Mbwa Mwitu, Chapter Twenty
Title: Mbwa Mwitu, Chapter Twenty
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Buffyverse
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Xander, Oz/Tara
Summary: When Xander decides to help Oz find the balance between man and wolf, he has no idea as to the events that it will trigger.
Warnings: non-descriptive rape. Het. Slash. Pack mentality. Character Death. Torture
Chapter Summary: The pack visits Professor Walsh's home, where Spike gets to play.
previous chapters
Spike ignored the urge to plow right into the Sunnydale sign and, instead, continued down the main road until he hit his turn-off. Next to him in the passenger seat, Tara sat with a worried expression. She had softly asked, halfway there, what exactly they planned on doing to Walsh. When Spike had answered, truthfully, that he was going to tear her from limb to limb the witch had went quiet, pulling her emotions inward and refusing to tell any of them what was wrong.
In the backseat, Xander sat, his head resting on Oz's shoulder. The part-hyena moaned softly, having suffered a severe headache most of the way from L.A. Spike's eyes darted to the rearview mirror, checking to make sure Xander wasn't breaking out into a fever. After all, who knew what sort of effects that potion would cause. Next to him, Oz had his eyes closed, his breathing deep and calm.
Professor Maggie Walsh's home was rather quaint and cute. It made Spike sick just looking at it. Parking his Desoto a half a block away, Spike turned in his seat and looked back at Xander. "Ready, pet?"
"Spike?" Xander whispered, his eyes opening to reveal a ring of green. "You smell like arousal."
"Guess it worked." Oz commented, half-smiling as Xander sat up. Oz followed Xander, climbing out of the car and watching as his pack leader excitedly sniffed at the air.
"Tara?" Spike asked. Tara jerked slightly in her seat, before glancing over at Spike. "You don't have to come. I won't force you to."
"No." Tara took a deep breath. "I need to do this." She sent him a shaky smile. "Don’t get angry if I leave, though. I don't know if I can take everything you plan. Besides, I can be a lookout."
The group joined together at the sidewalk. Xander was fighting down tears, now that he could actually smell once more. It was like being dead, and then suddenly alive again. Everything was so sharp and clear. His vision was better, his senses reaching their limits. He could smell a pie baking three streets away. He could smell the lingering trace of nicotine on Spike, despite knowing the vampire hadn't smoked a cigarette in nearly a week.
Spike pulled Xander in close, allowing Xander to bury his nose in bleached blonde hair. Xander's hand trailed up and down his spine. Spike knew that his mate wanted nothing more than to drag him home and ravage him. The thought caused Spike to smile as he carefully pulled away. Spike lead them down the street, where they stopped in front of the small home. The upstairs light was on and Spike could hear the soft heart beat of an older woman, pacing the upstairs bedroom.
Quietly, they moved around the house and into the backyard. There was a small garden in the corner, the shadows of sprouts sticking up from the ground. Sneering, Spike turned to the back door. The porch light was on and no doubt the door was locked. Spike glanced at Xander, who gave him a hard smile, before stepping forward and easily kicking the door open. It hit the far wall with a loud thump. This was followed by the distant sound of someone gasping.
As one, they entered the house, inviting Spike inside as they did so, before gentle shutting the door. They made it to the stairs without a sound, before Maggie Walsh appeared. Xander vaguely noted that she looked different without the white lab coat. Jeans really did not suite her. As the scent of lilies his Xander's nose, he began to growl.
Letting out a shocked noise, Walsh turned to run for her bedroom and no doubt a weapon. Spike and Xander were too fast for her, however, and soon had the woman pinned to the floor. Using the cord from the hallway's telephone, Spike swiftly tied Walsh's hands behind her back. After binding her ankles together, he picked her up by the arm roughly and dragged her into her bedroom. Walsh was letting out a series of indignant squawks, yelling something about being a government worker.
"Oi, bitch, shut up." Spike ordered, ripping off enough of her bed sheet to tie a gag around her head and mouth. Walsh glared up at him defiantly. "Xan, love, help me prop her up on the bed."
Ignoring Walsh's muffled curses, Xander and Spike lifted her up and dumped her onto the pristinely made bed. Walsh wriggled around a moment, fighting her bindings, before giving up and staring at them with poisonous eyes.
"Pup?" Spike turned toward the werewolf, who stood at the foot of the bed with his hands balled into fists. Waves of anger was radiating off of Oz, causing Spike to feel twitchy. "Pup, bring Tara over." Oz jerked from his words and looked over at Tara, who hovered by the door with an expression of fear engraved on her face. Oz shook his head slightly. "Bring her over. She needs to confront this. Trust me."
Oz walked over to Tara, immediately wrapping his arms around her waist. Tara seemed to nearly collapse against him, allowing Oz to carry her inner turmoil. Oz murmured into her ear and kissed the side of her neck. With a sigh, Tara nodded and allowed Oz to gently pull her toward the bed. Walsh appeared confused, but all four of them could see the shock of recognition when Tara stepped up to the side of the bed. Tara stared down at her, mouth drawn into a tight line. Oz continued to hold her, forehead pressed against her shoulder.
"Hecate help me, I don't wish to cause you harm." Tara whispered, her voice barely carrying across the room. Despite the harsh breaths Walsh took in, it was obvious the woman heard Tara speak. "I cause pain only to those that would harm my family, but you... You've harmed my pack mates, you've ordered the destruction of my mate and lover's flesh, and you've taken away the last of my innocence."
"It's okay." Oz said against Tara's shoulder, when she began to shake. Tara closed her eyes, gathering strength, before continuing.
"I will try to not participate in this revenge, but I will not stop them." Tara took a deep breath. "May the Goddess help you, for your screams will not be heard."
Spike felt the shift of magic through the air. The walls, door, and window seemed to blur a moment and Spike knew that Tara had placed a silence spell on the room. Walsh whimpered from behind her gag. With a grin, Spike began digging into his duster's pocket, until he pulled out a long knife with a slender blade. He gripped the black handle tightly, kneeling onto the bed and reaching for Walsh. He lifted her shirt, using the knife to slice it open vertically.
"Where shall we start, pet?" Spike asked, tilting his head and watching as Xander thought.
"Hmm, let's give her the Oz experience." Xander's lips curved into a sneer. "What did you call it? Oh, yes, skinning the werewolf."
Oz growled from where he stood with Tara, who had retreated to the corner of the room. Tara watched with wide eyes as Spike climbed fully onto the bed, resting comfortably on his knees. Walsh began to wriggle around, trying to escape Spike's reach. Xander chuckled, amused, when she noticed him standing on the other side.
"You know." Spike said, in a conversational tone. "She's got a flat stomach for an ugly old bitch."
"Maybe we should take care of that for her." Xander commented.
Spike didn't respond. Instead he leaned forward, adjusted the knife in his grip, and pressed it against the soft flesh next to Walsh's bellybutton. The blade easily sliced into the skin, blood welling up as Spike slowly cut a circle around her navel. A soft screech emitted from Walsh's throat, her jaw clenching to keep anymore sound out. Spike smiled rather cheerfully, before drawing the blade outward. By now the blood had smeared, giving Walsh's stomach the look of a bull’s-eye.
The only sound in the room was that of Walsh's harsh, pain filled breathing. Spike, completely entranced in his task, continued to cut a thick ring around her bellybutton. Once the circle was complete, Spike tilted the blade onto it's side and began cutting underneath the layers of skin. Walsh's legs jerked, but she otherwise remained still, afraid that any movement would cause more damage.
Tara made a choked noise in the back of her throat when she saw Spike begin to peel the skin off of Walsh's stomach. The cut was clean and deep, revealing nothing but muscles and fat underneath, Blood welled up in the wound, but did not spill over. Cringing, remembering his own pain, Oz pulled Tara close and pressed his nose against her neck. Xander watched them a moment, before turning back to the scene slowly playing out on the bed. Spike sat up, calmly holding the thick, long strand of flesh between his thumb and forefinger.
"And what, love, shall we do with it?" Spike asked, watching the skin wiggle back and forth as it dangled from his grip. "Perhaps we should let her feast on our efforts."
Xander grinned and reached for Walsh's gag. Walsh still made no noise, but her breathing was ragged and a light coating of sweat glistened across her forehead. Her jaw clamped shut, tensing as Xander gripped it tightly in is hand. Using his fingers, he pressed against her cheeks and forced her mouth open. Spike casually brought the piece of flesh over and dropped it into her mouth. Walsh gagged, her throat fighting to not swallow and her tongue trying to put it out of her mouth. Xander tsked and pushed her jaw closed. Walsh's head twisted, her eyes wide. A low groan of horror vibrated from her chest.
"Think we need some duct tape, love." Spike commented.
"I'll... I'll go look for some." Tara stammered out, quickly disappearing through the door.
"Is she okay...?" Xander asked Oz, who's face was pale from shock.
"Yeah." Oz gulped. "Fine."
"What about you, pup?" Spike narrowed his eyes at the werewolf, who took a deep breath and nodded his reply. "Don't be afraid to indulge in this. Let the wolf free, yeah?"
"I c-can't." Oz shook his head almost frantically, his eyes focused on the blood pooled in a circle on Walsh's stomach.
"Yes, you can." Xander said, calmly. His eyes were still ringed in green, his nose flaring. "This is pack, Oz. We fight and we get our revenge."
"Pack." Oz closed his eyes, his breathing calming slowly. As Tara nervously re-entered the room, Oz reopened his eyes, revealing bright gold irises, specked with green. Tara paused in the doorway, staring at Oz in surprise. Then, without looking, she tossed the duct tape toward the bed and walked to Oz. Their eyes locked and Tara drew in a gasp.
"I was wondering when I'd meet your wolf, face to face." Tara said, softly, before threading her fingers through Oz's hair. A slight smile graced her features, cutting through the mask of horror that had covered her face.
At the bed, Xander ripped off a strip of tape and quickly taped Walsh's mouth closed. Spike sat back with a sigh. "Pity, I was hoping to make her scream."
"Hmm... What now?" Xander asked.
"It's time for your revenge, pet." Spike said softly.
"Spike... Cutting into her head will kill her." Xander insisted.
"Maybe. Maybe not." Spike smirked down at the woman, who was too busy trying to not swallow the foul piece of flesh in her mouth to pay attention to their words. "We don't want to kill her... Promised Peaches, after all."
"Then what do you want to do?" Xander asked, eyeing the blood on Walsh's stomach.
"They cut into your liver, right?" Spike asked, trying to keep his words light. Xander's hand automatically reached for the place on the side of his stomach, where his stitches resided. "Then, that's our next project."
Xander didn't say another word and, instead, watched as Spike unbuttoned Walsh's jeans. The vampire jerked them downward, until they rested low on her hipline. Spike tsked and pushed her white cotton underwear down as well. Xander stepped away from the bed, joining Oz and Tara. Without looking, he could smell the sudden exposure of more flesh to the air. A soft squelch was heard behind him and, at Spike noise of pleasure, a shiver ran down his spine.
"Bloody hell, I'd forgotten how disgusting human bodies were." Spike exclaimed, his voice bright and happy. Happy, despite his soul, to be destroying something once again. Xander tried to not smile and turned back to the bed.
Spike's hand and knife was coated in blood. The bright crimson, speckled with dark bits of flesh that had been torn away, paired with Spike's smirk and bright blue eyes gave him a look of an angel, fallen from grace. Xander took a deep breath, smelling the blood and his mate's arousal. A part of Xander wanted to be ashamed by how this aggression and pain was turning him on. This was Spike at his best, playing amongst the living and holding the gift of death in his hands. It made Xander want to touch him, love him.
"Should be happy, you know." Spike commented. "I don't have any railroad spikes handy, after all."
That was all Xander needed. The sound of Spike's voice and the smells, so many smells, drifting around him. Unable to stop himself, Xander strode toward the bed, tossing the knife and pining Spike into the mattress in one fluid motion. Spike made a surprised, but happy, sound in the back of his throat as Xander pulled him into a hard and erotic kiss.
Oz had tried to keep from looking. He could hear Xander and Spike writhing on the bed, next to a silently crying Walsh. The woman was strong, Oz had to give her that. She hadn't made much noise, taking all of her pain silently. As though pulled forward, Oz released his hold on Tara and stepped toward the bed. Tara followed, her eyes darting around so she wouldn't have to look at Walsh.
"Bloody hell, pet." Spike gasped, one of his hands reaching up to grasp the headboard. Xander's hands had disappeared underneath Spike's clothes, his mouth latched onto Spike's neck. Walsh looked like she either wanted to have a nervous break down, or throw up.
Oz glanced briefly at his pack mates, before allowing his eyes to connect with the open wounds in Walsh's side. Blood trickled out from between the severed flesh, staining the white and blue comforter underneath her. Oz's hand seemed to move of it's own accord, reached forward and gently touching the cut. Walsh gasped from behind the duct tape. Tilting his head, Oz watched as his fingers disappeared between the flesh. Inside felt wet and hot. It made Oz hungry.
Oz's fingers brushed against something. Shoving his hand deeper inside, he enclosed his fingers around the unknown organ and squeezed. A screech of pain erupted from Walsh's throat, her breath quickening. Oz carefully slipped his hand out, staring down at the bright blood wordlessly. Taking a step back from the bed, Oz watched as the blood dripped steadily from his hand and onto the pristine carpet.
"Oz." Tara whispered, horrified as the werewolf raised his hand to his lips and licked at the blood. Gold tinted eyes turned to her. As though coming back to himself, Oz dropped his hand, leaving a streak of blood across his lower lip. He looked apologetic, his eyes lowering. "Oz..."
"Sorry." Oz's voice cracked slightly.
"You've got blood on your lips." Tara informed him, her eyes wide as she stepped closer to him. "I... Oh, Goddess, something is wrong with me, because..." Tara reached up and cupped Oz's face, pulling him toward her. "I want you."
Tara's tongue flicked out briefly, gathering the taste of blood into her mouth, before she kissed Oz full on the mouth. Oz growled softly against her lips, wrapping his arms around her waist as her hand thread through his hair. When every trace of blood had been removed from Oz's mouth, Tara slowly pulled back, panting.
"Spike." Xander said from the bed. "Drain her, please. I want to go home and strip you down to nothing. And I think Tara's thinking along the same lines with Oz."
"I'm not going to kill her, love." Spike replied, as Xander allowed him to sit up. "As much as the idea pleases me, I don't want to get on the bad side of Peaches again so soon."
"Then drain her enough." Xander literally begged. "I want to mark you again, please. I want to go home and place my scent in every crevice of your body."
Spike moaned at Xander's words, before reaching for Walsh and roughly pulling her toward him. Walsh's eyes fluttered as she tried to focus on what was happening, her body jerking painfully to get away from Spike's hold. Spike grinned, before burying his face in her neck, his fangs into her skin. Hot liquid, tasting like fear, anger, and copper flooded his mouth. Groaning, Spike drunk the blood down until he heard Walsh's heart beat turn sluggish. Tearing away from her, before he could drink too much, Spike dropped her back on the bed with a smirk.
"One more spot of revenge, love." Spike said, as Xander pulled him off the bed and into a tight embrace. "Got to let the bitch know what our lovely witch went through. Got to make her scream, pet."
"You're not touching that thing with your dick, Spike." Xander said, narrowing his eyes.
"Wouldn't dream of it." Spike looked disgusted by the mere thought. Spike turned toward the other two, who were slowly gravitating toward the door. "You two go ahead, yeah? We'll be out in a second."
"Are you sure?" Oz asked, as Tara made for the door.
"Yeah, pup. Go on." Spike nodded. He waited until they were already down the stairs, before moving toward the knife that Xander had tossed to the floor. He picked it up, balancing it's handle in his hand, before turning back to the bed. Walsh was on the verge of slipping into unconsciousness, if not death. Her skin was stark white, her blood soaking into the bed sheets.
Moving fast, hoping to finish before she lost the ability to recognize what was happening around her, Spike grabbed a hold of her jeans and underwear, tugging the roughly down until they reached her knees. Then, after a quick glance at Xander, he swiftly shoved the knife between her legs, twisting it as it disappeared into her body. Walsh's scream was hardly muffled by the duct tape. Spike, with a sadistic grin plastered onto his face, pulled back to watch her eyes roll up into her head and her body go limp.
"Do you think she'll live?" Xander asked, opening one of the bedroom's door to find a small personal bathroom. He went inside and grabbed a washcloth, wetting it.
"Have to admit, love, considering how much blood she's lost and how long it will take someone to find her?" Spike accepted the cloth and began wiping the blood from his hands. "Well, she'd have earned her life after all of that."
"She'll be here a while." Xander agreed, watching as Spike tossed the now bloody cloth onto the bed.
Xander paused, before grabbing another washcloth and wetting it as well. He folded it carefully, before following Spike out the bedroom door and down the stairs. They met Tara and Oz in the backyard, where Xander handed Oz the cloth. Oz cleaned his own hand, disposing of the cloth in a trashcan. The four looked at each other a moment, before silently walking around the building and back to the car.
Note: Want to know what's planned for this universe? See this entry, because I'm a psycho-author who likes to get myself into messes. Trust me, you'll know what I'm talking about once you read that entry. Otherwise, one chapter left for this particular story!
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Buffyverse
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Xander, Oz/Tara
Summary: When Xander decides to help Oz find the balance between man and wolf, he has no idea as to the events that it will trigger.
Warnings: non-descriptive rape. Het. Slash. Pack mentality. Character Death. Torture
Chapter Summary: The pack visits Professor Walsh's home, where Spike gets to play.
previous chapters
Spike ignored the urge to plow right into the Sunnydale sign and, instead, continued down the main road until he hit his turn-off. Next to him in the passenger seat, Tara sat with a worried expression. She had softly asked, halfway there, what exactly they planned on doing to Walsh. When Spike had answered, truthfully, that he was going to tear her from limb to limb the witch had went quiet, pulling her emotions inward and refusing to tell any of them what was wrong.
In the backseat, Xander sat, his head resting on Oz's shoulder. The part-hyena moaned softly, having suffered a severe headache most of the way from L.A. Spike's eyes darted to the rearview mirror, checking to make sure Xander wasn't breaking out into a fever. After all, who knew what sort of effects that potion would cause. Next to him, Oz had his eyes closed, his breathing deep and calm.
Professor Maggie Walsh's home was rather quaint and cute. It made Spike sick just looking at it. Parking his Desoto a half a block away, Spike turned in his seat and looked back at Xander. "Ready, pet?"
"Spike?" Xander whispered, his eyes opening to reveal a ring of green. "You smell like arousal."
"Guess it worked." Oz commented, half-smiling as Xander sat up. Oz followed Xander, climbing out of the car and watching as his pack leader excitedly sniffed at the air.
"Tara?" Spike asked. Tara jerked slightly in her seat, before glancing over at Spike. "You don't have to come. I won't force you to."
"No." Tara took a deep breath. "I need to do this." She sent him a shaky smile. "Don’t get angry if I leave, though. I don't know if I can take everything you plan. Besides, I can be a lookout."
The group joined together at the sidewalk. Xander was fighting down tears, now that he could actually smell once more. It was like being dead, and then suddenly alive again. Everything was so sharp and clear. His vision was better, his senses reaching their limits. He could smell a pie baking three streets away. He could smell the lingering trace of nicotine on Spike, despite knowing the vampire hadn't smoked a cigarette in nearly a week.
Spike pulled Xander in close, allowing Xander to bury his nose in bleached blonde hair. Xander's hand trailed up and down his spine. Spike knew that his mate wanted nothing more than to drag him home and ravage him. The thought caused Spike to smile as he carefully pulled away. Spike lead them down the street, where they stopped in front of the small home. The upstairs light was on and Spike could hear the soft heart beat of an older woman, pacing the upstairs bedroom.
Quietly, they moved around the house and into the backyard. There was a small garden in the corner, the shadows of sprouts sticking up from the ground. Sneering, Spike turned to the back door. The porch light was on and no doubt the door was locked. Spike glanced at Xander, who gave him a hard smile, before stepping forward and easily kicking the door open. It hit the far wall with a loud thump. This was followed by the distant sound of someone gasping.
As one, they entered the house, inviting Spike inside as they did so, before gentle shutting the door. They made it to the stairs without a sound, before Maggie Walsh appeared. Xander vaguely noted that she looked different without the white lab coat. Jeans really did not suite her. As the scent of lilies his Xander's nose, he began to growl.
Letting out a shocked noise, Walsh turned to run for her bedroom and no doubt a weapon. Spike and Xander were too fast for her, however, and soon had the woman pinned to the floor. Using the cord from the hallway's telephone, Spike swiftly tied Walsh's hands behind her back. After binding her ankles together, he picked her up by the arm roughly and dragged her into her bedroom. Walsh was letting out a series of indignant squawks, yelling something about being a government worker.
"Oi, bitch, shut up." Spike ordered, ripping off enough of her bed sheet to tie a gag around her head and mouth. Walsh glared up at him defiantly. "Xan, love, help me prop her up on the bed."
Ignoring Walsh's muffled curses, Xander and Spike lifted her up and dumped her onto the pristinely made bed. Walsh wriggled around a moment, fighting her bindings, before giving up and staring at them with poisonous eyes.
"Pup?" Spike turned toward the werewolf, who stood at the foot of the bed with his hands balled into fists. Waves of anger was radiating off of Oz, causing Spike to feel twitchy. "Pup, bring Tara over." Oz jerked from his words and looked over at Tara, who hovered by the door with an expression of fear engraved on her face. Oz shook his head slightly. "Bring her over. She needs to confront this. Trust me."
Oz walked over to Tara, immediately wrapping his arms around her waist. Tara seemed to nearly collapse against him, allowing Oz to carry her inner turmoil. Oz murmured into her ear and kissed the side of her neck. With a sigh, Tara nodded and allowed Oz to gently pull her toward the bed. Walsh appeared confused, but all four of them could see the shock of recognition when Tara stepped up to the side of the bed. Tara stared down at her, mouth drawn into a tight line. Oz continued to hold her, forehead pressed against her shoulder.
"Hecate help me, I don't wish to cause you harm." Tara whispered, her voice barely carrying across the room. Despite the harsh breaths Walsh took in, it was obvious the woman heard Tara speak. "I cause pain only to those that would harm my family, but you... You've harmed my pack mates, you've ordered the destruction of my mate and lover's flesh, and you've taken away the last of my innocence."
"It's okay." Oz said against Tara's shoulder, when she began to shake. Tara closed her eyes, gathering strength, before continuing.
"I will try to not participate in this revenge, but I will not stop them." Tara took a deep breath. "May the Goddess help you, for your screams will not be heard."
Spike felt the shift of magic through the air. The walls, door, and window seemed to blur a moment and Spike knew that Tara had placed a silence spell on the room. Walsh whimpered from behind her gag. With a grin, Spike began digging into his duster's pocket, until he pulled out a long knife with a slender blade. He gripped the black handle tightly, kneeling onto the bed and reaching for Walsh. He lifted her shirt, using the knife to slice it open vertically.
"Where shall we start, pet?" Spike asked, tilting his head and watching as Xander thought.
"Hmm, let's give her the Oz experience." Xander's lips curved into a sneer. "What did you call it? Oh, yes, skinning the werewolf."
Oz growled from where he stood with Tara, who had retreated to the corner of the room. Tara watched with wide eyes as Spike climbed fully onto the bed, resting comfortably on his knees. Walsh began to wriggle around, trying to escape Spike's reach. Xander chuckled, amused, when she noticed him standing on the other side.
"You know." Spike said, in a conversational tone. "She's got a flat stomach for an ugly old bitch."
"Maybe we should take care of that for her." Xander commented.
Spike didn't respond. Instead he leaned forward, adjusted the knife in his grip, and pressed it against the soft flesh next to Walsh's bellybutton. The blade easily sliced into the skin, blood welling up as Spike slowly cut a circle around her navel. A soft screech emitted from Walsh's throat, her jaw clenching to keep anymore sound out. Spike smiled rather cheerfully, before drawing the blade outward. By now the blood had smeared, giving Walsh's stomach the look of a bull’s-eye.
The only sound in the room was that of Walsh's harsh, pain filled breathing. Spike, completely entranced in his task, continued to cut a thick ring around her bellybutton. Once the circle was complete, Spike tilted the blade onto it's side and began cutting underneath the layers of skin. Walsh's legs jerked, but she otherwise remained still, afraid that any movement would cause more damage.
Tara made a choked noise in the back of her throat when she saw Spike begin to peel the skin off of Walsh's stomach. The cut was clean and deep, revealing nothing but muscles and fat underneath, Blood welled up in the wound, but did not spill over. Cringing, remembering his own pain, Oz pulled Tara close and pressed his nose against her neck. Xander watched them a moment, before turning back to the scene slowly playing out on the bed. Spike sat up, calmly holding the thick, long strand of flesh between his thumb and forefinger.
"And what, love, shall we do with it?" Spike asked, watching the skin wiggle back and forth as it dangled from his grip. "Perhaps we should let her feast on our efforts."
Xander grinned and reached for Walsh's gag. Walsh still made no noise, but her breathing was ragged and a light coating of sweat glistened across her forehead. Her jaw clamped shut, tensing as Xander gripped it tightly in is hand. Using his fingers, he pressed against her cheeks and forced her mouth open. Spike casually brought the piece of flesh over and dropped it into her mouth. Walsh gagged, her throat fighting to not swallow and her tongue trying to put it out of her mouth. Xander tsked and pushed her jaw closed. Walsh's head twisted, her eyes wide. A low groan of horror vibrated from her chest.
"Think we need some duct tape, love." Spike commented.
"I'll... I'll go look for some." Tara stammered out, quickly disappearing through the door.
"Is she okay...?" Xander asked Oz, who's face was pale from shock.
"Yeah." Oz gulped. "Fine."
"What about you, pup?" Spike narrowed his eyes at the werewolf, who took a deep breath and nodded his reply. "Don't be afraid to indulge in this. Let the wolf free, yeah?"
"I c-can't." Oz shook his head almost frantically, his eyes focused on the blood pooled in a circle on Walsh's stomach.
"Yes, you can." Xander said, calmly. His eyes were still ringed in green, his nose flaring. "This is pack, Oz. We fight and we get our revenge."
"Pack." Oz closed his eyes, his breathing calming slowly. As Tara nervously re-entered the room, Oz reopened his eyes, revealing bright gold irises, specked with green. Tara paused in the doorway, staring at Oz in surprise. Then, without looking, she tossed the duct tape toward the bed and walked to Oz. Their eyes locked and Tara drew in a gasp.
"I was wondering when I'd meet your wolf, face to face." Tara said, softly, before threading her fingers through Oz's hair. A slight smile graced her features, cutting through the mask of horror that had covered her face.
At the bed, Xander ripped off a strip of tape and quickly taped Walsh's mouth closed. Spike sat back with a sigh. "Pity, I was hoping to make her scream."
"Hmm... What now?" Xander asked.
"It's time for your revenge, pet." Spike said softly.
"Spike... Cutting into her head will kill her." Xander insisted.
"Maybe. Maybe not." Spike smirked down at the woman, who was too busy trying to not swallow the foul piece of flesh in her mouth to pay attention to their words. "We don't want to kill her... Promised Peaches, after all."
"Then what do you want to do?" Xander asked, eyeing the blood on Walsh's stomach.
"They cut into your liver, right?" Spike asked, trying to keep his words light. Xander's hand automatically reached for the place on the side of his stomach, where his stitches resided. "Then, that's our next project."
Xander didn't say another word and, instead, watched as Spike unbuttoned Walsh's jeans. The vampire jerked them downward, until they rested low on her hipline. Spike tsked and pushed her white cotton underwear down as well. Xander stepped away from the bed, joining Oz and Tara. Without looking, he could smell the sudden exposure of more flesh to the air. A soft squelch was heard behind him and, at Spike noise of pleasure, a shiver ran down his spine.
"Bloody hell, I'd forgotten how disgusting human bodies were." Spike exclaimed, his voice bright and happy. Happy, despite his soul, to be destroying something once again. Xander tried to not smile and turned back to the bed.
Spike's hand and knife was coated in blood. The bright crimson, speckled with dark bits of flesh that had been torn away, paired with Spike's smirk and bright blue eyes gave him a look of an angel, fallen from grace. Xander took a deep breath, smelling the blood and his mate's arousal. A part of Xander wanted to be ashamed by how this aggression and pain was turning him on. This was Spike at his best, playing amongst the living and holding the gift of death in his hands. It made Xander want to touch him, love him.
"Should be happy, you know." Spike commented. "I don't have any railroad spikes handy, after all."
That was all Xander needed. The sound of Spike's voice and the smells, so many smells, drifting around him. Unable to stop himself, Xander strode toward the bed, tossing the knife and pining Spike into the mattress in one fluid motion. Spike made a surprised, but happy, sound in the back of his throat as Xander pulled him into a hard and erotic kiss.
Oz had tried to keep from looking. He could hear Xander and Spike writhing on the bed, next to a silently crying Walsh. The woman was strong, Oz had to give her that. She hadn't made much noise, taking all of her pain silently. As though pulled forward, Oz released his hold on Tara and stepped toward the bed. Tara followed, her eyes darting around so she wouldn't have to look at Walsh.
"Bloody hell, pet." Spike gasped, one of his hands reaching up to grasp the headboard. Xander's hands had disappeared underneath Spike's clothes, his mouth latched onto Spike's neck. Walsh looked like she either wanted to have a nervous break down, or throw up.
Oz glanced briefly at his pack mates, before allowing his eyes to connect with the open wounds in Walsh's side. Blood trickled out from between the severed flesh, staining the white and blue comforter underneath her. Oz's hand seemed to move of it's own accord, reached forward and gently touching the cut. Walsh gasped from behind the duct tape. Tilting his head, Oz watched as his fingers disappeared between the flesh. Inside felt wet and hot. It made Oz hungry.
Oz's fingers brushed against something. Shoving his hand deeper inside, he enclosed his fingers around the unknown organ and squeezed. A screech of pain erupted from Walsh's throat, her breath quickening. Oz carefully slipped his hand out, staring down at the bright blood wordlessly. Taking a step back from the bed, Oz watched as the blood dripped steadily from his hand and onto the pristine carpet.
"Oz." Tara whispered, horrified as the werewolf raised his hand to his lips and licked at the blood. Gold tinted eyes turned to her. As though coming back to himself, Oz dropped his hand, leaving a streak of blood across his lower lip. He looked apologetic, his eyes lowering. "Oz..."
"Sorry." Oz's voice cracked slightly.
"You've got blood on your lips." Tara informed him, her eyes wide as she stepped closer to him. "I... Oh, Goddess, something is wrong with me, because..." Tara reached up and cupped Oz's face, pulling him toward her. "I want you."
Tara's tongue flicked out briefly, gathering the taste of blood into her mouth, before she kissed Oz full on the mouth. Oz growled softly against her lips, wrapping his arms around her waist as her hand thread through his hair. When every trace of blood had been removed from Oz's mouth, Tara slowly pulled back, panting.
"Spike." Xander said from the bed. "Drain her, please. I want to go home and strip you down to nothing. And I think Tara's thinking along the same lines with Oz."
"I'm not going to kill her, love." Spike replied, as Xander allowed him to sit up. "As much as the idea pleases me, I don't want to get on the bad side of Peaches again so soon."
"Then drain her enough." Xander literally begged. "I want to mark you again, please. I want to go home and place my scent in every crevice of your body."
Spike moaned at Xander's words, before reaching for Walsh and roughly pulling her toward him. Walsh's eyes fluttered as she tried to focus on what was happening, her body jerking painfully to get away from Spike's hold. Spike grinned, before burying his face in her neck, his fangs into her skin. Hot liquid, tasting like fear, anger, and copper flooded his mouth. Groaning, Spike drunk the blood down until he heard Walsh's heart beat turn sluggish. Tearing away from her, before he could drink too much, Spike dropped her back on the bed with a smirk.
"One more spot of revenge, love." Spike said, as Xander pulled him off the bed and into a tight embrace. "Got to let the bitch know what our lovely witch went through. Got to make her scream, pet."
"You're not touching that thing with your dick, Spike." Xander said, narrowing his eyes.
"Wouldn't dream of it." Spike looked disgusted by the mere thought. Spike turned toward the other two, who were slowly gravitating toward the door. "You two go ahead, yeah? We'll be out in a second."
"Are you sure?" Oz asked, as Tara made for the door.
"Yeah, pup. Go on." Spike nodded. He waited until they were already down the stairs, before moving toward the knife that Xander had tossed to the floor. He picked it up, balancing it's handle in his hand, before turning back to the bed. Walsh was on the verge of slipping into unconsciousness, if not death. Her skin was stark white, her blood soaking into the bed sheets.
Moving fast, hoping to finish before she lost the ability to recognize what was happening around her, Spike grabbed a hold of her jeans and underwear, tugging the roughly down until they reached her knees. Then, after a quick glance at Xander, he swiftly shoved the knife between her legs, twisting it as it disappeared into her body. Walsh's scream was hardly muffled by the duct tape. Spike, with a sadistic grin plastered onto his face, pulled back to watch her eyes roll up into her head and her body go limp.
"Do you think she'll live?" Xander asked, opening one of the bedroom's door to find a small personal bathroom. He went inside and grabbed a washcloth, wetting it.
"Have to admit, love, considering how much blood she's lost and how long it will take someone to find her?" Spike accepted the cloth and began wiping the blood from his hands. "Well, she'd have earned her life after all of that."
"She'll be here a while." Xander agreed, watching as Spike tossed the now bloody cloth onto the bed.
Xander paused, before grabbing another washcloth and wetting it as well. He folded it carefully, before following Spike out the bedroom door and down the stairs. They met Tara and Oz in the backyard, where Xander handed Oz the cloth. Oz cleaned his own hand, disposing of the cloth in a trashcan. The four looked at each other a moment, before silently walking around the building and back to the car.
Note: Want to know what's planned for this universe? See this entry, because I'm a psycho-author who likes to get myself into messes. Trust me, you'll know what I'm talking about once you read that entry. Otherwise, one chapter left for this particular story!