The Bites of Lust

CHAPTER 5


"Dru?!" Spike called when they arrived in the old factory used as their lair.


Faith had been tied to a Saint Andrew cross, still blindfolded, and had tried nothing to free herself. Still under the influence of alcohol, she felt as if out of her body and watched the events as if they happened to someone else.


"Dru?!"


Spike finally found the vampire, combing her long black hair, staring vacantly at the mirror in front of her which reflected nothing but the room behind her. He lifted her from her chair and took her in his arms, giving her a kiss on her forehead.


"My love, do you know what the day is today?"


"Yes!" Drusilla answered chuckling, a demented smile on her pallid face, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's my birthday!"


"And I told you you'd have a big surprise! Come on!"


He took her hand and led her to her gift. Drusilla studied the tied young woman, but seemed disappointed.


"Oh, Spike! I'd have preferred children... You know how much I like their tender sweet flesh..."


"But what would you say about... a young and vigorous Slayer?"


A new smile lit up Drusilla's face. She turned to Spike, her look full of love and astonishment.


"A Slayer? Oh, my baby, you're so adoooorable!"


She flung her arms around Spike's neck and kissed him passionately. He loved seeing her that way, radiant with joy and expected pleasure.


"And I could play a little with her?" asked Drusilla shyly with a small mischievous smile.


"Of course, love, she's yours, you'll do whatever you want."


Drusilla let out a sigh of contentment, almost a purr, and dropped Spike's hand, to come nearer Faith.


"Oh, Spike, it's so cute, you even thought about the little ribbon..."


She unfastened the ribbon, as if opening a present, and removed the blindfold. Hatred flashed in the gift's eyes.


"You should change your lipstick, it doesn't fit well with your complexion of corpse!" Faith shouted, humiliated to find herself in such a desperate situation, reduced to the state of an object.


"Mmm... She's pretty, Spike..." Drusilla simply said, ignoring the remark while gently caressing Faith's cheek, who turned her head away at the touch of the frozen hand.


A thought totally inappropriate in such a context came through the Slayer's mind.


B, how can you bear the coldness of his hands on your body?


Drusilla had come so close that Faith could feel her hair brushing her face. The vampire was sniffing her skin in an almost obscene way.


"It's funny, Spike... I don't feel fear in her... But she's sad... so sad... Her heart is so dark..."


"Don't worry, when you have dealt with her, she'll know what fear is..." Spike reassured while putting his fingers in Drusilla's hair.


"Fuck off, bastard!" Faith spat, her pride being trampled on.


"Ah yes, I forgot, Dru, this Slayer is particularly crude... Good manners are being lost..."


Drusilla gave a worrying smile and plunged again her mad look into Faith's. She undressed with her eyes the quartered woman, then ran a finger with a sharp claw down her tank top, slashing the fabric as if it was just a paper sheet. A thin red line formed on Faith's skin, who did not bat an eyelid. The smell of blood threw the vampire's senses into turmoil who collected the few scattered drops with the tip of her fingers and raised them to her lips. Her eyes closed, savoring the vital liquor.


"The Slayer's blood... Supreme elixir... Divine nectar of the night creatures... What rapture..."


Drusilla gripped Faith by her jaw, digging her claws into her cheeks, imprinting crimson marks in them, and forced her tongue in the dark Slayer's mouth. The pointed canines slightly tore her lips, making the blood trickle, immediately sucked by the vampire. Faith could not move her body nor her head, so she snapped her jaws shut on the intrusive tongue. Drusilla yelled and a stream of blood overran Faith's throat, making her choke and cough. The liquid she could not have spat out first burned her entrails, then a strange sensation seized her, an impression of suspended time, and in a split second, that of seeing farther, through the walls, through the time, through the minds, then everything closed, folded back, only leaving to the Slayer a vague fit of dizziness.

Her mouth was bloody, as the reflection of that of the vampire, who was gazing at her with fascination. Spike moved closer to hit Faith when Drusilla held his arm back.


"No! She's mine, Spike, I forbid you to touch her, you hear me?!" the vampire shouted peremptorily, her voice strangely not altered by the wound.


Spike stepped back, impressed by Drusilla's tone. For all his henchmen, he was the proud chief, invincible and legendary: but as for him, he knew too well who the master was. She was his sire, his creator, his lover, and the unpredictability of her madness only made her stronger and more dangerous. He loved and feared her for the same reasons: she had no pity, no conscience, no gratitude, no herd instinct. As a solitary and medium predator, she followed her own enigmatic way, the voice of her ill and demonic mind built with visions, and if Spike was still alive today, he only owed it to this strange love she had been feeling for him for several centuries.

So, when Drusilla took this sharp and implacable tone, and when he glimpsed a gleam of murderer dementia weaving its way through her lost look, he obeyed without arguing.


"She's mine, Spike. And I like her.", she added with a sadistic smile.


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To be continued