The Birthday Present

With Warren getting his hands on Spike, things aren't going to be pleasant!


Chapter Seven

Warren got to the lab early the next morning, eager to start work on Lindsay’s vampire. He wheeled the crate in to the middle of the room and opened it. Once the vampire was pulled free of its casings, Warren activated it. Spike’s eyes opened and he stood up. He groaned inwardly as the sensor near his prostate was stimulated and his penis filled. His eyes widened in fear when he saw his surroundings, they darted from side to side desperate to see Lindsay.


“Morning, Spike,” said Warren stepping into view.


Spike began to tremble violently. Oh, God. He’s going to do it. He’s going to castrate me. He began to pant.


Warren stepped up to him and undressed him, pulling his t-shirt over his head and telling Spike to step out of his jeans when he had pulled them to the floor. He chuckled when he saw that Lindsay hadn’t bothered with underwear.


“Spike, I want you to go and lie down on the table in front of you.” Warren very briefly touched Spike’s erection. “Need to do something about this.”


Please no. Please don’t do it. Spike was terrified. He hesitated long enough to get a moderate shock from the chip, before he walked, on stiff legs, to the table. He got on it and lay down.


As Warren was securing Spike to the table with straps on his wrists, knees, ankles and waist, shoulders and neck, the vampire continued to shake. He fastened a metal frame to Spike’s head holding it immobile. He pressed the button to enable Spike to ejaculate and grimaced a little as the vampire shot his load over his belly.


“That’s the last time that you’ll need to do that,” said Warren meeting Spike’s eye.


He was referring to the fact that once the love potion was in Spike’s system permanently, then his orgasms would once more become his own. Spike, unfortunately, still thought that he was talking about castration and began to pant even heavier, his whole body shuddering.


“You’re a nervy little devil aren’t you?” said Warren as he wiped the vampire’s spendings from his body. He picked up a surgical scalpel. “This will hurt a little.”


Spike went rigid. To his relief Warren didn’t go to his genitalia but to his navel, where the valve for the self- lubrication system was hidden. But Warren was wrong it didn’t a little, it hurt like hell. Warren worked diligently. He had devised a way of inserting a bladder in the vampire’s abdomen in a similar fashion of the one that fed the self-lube system. But this time, instead of being attached to the intestine near the rectum, it was linked in to the stomach. It would enable a small and regular supply to be dribbled in to the stomach each day. When the lube or drug’s reservoir got low, Spike would be prompted into stand-by holding his hands against his belly to show the problem. Because messing with the vamp’s guts always took time to heal, Warren had opted to do this procedure first. Although the bladder that he inserted was new, he was confident that it would heal as quickly as when the lube was refilled, rather than the month it took when the lube system was done. The valve was also near the navel but wasn’t totally hidden. Warren hoped that Lindsay would forgive him the small blemish that he’d made.


Spike had passed out with the pain about half-way through the procedure and when he came around he was still strapped to the table. His abdomen felt sore and bloated.


What the fuck has he done to me?


The next thing that Warren did was to raise up the top half of the table until Spike was in a sitting position. The pressure that it put on the newly inserted system in his belly was extremely painful to Spike, making his head swim. He heard the clippers as Warren shaved a patch of hair on the back of his head that covered the site of the chip.


Oh, shite.


Warren worked diligently, fingers busy on the computer’s keypad when he hooked it up to the chip. He couldn’t do all of the reprogramming in one day as it would be too much for the vampire to bear. He wanted to release the block on the vampire’s fingers and facial expression, because both would need a little practice to get used to using again.


Spike drifted in and out of consciousness as Warren worked.

“I think that should do the trick,” said Warren as he shut down the computer and severed the connection with Spike’s chip.


He lowered the table and looked at Spike. He really was a pretty little guy. He hoped that he’d be able to make him in to the perfect boyfriend for Lindsay. If it worked, he could show his findings to his employers and hopefully get a huge pay rise if they used his ideas for the programme. The love drug should be starting to leech in to the vampire’s system but luckily because Lindsay had followed the start up protocol correctly, the chip, and therefore Spike, only recognised Lindsay as the owner and so the love would be reserved for him alone. Since Spike was unconscious, and wouldn’t be able to get in to shut down position, Warren put him on stand-by and left him where he was.


Spike woke to pain in his head due to the chip being accessed. He grimaced as he felt it, screwing his eyes up and wrinkling his nose. He was too bleary to realise that he’d actually been able to physically do it. He wanted to see Lindsay. He needed to see Lindsay.


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Over the next few days, Warren spent all his spare time working on Spike. He removed the feeding tube from Spike’s neck and throat, hoping that the vocal chords hadn’t been damaged beyond repair when it was inserted. Spike would now be fed via a tube running alongside the bladder containing the love inducing drug. The block on Spike’s speech had also been reversed, though Warren wasn’t sure that it would be successful. He wouldn’t know for a few days yet, as the vocal chords needed time to settle down.


Spike hadn’t been moved from the table in all the time that he’d been in the lab. He preferred it when he was lying flat because the pain in his belly wasn’t quite so bad that way. He’d been puzzled when Warren had fed him through his navel rather than his neck, but thankful that he’d included a sedative in the mixture that he squirted in to him. It made the time pass more quickly.


Now, Warren was ready to block Spike’s vampiric visage from being able to come to the fore and to put in the safe guard against his friend getting bitten even by the vampire’s human-like teeth.


“Sorry about this little buddy. But I’ve got to keep Lindsay safe from you,” said Warren conversationally as he approached the vampire.


Lindsay? I would never hurt Lindsay! I love him. Where is he? Doesn’t he love me any more? Spike was desperate to see him. It had been so long.


Warren pulled out a small vial and put a few drops of its contents in to Spike’s mouth. He stepped back a stride as Spike’s face immediately changed as he tasted the human blood. The growl that Spike emitted gave Warren hope that Spike’s speech would return.


“Boy, Lindsay wasn’t kidding when he said you look ugly like this.”


Warren swiftly inserted a gag and clipped the vial in place so that the blood could drip in to Spike’s mouth as he worked, keeping the features vampiric. Spike watched in horror as Warren selected some dental implements from a tray that he’d placed near to the table. He frantically tried to shake his head, but it was held firm in its frame and couldn’t move. He tried to change his features back but the taste of the blood in his mouth meant that he couldn’t.


NO! Christ, no. Not this. NO!


Tears rolled down Spike’s face as Warren carefully removed each of Spike’s vampiric teeth, not just the long fangs. He ground out the roots if they snapped off. The pain was excruciating and Spike frequently lost consciousness. Each time he did, Warren stopped what he was doing and used strong smelling salts or splashed his face with icy cold water, to bring Spike round once more.


“Sorry, buddy. But you need to know that this has been done.”


Warren was sorry that he hadn’t done this before he’d reanimated the vampire’s features. The pain etched on Spike’s face as he worked was kind of off putting. Spike’s hands clenched in to fists, as blood trickled down his chin from the extractions. When he had removed all the teeth, Warren stopped the blood from going in to Spike’s mouth. He watched with a satisfied smile as Spike’s face changed back to human with a soft whimper. He removed the gag and after a few minutes put the vial to Spike’s lips and dribbled some of the blood in. Spike stared at him balefully, but didn’t vamp up. Knowing that its weapons were gone had put his demon in to retreat. He couldn’t have vamped up if his life had depended on it. More tears fell.


Where’s Lindsay? He wouldn’t let this happen to me.


Warren went to put another gag in his mouth, a slightly different design. Spike quailed.


Christ, is the git going to pull these teeth too?


“No.”


The voice was so hoarse and low that Spike didn’t even realise that it was his. He was so used to being silent, apart from in his own head.


“God, I’m good!” Warren was delighted. The vampire had spoken. “It’s all right, Spike. This won’t take so long or hurt as much, I dare say.”


He slipped the gag between Spike’s lips and cranked his mouth as far open as he could. He removed two back teeth. One at the top and one at the bottom on the right-hand side of Spike’s mouth and drilled in to place a little fail-safe device that would activate, if at any point in the future, Spike was able to vamp up. It would force his mouth open, making biting impossible. It was also linked to any thoughts of aggressive biting when in ‘human’ mode.


“There, that’s done.”


Warren rinsed the blood from the vampire’s mouth and face. “I’ll see you tomorrow for the last alteration. Sleep well, Spike.”


Spike was left alone with his thoughts. Warren hadn’t included any of the mind numbing drugs that he was usually given, and so Spike was totally aware of who he was and what had just happened. The only thing that made him smile was when he thought of his boyfriend, Lindsay. He just couldn’t understand where he’d gone.


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When Warren got in to work the next morning, he went straight to Spike. “Morning. Did you sleep well?” He chuckled a little; he hadn’t had as much fun since he’d made the robot.

Spike felt exhausted, his stomach still hurt, and his mouth was agony. His mind was close to snapping, altogether. The removal of his fangs – the very essence of his being – had hit him hard. He was too tired and distressed to try to speak. He just glared at Warren as best as he could.


“Last little job this morning and then Lindsay can come and visit you tonight.”


Warren smiled as Spike’s expression changed. He managed a half smile as he processed the fact that Lindsay hadn’t abandoned him here.


“You want to see him, don’t you?”


Spike closed his eyes as he struggled to form the right word, but finally managed to whisper, “Yes.”


“I know he’ll be pleased to see you.” Warren was whistling as he connected the chips in Spike’s head to the computer.


Spike’s eyes flew open as his mind filled with his memories. Almost a century and a half of living by fist and fangs whizzed by as if he were watching a film. He began to pant as they started to fade. He tried to remember what each image had been but found that he couldn’t. He frowned as they disappeared one by one. When the last one faded to nothing, he relaxed. He had a strange feeling that he should know something that had happened, but he couldn’t remember what.


Warren couldn’t resist a glance at Spike’s face, once he’d managed to lock his vampiric memories away. God, he looked even more beautiful with his expression unclouded from not knowing what he was, what he had done, or what had been done to him. He returned his attention back to the computer. He accessed Spike’s recent memories and played about with them, in that he no longer remembered being a remote controlled vampire but actually thought that he was human. He kept the ‘ownership’ connection to Lindsay though. If all went as expected, Spike would remember what had happened to him since being with Lindsay but not that he was controlled in any way. Warren finally gave Spike some sedation, needing to numb his mind to make it more receptive to all the changes that he’d made. With a sigh, Spike succumbed to its effects.


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Lindsay wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans before pushing the door to Warren’s lab open. His visitor tag flapped against his chest as he walked in. Warren had organised for him to be permitted in to the facility. Warren had his back to the door but spun around as he heard Lindsay enter.


“Oh, man. You’re gonna love this.” He was bubbling with excitement.


Lindsay found that he couldn’t speak. He dumbly followed Warren in to another room. Warren watched Lindsay’s face as he saw Spike lying on, what now looked more like a hospital bed than the laboratory table that it was. He’d dressed the vampire in a hospital gown that he’d acquired from the department that did all the experiments. He needed Spike to think that he was in a hospital.


Lindsay glanced at Warren. “Terrible car wreck that he was in wasn’t it?” said Warren quietly, with a grin. “That’s what I’ve inputted in to him. He thinks he’s been hurt. He doesn’t remember being a vampire at all.”


Lindsay looked back at the bed. The slight figure lying on it had his eyes closed and appeared to be sleeping.


“Go on,” urged Warren. “Go and talk to him.”


He stood back, as Lindsay nervously approached Spike.


“Spike?”


Spike slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Lindsay. His head still hurt, but he smiled when he saw who it was.


“L...L…” He scowled in frustration and tried again. “L…Lindsay.”


“Oh, God.” Lindsay almost sobbed. He took one of Spike’s hands in his own.


Spike smiled at him again and squeezed it weakly.


Lindsay turned to Warren. “You did it. You really did it.”


Warren grinned. “I told you that I was good. I’ll leave you two love birds together. Don’t tire him out. He’s pretty weak. I’ll give you all the details of what I’ve done and what you need to do, when you come out.”


“Okay, thanks.” Lindsay turned his attention back to Spike, who was gazing at him with devotion. “How are you doing?”


Spike found it hard to think of what he wanted to say. But eventually, after a minute or so, he managed to mutter one word.


“Hurts.”


“Oh, Spike. I’m so sorry.” Lindsay stroked his face. “You’ll feel better soon, I promise.”


Spike leaned in to Lindsay’s touch, closing his eyes and sighing deeply. Everything would be all right now that Lindsay was there.


“You’ll be able to come home soon.”


Spike opened his eyes and gazed hopefully up at Lindsay. “P…promise?”


Lindsay found he was blinking back tears. He leant down and kissed Spike’s cheek.


“I promise.”


Lindsay heard Warren clearing his throat behind him. It was obviously time for him to leave Spike. “I’ve got to go. I’ll be back tomorrow.”


He tried to let go of Spike’s hand, but Spike wouldn’t let go.


“D…don’t…go.” Spike began to look distressed. “St…st…stay.” The act of talking was difficult for him. The words didn’t come to his mind easily, but he was desperate not to be left alone here; not after seeing Lindsay again. He loved him so much and now he knew that Lindsay loved him too and hadn’t forgotten him whilst he was in the hospital.


“Warren?” Lindsay looked worriedly at his friend.


“He’ll be okay. I’ll give him a little something. I need to show you the new feeding tube anyway.”


He got a bag of the blood product feed from one of the numerous cupboards and reconstituted it with water. He walked to Spike’s bedside, pulled the bedclothes back and lifted the gown that Spike was wearing.


“You can see that I couldn’t totally hide the valves at the top of the tubes, but they’re not that noticeable. If he was a bit fatter I could have hidden them with no problem. The drug reservoir is full so no need to touch that or the lube for a bit. This is the feeding tube.”


He popped off the cap and squirted the contents down the tube. Spike didn’t react, other than to raise his head and watch curiously. Warren had laced the feed with a sedative and soon the little vampire – if you could still call a de-fanged, thinks he’s human vampire, a vampire – was drifting off to sleep.


Warren guided Lindsay into his office and told him all that he’d done to Spike.


“So, basically, you’ve got what you wanted: a responsive, walking talking boyfriend. He can now do things without being ordered to. The chip is still there to prevent any aggression towards humans. You can still shut him down with the controller if you need to but otherwise, he will appear like a ‘normal’ person. He’ll sleep rather than be in stand-by. He will do as you say because he is now totally wired up to please you and make you happy. He will still be shocked if he ever manages to vamp up again, or totally disobeys a request by you though. But trust me, that little baby isn’t gonna deny you anything.” Warren leered at Lindsay.


Lindsay was silent for a time as he took it all in. “Jesus,” he whispered. He visibly pulled himself together. “So, when can I bring him home?”


“Tomorrow night, as long as you treat him like an invalid for a couple of days. Don’t get too carried away with him.”


“I’ll look after him. He said that it hurt. Were the changes bad for him?”


“No,” lied Warren. “It’s only the bladder that I put in for the drug that’s uncomfortable. They’re sensitive if their guts are messed with. He should be over the worst by tomorrow night. It just needs to settle into position.”


Lindsay felt a little sick at what had been done just because he had wanted it. But he’d done it for Spike, too. He hadn’t looked very happy most of the time; his expressive eyes told Lindsay of the torment he’d been suffering. Now, he would be able to be happy and feel safe. Lindsay had thought that his heart would melt when Spike had spoken his name.


“His speech seems like it’s difficult for him. Will that improve?”


“I’m not sure, to be honest,” replied Warren. “If it’s just getting used to it again, then I’m sure it will but it may be because of all the work that I did on his chips. I had to blank out large areas of his memory. I may have damaged his brain. If that’s the case, he…er…well…he may seem a little ‘slow’.”


Lindsay stared at Warren in horror.


“Look, he doesn’t need to be a rocket scientist to do what you want him to, does he?” said Warren quickly. “He’ll be happier if he’s not thinking too hard.”


“Okay…I suppose.”


“Look, go home. Get everything ready for him and take him home tomorrow night. He’ll be fine once he’s with you all the time.”


Warren walked Lindsay to the door, and then quickly checked on Spike. He was asleep and didn’t stir as Warren strapped him firmly to the bed, before leaving for the night.


Tbc