Chasing Dru, part III
Title:Chasing Dru, Aug. 1969
Author:ladyaelfwynn
Episodes:Buffy, season 2, "School Hard"; Angel, season 5, "Destiny"
Pairing: Spike/Dru; Spike/OC
Warning:Violence, graphic sex
Word count:part III: 7377
Part III
Spike came back to himself to find his body wracked with sobs and Tanya curled around him whispering soothing words. “I'm not Angelus, William. I wouldn't keep Drusilla from you. Shhh, my sweet, shhh.” Her hands smoothed their way across his brow and across his chest trying to calm him as he clutched her tightly.
“It will be alright. You will find your Drusilla. She's just not here, yet. You will find her before you leave here.” She kept murmuring he words of comfort until he dropped off to sleep.
Spike had no idea what time it was except that it was daylight. That much he could tell by the glow coming from around the curtains. If he had felt like moving, he supposed he could've found out by peeking out of one of the windows. But, that would require motion and he wasn't ready for that, yet.
Tanya was nowhere to be heard. She wasn't in bed with him, though there was still a faint hint of warmth, so she hadn't been gone all that long. He didn't hear her on the bus or close by.
He lay in the dim glow and tried to process last night's occurrences. The only thing he was certain of was that Tanya was far more than the Waterhouse damsel she seemed. She had real power, more than anyone else he'd ever come across, and she'd rattled him. No one had ever stopped him from calling forth his demon.
He didn't like being at her mercy, but so far she had been the only one to even have half a clue concerning Dru's whereabouts. As of late last night, she wasn't here, according to Tanya. He also remember her assurance that she would be here and he'd find her before he left. Didn't mean that they'd leave together but, at this point, just making certain she was safe would soothe him a bit.
He hated that Dru had never returned his faithfulness. Even when he dallied with dinner, as he did the other night, it was always, mostly, physical. And he'd brought some back for her. He hadn't been a total cad.
It was that sometimes, he didn't want to play her games. He just wanted a shag, a nice cuddlesome, romantic shag. But Dru always took it to the dark side. There was always pain with her. She couldn't stand it if he were tender.
God, he wished he had a fag and a fifth of something. If he was going to be maudlin, he needed to do it properly.
Just then, he heard low voices outside the bus and felt the door open. Tanya poked her head it, “Good morning. I hope we didn't wake you.”
“No, I've been awake for a bit. Thanks for letting me crash here.” He paused a moment and looked at the curtains. “The sun's up. I'm afraid I'm stuck here for the day.”
“You're welcome. I figured as much.” She sat at the foot of the bed and smoothed the sheets absently. “Are you hungry?”
Spike glanced up at her and shook his head, “No, not as such. Not yet.” Tanya tried to catch his eye but he looked away. He didn't want to get caught in their swirling depths, again.
She reached out and caressed his thigh. “When you do, call me, and I'll take care of it, seeing as it's daylight.”
The way she said that sent shivers down his spine. He wasn't certain if they were of dread or anticipation.
“Until then,” she continued on, running her fingertips along the inside of his thigh, “we have some unfinished business to which we need to attend.”
Feeling more like William than he had in almost 90 years, he clasped the sheet to his chest and tried to scoot away from her. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his thigh as she held him in place.
“Don't make this harder on yourself, William. I told you the rules and you disobeyed. I could have thrown you out then and could do it now but you're a pretty enough lad that you deserve to be around for centuries, as long as you behave.”
Spike's eyes widened. The threats implied made him feel weaker than he had been when he was human. He knew she could carry them out; she'd stopped him from calling his demon. He could end up as dust and never see Dru again. Those were the last things he wanted.
He looked up at her, avoiding her eyes, and asked in a dread filled whisper, “Who are you?”
Her laugh tinkled like wind chimes “You're a poet. Certainly you've read Spencer and Shakespeare?”
She slid her hand further up his thigh, almost touching his burgeoning erection. “Come, now, William. Don't make this more difficult than it has to be. I've already been more lenient with you, that I am with most of your kind, all for the sake of my kinswoman. She would be well and truly lost without you. Submit to me now and there will be pleasure after the pain. Do not, and there will be no pleasure, only pain the likes of which would have made Angelus envious, once upon a time.”
Spike groaned and banged his head into the side of the bus. His body was betraying him and he hated being used so but he knew he was no match for her. If he could call his demon, he'd go down fighting, all fists and fangs. But he'd seen almost 20 years of Angelus' work and was the caretaker of the one he considered his masterpiece. He didn't want to end his days any time soon nor did he want to become as barmy as his beloved Sire.
“William.” Her tone was stern and cut through his inner musing. He understood that if he didn't obey now, the choice would be removed. He flung the sheet aside and dragged himself to the edge of the bed.
He sat at the edge a moment and made a decision. He would probably regret it and fairly soon, but he just couldn't give in and be all meek.
He rose languidly up form the bed and leaned back a little. He hooked his thumbs in the waist band of his trousers. Jeans would've been better but he made do with what he had. He smiled coquettishly and as he slowly undid the drawstring, he glanced briefly up at Tanya.
“Be easy on me, yeah?” He asked. “It's been over a century since I've seen any sort of corporal punishment. I'm not as tough as I once was.”
He finished undoing the knot and let the trousers slide down his hips and legs. A quick look at her face reassured Spike that she liked what she saw. He smiled a little smile to himself, stepped out of the trousers puddled on the floor and gently kicked them aside. He put his hands behind his back and turned away from her, and sunk slowly to his knees.
Half way down, he was pushed roughly down into the bed and a stinging blow was delivered to his arse. He was certain there would be a bright red hand print on one of his cheeks.
The blows come fast and furious; first one side and then the other. Within minutes his arse was stinging and his cock was rock hard.
It was an odd position in which to be. He'd never been subjected to similar treatment, ever. During his school days, it had never been even remotely erotic when the Headmaster had dished out 10 or 15 of his best. Angelus had tended to prefer fists. And Drusilla, the one time he'd left her to go off with Angelus, had used holy water and lit candles to make her point.
This was far more erotic than he'd ever imagined it to be. Tanya's blows stung a bit but were replaced by a pleasant tingling sensation, rather quickly. The rubbing of his erection between his belly and the bed clothes was pleasant, as well. All in all, there were worse ways to spend a morning.
When the blows stopped coming for a moment, he looked over his shoulder and he smirked, “That it, love?”
His answer was a quick as lightening, resounding thwack across both cheeks, that left a sharp sting in its wake.
“Bloody hell, love! What was that for?” he absent-absentmindedly reached down to rub the affected spot.
“Ah, ah, ah, William! No touching and no speaking, unless you're inclined towards, “Thank you, mistress. May I have another, please?””
“What?” Outrage tinged his voice. “I thought this was for fun. You started off mild enough!”
“This is a punishment, William. What did you expect?” Her eyes flashed electric blue. “What came before was to warm you up, so you'd last longer. Surely you're aware that you slowly increase the amount of pain you're delivering, so the recipient doesn't pass out right away. Now, shall we continue, or do I need to bind and gag you first?”
Her tone was such that he knew she was serious. He crossed his wrists in the small of his back and settled back down.
The next several blows left him grunting and gasping. These were not the pleasant blows of earlier. They bit and stung and left his flesh burning. He wanted to growl and rip her throat out but knew that would end badly, so he stuck it out.
The blows increased in frequency. They criss-crossed his bum and upper thighs. Time ceased to exist. All he could feel was the burn and the sting in his arse and the straining of his cock. When she stopped, it felt as though he was on fire.
For the first time in ages, he felt himself drawing breath into his lungs to keep from whimpering.
Tanya leaned over him and whispered into his ear, “It hurts, doesn't it, vampire?” She dragged a fingernail across his heated flesh and a small cry escaped his lips. “Will you behave, now? Will you control your temper? Think before you act?”
Spike took another breath. She was asking him to think. Was he ready to behave? He didn't know. Behaving had never been his strong suit, even as a human. Hell, he was the one who went off in corners at fancy dinner parties to write poetry. Not boisterous by a long shot, but not exactly up to Society's standards, either. As a vampire under Angelus' tutelage, he learned ways of misbehaving unimaginable to his former self. Was he ready to give all that up? No! He like the taste of hot blood surging past his fangs and the stalking and the taking of prey.
A thunderous slap filled the air and his arse stung more. Tanya was behind him and something was making whistling noises as she flicked it through the air. Dread filled his stomach; he hated the cane. Early on, he'd gone our of his way to eat a particularly nasty teacher he'd had, that had been far too liberal with the cane.
Another stinging blow crossed the first and his whole body twitched. “You haven't answered me, William. Are you ready to behave?”
He needed more information on what behaving entailed before he answered. He didn't want to be stuck in some faerie deal he couldn't get out of. “What do you mean by behave,” he gasped out. After a moment's pause, he added, “Mistress.”
Her cool hand caressed his delicate flanks. “You're learning. Good boy.” She placed delicate kisses along the stripes she'd just inflicted. “You jump to conclusions too readily. I'm neither your Sire nor her Sire. I will not tease you or humiliate you just for my amusement.”
Spike took another, ragged breath. “Then what was this, mistress?” Using the honorific came easier the second time.
Tanya's hand ghosted lower and he twitched as her fingers brushed his sac. “Punishment. There are more than vampires and humans here. You need to walk delicately. If my guards had been here, you would be a pile of dust for your earlier actions. I'm hoping this reminder will keep you around until my kinswoman is able to take care of herself.”
Spike's head swam, “Kinswoman, mistress?” This time he added the title with no thought what so ever.
“Have you forgotten all about your precious Drusilla?” she mocked.
“How can Dru be related to you?” Spike was truly puzzled. Dru had never mentioned anyone with any special attributes in her old family.
“One of her great grandmothers had an affair with one of my kinsman. Where else do you think she got her Sight?” Tanya replied matter-of-factly. “Now, are you ready to behave or will I have to convince you some more?” She twirled the cane in her hand idly.
“No, mistress,” he was quick to reply. He needed no further convincing; he'd pretty much do just about anything to avoid any more blows from the cane. “But, please, mistress,” he threw in for good measure, “what do I have to do to behave? There are some things I can't give up.”
She laughed again. “I'm not asking you to be good, William, just behave whilst you're here. Keep a low profile and don't kill anyone. Did you think I was asking you to give up blood or the hunt?”
Spike was glad that vampires couldn't blush or else he'd be a particularly vivid shade of pink. He mumbled as contritely as possible, “I'll behave, mistress.”
She laid down beside him and slowly caressed him from the side of his face, down his back, across his bum, and down the back of his thighs. “Good boy,” she murmured. “Now, roll over.” She pushed on his shoulder to get him moving.
He tried to ease his abused flesh to the mattress, but Tanya would have none of it. She continued rolling him over, ignoring his gasp as his heated and tender flesh rubbed against the suddenly coarse bed clothes.
In an instant, she'd straddled him. He could feel the warmth emanating from her core. His cock strained towards it, but it was just out of reach. He tried to shift so that he could sheath himself within her but she grabbed his wrists and held him still.
Spike groaned deep in his belly. He hated her games of dominance! He was used to grabbing and taking and being the one in charge. He wanted to flip them over and pound into her until she was screaming his name in ecstasy. But, he doubted that would be happening anytime soon. She'd won this round and she knew he was hers for the duration.
He let out a slow quiet sigh of frustration. Tanya looked at him. Fearing another bout of hypnosis and memories best left in the dust into which they had settled, Spike looked away. She released one of his wrists and tilted his face back towards hers, “It's alright, my darling. Your punishment is over but you need to remember that I am in charge.” She ran her fingers down the side of his face.
She leaned in closer and he felt the softness of her clothed breasts brush across his chest and breathed into his ear, “Relax, William. You'll enjoy this, I promise.” She took his earlobe between her teeth and gently nibbled.
His senses were flooded with her. Her hair smelled of summer meadows and wherever she touched him, he felt warmed but not burnt, by the summer sun.
She trailed kisses along his jaw and down his neck, and across his chest. When she took one of his nipples between her teeth and flicked it with her tongue, Spike groaned as the pleasure shot straight to his cock. Tanya shifted her hips and ground herself closer to him, smiling against his chest.
It was an odd feeling to be used so. He was enjoying it but it was different than when he took a woman. He felt a little like a ride at a play park or a carnival.
Tanya worried one of his nipples with her teeth and tongue whilst she pinched and flicked the other one. His arms shook with the desire to wrap them around her. It would've been better had she tied him up, then he could've tried to break free. This way was far more torturous.
She pressed herself close to him and then slowly rose up. For a moment all Spike could see was tangled fabric and then she was gloriously naked. Her breasts were full and ripe and her hips, lush. She looked like every school boy's dream of inviting womanhood.
She smiled seductively down at him, as she caressed her breasts, “Like what you see? You may touch.”
She giggled as his hands flew to engulf her breasts. He reveled in the feel of her beneath his fingers. Her skin was warm and she was ample enough to bury his face in her cleavage.
With one hand, she caressed the nape of his neck as she allowed him to nuzzle her. The other hand reached between them and grabbed his shaft. A quick shift of her hips and he was buried deep within her.
He moaned, low and gutturally as he slid home. She was so warm and wet and she surrounded him. He felt as if she was filling him. Spike had hoped to take things slowly. He preferred to savor his carnal pleasures, rather than speed through them. But Tanya set a bruising pace. She pushed him down to the bed, braced her hands on his shoulders, and rode him hard.
His hands came to rest on her hips and when he tried to slow the pace down, she smacked him on his thigh, as if he were a race horse.
Since she wanted it hard and fast, he decided not to hold back. He met her stroke for stroke and soon they were crying out their mutual pleasure.
She collapsed onto his chest and finally let him caress her. He ran his fingers through her hair and down her back. He cupped her bum in his hands and pressed himself further into her. He could feel himself begin to harden once more.
Tanya chuckled, “Ready to go again, William? I'd forgotten how it was with vampires.” She placed a kiss in the middle of his chest.
Spike tried to capture her lips with his but she scrambled off of him too quickly. As she rummaged in the pile of clothes by the bed, she looked up at him, “You must be getting hungry. I'll send a snack into you soon.” She found a brightly colored, floral silk kimono and pulled it on.
Spike tried to grab her back but she slipped through his fingers like early morning mist. As she looked for her robe, he could see a more business like demeanor slip over her.
“You're leaving?” he asked trying to sound curious rather than petulant and pathetic.
“Unfortunately, this trip isn't entirely one of pleasure.” She walked to the front of the bus. As she was leaving, she said over her shoulder, “The curtains should protect you from the sun. If you need anything, Raina will hear you.”
And she was gone.
He shook his head and stared at the spot where she used to be. He couldn't quite believe all that had just happened. The soreness of his arse was the only thing to prove anything had happened at all.
He shifted to his side to take some of the pressure off his raw backside. He wished that he could shift his thoughts as easily.
Why had she left? Why wasn't she spending the day with him? What had this all been about anyway? Hadn't he pleased her? “Well, no,” piped up the voice in the back corner of his brain, “in fact, you didn't. That's why your bum is covered in welts right now, you stupid git!”
As his thoughts lingered over their time together, his plans for revenge got darker. He envisioned a thousand bloody deaths for the entire camp. Heads missing, limbs ripped off, and great gouts of blood spurting and splattering.
He was tired of women using him so. Bloody bitches, just loved to mess with him. See how many tricks they could make him do before they got bored with him.
Spike longed to have a woman love him the way he loved Drusilla. He knew she didn't reciprocate his love. She loved him but not with the same consuming passion with which he loved her. He was her playmate, care taker, and lover but she didn't adore him.
He sighed, ran his hands through his hair, and looked about the bus. He was hoping to find a bottle or five of something inebriating, to make the day go quicker and shut up the voices in his head.
It didn't matter how many people he killed or how many women he took, there was always a part of him that was that shy, Victorian poet, overflowing with love for the wrong woman. There were three things which shut that voice up and none of them were at hand. No violence, no sex, and no booze.
He laughed a harsh laugh. Sure Tanya had finished with his punishment. Right now, he'd really rather have 20 more with the cane, please, mistress, than spend the day surrounded by smells of their sexcapades and contemplating his romantic failures.
Time passed slowly. There wasn't anything to do on the bus. The cupboards that didn't seem to be shut magically held bed linens and clothes. The rest wouldn't budge.
His clothes were gone, including the ones he'd been given last night. The clothing in the cupboards were for women and the linens weren't heavy enough to protect him from the sun.
He even tried to remove the curtains, but they seemed to be magicked in place. He was well and truly stuck until someone deigned to let him go.
He spent all morning trying to sleep. Since he'd slept a good portion of the night away, it wasn't as easy as it usually was but he managed to lull himself off remembering some of his more enjoyable kills.
It was nearing mid-day, when a willowy, fresh-faced young woman, clambered up the bus steps, bearing a basin of water.
“Master William? Are you awake?” She called hesitantly. When she took in his unclothed form as he rose from the bed, she giggled nervously. “I've been sent to look after you.”
Spike rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked her over. She was tall and slender with fiery red hair. She was wearing a floor length drape fastened at the shoulders and belted at the waist. It made her look like one of the Muses, perhaps Terpsicorde or Erato or maybe Hestia, goddess of hearth and home. With the sun shining behind her, she glowed as if painted by Parrish.
She set the basin on top of one of the cupboards and turned to reach for something out of the bus. Spike could see deadly, bright sunlight and took a step back. She pulled in a tray laden with fruit, cheese, and bread and a pitcher and cups and set it beside the basin.
“We thought you might be hungry.” She nodded to the tray, trying not to gaze outright at Spike's lean, muscled form.
He sauntered up to her, brushed the back of his fingers up her arm and leaned in close and whispered, “Oh, you'll do nicely, pet.” He could her her heart speed up and smirked.
This close he could also catch the slight metallic scent he'd come to associate with LSD. It was faint, humans couldn't smell it at all, but it was there.
“Well, well, well!” He thought amusedly. Things were looking up. It seemed Tanya had finally brought him something to do, as well as a tasty morsel to nibble.
He smiled one of his sexy, come-hither smiles and took her hand. He guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. “You look famished. What can I get you?”
She giggled, looked up at him and glanced away shyly, and giggled again. He could see that her eyes were slightly dilated. The drug that was coursing through her veins was beginning to work its magic.
He came closer to her and settled beside her on the bed. He took her hand again and placed delicate, little kisses along her knuckles. “What's your name, pet,” he asked, his voice rumbling sexily.
She giggled again, “Sheila.”
“Sheila, is it?” He said her name as one would savor a mouthful of exquisite wine. “Well, Sheila, I see what you want and it's not on the tray, is it?” She shook her head and blushed. “It's alright, love. Have as much of me as you'd like.”
She ran her hands over his chest, feeling its sculpted plains. He could tell she was inexperienced. Her caresses were shy and hesitant.
He pulled her into his lap and nuzzled her neck. She smelled so good! He licked along her neck, getting faint hints of the elixirs beneath. When she tensed slightly and her giggle turned nervous, he soothed her, “Shhh, love. I don't bite...much!” He added with a playful leer.
Once she had relaxed again, Spike coaxed her down, so that she was lying next to him on the bed. She was well and truly in her trip, babbling about things only she could see or hear.
He figured that as long as he didn't do anything to upset her, he could have as much fun with her as he wanted. He reached out and caressed her knee. Slowly, he rucked up the hem of her dress, until she was on display for him. He was slightly surprised that she was knickerless. He had figured she was the white, cotton, school girl kind.
“No matter,” he thought. It just made it easier to get to his prize. He placed a kiss at the top of her thick thatch of curls and ran a hand over the top of her thigh. He hooked his hand behind her knee and asked softly, “Come on, pet. Open up. You'll like what I've got for you.”
She started to spread her legs and he finished. She was spread before him like an all you can eat buffet. He ran his fingers along the outside of her folds; she shivered and sighed contentedly.
“Like that, did you?” He murmured against her skin. He teased apart her curls and ran his tongue along her entire slit. She moaned with pleasure and ran her fingers through his hair.
Spike set to pleasuring her with vigor. He ran his tongue along her outer folds and dipped inside her innermost core. He eased his fingers inside and found the spot that made her mewl in ecstasy. He gently nipped her inner thighs, mons, and clit, to get her used to associating bites with pleasure.
When she was nearing climax, he kissed his way to her inner thigh and called forth his demon. As his fangs pierced her flesh, her whole body quaked and she groaned in completion. Each time he pulled in more of her blood, she shivered in orgasmic aftershocks.
Her blood was intoxicating. He loved the flavor of women's blood during sex. There was a mellow warmth to it, with a hint of a kick, like cinnamon and cardamon. Fear was nice, mildly bitter and acidic, like vinegar made from aged red wine, but it was more like a savory main course rather than an exotic dessert. Give him the exotic dessert any time!
After a few pulls, he began to feel slightly displaced and vaguely out of sorts. He shook his head to clear it and took a few more pulls. Remembering Tanya's admonition and wanting to avoid being at her tender mercies again, he stopped his meal before he was truly full. He'd taken about as much blood as was given during a Red Cross blood donation. Hopefully, he'd find another snack fairly quickly once the sun set.
As he licked his way towards her center and began to kiss along her torso he was distracted by the faerie lights that twinkled in front of his eyes. He closed them so he could concentrate on his goal but the lights only got brighter.
They expanded and receded in bursts like fireworks displays. They were so fascinating that he rolled to his side and opted to watch them for a bit.
After a bit, he reached out and tried to grab one and noticed the borrowed blood wending its way through his body. He liked blood. It was a pretty, deep red and he loved the way it tasted. It felt so delicious as it slid down his throat.
He watched the blood flow through his fingers, up his arm, and then into his torso. He half wondered about how it managed to get everywhere when he didn't have a beating heart but the beauty of the sparkling, effulgent blood cells distracted him. They glistened like frost on grass on a crisp fall day at first light or faerie dust strewn amongst the heavens.
He giggled. As much as he tried, he could never quite escape the poncy Victorian poet that made up who he was. Everything he'd done since then had been a reaction to who he had been. He was trying to put as much distance between his current self and former self and never quite succeeded because they were the same.
He sighed and shook his head. The starry bursts returned. He idly wondered if that was that Dru saw when she tried to name the stars.
Dru. He missed her. He needed her. She had been his deliverance from a mediocre life. Tanya said he'd find her soon.
Tanya, far more powerful a being than even Angelus had been. He'd love to see that bastard get taken down a peg or two. Angelus would've hated to have been turned over anyone's knee.
His mind drifted and wandered like bees in a field of flowers, alighting for a moment, only to be distracted and move on.
At some point, he must have fallen asleep because he was suddenly awakened by loud pounding. A scowling Raina dropped a pile of clothes on the bed beside him. “It's dusk, here are your things. I'll be back in ten minutes.” She turned quickly on her heel and stomped out the door.
He ran a hand through his hair and looked about for his companion. Sheila was no where in sight. He tried to find the basin of water she'd brought, as a quick wash would be nice, but, it, along with the tray of food she'd come with, were gone, too.
He slammed his fist into the mattress and growled. He hated dealing with magic folk! They popped in and out and made things disappear. It was disorienting and annoying. Things ought to stay where one left them.
He rifled through the pile of clothes on the bed and was happy to find they were his original set. The hippy, dippy drawstring things and tunic were too much. He was much happier in his red and black and engineer's boots. They were much more practical for spots of impromptu violence.
He grabbed up the army jacket and draped in over his arm. A quick peek outside had shown the rain had stopped for a bit, so he didn't need it.
Just as he began to ascend the stairs of the bus the door burst open and Raina stood at the bottom glaring at him. “Good, you're ready! Come along.” She started to walk away.
“Where's Tanya and the girl that spent the day with me?” Spike called after her, irritated at her brusque manner.
“Busy. My mistress charged me with seeing you off.” She kept walking around the fire and towards the front gate.
“What, no good-byes?” Spike asked caustically.
“No. None. If it had been up to me, vampire, I'd've never let you in. Nothing's worth getting mixed up with blood suckers. But my mistress decided otherwise.” She stood by the front gate and gestured that he leave.
“How will I find my Dru?” he growled at her. He'd had enough of her insolence.
“'Look for her under the starry night,' was the message that my mistress gave me. Now, leave!” She nodded towards the gate.
With his bum still tender from the morning's proceedings, he knew better than to push things. Her remark about being “mixed up with bloodsuckers” had piqued his curiosity. He'd like to chat with Tanya about that and find out what was going on. Maybe later tonight, once things had settled down a bit.
As much as Raina annoyed him, Spike knew she was one of Tanya's favorites and he didn't want to get on Tanya's bad side, by shedding any of Raina's blood. He doubted she would be as merciful as she'd been earlier.
It was with this in mind that Spike turned back and gave a slight, formal bow. “Tell your mistress 'thank you' for her hospitality towards a weary traveler. May your continued journeys be pleasant.”
It wasn't, exactly, a traditional traveler's parting, but he hoped it was good enough. He didn't really need any of the fae coming after him.
He strode away thinking, “Good riddance!”
In the 24 hours he'd been sequestered, the site had changed drastically. People were stuffed in, cheek by jowl, and the place had turned into a bit of a bog.
Mud was everywhere and the influx of people made it hard to find his car. The wide lanes that existed the night before had become narrow paths. And still, there was no scent of Dru.
All the mud, people, and trash were almost overwhelming to a vampire's senses. A deep inhale brought hundreds of aromas from succulent college co-eds to over-ripe latrines.
After a few blocked passages, he eventually made in back to the De Soto. He gaped. Whilst he was away, his car had been surrounded on three sides.
There were tiny little tents looking like brightly colored mushrooms everywhere. There was a fire and someone with no sense of rhythm was warbling “Kumbahya” whilst strumming a guitar.
“Bloody hell!” Spike muttered under his breath.
He stomped into the firelight and glared at the guitarist who was sitting in front of the passenger side doors. He looked up and swallowed the “bah” he'd been about to sing. “Hey man, welcome to camp! Wanna join the circle?”
Spike's eyes narrowed. If he hadn't told Tanya he'd behave, he'd have wreaked a little havoc and had a fine snack. He'd hoped to come back to the car, grab his leather coat, have a quiet smoke, and the go find Dru. He needed some time to puzzle out the meagre clues he'd been given. Instead, he found Camp Happy Acres arrayed around his car.
“No!” He spat out. “I don't want to join the bleeding circle. I want to get to my car.” He held up the keys.
“Oh, sorry, man! You weren't here all day and we thought someone abandoned it. We didn't think anyone would mind,” replied the guitar player.
“Well, I do mind. I need to get in my car, now! So you lot need to sod the fuck off, now!” When they sat there, staring at him, mouths agape, he flashed a hint of fang and growled, “Piss off, already!”
The way they scattered into the night with shrieks and toppled chairs was highly amusing. Within minutes, he had the quiet he'd been seeking.
He puttered about for a few minutes, changing coats and finding his cigarettes, before he righted one of the overturned chairs and settled in front of the fire. He looked up into the night sky. It was thick with cloud cover; not a star could be seen. “Starry night, my arse!” He muttered aloud. “How in the bloody hell am I supposed to find Dru, now?”
The clues he had were scant. If what Tanya said was true, the odds were that Dru was here, now, and to be found under the stars. Dru also liked bright lights and vivid colors. He'd passed enough of those from Tanya's camp to his, so there were plenty of places to look.
“Right, then,” he muttered to himself. “Stars, bright lights, colors.”
He stood up, patted his pockets to make certain he had his cigarettes, and headed out into the night. By it's end, he hoped to have his Sire back in his arms where she belonged.
He'd been out searching for over a couple of hours, following every little side trail to it's conclusion, when he caught the hint of a familiar scent. He breathed in deeply to try and pinpoint it. Meredith? What the bloody hell was Meredith doing here? He'd told her to wait back at the flat for Dru. When he found the chit, he was going to give her the thrashing of her un-life.
It took him about another half an hour or so to finally catch up to her scent. He kept having to go around large tents and buses. It gave him plenty of time to stew.
He found Meredith under an awning, with edges that were lit with strings of red Chinese lanterns. She was smiling and had her hand resting on the shoulder of some pimply bloke.
Spike stood in the shadows and fumed while he watched her as she laughed and flirted with the men that surrounded her. When the bloke with the bad skin tried to pull her into his lap, Spike growled.
Meredith's head snapped up and she peered into the dark. She could tell someone was out there. She climbed out of the guy's lap and walked to the edge of tent, shushing them. When she reached the edge and was sure no one in camp could see her, she called forth her demon.
She caught his scent immediately and her face lit up in a huge smile, “Spike! You found us!” she ran to embrace him.
As she put her arms around his neck, he grabbed a fistful of her curls and pulled her head back until she was forced to her knees. Once she was down, he shook her, hard. “Where is Drusilla? I told you to wait at the flat for her.” With that he let go of her hair and backhanded her across the cheek.
Meredith sat there stunned with tears welling up in her eyes, rubbing the side of her face. She had known he could be cruel but had never had it directed towards herself. She pulled herself up out of the mud and faced her Sire with her demon barely held in check. She slapped him back as hard as she could.
Spike staggered back, not so much from the blow, but from the surprise that she would even try such a thing.
“My mistress came back an hour or so after you left. She was insistent on coming here, so I came with her, to look after her. She's resting in the camper beyond that tent.” She hissed venomously and turned on her heel. “I need to check on her.”
He grabbed her shoulder to try and turn her around to face him but instead found himself flat on his back in the mud, with her foot planted in the middle of his chest.
He blinked quizzically at her, “How?”
She grinned a feral grin, “One of my uncles is a cop. He taught me some self-defense moves to use against jackasses that tried to get fresh.” Spike nodded respectfully. Meredith was one who could hold her own, bullying her was probably not the best way to deal with her. So, he switched to cajoling.
“Meredith, pet, I'm sorry. I've been so torn up over Dru. I've been out of my mind.” Spike tried to sound contrite but wasn't certain he did a very good job.
Meredith sniffed in disdain and then her eyes narrowed, “That's why you've got other women's scent all over you? You were so insane about looking for Miss Drusilla that you screwed other women, without feeding?” She put more weight on her foot and he squelched a bit deeper into the mud.
“Look, love, I needed someplace to stay. The De Soto was uncomfortable and you know how I hate to sleep alone.” Spike explained, trying to sit up.
“Spike?” a breathy voice murmured.
Meredith's head whipped around and she was by Drusilla's side in an instant. “Mistress! You shouldn't be out of bed! It was a long journey and you are exhausted.”
“I heard my Spike. Has he come for us?”
Spike pried himself out of the muck and tried to wipe some of it off. He walked towards the women, “Of course, I came for you, ducks. You know I would never leave you.”
He looked over Dru from head to toe. She looked good, dressed in an ethereal white peignoir, that looked out of place in the mud, but only heightened her beauty. She almost had a hint of color in her cheeks, which meant she'd recently fed. There'd been times when Dru had gone off and he'd found her dirty, disheveled, and bruised. So far, she looked none the worse for wear after this little jaunt.
Drusilla turned to him and cowered in Meredith's arms, “But you did, you did leave us. You left us and came gallivanting out here. You were gone, like Daddy is gone.” She put her head on Meredith's shoulder and started to cry.
Spike held out his hand in supplication, “Dru, love, I was here, looking for you. I didn't leave like Angelus did. I'm still here. I'll look after you.” He walked forward and Dru clung to Meredith a little bit harder. Meredith whispered soothingly to her and stroked her hair.
Spike engulfed them both in a hug. “There now, my pets. Let Spike look after you.” He rubbed their backs and hoped they would stop making a fuss. “Come on, let's get out of this mess.” He tried to steer them out of camp.
Drusilla wriggled away and looked at him petulantly, “But, my William, we'll miss the party and we've not yet paid respects to the Summer Queen and her court.”
“No worries, kitten. I think I had more than a few words with Her Majesty. She was right hospitable and bade me look after you.” He reached out for her, “I think I could follow her orders much better if we went back to the flat.” At her continued pout, he added, “How about, if after a good rest, I take you out to Coney Island, love? That's a right party.”
Drusilla clapped her hands and squealed and ran into his arms. He started to walk away and stopped when her realized Meredith wasn't with them. “You coming, pet?”
“I have to fetch Miss Drusilla's things. I'll be back in a sec.”
Spike watched her as she walked back through the awning and into the camper. It was then he noticed the sign that read, “Starry Night Commune” and sported a poor rendition of Van Gogh's masterpiece. He rolled his eyes and sighed, he should have known to expect something like that from Tanya.
FINIS.
Author:ladyaelfwynn
Episodes:Buffy, season 2, "School Hard"; Angel, season 5, "Destiny"
Pairing: Spike/Dru; Spike/OC
Warning:Violence, graphic sex
Word count:part III: 7377
Part III
Spike came back to himself to find his body wracked with sobs and Tanya curled around him whispering soothing words. “I'm not Angelus, William. I wouldn't keep Drusilla from you. Shhh, my sweet, shhh.” Her hands smoothed their way across his brow and across his chest trying to calm him as he clutched her tightly.
“It will be alright. You will find your Drusilla. She's just not here, yet. You will find her before you leave here.” She kept murmuring he words of comfort until he dropped off to sleep.
Spike had no idea what time it was except that it was daylight. That much he could tell by the glow coming from around the curtains. If he had felt like moving, he supposed he could've found out by peeking out of one of the windows. But, that would require motion and he wasn't ready for that, yet.
Tanya was nowhere to be heard. She wasn't in bed with him, though there was still a faint hint of warmth, so she hadn't been gone all that long. He didn't hear her on the bus or close by.
He lay in the dim glow and tried to process last night's occurrences. The only thing he was certain of was that Tanya was far more than the Waterhouse damsel she seemed. She had real power, more than anyone else he'd ever come across, and she'd rattled him. No one had ever stopped him from calling forth his demon.
He didn't like being at her mercy, but so far she had been the only one to even have half a clue concerning Dru's whereabouts. As of late last night, she wasn't here, according to Tanya. He also remember her assurance that she would be here and he'd find her before he left. Didn't mean that they'd leave together but, at this point, just making certain she was safe would soothe him a bit.
He hated that Dru had never returned his faithfulness. Even when he dallied with dinner, as he did the other night, it was always, mostly, physical. And he'd brought some back for her. He hadn't been a total cad.
It was that sometimes, he didn't want to play her games. He just wanted a shag, a nice cuddlesome, romantic shag. But Dru always took it to the dark side. There was always pain with her. She couldn't stand it if he were tender.
God, he wished he had a fag and a fifth of something. If he was going to be maudlin, he needed to do it properly.
Just then, he heard low voices outside the bus and felt the door open. Tanya poked her head it, “Good morning. I hope we didn't wake you.”
“No, I've been awake for a bit. Thanks for letting me crash here.” He paused a moment and looked at the curtains. “The sun's up. I'm afraid I'm stuck here for the day.”
“You're welcome. I figured as much.” She sat at the foot of the bed and smoothed the sheets absently. “Are you hungry?”
Spike glanced up at her and shook his head, “No, not as such. Not yet.” Tanya tried to catch his eye but he looked away. He didn't want to get caught in their swirling depths, again.
She reached out and caressed his thigh. “When you do, call me, and I'll take care of it, seeing as it's daylight.”
The way she said that sent shivers down his spine. He wasn't certain if they were of dread or anticipation.
“Until then,” she continued on, running her fingertips along the inside of his thigh, “we have some unfinished business to which we need to attend.”
Feeling more like William than he had in almost 90 years, he clasped the sheet to his chest and tried to scoot away from her. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his thigh as she held him in place.
“Don't make this harder on yourself, William. I told you the rules and you disobeyed. I could have thrown you out then and could do it now but you're a pretty enough lad that you deserve to be around for centuries, as long as you behave.”
Spike's eyes widened. The threats implied made him feel weaker than he had been when he was human. He knew she could carry them out; she'd stopped him from calling his demon. He could end up as dust and never see Dru again. Those were the last things he wanted.
He looked up at her, avoiding her eyes, and asked in a dread filled whisper, “Who are you?”
Her laugh tinkled like wind chimes “You're a poet. Certainly you've read Spencer and Shakespeare?”
She slid her hand further up his thigh, almost touching his burgeoning erection. “Come, now, William. Don't make this more difficult than it has to be. I've already been more lenient with you, that I am with most of your kind, all for the sake of my kinswoman. She would be well and truly lost without you. Submit to me now and there will be pleasure after the pain. Do not, and there will be no pleasure, only pain the likes of which would have made Angelus envious, once upon a time.”
Spike groaned and banged his head into the side of the bus. His body was betraying him and he hated being used so but he knew he was no match for her. If he could call his demon, he'd go down fighting, all fists and fangs. But he'd seen almost 20 years of Angelus' work and was the caretaker of the one he considered his masterpiece. He didn't want to end his days any time soon nor did he want to become as barmy as his beloved Sire.
“William.” Her tone was stern and cut through his inner musing. He understood that if he didn't obey now, the choice would be removed. He flung the sheet aside and dragged himself to the edge of the bed.
He sat at the edge a moment and made a decision. He would probably regret it and fairly soon, but he just couldn't give in and be all meek.
He rose languidly up form the bed and leaned back a little. He hooked his thumbs in the waist band of his trousers. Jeans would've been better but he made do with what he had. He smiled coquettishly and as he slowly undid the drawstring, he glanced briefly up at Tanya.
“Be easy on me, yeah?” He asked. “It's been over a century since I've seen any sort of corporal punishment. I'm not as tough as I once was.”
He finished undoing the knot and let the trousers slide down his hips and legs. A quick look at her face reassured Spike that she liked what she saw. He smiled a little smile to himself, stepped out of the trousers puddled on the floor and gently kicked them aside. He put his hands behind his back and turned away from her, and sunk slowly to his knees.
Half way down, he was pushed roughly down into the bed and a stinging blow was delivered to his arse. He was certain there would be a bright red hand print on one of his cheeks.
The blows come fast and furious; first one side and then the other. Within minutes his arse was stinging and his cock was rock hard.
It was an odd position in which to be. He'd never been subjected to similar treatment, ever. During his school days, it had never been even remotely erotic when the Headmaster had dished out 10 or 15 of his best. Angelus had tended to prefer fists. And Drusilla, the one time he'd left her to go off with Angelus, had used holy water and lit candles to make her point.
This was far more erotic than he'd ever imagined it to be. Tanya's blows stung a bit but were replaced by a pleasant tingling sensation, rather quickly. The rubbing of his erection between his belly and the bed clothes was pleasant, as well. All in all, there were worse ways to spend a morning.
When the blows stopped coming for a moment, he looked over his shoulder and he smirked, “That it, love?”
His answer was a quick as lightening, resounding thwack across both cheeks, that left a sharp sting in its wake.
“Bloody hell, love! What was that for?” he absent-absentmindedly reached down to rub the affected spot.
“Ah, ah, ah, William! No touching and no speaking, unless you're inclined towards, “Thank you, mistress. May I have another, please?””
“What?” Outrage tinged his voice. “I thought this was for fun. You started off mild enough!”
“This is a punishment, William. What did you expect?” Her eyes flashed electric blue. “What came before was to warm you up, so you'd last longer. Surely you're aware that you slowly increase the amount of pain you're delivering, so the recipient doesn't pass out right away. Now, shall we continue, or do I need to bind and gag you first?”
Her tone was such that he knew she was serious. He crossed his wrists in the small of his back and settled back down.
The next several blows left him grunting and gasping. These were not the pleasant blows of earlier. They bit and stung and left his flesh burning. He wanted to growl and rip her throat out but knew that would end badly, so he stuck it out.
The blows increased in frequency. They criss-crossed his bum and upper thighs. Time ceased to exist. All he could feel was the burn and the sting in his arse and the straining of his cock. When she stopped, it felt as though he was on fire.
For the first time in ages, he felt himself drawing breath into his lungs to keep from whimpering.
Tanya leaned over him and whispered into his ear, “It hurts, doesn't it, vampire?” She dragged a fingernail across his heated flesh and a small cry escaped his lips. “Will you behave, now? Will you control your temper? Think before you act?”
Spike took another breath. She was asking him to think. Was he ready to behave? He didn't know. Behaving had never been his strong suit, even as a human. Hell, he was the one who went off in corners at fancy dinner parties to write poetry. Not boisterous by a long shot, but not exactly up to Society's standards, either. As a vampire under Angelus' tutelage, he learned ways of misbehaving unimaginable to his former self. Was he ready to give all that up? No! He like the taste of hot blood surging past his fangs and the stalking and the taking of prey.
A thunderous slap filled the air and his arse stung more. Tanya was behind him and something was making whistling noises as she flicked it through the air. Dread filled his stomach; he hated the cane. Early on, he'd gone our of his way to eat a particularly nasty teacher he'd had, that had been far too liberal with the cane.
Another stinging blow crossed the first and his whole body twitched. “You haven't answered me, William. Are you ready to behave?”
He needed more information on what behaving entailed before he answered. He didn't want to be stuck in some faerie deal he couldn't get out of. “What do you mean by behave,” he gasped out. After a moment's pause, he added, “Mistress.”
Her cool hand caressed his delicate flanks. “You're learning. Good boy.” She placed delicate kisses along the stripes she'd just inflicted. “You jump to conclusions too readily. I'm neither your Sire nor her Sire. I will not tease you or humiliate you just for my amusement.”
Spike took another, ragged breath. “Then what was this, mistress?” Using the honorific came easier the second time.
Tanya's hand ghosted lower and he twitched as her fingers brushed his sac. “Punishment. There are more than vampires and humans here. You need to walk delicately. If my guards had been here, you would be a pile of dust for your earlier actions. I'm hoping this reminder will keep you around until my kinswoman is able to take care of herself.”
Spike's head swam, “Kinswoman, mistress?” This time he added the title with no thought what so ever.
“Have you forgotten all about your precious Drusilla?” she mocked.
“How can Dru be related to you?” Spike was truly puzzled. Dru had never mentioned anyone with any special attributes in her old family.
“One of her great grandmothers had an affair with one of my kinsman. Where else do you think she got her Sight?” Tanya replied matter-of-factly. “Now, are you ready to behave or will I have to convince you some more?” She twirled the cane in her hand idly.
“No, mistress,” he was quick to reply. He needed no further convincing; he'd pretty much do just about anything to avoid any more blows from the cane. “But, please, mistress,” he threw in for good measure, “what do I have to do to behave? There are some things I can't give up.”
She laughed again. “I'm not asking you to be good, William, just behave whilst you're here. Keep a low profile and don't kill anyone. Did you think I was asking you to give up blood or the hunt?”
Spike was glad that vampires couldn't blush or else he'd be a particularly vivid shade of pink. He mumbled as contritely as possible, “I'll behave, mistress.”
She laid down beside him and slowly caressed him from the side of his face, down his back, across his bum, and down the back of his thighs. “Good boy,” she murmured. “Now, roll over.” She pushed on his shoulder to get him moving.
He tried to ease his abused flesh to the mattress, but Tanya would have none of it. She continued rolling him over, ignoring his gasp as his heated and tender flesh rubbed against the suddenly coarse bed clothes.
In an instant, she'd straddled him. He could feel the warmth emanating from her core. His cock strained towards it, but it was just out of reach. He tried to shift so that he could sheath himself within her but she grabbed his wrists and held him still.
Spike groaned deep in his belly. He hated her games of dominance! He was used to grabbing and taking and being the one in charge. He wanted to flip them over and pound into her until she was screaming his name in ecstasy. But, he doubted that would be happening anytime soon. She'd won this round and she knew he was hers for the duration.
He let out a slow quiet sigh of frustration. Tanya looked at him. Fearing another bout of hypnosis and memories best left in the dust into which they had settled, Spike looked away. She released one of his wrists and tilted his face back towards hers, “It's alright, my darling. Your punishment is over but you need to remember that I am in charge.” She ran her fingers down the side of his face.
She leaned in closer and he felt the softness of her clothed breasts brush across his chest and breathed into his ear, “Relax, William. You'll enjoy this, I promise.” She took his earlobe between her teeth and gently nibbled.
His senses were flooded with her. Her hair smelled of summer meadows and wherever she touched him, he felt warmed but not burnt, by the summer sun.
She trailed kisses along his jaw and down his neck, and across his chest. When she took one of his nipples between her teeth and flicked it with her tongue, Spike groaned as the pleasure shot straight to his cock. Tanya shifted her hips and ground herself closer to him, smiling against his chest.
It was an odd feeling to be used so. He was enjoying it but it was different than when he took a woman. He felt a little like a ride at a play park or a carnival.
Tanya worried one of his nipples with her teeth and tongue whilst she pinched and flicked the other one. His arms shook with the desire to wrap them around her. It would've been better had she tied him up, then he could've tried to break free. This way was far more torturous.
She pressed herself close to him and then slowly rose up. For a moment all Spike could see was tangled fabric and then she was gloriously naked. Her breasts were full and ripe and her hips, lush. She looked like every school boy's dream of inviting womanhood.
She smiled seductively down at him, as she caressed her breasts, “Like what you see? You may touch.”
She giggled as his hands flew to engulf her breasts. He reveled in the feel of her beneath his fingers. Her skin was warm and she was ample enough to bury his face in her cleavage.
With one hand, she caressed the nape of his neck as she allowed him to nuzzle her. The other hand reached between them and grabbed his shaft. A quick shift of her hips and he was buried deep within her.
He moaned, low and gutturally as he slid home. She was so warm and wet and she surrounded him. He felt as if she was filling him. Spike had hoped to take things slowly. He preferred to savor his carnal pleasures, rather than speed through them. But Tanya set a bruising pace. She pushed him down to the bed, braced her hands on his shoulders, and rode him hard.
His hands came to rest on her hips and when he tried to slow the pace down, she smacked him on his thigh, as if he were a race horse.
Since she wanted it hard and fast, he decided not to hold back. He met her stroke for stroke and soon they were crying out their mutual pleasure.
She collapsed onto his chest and finally let him caress her. He ran his fingers through her hair and down her back. He cupped her bum in his hands and pressed himself further into her. He could feel himself begin to harden once more.
Tanya chuckled, “Ready to go again, William? I'd forgotten how it was with vampires.” She placed a kiss in the middle of his chest.
Spike tried to capture her lips with his but she scrambled off of him too quickly. As she rummaged in the pile of clothes by the bed, she looked up at him, “You must be getting hungry. I'll send a snack into you soon.” She found a brightly colored, floral silk kimono and pulled it on.
Spike tried to grab her back but she slipped through his fingers like early morning mist. As she looked for her robe, he could see a more business like demeanor slip over her.
“You're leaving?” he asked trying to sound curious rather than petulant and pathetic.
“Unfortunately, this trip isn't entirely one of pleasure.” She walked to the front of the bus. As she was leaving, she said over her shoulder, “The curtains should protect you from the sun. If you need anything, Raina will hear you.”
And she was gone.
He shook his head and stared at the spot where she used to be. He couldn't quite believe all that had just happened. The soreness of his arse was the only thing to prove anything had happened at all.
He shifted to his side to take some of the pressure off his raw backside. He wished that he could shift his thoughts as easily.
Why had she left? Why wasn't she spending the day with him? What had this all been about anyway? Hadn't he pleased her? “Well, no,” piped up the voice in the back corner of his brain, “in fact, you didn't. That's why your bum is covered in welts right now, you stupid git!”
As his thoughts lingered over their time together, his plans for revenge got darker. He envisioned a thousand bloody deaths for the entire camp. Heads missing, limbs ripped off, and great gouts of blood spurting and splattering.
He was tired of women using him so. Bloody bitches, just loved to mess with him. See how many tricks they could make him do before they got bored with him.
Spike longed to have a woman love him the way he loved Drusilla. He knew she didn't reciprocate his love. She loved him but not with the same consuming passion with which he loved her. He was her playmate, care taker, and lover but she didn't adore him.
He sighed, ran his hands through his hair, and looked about the bus. He was hoping to find a bottle or five of something inebriating, to make the day go quicker and shut up the voices in his head.
It didn't matter how many people he killed or how many women he took, there was always a part of him that was that shy, Victorian poet, overflowing with love for the wrong woman. There were three things which shut that voice up and none of them were at hand. No violence, no sex, and no booze.
He laughed a harsh laugh. Sure Tanya had finished with his punishment. Right now, he'd really rather have 20 more with the cane, please, mistress, than spend the day surrounded by smells of their sexcapades and contemplating his romantic failures.
Time passed slowly. There wasn't anything to do on the bus. The cupboards that didn't seem to be shut magically held bed linens and clothes. The rest wouldn't budge.
His clothes were gone, including the ones he'd been given last night. The clothing in the cupboards were for women and the linens weren't heavy enough to protect him from the sun.
He even tried to remove the curtains, but they seemed to be magicked in place. He was well and truly stuck until someone deigned to let him go.
He spent all morning trying to sleep. Since he'd slept a good portion of the night away, it wasn't as easy as it usually was but he managed to lull himself off remembering some of his more enjoyable kills.
It was nearing mid-day, when a willowy, fresh-faced young woman, clambered up the bus steps, bearing a basin of water.
“Master William? Are you awake?” She called hesitantly. When she took in his unclothed form as he rose from the bed, she giggled nervously. “I've been sent to look after you.”
Spike rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked her over. She was tall and slender with fiery red hair. She was wearing a floor length drape fastened at the shoulders and belted at the waist. It made her look like one of the Muses, perhaps Terpsicorde or Erato or maybe Hestia, goddess of hearth and home. With the sun shining behind her, she glowed as if painted by Parrish.
She set the basin on top of one of the cupboards and turned to reach for something out of the bus. Spike could see deadly, bright sunlight and took a step back. She pulled in a tray laden with fruit, cheese, and bread and a pitcher and cups and set it beside the basin.
“We thought you might be hungry.” She nodded to the tray, trying not to gaze outright at Spike's lean, muscled form.
He sauntered up to her, brushed the back of his fingers up her arm and leaned in close and whispered, “Oh, you'll do nicely, pet.” He could her her heart speed up and smirked.
This close he could also catch the slight metallic scent he'd come to associate with LSD. It was faint, humans couldn't smell it at all, but it was there.
“Well, well, well!” He thought amusedly. Things were looking up. It seemed Tanya had finally brought him something to do, as well as a tasty morsel to nibble.
He smiled one of his sexy, come-hither smiles and took her hand. He guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. “You look famished. What can I get you?”
She giggled, looked up at him and glanced away shyly, and giggled again. He could see that her eyes were slightly dilated. The drug that was coursing through her veins was beginning to work its magic.
He came closer to her and settled beside her on the bed. He took her hand again and placed delicate, little kisses along her knuckles. “What's your name, pet,” he asked, his voice rumbling sexily.
She giggled again, “Sheila.”
“Sheila, is it?” He said her name as one would savor a mouthful of exquisite wine. “Well, Sheila, I see what you want and it's not on the tray, is it?” She shook her head and blushed. “It's alright, love. Have as much of me as you'd like.”
She ran her hands over his chest, feeling its sculpted plains. He could tell she was inexperienced. Her caresses were shy and hesitant.
He pulled her into his lap and nuzzled her neck. She smelled so good! He licked along her neck, getting faint hints of the elixirs beneath. When she tensed slightly and her giggle turned nervous, he soothed her, “Shhh, love. I don't bite...much!” He added with a playful leer.
Once she had relaxed again, Spike coaxed her down, so that she was lying next to him on the bed. She was well and truly in her trip, babbling about things only she could see or hear.
He figured that as long as he didn't do anything to upset her, he could have as much fun with her as he wanted. He reached out and caressed her knee. Slowly, he rucked up the hem of her dress, until she was on display for him. He was slightly surprised that she was knickerless. He had figured she was the white, cotton, school girl kind.
“No matter,” he thought. It just made it easier to get to his prize. He placed a kiss at the top of her thick thatch of curls and ran a hand over the top of her thigh. He hooked his hand behind her knee and asked softly, “Come on, pet. Open up. You'll like what I've got for you.”
She started to spread her legs and he finished. She was spread before him like an all you can eat buffet. He ran his fingers along the outside of her folds; she shivered and sighed contentedly.
“Like that, did you?” He murmured against her skin. He teased apart her curls and ran his tongue along her entire slit. She moaned with pleasure and ran her fingers through his hair.
Spike set to pleasuring her with vigor. He ran his tongue along her outer folds and dipped inside her innermost core. He eased his fingers inside and found the spot that made her mewl in ecstasy. He gently nipped her inner thighs, mons, and clit, to get her used to associating bites with pleasure.
When she was nearing climax, he kissed his way to her inner thigh and called forth his demon. As his fangs pierced her flesh, her whole body quaked and she groaned in completion. Each time he pulled in more of her blood, she shivered in orgasmic aftershocks.
Her blood was intoxicating. He loved the flavor of women's blood during sex. There was a mellow warmth to it, with a hint of a kick, like cinnamon and cardamon. Fear was nice, mildly bitter and acidic, like vinegar made from aged red wine, but it was more like a savory main course rather than an exotic dessert. Give him the exotic dessert any time!
After a few pulls, he began to feel slightly displaced and vaguely out of sorts. He shook his head to clear it and took a few more pulls. Remembering Tanya's admonition and wanting to avoid being at her tender mercies again, he stopped his meal before he was truly full. He'd taken about as much blood as was given during a Red Cross blood donation. Hopefully, he'd find another snack fairly quickly once the sun set.
As he licked his way towards her center and began to kiss along her torso he was distracted by the faerie lights that twinkled in front of his eyes. He closed them so he could concentrate on his goal but the lights only got brighter.
They expanded and receded in bursts like fireworks displays. They were so fascinating that he rolled to his side and opted to watch them for a bit.
After a bit, he reached out and tried to grab one and noticed the borrowed blood wending its way through his body. He liked blood. It was a pretty, deep red and he loved the way it tasted. It felt so delicious as it slid down his throat.
He watched the blood flow through his fingers, up his arm, and then into his torso. He half wondered about how it managed to get everywhere when he didn't have a beating heart but the beauty of the sparkling, effulgent blood cells distracted him. They glistened like frost on grass on a crisp fall day at first light or faerie dust strewn amongst the heavens.
He giggled. As much as he tried, he could never quite escape the poncy Victorian poet that made up who he was. Everything he'd done since then had been a reaction to who he had been. He was trying to put as much distance between his current self and former self and never quite succeeded because they were the same.
He sighed and shook his head. The starry bursts returned. He idly wondered if that was that Dru saw when she tried to name the stars.
Dru. He missed her. He needed her. She had been his deliverance from a mediocre life. Tanya said he'd find her soon.
Tanya, far more powerful a being than even Angelus had been. He'd love to see that bastard get taken down a peg or two. Angelus would've hated to have been turned over anyone's knee.
His mind drifted and wandered like bees in a field of flowers, alighting for a moment, only to be distracted and move on.
At some point, he must have fallen asleep because he was suddenly awakened by loud pounding. A scowling Raina dropped a pile of clothes on the bed beside him. “It's dusk, here are your things. I'll be back in ten minutes.” She turned quickly on her heel and stomped out the door.
He ran a hand through his hair and looked about for his companion. Sheila was no where in sight. He tried to find the basin of water she'd brought, as a quick wash would be nice, but, it, along with the tray of food she'd come with, were gone, too.
He slammed his fist into the mattress and growled. He hated dealing with magic folk! They popped in and out and made things disappear. It was disorienting and annoying. Things ought to stay where one left them.
He rifled through the pile of clothes on the bed and was happy to find they were his original set. The hippy, dippy drawstring things and tunic were too much. He was much happier in his red and black and engineer's boots. They were much more practical for spots of impromptu violence.
He grabbed up the army jacket and draped in over his arm. A quick peek outside had shown the rain had stopped for a bit, so he didn't need it.
Just as he began to ascend the stairs of the bus the door burst open and Raina stood at the bottom glaring at him. “Good, you're ready! Come along.” She started to walk away.
“Where's Tanya and the girl that spent the day with me?” Spike called after her, irritated at her brusque manner.
“Busy. My mistress charged me with seeing you off.” She kept walking around the fire and towards the front gate.
“What, no good-byes?” Spike asked caustically.
“No. None. If it had been up to me, vampire, I'd've never let you in. Nothing's worth getting mixed up with blood suckers. But my mistress decided otherwise.” She stood by the front gate and gestured that he leave.
“How will I find my Dru?” he growled at her. He'd had enough of her insolence.
“'Look for her under the starry night,' was the message that my mistress gave me. Now, leave!” She nodded towards the gate.
With his bum still tender from the morning's proceedings, he knew better than to push things. Her remark about being “mixed up with bloodsuckers” had piqued his curiosity. He'd like to chat with Tanya about that and find out what was going on. Maybe later tonight, once things had settled down a bit.
As much as Raina annoyed him, Spike knew she was one of Tanya's favorites and he didn't want to get on Tanya's bad side, by shedding any of Raina's blood. He doubted she would be as merciful as she'd been earlier.
It was with this in mind that Spike turned back and gave a slight, formal bow. “Tell your mistress 'thank you' for her hospitality towards a weary traveler. May your continued journeys be pleasant.”
It wasn't, exactly, a traditional traveler's parting, but he hoped it was good enough. He didn't really need any of the fae coming after him.
He strode away thinking, “Good riddance!”
In the 24 hours he'd been sequestered, the site had changed drastically. People were stuffed in, cheek by jowl, and the place had turned into a bit of a bog.
Mud was everywhere and the influx of people made it hard to find his car. The wide lanes that existed the night before had become narrow paths. And still, there was no scent of Dru.
All the mud, people, and trash were almost overwhelming to a vampire's senses. A deep inhale brought hundreds of aromas from succulent college co-eds to over-ripe latrines.
After a few blocked passages, he eventually made in back to the De Soto. He gaped. Whilst he was away, his car had been surrounded on three sides.
There were tiny little tents looking like brightly colored mushrooms everywhere. There was a fire and someone with no sense of rhythm was warbling “Kumbahya” whilst strumming a guitar.
“Bloody hell!” Spike muttered under his breath.
He stomped into the firelight and glared at the guitarist who was sitting in front of the passenger side doors. He looked up and swallowed the “bah” he'd been about to sing. “Hey man, welcome to camp! Wanna join the circle?”
Spike's eyes narrowed. If he hadn't told Tanya he'd behave, he'd have wreaked a little havoc and had a fine snack. He'd hoped to come back to the car, grab his leather coat, have a quiet smoke, and the go find Dru. He needed some time to puzzle out the meagre clues he'd been given. Instead, he found Camp Happy Acres arrayed around his car.
“No!” He spat out. “I don't want to join the bleeding circle. I want to get to my car.” He held up the keys.
“Oh, sorry, man! You weren't here all day and we thought someone abandoned it. We didn't think anyone would mind,” replied the guitar player.
“Well, I do mind. I need to get in my car, now! So you lot need to sod the fuck off, now!” When they sat there, staring at him, mouths agape, he flashed a hint of fang and growled, “Piss off, already!”
The way they scattered into the night with shrieks and toppled chairs was highly amusing. Within minutes, he had the quiet he'd been seeking.
He puttered about for a few minutes, changing coats and finding his cigarettes, before he righted one of the overturned chairs and settled in front of the fire. He looked up into the night sky. It was thick with cloud cover; not a star could be seen. “Starry night, my arse!” He muttered aloud. “How in the bloody hell am I supposed to find Dru, now?”
The clues he had were scant. If what Tanya said was true, the odds were that Dru was here, now, and to be found under the stars. Dru also liked bright lights and vivid colors. He'd passed enough of those from Tanya's camp to his, so there were plenty of places to look.
“Right, then,” he muttered to himself. “Stars, bright lights, colors.”
He stood up, patted his pockets to make certain he had his cigarettes, and headed out into the night. By it's end, he hoped to have his Sire back in his arms where she belonged.
He'd been out searching for over a couple of hours, following every little side trail to it's conclusion, when he caught the hint of a familiar scent. He breathed in deeply to try and pinpoint it. Meredith? What the bloody hell was Meredith doing here? He'd told her to wait back at the flat for Dru. When he found the chit, he was going to give her the thrashing of her un-life.
It took him about another half an hour or so to finally catch up to her scent. He kept having to go around large tents and buses. It gave him plenty of time to stew.
He found Meredith under an awning, with edges that were lit with strings of red Chinese lanterns. She was smiling and had her hand resting on the shoulder of some pimply bloke.
Spike stood in the shadows and fumed while he watched her as she laughed and flirted with the men that surrounded her. When the bloke with the bad skin tried to pull her into his lap, Spike growled.
Meredith's head snapped up and she peered into the dark. She could tell someone was out there. She climbed out of the guy's lap and walked to the edge of tent, shushing them. When she reached the edge and was sure no one in camp could see her, she called forth her demon.
She caught his scent immediately and her face lit up in a huge smile, “Spike! You found us!” she ran to embrace him.
As she put her arms around his neck, he grabbed a fistful of her curls and pulled her head back until she was forced to her knees. Once she was down, he shook her, hard. “Where is Drusilla? I told you to wait at the flat for her.” With that he let go of her hair and backhanded her across the cheek.
Meredith sat there stunned with tears welling up in her eyes, rubbing the side of her face. She had known he could be cruel but had never had it directed towards herself. She pulled herself up out of the mud and faced her Sire with her demon barely held in check. She slapped him back as hard as she could.
Spike staggered back, not so much from the blow, but from the surprise that she would even try such a thing.
“My mistress came back an hour or so after you left. She was insistent on coming here, so I came with her, to look after her. She's resting in the camper beyond that tent.” She hissed venomously and turned on her heel. “I need to check on her.”
He grabbed her shoulder to try and turn her around to face him but instead found himself flat on his back in the mud, with her foot planted in the middle of his chest.
He blinked quizzically at her, “How?”
She grinned a feral grin, “One of my uncles is a cop. He taught me some self-defense moves to use against jackasses that tried to get fresh.” Spike nodded respectfully. Meredith was one who could hold her own, bullying her was probably not the best way to deal with her. So, he switched to cajoling.
“Meredith, pet, I'm sorry. I've been so torn up over Dru. I've been out of my mind.” Spike tried to sound contrite but wasn't certain he did a very good job.
Meredith sniffed in disdain and then her eyes narrowed, “That's why you've got other women's scent all over you? You were so insane about looking for Miss Drusilla that you screwed other women, without feeding?” She put more weight on her foot and he squelched a bit deeper into the mud.
“Look, love, I needed someplace to stay. The De Soto was uncomfortable and you know how I hate to sleep alone.” Spike explained, trying to sit up.
“Spike?” a breathy voice murmured.
Meredith's head whipped around and she was by Drusilla's side in an instant. “Mistress! You shouldn't be out of bed! It was a long journey and you are exhausted.”
“I heard my Spike. Has he come for us?”
Spike pried himself out of the muck and tried to wipe some of it off. He walked towards the women, “Of course, I came for you, ducks. You know I would never leave you.”
He looked over Dru from head to toe. She looked good, dressed in an ethereal white peignoir, that looked out of place in the mud, but only heightened her beauty. She almost had a hint of color in her cheeks, which meant she'd recently fed. There'd been times when Dru had gone off and he'd found her dirty, disheveled, and bruised. So far, she looked none the worse for wear after this little jaunt.
Drusilla turned to him and cowered in Meredith's arms, “But you did, you did leave us. You left us and came gallivanting out here. You were gone, like Daddy is gone.” She put her head on Meredith's shoulder and started to cry.
Spike held out his hand in supplication, “Dru, love, I was here, looking for you. I didn't leave like Angelus did. I'm still here. I'll look after you.” He walked forward and Dru clung to Meredith a little bit harder. Meredith whispered soothingly to her and stroked her hair.
Spike engulfed them both in a hug. “There now, my pets. Let Spike look after you.” He rubbed their backs and hoped they would stop making a fuss. “Come on, let's get out of this mess.” He tried to steer them out of camp.
Drusilla wriggled away and looked at him petulantly, “But, my William, we'll miss the party and we've not yet paid respects to the Summer Queen and her court.”
“No worries, kitten. I think I had more than a few words with Her Majesty. She was right hospitable and bade me look after you.” He reached out for her, “I think I could follow her orders much better if we went back to the flat.” At her continued pout, he added, “How about, if after a good rest, I take you out to Coney Island, love? That's a right party.”
Drusilla clapped her hands and squealed and ran into his arms. He started to walk away and stopped when her realized Meredith wasn't with them. “You coming, pet?”
“I have to fetch Miss Drusilla's things. I'll be back in a sec.”
Spike watched her as she walked back through the awning and into the camper. It was then he noticed the sign that read, “Starry Night Commune” and sported a poor rendition of Van Gogh's masterpiece. He rolled his eyes and sighed, he should have known to expect something like that from Tanya.
FINIS.