Blood Tears 8 - Curfews
Xander beat his palms on the table before him in tune with the blaring music being blared out by The Dingoes Ate My Baby. He was completely and utterly bored, as soon as Faith had disappeared to consult Giles on some matter or other, he'd sneaked out to have a rare night out from under her watchful eye with Willow and Buffy. Only trouble was he'd forgotten to check if they were 'Bronzing' tonight. "Great planning Xander," he muttered.
"You look lonely handsome."
He glanced up at the owner of the seductive voice, the smart reply he'd already thought up dying on his suddenly drying lips at the blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty stood before him. "Hi," he said lamely.
"Hi?" the woman giggled musically, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "That's not the most enthusiastic greeting I've heard. Mind if I sit down?"
"B..be my guest," Xander stuttered. Smooth, Xander, real smooth, you're a real heartbreaker.
The blonde smiled as she slid into the seat beside him. "Hi, I'm Darla. Do you mind if my friend Drusilla joins us?"
The youth glanced up to see a raven-haired finely featured woman expectantly staring down at him. "Sure." I've died and gone to heaven. "Oh, my name's Xander by the way."
"We know," the blonde ran her tongue across his cheek before whispering in his ear. "Angelus so wants to meet you."
Xander's blood froze. Oh boy, he'd really done it this time. His hand began to edge for the crucifix inside his jacket only for Darla to grab his arm in a grip that should have impossible for such a slight woman. "Don't," warned the vampiress, for a second her eyes glittered golden before returning to their usual ocean blue. "You start anything and our five friends will massacre this entire club. Come quietly and nobody, except you, will be hurt."
"And I'm supposed to fall for that? You're the one soulless bloodsucker who can keep their word? Don't think so!" Xander glanced around the club, his spirits sinking as he registered the presence of several vampires dotted at the booths surrounding him. His voice remained steady but he could barely hear himself over his heart's pounding.
He gasped in agony as Drusilla reached beneath the table and squeezed his groin painfully. "Don't be rude kitten. These nice men are just our protection to make sure nothing happens to Angelus' pretty girls and his prize. When we leave so do they." Xander's shoulders slumped in defeat. If he made a move he might escape but dozens could die, he couldn't sacrafice others to save himself. "Okay," he muttered. "You win, I'll come with you." Maybe outside he could make a move, escape or at least put up enough resistance to get killed rather than face the tortures they had planed for him.
He winced as Drusilla ran her ice cold hands through his hair and nibbled at his ear. "Mummy knew her little kitten would be good."
"That's me, house-broken."
"You will be," Darla promised.
Xander shuddered at the threat in the vampiress' words and the sadistic glee in her smile. Suddenly an unexpected voice broke into his terror. "So Loser Boy, has the Geek Patrol got some new members?"
The youth's head snapped up to look at Cordelia. He didn't think he'd ever seen a more beautiful sight. Thinking quickly, he spoke, praying that his message got through. "Oh look it's the school bitch," he said scornfully. "Why don't you go and hang with your sheep Harmony and Willow. Go and tell them about my new girls Darla and Drusilla."
Her face contorted with fury, the cheerleader hurried off. Darla leaned over. "Good boy," she purred into his ear. "If you'd have warned her I'd have made you eat her liver." Xander swallowed hard, he just hoped Cordelia got his hidden message, otherwise he was worse than dead.
* * *
"School bitch! Who does Xander 'White Trash' Harris think he's talking to?" muttered Cordelia as she strode angrily away. Just wait until she told his friends what he'd said. Suddenly she faltered in her angry march. Willow, she'd never hang with Rosenberg in public, something was wrong.
The cheerleader glanced over her shoulder, noting the look of horror on Xander's face she looked desperately through the teeming crowd for someone to help her. Finally she found someone. "Amy, come here."
Amy Madison reluctantly made her way through the crowd, a scowl on her pretty face. "Cordelia, I've already told you I can't do a riches spell."
Cordelia waved away the Wicca's words. "Forget about that," she said impatiently. "I need you to do a spell to kill the two women with Xander."
Amy's eyes widened. "No way, I'm not killing your love rivals for you."
"Love rivals!" Cordelia shook her head, Xander and her - as if. "They're vampires!"
Now Amy's mouth dropped open. "Vampires!" She shook her head. "I can't, I don't have that sort of power."
"Oh damn it, where's Willow when you need her." Cordelia thought hard for a few seconds. "Can you do a spell where we can find Xander wherever he is?"
"A locator spell, sure," Amy stared hard at Xander through the crowd for a few seconds. "It's done."
Cordelia nodded. Now she needed to grab her car and hurry to the library to tell Giles what had happened. The cheerleader slapped her forehead. Her car was in the garage, she'd got a ride here tonight. "Have you got a car?" Amy shook her head. Groaning, she glanced around the bar. Seeing a familiar face, she pushed imperiously through the crowd, dragging Amy behind her.
"Oz! I need your help. Xander's in trouble!"
The orange-haired musician raised an eyebrow before carefully placing his guitar down against the stage. "Looks like the kind of trouble most guys would like," he commented laconically.
"They're going to kidnap him!"
"I refer you to my previous answer."
"They're vampires."
Oz's eyes widened. "I'm a sidekick. Don't do head-long charges into danger. I see my role as cheering from the sidelines."
"We have to get to the library and tell Giles and Buffy."
Oz nodded. "My van's outside."
* * *
Xander watched out of the corner of his eye as Cordelia, Amy and Oz hurried out of the club. It seemed his plan had worked, alarms had sounded in Cordy's head. All he needed to do was buy himself some time. "So that's the torturing of my body, arms and legs covered. But you haven't told me what you intend to do to my feet yet?" It was an effort to keep his tone casual.
Drusilla's mouth opened but Darla gestured her to silence. "He's stalling. Let's get out of here." He opened his mouth to protest only for his words to turn into a yelp when Darla yanked him upright by his hair.
"Tonight, definitely not one of my favourite experiences," he muttered as he was escorted out of the club.
Xander beat his palms on the table before him in tune with the blaring music being blared out by The Dingoes Ate My Baby. He was completely and utterly bored, as soon as Faith had disappeared to consult Giles on some matter or other, he'd sneaked out to have a rare night out from under her watchful eye with Willow and Buffy. Only trouble was he'd forgotten to check if they were 'Bronzing' tonight. "Great planning Xander," he muttered.
"You look lonely handsome."
He glanced up at the owner of the seductive voice, the smart reply he'd already thought up dying on his suddenly drying lips at the blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty stood before him. "Hi," he said lamely.
"Hi?" the woman giggled musically, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "That's not the most enthusiastic greeting I've heard. Mind if I sit down?"
"B..be my guest," Xander stuttered. Smooth, Xander, real smooth, you're a real heartbreaker.
The blonde smiled as she slid into the seat beside him. "Hi, I'm Darla. Do you mind if my friend Drusilla joins us?"
The youth glanced up to see a raven-haired finely featured woman expectantly staring down at him. "Sure." I've died and gone to heaven. "Oh, my name's Xander by the way."
"We know," the blonde ran her tongue across his cheek before whispering in his ear. "Angelus so wants to meet you."
Xander's blood froze. Oh boy, he'd really done it this time. His hand began to edge for the crucifix inside his jacket only for Darla to grab his arm in a grip that should have impossible for such a slight woman. "Don't," warned the vampiress, for a second her eyes glittered golden before returning to their usual ocean blue. "You start anything and our five friends will massacre this entire club. Come quietly and nobody, except you, will be hurt."
"And I'm supposed to fall for that? You're the one soulless bloodsucker who can keep their word? Don't think so!" Xander glanced around the club, his spirits sinking as he registered the presence of several vampires dotted at the booths surrounding him. His voice remained steady but he could barely hear himself over his heart's pounding.
He gasped in agony as Drusilla reached beneath the table and squeezed his groin painfully. "Don't be rude kitten. These nice men are just our protection to make sure nothing happens to Angelus' pretty girls and his prize. When we leave so do they." Xander's shoulders slumped in defeat. If he made a move he might escape but dozens could die, he couldn't sacrafice others to save himself. "Okay," he muttered. "You win, I'll come with you." Maybe outside he could make a move, escape or at least put up enough resistance to get killed rather than face the tortures they had planed for him.
He winced as Drusilla ran her ice cold hands through his hair and nibbled at his ear. "Mummy knew her little kitten would be good."
"That's me, house-broken."
"You will be," Darla promised.
Xander shuddered at the threat in the vampiress' words and the sadistic glee in her smile. Suddenly an unexpected voice broke into his terror. "So Loser Boy, has the Geek Patrol got some new members?"
The youth's head snapped up to look at Cordelia. He didn't think he'd ever seen a more beautiful sight. Thinking quickly, he spoke, praying that his message got through. "Oh look it's the school bitch," he said scornfully. "Why don't you go and hang with your sheep Harmony and Willow. Go and tell them about my new girls Darla and Drusilla."
Her face contorted with fury, the cheerleader hurried off. Darla leaned over. "Good boy," she purred into his ear. "If you'd have warned her I'd have made you eat her liver." Xander swallowed hard, he just hoped Cordelia got his hidden message, otherwise he was worse than dead.
* * *
"School bitch! Who does Xander 'White Trash' Harris think he's talking to?" muttered Cordelia as she strode angrily away. Just wait until she told his friends what he'd said. Suddenly she faltered in her angry march. Willow, she'd never hang with Rosenberg in public, something was wrong.
The cheerleader glanced over her shoulder, noting the look of horror on Xander's face she looked desperately through the teeming crowd for someone to help her. Finally she found someone. "Amy, come here."
Amy Madison reluctantly made her way through the crowd, a scowl on her pretty face. "Cordelia, I've already told you I can't do a riches spell."
Cordelia waved away the Wicca's words. "Forget about that," she said impatiently. "I need you to do a spell to kill the two women with Xander."
Amy's eyes widened. "No way, I'm not killing your love rivals for you."
"Love rivals!" Cordelia shook her head, Xander and her - as if. "They're vampires!"
Now Amy's mouth dropped open. "Vampires!" She shook her head. "I can't, I don't have that sort of power."
"Oh damn it, where's Willow when you need her." Cordelia thought hard for a few seconds. "Can you do a spell where we can find Xander wherever he is?"
"A locator spell, sure," Amy stared hard at Xander through the crowd for a few seconds. "It's done."
Cordelia nodded. Now she needed to grab her car and hurry to the library to tell Giles what had happened. The cheerleader slapped her forehead. Her car was in the garage, she'd got a ride here tonight. "Have you got a car?" Amy shook her head. Groaning, she glanced around the bar. Seeing a familiar face, she pushed imperiously through the crowd, dragging Amy behind her.
"Oz! I need your help. Xander's in trouble!"
The orange-haired musician raised an eyebrow before carefully placing his guitar down against the stage. "Looks like the kind of trouble most guys would like," he commented laconically.
"They're going to kidnap him!"
"I refer you to my previous answer."
"They're vampires."
Oz's eyes widened. "I'm a sidekick. Don't do head-long charges into danger. I see my role as cheering from the sidelines."
"We have to get to the library and tell Giles and Buffy."
Oz nodded. "My van's outside."
* * *
Xander watched out of the corner of his eye as Cordelia, Amy and Oz hurried out of the club. It seemed his plan had worked, alarms had sounded in Cordy's head. All he needed to do was buy himself some time. "So that's the torturing of my body, arms and legs covered. But you haven't told me what you intend to do to my feet yet?" It was an effort to keep his tone casual.
Drusilla's mouth opened but Darla gestured her to silence. "He's stalling. Let's get out of here." He opened his mouth to protest only for his words to turn into a yelp when Darla yanked him upright by his hair.
"Tonight, definitely not one of my favourite experiences," he muttered as he was escorted out of the club.