Title: Faces (1/3)
Author: Bert
Rating: R - Some bad language...
Summary: Sequel to Voices... read it first.
Spike shook his head as he slowly awoke, "What the hell hit me?" he asked. He moved to clutch his aching head in his hands but found them tied behind him in a loose knot. Then remembered. He looked up and saw Xander silently watching him.
"You hit me" it wasn't a question.
Xander jumped up off the tomb and picked up a bottle of scotch from the floor.
"What's that?" Spike asked confused. "It'll take more than one bottle before I forgive you."
Xander smiled and smashed the bottle against the stone work, "No!" screamed Spike as saw the precious fluid contained within soaking into the dusty floor. "What did you do that for? That was good scotch..." his voice trailed off when he saw Xander still holding the broken neck. Without a word he started to approach the vampire.
Spike frantically struggled against his bonds as Xander slowly approached, holding the broken bottle out in front of him, a look of death in his eyes. "Look, whatever it is, I didn't do it" Spike shouted unable to tear his eyes from the bottle.
Xander came to a stop in front of the vampire. He just stood there a sense of calm flooding his being as with sudden clarity he realised just what it was he had to do. Slowly he raised the bottle, ready to strike.
Spike glared defiantly up at him, "Do it," he challenged defiantly, "go on, you don't have the guts" he spat out. His eyes widened as the bottle started to descend. Closing his eyes Spike braced himself from the strike.
His eyes flew open when something hot splashed against his skin and ran down his face, "What?" his eyes flew open. An almost overpowering stench of blood filled his senses as he saw the deep jagged cut in Xander's wrist, his blood flowing freely from the wound. Xander gripped his wrist and watched the blood flow, his eyes were emotionless as he alternately tightened and loosened his grip, his lips curled upwards slightly when the blood spurted out to strike Spike.
"Are you nuts?" Spike screamed, subconsciously licking the blood of his lips, "you need help fast I...," His shouts were cut off as Xander clamped his wrist over his mouth and he brutally held the blondes head against the wound. Loud gurgles came from Spikes throat as he started to choke against the blood flooding his mouth then instinct kicked in and he greedily gulped down the blood freely given to him.
Too soon the flow slowed and stopped, Spike whimpered softly as Xander's wrist fell from his lips, quickly followed by the rest of the body as Xander slumped down onto the floor.
Stronger from the fresh blood Spike wrenched his hands free from his bonds and knelt down against Xander's prone form. "Why?" Spike demanded, then he realised just what had occurred, just what he had just done. "Buffy's going to kill me" he gasped as he licked the last traces of Xander's blood from his lips. "I could run," he told himself, common sense chose that moment to chip in its own two cents "she'll still hunt you down like a wild animal for killing her friend, can you hide that long?"
"Argh" Spike screamed in frustration, Buffy would never believe that Xander suddenly decided to donate freely to a vampire in need. His eyes brightened as a sudden spark of inspiration struck, "I could say I found him like this," Spike smiled warming to his idea, "yeah, that'll work." His doubt's suddenly grew, "only they'd never believe me." He pulled his leg back to kick the body when he stopped and listened carefully.
There, he barely caught it but Xander's heart was still beating, albeit slowly and very weakly. He was saved, Spike smiled truly happy, all he had to was get him to hospital and all would be well in the world. Buffy will even be eternally grateful to him for saving her friend, "yes" he hissed punching the air in triumph.Â
"No!" Spike suddenly crouched over Xander, he could tell that his vitals were rapidly failing, "don't do this to me," he gently raised him up to make his breathing easier. It was to no avail; Xander's heartbeats were becoming few and far between. Spike shook him in frustration, "come on Xander, live damn you," Spike begged, unaware of the irony as for once he wished one of the scoobies to survive, on any other occasion he'd be quite happy to gloat over their corpse. "It all depends on you. Be a pal huh? Live... please?" he roughly dumped him back onto the floor when he got no response.
"Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger... unless..." he stopped his ranting and looked thoughtfully down at Xander. He shook his head in disgust, "no I couldn't," he told himself, "but it'd save him thereby earning Buffy's gratitude." And image of Buffy slowly letting her dress slip from her shoulders flashed in his mind as he imagined just how she could thank him. His mind made up Spike quickly slit his wrist and held the bleeding wound over Xander's mouth, he had to hurry before Xander finally dropped dead. "Drink damn it," Spike pinched Xander's cheeks forcing his mouth open, "Buffy's going to be so pleased with me" he told himself as he forced his blood down Xander's throat.
Spike sat watching the body waiting for the moment when he would awake, apart for a trip to fetch blood he had been cooped up in here all day. Not through concern for Xander or anything, but he didn't want anyone discovering the body or his friends asking if he had seen him. There were some answers he needed from Xander, most importantly why he did what he did. He jumped slightly when without warning Xander suddenly sat upright, without moving his body Xander turned his head and stared directly at his sire. Spike silently returned the gaze, his hand moved as he flicked a bag of blood to the fledgling.
Xander caught the bag and looked down at it for a moment before tearing it open with his teeth he quickly sucked it dry. "More," another bag quickly followed the first, likewise it was consumed. "More," and another, "more," and another. "More." No bag followed the request.
"More" Xander repeated.
"You've had enough"
Xander narrowed his eyes, "More" he demanded.
Spike stood his ground, "I said you've had enough."
Xander cocked his head to one side and thought for a moment, then he suddenly smiled, "ok," he agreed.
Spike breathed a sigh of relief, "Do you know who you are?"
"I'm Xander"
"Good" he smiled down as his childe, "how do you feel?"
A look of pure joy crossed Xander's face, "I feel free."
Spike glanced at him for a moment but decided to let it go, "do you know what happened?" he asked carefully.
Xander nodded.
"Do you know why?"
Again with the nod.
"Well why dammit."
Xander opened his mouth as if to say something, then he closed it. He nodded his head side to side as if silently debating something then smiled once again at Spike, "No, you're not ready."
Spike was speechless, already he dared defy him. Something was very wrong here. Then he realised something, so far Xander hadn't shown his demon face, it normally appears when they first awake.
"Bring her to me" Xander asked, it was too much like an order for Spike's liking. It was time to prove who was boss.
Snarling he rushed Xander pushing him roughly against the wall, "Just who's the master around here?" he growled lifting him against the wall, game face displayed in full anger.
Xander blinked innocently, "why you are daddy dearest."
The unexpected response completely phased Spike, his face slipping back to normal he let Xander back down, "Er... yes. Good. I am, remember it." He tried to sound threatening as he desperately attempted to recover his position.
"So will you bring her to me?" Xander asked.
"Who? Anya?" he asked.
A small smile appeared on Xander's lips as he vigorously shook his head in negation. "Willow?" Spike asked hopefully. Again with the shaking, only this time the smile was bigger. "You can't want to see Tara?" The head shaking returned. "That'd only leave..." Spike said aloud, then he stopped when he saw Xander positively beaming at him. "You can't be serious" he exclaimed.
Xander nodded, his grin threatening to split his face in two, "Spike baby, I can call you baby right?" he asked throwing a friendly arm across his shoulders. He pulled Spike into a not to friendly head lock and started to talk animatedly, "You need to see the big picture like I do." Xander moved his free hand expansively in front of him, "I have a plan you see, in a year we'll rule this berg, in two the blood will flow freely, within three it will no longer exist."
"And then?" Spike asked trying to extricate himself.
"And then?" Xander faltered for a moment and then recovered himself, "and then we'll go elsewhere, LA maybe. I'm sure Angel and Cordellia will be positively delighted to see me, won't they?" He suddenly let Spike go, an innocent look appearing on his face as his sire fell unceremoniously onto the floor.
"They'd be delighted." Spike ground out picking himself up.
"Of course they will," Xander confirmed.
Spike blinked as he studied his newest childe for a moment, Xander grinned and stared right back. He smiled briefly before shifting his body into classic bodybuilder poses, "bloody hell" Spike exclaimed as finally the missing pieces clicked into place, "you're flippin' loopy."
Xander genuinely laughed in amusement and looked virtuously up at him, "loopy is as loopy does," he said cryptically. Facing his sire he started to hum a tune whilst waving his hands about as if conducting an orchestra. Suddenly he burst into song, "What shall be do with the dunken vampire?" he sang with gusto. "What shall we do with the drunken vampire?" the volume increased as he sang each line. "What shall we do with the drunken vampire? Ear-ly in the morn-ing." He stared meaningfully at Spike as he sang the emphasis on the last word.  Turning away from him he continued to sing to himself, completely ignoring the presence of his sire, "Hoo-ray and up she rises, Hoo-ray and up she rises, Hoo-ray and up she rises, Ear-ly in the morning."
Spike slowly backed out of the room. Before Xander could make a move to follow he quickly slammed the door shut. Turning the key in the lock Spike rushed around the room, shifting furniture to barricade the door. Satisfied that Xander was not going anywhere Spike groaned out loud and buried his head between his knees, he was silent for a moment as he listened to the wild singing coming through the door. A small chuckle escaped his lips, trying to keep in his laughter spike failed and was soon laughing hysterically. "I'm dead and she's going to kill me. I'm dead and she's going to kill me." His mind could only grasp just one detail, Buffy was going to kill him.
Author: Bert
Rating: R - Some bad language...
Summary: Sequel to Voices... read it first.
Spike shook his head as he slowly awoke, "What the hell hit me?" he asked. He moved to clutch his aching head in his hands but found them tied behind him in a loose knot. Then remembered. He looked up and saw Xander silently watching him.
"You hit me" it wasn't a question.
Xander jumped up off the tomb and picked up a bottle of scotch from the floor.
"What's that?" Spike asked confused. "It'll take more than one bottle before I forgive you."
Xander smiled and smashed the bottle against the stone work, "No!" screamed Spike as saw the precious fluid contained within soaking into the dusty floor. "What did you do that for? That was good scotch..." his voice trailed off when he saw Xander still holding the broken neck. Without a word he started to approach the vampire.
Spike frantically struggled against his bonds as Xander slowly approached, holding the broken bottle out in front of him, a look of death in his eyes. "Look, whatever it is, I didn't do it" Spike shouted unable to tear his eyes from the bottle.
Xander came to a stop in front of the vampire. He just stood there a sense of calm flooding his being as with sudden clarity he realised just what it was he had to do. Slowly he raised the bottle, ready to strike.
Spike glared defiantly up at him, "Do it," he challenged defiantly, "go on, you don't have the guts" he spat out. His eyes widened as the bottle started to descend. Closing his eyes Spike braced himself from the strike.
His eyes flew open when something hot splashed against his skin and ran down his face, "What?" his eyes flew open. An almost overpowering stench of blood filled his senses as he saw the deep jagged cut in Xander's wrist, his blood flowing freely from the wound. Xander gripped his wrist and watched the blood flow, his eyes were emotionless as he alternately tightened and loosened his grip, his lips curled upwards slightly when the blood spurted out to strike Spike.
"Are you nuts?" Spike screamed, subconsciously licking the blood of his lips, "you need help fast I...," His shouts were cut off as Xander clamped his wrist over his mouth and he brutally held the blondes head against the wound. Loud gurgles came from Spikes throat as he started to choke against the blood flooding his mouth then instinct kicked in and he greedily gulped down the blood freely given to him.
Too soon the flow slowed and stopped, Spike whimpered softly as Xander's wrist fell from his lips, quickly followed by the rest of the body as Xander slumped down onto the floor.
Stronger from the fresh blood Spike wrenched his hands free from his bonds and knelt down against Xander's prone form. "Why?" Spike demanded, then he realised just what had occurred, just what he had just done. "Buffy's going to kill me" he gasped as he licked the last traces of Xander's blood from his lips. "I could run," he told himself, common sense chose that moment to chip in its own two cents "she'll still hunt you down like a wild animal for killing her friend, can you hide that long?"
"Argh" Spike screamed in frustration, Buffy would never believe that Xander suddenly decided to donate freely to a vampire in need. His eyes brightened as a sudden spark of inspiration struck, "I could say I found him like this," Spike smiled warming to his idea, "yeah, that'll work." His doubt's suddenly grew, "only they'd never believe me." He pulled his leg back to kick the body when he stopped and listened carefully.
There, he barely caught it but Xander's heart was still beating, albeit slowly and very weakly. He was saved, Spike smiled truly happy, all he had to was get him to hospital and all would be well in the world. Buffy will even be eternally grateful to him for saving her friend, "yes" he hissed punching the air in triumph.Â
"No!" Spike suddenly crouched over Xander, he could tell that his vitals were rapidly failing, "don't do this to me," he gently raised him up to make his breathing easier. It was to no avail; Xander's heartbeats were becoming few and far between. Spike shook him in frustration, "come on Xander, live damn you," Spike begged, unaware of the irony as for once he wished one of the scoobies to survive, on any other occasion he'd be quite happy to gloat over their corpse. "It all depends on you. Be a pal huh? Live... please?" he roughly dumped him back onto the floor when he got no response.
"Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger... unless..." he stopped his ranting and looked thoughtfully down at Xander. He shook his head in disgust, "no I couldn't," he told himself, "but it'd save him thereby earning Buffy's gratitude." And image of Buffy slowly letting her dress slip from her shoulders flashed in his mind as he imagined just how she could thank him. His mind made up Spike quickly slit his wrist and held the bleeding wound over Xander's mouth, he had to hurry before Xander finally dropped dead. "Drink damn it," Spike pinched Xander's cheeks forcing his mouth open, "Buffy's going to be so pleased with me" he told himself as he forced his blood down Xander's throat.
Spike sat watching the body waiting for the moment when he would awake, apart for a trip to fetch blood he had been cooped up in here all day. Not through concern for Xander or anything, but he didn't want anyone discovering the body or his friends asking if he had seen him. There were some answers he needed from Xander, most importantly why he did what he did. He jumped slightly when without warning Xander suddenly sat upright, without moving his body Xander turned his head and stared directly at his sire. Spike silently returned the gaze, his hand moved as he flicked a bag of blood to the fledgling.
Xander caught the bag and looked down at it for a moment before tearing it open with his teeth he quickly sucked it dry. "More," another bag quickly followed the first, likewise it was consumed. "More," and another, "more," and another. "More." No bag followed the request.
"More" Xander repeated.
"You've had enough"
Xander narrowed his eyes, "More" he demanded.
Spike stood his ground, "I said you've had enough."
Xander cocked his head to one side and thought for a moment, then he suddenly smiled, "ok," he agreed.
Spike breathed a sigh of relief, "Do you know who you are?"
"I'm Xander"
"Good" he smiled down as his childe, "how do you feel?"
A look of pure joy crossed Xander's face, "I feel free."
Spike glanced at him for a moment but decided to let it go, "do you know what happened?" he asked carefully.
Xander nodded.
"Do you know why?"
Again with the nod.
"Well why dammit."
Xander opened his mouth as if to say something, then he closed it. He nodded his head side to side as if silently debating something then smiled once again at Spike, "No, you're not ready."
Spike was speechless, already he dared defy him. Something was very wrong here. Then he realised something, so far Xander hadn't shown his demon face, it normally appears when they first awake.
"Bring her to me" Xander asked, it was too much like an order for Spike's liking. It was time to prove who was boss.
Snarling he rushed Xander pushing him roughly against the wall, "Just who's the master around here?" he growled lifting him against the wall, game face displayed in full anger.
Xander blinked innocently, "why you are daddy dearest."
The unexpected response completely phased Spike, his face slipping back to normal he let Xander back down, "Er... yes. Good. I am, remember it." He tried to sound threatening as he desperately attempted to recover his position.
"So will you bring her to me?" Xander asked.
"Who? Anya?" he asked.
A small smile appeared on Xander's lips as he vigorously shook his head in negation. "Willow?" Spike asked hopefully. Again with the shaking, only this time the smile was bigger. "You can't want to see Tara?" The head shaking returned. "That'd only leave..." Spike said aloud, then he stopped when he saw Xander positively beaming at him. "You can't be serious" he exclaimed.
Xander nodded, his grin threatening to split his face in two, "Spike baby, I can call you baby right?" he asked throwing a friendly arm across his shoulders. He pulled Spike into a not to friendly head lock and started to talk animatedly, "You need to see the big picture like I do." Xander moved his free hand expansively in front of him, "I have a plan you see, in a year we'll rule this berg, in two the blood will flow freely, within three it will no longer exist."
"And then?" Spike asked trying to extricate himself.
"And then?" Xander faltered for a moment and then recovered himself, "and then we'll go elsewhere, LA maybe. I'm sure Angel and Cordellia will be positively delighted to see me, won't they?" He suddenly let Spike go, an innocent look appearing on his face as his sire fell unceremoniously onto the floor.
"They'd be delighted." Spike ground out picking himself up.
"Of course they will," Xander confirmed.
Spike blinked as he studied his newest childe for a moment, Xander grinned and stared right back. He smiled briefly before shifting his body into classic bodybuilder poses, "bloody hell" Spike exclaimed as finally the missing pieces clicked into place, "you're flippin' loopy."
Xander genuinely laughed in amusement and looked virtuously up at him, "loopy is as loopy does," he said cryptically. Facing his sire he started to hum a tune whilst waving his hands about as if conducting an orchestra. Suddenly he burst into song, "What shall be do with the dunken vampire?" he sang with gusto. "What shall we do with the drunken vampire?" the volume increased as he sang each line. "What shall we do with the drunken vampire? Ear-ly in the morn-ing." He stared meaningfully at Spike as he sang the emphasis on the last word.  Turning away from him he continued to sing to himself, completely ignoring the presence of his sire, "Hoo-ray and up she rises, Hoo-ray and up she rises, Hoo-ray and up she rises, Ear-ly in the morning."
Spike slowly backed out of the room. Before Xander could make a move to follow he quickly slammed the door shut. Turning the key in the lock Spike rushed around the room, shifting furniture to barricade the door. Satisfied that Xander was not going anywhere Spike groaned out loud and buried his head between his knees, he was silent for a moment as he listened to the wild singing coming through the door. A small chuckle escaped his lips, trying to keep in his laughter spike failed and was soon laughing hysterically. "I'm dead and she's going to kill me. I'm dead and she's going to kill me." His mind could only grasp just one detail, Buffy was going to kill him.