The Silent Urge Series
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35 - D: Possession II
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35 - Possession II
~ Xander ~
I scan the club for my lover. Whoa – my lover. Spike. Spike, my lover. Here, this is my lover Spike. I grin to myself. Love is in the air... Or maybe not. Angel.
What the hell is Angel doing here? And why is he stomping toward me like a pissed off bull... terrier? I start laughing despite the situation of a pissed off Master Vampire, who happens to be big daddy to my lover vampire, coming towards me to defend the honour of his - oh oh. Urgh.
I am up in the air, gasping for breath and clawing at the strong hand that's wraped around my throat. Fuck - hey, I didn't do anything, did I? Shove off with the yellow eyes and grrrr-face, Deadboy.
~ Spike ~
Just bloody great. What are we, kindergarten-kids?
I run to catch up with Angel but reach him only after he has lifted Xander off the ground, shaking him like a rag doll, growling: "You hurt my boy!"
Xander, ballsy as always, just stares at Angel, the left-over of a smile on his face or maybe the beginning of one, which pisses Angel off even more. So he does smell faintly of fear, but not enough to sooth Big-dark-and-broody here.
"Let him down, Angel. He didn't hurt me." I say, in the most commanding voice I possess. Bad idea. Angel's head snaps around to me and he spits at me: "Since when do you give me commands, childe?" while Xander whimpers under the increased pressure of my sire's grip. Fuck.
~ Xander ~
Oooh, love that voice, love when he gets all manly and possessive. I try to grin at him but end up grimacing. Spike grins back though and then grabs onto Angel's arm that still holds me up. He shakes the arm, trying to loosen up Angel's grip on me but only succeeds in shaking me too, like a rag doll. Change of tactics, please. Needing air here. And soon.
"Spike is mine. You will not touch him again. Do you understand?" Angel growls at me, eyes flashing and nothing but rage in his demonic face. I wouldn't agree, nor nod my head, even if I could. Spike is his own man..pire. Doesn't need daddy anymore.
Anger starts to slowly dim the light-hearted happiness I just felt and I bare my teeth at Neanderthal-vamp in an aggressive fashion. Not gonna give Spike up this easily and I can't remember ever feeling this good in my life and Broody here has just destroyed it. I grab the arm holding me with both my hands and use it to pull me up, then put my legs around Deadboy's waist, crossing my ankles I squeeze his middle tight and now have a relatively good position on his hips to concentrate on getting his hand off my throat. I fucking hate to be strangled.
~ Spike ~
I admit I adore Xander's survivor mentality. Good move he did there but I hate to see him this close to Angel. My sire's arm has come around Xander's waist, a reaction on instinct but I hate to see him holding my boy like this. I feel the possessive rage of the demon surge to the surface and my face changes, seconds later I roar and rush forward and sink my fangs hard into the bulging cords of my sire's forearm. This move should at least direct the attention completely toward me. Unauthorized biting of an elder is bloody asking for your own dusting. Fuck it. Angel hasn't played along vampire lore in a long time.
~ Xander ~
Out of the corner of my eye I see Spike change and growl, then surge forward and bury his fangs in Angel's arm. I look back into Broody's face and the blatant disbelief and surprise in his features would have made me chuckle if I didn’t have this feeling that something very important was happening right here. I know biting is a delicate matter for vampires, have been on the receiving end of a furious Spike but this somehow seems bigger.
Only a moment later, I am on the floor, having fallen from the sudden withdrawal of Angel's hands and body. I look over to my right and see Spike pinned down to the floor. Angel has grabbed his hair and presses him down with his forearm still across Spike's mouth, fangs mercilessly boring into his flesh, but he doesn't seem to feel it.
"Are you challenging me, childe?" Angel growl-hisses very lowly, threatening Spike whose hands try to find some leverage in his sire's clothing to get out of the practically helpless position he's in.
~ Spike ~
You bloody tosser! You wanker, let me go! My fangs! That... ow! I shred mercilessly into the poof's skin but he is sooo pissed off he isn't even noticing it. I drink down the steadily flowing blood greedily. Wouldn't waste good Sire's blood.
Damn, I saw Xander fall. Is he alright? Stop pulling on my hair, you sissy. I growl and start kicking but Angel's fat thigh holds me down, his knee digging into my groin. Fucking huuuurts!
I cease struggling, doesn't do anything to get him off me. I suck harder on the deep wound. Bloody good ... blood. Poof frowns, as much as a vamp is able to in full fighting mask, and then wrenches his arm away in sudden realization. Never been the brightest, huh?!
I grin at him and lazily lick away the blood smeared on my lips. Angel fumes, not sure what to do. No action always got the most brutal reaction, but that was a hundred years ago. He can't chain me up and beat the shit out of me, then fuck me in my own blood *now*, can he?
~ Xander ~
I swear I'll never understand why Spike just *has* to piss people off. I mean okay, so Angel appeared here in Spike's... lair and attacked me, his... lover, without any reason BUT I am sure he - okay, I give up. Spike only tried to defend me against the soulful avenger. He defended me, defended! me! Me! A cheesy smile crawls onto my face while I stare down at my saviour and feel like a girl. Still, it is kinda cute. It's not as if I really had a chance against Not-evil-anymore, man against vampire is still an uneven fight after all.
Somehow Spike and Angel came to a tie, just from the smile on the bloody lips of my lover everybody can see he feels he won it, but somehow I can't shake off the feeling that nothing, absolutely nothing is resolved yet.
Slowly, to not shock them back into action, I get back on my feet. I look around and see that the last customers have already left - who would risk it to get between these two? - and that Rasplar and Maerg are watching the scene with wide eyes.
Treckle seems to be frozen to the spot with two glasses in his hands, he looks too pale even for him and somehow scared is not a look that goes with him at all. I suppress the grin. I, Xander Harris, common mankind, am not scared in the face of evil, demons or aliens nor in the depths of the apocalypses, but that Treckle, demon in origin, gets weak knees from watching a little bloodplay. Hah. Who's superior! Who is superior?!
My eyes trail back to Spike. His lips are ruby and look wet -kissable- in the twilight of the Twilight. Bad pun, Xander. He managed to get the arrogance out of his face and looks seriously at Angel.
"I didn't intend to challenge you, Sire, Head of the Aurelius bloodline. I only protected what, according to the lore of the Aurelius bloodline, belongs to me, as long as I don't give up my ownership willingly or am challenged and defeated over it. If anything, you, Sire, challenged me over the ownership of the human."
~ Spike ~
I just hope the poof realizes his mistake and does not go into the small-print. Ownership can only be claimed by marking the human for whatever purpose for everybody to see or by siring the human for whatever purpose. He already tricked me once, as I could never claim Dru as mine as long he didn't give permission to his 'property' or I'd challenged and defeated him or he was killed and, therefore, Dru was free. Not to mention that it was a wonderful thing to torture me with. Whatever I did, asking, screaming, begging, blackmailing, he never gave the permission and he knew I wouldn't challenge him then.
Angel looks straight into my eyes. I can practically see the cogs turning in his head. Slowly the anger fades away and with it the vampiric forms and sadness bleeds into his eyes when he realizes just another little aspect of the bloody piece of metal in my brain. Can't even claim my ownership and under normal vampiric circumstances I wouldn't be able to hold onto my pets or my mate without marking them, nor could I build up the structure of the bloodline by siring minions or childer. No bite means no bite. Time he gets that. Stubbornly, I stick my chin up, not letting on how miserable my situation makes me and how much more his pity increases it.
Finally, Sire nods and relief floods me only to fade away quickly with his next words.
"We have to talk. You and me. You, me and the boy. I want to have everything clear and out in the open when I claim you back as my property and mark the boy to gift him to you."
tbc soon (I hope)
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@ all
Long time, no update, I know and I am sorry. I am over my head in exams and other shit and I don't have a lot of time to write. Sorry. Thanks for still reading this and thanks for the reviews.
Thanks also for the luck-wishing and I hope it helped so far, 4 of 6 exams are written, 2 still to go, results around mid-march.
Thanks also for the compliments on my site, I am glad you like it.
@ Lady_of_Shadows
Yes, Joss Whedon does have Dru as Spike's sire but in my universe Angelus is Spike's sire. It's quite important as you may have seen now that he is it, I really can't imagine how nutty Dru would handle the situation.
@ Spyder616
No, I don't stop at the worst possible places to make my fans beg. It's a nice side effect though. lol. My chapters are each around 1500 words, that was the length in the beginning I was able to write each day after work. And it wouldn't be half as interessting if there were no cliffhangers, would it?
@ Cerab
Should I feel sorry that you stayed up that long just to read my fic?? *winks* Thanks for the review. Hope you come over to the BuffyFandom fans now. lol.
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35 - Possession II
~ Xander ~
I scan the club for my lover. Whoa – my lover. Spike. Spike, my lover. Here, this is my lover Spike. I grin to myself. Love is in the air... Or maybe not. Angel.
What the hell is Angel doing here? And why is he stomping toward me like a pissed off bull... terrier? I start laughing despite the situation of a pissed off Master Vampire, who happens to be big daddy to my lover vampire, coming towards me to defend the honour of his - oh oh. Urgh.
I am up in the air, gasping for breath and clawing at the strong hand that's wraped around my throat. Fuck - hey, I didn't do anything, did I? Shove off with the yellow eyes and grrrr-face, Deadboy.
~ Spike ~
Just bloody great. What are we, kindergarten-kids?
I run to catch up with Angel but reach him only after he has lifted Xander off the ground, shaking him like a rag doll, growling: "You hurt my boy!"
Xander, ballsy as always, just stares at Angel, the left-over of a smile on his face or maybe the beginning of one, which pisses Angel off even more. So he does smell faintly of fear, but not enough to sooth Big-dark-and-broody here.
"Let him down, Angel. He didn't hurt me." I say, in the most commanding voice I possess. Bad idea. Angel's head snaps around to me and he spits at me: "Since when do you give me commands, childe?" while Xander whimpers under the increased pressure of my sire's grip. Fuck.
~ Xander ~
Oooh, love that voice, love when he gets all manly and possessive. I try to grin at him but end up grimacing. Spike grins back though and then grabs onto Angel's arm that still holds me up. He shakes the arm, trying to loosen up Angel's grip on me but only succeeds in shaking me too, like a rag doll. Change of tactics, please. Needing air here. And soon.
"Spike is mine. You will not touch him again. Do you understand?" Angel growls at me, eyes flashing and nothing but rage in his demonic face. I wouldn't agree, nor nod my head, even if I could. Spike is his own man..pire. Doesn't need daddy anymore.
Anger starts to slowly dim the light-hearted happiness I just felt and I bare my teeth at Neanderthal-vamp in an aggressive fashion. Not gonna give Spike up this easily and I can't remember ever feeling this good in my life and Broody here has just destroyed it. I grab the arm holding me with both my hands and use it to pull me up, then put my legs around Deadboy's waist, crossing my ankles I squeeze his middle tight and now have a relatively good position on his hips to concentrate on getting his hand off my throat. I fucking hate to be strangled.
~ Spike ~
I admit I adore Xander's survivor mentality. Good move he did there but I hate to see him this close to Angel. My sire's arm has come around Xander's waist, a reaction on instinct but I hate to see him holding my boy like this. I feel the possessive rage of the demon surge to the surface and my face changes, seconds later I roar and rush forward and sink my fangs hard into the bulging cords of my sire's forearm. This move should at least direct the attention completely toward me. Unauthorized biting of an elder is bloody asking for your own dusting. Fuck it. Angel hasn't played along vampire lore in a long time.
~ Xander ~
Out of the corner of my eye I see Spike change and growl, then surge forward and bury his fangs in Angel's arm. I look back into Broody's face and the blatant disbelief and surprise in his features would have made me chuckle if I didn’t have this feeling that something very important was happening right here. I know biting is a delicate matter for vampires, have been on the receiving end of a furious Spike but this somehow seems bigger.
Only a moment later, I am on the floor, having fallen from the sudden withdrawal of Angel's hands and body. I look over to my right and see Spike pinned down to the floor. Angel has grabbed his hair and presses him down with his forearm still across Spike's mouth, fangs mercilessly boring into his flesh, but he doesn't seem to feel it.
"Are you challenging me, childe?" Angel growl-hisses very lowly, threatening Spike whose hands try to find some leverage in his sire's clothing to get out of the practically helpless position he's in.
~ Spike ~
You bloody tosser! You wanker, let me go! My fangs! That... ow! I shred mercilessly into the poof's skin but he is sooo pissed off he isn't even noticing it. I drink down the steadily flowing blood greedily. Wouldn't waste good Sire's blood.
Damn, I saw Xander fall. Is he alright? Stop pulling on my hair, you sissy. I growl and start kicking but Angel's fat thigh holds me down, his knee digging into my groin. Fucking huuuurts!
I cease struggling, doesn't do anything to get him off me. I suck harder on the deep wound. Bloody good ... blood. Poof frowns, as much as a vamp is able to in full fighting mask, and then wrenches his arm away in sudden realization. Never been the brightest, huh?!
I grin at him and lazily lick away the blood smeared on my lips. Angel fumes, not sure what to do. No action always got the most brutal reaction, but that was a hundred years ago. He can't chain me up and beat the shit out of me, then fuck me in my own blood *now*, can he?
~ Xander ~
I swear I'll never understand why Spike just *has* to piss people off. I mean okay, so Angel appeared here in Spike's... lair and attacked me, his... lover, without any reason BUT I am sure he - okay, I give up. Spike only tried to defend me against the soulful avenger. He defended me, defended! me! Me! A cheesy smile crawls onto my face while I stare down at my saviour and feel like a girl. Still, it is kinda cute. It's not as if I really had a chance against Not-evil-anymore, man against vampire is still an uneven fight after all.
Somehow Spike and Angel came to a tie, just from the smile on the bloody lips of my lover everybody can see he feels he won it, but somehow I can't shake off the feeling that nothing, absolutely nothing is resolved yet.
Slowly, to not shock them back into action, I get back on my feet. I look around and see that the last customers have already left - who would risk it to get between these two? - and that Rasplar and Maerg are watching the scene with wide eyes.
Treckle seems to be frozen to the spot with two glasses in his hands, he looks too pale even for him and somehow scared is not a look that goes with him at all. I suppress the grin. I, Xander Harris, common mankind, am not scared in the face of evil, demons or aliens nor in the depths of the apocalypses, but that Treckle, demon in origin, gets weak knees from watching a little bloodplay. Hah. Who's superior! Who is superior?!
My eyes trail back to Spike. His lips are ruby and look wet -kissable- in the twilight of the Twilight. Bad pun, Xander. He managed to get the arrogance out of his face and looks seriously at Angel.
"I didn't intend to challenge you, Sire, Head of the Aurelius bloodline. I only protected what, according to the lore of the Aurelius bloodline, belongs to me, as long as I don't give up my ownership willingly or am challenged and defeated over it. If anything, you, Sire, challenged me over the ownership of the human."
~ Spike ~
I just hope the poof realizes his mistake and does not go into the small-print. Ownership can only be claimed by marking the human for whatever purpose for everybody to see or by siring the human for whatever purpose. He already tricked me once, as I could never claim Dru as mine as long he didn't give permission to his 'property' or I'd challenged and defeated him or he was killed and, therefore, Dru was free. Not to mention that it was a wonderful thing to torture me with. Whatever I did, asking, screaming, begging, blackmailing, he never gave the permission and he knew I wouldn't challenge him then.
Angel looks straight into my eyes. I can practically see the cogs turning in his head. Slowly the anger fades away and with it the vampiric forms and sadness bleeds into his eyes when he realizes just another little aspect of the bloody piece of metal in my brain. Can't even claim my ownership and under normal vampiric circumstances I wouldn't be able to hold onto my pets or my mate without marking them, nor could I build up the structure of the bloodline by siring minions or childer. No bite means no bite. Time he gets that. Stubbornly, I stick my chin up, not letting on how miserable my situation makes me and how much more his pity increases it.
Finally, Sire nods and relief floods me only to fade away quickly with his next words.
"We have to talk. You and me. You, me and the boy. I want to have everything clear and out in the open when I claim you back as my property and mark the boy to gift him to you."
tbc soon (I hope)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
@ all
Long time, no update, I know and I am sorry. I am over my head in exams and other shit and I don't have a lot of time to write. Sorry. Thanks for still reading this and thanks for the reviews.
Thanks also for the luck-wishing and I hope it helped so far, 4 of 6 exams are written, 2 still to go, results around mid-march.
Thanks also for the compliments on my site, I am glad you like it.
@ Lady_of_Shadows
Yes, Joss Whedon does have Dru as Spike's sire but in my universe Angelus is Spike's sire. It's quite important as you may have seen now that he is it, I really can't imagine how nutty Dru would handle the situation.
@ Spyder616
No, I don't stop at the worst possible places to make my fans beg. It's a nice side effect though. lol. My chapters are each around 1500 words, that was the length in the beginning I was able to write each day after work. And it wouldn't be half as interessting if there were no cliffhangers, would it?
@ Cerab
Should I feel sorry that you stayed up that long just to read my fic?? *winks* Thanks for the review. Hope you come over to the BuffyFandom fans now. lol.
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