? I’ve got fifteen years of experience watching my family do it and all it does is make them worse. Like I said, you really want to die I’ll help you out, card-carrying slayerette here. Just…wait until the hangover is gone and you’re all clear headed.”
The words falling out of the man-child’s mouth were a mix of wisdom far beyond his years and something just south of strange. “Slayerette?”
“Yeah, one of my friends is the current vampire slayer. No, I will not be saying her name or giving you her address.”
Spike snorted. “Like I couldn’t find it out for myself.”
“Probably, but that doesn’t mean I’ve got to help you. That also means that me hauling your drunken ass into my home won’t be mentioned with my friends. They already think I’m useless, no need to make them doubt my sanity too. Let’s just call this a lost weekend sort of thing and after the sun sets you can leave and we’ll just forget we ever met, okay?”
Fuck. He was getting help and sympathy from a mortal. A human child not old enough to fucking shave yet. “God, my unlife sucks.”
“Yeah, well, life with a heartbeat ain’t fun all the time either.”
They sat in silence for a while, the man-child’s heartbeat loud and strong. Spike could tell he was afraid, hell, he was surprised the kid wasn’t pissing in his pants, but the mortal didn’t show it. He also didn’t turn his back on Spike, not even for a moment. Smart of him, not showing fear or a weak point to a predator. He might just let this kid live when the sun went down; he had bigger stones than some vamps Spike knew.
“So what’s your name, boy?”
The vampire snarled, and grabbed the bottle. “Not nice sneaking up on people, boy.”
“I wasn’t sneaking, you were just…occupied. I don’t think I could sneak if I wanted to. There was this time, when I was trying to get out of the house and…”
“Fucking hell, you’re right. You babble too much to be quiet. Go away, child, it’s your lucky night. Don't really feel like eating right now.”
Xander backed away, never turning his back, and sat in one of the swings. The car was parked right in the middle of the playground and had knocked the slide off-kilter. “That’s good…the not eating thing. Bad because I’ve never heard of a vamp pass on a meal. Ummm, this is going to sound weird, and I’m sure I’ll regret it as soon as I’ve had some sleep, but is there anything I can do for you? You sound upset.”
“What are you, the fucking camp counselor?”
“No, it’s just…you’re the first vamp I’ve really seen that wasn’t some idiot ruled by their stomach, well, except for Deadboy but he doesn’t count. And you’re obviously missing someone and I’m curious, all right? Everyone keeps on telling me vamps are mindless killing machines that don’t give a shit for anything beyond their own needs.”
“Fuck that. I wish it were true, and then it wouldn’t hurt so much to not have her here. With her for over a century, loved her for over a century and they took her from me. All I can taste is ashes. Her ashes. Want to meet the sun but first I have a fucking score to settle but I fucking well can’t because the sodding Irish bastard hasn’t been home!”
This last part was screamed into the night and Spike finished off the liquor and threw the bottle against the ground while Xander tried not to flinch, not to show fear. He watched as this so-called soulless monster yelled and cried and finally passed out. Xander knew he couldn’t just leave the man there; he might have a death wish but…he just couldn’t.
False dawn was approaching as Xander cautiously double-checked and made sure the vampire was out for the rest of the night. He only could hope that the car was an automatic.
*****
Spike woke up slowly. His head felt like it was stuffed with bricks and he had the worst taste in his mouth. He could feel that the sun was up and was confused. The last thing he could remember was drinking to Dru in the park, out in the open.
Wherever he was, he was only-semi comfortable. The bed wasn’t the best he’d been but sure as hell beat the trunk of the Desoto. The room he was in smelled of mildew and cleaning products but oddly enough it was the scent of a human close by that made him wonder. He groaned. He’d been saved from the sun by some do-gooder. Bastard. He didn’t want to live without his Dark Princess. It hurt too much.
“Umm, there’s coffee on the bedside table. Sorry, but I don’t think I have anything else you might like to drink… and doesn’t that sound weird coming out of my mouth?”
Spike groaned again and flipped himself over onto his back. The voice was male and rich but broke in odd places. A boy-child then. He rubbed his hands on his face and sat up, looking at his so-called rescuer.
For just a moment he thought that he was facing Dru in male form. Dark messy hair, dark eyes, gangly body. Then he took in the California tan and heard the heartbeat pounding away and knew that he was a human. A frightened human.
“Why?”
“Umm, why did I help you? Well, you were pretty well smashed and hurt and I just…couldn’t let you kill yourself while drunk, okay? If you want to die, I'll help you, by all means. I have a nice piece of wood right here and some holy water, but you need to know you won’t regret it when you get to wherever it is dusted vamps go.”
Spike fought off dropping his jaw, mainly because he didn't want to jar his fragile head but also so he didn't show his amazement to this child who had dragged him to what looked like his basement. The boy knew what he was and had still helped him.
How long had it been since someone besides Drusilla had helped him? Gave him a hand up instead of a slap to the head?
“God, it is too fucking early for this.” He just wanted to burrow back into the covers and seek the oblivion that had held him till just a few minutes ago but he couldn't, couldn't sleep without getting drunk because all he saw was his Drusilla, captured by the mob, being ripped to pieces in front of his eyes, over and over.
“I can, uh, leave. If you want. Or the sun will be down in, like, two hours. Just don’t make much noise. My parents don’t even like me living in the house, they’ll freak if they see you! And if you eat them you’ll probably just get drunk before you’re even halfway finished draining dear old Dad and you’ll be right back where you started. Drinking won’t help, anyway. It never does.”
“What do you know about it, little boy?!” Spike snarled and snapped at his rescuer and the boy jumped. When he saw that Spike wasn’t going to tear out his lungs, he answered.
“About what you’re going through, nothing. About drinking to get over yourself? I’ve got fifteen years of experience watching my family do it and all it does is make them worse. Like I said, you really want to die I’ll help you out, card-carrying slayerette here. Just…wait until the hangover is gone and you’re all clear headed.”
The words falling out of the man-child’s mouth were a mix of wisdom far beyond his years and something just south of strange. “Slayerette?”
“Yeah, one of my friends is the current vampire slayer. No, I will not be saying her name or giving you her address.”
Spike snorted. “Like I couldn’t find it out for myself.”
“Probably, but that doesn’t mean I’ve got to help you. That also means that me hauling your drunken ass into my home won’t be mentioned with my friends. They already think I’m useless, no need to make them doubt my sanity too. Let’s just call this a lost weekend sort of thing and after the sun sets you can leave and we’ll just forget we ever met, okay?”
Fuck. He was getting help and sympathy from a mortal. A human child not old enough to fucking shave yet. “God, my unlife sucks.”
“Yeah, well, life with a heartbeat ain’t fun all the time either.”
They sat in silence for a while, the man-child’s heartbeat loud and strong. Spike could tell he was afraid, hell, he was surprised the kid wasn’t pissing in his pants, but the mortal didn’t show it. He also didn’t turn his back on Spike, not even for a moment. Smart of him, not showing fear or a weak point to a predator. He might just let this kid live when the sun went down; he had bigger stones than some vamps Spike knew.
“So what’s your name, boy?”