Thanks to the reviewers for feedback.
Sorry I'm such a slow writer.
And my spellchecker doesn't work properly, please excuse any errors.
Part 4 : Trip down memory lane
While Dawn explained to Anya exactly what had happened to Xander,
Spike took the baby to the bathroom and changed his diaper. He
didn't think much about why he did it, he'd taken care of a baby
before and it just felt right. Spike wondered about the magic that
he could feel radiating from Xander right now. It felt familiar
somehow, not just because he recognized the whelp as a wizard but
something else too; he couldn't quite put his finger on it right now
though.
Anya had felt the magic too; Spike knew that because he'd heard her
muttering something about Xander not feeling right. That was wrong
though, Xander felt right now. The boy had always given off some
vibe that hadn't been right for him; it was like there had been
something off about him that now had been fixed. It was strange.
Spike smiled as he heard Anya complaining about Willow's failure
rate with magic. Demon girl had a point, the red headed witch did
manage to botch up a lot when it came to magic; he figured it had
something to do with the fact that it was difficult for normal
humans - so called muggles - to tap into their magic because it was
hidden so deep within them that appeared to be completely non-
magical creatures. Most of them were too.
The baby gurgled and Spike remembered that he needed to be fed.
Taking the baby with him in to the kitchen, the vampire rummaged
through the baby bag until he found a bottle and some formula. He
stared blankly at the box for a while wondering how to go about
making it; house elves had always brought a prepared bottle for him
when he'd taken care of Sev's nephew. Spike turned the box and found
instructions. Grateful he warmed water, measured out the powder,
mixing it and then checking that it wasn't too hot. All through this
procedure he held the now squirming baby in his arms.
The squirming stopped as soon as he placed the nipple at the baby's
mouth. Xander started sucking happily.
"You were hungry you, weren't you? Yes you were.." Spike crooned to
the sucking baby.
When it hit him what he was doing, he was mortified to realise that
he wasn't disgusted with himself. He really thought he should be;
here he was - a vampire, the Big Bad - feeding a baby boy he didn't
particularly like and crooning to him like he was the most precious
little being in the world. It had to have something to do with the
fact the boy was apparently a wizard and gave off a vibe that
reminded Spike so very much of Sev. He pondered on this while Xander
finished his bottle. When the bottle was empty Spike handed the baby
over to a much calmer Anya, told her that Xander needed to burp and
that he was going out. He needed to think. Dawn stayed to help Anya.
Outside Spike lit up a cigarette and started walking towards a
graveyard; maybe he could find some vampires to hunt since he
couldn't hunt humans. The thought of hunting brought forth memories
of how he and Sev had met.
**
London, 1981
Drusilla had gone off on one of her adventures and that left Spike
with nothing to do. He missed his dark princess, but this as the way
things went. Every ten years or so she would go off on her own and
leave him in whatever city they were in at the time. At least they'd
been in London this time and not some tiny, boring town somewhere in
the middle of nowhere. This was good because he needed to stay close
to where Drusilla left him so she could find him again when she felt
like it.
Right now Spike was stalking through the dark alleys of London;
hunting. He'd spotted a strange man who radiated power and decided
this man would make an enjoyable prey. The man was tall, dark and
was striding confidently through the alleys. He appeared to be
wearing a very long coat or maybe a robe. Spike's first thought had
been that the man was a priest of some sort but the one brief look
he'd had at the man's face disabused him of that thought. This was a
dark man; the black eyes had glinted in the moon light, promising
violence to anyone brave enough to approach him.
Well Spike thought himself to be brave (sometimes anyway) and
hunting this man would be a welcome challenge. The man was probably
really tasty too if the power radiating off him was any indication.
Rounding a corner the stranger had just passed, Spike found himself
grabbed by the throat and shoved roughly back up against a brick
wall. He was just about to throw his attacker of when he realised it
was his prey.
"Listen here little vampire, " the dark man hissed, tightening his
grip around Spike's throat. "I am *not* in the mood to be hunted; I
am *never* in the mood to be hunted so you just wander off and far
away from me before *I* do something *you'll* regret."
Spike blinked. This was an unexpected turn of events - unexpected
and arousing. And wasn't that even more unexpected?
"Well?" The stranger snarled this time and pressed himself even
closer. Spike, still stuck on the arousing part, found it difficult
to speak with a strong hand squeezing his throat, let alone form a
decent answer with a hard body pressed against his, so he did the
first thing that entered his mind. He tilted his head up and kissed
the angry man - who obviously hadn't expected that particular action
as he tensed and in surprise released his iron grip on the vampire's
throat.
The man didn't respond to Spike's kiss and made as to move away but
Spike used vampire strength to his advantage and held the man close.
He wasn't going to give up - he *wanted* this man. His was now
licking insistently the other man's lips, begging for entrance but
the man just tensed even more and his lips tightened. Just when
Spike thought he was losing the battle the man shrugged as if to say
'to hell with it' and started kissing back - hard. The stranger's
tongue soon forced Spike's into submission and then bit the
vampire's bottom lip till it bled. Spike moaned as pain shot through
him and blood filled his mouth; this was obviously a man after his
own heart.
"Like that do you little vampire?" was said in a husky voice when
the man broke for air. "Like it rough don't you? You would love for
me to take to violently. Hm? To shove my hard cock up your arse and
make you bleed, make you beg for more?"
Spike shuddered as the words went straight to his cock. "God yes.
Please."
That infuriating man smirked in triumph and dove in for another
kiss.
How they went from kissing in a dark alley to having furious sex in
the abandoned building that served as Spike's home at the moment
stood as confusing blur in Spike's mind. But who was he to complain
when he found himself on all fours being pounded into by the sexiest
man he had met for a long while? It was hard and fast, it was
violent, it was pain, it was *pure* pleasure.
Afterwards when he lay sprawled out on the mattress that served as a
bed, he was battered and bruised, but sated and so content he
actually purred. The warm body next to him stretched and turned to
his side to watch the nearly asleep vampire better.
"So, do you make a habit out of submitting to your prey and having
them shag you senseless?" There was amusement in that dark voice
now.
"First one." Spike mumbled.
"Oh, I do feel honoured." Came the sarcastic reply.
Spike didn't bother responding, sleep was calling him. The man
realised that chatting wasn't high on his bed mate's to do list
right now - this actually suited him just fine, he never was one for
chatting either - so he settled down to sleep.
"I am Severus and I will sleep here tonight just so I can shag you
senseless in the morning too." He said closing his eyes.
"'M William and I'll hold you to that." Came the sleepy reply.
Severus was sure he could hear a smirk somewhere in it.
**
Severus made good on his promise to shag Spike senseless the next
morning. To the vampire's delight Severus decided that he needed a
vacation and he might just as well spend it in that abandoned
building with William. They spent a fortnight shagging, talking and
shagging. Spike only left during the night to have a quick feed;
Severus only left during the day to find something to eat. They
found each other quite intriguing
Spike spoke about his days as 'Scourge of Europe', ranted about
Drusilla and bragged about killing two slayers. He spoke of his
mortal life filled with poetry, shyness and cruel women.
Severus found himself talking about the wizarding world, about
Voldemort and his downfall, about the hard life as a spy and the
anger he felt towards the ministry and their poor attitude against
him. They'd known that he'd been a spy, still they put him in
Azkaban and it was only after pressure from Dumbledore that he'd
been let out.
"That's why I was stalking through the dark alleys of London. I was
trying to walk off the anger."
Spike nodded in understanding.
They shagged some more.
At the end of two weeks, an owl appeared.
"It's a message from Lucius; my best friend and fellow spy. He says
things have calmed down and asks when I will return."
Upon realising that Severus would now return to the wizarding world,
Spike felt as if he'd been offered an especially tasty human only to
have it taken away from him before he could taste it. He watched as
the man he'd spent the last weeks with - and what weeks they'd been
- got dressed. Sullenly he asked. "So you're leaving right now then?
"
"Yes."
Spike collapsed down at the mattress and closed his eyes. He didn't
see Severus turn and look at him with a slight frown on his face.
He'd sort of taken it for granted that the vampire would join him;
perhaps William had no wish to come with?
"The sun is down so it's perfectly safe. Aren't you coming?"
The vampire's blue eyes shot open and they studied the wizard for
several long minutes before a grin appeared.
"Of course." Spike said and jumped up to get dressed.
Which was how Spike found himself in the wizarding world, living
with Severus Snape - Potions master - in the dungeons at Hogwarts
and playing uncle to Lucius Malfoy's little brat, Draco, whenever he
and Severus visited Malfoy Manor.
It was in the Hogwarts dungeons that Drusilla found him a year
later. How exactly she found him was unclear, he'd always figured
Miss Edith had told her. He knew why she'd come though, she was
finished with her adventure and wanted to travel with her Childe.
Her timing was poor; Spike had found he was falling in love with the
intimidating Potions master and had no desire to leave. But he knew
he would, his dark princess, his Sire would always come before
everything else in his life. Severus had been *so* angry, so
disappointed and they'd had a huge fight about it, but in the end
the wizard had let his William leave. He knew about vampires and
understood that the bond between William and his creator was strong;
she would always come first. They parted on amicable terms.
**
Sunnydale present time
Spike found himself wandering the graveyard aimlessly, wondering if
Severus ever thought of him. He knew that he himself had fallen in
love and had thought that the feelings were returned. Perhaps he
should travel to England and look up Severus even if this thing with
Xander being a baby were fixed. There was no Drusilla this time;
she'd left him for good.
Yes, he would do that. There was nothing here in Sunnydale for him
anyway, chipped as he was. With that thought in mind he turned and
went back to the whelp's apartment, Anya would hopefully let him
stay there, after all she had no experience with babies.
end 4
Sorry I'm such a slow writer.
And my spellchecker doesn't work properly, please excuse any errors.
Part 4 : Trip down memory lane
While Dawn explained to Anya exactly what had happened to Xander,
Spike took the baby to the bathroom and changed his diaper. He
didn't think much about why he did it, he'd taken care of a baby
before and it just felt right. Spike wondered about the magic that
he could feel radiating from Xander right now. It felt familiar
somehow, not just because he recognized the whelp as a wizard but
something else too; he couldn't quite put his finger on it right now
though.
Anya had felt the magic too; Spike knew that because he'd heard her
muttering something about Xander not feeling right. That was wrong
though, Xander felt right now. The boy had always given off some
vibe that hadn't been right for him; it was like there had been
something off about him that now had been fixed. It was strange.
Spike smiled as he heard Anya complaining about Willow's failure
rate with magic. Demon girl had a point, the red headed witch did
manage to botch up a lot when it came to magic; he figured it had
something to do with the fact that it was difficult for normal
humans - so called muggles - to tap into their magic because it was
hidden so deep within them that appeared to be completely non-
magical creatures. Most of them were too.
The baby gurgled and Spike remembered that he needed to be fed.
Taking the baby with him in to the kitchen, the vampire rummaged
through the baby bag until he found a bottle and some formula. He
stared blankly at the box for a while wondering how to go about
making it; house elves had always brought a prepared bottle for him
when he'd taken care of Sev's nephew. Spike turned the box and found
instructions. Grateful he warmed water, measured out the powder,
mixing it and then checking that it wasn't too hot. All through this
procedure he held the now squirming baby in his arms.
The squirming stopped as soon as he placed the nipple at the baby's
mouth. Xander started sucking happily.
"You were hungry you, weren't you? Yes you were.." Spike crooned to
the sucking baby.
When it hit him what he was doing, he was mortified to realise that
he wasn't disgusted with himself. He really thought he should be;
here he was - a vampire, the Big Bad - feeding a baby boy he didn't
particularly like and crooning to him like he was the most precious
little being in the world. It had to have something to do with the
fact the boy was apparently a wizard and gave off a vibe that
reminded Spike so very much of Sev. He pondered on this while Xander
finished his bottle. When the bottle was empty Spike handed the baby
over to a much calmer Anya, told her that Xander needed to burp and
that he was going out. He needed to think. Dawn stayed to help Anya.
Outside Spike lit up a cigarette and started walking towards a
graveyard; maybe he could find some vampires to hunt since he
couldn't hunt humans. The thought of hunting brought forth memories
of how he and Sev had met.
**
London, 1981
Drusilla had gone off on one of her adventures and that left Spike
with nothing to do. He missed his dark princess, but this as the way
things went. Every ten years or so she would go off on her own and
leave him in whatever city they were in at the time. At least they'd
been in London this time and not some tiny, boring town somewhere in
the middle of nowhere. This was good because he needed to stay close
to where Drusilla left him so she could find him again when she felt
like it.
Right now Spike was stalking through the dark alleys of London;
hunting. He'd spotted a strange man who radiated power and decided
this man would make an enjoyable prey. The man was tall, dark and
was striding confidently through the alleys. He appeared to be
wearing a very long coat or maybe a robe. Spike's first thought had
been that the man was a priest of some sort but the one brief look
he'd had at the man's face disabused him of that thought. This was a
dark man; the black eyes had glinted in the moon light, promising
violence to anyone brave enough to approach him.
Well Spike thought himself to be brave (sometimes anyway) and
hunting this man would be a welcome challenge. The man was probably
really tasty too if the power radiating off him was any indication.
Rounding a corner the stranger had just passed, Spike found himself
grabbed by the throat and shoved roughly back up against a brick
wall. He was just about to throw his attacker of when he realised it
was his prey.
"Listen here little vampire, " the dark man hissed, tightening his
grip around Spike's throat. "I am *not* in the mood to be hunted; I
am *never* in the mood to be hunted so you just wander off and far
away from me before *I* do something *you'll* regret."
Spike blinked. This was an unexpected turn of events - unexpected
and arousing. And wasn't that even more unexpected?
"Well?" The stranger snarled this time and pressed himself even
closer. Spike, still stuck on the arousing part, found it difficult
to speak with a strong hand squeezing his throat, let alone form a
decent answer with a hard body pressed against his, so he did the
first thing that entered his mind. He tilted his head up and kissed
the angry man - who obviously hadn't expected that particular action
as he tensed and in surprise released his iron grip on the vampire's
throat.
The man didn't respond to Spike's kiss and made as to move away but
Spike used vampire strength to his advantage and held the man close.
He wasn't going to give up - he *wanted* this man. His was now
licking insistently the other man's lips, begging for entrance but
the man just tensed even more and his lips tightened. Just when
Spike thought he was losing the battle the man shrugged as if to say
'to hell with it' and started kissing back - hard. The stranger's
tongue soon forced Spike's into submission and then bit the
vampire's bottom lip till it bled. Spike moaned as pain shot through
him and blood filled his mouth; this was obviously a man after his
own heart.
"Like that do you little vampire?" was said in a husky voice when
the man broke for air. "Like it rough don't you? You would love for
me to take to violently. Hm? To shove my hard cock up your arse and
make you bleed, make you beg for more?"
Spike shuddered as the words went straight to his cock. "God yes.
Please."
That infuriating man smirked in triumph and dove in for another
kiss.
How they went from kissing in a dark alley to having furious sex in
the abandoned building that served as Spike's home at the moment
stood as confusing blur in Spike's mind. But who was he to complain
when he found himself on all fours being pounded into by the sexiest
man he had met for a long while? It was hard and fast, it was
violent, it was pain, it was *pure* pleasure.
Afterwards when he lay sprawled out on the mattress that served as a
bed, he was battered and bruised, but sated and so content he
actually purred. The warm body next to him stretched and turned to
his side to watch the nearly asleep vampire better.
"So, do you make a habit out of submitting to your prey and having
them shag you senseless?" There was amusement in that dark voice
now.
"First one." Spike mumbled.
"Oh, I do feel honoured." Came the sarcastic reply.
Spike didn't bother responding, sleep was calling him. The man
realised that chatting wasn't high on his bed mate's to do list
right now - this actually suited him just fine, he never was one for
chatting either - so he settled down to sleep.
"I am Severus and I will sleep here tonight just so I can shag you
senseless in the morning too." He said closing his eyes.
"'M William and I'll hold you to that." Came the sleepy reply.
Severus was sure he could hear a smirk somewhere in it.
**
Severus made good on his promise to shag Spike senseless the next
morning. To the vampire's delight Severus decided that he needed a
vacation and he might just as well spend it in that abandoned
building with William. They spent a fortnight shagging, talking and
shagging. Spike only left during the night to have a quick feed;
Severus only left during the day to find something to eat. They
found each other quite intriguing
Spike spoke about his days as 'Scourge of Europe', ranted about
Drusilla and bragged about killing two slayers. He spoke of his
mortal life filled with poetry, shyness and cruel women.
Severus found himself talking about the wizarding world, about
Voldemort and his downfall, about the hard life as a spy and the
anger he felt towards the ministry and their poor attitude against
him. They'd known that he'd been a spy, still they put him in
Azkaban and it was only after pressure from Dumbledore that he'd
been let out.
"That's why I was stalking through the dark alleys of London. I was
trying to walk off the anger."
Spike nodded in understanding.
They shagged some more.
At the end of two weeks, an owl appeared.
"It's a message from Lucius; my best friend and fellow spy. He says
things have calmed down and asks when I will return."
Upon realising that Severus would now return to the wizarding world,
Spike felt as if he'd been offered an especially tasty human only to
have it taken away from him before he could taste it. He watched as
the man he'd spent the last weeks with - and what weeks they'd been
- got dressed. Sullenly he asked. "So you're leaving right now then?
"
"Yes."
Spike collapsed down at the mattress and closed his eyes. He didn't
see Severus turn and look at him with a slight frown on his face.
He'd sort of taken it for granted that the vampire would join him;
perhaps William had no wish to come with?
"The sun is down so it's perfectly safe. Aren't you coming?"
The vampire's blue eyes shot open and they studied the wizard for
several long minutes before a grin appeared.
"Of course." Spike said and jumped up to get dressed.
Which was how Spike found himself in the wizarding world, living
with Severus Snape - Potions master - in the dungeons at Hogwarts
and playing uncle to Lucius Malfoy's little brat, Draco, whenever he
and Severus visited Malfoy Manor.
It was in the Hogwarts dungeons that Drusilla found him a year
later. How exactly she found him was unclear, he'd always figured
Miss Edith had told her. He knew why she'd come though, she was
finished with her adventure and wanted to travel with her Childe.
Her timing was poor; Spike had found he was falling in love with the
intimidating Potions master and had no desire to leave. But he knew
he would, his dark princess, his Sire would always come before
everything else in his life. Severus had been *so* angry, so
disappointed and they'd had a huge fight about it, but in the end
the wizard had let his William leave. He knew about vampires and
understood that the bond between William and his creator was strong;
she would always come first. They parted on amicable terms.
**
Sunnydale present time
Spike found himself wandering the graveyard aimlessly, wondering if
Severus ever thought of him. He knew that he himself had fallen in
love and had thought that the feelings were returned. Perhaps he
should travel to England and look up Severus even if this thing with
Xander being a baby were fixed. There was no Drusilla this time;
she'd left him for good.
Yes, he would do that. There was nothing here in Sunnydale for him
anyway, chipped as he was. With that thought in mind he turned and
went back to the whelp's apartment, Anya would hopefully let him
stay there, after all she had no experience with babies.
end 4