'Fireworks' Fanfic, Rated NC - 17, Spike/Drusilla
Title: FireWorks
Chapter:1
Pairing: Spike/Drusilla
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all characters on the show do not belong to me.
Feedback: pretty please.
Summary: New Year's Eve, New York, 1983, Spike and Drusilla crash a party and wreak havoc.
New Year’s Eve, New York, 1983
“I want to watch the fire dance in the sky…”
Drusilla swayed on her feet, moving her arms in gentle waves, as if dancing to a music only she could hear.
“And we will, darling,” Spike told her. “But we must get you something to eat, first.”
The vampiress smiled, blunt human teeth gleaming even as she snapped them at her platinum blonde lover’s shoulder. “We’ll eat at the party, while all the pixies dance in the sky, and everyone will be too busy watching the light to care.”
A slow smile tugged at Spike’s lips. It had been more than a century now…(a century!)…and his Dark Princess still had him just as enchanted as always.
He stared at the beautiful vampire by his side, looking for all the world like a true princess in her long red ball gown and the white fur over her shoulders. (though the fur was speckled with the blood of the woman that had worn it previously) She had long white gloves that came up to her elbows, and a beautiful gold and diamond necklace drew plenty of attention to her bosom and long slender neck.
Spike, for his part, also looked decent and less punk than normal. He was in a fine tux that he had stolen just two nights ago, for his Dark Goddess, when she mentioned wanting to go to a ball this year. He kept his excessive rings and chains off tonight, and his black eyeliner had not been applied. He even allowed Drusilla to slick his white-blonde hair back neatly. It was the first time his hair had not been in spikes for at least six years.
To be honest, he had fallen for the new style. Of course, if it was on anyone else with any other color hair he would call it downright poncey.
It was easy to find a party in New York. There were going to be hundreds of parties thrown by all sorts of crowds. But spike didn’t want just any party tonight. Tonight they were stepping up a little more than usual. They were going to a very upscale party that they had heard about the night before. It was to the docks they were headed.
Despite himself, Spike was almost impressed when they came upon the ship. It was obviously a private vessel, but of massive size. It was brightly lit, with white Christmas lights strung all along the banisters. There were so many party goers it looked like a cruise ship, only instead of scantily clad, everyone was dressed in their finest. There was someone on the docks to take the invitations they had lifted off of their victims before they were allowed on board. Normally Spike wouldn’t bother with such details, just make the bouncers disappear. But they were going to be on a ship, not in a club. It was easier to disappear from a club.
On deck it was a true party, a ball of sorts, just like Dru had called it. There was a dance floor that took up half of the deck, a band playing and a black woman with a deep, powerful but utterly beautiful voice singing old jazz songs. There was a large buffet…of course, to the two vampires the entire ship was a large buffet. Spike watched as Drusilla eyed each one carefully, making her selection as if from a menu.
A plump woman in a lavender and silver gown approached. She wore her graying hair up. She seemed to hold a small bit of distaste for Spike on sight because of his obviously bleached hair, but in Drusilla she saw true class. Of course, she also saw the small droplets of blood on the otherwise pure white fur on Drusilla’s shoulders.
“Was it those damned protesters?” She demanded immediately, mistaking the blood for red paint. “Having the audacity to ruin such a beautiful fur.”
Drusilla turned to her, and Spike couldn’t help but smirk in amusement.
“Don’t worry dear, its barely noticeable.” The plump woman continued. “So ridiculous, saying its murder to make a coat.”
“Oh no,” Spike said. “It was murder getting the coat.”
There was a devilish look in the vampire’s blue eyes. In fact, the woman addressing them could have sworn she had seen a flash of amber in their depths…she smiled politely and nodded to the mysterious pair. She excused herself, looking somewhat flustered as she turned and made her way through the crowd to greet a couple she had actually recognized.
“Naughty Spike,” Drusilla chided, but with a grin on her lips. “Scaring the pretty treats away.”
Snorting, Spike took her hand. “Hardly pretty…besides, Dru, where can I scare them away to?”
The anchor had just been pulled from the water and the ship was already pulling away from the docks. He knew that if any of the humans truly wished to flee from them they would have to jump overboard.
On stage, the singer announced how close they were to midnight. She then began to sing ‘Embracable You’. Spike brought his princess onto the dance floor. Drusilla’s gloved hands rested on his shoulders while his arms were wrapped firmly and possessively around her. They swayed gently together, circling gracefully, Drusilla’s hypnotizing eyes capturing and holding Spike’s blue eyes, which seemed to shine with devotion. They drew many stares, but paid attention to no one outside their little world.
They danced together until it was announced that the fire works were about to begin. Dru stopped her dance and clapped like a happy child, before taking Spike’s hand and leading him towards the back of the crowd. “Now is our meal time, my sweet.”
Following along without complaint, he soon saw that Drusilla was leading them to a bench near one of the railings. He grinned when he saw the couple there…they were the only two, mostly concealed by the crowd. They knew no one would pay them any attention, say they were taking full advantage and making out for all they were worth. Both looked about 16, one an average looking boy with sandy blonde hair and a tux that was too big, and the other a dark haired girl, petite with a knee length red dress with spaghetti straps. The young man’s hand was sneaking down the top of the dress, gently cupping one of the small breasts and brushing his thumb over her nipple.
Both of the vampires took their advantage quickly. Drusilla sat beside the young man, and Spike beside the young woman. At Drusilla’s hand on his back, the young man pulled away and looked at her hungry gaze questioningly.
The countdown began.
10…
9…
8…
The many voices of those on the ship filled the night air, while Spike took hold of the girl’s shoulder and pulled her back against him. His fingers were tight on her bare shoulder, causing her to wince and look at him with confusion.
7…
6…
5…
“Hey!” The young man shouted at Spike, but it could barely be heard over the many voices around them.
4…
3…
2…
As if on command, both vampires shifted to their true faces, eyes turning amber, fangs lengthening and ridges extending.
1…
Both teens screamed a bloodcurdling cry of terror just as the earsplitting shouts of “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” took away any chance of them being heard. Both struggled against the powerful creatures but both sets of fangs found purchase in a victim’s neck.
Spike pulled the young girl onto his lap and turned her to face him while he fed, so it would look like they were just making out in the heat of the moment. Drusilla turned the boy to face her and fed from the side that couldn’t be seen by the crowd. No one bothered to look their way, shinning confetti seemed to be thrown everywhere, from everyone. People were blowing on noise makers, embracing one another or dancing again.
Spike was the first to raise his head, since it took much less time to drain a small girl. He licked the blood from his lips as he watched the first of the fireworks take to the air. He looked over at Drusilla, and saw that she had just finished her meal as well. He grinned at her, keeping his vampiric face as he leaned across the bench and two bodies. She leaned close as well and touched her lips to Spike’s, then traced her tongue across his lips and right inside of them, tasting the blood from the girl before Spike deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth.
They pulled away only after Drusilla had noticed the fire works out long last. Her head jerked up and she took in the bright explosions of color with awe. Normally loud noises would disturb her unless she was the cause. She raised her hands and clapped yet again as the sky filled with reds and oranges, as if on fire. Then she cried out in glee as it was blue and silver, sparkling in the sky.
Pulling his gaze away from the sparkling sky, Spike settled it on the beauty beside him. Both their faces had returned to their human masks. Spike watched as the lights from the sky reflected in his lover’s eyes, and shone across her pale skin. He smiled as he watched her reaction, far more interested in her childish glee then the lightshow above. For just a moment he had to wonder if at any time at all in his life he had truly done something to deserve such a beautiful creature.
Chapter:1
Pairing: Spike/Drusilla
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all characters on the show do not belong to me.
Feedback: pretty please.
Summary: New Year's Eve, New York, 1983, Spike and Drusilla crash a party and wreak havoc.
New Year’s Eve, New York, 1983
“I want to watch the fire dance in the sky…”
Drusilla swayed on her feet, moving her arms in gentle waves, as if dancing to a music only she could hear.
“And we will, darling,” Spike told her. “But we must get you something to eat, first.”
The vampiress smiled, blunt human teeth gleaming even as she snapped them at her platinum blonde lover’s shoulder. “We’ll eat at the party, while all the pixies dance in the sky, and everyone will be too busy watching the light to care.”
A slow smile tugged at Spike’s lips. It had been more than a century now…(a century!)…and his Dark Princess still had him just as enchanted as always.
He stared at the beautiful vampire by his side, looking for all the world like a true princess in her long red ball gown and the white fur over her shoulders. (though the fur was speckled with the blood of the woman that had worn it previously) She had long white gloves that came up to her elbows, and a beautiful gold and diamond necklace drew plenty of attention to her bosom and long slender neck.
Spike, for his part, also looked decent and less punk than normal. He was in a fine tux that he had stolen just two nights ago, for his Dark Goddess, when she mentioned wanting to go to a ball this year. He kept his excessive rings and chains off tonight, and his black eyeliner had not been applied. He even allowed Drusilla to slick his white-blonde hair back neatly. It was the first time his hair had not been in spikes for at least six years.
To be honest, he had fallen for the new style. Of course, if it was on anyone else with any other color hair he would call it downright poncey.
It was easy to find a party in New York. There were going to be hundreds of parties thrown by all sorts of crowds. But spike didn’t want just any party tonight. Tonight they were stepping up a little more than usual. They were going to a very upscale party that they had heard about the night before. It was to the docks they were headed.
Despite himself, Spike was almost impressed when they came upon the ship. It was obviously a private vessel, but of massive size. It was brightly lit, with white Christmas lights strung all along the banisters. There were so many party goers it looked like a cruise ship, only instead of scantily clad, everyone was dressed in their finest. There was someone on the docks to take the invitations they had lifted off of their victims before they were allowed on board. Normally Spike wouldn’t bother with such details, just make the bouncers disappear. But they were going to be on a ship, not in a club. It was easier to disappear from a club.
On deck it was a true party, a ball of sorts, just like Dru had called it. There was a dance floor that took up half of the deck, a band playing and a black woman with a deep, powerful but utterly beautiful voice singing old jazz songs. There was a large buffet…of course, to the two vampires the entire ship was a large buffet. Spike watched as Drusilla eyed each one carefully, making her selection as if from a menu.
A plump woman in a lavender and silver gown approached. She wore her graying hair up. She seemed to hold a small bit of distaste for Spike on sight because of his obviously bleached hair, but in Drusilla she saw true class. Of course, she also saw the small droplets of blood on the otherwise pure white fur on Drusilla’s shoulders.
“Was it those damned protesters?” She demanded immediately, mistaking the blood for red paint. “Having the audacity to ruin such a beautiful fur.”
Drusilla turned to her, and Spike couldn’t help but smirk in amusement.
“Don’t worry dear, its barely noticeable.” The plump woman continued. “So ridiculous, saying its murder to make a coat.”
“Oh no,” Spike said. “It was murder getting the coat.”
There was a devilish look in the vampire’s blue eyes. In fact, the woman addressing them could have sworn she had seen a flash of amber in their depths…she smiled politely and nodded to the mysterious pair. She excused herself, looking somewhat flustered as she turned and made her way through the crowd to greet a couple she had actually recognized.
“Naughty Spike,” Drusilla chided, but with a grin on her lips. “Scaring the pretty treats away.”
Snorting, Spike took her hand. “Hardly pretty…besides, Dru, where can I scare them away to?”
The anchor had just been pulled from the water and the ship was already pulling away from the docks. He knew that if any of the humans truly wished to flee from them they would have to jump overboard.
On stage, the singer announced how close they were to midnight. She then began to sing ‘Embracable You’. Spike brought his princess onto the dance floor. Drusilla’s gloved hands rested on his shoulders while his arms were wrapped firmly and possessively around her. They swayed gently together, circling gracefully, Drusilla’s hypnotizing eyes capturing and holding Spike’s blue eyes, which seemed to shine with devotion. They drew many stares, but paid attention to no one outside their little world.
They danced together until it was announced that the fire works were about to begin. Dru stopped her dance and clapped like a happy child, before taking Spike’s hand and leading him towards the back of the crowd. “Now is our meal time, my sweet.”
Following along without complaint, he soon saw that Drusilla was leading them to a bench near one of the railings. He grinned when he saw the couple there…they were the only two, mostly concealed by the crowd. They knew no one would pay them any attention, say they were taking full advantage and making out for all they were worth. Both looked about 16, one an average looking boy with sandy blonde hair and a tux that was too big, and the other a dark haired girl, petite with a knee length red dress with spaghetti straps. The young man’s hand was sneaking down the top of the dress, gently cupping one of the small breasts and brushing his thumb over her nipple.
Both of the vampires took their advantage quickly. Drusilla sat beside the young man, and Spike beside the young woman. At Drusilla’s hand on his back, the young man pulled away and looked at her hungry gaze questioningly.
The countdown began.
10…
9…
8…
The many voices of those on the ship filled the night air, while Spike took hold of the girl’s shoulder and pulled her back against him. His fingers were tight on her bare shoulder, causing her to wince and look at him with confusion.
7…
6…
5…
“Hey!” The young man shouted at Spike, but it could barely be heard over the many voices around them.
4…
3…
2…
As if on command, both vampires shifted to their true faces, eyes turning amber, fangs lengthening and ridges extending.
1…
Both teens screamed a bloodcurdling cry of terror just as the earsplitting shouts of “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” took away any chance of them being heard. Both struggled against the powerful creatures but both sets of fangs found purchase in a victim’s neck.
Spike pulled the young girl onto his lap and turned her to face him while he fed, so it would look like they were just making out in the heat of the moment. Drusilla turned the boy to face her and fed from the side that couldn’t be seen by the crowd. No one bothered to look their way, shinning confetti seemed to be thrown everywhere, from everyone. People were blowing on noise makers, embracing one another or dancing again.
Spike was the first to raise his head, since it took much less time to drain a small girl. He licked the blood from his lips as he watched the first of the fireworks take to the air. He looked over at Drusilla, and saw that she had just finished her meal as well. He grinned at her, keeping his vampiric face as he leaned across the bench and two bodies. She leaned close as well and touched her lips to Spike’s, then traced her tongue across his lips and right inside of them, tasting the blood from the girl before Spike deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth.
They pulled away only after Drusilla had noticed the fire works out long last. Her head jerked up and she took in the bright explosions of color with awe. Normally loud noises would disturb her unless she was the cause. She raised her hands and clapped yet again as the sky filled with reds and oranges, as if on fire. Then she cried out in glee as it was blue and silver, sparkling in the sky.
Pulling his gaze away from the sparkling sky, Spike settled it on the beauty beside him. Both their faces had returned to their human masks. Spike watched as the lights from the sky reflected in his lover’s eyes, and shone across her pale skin. He smiled as he watched her reaction, far more interested in her childish glee then the lightshow above. For just a moment he had to wonder if at any time at all in his life he had truly done something to deserve such a beautiful creature.