Title:
No
Reflection
Author:
Harmony
Description:
Two vampire lovers go hunting. It's a
little dark and involves a 'ship. But I can't tell you which.
Rating:
R for death. Torture, Sexual
situations implied.
Spoilers:
None really. This hasn't and probably
won't happen.
Disclaimer:
You wouldn't believe how much I don't
own these characters. Joss Whedon is king of ownership.
Feedback:
Please!!! I love it. It makes me
want to carry on writing.
Authors
Note: This is very different to my usual
fics. I had a brainwave one day, and I thought I just had to write it down.
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There's
no reflection.
I'm
sitting on our bed, looking into the mirror across the room. It's for
decorative purposes only. Neither of us has much use for it.
But
I'm hypnotised by the nothingness. I keep trying to see myself. Maybe if I
really concentrate, I can see myself.
I
stare long and hard…but nothing. Just an empty room. Empty bed.
It
bothered me to begin with. Bothered is really an understatement. I freaked out.
I shouted all sort of obscene things at the man who lay in the bed watching me.
"What
have you done to me?"
He
just got up and hugged me, and told me everything was fine. I calmed down. He
has that effect on me.
Now
he watches me. I can't see him, but I can feel his eyes on the back of my head
"What
are you doing?"
I
turn and shrug. He knows what I'm doing
"Are
you trying to see yourself again, love?"
I
sigh, and lay back, as he moves beside me, and supports his head on his hand,
so he can look down at me.
"Do
I look okay?"
He
raises an eyebrow, and traces a finger from my forehead to my chin. He just
nods, and kisses my nose.
"Are
we going?"
He
gets up, making me reach out for him. I don't want to go. I want to stay in
bed. It's nice here. Not so nice without him, but he could easily get back in.
"Can't
we get take away?"
He
turns to me, whilst pulling his jeans on over his naked form. He clucks his
tongue, and rests his hands on the two posts at the end of our four-poster bed.
His arms are spread wide out, and he leans forward, making the muscles in his
arm move.
"That's
no fun"
He
pouts. Sticks his bottom lip out. I can't resist, and crawl to him. He shudders
as I nibble at his lip.
"Okay…but
you owe me"
He
smiles, and pulls his t-shirt on. He really is a work of art. Like perfection
bottled. Or in human shape.
"What
are you wearing?"
I
know exactly what he's thinking. He likes one particular outfit. A red corset,
and black leather hipster jeans, with a red pair of ankle boots. I get out of
bed, and get dressed in that outfit. I'd do anything to make him happy. My hair
is in loose curls.
I
tie the ribbons on the front of the slightly uncomfortable corset, but find I
can't keep it tight enough. He comes along and does it for me. Pulling just a
little, he ties the red ribbon up, and kisses my forehead, before turning away
and getting my jacket for me. It's a knee length black leather jacket. He
bought it for me for my birthday. Stole it would probably be a better way to
describe it. I paid him back though. I "bought" him a watch.
"Ready?"
He
pulls his long jacket on, and takes my hand. We walk down the stairs of our
house. It was redecorated to celebrate my new life. Dark colours all over the
place. Candles have taken place of light bulbs, and the like. The place is
dark, and mysterious. Like us.
I
pass another mirror on the way out. It's for decorative purposes only.
---
We're
well known in the Bronze.
Nobody
knows what we are. We're just well known. He has his arm around my waist under
my jacket. We stop at the bar, and I lean back on it. He lifts his hand to the
barman.
"What
can I get you, Spike?"
Spike
looks at the barman and then me.
"Usual
for me. What do you want, pet?"
I
wave my hand. He knows that means the usual. White wine. The barman knows what
that hand signal is and goes about preparing our drinks.
We
rule the Bronze.
Spike
scans the platform that hangs above the club. I scan the floor. We've both
spotted the couple on the stairs.
Spike
picks up his drink, and downs it in one. I take a sip of mine, and put my glass
on the bar.
We get
up together, and he takes my hand in his. I lift his hand to my mouth, and
nibble on his middle finger. Still walking, he moves behind me, and puts his
arms around my waist.
We
come to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, and share one final glance.
The
couple stops kissing, and looks at us. They look annoyed to be interrupted.
Obviously
new in town.
"Don't
let us interfere"
Spike
laughs. I smile sweetly, and they attempt to move off the stairs. We block
their path.
The
woman glares at me, and I look back at her, with an innocent smile on my face.
She
tries to barge past me, but I grab her wrist. She gasps in pain. I let her go,
and stand aside.
The
woman then makes the biggest, probably last mistake of her life. She looks me
up and down, pausing on the elaborate ruby and onyx necklace that hangs around
my neck.
"Halloween's
five months away"
Spike
watches the man, who leads his girlfriend away, out to the alleyway behind the
Bronze. Right where we want them.
As
they disappear out of sight, I look down at my outfit. Spike shakes his head
before I can ask a question
"You
look great. Just go do your thing"
I
plant a quick peck on his cheek, and follow them out into the alleyway. Spike
leaves via the front.
They're
at it again.
"Hey…you
don't like my outfit?"
I
put my hands on my hips, and the man looks up. The woman sighs, and turns with
attitude.
"What
happened to your boyfriend?"
I
laugh, and take a step towards her. I bring my hand up, and slap her hard. She
doesn't know what hit her. I mean, I think she gets that it was a hand that hit
her, but she doesn't know exactly who she's dealing with.
"He's
around…about…somewhere"
She
looks up again, and her confidence is shattered. She trembles just a little as
she pulls her hand away from her face. There's blood on her fingers. I do have
long nails.
Her
boyfriend steps towards her and shoots me a dirty look. I shoot one back, and
turn to walk away. I hear them walking, and in seconds, I'm in front of them as
they make a retreat.
"You're
going? Just as the fun was starting?"
I
see a shadow move behind them, and smile. My tongue runs along my newly
revealed fangs, and I grab the girl. The boy takes one look at her, and then
me, and runs in the opposite direction.
"How's
that for loyalty?"
The
girl squirms under my strong grip on her neck. I hear a clapping sound as Spike
steps in front of the escaping boy, and locks a similar grip on his neck.
He's
in game face now too. I never realised how amazing he looked with his white
fangs glinting, and the bumps creating shadows on his face.
"You
want the girl, baby?"
Spike
looks down at his terrified catch, and throws him to me. The boy stumbles, but
before he has time to escape again, I've moved forward, girl in one hand, and
now both my hands are full. I have the boy by his hair. I send the girl towards
Spike. We're like kittens playing with balls of twine.
Spike
runs his fingers through the girl's hair, almost tenderly, and I bite my lip,
in excitement. He always makes it painfully slow, and he's got his eyes locked
on mine. The boy wriggles in my hand, but I just hold on tighter.
"Stay
quiet, or I'll take you home and make you scream"
He
stills at this. I think he realises dying quickly is better than torture.
Though I haven't tortured anyone in a while. Could be fun. Spike pauses halfway
down the girl's hair, and twists his hand, so he's holding a bunch of it in his
hand. His force pulls her head backwards. The girl whimpers, and gasps, and I
lick my lips as Spike soothes her
"Shhhh…it's
okay… it won't hurt much"
With
a snarl, he leans down and makes sure it hurts a lot as he drains her. She's
trying to scream, but can't. Her boyfriend watches on in horror. Not because of
what is happening to his girlfriend, but because he knows he's next.
When
Spike is finished, he drops her, unceremoniously to the floor, and licks his
lips, and then starts work on his fingers. Just like a cat cleans itself. I
want to get rid of the boy now, and jump Spike right there.
"Okay,
it's your turn"
The
boy's eyes widen. Spike likes to watch me kill. I like watching him kill.
Spike
leans against the wall, and lights a cigarette. He leaves it hanging in his
mouth, as he puffs on it, and watches as if it were a cinema.
I
make eye contact with him, and turn the boy around. He closes his eyes, unable
to face what will happen to him.
I
graze one fang down his neck in a long line, and lick the seeping red from it.
I'm still looking at Spike, and I can tell he is totally getting off on this.
I
move away from the boy's neck, and cock my head at him
"I
might take you home anyway… I haven't used manacles in far too long"
The
boy assumes I'm talking to him, and attempts to escape again. Really, I am
talking to him, but I'm looking at Spike, and I can't help but grin at the way
his scarred eyebrow raises suggestively. Well, manacles would work with him
too.
"You
don't seem to have a strong personality. Tortures no fun if there is no spirit
to break…oh well"
I
bite quick and fast, and he gasps once. I drink as if I've not eaten in weeks.
Spike pushes himself up from the wall, and stubs his cigarette out. I haven't
taken my eyes off him. The boy falls down, deadweight. I'm not done drinking
yet, so I follow him down, holding him up, drinking, whilst kneeling on the floor.
Now
I'm finished, and I drop him.
Spike
lends me a hand up, and he kisses away the blood that drizzles down my chin. He
licks each of my fingers clean. As he does it, I thank him silently, for
turning me. For making me everything I am today. For loving me enough to want
me to live forever.
"You
think I was joking about the manacles, don't you?"
I
say, as he puts his arm around my waist, and walks with me to the car.
"I
think you better bloody well not be"
He
holds the door open, and shuts it behind me. He bounds around to his seat, and
gets in.
"Before
we go…I got you something"
From
his pocket, he produces a chunky silver thumb ring, with a diamond in it. I
recognise it. It's the one the girl was wearing.
"Awww…it's
beautiful"
Spike
nods in his embarrassed way.
"Only
the best for you, love"
That's
when I pull something from my pocket. His eyes light up, as I hand him a gold
chain. It's the one the boy had on.
"I
love you, Spike"
He
leans across the car, and kisses me long and hard.
"I
love you too, Buffy"
The
End
