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Part 31
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Part 31
~From: Fran-tastic
~To: Clever Childe
~Subject: Blood
Dear Spike,
Hello, gent. And give a warm hello to Xander, as well.
Look, I’ve been checking into a few things with Giles, like I told you before, and he’s entirely gone off his rocker. I thought I should warn you, just in case he decides to e-mail or call you.
There’s a chance—a chance, mind you, and nothing like a certainty—that your habit of drinking solely from Xander could have effects you’re unaware of.
He heals as quickly and completely as he does because of the Morah demon’s blood, which has regenerative properties. (Yes, I know. Obviously, right? And stop rolling your eyes. You’re still a vampire and I’m still a Slayer, got it? lol)
Basically, Spike, Giles is flipping out because there is a possibility that drinking Xander regularly might cause changes within your body. That could mean anything from… healing faster yourself, to—worst case scenario—becoming human, with all the discomforts associated with that state.
I actually have no idea of what that would do to your demon. Or to your soul, now that I think about it. It might be truly interesting to find out, though. Of course, not with you, but… hmm. I’ll have to suggest a little experiment to Giles. Perhaps I could capture a vampire, rather than dust it… do a series of tests with varied exposure to Morah blood, and…
Sorry, mate. Went off on a bit of a tangent there.
Like I said, it’s unlikely that feeding exclusively on your claimed? Mate? Whatever. Xander.
It’s not likely that feeding only on Xander will do much to you. If it were going to, I’d think you would have seen signs of it by now, right? It’s been… well over a month, hasn’t it?
In any case, I just wanted to warn you that Giles has lost his bloody mind and things are probably not anywhere near as bad as he thinks.
I suppose I could be wrong, of course, but it happens so rarely that I doubt this is one of those times. lol
Right, then. And it’s back to bloody ‘training’ for me. As if I’ve forgotten how to use a bloody sword in the last week.
My best to you and Xander.
~Fran
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~From: Watcher Man
~To: Clever Childe
~Subject: Stop!
Spike!
You must stop feeding on Xander immediately! It could make you human and while that may be a state you aspire to, I’m afraid it would be terrible for your relationship! Xander is effectively immortal from all accounts and I don’t believe you wish him to suddenly be caring for a dying lover and while I know you would likely have at least fifty years, considering the age at which you were turned, I am not convinced that it would be enough.
Please, Spike, think of my boy and his heart. It would destroy him to find that his vampire lover was suddenly human and that it was the fault of his own blood which I’m sure he gives you out of love!
I will do everything in my power to discover some method of avoiding your fate, but until then, you must stop feeding on him!
I will alert you as soon as I have any more information. Or Fran will as she is the only one I’ve taken into my confidence regarding this matter.
I realize that she is quite young. Far too young, most might think, but she is a remarkably mature girl—more so than many other women twice her age, as I think you probably noticed when you met her. She is also in possession of a brilliant mind. One which is quite capable of handing whatever this situation calls for.
You can trust her as you would me.
Right, then. No feeding on my son and one of us will contact you.
~Giles
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“Well,” Spike murmured, fingers slowly running through the dense dark silk of his Xan’s hair, “What do ya make of it, pet?”
Xander frowned slightly, eyes shifting quickly as he re-read Giles’ e-mail, then went back to look over Fran’s again. “I… I don’t know, baby,” he finally answered. “I never thought about my blood hurting you, but if they’re right, then maybe…”
The vampire growled, pulling the brunette out of the chair and against him roughly. “No!” he snarled, glaring the scant inch or so up into wide greenish-brown eyes, “Not stoppin’, luv! Luv ya, an’… ya taste too bloody good! My Primal! ‘s my right ta drink ya whenever ya let me!”
The convoluted logic-that-wasn’t almost made him laugh, but his own concerns over his love’s wellbeing stopped him. His arms wrapped tightly around the more slender form and he growled back, the beast within him just as unhappy with the idea of ‘theirs’ not feeding from them as the vampire was.
“Spike,” he started, only to realize the blond wasn’t listening. “Spike!” he said again, snapping the name this time and going on only when the stunned gold-flecked blue eyes showed that he had his vampire’s attention, “We’ve been pretty much equals in this relationship right from the start and that means I get to make some decisions here, too. I’m not saying that I don’t want you drinking me anymore, okay?”
Spike’s relief exited on a sigh as he stared even deeper into the forceful gaze, wondering why he’d ever thought he was in charge. It had to be spending so much time around Peaches, he decided, what with the older vampire’s anal-retentive ‘I’m the Sire, you’re the Childe, we’re vampires and anything that falls under the influence of our Order is ours to command’ thing. He’d actually forgotten that part of what had made him love his Xan was that the bloke was just as strong, just as in control as any vampire he’d ever known—and that included his acting Sire.
“Right, then,” he finally rumbled, the growl subdued but still there. “What are ya sayin’, pet?”
Xander frowned again, thoughtfully this time. “I… fuck, baby, I love it when you bite me. Love feeling you drink. It… goes straight through me, you know? Like being stabbed in the gut but so much better. I mean, I feel it like that. Sudden, deep… overwhelmingly intense. So, no. I don’t want that to stop. But” he added quickly, wanting Spike to understand, “If Giles is so worried about it, then maybe… maybe we should cut back a little, okay? Still drink me but don’t always feed on me. Not until we know what’s actually gonna happen.”
The vampire growled again. Go back to bagged blood? Or worse yet, animal, since the great poof had that whole bizarre ‘no human’ policy in place? Have to make do with pig’s blood or cow, when right there in his arms was the most amazing, wonderful blood in the entire world and it was all his? His… mate-to-be’s?
“Don’t know if I can do that, Xan,” he admitted slowly, “After close ta a month of havin’ just ya, I don’t… bloody hell, don’t know if I could even keep soddin’ human blood down, not ta mention cow’s blood.”
Even as a Primal, Xander couldn’t help the disgusted look on his face. He didn’t drink blood himself, but both he and his hyena understood the difference between live, steaming, fresh food and what Angel allowed his employees to consume. But even so…
He forced his eyes to harden, still holding his love’s stare intently. “You’re gonna have to, Spike. Because if they’re right, then I’ll be looking at a fucking long eternity all alone. I want my forever to be with you, okay? And that means you as a snarky, hyperactive, irritable, brilliant, amazing, sexy as all hell vampire! Got it?”
And when his bloke put it like that, he couldn’t do anything but sigh and nod. “Yah, luv… want that ‘forever’ too, don’t I? But…”
His eyes softened, the green receding just a bit as Xander leaned in, pressing his lips roughly to the soft, full, pale pink of Spike’s mouth. “We’ll work it out, love,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. “And I don’t care what Deadboy says. We’re gonna get you some human blood. You’re a vampire. Not a vampire bat. If he has a problem with it? I’ll just put him out like you said. I am technically the Master of the Order now, right?”
It was his Xan’s entirely wicked wink that had Spike laughing. “Bloody hell. Ya should do it anyway, luv. Just ta see th’ look on th’ prancy git’s face before ya let him back in. An’ ya would have ta let him back in. Runnin’ th’ Order, not ta mention Wolfram an’ bloody Hart, wouldn’t leave us near enough time ta shag.”
‘Feed ourssss…?’ he felt the hyena almost begging in the back of his head, and as much as he wanted to do just that, he couldn’t. Not with knowing what could happen, no matter how unlikely it seemed. ‘No… we could hurt ours…’
‘Never hurt ourssss… love ourssss…’ it answered, the silent tone confused.
‘Feed ours later,’ Xander allowed, relieved when the still disgruntled animal spirit curled up inside him to mope.
He blinked a few times, finally catching up with what Spike had been saying.
“This is very true,” he agreed, hands roaming slowly up and down his vampire’s spine. “Besides, the cars are cool but I got my fill of paperwork when I was still with the Council. Let Broodsome handle all that. It’s not like he has anything better to do, right? You know, other than ‘ponce around’ frowning disapprovingly at us.”
“Don’t forget his wolf-bint, pet,” Spike added with a smirk, “Does her on a fairly regular basis. While she’s in her human phase, one would bloody well hope…”
Xander laughed, even as one hand slid down to Spike’s denim clad rear and landed a hard swat on one toned cheek. “I so didn’t need that mental image, babe. Now, come on. It’s almost midnight and we need to find you a blood supply.”
The vampire sighed. “Hoped ya’d forget about that, luv. Leastwise til mornin’…” He gave his Primal his best begging pout. “What do ya say, Xan? One more night of your blissful flavor before ya put your poor luv on a soddin’ tasteless diet? Promise ta make it worth your while, I do…”
The former human groaned, even as he nodded and pulled the blond towards their bedroom, and if Spike managed to hear the small whispered ‘Oh, God, I am so whipped’ that escaped him, the vampire never told.
They’d get back to Giles and Fran… later.
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(A/N: Many, many thanks to TheShadowCat, dmalfoy, chibifae, RedSharpie & nulinka for the reviews on the last part. You guys are the best! *grins* More soon, I hope. I'm working on it. LOL)
Part 31
~From: Fran-tastic
~To: Clever Childe
~Subject: Blood
Dear Spike,
Hello, gent. And give a warm hello to Xander, as well.
Look, I’ve been checking into a few things with Giles, like I told you before, and he’s entirely gone off his rocker. I thought I should warn you, just in case he decides to e-mail or call you.
There’s a chance—a chance, mind you, and nothing like a certainty—that your habit of drinking solely from Xander could have effects you’re unaware of.
He heals as quickly and completely as he does because of the Morah demon’s blood, which has regenerative properties. (Yes, I know. Obviously, right? And stop rolling your eyes. You’re still a vampire and I’m still a Slayer, got it? lol)
Basically, Spike, Giles is flipping out because there is a possibility that drinking Xander regularly might cause changes within your body. That could mean anything from… healing faster yourself, to—worst case scenario—becoming human, with all the discomforts associated with that state.
I actually have no idea of what that would do to your demon. Or to your soul, now that I think about it. It might be truly interesting to find out, though. Of course, not with you, but… hmm. I’ll have to suggest a little experiment to Giles. Perhaps I could capture a vampire, rather than dust it… do a series of tests with varied exposure to Morah blood, and…
Sorry, mate. Went off on a bit of a tangent there.
Like I said, it’s unlikely that feeding exclusively on your claimed? Mate? Whatever. Xander.
It’s not likely that feeding only on Xander will do much to you. If it were going to, I’d think you would have seen signs of it by now, right? It’s been… well over a month, hasn’t it?
In any case, I just wanted to warn you that Giles has lost his bloody mind and things are probably not anywhere near as bad as he thinks.
I suppose I could be wrong, of course, but it happens so rarely that I doubt this is one of those times. lol
Right, then. And it’s back to bloody ‘training’ for me. As if I’ve forgotten how to use a bloody sword in the last week.
My best to you and Xander.
~Fran
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~From: Watcher Man
~To: Clever Childe
~Subject: Stop!
Spike!
You must stop feeding on Xander immediately! It could make you human and while that may be a state you aspire to, I’m afraid it would be terrible for your relationship! Xander is effectively immortal from all accounts and I don’t believe you wish him to suddenly be caring for a dying lover and while I know you would likely have at least fifty years, considering the age at which you were turned, I am not convinced that it would be enough.
Please, Spike, think of my boy and his heart. It would destroy him to find that his vampire lover was suddenly human and that it was the fault of his own blood which I’m sure he gives you out of love!
I will do everything in my power to discover some method of avoiding your fate, but until then, you must stop feeding on him!
I will alert you as soon as I have any more information. Or Fran will as she is the only one I’ve taken into my confidence regarding this matter.
I realize that she is quite young. Far too young, most might think, but she is a remarkably mature girl—more so than many other women twice her age, as I think you probably noticed when you met her. She is also in possession of a brilliant mind. One which is quite capable of handing whatever this situation calls for.
You can trust her as you would me.
Right, then. No feeding on my son and one of us will contact you.
~Giles
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“Well,” Spike murmured, fingers slowly running through the dense dark silk of his Xan’s hair, “What do ya make of it, pet?”
Xander frowned slightly, eyes shifting quickly as he re-read Giles’ e-mail, then went back to look over Fran’s again. “I… I don’t know, baby,” he finally answered. “I never thought about my blood hurting you, but if they’re right, then maybe…”
The vampire growled, pulling the brunette out of the chair and against him roughly. “No!” he snarled, glaring the scant inch or so up into wide greenish-brown eyes, “Not stoppin’, luv! Luv ya, an’… ya taste too bloody good! My Primal! ‘s my right ta drink ya whenever ya let me!”
The convoluted logic-that-wasn’t almost made him laugh, but his own concerns over his love’s wellbeing stopped him. His arms wrapped tightly around the more slender form and he growled back, the beast within him just as unhappy with the idea of ‘theirs’ not feeding from them as the vampire was.
“Spike,” he started, only to realize the blond wasn’t listening. “Spike!” he said again, snapping the name this time and going on only when the stunned gold-flecked blue eyes showed that he had his vampire’s attention, “We’ve been pretty much equals in this relationship right from the start and that means I get to make some decisions here, too. I’m not saying that I don’t want you drinking me anymore, okay?”
Spike’s relief exited on a sigh as he stared even deeper into the forceful gaze, wondering why he’d ever thought he was in charge. It had to be spending so much time around Peaches, he decided, what with the older vampire’s anal-retentive ‘I’m the Sire, you’re the Childe, we’re vampires and anything that falls under the influence of our Order is ours to command’ thing. He’d actually forgotten that part of what had made him love his Xan was that the bloke was just as strong, just as in control as any vampire he’d ever known—and that included his acting Sire.
“Right, then,” he finally rumbled, the growl subdued but still there. “What are ya sayin’, pet?”
Xander frowned again, thoughtfully this time. “I… fuck, baby, I love it when you bite me. Love feeling you drink. It… goes straight through me, you know? Like being stabbed in the gut but so much better. I mean, I feel it like that. Sudden, deep… overwhelmingly intense. So, no. I don’t want that to stop. But” he added quickly, wanting Spike to understand, “If Giles is so worried about it, then maybe… maybe we should cut back a little, okay? Still drink me but don’t always feed on me. Not until we know what’s actually gonna happen.”
The vampire growled again. Go back to bagged blood? Or worse yet, animal, since the great poof had that whole bizarre ‘no human’ policy in place? Have to make do with pig’s blood or cow, when right there in his arms was the most amazing, wonderful blood in the entire world and it was all his? His… mate-to-be’s?
“Don’t know if I can do that, Xan,” he admitted slowly, “After close ta a month of havin’ just ya, I don’t… bloody hell, don’t know if I could even keep soddin’ human blood down, not ta mention cow’s blood.”
Even as a Primal, Xander couldn’t help the disgusted look on his face. He didn’t drink blood himself, but both he and his hyena understood the difference between live, steaming, fresh food and what Angel allowed his employees to consume. But even so…
He forced his eyes to harden, still holding his love’s stare intently. “You’re gonna have to, Spike. Because if they’re right, then I’ll be looking at a fucking long eternity all alone. I want my forever to be with you, okay? And that means you as a snarky, hyperactive, irritable, brilliant, amazing, sexy as all hell vampire! Got it?”
And when his bloke put it like that, he couldn’t do anything but sigh and nod. “Yah, luv… want that ‘forever’ too, don’t I? But…”
His eyes softened, the green receding just a bit as Xander leaned in, pressing his lips roughly to the soft, full, pale pink of Spike’s mouth. “We’ll work it out, love,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. “And I don’t care what Deadboy says. We’re gonna get you some human blood. You’re a vampire. Not a vampire bat. If he has a problem with it? I’ll just put him out like you said. I am technically the Master of the Order now, right?”
It was his Xan’s entirely wicked wink that had Spike laughing. “Bloody hell. Ya should do it anyway, luv. Just ta see th’ look on th’ prancy git’s face before ya let him back in. An’ ya would have ta let him back in. Runnin’ th’ Order, not ta mention Wolfram an’ bloody Hart, wouldn’t leave us near enough time ta shag.”
‘Feed ourssss…?’ he felt the hyena almost begging in the back of his head, and as much as he wanted to do just that, he couldn’t. Not with knowing what could happen, no matter how unlikely it seemed. ‘No… we could hurt ours…’
‘Never hurt ourssss… love ourssss…’ it answered, the silent tone confused.
‘Feed ours later,’ Xander allowed, relieved when the still disgruntled animal spirit curled up inside him to mope.
He blinked a few times, finally catching up with what Spike had been saying.
“This is very true,” he agreed, hands roaming slowly up and down his vampire’s spine. “Besides, the cars are cool but I got my fill of paperwork when I was still with the Council. Let Broodsome handle all that. It’s not like he has anything better to do, right? You know, other than ‘ponce around’ frowning disapprovingly at us.”
“Don’t forget his wolf-bint, pet,” Spike added with a smirk, “Does her on a fairly regular basis. While she’s in her human phase, one would bloody well hope…”
Xander laughed, even as one hand slid down to Spike’s denim clad rear and landed a hard swat on one toned cheek. “I so didn’t need that mental image, babe. Now, come on. It’s almost midnight and we need to find you a blood supply.”
The vampire sighed. “Hoped ya’d forget about that, luv. Leastwise til mornin’…” He gave his Primal his best begging pout. “What do ya say, Xan? One more night of your blissful flavor before ya put your poor luv on a soddin’ tasteless diet? Promise ta make it worth your while, I do…”
The former human groaned, even as he nodded and pulled the blond towards their bedroom, and if Spike managed to hear the small whispered ‘Oh, God, I am so whipped’ that escaped him, the vampire never told.
They’d get back to Giles and Fran… later.
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(A/N: Many, many thanks to TheShadowCat, dmalfoy, chibifae, RedSharpie & nulinka for the reviews on the last part. You guys are the best! *grins* More soon, I hope. I'm working on it. LOL)