Vampire Talk Vampire Walk
By, BloodyMarry
"If it walks like a vampire..."
Prologue
XOXO
Being a vampire was tough work, especially when your only bloody company was a nutty vampire who wasn't happy unless you whipped her silly every night. Don't get him wrong, Spike loved Dru with all his undead heart and now that Angelus was back he was taking care of the bleedin' psychopath, but the experience was bittersweet. Now that 'Daddy' was home Spike was tossed aside like a rag doll. He was alone in a crowd of three!
He had decided that the wheelchair bit wasn't worth it, being picked on by his bloody sire was not worth it one bit! He had gotten his frustration on Angelus by beating the shite out of him, the first time he jumped out of the chair, and afterward Spike himself had gotten the beating of his unlife. He'd been chained up and been tortured far worse than any of the other times he was punished by Angelus, he hadn't been able to get back up for nights. Missed a lot of nummy happy meals too!
And now things were back to normal, Dru petting him whenever she wasn't getting shagged or beaten into the bed. The sadistic bitch. He wasn't called pathetic or defenseless by Angelus anymore because he was now being completely ignored by his sire. His unlife was turning out to be hell! All was as it had really been before, at least before he had killed himself his first Slayer.
He needed his own childe, he knew that now, after four months of this hell, he knew. But he had never had his own childe, he wasn't scared but he didn't know if he could keep his childe by his side. Everyone he had ever had, ever been with had left him at one point or another, why should his childe be any better. Yes, he remembered his need to be loyal to Angelus and stay by his side but his sire had left him and took those feelings with him.
Dru had turned him, looking for her own companion but she wasn't strong enough to keep him as her own childe, so Angelus had taken him, but he had still had strong feelings of sire/childe towards her and she had not even really given a second thought to things like that deciding it best to cling to Angelus whenever he wasn't on Darla. Yea, she had used him when Angelus had become Angel and left them, but she hadn't needed him and would leave him for Angelus if ever given the chance again, even now after the last one hundred years of him taking care of her.
But he realized he wouldn't raise his childe to be like them, he would take care of his childe and stay with him, or her, he wasn't picky. They would want to stay with him, he would want to be with his childe.
But who? He knew it had to be one of the Slayer's group, he knew he had to hurt her someway, and if he wasn't going to be the one to kill her this would be the next best thing, but still... who? The Slayer herself? No, Angelus had made it very clear he wanted her, wether to make her his next Darla or his latest plaything, whatever the difference was.
Maybe one of her companions? Definitely not the Watcher, boring old cod he was, or the Cheerleader? No, no definitely not, he had only seen her a few times but the times he had, he had grown amazingly tired of her large mouth, he couldn't stand to be around her for a minute much less a lifetime. Yes she was ruthless little chit, and he would enjoy seeing what she would be like as a vampire but he sure as hell wasn't going to be her sire. He would end up sewing her mouth shut. And the werewolf, not bloody likely, Dru would like him as a puppy but you couldn't make a dog a vampire.
So that left the Slayer's two 'best mates', it would hurt her the worst to lose one of them and she would have a hard time trying to kill either one of them so it was probably a good idea to take one of them.
The witch had such a deliciously dark side to her, she would make a wonderfully vicious vampire and he could just see her vivid imagination coming to life in her torture sessions, he felt a tingle in his spine at the thought of her playing with him.
And the boy, he was... something. He was a tad annoying, hell the little wanker was enough to make his head spin, make him want to rip into something big and muscly and gigantic, or rip his bloody hair out, not that he would ever damage his hair, further than pouring chemicals on it every other week, but other than that. The boy... there was just something about the lad, he never seemed to let things get to him. He wasn't the witch, the werewolf, the genius, or the muscle but he still came and still helped his friends out. He sometimes thought the boy might have had a screw loose but mostly he thought the boy had more courage than brains.
He wasn't sure which he wanted as his childe but he would keep his eyes on the both of his potentials. They would both make fine childer, and he couldn't wait to see who he decided on.
Spike licked his lips, dinner just walked by and he couldn't contain himself any longer, and he let his frustration out. Blood was exactly what he needed to clear his mind.
XOXO
A/N: I am kind of apprehensive walking through this new and uncharted territory, but I have really wanted to write a BtVS story for a long time. So I hope this doesn't completely suck, and also this whole story will not be in Spike's POV, but third person unlimited, maybe omniscient sometimes. Just FYI. I'll try to update soon!
I hope you decide to review!
-Bloody
