Bad Pet
Marked
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Vampire Slayer is in no way mine. If it
were then I would be rich.
This is my first Buffy fic so be gently.
season because to me she died. I know
bits and pieces from the other seasons and know that Spike and Buffy and a
relationship at one point but that didn’t happen in my little
what you think.
He
had been watching. Ever since that damn
chip had been removed he had been watching the brunette.
sent out to get donuts. He wasn’t book
smart, wasn’t a good fighter, and he certainly didn’t have any magical ability
but they kept him around anyway. Even
though there wasn’t much to him he was enjoyable to look at and to watch.
from the bloody slayer.
Spike
watched as the brunette walked down the street, talking with the redheaded
girl, laughing and smiling. Spike was on
the hunt, following his intended, and no one was going to stand in his way, not
even the little witch. He followed at a
safe distance, blowing a puff of smoke from the cancer stick between his lips.
advantages. The two teenagers didn’t
seem to realize he was following them; they were too caught up in their own
conversation. Good for Spike, not for
them. Of course even if they knew he was
following them they didn’t know the chip was out so it wasn’t a problem.
them and would in this case. He wouldn’t
hurt the brunette of course; he wanted him for other reasons, but the little
redhead he didn’t care about. He took another
drag before flicking the cigarette into the street.
over to the two of them, trying to appear as harmless as possible.
you doing out here?”
He
shrugged and looked at the brunette, “Xander,
He said in greeting, “I could ask you the same thing.” He replied absently,
looking up at the moon.
They
were silent for a moment, the three of them just standing there.
hard enough to knock her out. Xander was
in shock at the action, wondering what was going on, how he was able to do
that. He stood there like a deer in
headlights and Spike chuckled.
picked him up, thrown him over his shoulder, and ran.
from him, “Let me go!” He shouted.
“Shut
up Xander, you’ll attract attention.” He growled, running towards the cemetery.
“That’s
the point!” He said, squirming, “Buffy!”
Spike
laughedhat hat blonde bimbo isn’t going to help you, she’s no where around
here, I made sure of that.” Xander opened and closed
his mouth, not sure of what to say.
Spike said nothing as he took him into a mausoleum, “Tomorrow at sunset
we leave but tonight I get to play with you.” He purred.
deepened.
“Yes
pet, play.” He said, throwing him onto a coffin.
temporarily stunned. Easily Spike
wrapped his fingers through his hair, “Ahhh, pretty
pet, we don’t have time to play the way I want to.
waking up soon and there’s no doubt she’ll go to the slayer.” He said the word
mockingly and with contempt.
Xander
swallowed hard, “Nice joke Spike.” He said, his voice shaking a little as he
started to get to his feet, “Just let me go ok, it isn’t funny.”
“
said from behind him, a very familiar voice.
“Shit.”
Xander said under his breath, inching away from them.
The
ownerthe the voice chuckled, “She’ll come looking Spike, what made you want
this one? You could have just killed them
and been done with it.” He said, stepping out of the shadows.
Leather,
a lot of it, the only piece that wasn’t a bla black button up shirt.
gel. The moment Xander had heard his
voice he knew who it was, Angelus. He
hoped to whatever gods there were that it wasn’t really Angelus,
that it was Angel, but if it was then he was a damn fine actor.
“I
bloody well didn’t feel like it.
Besides, it’s more fun to piss the ruddy slayer off.” Spike said,
crossing his arms over his chest, black painted nails stood out against his
pale flesh, “Where we headed? LA,
some God forsaken country?”
Angelus
drummed his fingers against the lid of a stone coffin, “Haven’t decided yet,
for now we can just drive, find a place to hole up for the day with your little
pet. You have to mark him, get him under
control.” He said, ignoring the fact that Xander was
right there.
Xander
stepped back, looking around almost wildly for a way out, “H-Hey!
control?” He asked, voice shaking, genuine fear
radiated from him in waves.
Angelus
looked at him, his demonic visage firmly in place, “Spike, get your bitch under
control.” He growled, eyes not leaving the human before him.
A
low growl escaped Spike’s lips as he shifted, yellow eyes looking at his soon
to be pet. Before Xander had a chance to
react Spike had sunk his fangs deep into his throat and swallowed a mouthful of
his blood before pulling back, “Happy now, he’s marked.” He growled, rubbing
his tongue over the wounds.
A
low groan escaped unbidden from Xander’s lips.
Something inside him had shifted at that bite, he felt odd.
squirm away, “W-What the hell did you do?!” He shouted, putting his hand over
the wound in his neck, backing into the wall.
Angelus
burst out into laughter, “Spike, bring your pet, we’re moving out.” He ordered,
walking out of the crypt.
Easily
he wrapped his hand around the back of Xander’s neck and led him out, “Behave.”
He growled in his ear, “If you don’t you’ll get a taste of what my sire’s
capable of.”
Without
a thought Xander swung, hitting him hard and running when he released his neck
in surprise. Both Angelus and Spike
growled before running after him, “You idiot!” Angelus hissed as they ran, “You
should have known he would try something like that!” He was pissed, very
pissed.
“Oh
sod off!” Spiket bat back, jumping over a gravestone.
Xander
ran with no intention of stopping until he found Buffy or a place where they
couldn’t get him. He was petrified of what
would happen when they did, “Xander!” Buffy shouted, he had ran
right into her.
“Oh
god Buffy save me!” He shouted, hiding behind her.
She
scowled, “What?”
“They’re
after me!”
She
looked around quickly, stake in hand, “Who?”
He
swallowed hard and pointed as the two vampires ran forward, “Buffy.” Angelus
said softly, slowing to a walk and sauntering towards them.
“Well,
if it isn’t the ruddy slayer.” Spike said, both of
them appeared human now.
“Angel,
Spike?” She questioned, unsure of what she was seeing.
Angelus
chuckled softly, “For a blonde she certainly isn’t blind.”
“Angel,
what are you doing here?” She asked, lowering her guard for a moment.
He
smiled, “Visiting.” He said calmly.
She
looked at Spike and scowled, “What are you doing with him?”
“He’s
family.” He said with a shrug, “Since when am I not allowed to visit family?”
“Buffy,
that’s not Angel.” Xander said quickly, finally breaking his silence.
“Of
course it is!” She said in exasperation, “Who else would it be?”
Angelus
burst into laughter, “Oh Buffy, Buffy, Buffy, how naïve you are and foolish.”
He purred, moving towards her. In a
flash of movement he ran his fingertips down her cheek, “Stupid slayer.” He
cooed before hitting her hard, sending her to the ground, “Get your pet Spike
while I deal with her.” He growled, face shifting.
Spike
growled and closed in on Xander while Angelus stood over Buffy, “But your
soul…” She said, getting to her feet.
“What
soul?” He questioned, “You know? I don’t
feel anything, hmmm, gee, what does that mean?
It means that Angel is dead; finally I don’t have to deal with t
ble
bleeding-heart anymore. Don’t even think
that you can try to use that gypsy magic to get my soul back either, it doesn’t
work if the soul’s been totally destroyed.” He said, chuckling softly.
for him. Spike growled and went after
him, “Decisions, decisions, stay and face me or go after your little friend.”
In
a flash she was after Xander and Spike, her friend needed her and she wouldn’t
let him down. Angelus sighed and shook
his head, pulling out a cigarette.
Leaning against a headstone, he waited.
Xander’s neck throbbed where Spike had bitten him.
him, almost. He kept going.
“Don’t
stop!” Buffy shouted, grabbing Spike and punching him.
He
didn’t, he wouldn’t, couldn’t.
into the door before trying the handle.
It was unlocked and he rushed inside, closing the door behind him.
doing here?” Giles asked, looking up from a book.
He
panted for breath, leaning against a wall.
The Englishman got to his feet, putting his book aside, and walked
over. A small amount of blood trickled
from the wound in Xander’s neck.
“It
hurts.” He whispered, panting softly.
Quickly
Giles helped him to his feet and over to the couch, “Rest, I’ll get something
for your neck, where’s Buffy?”
He
scowled, “Xander, who bit you?” He asked, putting some slave and a bandage over
the wound.
“Spike
did, Angelus said something about marking me and the Spike bit me.
qe
question about water, too focused on what was said before that.
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He went over to a bookcase and began to look
through the books. Quickly flipping
through one he found what he was looking for, “Read this.” He said, handing the
book to Xander, “I need to gather supplies, holy water, crosses…” He said
absently, walking out of the room.
Slowly
Xander began to read…