A Failure of Diplomacy (Spike/Dru) - Chapter Five
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A Failure of Diplomacy
By Femailofthespecies (cafedemonde)
Spike/Drusilla, others
FRAO
Warning: death, angst, violence, blood. All the fun things for good vampires.
Disclaimer: All canon characters belong to Joss and ME. The _end_of_days RPG was created and moderated by claudia6913 and emeraldswan.
Author's notes: see chapter one.
Word count: 1837 this chapter, 11735/10000 min words. Woohoo!
This was written for the joss10k
Thank you to jennillu for the beta and encouraging words.
If you like it, please let me know. If you don't, really let me know!
Previously ...
Chapter Five - My Business is Stanching Blood and Feeding Faint Men
“I need a spell.”
Amy glanced up from the television, eyeing Angel until he squirmed.
“I need a spell please.”
Placing the remote on the cushion next to her, she sighed. “That’s better. Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?”
Angel thought that was interesting coming from the girl whose mother tried to steal her life. “Well, she did, but I ate her so …”
Amy shrugged. “Not much learning you can do after that.”
“I guess not.” He smiled. Conversations with Amy were pretty much the only ones he had that weren’t work related. Not that this one wasn’t work related because it was, but she was never an all-business kind of girl so they went off topic a lot and he found that he enjoyed the tangent. Plus he had never done anything bad to her specifically, that was always nice. Lately, he had been surrounded by people that he had wronged in some way. It was pleasant to be on an even keel with someone. The need to apologize was just not there with her.
“So do I have to use my special witchy powers and gleam what you need from the stars or are you gonna tell me?”
“Oh. Well, I need something that’ll let me and the girls get near a vamp, or a lot of vamps, undetected.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I can’t screw with Ethan’s wards, Angel.”
“I know. It’s not for Drusilla.”
Amy had tried to break through the wards that the mage had erected for his childe’s lair, but all she got was a heavy dose of magic’s equivalent to electric shock for her troubles and she had no intention of trying again. If they had Willow maybe … but Willow was gone.
“So who are you trying to get the drop on?” She had been helping Angel and was making enemies in the process. She wanted to know exactly who she would be pissing off this time.
~~~*~~~
His slayers, and he was definitely coming around to thinking of them in that way, were efficient little killing machines. The fighting had been almost been too easy, unsatisfying to that part of him that he like to hide from the others, the same part that found nothing wrong in considering people his. His property, his to protect and his to use.
He hadn’t known if the spell was working until they were actually in need of it, but when the vampires that were guarding the outside of Denton’s lair didn’t flinch as April slipped up behind them, Angel was certain things would finally go his way.
Taking his time in killing Denton had been his own little indulgence, payback for Nina and Vi. As a result of his patience he was rewarded with additional information.
Drusilla, or rather that feral-feeling childe of hers, led my boys on the hunt that ended the life of the she-wolf. If I had known, Angelus, surely you must believe…”
He tore Denton’s head off at that point, ending the conversation. He’d heard enough and when they returned to the Hyperion covered in dust, he was even more silent than normal, caught between a need to hurt those who had taken something of his from him and a feeling of parental pride for his childe’s duplicity.
~~~*~~~
Back when they were in middle school, Willow and Xander had gone to the country fair. His parents had dropped them off and they spent the day riding, looking at the animal exhibits and eating. Her friend had made sure that they did lots of the latter so that by the time the sun had set, she was full, tired, sleepy and very, very dirty.
That was somewhat how she felt now. A minion knocked on the door about an hour ago. Willow had been concerned about answering it and waited until the thing told her that Spike ordered it to bring her something to eat. Quickly, she opened the door, snatched the tray, and slammed the door shut in its stunned face. Settling on the bed to chow down greedily, she ate until everything was gone, the food, plain on any other day, tasting wonderful like it had that day at the fair.
So now she was very full and tired and sleepy. One look at the grime on her arms confirmed the dirty as well and she had the overwhelming urge to soak in a tub of hot soapy water.
Biting her bottom lip, she glanced at the door. Everything had been silent since she got the food, except for a distant moaning that she refused to acknowledge, so she was fairly certain that no one was around. From what she recalled of the house’s layout, there were two bathrooms on this floor, their very existence an irresistible temptation. She slipped off the bed, grabbing her bag, and padded to the door in her bare feet. Pressing her ear to the wood, she listened until convinced the hallway was devoid of life, or unlife. Quietly, she turned the knob and opened the door.
As she expected, it was empty and dark. She thought she felt her pupils dilating, trying to accommodate the lack of light. Deciding to brave the waters, she stepped out and began her trek.
It was only when she came to a door that she thought may have been a bathroom did she panic because she really couldn’t be sure. They all looked the same and were all closed. If she was wrong and opened it on some sleeping vampire, she would be in trouble and maybe forced to use magic, something she still wanted to avoid.
Apparently she didn’t need to worry.
“What are you doing out, Red?”
She whirled around, startled by the familiar voice so close to her ear, clutching her bag to her fiercely. “Oh, Goddess, Spike! Don’t do that!” She lashed out at him with her free hand, slapping his arm.
He glanced down at where she hit him before looking at her, amused. Her chest was heaving nicely, a delightful compliment to her pounding heart and flush, heated skin.
“Bloody hell, Willow. The boy told you to stay put. Are you trying to get eaten?”
She rolled her eyes. “Please Spike. You know I can handle a few little vamps. I just really need a shower.” Her gaze drifted to the doors. “Which one?”
He sighed and walked over, opening a door for her to walk inside.
“Uh, thanks,” she muttered, and closed the door, jumping when she saw him standing in front of her in the bathroom. “Stop doing that! Don’t you get tired to playing the Big Bad?”
She was frowning, flushed and heated, with rising anger. He had always enjoyed it when she got like this. “No, actually I rather like it.”
“Well, I don’t so please leave so I can get cleaned up.” Dropping her bag, she stared up at him, her eyebrow raised, expectant, defiant.
It occurred to him that she had no clue about his more recent transformations and that he could have a little fun with her before getting what he had wanted since he’d seen her in her dorm room. Garrison may have shagged her first, but Spike considered her his, his to kill and keep. The journey had been long, but his opportunity had finally arrived.
His cold, calculating appraisal of her, left her chilled, suppressing shiver after shiver while she stood her ground. This was Spike after all. She had gotten over her fear of him long ago and wasn’t about to be intimidated, she hoped. Just when she thought she might cave, he smiled at her warmly, his eyes sparkling and friendly, relaxing her instantly.
“Alright, pet. I’ll leave you to it, but get back in the room lickety-split when you’re done, agreed?”
“Yeah, sure,” she nodded, watching as the strange vampire sauntered out, taking his mercurial moods swings with him.
~~~*~~~
Garrison lay very still. He wasn’t unconscious, she wouldn’t have that, but he was close, hovering in that space in between.
All in all it was a good space to that part in him that begged for the pain, but the nagging human in him still screamed something was very, very wrong here. Wondering when he was going to get past that lingering humanity, he kept it to himself. He would ask Spike later. Right now, he was playing monk and shutting the fuck up for his sire.
She was in a snit.
Apparently, and he was getting this information between slices into his skin, she was angry at him for not coming home immediately, for playing with the witch while she worried.
Your place is here.
Check.
He got it about two hours ago, but she was enjoying herself and who was he to interrupt that? For fun, she pressed the thorns from a bunch of dead roses into his inner thighs, and was licking the drippings away while he writhed in silence, needing to come, knowing better.
“Sweet Garrison,” she crooned, her mouth full fangs that were dangerously close to his cock.
He wasn’t sure if she was actually addressing him and hesitated.
“Do you hear me?” she added, her voice going deep and quivery. And where the hell was Spike when you needed him?
“Yes, I … I’m sorry,” he panted through the pain and also to keep his dick in check.
Ignoring the apology, she continued. “You remember when we met? Dancing in that pretty place?” She pressed another thorn into the tender skin right below his belly button.
He nodded, struggling in his chains, the pain blissful and arousing. “Sire … yeah,” he groaned, his head lolling back and forth on the crumpled sheets.
“You were with that girl, remember.” This time it wasn’t a question so he pressed his lips together to keep from speaking.
“Touching her while Princess watched, making me wait,” she raked her nails down his legs leaving deep scratches and he did cry out. The blood flowed from the wounds and they could have been deeper, both of them knew that, but she was nearly done and wanted to sleep soon. “You ate her. First thing you killed, she was.”
He recalled it faintly and clearly, that night a red haze of bloodlust, recalled feeling badly about it while she begged, yet it wasn’t in him to stop as he tore into her. His demon was very new then and he was acclimated to it all now. But he caught her meaning and didn’t think he would be making her wait while he played with Willow again. Not for a while at least
Drusilla crawled over him, naked, her body sliding in the fresh red wetness, leaving her pale skin streaked with pink. She sank down onto his hard cock easily, squeezing around him until he whimpered. Shoving her wrist to his lips, she smiled as he changed instinctively, sinking sharp fangs into her deceptively fragile limb.
“Welcome home, my wicked boy.”
~~~*~~~
A Failure of Diplomacy
By Femailofthespecies (cafedemonde)
Spike/Drusilla, others
FRAO
Warning: death, angst, violence, blood. All the fun things for good vampires.
Disclaimer: All canon characters belong to Joss and ME. The _end_of_days RPG was created and moderated by claudia6913 and emeraldswan.
Author's notes: see chapter one.
Word count: 1837 this chapter, 11735/10000 min words. Woohoo!
This was written for the joss10k
Thank you to jennillu for the beta and encouraging words.
If you like it, please let me know. If you don't, really let me know!
Previously ...
Chapter Five - My Business is Stanching Blood and Feeding Faint Men
“I need a spell.”
Amy glanced up from the television, eyeing Angel until he squirmed.
“I need a spell please.”
Placing the remote on the cushion next to her, she sighed. “That’s better. Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?”
Angel thought that was interesting coming from the girl whose mother tried to steal her life. “Well, she did, but I ate her so …”
Amy shrugged. “Not much learning you can do after that.”
“I guess not.” He smiled. Conversations with Amy were pretty much the only ones he had that weren’t work related. Not that this one wasn’t work related because it was, but she was never an all-business kind of girl so they went off topic a lot and he found that he enjoyed the tangent. Plus he had never done anything bad to her specifically, that was always nice. Lately, he had been surrounded by people that he had wronged in some way. It was pleasant to be on an even keel with someone. The need to apologize was just not there with her.
“So do I have to use my special witchy powers and gleam what you need from the stars or are you gonna tell me?”
“Oh. Well, I need something that’ll let me and the girls get near a vamp, or a lot of vamps, undetected.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I can’t screw with Ethan’s wards, Angel.”
“I know. It’s not for Drusilla.”
Amy had tried to break through the wards that the mage had erected for his childe’s lair, but all she got was a heavy dose of magic’s equivalent to electric shock for her troubles and she had no intention of trying again. If they had Willow maybe … but Willow was gone.
“So who are you trying to get the drop on?” She had been helping Angel and was making enemies in the process. She wanted to know exactly who she would be pissing off this time.
~~~*~~~
His slayers, and he was definitely coming around to thinking of them in that way, were efficient little killing machines. The fighting had been almost been too easy, unsatisfying to that part of him that he like to hide from the others, the same part that found nothing wrong in considering people his. His property, his to protect and his to use.
He hadn’t known if the spell was working until they were actually in need of it, but when the vampires that were guarding the outside of Denton’s lair didn’t flinch as April slipped up behind them, Angel was certain things would finally go his way.
Taking his time in killing Denton had been his own little indulgence, payback for Nina and Vi. As a result of his patience he was rewarded with additional information.
Drusilla, or rather that feral-feeling childe of hers, led my boys on the hunt that ended the life of the she-wolf. If I had known, Angelus, surely you must believe…”
He tore Denton’s head off at that point, ending the conversation. He’d heard enough and when they returned to the Hyperion covered in dust, he was even more silent than normal, caught between a need to hurt those who had taken something of his from him and a feeling of parental pride for his childe’s duplicity.
~~~*~~~
Back when they were in middle school, Willow and Xander had gone to the country fair. His parents had dropped them off and they spent the day riding, looking at the animal exhibits and eating. Her friend had made sure that they did lots of the latter so that by the time the sun had set, she was full, tired, sleepy and very, very dirty.
That was somewhat how she felt now. A minion knocked on the door about an hour ago. Willow had been concerned about answering it and waited until the thing told her that Spike ordered it to bring her something to eat. Quickly, she opened the door, snatched the tray, and slammed the door shut in its stunned face. Settling on the bed to chow down greedily, she ate until everything was gone, the food, plain on any other day, tasting wonderful like it had that day at the fair.
So now she was very full and tired and sleepy. One look at the grime on her arms confirmed the dirty as well and she had the overwhelming urge to soak in a tub of hot soapy water.
Biting her bottom lip, she glanced at the door. Everything had been silent since she got the food, except for a distant moaning that she refused to acknowledge, so she was fairly certain that no one was around. From what she recalled of the house’s layout, there were two bathrooms on this floor, their very existence an irresistible temptation. She slipped off the bed, grabbing her bag, and padded to the door in her bare feet. Pressing her ear to the wood, she listened until convinced the hallway was devoid of life, or unlife. Quietly, she turned the knob and opened the door.
As she expected, it was empty and dark. She thought she felt her pupils dilating, trying to accommodate the lack of light. Deciding to brave the waters, she stepped out and began her trek.
It was only when she came to a door that she thought may have been a bathroom did she panic because she really couldn’t be sure. They all looked the same and were all closed. If she was wrong and opened it on some sleeping vampire, she would be in trouble and maybe forced to use magic, something she still wanted to avoid.
Apparently she didn’t need to worry.
“What are you doing out, Red?”
She whirled around, startled by the familiar voice so close to her ear, clutching her bag to her fiercely. “Oh, Goddess, Spike! Don’t do that!” She lashed out at him with her free hand, slapping his arm.
He glanced down at where she hit him before looking at her, amused. Her chest was heaving nicely, a delightful compliment to her pounding heart and flush, heated skin.
“Bloody hell, Willow. The boy told you to stay put. Are you trying to get eaten?”
She rolled her eyes. “Please Spike. You know I can handle a few little vamps. I just really need a shower.” Her gaze drifted to the doors. “Which one?”
He sighed and walked over, opening a door for her to walk inside.
“Uh, thanks,” she muttered, and closed the door, jumping when she saw him standing in front of her in the bathroom. “Stop doing that! Don’t you get tired to playing the Big Bad?”
She was frowning, flushed and heated, with rising anger. He had always enjoyed it when she got like this. “No, actually I rather like it.”
“Well, I don’t so please leave so I can get cleaned up.” Dropping her bag, she stared up at him, her eyebrow raised, expectant, defiant.
It occurred to him that she had no clue about his more recent transformations and that he could have a little fun with her before getting what he had wanted since he’d seen her in her dorm room. Garrison may have shagged her first, but Spike considered her his, his to kill and keep. The journey had been long, but his opportunity had finally arrived.
His cold, calculating appraisal of her, left her chilled, suppressing shiver after shiver while she stood her ground. This was Spike after all. She had gotten over her fear of him long ago and wasn’t about to be intimidated, she hoped. Just when she thought she might cave, he smiled at her warmly, his eyes sparkling and friendly, relaxing her instantly.
“Alright, pet. I’ll leave you to it, but get back in the room lickety-split when you’re done, agreed?”
“Yeah, sure,” she nodded, watching as the strange vampire sauntered out, taking his mercurial moods swings with him.
~~~*~~~
Garrison lay very still. He wasn’t unconscious, she wouldn’t have that, but he was close, hovering in that space in between.
All in all it was a good space to that part in him that begged for the pain, but the nagging human in him still screamed something was very, very wrong here. Wondering when he was going to get past that lingering humanity, he kept it to himself. He would ask Spike later. Right now, he was playing monk and shutting the fuck up for his sire.
She was in a snit.
Apparently, and he was getting this information between slices into his skin, she was angry at him for not coming home immediately, for playing with the witch while she worried.
Your place is here.
Check.
He got it about two hours ago, but she was enjoying herself and who was he to interrupt that? For fun, she pressed the thorns from a bunch of dead roses into his inner thighs, and was licking the drippings away while he writhed in silence, needing to come, knowing better.
“Sweet Garrison,” she crooned, her mouth full fangs that were dangerously close to his cock.
He wasn’t sure if she was actually addressing him and hesitated.
“Do you hear me?” she added, her voice going deep and quivery. And where the hell was Spike when you needed him?
“Yes, I … I’m sorry,” he panted through the pain and also to keep his dick in check.
Ignoring the apology, she continued. “You remember when we met? Dancing in that pretty place?” She pressed another thorn into the tender skin right below his belly button.
He nodded, struggling in his chains, the pain blissful and arousing. “Sire … yeah,” he groaned, his head lolling back and forth on the crumpled sheets.
“You were with that girl, remember.” This time it wasn’t a question so he pressed his lips together to keep from speaking.
“Touching her while Princess watched, making me wait,” she raked her nails down his legs leaving deep scratches and he did cry out. The blood flowed from the wounds and they could have been deeper, both of them knew that, but she was nearly done and wanted to sleep soon. “You ate her. First thing you killed, she was.”
He recalled it faintly and clearly, that night a red haze of bloodlust, recalled feeling badly about it while she begged, yet it wasn’t in him to stop as he tore into her. His demon was very new then and he was acclimated to it all now. But he caught her meaning and didn’t think he would be making her wait while he played with Willow again. Not for a while at least
Drusilla crawled over him, naked, her body sliding in the fresh red wetness, leaving her pale skin streaked with pink. She sank down onto his hard cock easily, squeezing around him until he whimpered. Shoving her wrist to his lips, she smiled as he changed instinctively, sinking sharp fangs into her deceptively fragile limb.
“Welcome home, my wicked boy.”
~~~*~~~