Buffy/Dollhouse Crossover: Hunger
Title: Hunger
Rating: PG-13, if not R
Pairing: Topher/Spike
Word count: 1350
Disclaimers: Not mine
Warning: While there is no sex, it comes off strongly of a non con scene... as any vampire attack scene should.
Summery:: Newly turned Vampire!Topher's 'first time'. Sequel to The Most Important Kiss He’d Ever Know. Written for whedonlands crossover challenge.
Topher clawed his way out of the soft ground. Glancing up wearily, he saw the bleach blond man-- no vampire-- sitting on a grave stone casually smoking a cigarette. As he laid there, only partly out of his grave and gasping for air, the man seemed totally unfazed by what was happening.
“‘Bout time you came around,” he said flicking the cigarette away and reaching his hand out to help him.
Topher accepted his hand and struggled to pull the rest of his body out, before standing and wiping the dirt away from his clothes. “Am I really dead… a vampire?” he asked feeling like he was in the most insane and vivid of dreams.
“Yup. Dead, yet never more alive and all that.” He waved his hand as if dismissing the fact. “Now, are you done with the daft questions? I’m hungry.”
Topher smiled, “I am too.”
He gave a pleased pout. “Good.”
As the man in the leather duster started to walk away, Topher followed him. It was cold and dark and as he gazed at the world around him, he felt a little lost and unsure of himself. After a few moments of silence, he asked, “Was I really buried in my plaid shirt and kakis?” As he yanked at his own shirt, he felt a pang that no one had cared enough to even put him in a simple suit.
The man turned, a look of bewilderment on his face. “I thought you were supposed to be smart?”
“I am!”
“Well, I did a little research on you while you were out and according to what I read, you’re supposed to be a right genius. No offense, but I’m not sensing that.”
Topher snapped, “I was just wondering.” Muttering to himself, he pushed his hand through his hair frustrated with the situation already.
The man rolled his eyes. “Say I’m feeling lazy and leave you to the floor, yeah? Next thing you know, people are asking questions and being just being noisy; an annoying lot.” He flicked his hand and grimaced as though disgusted with the idea. “Then it’s a weeks until your buried and then who knows how long before you were risen? Life is short, even for the undead.”
“I don’t know, I just thought-”
He stopped short, as though pondering something. “Though it would have saved me digging that hole if I had. I need to learn some patience.” As he said this, a pair of party girls passed by, eyeing them and smiling. The man leered after them. “Though there is something said for indulging in the moment as well. Come on.”
They followed the girls, holding back a bit. With each step, Topher felt a worry pulling at his gut. He had done some questionable things in his day, but the thought of murder chilled him. Could he do it? But even as he thought this, he could the smell fragrance of their perfume, the leather of their shoes, the sweetness of their blood. It was intoxicating and he wanted it. Closing his eyes, he tasted them in his mouth.
The man laughed, “I love seeing you newbies hunt for the first time. Always special.” He gave Topher a fiendish smile, before adding airily, “Reminds me of what it was like to be young again.”
“Does the pleasure fade?” Topher asked with some disappointment.
“Oh no, never. In some ways it’s better-- as you learn to toy with them-- but it’s never the same.”
Topher eyes darted ahead. He could see the girls hugging, saying goodbye, before one was going in one direction and the other in the other. He stood frozen. His lip trembled as desire and guilt filled him.
The man’s blue eyes, looked at him curiously. “Which do you want to be your first?”
Topher stared back, wide eyed with shock.
“Quick! Or they’ll both get away.”
He glanced down, seeing nothing and thinking of everything. Lust, life, death… a burning guilt, a consuming power… the taste of their blood in his mouth. He paused on that last thought. It was a sort of hunger he had never felt before. It was a hunger… there was no point in trying to control.
He ran after them. He could hear the man’s boots padding after him. Reaching where they had parted, he looked both ways. The man caught up to him. Topher looked over his shoulder smiling.
He looked down one of the alleys and he could sense that his companion followed his gaze. What they saw was a rather appetizing sight. It was the dirty blonde, her hips swaying back and forth, her red dress ruffling in the wind. It just called to him.
“Her,” he growled out hungrily. “I want her.”
“Alright. One curvy lady coming right on up.” He eyed the area around them and whispered, “You follow her up that alley. I’ll met you on the other side.”
Topher nodded and took his first step forward.
If he had had a heartbeat, it would have been pounding, in that second. There was a clicking of her heals, the soft wavering fragrance of her blood, the knowledge that he was about to get his fill. Somehow, he got closer and closer to her, not quite knowing how. It was almost like he was pulled towards her on some invisible string.
It was dramatic and he realized he thrilled in the dramatic. The dim light from the windows above was even streaming down, falling oh so perfectly on her, as though she was putting on a show. In a way, she was, because with each flutter of her skirt, each pounding of her heart, she became more seductive. It was more alluring to him then those dirty strip teases, in those so called gentlemen clubs, ever were.
It was the tease before the big event and as though she sensed it’s completion, she stopped and looked around nervously. She saw him. Starting, she started walking away quickly, only to find herself in bigger danger. The blonde vampire came out of the shadows, sauntering towards her slowly. Seeing this, she backed up. As her hands clawed at her own face in terror, she gave out a weak scream.
Topher groaned with the pleasure. She was too frightened to even scream properly. Lovely. As she turned and turned, crying silently for escape, they walked right up to her. Topher smiled and grabbed her by the chin. There were tears running down her cheeks…
“So beautiful,” he whispered as her lips trembled. Seeing this, his own lip trembled uncertainly.
He gazed up to see the vampire watching him eagerly. He held onto the woman’s shoulders, steadying her. “Do it,” he demanded.
That was all Topher needed. He leaned in, only now realizing his face had changed. Closing his eyes, he ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling power in this change… the rush. Pursing his lips, he completed the journey to her neck, before biting down and feeling the warm blood gush into his mouth.
Ecstasy.
Oddly, she didn’t struggle, but he could feel her fear and her life rapidly fading away. He glanced up to see the man holding her wrist up to his own lips, feeding off her as he stared back deeply into Topher’s blue eyes. It was a perfect. A moment so rapturous that he could never describe it. It was amazingly like love.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he registered the woman's feeble moan.
As the last pulse came and her heart stopped beating, they dropped her red clad figure down so that she wad splayed out between them. Topher smiled feeling completely happy.
He man walked towards him, stepping over the girl, before running his thumb over Topher’s red lips. They stared a long moment, before the man quirked an eyebrow in amusement and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. They walked on.
They had taken a few steps, before Topher turned his head a little and asked, “What’s your name?”
“Spike.”
“Spike,” he tasted the word in his mouth with a sigh.
“Yes, Spike.”
“And where are we going now?”
“Home.”
Rating: PG-13, if not R
Pairing: Topher/Spike
Word count: 1350
Disclaimers: Not mine
Warning: While there is no sex, it comes off strongly of a non con scene... as any vampire attack scene should.
Summery:: Newly turned Vampire!Topher's 'first time'. Sequel to The Most Important Kiss He’d Ever Know. Written for whedonlands crossover challenge.
Topher clawed his way out of the soft ground. Glancing up wearily, he saw the bleach blond man-- no vampire-- sitting on a grave stone casually smoking a cigarette. As he laid there, only partly out of his grave and gasping for air, the man seemed totally unfazed by what was happening.
“‘Bout time you came around,” he said flicking the cigarette away and reaching his hand out to help him.
Topher accepted his hand and struggled to pull the rest of his body out, before standing and wiping the dirt away from his clothes. “Am I really dead… a vampire?” he asked feeling like he was in the most insane and vivid of dreams.
“Yup. Dead, yet never more alive and all that.” He waved his hand as if dismissing the fact. “Now, are you done with the daft questions? I’m hungry.”
Topher smiled, “I am too.”
He gave a pleased pout. “Good.”
As the man in the leather duster started to walk away, Topher followed him. It was cold and dark and as he gazed at the world around him, he felt a little lost and unsure of himself. After a few moments of silence, he asked, “Was I really buried in my plaid shirt and kakis?” As he yanked at his own shirt, he felt a pang that no one had cared enough to even put him in a simple suit.
The man turned, a look of bewilderment on his face. “I thought you were supposed to be smart?”
“I am!”
“Well, I did a little research on you while you were out and according to what I read, you’re supposed to be a right genius. No offense, but I’m not sensing that.”
Topher snapped, “I was just wondering.” Muttering to himself, he pushed his hand through his hair frustrated with the situation already.
The man rolled his eyes. “Say I’m feeling lazy and leave you to the floor, yeah? Next thing you know, people are asking questions and being just being noisy; an annoying lot.” He flicked his hand and grimaced as though disgusted with the idea. “Then it’s a weeks until your buried and then who knows how long before you were risen? Life is short, even for the undead.”
“I don’t know, I just thought-”
He stopped short, as though pondering something. “Though it would have saved me digging that hole if I had. I need to learn some patience.” As he said this, a pair of party girls passed by, eyeing them and smiling. The man leered after them. “Though there is something said for indulging in the moment as well. Come on.”
They followed the girls, holding back a bit. With each step, Topher felt a worry pulling at his gut. He had done some questionable things in his day, but the thought of murder chilled him. Could he do it? But even as he thought this, he could the smell fragrance of their perfume, the leather of their shoes, the sweetness of their blood. It was intoxicating and he wanted it. Closing his eyes, he tasted them in his mouth.
The man laughed, “I love seeing you newbies hunt for the first time. Always special.” He gave Topher a fiendish smile, before adding airily, “Reminds me of what it was like to be young again.”
“Does the pleasure fade?” Topher asked with some disappointment.
“Oh no, never. In some ways it’s better-- as you learn to toy with them-- but it’s never the same.”
Topher eyes darted ahead. He could see the girls hugging, saying goodbye, before one was going in one direction and the other in the other. He stood frozen. His lip trembled as desire and guilt filled him.
The man’s blue eyes, looked at him curiously. “Which do you want to be your first?”
Topher stared back, wide eyed with shock.
“Quick! Or they’ll both get away.”
He glanced down, seeing nothing and thinking of everything. Lust, life, death… a burning guilt, a consuming power… the taste of their blood in his mouth. He paused on that last thought. It was a sort of hunger he had never felt before. It was a hunger… there was no point in trying to control.
He ran after them. He could hear the man’s boots padding after him. Reaching where they had parted, he looked both ways. The man caught up to him. Topher looked over his shoulder smiling.
He looked down one of the alleys and he could sense that his companion followed his gaze. What they saw was a rather appetizing sight. It was the dirty blonde, her hips swaying back and forth, her red dress ruffling in the wind. It just called to him.
“Her,” he growled out hungrily. “I want her.”
“Alright. One curvy lady coming right on up.” He eyed the area around them and whispered, “You follow her up that alley. I’ll met you on the other side.”
Topher nodded and took his first step forward.
If he had had a heartbeat, it would have been pounding, in that second. There was a clicking of her heals, the soft wavering fragrance of her blood, the knowledge that he was about to get his fill. Somehow, he got closer and closer to her, not quite knowing how. It was almost like he was pulled towards her on some invisible string.
It was dramatic and he realized he thrilled in the dramatic. The dim light from the windows above was even streaming down, falling oh so perfectly on her, as though she was putting on a show. In a way, she was, because with each flutter of her skirt, each pounding of her heart, she became more seductive. It was more alluring to him then those dirty strip teases, in those so called gentlemen clubs, ever were.
It was the tease before the big event and as though she sensed it’s completion, she stopped and looked around nervously. She saw him. Starting, she started walking away quickly, only to find herself in bigger danger. The blonde vampire came out of the shadows, sauntering towards her slowly. Seeing this, she backed up. As her hands clawed at her own face in terror, she gave out a weak scream.
Topher groaned with the pleasure. She was too frightened to even scream properly. Lovely. As she turned and turned, crying silently for escape, they walked right up to her. Topher smiled and grabbed her by the chin. There were tears running down her cheeks…
“So beautiful,” he whispered as her lips trembled. Seeing this, his own lip trembled uncertainly.
He gazed up to see the vampire watching him eagerly. He held onto the woman’s shoulders, steadying her. “Do it,” he demanded.
That was all Topher needed. He leaned in, only now realizing his face had changed. Closing his eyes, he ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling power in this change… the rush. Pursing his lips, he completed the journey to her neck, before biting down and feeling the warm blood gush into his mouth.
Ecstasy.
Oddly, she didn’t struggle, but he could feel her fear and her life rapidly fading away. He glanced up to see the man holding her wrist up to his own lips, feeding off her as he stared back deeply into Topher’s blue eyes. It was a perfect. A moment so rapturous that he could never describe it. It was amazingly like love.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he registered the woman's feeble moan.
As the last pulse came and her heart stopped beating, they dropped her red clad figure down so that she wad splayed out between them. Topher smiled feeling completely happy.
He man walked towards him, stepping over the girl, before running his thumb over Topher’s red lips. They stared a long moment, before the man quirked an eyebrow in amusement and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. They walked on.
They had taken a few steps, before Topher turned his head a little and asked, “What’s your name?”
“Spike.”
“Spike,” he tasted the word in his mouth with a sigh.
“Yes, Spike.”
“And where are we going now?”
“Home.”