The Silent Urge Series

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TSUS 47 - Assumptions


~ Spike ~

I must’ve fallen asleep. Maybe I was unconscious for a bit. Can’t tell. Everything’s fuzzy. Even my tongue. Should’ve washed those curtains more often.

The sun is nearly down, my inner clock tells me. Fuck, I can just imagine Xander and my Sire standing in front of the burned out ruins of the club. At least Sire will know I’m not dead. The problem is how will they find me? I don’t think they’ll guess I was kidnapped and chained down in the basement of the Slayer’s house.

They could think I ran off. Ran off to L. A. maybe to meet them there. They’d leave Sunnydale without me and when they realize it’s too late - I’m already ashes.

Slayer is pacing above me. The staccato sound of her high heels drums through the house like an erratic heartbeat. She is waiting, nervously waiting for something. For what? Do they all want to have a go at me? Why hasn’t she killed me already?

Maybe Giles wants to whip out his Dr. Mengele kit and sate his scientific interest in me?

Or maybe the Slayer just needs an audience to finish me off. Attestors for the Watchers' diaries.

Sire will care for Xander, will watch out for him and help him deal with the Urge. He'll make it without me, but I want to be there. I don't fucking want the Slayer and my Sire taking away from me what is mine!

"You won't win, you bitch!" I yell as loud as I can against the wall of velvet. I have to figure out a way out of this mess. William would give up, Spike never does.


~ Xander ~

"What do you think they'll do?" I ask and don't pull back from Angel. Not yet. I enjoy the comfort I can draw from him.

"I don't know. Some magic maybe. Nothing that will hurt you, I guess." Angel answers and I can feel his lips moving against my temple. I'm so hungry - and horny. Slowly I sit up and shiver like a heroine addict going cold turkey.

"'Kay. Let's do this." I look around for a shirt. It totally sucks that I have to wear Giles' clothes. Do I have shoes? Was I wearing shoes yesterday when they brought me here? Fuck. I feel helpless and I struggle with the shirt from yesterday. Spike bought me clothes. Real clothes. No hand-me-downs or good-will stuff from the last circus, but clothes that fit and made me feel... special, good. I miss Spike.

"Are you sure you’re up to it?" Angel asks.

"What other choice do I have?"

"We could always hightail out of here, meet up in L. A. Spike's not stupid, he'll get it and follow a couple of days later." A couple of days? I can't go another two days without him. Mission impossible.

"No way." I say because I just can't. I don't wanna talk to them anymore. I just want to get out and get back to Spike. I'm not sure anymore if all this jumping through their hoops is worth it. We can't stay friends since I don't think they'd appreciate me sharing the recent vamp-tastic sex-secrets, Xander-approved.

They care for me, so they say, in their ways but they don't care at all about what I want. They’ve got it all wrong. But I just can't, no, I won't be what they want me to be. I want to run off, but they won't ever leave me, leave us alone if they're not halfway satisfied as to my well-being first. What a joke.

I watch as Angel goes over to the window, opens it and checks the distance to the ground. "We can go out through here. I'll go first, you jump right behind me. I'll catch you." Angel grins.

"Hey, wait. I- look, let's see what they want to do first. We can still run off if it's too much." No, we can't. A slayer, a powerful witch, a capable Magician and a half-Hulk. If they dig in their claws it’ll be nearly impossible to get out again without being torn apart. I just have to count on the Xander-bonus and the Angel-first-undying-love-get-out-of-jail-card.

"Let's just get this over with fast." I pause to look directly at Angel who is still standing at the window, one hand on the sill. His face stuck somewhere between a pout and frustration. "Don't leave me alone, 'kay." I whisper and he nods a promise at me with brown, worried eyes.

I don't know why it's so easy to be weak in front of Spike, or especially Angel. Is it the blood, the Urge, the way Spike's mark on my neck feels like a connection to something bigger? I feel safer with these two vampires than I ever have before in my life. It's like they know what I'm going through. And I know that that marking bite means they'll never turn against me.

I open the door slowly, trying to not make noise. There are shoes, my old trainers, in front of the door, neat. And hey, Willow, there on the top stair, waiting for me, already watching me again.

"There you are! Finally." She says too brightly and stands up.

I've barely got enough time to put on my trainers before she links her arm through mine and guides me down the stairs. I can feel Angel right behind me without even looking. The others are waiting for me, for us. They seem to have been waiting for a while since they jump to their feet and Giles opens the front door. I take a deep breath.

"Where are we going?" I ask with an edge of panic because I was sure they'd try their little experiment here.

"Oh, Buffy is waiting at her house. There’s some stuff we need. You'll see." Willow says it as if she's announcing a trip to Disneyland. She smiles, it's so fake.

The moment we're outside, Giles and Riley shove between me and Angel. It makes my skin crawl to have them breathing down my neck and I can't stop myself from looking around for Angel. He finds my eyes with his own and tells me without words to keep calm. It should be easy for him to overpower both Riley and Giles if he needs to, right?

I can't believe I'm thinking like this about my friends. I can't help but feel like a prisoner on his way to execution while Willow babbles nonsense to fill the awkward silence.

I feel ridiculous, small and helpless, being fucking guided through the streets at night in too big, borrowed clothes. I need to be calm and just get this over with – it's less than an hour until I can see Spike again. I'll get through this and then we're up and out of here.

~ Spike ~

Finally, finally the sun is down. That boosts my getting-out-alive-chances nearer the twenty percent mark – well, if I can get out of these chains at all. And past the Slayer.

I hate to wait. Especially if I don't know what I’m waiting for or rather what to expect when the waiting is over. Fucking plans and patience – bugger that.

The tingling starts on the back of my neck. My Sire is close by. Oh thank you.

'S about time he got here, he'll get me out of here. He'll sweet talk Buffy and get me out--- wait.

He should be with Xander.
Why is he here and not with Xander?

Or else if Xander is with him – what are they doing here? Is Buffy waiting for them? Is everybody gathering here? To do what? Exorcise Xander?

I have a really bad feeling about this.

I wish I could have explained everything to my boy first. I left him. Left him like his Daddy did – bleeding and hurt, violated.

Did Angel get through to him? Did he explain what I haven’t had the chance to?

Oh bugger – the Urge. If Xander's with them – the moment he comes through that door he'll feel me. He'll lose it completely – fuck the audience and all.

It's over twelve hours since I fed him last. He must be hungry, he must be so hungry.

My beautiful boy, marked as mine, hungry, lost.
Bloody fucking hell.
All the things I promised him he’d never be again.

And I'm sitting here chained and bound, blindfolded and gagged – not to mention chipped.
I'm the stupidest and most pathetic Master vampire in all of history.
Not any help at all.

There is no chance the Slayer will even listen to an attempt at an explanation when Xander throws himself at my feet and begs for my blood.

We're all going to die in this fucking basement.

Everything started in a basement – well, everything ends in a basement.

Or maybe, like that first time, we'll all be surprised by what my chosen Mate is able to get through in order to get what he needs.


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Well, I have a hard time writing these days. Feedback is very appreciated.

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