Take Me As I Am

Angelus found his two Childer in the Mansion’s dining room. They were drinking from wineglasses, red drops of blood stained their lips. A glass filled with the life-giving liquid stood waiting for him on the table.

“Spike, Dru. Are you hungry?” He asked before taking a sip of blood. It was a fine vintage. A+ if I’m not mistaken.

“Angelus. Been waiting for your lazy bum to get out of bed.” Spike’s disrespect earned him a glare from Angelus and a smack on the head from Drusilla.

“Sorry Sire. You know I get cranky when I’m hungry,” He offered as an apology, rubbing his head for a moment.

Angelus decided to let it go for now. He could always punish Spike later. Draining his glass he gave a swift kick to Spike’s shin to get him going. Ignoring his Childe’s surprised yelp of pain he then offered a hand up for Drusilla.

“Well then. Let’s go hunting.”

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It was early evening, the sun had just set and the shadows were joining the growing darkness. The few people still out and about were hurrying inside, either to someone’s home or to the local hangouts like the Bronze. They may not be aware of the danger living in Sunnydale brought but they had enough self-preservation to try and avoid the night. Not that it helped much.

Angelus had led his Childer to the park near the college. Only fledges were stupid enough to hang around the cemeteries looking for food. It was the first place the Slayer looked for newly risen vampires, fledges fresh from the graves. The poor sods never stood a chance without a good Sire to help and protect them. Fledges were more often than not only minions. They were not made with love, however warped that feeling might be. They were not cherished and protected, not taught the fine art of hunting or the proper way to play with their food. They were nothing more than cannon fodder in the ever-ongoing war with the Champions of Light. Now and then an ambitious minion could rise in the ranks of its Master; with luck they might even reach the coveted status of adopted Childe. As long as a true Childe did not get rid of the annoying rival, of course.

Scanning the tree-covered path before them, Angelus listened for the sound of footsteps while Spike kept an eye on Dru. They did not need her to suddenly wander off, oblivious to anything but the voice of the stars.

Angelus was hungry but he also wanted to go back home. He did not like leaving his human alone.

My human. I have barely spoken to him and yet he’s mine. Xander. Alexander. It’s weird how I didn’t see him before. Blinded by Buffy. He looked at his oldest Childe, talking to the tree Spike was leaning against. I hope we don’t run into her. I’m not sure what Giles told his Slayer but if she threatens my family she’s gone.

He was suddenly alerted to the heavy footfalls of someone coming, two someones actually. He hissed to get his Childer’s attention. They knew what to do. It might have been a while since a joint hunt but it is just like riding a bike, as the silly saying goes.

Angelus joined Spike behind the trees while Drusilla walked onto the path. She looked beautiful and ethereal, dancing in the pale moonlight. Her ankle-long blue dress twirled around her as she moved.

Around the bend came two young men, smelling faintly of beer. They hesitated shortly before continuing forward. Obviously they were not native to Sunnydale. Almost every teenager knew to stay away from weird people. Studying above the Hellmouth gave them a sense of awareness that slowly disappeared as they grew older.

Beside him Spike showed his true face, or gameface as the young humans called it. He was baring his fangs, wanting to rip the throats of these inferior humans daring to look at his Princess. Drusilla was hardly in any danger though. She may leave the violence for others but she still knew how to fight, if need be.

“Hello there sweetie,” one of the males said, catching Dru’s attention.

“Hello.” She smiled, still dancing; keeping the men’s attention firmly on her while her family emerged from the shadows. Spike sneaked up behind the men while Angelus hung back, watching.

“Are you alone? The park can be dangerous after dark.”

“No.” Dru reached out a hand towards one of the men. “Yes.” She grabbed him by the neck as Spike lunged for the other one. Angelus enjoyed the sight of his Childer thrusting their fangs into vulnerable throats, drinking their fill and listening to the short-lived cries of fear and pain, ignoring the victims flailing arms. The men were easy to subdue and drain. Afterwards Spike and Dru joined in a bloody kiss, two corpses lying at their feet. Angelus felt proud, aroused and hungry. He had decided to stay out of the first feeding, seeing as the food was not enough for three vampires. Watching them feed had been a rare pleasure, another thing he had missed.

They’re a beautiful sight to behold. They hardly spilled a drop of blood on their clothes. I can’t wait to get them home. Such good table manor deserves a good reward. I’ll even let them choose were to fuck.

“Come on you two. Spike, hide the bodies and let’s go.” He held out his hand. “Drusilla, come here.”

Spike and Drusilla reluctantly stopped their kiss in order to continue tonight’s hunt. Dru with a smile stepped forward to share a violent kiss with her Sire; Spike with a scowl dragged the bodies to the side of the path. Angelus took charge of the kiss, mapping the contours of Dru’s mouth, tasting the irony tang of fresh blood. Soon Spike was fidgeting impatiently beside them, playing lookout and getting turned on. Suddenly Angelus’ arms, his lips on Spike’s lips, surrounded him. He eagerly allowed access to the foreign tongue seeking entrance to his mouth. The kiss ended too soon.

“The quicker we find some more blood, the quicker we can get back home and fuck.”

Spike completely agreed and together they followed a giggling Drusilla further into the park.