To Crave The Darkness
Prologue – Lover No More
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Disclaimer – Don't own BtVS, nor do I claim to. I'm not doing this for profit, only for my amusement and the amusement of others.
Author's Notes – Yep, so here's the first chapter of my fic that's being re-written. It's a lot longer, as you can see. Don't know when I'll get around to writing chapter one, but I will do it at some point.
Pairings/Warnings – Spike/Buffy, bits of Angel/Buffy. Rated R for language, sexual themes and whatnot. You've been warned.
Summary – Spike comes to Sunnydale in search of a mate..and finds the Slayer? Infatuated her he begins courting her..but Buffy cant seem to figure out who her secret admire is. Will she fall for him anyway?
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William the Bloody, also known as Spike, was tired. Not because of the lack of sleep he was having recently, but because he was tired of everything.
Everything, he growled, every bloody bit of it.
Here he was, sitting around in a darkened crypt waiting hands and knees on someone. Not anyone either, but another vampire, his sire, the woman he loved. Well, he had loved her at one time. But she was weak now, and couldn't even hunt. She had once been a strong and fierce vampire, and Spike had loved her for it. She had bore a blood thirsty look in her eye, and enjoyed torture and harsh treatment. Now that look was gone, and her eyes were dull and emotionless.
The dizziness and faintness had started some time ago, and Dru has slowly grown weaker from there. The hellcat she once was was gone, and was replaced by a weakling who couldn't even defend herself. Spike hated the weak, hated having to tend on her, when he could be out killing everything and letting the blood run free in the streets. Oh yes, how he hated it, but there seemed to be no cure for it, no solution at all. His hellcat was gone, and he had no idea what was wrong with her.
Of course I know what's wrong with her, he kicked an empty can across the room as he got to his feet, She's bloody insane!
And insane she was, even before he had met her in that dark alleyway on that faithful night he had been turned. She had been going on about all kinds of things, even before she sank her teeth into his flesh and had made her one of them. He had learned after that she had once belonged to a gypsy clan, and had been cruelly tortured to the brink of insanity by Angelus, who he had met later on. She had been turned then, which was a really stupid thing to do considering the poor girl was insane, and her insanity continued into her afterlife.
Death had maddened her even more, and back then when he had first met her, she had a vicious look about her. But that had somehow warn away over the centuries, and now as he looked at her, she was nothing but a mere kitten – a frail and fragile thing. The once strong and twisted minded vampire he had been drawn by was long gone, and so was his interest in her.
As if she had sensed his dark thoughts, he heard the rustle of fabric behind him as she approached him, a soft humming coming from her as she walked.
"Spike."
He grit his teeth, his fangs digging into his lips and drawing blood. What did she want now? He turned to face his once true love and mate. Even in the darkness he could smell the death that was upon her, and sense that she was slowly wasting away.
"Yes, luv?" He asked, hiding within the shadows.
"My stomach is talking to me," She purred, her finger dancing upon her face and then lowering to her stomach, "Feed me, feed me it says."
Her stomach is talking to her? His eyes narrowed, but she couldn't see him in the darkness. He was used to all her nonsense talk, he had grown to understand bits and pieces. Besides, she happened to know a lot, and had a habit of being able to see things that others couldn't. Sometimes that came in handy, but most of the time it was gibberish.
Crazy indeed, he growled as he watched her run her hand over her stomach. "I suppose you expect me to go out and hunt for you too tonight?"
She stood there silently, staring into the darkness, humming that same tune over and over. He knew what he had to do – the same thing he had been doing for the past month. He would go out and hunt for himself, and bring some live meat back to their crypt so that she could feed.
He frowned at her, studying her poor figure. Pathetic.
She giggled then, not noticing the coldness in Spike's voice or the way he was acting. "I want a blonde one, Spike…I want to play with her pretty hair."
He growled, clenching his teeth together tightly. Now she was being picky too. No, she couldn't just have anyone to eat…she requested a blonde! Who does she think I am, her bloody restaurant servant? Oh wait, let me take out a pad and place your order! His frown deepened. He couldn't take much more of this. He needed to get out of there, away from her.
"Sure Dru, I'll make sure she's a nice one." He said quickly, heading towards the door. However, he was stopped as two arms wrapped themselves around him from behind, and her cool tongue licked playfully at his ear. He turned to her then, looking into her dark eyes as she smiled knowingly up at him.
"I see lots of blondes in your future, Spike." She whispered in his ear, her fingers running up his chest. She then pulled away, laughing as if it was the funniest thing she had ever said.
"Blondes, luv?" He asked, gritting her teeth as she danced to silent music with an amused look upon her face, "Why would I want some silly blonde when I can have you?" He lied, picking up his duster and putting it on. Blondes? I wonder what she really sees in that empty head of hers?
"Don't be mad Spike." She said, suddenly stopping as if she finally sensed his anger towards her.
"Mad? I'm not mad." He forced a neutral look in her direction, betraying what he really felt towards her at that moment – hate. I'm not the mad one…you are, he thought as he watched her, Mad, weak, and too godamn lazy if you ask me. "Why would I be mad?"
She giggled to herself, not answering his question as she slipped off into the darkness in which she had come from, leaving him alone once again. He sighed, turning back towards the door and stepping into the cool night air, making sure the door was closed tight behind him.
The night was chilly, and half a moon hung low in the sky. To any normal human, the coldness would have been bitter. Winter had just recently come to an end, and there was still snow on the ground in some parts of the town. Spring was slowly making its way into the small town that Spike called home, but it was still pretty cold out. Very few humans would be out walking tonight, he knew. He would have to get his meal somewhere other than off the streets.
The cold didn't bother him as he walked. He was a vampire – a creature of the night, and he was immune to these sorts of things. He liked the cold – winter was one of his favorite times of the year. The cold air was always refreshing. Summer was great though, because it was the best time to feed. People walked the streets like Happy Meals, and he could drink their blood until he was full.
Making his way out of the graveyard that he was currently living in, he stepped into the dimly lit street of his small town. It was deserted as far as he could tell; there were no sounds of humans or any noise at all. He would have to make a trip down to the east side of town to the town's only nighttime activity place – the dance club. Sure enough, just as he had guessed, the small place was packed with crazy teens out looking for a great time.
The music was loud, way too loud, but it was somewhat drowned out by the shouts and laughter of the people on the dance floor. Spike smiled as he watched them, blending into the shadows.
He smirked, his eyes scanning the room. Which one would he choose? There were so many to pick from!
He finally chose one out of the crowd, a nice looking girl, probably nineteen. She had short brown hair that was done up in a bun and she was wearing a black top on top of jean shorts. She was alone, an easy catch.
He moved towards her as a slow song came on. She was about to head off the dance floor when he grabbed her elbow.
"Care to dance, love?" He asked her, and she smiled in response.
"Sure, but I really suck at it."
He gave her one of his famous smiles that he knew all the ladies liked. "I'll make sure I change that."
He then took her in his arms, putting his arms around her waist as they danced. She sighed, leaning closer, and that's when he sunk his fangs into her. She knew nothing of what was going on, just the dizziness that overcame her. She moaned, and he sunk his teeth even further into her.
Around them, the dancing couples were too busy with their partners to realize that anything was wrong. And to them, it just looked like some girl was getting a hickey from her boyfriend. Many of them were too drunk to notice anyway, so when the girl passed out in his arms, they didn't ask any questions.
He disposed of the body outside the club behind a nearby dumpster, licking his lips as he stared down at her.
"You were right, love. You suck at dancing!" He laughed, wiping a hand across his face. And now I have to get one for Dru…
His annoyance returned at the thought of the vampire that awaited him back at the crypt. He had forgotten her while he had been out hunting, and the warm blood of the girl had relaxed him somewhat. But now he remembered the bothersome task he had been given, the annoyance and anger had returned. He stayed in the shadows of an alley, watching the humans as they entered and left the club.
Du wants a blonde, he thought as he stepped closer to the light, I think she's getting worse every day! She's certainly getting on my nerves every day..
He took a deep breath, smelling the air. It smelled a lot cleaner than the air inside the club, which smelled like sweat and hormones. She sends me out to do her grocery shopping, too weak to hunt herself. I should return home with nothing and let her starve! He smiled at that. It was a good idea, but he could never so that to her. She was his sire, after all.
He shook his head. I never dreamed that I'd become her little servant… I would have left her a long time ago if I had known this was how it was going to be!
After standing there for what seemed like an hour, Spike finally gave up. He would have to go back into the club to find what he was looking for.
Stepping back into the club, he was met with the pushing and shoving of dancers. Girls were dancing wearing next to nothing, and boys were following them around like little puppy dogs, Spike noticed. He scowled at this, humans were so stupid.
He found her next to the door. She was small, probably fifteen, with long red hair that reached her waist. She was talking to a boy, whom Spike guessed was her boyfriend. He was tired of looking for the 'perfect girl', and was ready to grab whatever he could. She would have to do. He waited until the boyfriend was gone before he grabbed her and stalked out of the club.
"Hey!" She screamed as he pulled her, "What are you doing? Let go!" She tried to pull away, but Spike had a firm grip on her. However the screaming continued, and Spike was forced to turn to her, sinking his fangs into her and drinking just enough so that she was calmed into submission. He then managed to drag her the rest of the way home without any further incidents.
"Spikey? Is that you?" Drusilla called, having heard the door slam.
Spike winced at her pet name. "Yeah, it's me," He flung the girl to her knees and she whimpered. "Come get your supper."
She appeared from the darkness of the crypt, her eyes on Spike before they dropped to the girl, who was staring up at her with large eyes. Spike watched as the smile on Drusilla's face faded.
"What's wrong now?" He demanded, "I got you supper! Come on! Or do I have to eat it for you too?"
"This girl," Drusilla stepped forward, circling the girl before finally bending down and touching her hair, "Does not have pretty hair, Spike. Where's my pretty hair?"
"If you want pretty hair then you'll have to go find it yourself." Spike stated coldly, taking a seat in his favorite chair.
"I'm too weak," She sobbed, but there were no tears, "And my dolls tell me.."
Spike rolled his eyes. Her and her stupid dolls! "That's right Dru, your dolls tell you things. Your dolls don't talk, now do they?" He interrupted her, not even caring what she was about to say. "Too weak?" He scoffed, Yeah, I've noticed. I've been waiting on you for what seems like forever! Do you enjoy having your own personal lap dog?"
He growled, "Well I'm not your lap dog," He jumped to his feet, stalking towards her, "And I'm not your slave to order around!"
Drusilla stared at him, her eyes glazed over. "I won't be around much longer, Spike, the voices tell me so. Why can't you be nicer to me?"
His hand shot out, catching her by the throat. He held her tightly, causing her to squirm, and he ignored the girl he had brought home, who was now escaping. He stared at Drusilla for a long time, studying her, looking into his once powerful mate's eyes before making a decision.
"Won't be around much longer, Dru? Of course you wont," He snapped, "I'm tired of listening to your whining!" His voice dropped, "What happened to the savage girl I used to love?"
"She's hiding, Spike…you just have to wait and find her," She smiled as his grip on her tightened. She loved the pain it brought her.
"Yeah?" He let go now, seeing her mad pleasure in the pain he was causing her. He turned then, grabbing a nearby wooden chair and cracking it in half, before facing her once more. In a soft voice he asked, "What if I don't want to find her?"
Her eyes widened as she stared at the wooden stake in his hand, and her eyes shot up to his face. He smiled slightly at her as he plunged it into her chest and through her heart. She stumbled back, gasping.
"Spikey?" She managed, but she soon exploded into dust. His smile widened.
"You were right about one thing, Dru." He brushed off his duster, looking around his home, "You aren't around anymore."
The door to the crypt stood open, letting a tiny breeze flow through. The dust at his feet blew slightly, and he stepped in them, turning his foot and crunching them into the floor.
"Thing's are changing around here, pet, and I'm getting out of here. Moving away from this place and making myself a new home." She smiled down at the ashes, "Hope you enjoy your trip to hell, though. You won't be missed, I can assure you that."
With that, leaving the few possessions he owned, Spike left the crypt, along with the pile of dust that used to be his lover.
To Be Continued…
