Broken English
Chapter 1:
"I love you" Tears began streaming from the beautiful blonds' eyes.
His hand was beginning to burn where it was joined with her.
"Now?" He wanted to scream after all the years of waiting, the years of denying his very nature.
After so many brushes with death, all for the sake of making her world a better place.
The bitch chooses now to declare her love. Now as he was going for the big finish; Meeting his dusty end and saving the world.
His last gesture to show her that he could be a good man. And now she does this.
The demon in him wanted to roar and then rip her gorgeous head from her shoulder, for once again putting him into an impossible situation.
He'd craved her love for so long, that he'd been willing to accept whatever attention she threw his way, as more than he deserved.
Even if she was simply kicking his ass. Use or abuse it was all the same, he thought wryly.
The man in him however wanted to pull off the bloody amulet, gather the girl in his arms, make a b-line for the nearest exit and once they made it to safety, spend the next week showing her with his words and his body, just how much her declaration had meant to him.
But he couldn't do that either, the world was going to end if he didn't see his part in this through.
So Spike said the only thing that he could "No you don't but thanks for saying it anyway."
The vampire was fighting back tears both from the pain from being burned from the inside out, but also from the pure joy of hearing the words that he had been longing to hear for years.
"Shit" William Pratt yelled as he ripped the last pages from his journal in frustration.
He wadded the pieces of paper into a tight ball and aimed half-heartedly for the trash basket on the other side of the desk.
He missed... of course.
He started banging his head none too gently against his antique writing desk.
It was made of solid cherry with a roll top and a well for ink.
It had belonged to his fathers' grandfather and it was one of the few belongings he had brought over from his family's estate when he moved to California from England.
The chapter was utter shit, he fumed.
Spike was his creation a vampire that defied his nature to fight for human kind by the side of a beautiful young girl.
A young girl that was chosen to rid the world of all sorts of supernatural beings with vampires, such as himself, being at the top of the hit list.
My Spike he thought would find a way to beat back the baddies, save the girl, be the hero and then go shag aforementioned girl seven ways to Sunday.
William Pratt was a writer who had a series of best selling novels, written under the pen name of Randy Giles.
The books chronicled the adventures of Spike a vampire with a soul, Brittney the vampire slayer and her rag-tag group of friends.
William had graduated from Oxford university with a masters degree in English literature, just six years earlier.
At 28 years of age he had accomplished much more than most people twice his age had.
He was extraordinarily lucky, most people thought.
Had they only known, how the stories had come to be.
This was to be the last book of the series, he couldn't wait to put Spike out of his misery.
The books were meant to be therapeutic. They were never really meant to be seen by anyone other than himself.
He had moved to California five years earlier, after the death of his mother, to be closer to his only remaining relative.
His mom's youngest brother Rupert Giles had welcomed him with open arms; knowing how close that Anne and her only son had been.
They lived in a small town, about an hour north of Los Angeles, in a town called Sunnydale.
Together they lived and together they connected, bonded by grief of having lost the most important person in both of their lives.
The thing was though, William was mourning not one but two losses.
William would never forget the day he met her:
It was the first day of classes his freshman year.
He had reluctantly signed up to take an art class, he needed the credits and it was the only class that he could find to fit into his already overloaded schedule.
He spotted her the minute he walked in the door; sitting in the corner by herself was the most exotic beauty he had ever seen.
For him it was love at first sight; for her it was probably more about obsession and possession.
He had been so naïve, so innocent at that point in his life.
His mother had sheltered him almost to the point of suffocation after the loss of his father.
He had only kissed one girl prior to his meeting Dru, and saying that it had been a disaster would have been putting it mildly.
William had always been the shy, bookish type. He rarely socialized, generally preferring the company of his books to the company of his peers.
Anne worried about him, she worried about everything when it came to his welfare.
She had noticed how he had become more and more withdrawn since the death of her beloved James.
He tried to assure her that it was only because he wanted to be available to her, should she ever need him.
"Bollocks," she had thought to herself, and only to herself because a lady never uttered vulgarities such as that in the presence of others.
So it was the best of intentions that she forced William to attend a mixer that she knew was being held at the estate of Martin and Laurel Underwood.
The mixer was a sort of a pre-graduation party for their eldest daughter Cecily.
Even though William had never mentioned such matters to her, Anne had it on good authority that he was slightly taken with Cecily.
He had begrudgingly attended the party after his mom had advised him that it would be rude to decline such an invitation.
Even though fashion had never been of importance to William, he had taken extra care when dressing that evening.
He knew that his clothes weren't the most stylish,however they were expensive. Always expertly tailored to fit him perfectly.
He chose a pair of soft black trousers and paired with a perfectly starched white oxford shirt and threw on a slim black tie.
He spent an hour trying to no avail to tame his soft, brown curls.
He wasn't sure why he was trying so hard, Cecily had never before acted as if she even knew that he existed.
The fact that she had invited him that evening had to mean something though. He allowed himself a small bit of hope.
It didn't take long for that hope to be extinguished, for most of the evening, she never even bothered to acknowledge his presence.
It wasn't until he was about to leave that she spoke to him.
"You're not leaving are you William, we're all about to play a game, it will be great fun, please stay."
So he followed her into the basement of the home, where everyone was gathered, waiting in a circle.
He was hoping that the game would involve intellect instead of any type of physical prowess, he was the top of his class, he should have been able to impress her.
How wrong he had been; it was so far from a game of intellect, it was a child's game "truth or dare."
However they were playing with questions and dares that no child should ever be confronted with.
The questions and dares were all filled with sexual innuendo.
He had stayed quiet the entire time, keeping all comments and reactions to himself when someone had to either tell or do something embarrassing. He didn't react at all hoping to continue fading into the background.
He had been so busy trying not to be noticed that he didn't even hear when his name was called.
"Hurry up William" a rather unattractive girl named Lila snapped.
"Yes William, what will it be, truth or dare."
"Uh, dare I guess?" William answered as more of a question than an answer, hoping that he would be the one exception to all of the awkward, suggestive goings on.
"I dare you to kiss Cecily." a boy called Brian stated, having a hard time restraining himself from doubling over in fits of laughter.
He could feel the heat of his blush from the tips of his ears spreading to the bottom of his feet.
He slowly got up on his feet, feeling a little dizzy with nerves, when Cecily complained about children playing grown up games, grabbed him by his tie and pulled him towards her.
"Hurry up William, others are waiting their turns" She growled.
He closed his eyes, licked his lips slightly so that she wouldn't notice how nervous he was, leaned in for the kiss and missed. To be more precise his lips landed somewhere between her eyes and her nose.
The other kids all started laughing uncontrollably.
He turned and ran from the house, vowing not to return to school.
There were only a few days left until graduation after all.
But of course he didn't skip school; that just wasn't who William was.
He got up on the following Monday morning, got dressed as he always did; walked the halls from class to class with his head hung low, no differently than any other day.
He tried his best to ignore the whispers and giggles that he heard as he walked the halls, knowing well that they were all at his expense.
He passed his exams with flying colors with very little effort; and delivered a speech at graduation, that had not only had the faculty but some of the student body, including some that were at the party that night, on their feet applauding.
That one night, may have been one of the worst of his life, but it had also been a revelation.
The day after graduation William cleaned out his closet, taking all of his expensive clothing, to the nearest church donating them to the homeless.
Much to his mother's horror, he began scrounging around thrift shops and on occasion dumpsters for a new wardrobe.
He made an eye appointment and rid himself of the thick lensed glasses, replacing them with saphire blue contact lenses.
He made an appointment to have his damned curls shorn from his head and left instead with platinum blond locks, slicked back to give him an edgier look.
He had always been too thin, but he joined a gym and in the three months between high school and leaving for university managed to gain 30 pounds of pure, lean muscle.
At night instead of wasting away, locked in his room with no one but his mother and his books for company, he began trolling the seedier, London underground punk clubs.
In a matter of weeks his refined accent had been replaced with one of the lower class cockney.
His self esteem had increased infinitely, despite all of his mother's arguments to the contrary, he knew that he was looking good, and now he walked with the attitude and confidence that had always been missing.
The only area of his life that had not improved was with girls.
Yes, in the clubs, he was approached by women and much to his shock men alike.
He always declined their advances though; never quite able to muster up the courage to face the possibility of being the punch line of someone 's joke.
Maybe if he hadn't found the idea so distasteful he would have ventured to one of the other types of clubs in the London underground.
In those clubs he would have been able to purchase a sexual education.
He had approached one such club on more than one occasion, but despite the total body makeover, most of his ideals and morals remained firmly in tact.
The day before classes were to begin, William left his mother's home, with most of his belongings, dressed in his favorite black jeans, black t-shirt, his trusty doc martins and the black leather duster that he found in the lost and found bin at his favorite night club.
He loved the looks that he received when he parked his vintage Desoto outside of his dorm room.
He looked more like a reject from a local reformatory than an honor student.
He chuckled when most people jumped out his way when carrying his boxes and trunks to his room.
He was fortunate that he had a room to himself, it took almost no time for him to get settled in and he spent his first night on his own, curled up on his bed with a book of poetry, while The Sex Pistols blared at an ear splitting decibel from his new stereo.
The first day of classes was one of the best he could ever remember;
His mind was challenged, and once his professors got past his appearance, seemed to accept him as someone who had a firm grasp on the topics of discussion, instead of someone that they would hide all valuables from.
The minute he walked into that art class; he felt the wind knocked out or him.
His feet propelled with a confidence he had never felt before, he took the seat next to her and he quietly introduced himself.
He began memorizing her every feature; Her hair black, long and thick, falling in soft waves around her shoulders. Her skin was pale, so pale it seemed that she must never see sunlight. She wore no makeup except for crimson lipstick, she was simply stunning.
The dress that she was wearing looked as if belonged to a character from a Bronte sister novel.
"Hello sweet William, I am Drusilla." she said with a wicked gleam in her eye.
From that moment William and Dru had been inseparable.
He felt that he had finally found the other half of himself; Where he had come from a stable and affluent home, his parents married till death did they part; Dru had no family to speak of.
She had grown up in orphanages with no knowledge of her parents at all; She had been informed that her mother had been a woman of ill repute and there was no record of who her father might have been.
William had grown up with the finest of everything, especially education.
Dru had been a product of the public education system, and the only reason that she was at Oxford was that she was an exceptionally talented artist and actress.
She was there on full scholarship.
While William lived in the most exclusive dormatory, Drusilla was forced to live in a shabby boarding house, sharing a small room with several other girls.
Immediately after the class finished, William, disturbed by how thin Dru was, so thin almost to the point of frailty, insisted on taking her to dinner.
He found a small intimate Italian cafe and plied her with anything that her fickle appetite might want.
While he ate heartily, he couldn't notice how little she actually ate, however the red wine she drank with gusto.
They were both more than a little drunk when they stumbled back to his room.
He had been extremely nervous about bringing her back to his room, he wanted her so badly, but his lack of experience was beginning to show.
Once inside the room, instead of turning the lights on he fumbled with lighting candles.
He was a romantic at heart, and though he wasn't going to push her into something that she wasn't ready for; he wanted it to be perfect if she was.
He led her by the hand, into the small sitting area of his room, and offered her some more wine; which she readily accepted.
He sat down beside her on the small sofa, and kept his hands in his lap the whole time while they chatted inanely about literature and art.
He began gulping his wine as if he had been a man wandering for two weeks lost in the desert.
He so desperately wanted to kiss her, but he refrained; having began having flashbacks to that horrible night with Cecily.
He was considering asking permission , when she sat her empty wine glass down on the Stable and stood up as if to leave.
"Now you've done it, you git." He had scolded himself;
He suspected that she had finally seen through his exterior to the loser that he truly was and was anxious to go home.
With a sigh he stood up, trying valiantly but failing to hide his disappointment, he offered to take her home. He was a gentleman after all.
Instead of agreeing, she had completely blown his mind, when she pushed him back to the sofa and gathered the skirt of her dress in one hand before straddling his lap.
Her fingers began stroking his face, up and down his razor sharp cheekbones;
He closed his eyes, drowning in the sensation of someone touching him.
His hands were at her waist and he was trying so hard to keep himself from thrusting his pelvis to grind into her.
"Look at me my sweet." She whispered to him.
He opened his eyes and was shocked by what she was doing; she had stuck one of her fingers into her mouth and she was sucking suggestively.
She began tracing the outline of his lips with that finger.
He was rock hard at that point and he began pulling her down, his denim covered cock coming into contact with her overheated core.
Even through the fabric of his jeans, and her panties, he could feel the heat and the moisture.
He groaned in pleasure and and was trying desperately to keep from embarrassing himself and disappointing her.
Her eyes were hooded in lust, as he continued to pleasure himself with her body and he felt his release become imminent.
Obviously she felt it too, because she jumped back, removing herself from lap.
He was mortified, god he had been so close and he wasn't giving anything back to her. "Fuck" He inwardly screamed, "fucking idiot."
"You were so close and now she's going to run, and it's all your fault." He told himself.
Instead she bent down and kissed him, before she stated, " I can think of much better places for you to do that than in your jeans, can't you?"
"Oh God, does she mean?" "Is she going to let me?" His thoughts were jumbled.
She gave him a knowing smile and said, "this is your first time, isn't it?"
He couldn't stop the tell-tale blush, from answering that question, even if he wanted to lie.
"It's ok sweet boy, I will be gentle." She smiled sweetly as she took his hand and pulled him towards his bedroom.
"This time." She said as an afterthought.
