Temptation Part 3
Title: Temptation
Author: Garnigal
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Just playing. Much like Dru.
Summary: There are so many holes in Spike and Dru’s history. Here’s just a little peek into their lives in Chicago in the Roaring 20’s.
Somehow he’d managed to figure out his role in her little drama on the way. Drusilla’s mad capering and manic speech when she saw the church spire helped clue him in as to this evening’s target. And she was sane enough to tell him that she had a demon in her and she wanted the priest to drive it out.
Part of him appreciated the thunderstorm that struck just before they reached the church door. Thunder and lightning was such a mood enhancer during an exorcism. He kept to his assigned character though, panicked features in place and voice breaking in fear and sorrow, even as he mentally appreciated the sight of her body revealed by the wet white satin.
He thought the church was empty at first, but as he let the wind take the door and slam it shut, an angry face appeared from behind a curtain.
“This is God’s house, young man, and I’ll have you treat it with respect.” The voice was scolding and pompous; a know-it-all, proud of his position as moral guide and compass. ‘Probably fat,’ Spike thought cynically. ‘Better fed than those he advises.’
Sure enough, the man that emerged was well-padded, a fact not disguised by flowing black robes. The expression was priggish, and Spike had to repress a snarl as he noticed the priest take a long look at Dru’s figure.
“I’m sorry, Father,” Spike said in a panicked rush. “There’s something wrong with… my friend.” This man would pay no attention to a lower-class accent, so Spike slipped easily into William’s cultured tones.
The priest, (Father Ryan, as Dru had so helpfully provided on the long walk over here) curled his lip in a sneer at Spike’s dissembling. “Then you should take her to the hospital, boy, not a church. And what is wrong with that type of woman can usually be cured by waiting nine months.”
Spike caught Father Ryan’s arm as he turned to leave and tried on a desperate look even as he used his superior strength to keep the priest in place. “It’s nothing like that, Father. She’s, her personality has changed. She was always such a sweet and innocent thing, modest and shy. I thought I might marry her someday. But today, she just showed up at my door and… she seduced me. She was a wild woman, abandoned and demanding. She… she put her mouth… down there.” Spike played his part to perfection, a confused and panicked young man, and the priest believed every word. In fact, Spike thought he could vamp out and the man would ignore it, hoping for more salacious details. The priest’s pink tongue darted out to lick his lips and his eyes kept landing on Dru, huddled near the door.
“And you’ve come to confess, my child? If you will please go into the confessional, I’ll be along in a moment. I’ll just have a word with the poor misguided girl, first.”
“There’s more, Father.”
“I’m sure there is, son. These things have a way of escalating. I’ll take your full confession in a moment.”
‘Wants a moment alone with my girl first, the bastard,’ Spike thought. ‘Hopes he can convince her to take a taste of his… down there. Oh, she’ll be looking for a taste, soon enough, old boy. Just be patient.’ His hand on the priest’s arm, kept him immobilized, though his eyes roamed over Drusilla hungrily. But Spike’s role wasn’t over yet. He had to get all his lines in before Dru got to play. “She spoke in tongues, Father! I think she’s possessed!”
That actually got the man to take his gaze off Dru for a moment. He looked in disbelief at Spike. “This is the 20th Century. The Church doesn’t play at exorcism any longer. If this is some sort of game, I’ll thank you to let me return to my prayers.”
“Her face… changed, Father. Her eyes turned yellow and her skin wrinkled. She was stronger than a normal girl. She tossed me aside, shouting obscenities and destroying my rooms. She wasn’t human any longer.”
Father Ryan opened his mouth once more, then closed it. Spike could see the calculation in his eyes as he thought. “You could be right, my child. You should leave the girl here with me. I shall cast out this evil spirit.”
“Oh, I can’t just leave her, Father. I love her and I won’t let anything happen to her. Please, let me help. I’ll stay out of the way and do as I’m told.” ‘Do as I’m told by Drusilla, that is,’ Spike thought.
“Fine, but you must do exactly as I say.” The priest didn’t even wait for Spike’s response before walking over to Drusilla. “My child? Can you tell me your name?”
Drusilla was a talented actress if she wanted to be. Her voice was gravelly as she spoke and her eyes flashed gold. “I am Jezebel, Sheba, Delilah. I am succubus. I am passion and temptation and all the things you desire.”
Still pretending to be the worried lover, Spike answered for her. “Her name’s Drusilla. Your name is Drusilla, darling.”
The priest was fascinated by Dru, and waved his hands to shush Spike. Father Ryan was well and truly entangled now, and Spike stood back to watch the show. Exorcism may no longer have been part of the seminary curriculum, but Father Ryan seemed to improvising quite well.
“What are you doing in the body of this innocent, Jezebel?” he asked.
“Want, take, have… find an opening, slide inside, be real. Better in a pretty girl.” Dru ran her hands suggestively down her body. “You think so too.”
“By the name of the Father, you shall not tempt me!”
“I already tempt you. You want me. You want power and you want wealth and you want me. Your Father can hardly help you now, you’ve fallen so far into the power of Satan.”
Spike watched the little priest sputter with indignation while Dru just laughed.
“Can’t cast me out of my pretty new shell. Like me too much. Want me.” Drusilla’s hand slid down the front of the priest’s cassock and Spike could see the priest’s body jerk as she took hold of his member through the layers of fabric. “Want, take, have. All you have to do is take me.”
The priest’s fortitude impressed Spike as he watched Father Ryan move away from Drusilla.
“I believe you are right, young man. I believe this woman is possessed. I feel I must perform an exorcism before her soul is even more compromised.”
Drusilla screeched at that. “No soul. All the light makes you feel dirty, stains will never go away. Father loved my soul, but Daddy took it and blackened it and sent it to Hell. Live in the dark so the light can’t see you, so you can’t see the dirt.” She never reacted very well when souls were mentioned.
“What do we do, Father?” Spike asked earnestly.
“Just do as I tell you, young man. I’ll protect you and this young girl from Satan.”
Together, Spike and the priest manhandled Drusilla down a long hallway and into small room. Dru pretended to resist. The priest was panting by the time they reached their destination, so Spike pretended he’d been tired by Drusilla’s struggles as well. Pretending to human emotions and human frailties was detailed work, and Spike was starting to get bored. He hoped Drusilla would have enough of her game soon.
“We need to restrain her. Stay and guard her while I get some rope.”
As soon as the door closed behind the priest, Spike started complaining. “How long are you going to play with him, Dru?”
“Patience, my Spike. Mustn’t give into temptation too soon.”
“There’s nothing tempting about him. A little pissant, not worth eating. Kill him and be done, love. Then we’ll go enjoy ourselves.”
“Stop pouting and behave, or Mummy won’t give you any dinner. We’ll stay here all night if I want to,” she threatened.
Spike subsided, his sharp ears hearing the return of the priest as he scurried down the hall. He helped hold Drusilla still when asked, watching sullenly from the corner otherwise. The priest didn’t seem notice his bad mood, and Drusilla appeared to be too deeply in character to care.
The priest had brought a few other items back with the rope he bound Drusilla with. Spike eyed them with suspicion. A black leather bound book, a glass jar filled with clear liquid, a cross, and a mirror. Dru’s involuntary reactions to the cross and what he suspected was holy water and the lack of reflection would certainly go a long way to convincing Father Ryan that demons walk the earth. Spike wondered uncomfortably how far Drusilla was planning to let this go. He worried for her; her taste for suffering occasionally outpaced even what her vampire physiology could take.
With her safely tied, the priest turned his attention to his supplies. He flipped through the book first. When he got to the section he was looking for, he read it carefully. “Keep an eye on her,” he ordered Spike. “The book says people who are possessed by demons can demonstrate unnatural strength and cunning.” Spike watched Drusilla, who rolled her eyes at him. A few ropes couldn’t hold her unless she wanted to be held. Spike supposed that could be considered unnatural cunning.
Father Ryan finally closed his book, and turned toward Drusilla with the glass jar and cross in his hands. “We need to make this body inhospitable for the demon that inhabits her. We must remain strong, for the demon will fight us, plead with us, anything to remain in the body it has stolen. Have faith, my son, faith in me and faith in God.” Spike rolled his eyes at the condescension in Father Ryan’s voice, but the priest had already returned his gaze to the bound form on the floor.
Whispering some prayer, Father Ryan knelt at one side of Dru, making the sign of the cross on her forehead. She screamed and Spike winced at the very real pain in her voice. Father Ryan jerked back, startled, and Drusilla started laughing and taunting him.
“Strength and faith, priest? Cowardice and greed, more like it! You can’t hope to force me out of this one. There’s lust and jealousy in her heart; she belongs to me already.”
“You shall not have her, demon! This innocent child belongs to God! I cast thee out, in the name of Jesus Christ!” Father Ryan looked away and pressed the cross against Dru’s chest. Spike closed his eyes and listened to her scream, clenching his fists to keep from tearing the priest’s head from his shoulders.
When Spike looked back, Drusilla had worked one hand free of the ropes binding her and was pushing the priest away. The priest looked to Spike for assistance.
Spike made his way over slowly, locking eyes with Drusilla to see if she was ready to end her little game yet. Dru closed her eyes against him, fighting weakly and obviously still willing to play with the priest. Resigned, Spike held her down and let Father Ryan tighten the bonds.
“You won’t be able to save her, Father,” Dru said as she was being retied. “You’re weak, faithless. Only a true man of God will be able to save her, and you are no man of God.”
Father Ryan simply kept praying while Drusilla laughed manically. He pressed the cross to her flesh again and again until the scent of her burned skin filled the air. Spike watched it all stoically, while Dru alternately screamed and laughed.
It seemed that the priest was getting frustrated with the lack of progress in expelling the demon from Dru. He set the cross aside and opened the jar of holy water. Dipping his fingers in, he gently splashed it on Dru’s face. Small welts were raised on her skin and she thrashed in pain. Spike could see the bonds loosening again. She’d have her hands free in another minute.
His confidence growing with her reaction, the priest splashed the water on her in larger and larger quantities. There was just an inch left in the bottom of the bottle when he was struck with inspiration. Grabbing her face, the priest held her mouth open and moved to pour the water into her.
Spike had had enough and darted across the room to stop him. Fortunately, Drusilla beat him to it. Her hands were suddenly free and she grabbed the bottle from Father Ryan and threw it against the wall. Spike pulled Father Ryan to his feet and held him still while Drusilla freed herself from the rest of the ropes.
She was in her demon face when she next looked at the priest. A slow smile revealed her sharp, deadly teeth. “Let him go, my Spike. I’m turning the tables, flipping the chairs, spinning the sofas and making it a new game. Oh yes, Father. Demons exists. And you are trapped alone in a room with two of them. We’ll play a wonderful game now.” She clapped like an excited child.
Father Ryan looked frantically at Spike, hoping to find some help. All he found was another vicious grin, another pair of yellow eyes.
Author: Garnigal
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Just playing. Much like Dru.
Summary: There are so many holes in Spike and Dru’s history. Here’s just a little peek into their lives in Chicago in the Roaring 20’s.
Somehow he’d managed to figure out his role in her little drama on the way. Drusilla’s mad capering and manic speech when she saw the church spire helped clue him in as to this evening’s target. And she was sane enough to tell him that she had a demon in her and she wanted the priest to drive it out.
Part of him appreciated the thunderstorm that struck just before they reached the church door. Thunder and lightning was such a mood enhancer during an exorcism. He kept to his assigned character though, panicked features in place and voice breaking in fear and sorrow, even as he mentally appreciated the sight of her body revealed by the wet white satin.
He thought the church was empty at first, but as he let the wind take the door and slam it shut, an angry face appeared from behind a curtain.
“This is God’s house, young man, and I’ll have you treat it with respect.” The voice was scolding and pompous; a know-it-all, proud of his position as moral guide and compass. ‘Probably fat,’ Spike thought cynically. ‘Better fed than those he advises.’
Sure enough, the man that emerged was well-padded, a fact not disguised by flowing black robes. The expression was priggish, and Spike had to repress a snarl as he noticed the priest take a long look at Dru’s figure.
“I’m sorry, Father,” Spike said in a panicked rush. “There’s something wrong with… my friend.” This man would pay no attention to a lower-class accent, so Spike slipped easily into William’s cultured tones.
The priest, (Father Ryan, as Dru had so helpfully provided on the long walk over here) curled his lip in a sneer at Spike’s dissembling. “Then you should take her to the hospital, boy, not a church. And what is wrong with that type of woman can usually be cured by waiting nine months.”
Spike caught Father Ryan’s arm as he turned to leave and tried on a desperate look even as he used his superior strength to keep the priest in place. “It’s nothing like that, Father. She’s, her personality has changed. She was always such a sweet and innocent thing, modest and shy. I thought I might marry her someday. But today, she just showed up at my door and… she seduced me. She was a wild woman, abandoned and demanding. She… she put her mouth… down there.” Spike played his part to perfection, a confused and panicked young man, and the priest believed every word. In fact, Spike thought he could vamp out and the man would ignore it, hoping for more salacious details. The priest’s pink tongue darted out to lick his lips and his eyes kept landing on Dru, huddled near the door.
“And you’ve come to confess, my child? If you will please go into the confessional, I’ll be along in a moment. I’ll just have a word with the poor misguided girl, first.”
“There’s more, Father.”
“I’m sure there is, son. These things have a way of escalating. I’ll take your full confession in a moment.”
‘Wants a moment alone with my girl first, the bastard,’ Spike thought. ‘Hopes he can convince her to take a taste of his… down there. Oh, she’ll be looking for a taste, soon enough, old boy. Just be patient.’ His hand on the priest’s arm, kept him immobilized, though his eyes roamed over Drusilla hungrily. But Spike’s role wasn’t over yet. He had to get all his lines in before Dru got to play. “She spoke in tongues, Father! I think she’s possessed!”
That actually got the man to take his gaze off Dru for a moment. He looked in disbelief at Spike. “This is the 20th Century. The Church doesn’t play at exorcism any longer. If this is some sort of game, I’ll thank you to let me return to my prayers.”
“Her face… changed, Father. Her eyes turned yellow and her skin wrinkled. She was stronger than a normal girl. She tossed me aside, shouting obscenities and destroying my rooms. She wasn’t human any longer.”
Father Ryan opened his mouth once more, then closed it. Spike could see the calculation in his eyes as he thought. “You could be right, my child. You should leave the girl here with me. I shall cast out this evil spirit.”
“Oh, I can’t just leave her, Father. I love her and I won’t let anything happen to her. Please, let me help. I’ll stay out of the way and do as I’m told.” ‘Do as I’m told by Drusilla, that is,’ Spike thought.
“Fine, but you must do exactly as I say.” The priest didn’t even wait for Spike’s response before walking over to Drusilla. “My child? Can you tell me your name?”
Drusilla was a talented actress if she wanted to be. Her voice was gravelly as she spoke and her eyes flashed gold. “I am Jezebel, Sheba, Delilah. I am succubus. I am passion and temptation and all the things you desire.”
Still pretending to be the worried lover, Spike answered for her. “Her name’s Drusilla. Your name is Drusilla, darling.”
The priest was fascinated by Dru, and waved his hands to shush Spike. Father Ryan was well and truly entangled now, and Spike stood back to watch the show. Exorcism may no longer have been part of the seminary curriculum, but Father Ryan seemed to improvising quite well.
“What are you doing in the body of this innocent, Jezebel?” he asked.
“Want, take, have… find an opening, slide inside, be real. Better in a pretty girl.” Dru ran her hands suggestively down her body. “You think so too.”
“By the name of the Father, you shall not tempt me!”
“I already tempt you. You want me. You want power and you want wealth and you want me. Your Father can hardly help you now, you’ve fallen so far into the power of Satan.”
Spike watched the little priest sputter with indignation while Dru just laughed.
“Can’t cast me out of my pretty new shell. Like me too much. Want me.” Drusilla’s hand slid down the front of the priest’s cassock and Spike could see the priest’s body jerk as she took hold of his member through the layers of fabric. “Want, take, have. All you have to do is take me.”
The priest’s fortitude impressed Spike as he watched Father Ryan move away from Drusilla.
“I believe you are right, young man. I believe this woman is possessed. I feel I must perform an exorcism before her soul is even more compromised.”
Drusilla screeched at that. “No soul. All the light makes you feel dirty, stains will never go away. Father loved my soul, but Daddy took it and blackened it and sent it to Hell. Live in the dark so the light can’t see you, so you can’t see the dirt.” She never reacted very well when souls were mentioned.
“What do we do, Father?” Spike asked earnestly.
“Just do as I tell you, young man. I’ll protect you and this young girl from Satan.”
Together, Spike and the priest manhandled Drusilla down a long hallway and into small room. Dru pretended to resist. The priest was panting by the time they reached their destination, so Spike pretended he’d been tired by Drusilla’s struggles as well. Pretending to human emotions and human frailties was detailed work, and Spike was starting to get bored. He hoped Drusilla would have enough of her game soon.
“We need to restrain her. Stay and guard her while I get some rope.”
As soon as the door closed behind the priest, Spike started complaining. “How long are you going to play with him, Dru?”
“Patience, my Spike. Mustn’t give into temptation too soon.”
“There’s nothing tempting about him. A little pissant, not worth eating. Kill him and be done, love. Then we’ll go enjoy ourselves.”
“Stop pouting and behave, or Mummy won’t give you any dinner. We’ll stay here all night if I want to,” she threatened.
Spike subsided, his sharp ears hearing the return of the priest as he scurried down the hall. He helped hold Drusilla still when asked, watching sullenly from the corner otherwise. The priest didn’t seem notice his bad mood, and Drusilla appeared to be too deeply in character to care.
The priest had brought a few other items back with the rope he bound Drusilla with. Spike eyed them with suspicion. A black leather bound book, a glass jar filled with clear liquid, a cross, and a mirror. Dru’s involuntary reactions to the cross and what he suspected was holy water and the lack of reflection would certainly go a long way to convincing Father Ryan that demons walk the earth. Spike wondered uncomfortably how far Drusilla was planning to let this go. He worried for her; her taste for suffering occasionally outpaced even what her vampire physiology could take.
With her safely tied, the priest turned his attention to his supplies. He flipped through the book first. When he got to the section he was looking for, he read it carefully. “Keep an eye on her,” he ordered Spike. “The book says people who are possessed by demons can demonstrate unnatural strength and cunning.” Spike watched Drusilla, who rolled her eyes at him. A few ropes couldn’t hold her unless she wanted to be held. Spike supposed that could be considered unnatural cunning.
Father Ryan finally closed his book, and turned toward Drusilla with the glass jar and cross in his hands. “We need to make this body inhospitable for the demon that inhabits her. We must remain strong, for the demon will fight us, plead with us, anything to remain in the body it has stolen. Have faith, my son, faith in me and faith in God.” Spike rolled his eyes at the condescension in Father Ryan’s voice, but the priest had already returned his gaze to the bound form on the floor.
Whispering some prayer, Father Ryan knelt at one side of Dru, making the sign of the cross on her forehead. She screamed and Spike winced at the very real pain in her voice. Father Ryan jerked back, startled, and Drusilla started laughing and taunting him.
“Strength and faith, priest? Cowardice and greed, more like it! You can’t hope to force me out of this one. There’s lust and jealousy in her heart; she belongs to me already.”
“You shall not have her, demon! This innocent child belongs to God! I cast thee out, in the name of Jesus Christ!” Father Ryan looked away and pressed the cross against Dru’s chest. Spike closed his eyes and listened to her scream, clenching his fists to keep from tearing the priest’s head from his shoulders.
When Spike looked back, Drusilla had worked one hand free of the ropes binding her and was pushing the priest away. The priest looked to Spike for assistance.
Spike made his way over slowly, locking eyes with Drusilla to see if she was ready to end her little game yet. Dru closed her eyes against him, fighting weakly and obviously still willing to play with the priest. Resigned, Spike held her down and let Father Ryan tighten the bonds.
“You won’t be able to save her, Father,” Dru said as she was being retied. “You’re weak, faithless. Only a true man of God will be able to save her, and you are no man of God.”
Father Ryan simply kept praying while Drusilla laughed manically. He pressed the cross to her flesh again and again until the scent of her burned skin filled the air. Spike watched it all stoically, while Dru alternately screamed and laughed.
It seemed that the priest was getting frustrated with the lack of progress in expelling the demon from Dru. He set the cross aside and opened the jar of holy water. Dipping his fingers in, he gently splashed it on Dru’s face. Small welts were raised on her skin and she thrashed in pain. Spike could see the bonds loosening again. She’d have her hands free in another minute.
His confidence growing with her reaction, the priest splashed the water on her in larger and larger quantities. There was just an inch left in the bottom of the bottle when he was struck with inspiration. Grabbing her face, the priest held her mouth open and moved to pour the water into her.
Spike had had enough and darted across the room to stop him. Fortunately, Drusilla beat him to it. Her hands were suddenly free and she grabbed the bottle from Father Ryan and threw it against the wall. Spike pulled Father Ryan to his feet and held him still while Drusilla freed herself from the rest of the ropes.
She was in her demon face when she next looked at the priest. A slow smile revealed her sharp, deadly teeth. “Let him go, my Spike. I’m turning the tables, flipping the chairs, spinning the sofas and making it a new game. Oh yes, Father. Demons exists. And you are trapped alone in a room with two of them. We’ll play a wonderful game now.” She clapped like an excited child.
Father Ryan looked frantically at Spike, hoping to find some help. All he found was another vicious grin, another pair of yellow eyes.