Poetry In Motion
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Multiple
Rating: NC-17 eventually (PG-13 for now)
Warnings: None yet
A/N: This is a retake of the S2 episode "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered". A bit of dialogue taken from that episode, but it goes AU pretty quickly. Feedback welcomed and appreciated.
Rating: NC-17 eventually (PG-13 for now)
Warnings: None yet
A/N: This is a retake of the S2 episode "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered". A bit of dialogue taken from that episode, but it goes AU pretty quickly. Feedback welcomed and appreciated.
Drusilla swayed in front of the dark-haired boy, smiling naughtily. She could feel him, winding around inside her, curling ever so sweetly in the pit of her tummy. She giggled at the tickley feeling his presence created.
“Your face is a poem,” she whispered softly. “I can read it.”
“Really? It doesn’t say ‘spare me’ by any chance,” squeaked the mouth, but Drusilla only smiled.
“Mouths lie, sweet lamb. Only the eyes hold the truth. I see your truth. The sickness in your soul,” she crooned, reaching out to cradle his face between long strong fingers.
“I’m not sick,” he protested, scrabbling backwards on the grass.
“Naughty kitten,” she scolded sweetly. “It festers there, behind your eyes. You see, so dark and so deep. You see and it burns you. Will you share? Give your burn to Mummy and she’ll drink it down like cordial.”
“Look, very nice crazy lady, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m not real interested in finding out, either,” Xander protested.
“Tut, tut, you’ve time for tea. Give me your eyes and I’ll show you,” Drusilla crooned, wrenching Xander’s face upwards.
Brown eyes locked with incandescent blue ones, completing an unseen circuit. Drusilla moaned under her breath, trembling with excitement at the secrets inside her new pet’s eyes. Xander stiffened as fingers traced down his body.
“Just so,” Drusilla nodded in satisfaction. “Come along, my sweet. Time for us to be off. There are sighs and stars inside you that must be put right tonight.”
Xander nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets. He followed after Drusilla, mind whirling with what he’d seen. Her eyes had shown him things, about her, about him, about what was now and what never could be. He followed her because not following seemed scarier after what he’d seen.
They reached the mansion, and Xander stopped, kicking at the dirt. Drusilla turned and crooked a finger, beckoning him forward. He shook his head, grimacing slightly.
“You must come, “ Drusilla told him firmly. “Miss Edith is expecting you.”
“Uh-huh,” Xander said slowly. “Wonder if DeadBoy is, too? Look, I’m not anxious to die tonight. Angelus isn’t exactly my biggest fan and the feeling is more than mutual. So, if it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll just say no.”
“Daddy will smile,” Drusilla assured him, a secretive smile playing over her features. “Death doesn’t walk tonight, pretty kitten. He’s taken his scythe home for sharpening. Come and share the welcome.”
“Do I even have a choice,” Xander asked bitterly.
“There are choices everywhere,” Drusilla murmured. “Choices like wildflowers, smelling sweet and waving in the breeze. Pluck them up and they wither.”
“Right,” Xander sighed heavily. “And I’m starting to see why DeadBoy and Spike have such short tempers.”
Drusilla turned suddenly, walking lightly towards the mansion. Xander watched her go, and with a shrug, followed her inside. If choices were wildflowers, Xander figured he might as well get a good look at the bouquet.
And now I’m thinking like her, he reflected. Maybe she had a point about the sickness.
He stepped heavily inside the mansion to see Drusilla dancing around the room, skirts billowing out gracefully. Sitting in a wheelchair, Spike watched her, smiling happily. But, the biggest surprise was Angelus.
To Xander’s amazement, Angelus didn’t attack him or even mock him. Instead, Angelus strode from his place by the fire to take Xander’s hand. Leading the smaller boy forward, Angelus smiled and crushed Xander to him in a hug.
“Ye’ve come home, lad. Dru promised it to us, but she’s got a way o’speaking that can drive ye mad sometimes,” Angelus confided happily.
“Yeah, that’s our girl,” Spike confirmed, eyes moving from Drusilla to Xander. “She’s daft but she’s never wrong.”
“Spike,” Drusilla pleaded. “Dance with me. I want to celebrate. The kitten’s sighs and purrs made my tummy tickley.”
“Can’t, luv,” Spike answered. “Got to wait on Angelus and his magical healing, don’t I?”
Angelus shook his head sadly, pulling Xander closer to him. Xander knew he should be struggling, but the strong arms around him felt right. Strange, but Xander was pretty experienced with strange.
“Tonight, little one. I’ll heal ye up and we’ll celebrate our boy come to us,” Angelus promised.
“Umm, I probably shouldn’t ask this but, where did the crazy go? Not that I want you all homicidal,” Xander added hastily. “I’m just confused. You were all death and destruction a few days ago.”
“The soul, pet,” Spike explained. “Angel’s poncy soul imprisoned his demon, drove it mad. We figured it out, me an’ Dru. Took a bit of doing, but we fixed him up right and proper.”
“They’re my darlings,” Angelus nodded. “Not to say I’ll be back on animal blood, but I’m not anxious to destroy the world, either. ‘Twas the madness and the pain that drove me there.”
“And I figure into all of this how,” Xander inquired.
“I told you, silly,” Drusilla chimed in. “The sighs and the stars behind your eyes told me to fetch you home.”
“Home,” Xander repeated blankly.
“Aye, lad,” Angelus confirmed. “Did ye not ever wonder about yerself and why ye were so popular with demons?”
“A nummy treat,” Spike smirked. “That’s what you are, whelp. The energy you give off makes you a demon magnet.”
“Just so,” Angelus smiled, leaning down to place a tender kiss on Xander’s neck. “But more than that. Ye were born to be a great power, if ye got the chance.”
“A great power,” Xander said thoughtfully. “And you guys are my chance? Does that mean you’re going to make me a vampire?”
“Won’t be necessary,” Angelus reassured him, hands stroking across Xander’s chest. “Eventually, ye won’t age anymore. But, yes, ‘tis our blood combined ‘twill awaken yer power.”
Xander slumped in Angelus’ arms, allowing the stronger man to hold him up. He knew it. Another freak in a town full of freaks, that’s all he was.
“What if I don’t want to be a great power,” Xander whispered. “What if I j-just want to be normal?”
“That will be yer choice, Xander,” Angelus soothed. “But, think of all the help ye could offer to the Slayer with yer power.”
“I could still help her?”
“Aye. Power doesn’t make ye evil, lad. What ye do with that power determines yer fate,” Angelus told him tenderly. “We want ye to stay with us, to be ours. But we’ll not force it on ye.”
“C-can I think about it,” Xander begged. “I don’t know… I can’t…”
Angelus lifted the dark-haired boy and carried him over to sit in Spike’s lap. The blonde vampire wrapped lean arms around him and held him, making sweet shushing noises as Xander scalded him with hot tears. The three vampires looked at each other, eyes unreadable.
“Tell you what, pet,” Spike began as the storm passed, “why not stay with us a bit, see how things go? There’s a few days yet till you have to decide.”
“I could do that,” Xander sniffled, rubbing his face into Spike’s neck.
“Ah, my pretty lad,” Angelus sighed. “Ye’ve made me ever so happy.”
“I have?”
“Truly,” Angelus said, kneeling next to Spike.
Angelus leaned up and pressed his lips to Xander’s mouth. The boy gasped, and for an instant, wavered. Then he returned the kiss, opening his mouth to deepen it.
“Perfectly happy,” Angelus purred, lifting a hand to touch Xander’s full, swollen lips.
Xander smiled shyly, squirming slightly in Spike’s lap. Spike’s hands roamed around his body, plucking teasingly at his nipples and brushing illicitly over his growing erection. Drusilla clapped her hands, bouncing slightly on her toes.
“We’ll all play tonight,” she giggled, nodding happily at the trio of men.
“Yeah, princess,” Spike smiled. “I think we will at that.”
“Your face is a poem,” she whispered softly. “I can read it.”
“Really? It doesn’t say ‘spare me’ by any chance,” squeaked the mouth, but Drusilla only smiled.
“Mouths lie, sweet lamb. Only the eyes hold the truth. I see your truth. The sickness in your soul,” she crooned, reaching out to cradle his face between long strong fingers.
“I’m not sick,” he protested, scrabbling backwards on the grass.
“Naughty kitten,” she scolded sweetly. “It festers there, behind your eyes. You see, so dark and so deep. You see and it burns you. Will you share? Give your burn to Mummy and she’ll drink it down like cordial.”
“Look, very nice crazy lady, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m not real interested in finding out, either,” Xander protested.
“Tut, tut, you’ve time for tea. Give me your eyes and I’ll show you,” Drusilla crooned, wrenching Xander’s face upwards.
Brown eyes locked with incandescent blue ones, completing an unseen circuit. Drusilla moaned under her breath, trembling with excitement at the secrets inside her new pet’s eyes. Xander stiffened as fingers traced down his body.
“Just so,” Drusilla nodded in satisfaction. “Come along, my sweet. Time for us to be off. There are sighs and stars inside you that must be put right tonight.”
Xander nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets. He followed after Drusilla, mind whirling with what he’d seen. Her eyes had shown him things, about her, about him, about what was now and what never could be. He followed her because not following seemed scarier after what he’d seen.
They reached the mansion, and Xander stopped, kicking at the dirt. Drusilla turned and crooked a finger, beckoning him forward. He shook his head, grimacing slightly.
“You must come, “ Drusilla told him firmly. “Miss Edith is expecting you.”
“Uh-huh,” Xander said slowly. “Wonder if DeadBoy is, too? Look, I’m not anxious to die tonight. Angelus isn’t exactly my biggest fan and the feeling is more than mutual. So, if it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll just say no.”
“Daddy will smile,” Drusilla assured him, a secretive smile playing over her features. “Death doesn’t walk tonight, pretty kitten. He’s taken his scythe home for sharpening. Come and share the welcome.”
“Do I even have a choice,” Xander asked bitterly.
“There are choices everywhere,” Drusilla murmured. “Choices like wildflowers, smelling sweet and waving in the breeze. Pluck them up and they wither.”
“Right,” Xander sighed heavily. “And I’m starting to see why DeadBoy and Spike have such short tempers.”
Drusilla turned suddenly, walking lightly towards the mansion. Xander watched her go, and with a shrug, followed her inside. If choices were wildflowers, Xander figured he might as well get a good look at the bouquet.
And now I’m thinking like her, he reflected. Maybe she had a point about the sickness.
He stepped heavily inside the mansion to see Drusilla dancing around the room, skirts billowing out gracefully. Sitting in a wheelchair, Spike watched her, smiling happily. But, the biggest surprise was Angelus.
To Xander’s amazement, Angelus didn’t attack him or even mock him. Instead, Angelus strode from his place by the fire to take Xander’s hand. Leading the smaller boy forward, Angelus smiled and crushed Xander to him in a hug.
“Ye’ve come home, lad. Dru promised it to us, but she’s got a way o’speaking that can drive ye mad sometimes,” Angelus confided happily.
“Yeah, that’s our girl,” Spike confirmed, eyes moving from Drusilla to Xander. “She’s daft but she’s never wrong.”
“Spike,” Drusilla pleaded. “Dance with me. I want to celebrate. The kitten’s sighs and purrs made my tummy tickley.”
“Can’t, luv,” Spike answered. “Got to wait on Angelus and his magical healing, don’t I?”
Angelus shook his head sadly, pulling Xander closer to him. Xander knew he should be struggling, but the strong arms around him felt right. Strange, but Xander was pretty experienced with strange.
“Tonight, little one. I’ll heal ye up and we’ll celebrate our boy come to us,” Angelus promised.
“Umm, I probably shouldn’t ask this but, where did the crazy go? Not that I want you all homicidal,” Xander added hastily. “I’m just confused. You were all death and destruction a few days ago.”
“The soul, pet,” Spike explained. “Angel’s poncy soul imprisoned his demon, drove it mad. We figured it out, me an’ Dru. Took a bit of doing, but we fixed him up right and proper.”
“They’re my darlings,” Angelus nodded. “Not to say I’ll be back on animal blood, but I’m not anxious to destroy the world, either. ‘Twas the madness and the pain that drove me there.”
“And I figure into all of this how,” Xander inquired.
“I told you, silly,” Drusilla chimed in. “The sighs and the stars behind your eyes told me to fetch you home.”
“Home,” Xander repeated blankly.
“Aye, lad,” Angelus confirmed. “Did ye not ever wonder about yerself and why ye were so popular with demons?”
“A nummy treat,” Spike smirked. “That’s what you are, whelp. The energy you give off makes you a demon magnet.”
“Just so,” Angelus smiled, leaning down to place a tender kiss on Xander’s neck. “But more than that. Ye were born to be a great power, if ye got the chance.”
“A great power,” Xander said thoughtfully. “And you guys are my chance? Does that mean you’re going to make me a vampire?”
“Won’t be necessary,” Angelus reassured him, hands stroking across Xander’s chest. “Eventually, ye won’t age anymore. But, yes, ‘tis our blood combined ‘twill awaken yer power.”
Xander slumped in Angelus’ arms, allowing the stronger man to hold him up. He knew it. Another freak in a town full of freaks, that’s all he was.
“What if I don’t want to be a great power,” Xander whispered. “What if I j-just want to be normal?”
“That will be yer choice, Xander,” Angelus soothed. “But, think of all the help ye could offer to the Slayer with yer power.”
“I could still help her?”
“Aye. Power doesn’t make ye evil, lad. What ye do with that power determines yer fate,” Angelus told him tenderly. “We want ye to stay with us, to be ours. But we’ll not force it on ye.”
“C-can I think about it,” Xander begged. “I don’t know… I can’t…”
Angelus lifted the dark-haired boy and carried him over to sit in Spike’s lap. The blonde vampire wrapped lean arms around him and held him, making sweet shushing noises as Xander scalded him with hot tears. The three vampires looked at each other, eyes unreadable.
“Tell you what, pet,” Spike began as the storm passed, “why not stay with us a bit, see how things go? There’s a few days yet till you have to decide.”
“I could do that,” Xander sniffled, rubbing his face into Spike’s neck.
“Ah, my pretty lad,” Angelus sighed. “Ye’ve made me ever so happy.”
“I have?”
“Truly,” Angelus said, kneeling next to Spike.
Angelus leaned up and pressed his lips to Xander’s mouth. The boy gasped, and for an instant, wavered. Then he returned the kiss, opening his mouth to deepen it.
“Perfectly happy,” Angelus purred, lifting a hand to touch Xander’s full, swollen lips.
Xander smiled shyly, squirming slightly in Spike’s lap. Spike’s hands roamed around his body, plucking teasingly at his nipples and brushing illicitly over his growing erection. Drusilla clapped her hands, bouncing slightly on her toes.
“We’ll all play tonight,” she giggled, nodding happily at the trio of men.
“Yeah, princess,” Spike smiled. “I think we will at that.”
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