The Bites of Lust
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Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
When she had gone out of the factory, Faith had run for hours in the Sunnydale streets, finally stopping in the cemetery where she had been captured. She would have never been able to run so long before. She had a feeling that her strength was huge, and she discovered gradually her new capacities. She could see in the dark, she could hear the slightest rustle of leaves, she could move with grace and discretion, so fast that she appeared as a flashing shadow. And above all, she could smell blood. Human blood. Animal blood. She was just a predator now. A damned and perverted Slayer. She was useless.
What am I going to become?
She had collapsed weeping, discovering with horror some bloody tears in her fingers and hands. And she was hungry, she was so hungry. But dawn was about to break and she had to find a place to hide. It was out of question to go back to her motel room. She looked around her. Graves, nothing else but graves. And crypts.
She headed for one of them and opened the door with disconcerting ease. It was dark inside, but she could see everything. It was cold and damp, but her body was insensitive to temperatures changes. She closed the door and sat in a corner decorated with spiders' webs. She did not want to lie down on the tombstone in the middle of the room, for she refused to adhere to the myth of the vampire sleeping in a casket. Even Angel possessed a comfortable bed in his mansion, even Spike and Drusilla rested in silky sheets.
Dru...
Strangely, she could not prevent herself from thinking about her. In some way, she missed her, and the feeling disgusted her. She felt dependent on her creator, dependent on her knowledge and magic blood. Was there a link uniting vampires with those whom they shared blood with? Or was it simply hunger harming her and pushing her to surrender, to give up her last human defences and disown her conscience?
"I'll make you my child... my child of darkness... You'll never be alone again..."
Torn between two opposite worlds in which she had no room, she had never felt so alone. Thus it was tempting to believe Drusilla's words, to take refuge in her arms and to give free rein to her demonic urges, guided by the most cruel vampire. But Faith was too lucid to know an evil being could not be trusted, and the Slayer still remaining in her was too powerful to endure without fighting.
In the opposite corner of the crypt, a noise interrupted her contradictory and desperate thoughts. Two phosphorescent eyes stared at the vampire with interest. And Faith smelt the blood, the blood which was calling her and driving her crazy. How long could a vampire hold out without drinking? How long could she hold out in such an unbearable state of withdrawal? It had been just a few hours since she had drunk and she was already starving. She gazed at the rat, still immobile, and wondered if she could survive feeding with only animal blood. She knew the answer. Angel did it, but the true question was to know if she would have the strength to resist human blood.
She looked again at the rat lurking in the shade, frozen, as hypnotized by the strange creature which had invaded its lair. It only took a fraction of a second: the rat did not have the time to react, she had already seized it, and was sucking it noisily, not letting one blood drop get lost on the ground. The liquid was foul, and she repressed a sudden urge to vomit. She threw the bloodless carcass to the other end of the room, then huddled up on the floor, shaken by retches, and tried to get asleep to forget the hunger which, far from being appeased, had only intensified.
***
"Where is Faith?"
Spike cast an indifferent glance at the young man's corpse lying on the floor, then asked his question again to Drusilla, who seemed elsewhere and lost.
"Where is Faith?”
"She's gone... Children are so ungrateful... But she'll come back..." Drusilla answered, a weird smile on her lips.
"... Children?" Spike repeated without understanding.
Then he looked at the open shackles, not forced, the blood on the ground, and the boy again. Seized by a doubt, he rushed to Drusilla and opened the neckline of her dress, discovering with amazement the mark of a half-healed wound. In the same sensual way as she had done with him several centuries ago, Drusilla had offered her blood to her lover.
"No!!!" he yelled, seized by a fit of enraged jealousy. "How could you...?! You swore me!"
"She was so beautiful... her blood was so good... it was so good... so strong..." Drusilla simply answered, with a slow and calm voice, her head bent aside, her look vacant, as if she was remembering the unforgettable and ecstatic instants of this exceptional exchange of blood.
"It's sheer madness! Associating the Slayer's forces with vampires' ones! You created an invincible and out of control monster, and..."
Spike broke off. An idea had just taken shape in his mind.
"Hey! But she could get rid of this nasty stuck-up blonde and her Romeo stinking of humanity!"
Drusilla sighed and a shadow of sadness passed through her alabaster face.
"I don't think so, Spike..."
"Why?" he asked, a cruel smile on his thin lips.
For the first time, Drusilla sank her look in her lover's eyes.
"She's got a soul."
*****
To be continued in Chapter 9
When she had gone out of the factory, Faith had run for hours in the Sunnydale streets, finally stopping in the cemetery where she had been captured. She would have never been able to run so long before. She had a feeling that her strength was huge, and she discovered gradually her new capacities. She could see in the dark, she could hear the slightest rustle of leaves, she could move with grace and discretion, so fast that she appeared as a flashing shadow. And above all, she could smell blood. Human blood. Animal blood. She was just a predator now. A damned and perverted Slayer. She was useless.
What am I going to become?
She had collapsed weeping, discovering with horror some bloody tears in her fingers and hands. And she was hungry, she was so hungry. But dawn was about to break and she had to find a place to hide. It was out of question to go back to her motel room. She looked around her. Graves, nothing else but graves. And crypts.
She headed for one of them and opened the door with disconcerting ease. It was dark inside, but she could see everything. It was cold and damp, but her body was insensitive to temperatures changes. She closed the door and sat in a corner decorated with spiders' webs. She did not want to lie down on the tombstone in the middle of the room, for she refused to adhere to the myth of the vampire sleeping in a casket. Even Angel possessed a comfortable bed in his mansion, even Spike and Drusilla rested in silky sheets.
Dru...
Strangely, she could not prevent herself from thinking about her. In some way, she missed her, and the feeling disgusted her. She felt dependent on her creator, dependent on her knowledge and magic blood. Was there a link uniting vampires with those whom they shared blood with? Or was it simply hunger harming her and pushing her to surrender, to give up her last human defences and disown her conscience?
"I'll make you my child... my child of darkness... You'll never be alone again..."
Torn between two opposite worlds in which she had no room, she had never felt so alone. Thus it was tempting to believe Drusilla's words, to take refuge in her arms and to give free rein to her demonic urges, guided by the most cruel vampire. But Faith was too lucid to know an evil being could not be trusted, and the Slayer still remaining in her was too powerful to endure without fighting.
In the opposite corner of the crypt, a noise interrupted her contradictory and desperate thoughts. Two phosphorescent eyes stared at the vampire with interest. And Faith smelt the blood, the blood which was calling her and driving her crazy. How long could a vampire hold out without drinking? How long could she hold out in such an unbearable state of withdrawal? It had been just a few hours since she had drunk and she was already starving. She gazed at the rat, still immobile, and wondered if she could survive feeding with only animal blood. She knew the answer. Angel did it, but the true question was to know if she would have the strength to resist human blood.
She looked again at the rat lurking in the shade, frozen, as hypnotized by the strange creature which had invaded its lair. It only took a fraction of a second: the rat did not have the time to react, she had already seized it, and was sucking it noisily, not letting one blood drop get lost on the ground. The liquid was foul, and she repressed a sudden urge to vomit. She threw the bloodless carcass to the other end of the room, then huddled up on the floor, shaken by retches, and tried to get asleep to forget the hunger which, far from being appeased, had only intensified.
***
"Where is Faith?"
Spike cast an indifferent glance at the young man's corpse lying on the floor, then asked his question again to Drusilla, who seemed elsewhere and lost.
"Where is Faith?”
"She's gone... Children are so ungrateful... But she'll come back..." Drusilla answered, a weird smile on her lips.
"... Children?" Spike repeated without understanding.
Then he looked at the open shackles, not forced, the blood on the ground, and the boy again. Seized by a doubt, he rushed to Drusilla and opened the neckline of her dress, discovering with amazement the mark of a half-healed wound. In the same sensual way as she had done with him several centuries ago, Drusilla had offered her blood to her lover.
"No!!!" he yelled, seized by a fit of enraged jealousy. "How could you...?! You swore me!"
"She was so beautiful... her blood was so good... it was so good... so strong..." Drusilla simply answered, with a slow and calm voice, her head bent aside, her look vacant, as if she was remembering the unforgettable and ecstatic instants of this exceptional exchange of blood.
"It's sheer madness! Associating the Slayer's forces with vampires' ones! You created an invincible and out of control monster, and..."
Spike broke off. An idea had just taken shape in his mind.
"Hey! But she could get rid of this nasty stuck-up blonde and her Romeo stinking of humanity!"
Drusilla sighed and a shadow of sadness passed through her alabaster face.
"I don't think so, Spike..."
"Why?" he asked, a cruel smile on his thin lips.
For the first time, Drusilla sank her look in her lover's eyes.
"She's got a soul."
*****
To be continued in Chapter 9