Part 3
Back at the Mansion, the house was ablaze in activity. Most of the town had come to see if the vampire would return with the young girl. They were ecstatic when vampire and witch climbed out of the truck.
Anna ran to her daughter, looked her over, and gave her infinite amount of kisses and hugs. Michael and Jesus beamed at the mother and daughter. Then Anna turned from her daughter and assaulted Spike with her motherly love. Spike cringed at her touch and kisses, but finally resigned himself to the fact that she was happy and grateful to him. Anne pulled back from him beaming, said something to Jesus in Spanish, and took Nina's hand, whisking her away down the hallway. Nina looked over her shoulder, back at Spike. Spike felt a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. He could tell she wanted to say something , but didn't.
"Seòor Spike, we have brought you gifts. We hope that they are to your liking." Jesus interrupted his reflections on Nina.
"Gifts?" Spike followed Jesus up the grand staircase to his room.
Jesus opened the bedroom door for Spike; three beautiful women were waiting inside. They each had long dark brown hair and olive coloured skin. He chuckled as he thought *Happy meals with legs .*
"Only one condition: you must not drain," Jesus cautioned.
The girls looked to be about twenty, all in good physical condition. They smiled seductively at the vampire, but Spike could smell their fear as he gazed at them. Spike's face began to itch.
"Well, Seòor Spike?" Jesus hurried.
"Well what?" a voice from behind asked. Jesus nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of the woman's voice, then sighed in relief when he saw that it wasn't Karah. Spike turned, already knowing who he would find standing behind him.
She stood before them in an orange leather halter-top and a pair black leather pants that hung dangerously low on her hips. Her hands were placed strategically on her waist. Her cream coloured skin glowed under the chandelier's lights. Her strawberry blond hair fell to her collarbone, draping like silk around her face. Her emerald eyes flickered. "Well, WHAT?"
Her glossed lips and pouting mouth looked completely edible to Spike. He wondered again why he had never left Dru for Ava. *Stupid loyalty. I've always placed loyalty first. Drusilla was my sire. How could I leave her? She needed me. But Ava was and is independent and divided. I never know who's side she's going to be on.*
"I . . . I . . ." Jesus stammered. Ava glared at him, then smiled at Spike. Her smile was dangerous. It could make a man weak at the knees and sell his soul.
Ava walked toward the three girls and whispered to them in Spanish. The girls ran out of the room and fled out the door and down the stairs without a second look. Ava turned to Spike and wrapped her arms around his waist. She pressed her body towards him. Spike snuggled himself against her. She turned her head to look at Jesus.
"If you ever do that again, I'll kill you myself. If I see any one of them around here again, they will regret it." She made the whole statement with a slight smile on her face. Jesus shivered.
"Good bye Jesus," she said, turning her back to him. Jesus quickly retreated down the stairs and disappeared.
"So, are you happy to see me?"
"I'm always happy to see you, luv."
"Would you really have done anything with those girls?"
"Of course I would have."
"I love your honesty."
"I know."
Spike woke up next to Ava and ran to the bathroom. His face felt like it was on fire. Spike washed and washed, but his face still itched. His scream of frustration woke Ava.
"What's wrong?" Ava asked sleepily as she walked into the bathroom, a sheet wrapped loosely around her body.
"It's my face. It won't stop itching."
"What kind of demon took Nina?"
"A Mens Lector demon or something."
"Oh my god! They didn't tell me. Did you get any of the demon 's blood on you?"
"Well, yeah. I blew out one's brains and chopped the other's head off. Why?" Spike asked the last part cautiously.
"Well they can give their opponents an aspect from what I understand , your slayer fought one and got an aspect of the demon. It almost drove her insane."
"What's the aspect?" Spike's voice took on a higher pitch. "And she's not my slayer."
"Mind reading." Ava replied, looking into the mirror where she was holding onto a figure that was not reflected.
"Mind reading? Doesn't that drive people insane?"
"No. Well , kind of. I don't know how it's going to affect you. Buffy was human. Her mind could not develop restraints ; therefore she heard everything and everyone's thoughts. She couldn't shut it off. But your are a vampire, so I don't know what could happen to you." Ava replied honestly. She picked up a washrag and led Spike back to bed. The pitcher of water by the bed served as a temporary basin while she wiped his face to relieve the itching.
"Let's take another shower . I am sure I can stop that itching for you," she goaded with a playful pout as she let the sheet fall gently to the floor and guided the vampire to the shower.
As dusk set, Spike finally went downstairs with Ava. The itching had stopped at last, and hunger had driven him from the confines of the bedroom. The bottled blood he found in the kitchen tasted fresh and very human. As he drank, he idly thought of Ava. He wondered what her blood would taste like.
He smiled as he remembered when they had stumbled upon her house in Florida in 1888, intent on having a good old slaughter. Angelus went after her as soon as they were invited in. Ava bitch-slapped him up and down the hallway of her plantation in Florida. After that, she invited the vampires to stay. The nine of them had been on their way to see The Master, but were sidetracked when Penn decided to take up his family serial killing again. So instead, the vampires headed south. The vampires spent some time in Florida, laying low at Ava's house, and when they decided to return to England, she travelled with them.
Anna greeted them in the foyer, "Seòor and Seòorita."
"Anna , we are going out tonight. Where's Jesus?"
"He is in the workroom. I will tell him to bring around the car." Anna scurried off.
"Where are we going?"
"Una discoteca."
"Why?"
"To check out your new powers."
"Why? They don't work. At least not on you anyway."
Ava smiled . "Of course not silly. You most likely will not be able to read certain demon's minds, but humans are a different story. You might even be able to read vampire's, if you're lucky."
"Lucky?"
Anna reappeared with Nina. Nina looked at him strangely.
//The power will come to you soon enough .//
Spike looked at her. Her mouth hadn't moved, but he heard her voice. Spike stared intently into her black eyes.
//You hear, me don't you?//
"Yes," Spike answered softly. Ava turned to see Nina and Spike locked in an intimate gaze.
She smiled . //It has been done .//
"What?" Spike asked; his curiosity piqued by her statement.
"Let's go , Spike. You and Nina can have this conversation later." Ava grabbed his arm and flashed Nina and Anna a quick smile before they dashed out the door.
The club was filled with locals and a few straggling tourists. The club rocked everything from Ricky Martin to Cuban salsa. A song came on that Spike had never heard before . Ava dragged Spike onto the dance floor and began grinding against him to the beat, reminding him of their activities of a couple of hours ago.
I don't wanna meet on a lonely street
Where the talk is cheap & the price is sweet
I'm not that girl; I'm not that girl
And you don't wanna see the other side of me
So I'm a hit you off & I'm a set you feel
Before you fall too deep, don't fall too deep
Spike ran his hands over Ava's breasts and hips. A tingling at the base of his skull caused him to look up across the dance floor. Ava continued to move rhythmically to the song, not even noticing Spike's distraction. The leggy blond across the room stared hungrily at Spike.
He don't know,
I'm gonna be the one, who's gonna let him go
Even if he wants to stay, I'll let him go
Cause all he wants from me is
A private show, oh oh oh
//I would love to take him home and make him scream my name over and over. I would so take his//
Spike looked back down at Ava who had put her hands underneath his shirt and begun to play with his nipples. He gasped out a laugh as he looked at her. She looked at him with her "who me?" eyes and ground her hips against his. He felt the eyes again. Spike looked back up to the blond across the room.
//That slut. Oh wait. Two seconds ago I was going to never mind. He's too much of a hottie for her anyway .//
He's all talk, thinks he knows
How this game's supposed to go
For everyone
Still it seems he can't see, thinks he's just usin' me
I don't wanna meet on a lonely street
Where the talk is cheap & the price is sweet
I'm not that girl; I'm not that girl
And you don't wanna see the other side of me
So I'm a hit you off & I'm a set you feel
Before you fall too deep, don't fall too deep
/Well, we can see who's gonna get lucky tonight./ A young man dancing near them smiled at Spike and gave him a thumbs up.
//Those two are practically having sex on the dance floor .// A young woman thought as she looked at Spike. //Well, if his was mine, I would too .//
He don't know
Maybe if he wasn't such a gigolo
I would let him stay
Instead I let him go (gotta let you go)
Cause all he wants from me is
A private show, oh oh oh
/I bet he is a gigolo like the song says. But I would gave him a private show any day ./ Spike was shocked as he looked at the young man standing to his left.
(He don't know) he don't know
I'm gonna be the one, who's gonna let him go
Even if he wants to stay, I'll let him go (I'll let him go)
Cause all he wants from me is
A private show (private show), oh oh oh
He don't know (he don't know)
Maybe if he wasn't such a gigolo (I'll let him go)
I would let him stay
Instead I let him go (nasty ho)
Cause all he wants from me is
A private show, oh oh oh
Spike was so busy listening to their thoughts, he didn't even sense the vampire that walked into the club.
"William the Bloody," he stated, looking out on the dance floor.
"Who?" A minion asked.
"William the Bloody. A hotheaded vampire. No patience, lots of finesse. But no follow through. Has good potential. But
"But what , Master?"
He turned and looked at his minion, "You ask too many freakin' questions."
"Sorry, Master," the minion cowered.
"He would be a good addition to my team, to kill the slayers. He's killed two already and he's only lived for a 120 years, well on his way to beating my record. I've only killed four."
"How old are you, Master?"
"458."
"Wow. Who's the girl with him , Master?"
"Beautiful isn't she?"
"Yes, Master. What is she? She doesn't seem human." The minion looked at her up and down and licked his lips. The next thing he knew, there was a stabbing pain in his chest. He looked down to see a stake, and then looked up to see his sire grinning at him before he blew into dust.
"Too many questions."
"Fernando, are you ready to go back to the lair?" a soft voice asked him from behind. Her hands snaked around his broad shoulders. She was standing on her tiptoes, looking over his shoulder to follow his gaze to a young couple on the dance floor. "Is that him?"
"Yup!"
"What happened to Carlos?" she smiled at the pile of dust that she kicked with her feet.
Fernando smiled , knowing no answer was needed. "How do you feel tonight?"
"Great." She beamed at her sire.
"Good . I am feeling a bit frisky tonight."
He loved the small look of terror that flashed across her face. She had learned well. Her terror was three-fold that of the first time they had met. Her tears as her body writhed with pain had gotten him completely hard. The sheer agony in her cries goaded him to more sadistic cruelty. Even now, just the memory of her blood and torment made him jump with excitement. Torture – as well as feeding - was his life's necessity. Besides, he still had some ideas and methods he hadn't worked out the kinks yet. He could feel his body rise with anticipation. Even now as a vampire, she couldn't contain her tears when he would torture her.
"Fern, I."
"You what?"
"Nothing Sire," she lowered her head in submission . "I was just"
"Your fear smells delicious, pumpkin." His arms snaked around her waist . "Give me a little taste."
She pulled herself closer to him and bared her neck for his pleasure. He morphed into his demonic visage and sunk his teeth into her delicate skin. Her small feminine gasp made him only sink his fangs in further. He finally retracted his teeth after two large gulps of her blood satisfied his immediate craving. He let go of her, and she staggered backward trying to get her balance. She stood dazed for a second.
"Go." Fernando barked at her. He turned back to the dance floor to look once more at Ava and Spike, then turned to follow the vampiress.
TBC.