Vices of My Blood
Chapter 2
Author's Note: Warnings: Torture, Extreme Language, Sexual Situations, Violence Buffy/Spike; Drusilla/Angelus Pairing
Chapter 2
Buffy and Kendra had taken Angel to his apartment and tucked him into bed and then left to join Giles and the Scooby gang at the school library.
Angel rested peacefully for an hour before something jolted him awake. He experienced a clawing feeling as if something was ripping out his insides. He grimaced and tried to get comfortable but no position would work. He sat up and got out of bed only to collapse on the floor as the splitting pain got worse. “Oh, God, no!”
Angel’s demon roared through the pain until he was left in a trembling mass of dead flesh on the floor of his bedroom. His brow furrowed in confusion while he tried to make sense of what had just happened to his body.
After the few minutes he took to collect himself, he chuckled evilly as he stared at the ceiling. It was great to finally be free of that damn soul again. He had a hundred years of mayhem to catch up on. I wonder how Spike knew to do the ritual. I doubt he knows what he unleashed. William was always a simpleton, caring only about Drusilla’s health and how to restore it. He must have not have read the fine print of the spell using a soul as an agent to connect my body with Dru’s for the blood to pass through before it burned the soul to nothing. He smirked at that thought then frowned again at the thought of Buffy. Sure she was a hot, sexy little number. He couldn’t fault his soulful side for falling for that one. But love? Vampires didn’t normally vomit, but the thought of love made him want to choke. He had been trapped for a hundred years by guilt of his crimes over a young gypsy girl and now love of all things? What was this world coming to?
Oh, he remembered the gypsy girl like it was yesterday. She had the sweetest blood he ever tasted. She was a gift from Darla, a plaything for their bed when she got jealous of his attention on Drusilla. Ah, those were the days . . . days of excess, sexual orgies, endless bottles of blood wine, and a time where you’d think one missing gypsy girl would go unnoticed by a whole population.
But then, no one had said Darla was smart when she had stolen that girl out of the gypsy camp. The gypsies were the first he had seen of any magic. When he had finished ravaging the girl’s body until her screams had died on her lips leaving only a warm corpse that was cooling by the second, he had personally delivered her broken and torn body from hours of use and repeated sexual release to her clans doorstep and skulked away to the shadows to smirk and laugh to himself in the face of their grief. He only assumed they saw his fang marks and put a general soul curse on the vampire who had caused the girl’s death.
Angelus shook the thought away and picked himself up off the floor. He walked over to his closet and removed his duster, a swashbuckler shirt, leather pants and his boots. Once he was dressed, and hair gel applied; sure that everything was where it should be, he walked out the door in game face. He grabbed the first girl he saw, not caring to even notice that she was a prostitute, and violently bit her on the neck, draining her blood. He dropped her dead body among the garbage at the edge of the alley and walked away.
In a warehouse in the old factory district of Sunnydale where Spike and Drusilla had taken up residence, Drusilla was lying on her back on a huge stretch dining table. Spike wheeled himself around to her while she looked up at the ceiling blissfully.
Spike smiled at her. It was good to see his Dark Princess well again. She absolutely glowed with new vigor and an almost animalistic taste for young blood. “Are we feeling better, love?” he asked as he leaned on the table.
“I’m naming all the stars,” Drusilla sighed happily.
“You can’t see the stars, pet. That’s the ceiling. Also, it’s day,” Spike calmly reminded her. Apparently the ritual didn’t help her sanity any.
“I can see them,” Drusilla was resolute. “But I’ve named them all the same name,” she said inclining her head to look at him. “And there’s terrible confusion.”
Spike decided to humor her. “Did you see anything else, pet? Do you know what happens to Angel?”
As if Spike had conjured him up by saying his name, Angel walked through the side door. “Well,” Angel cleared his throat. “He moves to New York and tries to fulfill that Broadway dream. It’s tough sledding, but one day he's working in the chorus when the big star twists her ankle.”
Spike wheeled the chair around to stare at Angel. “You don’t give up do you?” Bloody ponce.
Angel slowly walked over to Spike. “As long as there is injustice in the world, as long as scum like you is walking . . .,” Angel looked down at the wheelchair and smirked, “well, rolling the streets . . . I'll be around.” Angel stopped a few feet from Spike. “Look over your shoulder. I'll be there.”
Drusilla’s smiled and squealed when she recognized the taunts of her sire. “Angel!”
Angelus smirked at his childe. “Yeah, baby. I’m back.”
Spike’s jaw dropped in surprise. “Is it really true?” Bloody hell, if it’s true . . . there goes my hundred year courtship of Drusilla.
“It’s really true,” Angelus said laughing and walked around the table.
Drusilla followed her sire with her eyes. “You’ve come home,” she said with a touch of wonder in her little-girl voice.
Spike followed Angelus, wheeling the chair around the table after his grandsire. “No more of this ‘I’ve got a soul’ shit?” Bloody fucking hell, a hundred years of wooing her, looking after her, and her daddy comes back for two seconds and she’s already making doe eyes at the bastard!
Angelus shrugged. “What can I say, hmm?” He struck a match on the table. “I was going through a phase.” He said as he lit a cigarette.
“This is so great! The three of us are together again.” Spike said excitedly. Damn you, Angelus, not now, not when I’m so bloody close to everything I wanted. Dru’s healthy and when the Slayer’s dead, I’ll be in my ripe, wicked plum’s good graces again. Spike ground his teeth at the thought of everything Angelus had done to humiliate him in Drusilla’s eyes. He’s going to make my un-life a living hell from now till the end of time. I can just feel it.
Drusilla stood up on the table and followed her sire and childe’s progress, walking on the table waving her arms and rocking her head slowly back and forth. “Everything in my head is singing!” Daddy's home and the Slayer will weep, day turns to night and the willows call out into the darkness searching for the lost lamb.
Angelus laughed at her antics. Drusilla and her pixies amused him sometimes. He may have driven her mad, but still had fairly accurate visions that have helped him a time or two. Aside from her visions, she was a very obedient childe, always trying to please him . . . in all ways.
“We’re family again,” Drusilla said, smiling as she let Angelus help her down off the table. “We’ll feed.” She gave a playful growl to Angelus before turning to Spike, leaning into the blond vampire. “And we’ll play.”
Spike smiled at his Black Goddess before turning to Angelus. I can only imagine the torturous games you have in mind, pet, and each and every one will kill me to watch you play them with my grandsire. “I’ve got to tell you, it made me sick to my stomach seeing you be the Slayer’s lap dog.” You followed her around like a faithful dog long enough.
Angelus growled at Spike grabbing the vampire by the shirt and kissed him on the forehead before stepping back. Spike was stunned into silence and then burst out laughing, followed by Angelus and Drusilla. I don’t know why you two are bloody laughing it up. I’ll find a way to dust you for good, Angelus . . . you sick son of a bitch.”
Drusilla looked up Angelus quizzically. “How did this happen?”
Angelus leaned against the table. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he said as he smirked knowingly at Spike. Gotta thank you, Spike, ol’ buddy, finally helped me get rid of that pesky curse I was carrying around.
Spike grinned, rolling his tongue against the back of his teeth. “Well, you’re back. Now it’s three against one, which are the kind of odds I like to play.” I prefer you gone and out my and Dru’s life forever . . .
Drusilla leaned closer to Angelus, whispering, “Psst. We’re going to find a way to destroy the world. Want to come?”
Angelus played with his cigarette. “Yeah. Destroying the world. Great. I'm really more interested in the Slayer.” I’ll teach that little girl to play with a souled vampire, waving that small pert ass around in front of me, knowing that I could never have it when I was guilt-ridden.
Spike cocked his head and raised a scarred brow. “We’ll she’s in the world, so that should work out.” If I don’t find a way to kill you first . . . maybe she will.
Angelus examined his cigarette. “Give me tonight. Hmm?” I want to play with her a bit.
Spike furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?” What have you got up your sleeve now, Angelus?
Angelus flicked the cigarette away. “Lay low for a night. By the time I’m done, she won’t be anything resembling a threat.” By the time I’m done, she may be crazier than Dru here.
Spike’s eyes lit up. “You've really got a yen to hurt this girl, haven't you?”
Angelus looked off in the distance. “She made me feel like a human being. That's not the kind of thing you just forgive."