Spike's Children
Summary:
Dru was in Spike's crypt, lying in his chair, finger in her mouth watching him. Every move he made, she watched.
"Did you bring back a present for princess? Did the king bring something back for the queen of the twilight? I think he did."
"You are hiding something Spikey, I know you are. What have you got for the poor little match girl?" he grinned and licked his lips, swaggered over to were she was half-lying half-sitting, grabbed her finger and drew blood and licked it up, savoring the taste of his Childe's blood. Grinned again.
"Oh yes,pet. A wonderful suprise" he laughed, walked outside and pulled in the Slayer. She was bound with chains and had a gag in her mouth. She tried to anxiously jerk away, but Spike was too quick. He grabbed her and slapped her.
"Try that again Slayer and I swear on the god of Chaos that I will make you beg for death." He was inches away from her lips and he laughed
Buffy's eyes were full of fear and loathing when she looked at Spike, the bleached punk vampire who had finally defeated her and his Childe Drusilla, a psychopath vampire killer. Dru started to clap her hands and dance around her.
"Oh look! My Spike did well. Captured himself a slayer he did. Number three, Number three, number three is the luckiest they say." More clapping and dancing
"The stars say this shall be fun tonight" She laughed a psycho laugh and facing him, she put her arms around Spike's neck. "My Spike deserves a treat for what he did." She faced the Slayer "Don't you think so? Doesn't My Sire deserve a good yummy treat, just like the puppy he is?" She ran her hands down Spike's chest and into his black jeans. He gave a deep growl in response and kissed her. Pulled back and circled the Slayer like a prey circles its kill.
"We can't just leave her here can we? She'll stink up the place." Buffy gave him a very hateful expression. He didn't seem to care. He never stopped circling and Dru never stopped watching him with rapped attention.
"I drained one, I killed another with my bare hands, and torture is no fun with humans because they die too quickly." He stopped and grabbed her face and violently tilted it to one side so her bare neck was exposed. Dru slunk around behind him and put her arms around him. He growled and leaned in. "Lets turn her" Dru laughed and looked up at the sky.
"The stars were right, Spikey my boy, we will have fun tonight"
He vamped out and bit into the Slayer's smooth skin. The blood flowed out and he licked it up off of the her shoulder. He drank and he drank. At first Buffy tried to cry out but it was impossible so she tried to fight him off but by that time he had taken too much and she was weak. He stopped and looked at her panting for a breath, trying to get that last gulp of air before she was turned. He gave her yet another evil grin and looked at Dru. She understood. She grabbed his wrist and bit down hard. He shivered with the pleasurable pain and allowed her to lap up a bit of his blood before pulling it away from her(receiving a growl) and pulling off her gag, shoving it in Buffy's open mouth. She drank greedily.
"That's it Slayer, Drink up. You know you want it. You've wanted it since the day you learned about your true nature. Good girl. Good pet" The last thing she remembered was hearing Spike whisper 'Good pet' and seeing him standing triumphantly above her with his arm in her mouth and a giddy Dru with Sire blood dribbling out of the corner of her lips. Everything went black.
Summary:
Dru was in Spike's crypt, lying in his chair, finger in her mouth watching him. Every move he made, she watched.
"Did you bring back a present for princess? Did the king bring something back for the queen of the twilight? I think he did."
"You are hiding something Spikey, I know you are. What have you got for the poor little match girl?" he grinned and licked his lips, swaggered over to were she was half-lying half-sitting, grabbed her finger and drew blood and licked it up, savoring the taste of his Childe's blood. Grinned again.
"Oh yes,pet. A wonderful suprise" he laughed, walked outside and pulled in the Slayer. She was bound with chains and had a gag in her mouth. She tried to anxiously jerk away, but Spike was too quick. He grabbed her and slapped her.
"Try that again Slayer and I swear on the god of Chaos that I will make you beg for death." He was inches away from her lips and he laughed
Buffy's eyes were full of fear and loathing when she looked at Spike, the bleached punk vampire who had finally defeated her and his Childe Drusilla, a psychopath vampire killer. Dru started to clap her hands and dance around her.
"Oh look! My Spike did well. Captured himself a slayer he did. Number three, Number three, number three is the luckiest they say." More clapping and dancing
"The stars say this shall be fun tonight" She laughed a psycho laugh and facing him, she put her arms around Spike's neck. "My Spike deserves a treat for what he did." She faced the Slayer "Don't you think so? Doesn't My Sire deserve a good yummy treat, just like the puppy he is?" She ran her hands down Spike's chest and into his black jeans. He gave a deep growl in response and kissed her. Pulled back and circled the Slayer like a prey circles its kill.
"We can't just leave her here can we? She'll stink up the place." Buffy gave him a very hateful expression. He didn't seem to care. He never stopped circling and Dru never stopped watching him with rapped attention.
"I drained one, I killed another with my bare hands, and torture is no fun with humans because they die too quickly." He stopped and grabbed her face and violently tilted it to one side so her bare neck was exposed. Dru slunk around behind him and put her arms around him. He growled and leaned in. "Lets turn her" Dru laughed and looked up at the sky.
"The stars were right, Spikey my boy, we will have fun tonight"
He vamped out and bit into the Slayer's smooth skin. The blood flowed out and he licked it up off of the her shoulder. He drank and he drank. At first Buffy tried to cry out but it was impossible so she tried to fight him off but by that time he had taken too much and she was weak. He stopped and looked at her panting for a breath, trying to get that last gulp of air before she was turned. He gave her yet another evil grin and looked at Dru. She understood. She grabbed his wrist and bit down hard. He shivered with the pleasurable pain and allowed her to lap up a bit of his blood before pulling it away from her(receiving a growl) and pulling off her gag, shoving it in Buffy's open mouth. She drank greedily.
"That's it Slayer, Drink up. You know you want it. You've wanted it since the day you learned about your true nature. Good girl. Good pet" The last thing she remembered was hearing Spike whisper 'Good pet' and seeing him standing triumphantly above her with his arm in her mouth and a giddy Dru with Sire blood dribbling out of the corner of her lips. Everything went black.