What Dies Inside Us: Prologue
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Multiple
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, het, blood, non-con, angst, Daddy!kink, BD/SM, and outrageous accents
A/N: Written in response to the Round Sixfangfetish Make Us Faint Challenge.This story takes place in an AU Season 1 of BtVS.The title is derived from the Norman Cousins quote, "Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live".
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, het, blood, non-con, angst, Daddy!kink, BD/SM, and outrageous accents
A/N: Written in response to the Round Six
fangfetish Make Us Faint Challenge.This story takes place in an AU Season 1 of BtVS.The title is derived from the Norman Cousins quote, "Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live". Spike stalked through the nightclub, his attention focused on the slim blonde girl and her two companions. He had gone out hunting for something young and fresh to bring back to his Sire and found himself a Slayer. Not a very good one, he surmised, for she hadn’t yet tuned into his presence. Still, this might be a bit of luck.
After Prague, they needed something to divert them. His Sire’s grief was too strong, the loss they’d suffered too overwhelming. Perhaps…no, he wouldn’t kill this one just yet. A game for the both of them, pitting themselves against the newest Slayer, would surely raise their spirits. And, he noted, the two young ones with her were tasty morsels. The little red one reeked of innocence and power, a heady combination sure to arouse his Sire. The dark boy he’d save for himself. Spike licked his lips in anticipation. Breaking him open would sate one hunger, while turning him would fulfill another of their needs.
Family. They’d lost family in Prague. Idiot mob. But this place seemed to offer a cornucopia of delights. And if the two children proved disappointing, they’d at least make an excellent meal. With that, Spike left the nightclub. He’d find a meal out there somewhere. Best to keep things quiet for now, until he found what his Sire wanted to do.
He bypassed the cheap tramp walking with two eager aroused men. Wouldn’t do to be handing garbage to his Sire. No, he needed something better, purer for his beloved. Something like…those two girls. A statuesque brunette and slightly shorter blonde were walking towards a car, nattering on about boys and clothes. With an economy of movement, Spike disabled both of them and bundled them into the back of the car. He hoped he’d finally be able to persuade his Sire to eat. If he couldn’t, he shuddered to think of the results.
He reached the mansion and dragged the two unconscious girls by their hair. Tying them up took moments, and he dumped them in the dungeon before seeking out his Sire. After the mob, they had come to this backwater town to attend The Master. Stupid git and his world domination plans! Got himself stuck in a time bubble thing and had to wait it out. Privately, Spike felt that leaving the old bat to rot wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. But he wasn’t about to say that out loud. That old bat had many hundreds of years on him and was still a formidable vampire. Best just to scrape and bow and stay as far away from him as possible.
Thus, the mansion. Neither of them could stomach The Master’s presence for more than a night and had no intention of living below ground with him. Him and his spouting of prophecies about his great victory…Spike thought a moment and a cruel smile spread across his handsome face.
“Angelus, I’ve brought dinner,” Spike murmured to the dark vampire sitting by the window.
“I’m not hungry, me boy,” Angelus replied. “I can’t stop…I see them everywhere, dissolving.”
“Hush, luv. I miss the girls too. You know I do. But this is the place for us, ‘Gelus. I can feel it. Guess what I found tonight?”
“Hmm,” came the reply, distant and disinterested.
“A Slayer, “ Spike said, pausing slightly and then adding, “With friends.”
Angelus turned and Spike saw a tiny spark light his beautiful brown eyes.
“A Slayer with friends? That’s certainly a novelty. An’ from the look in yer eyes, ye have somethin’ in mind, I’m thinkin’.”
“Well, I was just going to kill’er and turn her friends. For sport, you know. But, there’s that prophecy about The Master destroying the world…P’rhaps you’d like to play a game, my sweet?”
“A game,” Angelus repeated, growing thoughtful.
“Well, we both know that this little chit ain’t going to destroy The Master. Not without help, at any rate. But, if she had a Champion on her side…a vampire with a soul, charged to help the helpless or something barmy like that? I imagine the two o’them could take the old tosser down easy. Then, it’d be simple to kill her and take her two pals as playthings,” Spike explained.
“You want new family, “ Angelus said flatly.
“Sire, you’re my blood and my bane. I love you ‘til dust. But, we need to move on, “ Spike wheedled. “The little girl, red-haired and innocent, you’d enjoy breaking her. As for me, it’s been too long since I’ve had a sweet little boy to play with…”
“I’ll be after deciding on new family after I meet them. But, first, I’ll need to dust off my soul, “ Angelus smiled. “It’s a bit worse for the wear, I’d imagine.”
Spike grinned, pleased that his plan had found favor. “Now, will you come eat? Two sweet young things chained up and awaiting your pleasure in the dungeon…”
Angelus rose from his chair, walking over to where Spike stood. Wrapping a large hand around the blonde’s neck, he growled softly.
“Chained and awaiting my pleasure just as you will be, boyo. It’s been too long since I’ve fucked you into the mattress. I’m thinking it’s time to remedy that.”
Spike smirked, trying and failing to hide the thrill that ran through his dead veins. He loved his Sire, loved to feel the big body covering him and tearing him open. He shivered at the memory of Angelus’ cock, covered in blood and spunk, forcing its way down his throat. Angelus laughed deep and long, pulling the smaller vampire in for a vicious bruising kiss.
“Ah, William! Yer love is a grand thing! Taken good care of me, ye have and I intend to repay yer many kindnesses,” said the booming voice, menacingly.
Spike just smirked again. A game, warm food, and his Sire’s erotic attentions, all close at hand. What more could any vampire ask for?
After Prague, they needed something to divert them. His Sire’s grief was too strong, the loss they’d suffered too overwhelming. Perhaps…no, he wouldn’t kill this one just yet. A game for the both of them, pitting themselves against the newest Slayer, would surely raise their spirits. And, he noted, the two young ones with her were tasty morsels. The little red one reeked of innocence and power, a heady combination sure to arouse his Sire. The dark boy he’d save for himself. Spike licked his lips in anticipation. Breaking him open would sate one hunger, while turning him would fulfill another of their needs.
Family. They’d lost family in Prague. Idiot mob. But this place seemed to offer a cornucopia of delights. And if the two children proved disappointing, they’d at least make an excellent meal. With that, Spike left the nightclub. He’d find a meal out there somewhere. Best to keep things quiet for now, until he found what his Sire wanted to do.
He bypassed the cheap tramp walking with two eager aroused men. Wouldn’t do to be handing garbage to his Sire. No, he needed something better, purer for his beloved. Something like…those two girls. A statuesque brunette and slightly shorter blonde were walking towards a car, nattering on about boys and clothes. With an economy of movement, Spike disabled both of them and bundled them into the back of the car. He hoped he’d finally be able to persuade his Sire to eat. If he couldn’t, he shuddered to think of the results.
He reached the mansion and dragged the two unconscious girls by their hair. Tying them up took moments, and he dumped them in the dungeon before seeking out his Sire. After the mob, they had come to this backwater town to attend The Master. Stupid git and his world domination plans! Got himself stuck in a time bubble thing and had to wait it out. Privately, Spike felt that leaving the old bat to rot wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. But he wasn’t about to say that out loud. That old bat had many hundreds of years on him and was still a formidable vampire. Best just to scrape and bow and stay as far away from him as possible.
Thus, the mansion. Neither of them could stomach The Master’s presence for more than a night and had no intention of living below ground with him. Him and his spouting of prophecies about his great victory…Spike thought a moment and a cruel smile spread across his handsome face.
“Angelus, I’ve brought dinner,” Spike murmured to the dark vampire sitting by the window.
“I’m not hungry, me boy,” Angelus replied. “I can’t stop…I see them everywhere, dissolving.”
“Hush, luv. I miss the girls too. You know I do. But this is the place for us, ‘Gelus. I can feel it. Guess what I found tonight?”
“Hmm,” came the reply, distant and disinterested.
“A Slayer, “ Spike said, pausing slightly and then adding, “With friends.”
Angelus turned and Spike saw a tiny spark light his beautiful brown eyes.
“A Slayer with friends? That’s certainly a novelty. An’ from the look in yer eyes, ye have somethin’ in mind, I’m thinkin’.”
“Well, I was just going to kill’er and turn her friends. For sport, you know. But, there’s that prophecy about The Master destroying the world…P’rhaps you’d like to play a game, my sweet?”
“A game,” Angelus repeated, growing thoughtful.
“Well, we both know that this little chit ain’t going to destroy The Master. Not without help, at any rate. But, if she had a Champion on her side…a vampire with a soul, charged to help the helpless or something barmy like that? I imagine the two o’them could take the old tosser down easy. Then, it’d be simple to kill her and take her two pals as playthings,” Spike explained.
“You want new family, “ Angelus said flatly.
“Sire, you’re my blood and my bane. I love you ‘til dust. But, we need to move on, “ Spike wheedled. “The little girl, red-haired and innocent, you’d enjoy breaking her. As for me, it’s been too long since I’ve had a sweet little boy to play with…”
“I’ll be after deciding on new family after I meet them. But, first, I’ll need to dust off my soul, “ Angelus smiled. “It’s a bit worse for the wear, I’d imagine.”
Spike grinned, pleased that his plan had found favor. “Now, will you come eat? Two sweet young things chained up and awaiting your pleasure in the dungeon…”
Angelus rose from his chair, walking over to where Spike stood. Wrapping a large hand around the blonde’s neck, he growled softly.
“Chained and awaiting my pleasure just as you will be, boyo. It’s been too long since I’ve fucked you into the mattress. I’m thinking it’s time to remedy that.”
Spike smirked, trying and failing to hide the thrill that ran through his dead veins. He loved his Sire, loved to feel the big body covering him and tearing him open. He shivered at the memory of Angelus’ cock, covered in blood and spunk, forcing its way down his throat. Angelus laughed deep and long, pulling the smaller vampire in for a vicious bruising kiss.
“Ah, William! Yer love is a grand thing! Taken good care of me, ye have and I intend to repay yer many kindnesses,” said the booming voice, menacingly.
Spike just smirked again. A game, warm food, and his Sire’s erotic attentions, all close at hand. What more could any vampire ask for?
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