Scotland, 1910
A pure shriek of pain cried out through the old mansion. Spike thought to himself. He glanced at the dead body in the corner.
Spike walked out of the mansion and observed the passer-bys while he strolled down the street. He thought twice about a girl running to her mother, around 8 years old. Maybe the drunk bum entering the dark alley, or the fair lady flirting with the rich young man. This caught Spike's eye. There were around 5 young women, he hypothesized that they were all around 15 to 20 years old, flaunting themselves at the same man. He seemed to be handsome with striking green eyes and short flaming red hair sweeped in a nice style. He was fashionably dressed, obviously rich, and had a contagious smile. Spike kept to the shadows and listened.
"My fair, beautiful ladies, how you flatter me so. I do not deserve your attention."
One of the girls held tightly to his arm, "Oh sir Lucifer, your eyes are a treasure by themselves. How all the women here would love to taste your full sweet tasting lips."
A shrill of laughter scattered among them and another young woman grabbed hold of the man's other arm and patted the other girl on the shoulder playfully. "Jane, you can't have him all night you know."
More laughter. The young man blushed and said, "M'ladies, how I love these chats, but it is late and tomorrow is another day. We can continue some other time. I trust you all have carriages and respectful gentlemen to escort you home?" They nodded and batted their eyelashes, gazing at him adoringly.
"Farewell, and goodnight to you all." He bowed and walked away. The girls curtsied and climbed into their awaiting carriages giggling.
The man crossed the street and nodded to the people he knew. Spike eyed him carefully. A bit too happy for his liking, but the women loved him so it wouldn't be such a waste after all.
Spike emerged from the shadows and followed him. A few beats and the man stopped and turned around to see Spike.He was a bit shocked to realize his instincts were right. Spike looked up at him with a smirk,
"May I help you?" The young man asked hesitantly.
"Oh yes. Could you? I seem to be quite lost."
He smiled relieved, "New to the area are you? Although you are English, are you not?"
"Quite. London to be precise."
"London! How I love it there. The air is crisp and the people! Oh the people! Different from anywhere else I've ever been to. My family is there now on holiday. I, on the other hand, am here finishing my studies." Spike smiled coldly.
"Really? Shall we go to the nearest pub and talk about it?"
"Uh...although that is a very nice offer, I just met you, I don't even know your name sir-"
Spike cut him off, "William."
Spike nearly exploded with laughter at how the young man squirmed in his expensive fashionable black shoes. "I don't believe I caught your name young sir." The man made a nervous gesture with his right hand, not even noticing.
"Lucifer Mc-" Spike cut him off again, showing him his palm. "So, Lucifer, I'm looking for a good pub. Will you join me?" Lucifer thought for a moment. Spike could read in his eyes that he wasn't sure if it were the right thing to do. Unfortunately for Lucifer, he chose the polite thing.
"Of course kind sir. There is an excellent pub down this way." Spike smiled, showing off his bright white teeth and intertwined his arm with Lucifer's and dragged him to the pub as if they've known each other for years.
Lucifer was a bit frightened at how friendly this eerie new gentleman was. None the less, his father and mother had brought him up to be rich, well-liked, proper gentleman, he couldn't just dismiss this kind handsome man and move on.
They entered the pub and sat in the back. The few customers there were, didn't notice them at all.
Spike ordered a few drinks for themselves and lit a cigarette. "Well, this is a cozy little cottage now isn't it." He chuckled. Lucifer stared at him unintentionally. Spike became annoyed by this and briskly motioned to the drinks set before them. Lucifer jumped slightly and took a drink. "So, my dear boy, you mentioned you've been to other places around the world?" Lucifer swallowed his drink with a sour expression and grabbed for another.
"Oh yes. Ireland, England, some places in Asia, Germany, Italy...the list goes on." Spike downed a drink and never touched another for the rest of the night, although he kept ordering more rounds. Oddly enough, Lucifer kept drinking each glass, without realizing. "You're family's rich then."
"Oh yes, very. My father's a judge and my brother's a doctor." Spike put out his cigarette quite amused with this 'Lucifer'.
"Is there anywhere that you'd like to go to that you haven't before?"
"Egypt."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Believe me, you're not missing much. Anywhere else you'd like to go?"
Lucifer thought carefully, his reflexes obviously slowing down. "America." Spike's eyebrows shot up.
"America! You'd love it there my friend. Oh indeed." Lucifer teetered a bit in his chair. Spike leaned forward, a devious smile played across his face, he hushed his words so only Lucifer could here them, as if it were some big secret he wanted to share. "What if I said I could bring you there? Show you everything. Travel the world until you were sick of it and live an even richer life than you have now. What if I could give you all that right now, this very night, and have it till the end of time?" Lucifer hiccuped, his eyes crossed, trying to focus clearly.
"I'd say you were pulling my leg or that I was completely drunk."Spike rose from his seat and scattered a few pounds on the table.
"Well I won't lie to you old friend, you are drunk." He put Lucifer's arm around his neck and lifted him up. Spike dragged him out of the pub and asked him where he lived. Lucifer could scarcely remember but managed to mumble, "Just beyond that... mansion, I think, the one with the...flag in the window."
"You don't get drunk often do you mate?"
"I can't say I do." Lucifer slurred, tripping over his own feet. Spike laughed.
When they reached Lucifer's home, Spike managed to open the locked door by just adding a big more force. He shoved Lucifer inside and he collapsed to the floor. Spike leaned against the doorway. "Invite me in will you?" Lucifer glanced at him trying to rise and maintain his balance. "I'm being polite, now invite me in."
Lucifer shook his head in confusion. "Come in."
"Thanks." Spike picked him up and dragged him around the house. He found Lucifer's room and dropped him on his bed. "You live all by yourself Lucy?" He said with a chuckle. "Shame, I'm a bit hungry." He left the room for a few minutes searching for a candle to light the room. He eventually found one and lit it, setting it on the floor and brought up a chair beside Lucifer's bed. Spike pulled out a small bottle of brandy from his coat and took a few sips.
"Lucifer? Lucifer come now. Get yourself together boy." Lucifer turned to his side and moaned. Spike put his brandy back in his coat and leaned over Lucifer, sinking his fangs deep in his throat and drank lusciously enjoying the thick red fluid bathing his tongue and oozing down his throat. He stopped abruptly when Lucifer's heart started to slow. He slit his wrist with his fangs and shoved it to Lucifer's mouth. Lucifer pushed Spike's hand away.
"No. I don't want to drink anymore." Spike shoved it back to his lips again.
"Come on, it'll make you feel better, I promise." Lucifer licked his wrist hesitantly. His eyes grew wide and he set his lips firmly on it, and began to suck hard, his hand locking on Spike's arm in a death grip.
"That's it," Spike whispered, wincing once or twice. "Right, slowly. That's enough now." He began to struggle with Lucifer, the boy would not let go. With great force Spike pushed Lucifer down and ripped his wrist from his mouth. "That's enough!!" Lucifer lay on his back, gasping for breath, his mouth a deep red, completely drenched.
Spike laughed, "My boy's got a hunger. Very good. I'll tell you what, tomorrow night, we'll have lots of fun. A big treat just for you, what do you say?" Lucifer glanced up at him, showing no signs of comprehension. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he blacked out. Spike smirked, "It's going to be one hell of a night."
A pure shriek of pain cried out through the old mansion. Spike thought to himself. He glanced at the dead body in the corner.
Spike walked out of the mansion and observed the passer-bys while he strolled down the street. He thought twice about a girl running to her mother, around 8 years old. Maybe the drunk bum entering the dark alley, or the fair lady flirting with the rich young man. This caught Spike's eye. There were around 5 young women, he hypothesized that they were all around 15 to 20 years old, flaunting themselves at the same man. He seemed to be handsome with striking green eyes and short flaming red hair sweeped in a nice style. He was fashionably dressed, obviously rich, and had a contagious smile. Spike kept to the shadows and listened.
"My fair, beautiful ladies, how you flatter me so. I do not deserve your attention."
One of the girls held tightly to his arm, "Oh sir Lucifer, your eyes are a treasure by themselves. How all the women here would love to taste your full sweet tasting lips."
A shrill of laughter scattered among them and another young woman grabbed hold of the man's other arm and patted the other girl on the shoulder playfully. "Jane, you can't have him all night you know."
More laughter. The young man blushed and said, "M'ladies, how I love these chats, but it is late and tomorrow is another day. We can continue some other time. I trust you all have carriages and respectful gentlemen to escort you home?" They nodded and batted their eyelashes, gazing at him adoringly.
"Farewell, and goodnight to you all." He bowed and walked away. The girls curtsied and climbed into their awaiting carriages giggling.
The man crossed the street and nodded to the people he knew. Spike eyed him carefully. A bit too happy for his liking, but the women loved him so it wouldn't be such a waste after all.
Spike emerged from the shadows and followed him. A few beats and the man stopped and turned around to see Spike.He was a bit shocked to realize his instincts were right. Spike looked up at him with a smirk,
"May I help you?" The young man asked hesitantly.
"Oh yes. Could you? I seem to be quite lost."
He smiled relieved, "New to the area are you? Although you are English, are you not?"
"Quite. London to be precise."
"London! How I love it there. The air is crisp and the people! Oh the people! Different from anywhere else I've ever been to. My family is there now on holiday. I, on the other hand, am here finishing my studies." Spike smiled coldly.
"Really? Shall we go to the nearest pub and talk about it?"
"Uh...although that is a very nice offer, I just met you, I don't even know your name sir-"
Spike cut him off, "William."
Spike nearly exploded with laughter at how the young man squirmed in his expensive fashionable black shoes. "I don't believe I caught your name young sir." The man made a nervous gesture with his right hand, not even noticing.
"Lucifer Mc-" Spike cut him off again, showing him his palm. "So, Lucifer, I'm looking for a good pub. Will you join me?" Lucifer thought for a moment. Spike could read in his eyes that he wasn't sure if it were the right thing to do. Unfortunately for Lucifer, he chose the polite thing.
"Of course kind sir. There is an excellent pub down this way." Spike smiled, showing off his bright white teeth and intertwined his arm with Lucifer's and dragged him to the pub as if they've known each other for years.
Lucifer was a bit frightened at how friendly this eerie new gentleman was. None the less, his father and mother had brought him up to be rich, well-liked, proper gentleman, he couldn't just dismiss this kind handsome man and move on.
They entered the pub and sat in the back. The few customers there were, didn't notice them at all.
Spike ordered a few drinks for themselves and lit a cigarette. "Well, this is a cozy little cottage now isn't it." He chuckled. Lucifer stared at him unintentionally. Spike became annoyed by this and briskly motioned to the drinks set before them. Lucifer jumped slightly and took a drink. "So, my dear boy, you mentioned you've been to other places around the world?" Lucifer swallowed his drink with a sour expression and grabbed for another.
"Oh yes. Ireland, England, some places in Asia, Germany, Italy...the list goes on." Spike downed a drink and never touched another for the rest of the night, although he kept ordering more rounds. Oddly enough, Lucifer kept drinking each glass, without realizing. "You're family's rich then."
"Oh yes, very. My father's a judge and my brother's a doctor." Spike put out his cigarette quite amused with this 'Lucifer'.
"Is there anywhere that you'd like to go to that you haven't before?"
"Egypt."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Believe me, you're not missing much. Anywhere else you'd like to go?"
Lucifer thought carefully, his reflexes obviously slowing down. "America." Spike's eyebrows shot up.
"America! You'd love it there my friend. Oh indeed." Lucifer teetered a bit in his chair. Spike leaned forward, a devious smile played across his face, he hushed his words so only Lucifer could here them, as if it were some big secret he wanted to share. "What if I said I could bring you there? Show you everything. Travel the world until you were sick of it and live an even richer life than you have now. What if I could give you all that right now, this very night, and have it till the end of time?" Lucifer hiccuped, his eyes crossed, trying to focus clearly.
"I'd say you were pulling my leg or that I was completely drunk."Spike rose from his seat and scattered a few pounds on the table.
"Well I won't lie to you old friend, you are drunk." He put Lucifer's arm around his neck and lifted him up. Spike dragged him out of the pub and asked him where he lived. Lucifer could scarcely remember but managed to mumble, "Just beyond that... mansion, I think, the one with the...flag in the window."
"You don't get drunk often do you mate?"
"I can't say I do." Lucifer slurred, tripping over his own feet. Spike laughed.
When they reached Lucifer's home, Spike managed to open the locked door by just adding a big more force. He shoved Lucifer inside and he collapsed to the floor. Spike leaned against the doorway. "Invite me in will you?" Lucifer glanced at him trying to rise and maintain his balance. "I'm being polite, now invite me in."
Lucifer shook his head in confusion. "Come in."
"Thanks." Spike picked him up and dragged him around the house. He found Lucifer's room and dropped him on his bed. "You live all by yourself Lucy?" He said with a chuckle. "Shame, I'm a bit hungry." He left the room for a few minutes searching for a candle to light the room. He eventually found one and lit it, setting it on the floor and brought up a chair beside Lucifer's bed. Spike pulled out a small bottle of brandy from his coat and took a few sips.
"Lucifer? Lucifer come now. Get yourself together boy." Lucifer turned to his side and moaned. Spike put his brandy back in his coat and leaned over Lucifer, sinking his fangs deep in his throat and drank lusciously enjoying the thick red fluid bathing his tongue and oozing down his throat. He stopped abruptly when Lucifer's heart started to slow. He slit his wrist with his fangs and shoved it to Lucifer's mouth. Lucifer pushed Spike's hand away.
"No. I don't want to drink anymore." Spike shoved it back to his lips again.
"Come on, it'll make you feel better, I promise." Lucifer licked his wrist hesitantly. His eyes grew wide and he set his lips firmly on it, and began to suck hard, his hand locking on Spike's arm in a death grip.
"That's it," Spike whispered, wincing once or twice. "Right, slowly. That's enough now." He began to struggle with Lucifer, the boy would not let go. With great force Spike pushed Lucifer down and ripped his wrist from his mouth. "That's enough!!" Lucifer lay on his back, gasping for breath, his mouth a deep red, completely drenched.
Spike laughed, "My boy's got a hunger. Very good. I'll tell you what, tomorrow night, we'll have lots of fun. A big treat just for you, what do you say?" Lucifer glanced up at him, showing no signs of comprehension. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he blacked out. Spike smirked, "It's going to be one hell of a night."