Witches, definitely not your average vamp's cup o' blood, what with the spell casting and all. Known more then a few fledglings to be castrated by a witch spell while trying to drink their blood, seems to be the most widely known spell.
But as everyone from Hitler to Cher know, practice makes perfect, and if you've had enough practice, even the strongest witches are a piece of cake as the saying goes.
Blood that powerful is sweet enough to make up for warts that don't go away for months and dusted childer. Each victory makes the next that much easier, and the quickest thing you learn; even witches have to sleep.
Used to like Red and Tara, always edged towards my side… that is until I found out they'd been telling Buffy to go ahead and use me, I didn't matter. The witches abandoned me for the sake of the Slayer and her group, just forgot all about poor old Spike.
I'll show them something they can't forget.
I put my hand over Tara's mouth and press it tight, can't do spells if you can't say them, that's the rule, and Willow won't know anything because she's off on her no-magic crusade. I like the look of fear on her face as she tries to see in the dark, find out who it is.
Shh, luvvy, it's just Spike. Now stay real quiet, 've got something important to show you. Better come with me, and don't wake Red, know how she's been lately.
A nod, so I was right, I'm not the only one who's been abandoned, things aren't perfect for witches in paradise. No matter, if paradise wasn't enough, maybe hell will be.
How can she be so trusting of me knowing that she's abandoned me for Buffy? Tara always has been too trusting and naive.
That's right, move away from the bed, come with me, out into the dark hallway, s'not like I can do you any harm.
Please, there's more then one way to skin a witch, and I can't wait to show them that. First things first, I'll take another lesson from Peaches when he was useful; the more you break them the sweeter they taste. And abandonment tastes oh so sweet.
I watch her spill her little heart out to me and wonder that she can't see the difference in me, the red in my eyes, but I guess being abandoned by Red is keeping her caught up in her own problems. Seems things just haven't been right since she left Red for using too much magic.
Aww, poor thing, a few words of comfort here, brush away tears there… it's almost too easy to get her to acquiesce. In fact, it's her who makes the first move, sweet little Tara, kissing the Big Bad vamp in the hallway outside her lover's bedroom.
My, my… how things change. And then they don't. She doesn't say another word to me, acts like I don't know perfectly well that she's gay. Just "make me feel, something, anything, Spike," just like the Slayer. Is that all I'm good for? A quick fuck to make the girl feel.
Well alrighty then, I'll make you feel, I'll make you scream in pain, but not until your lover hears you screaming my name as you come.
She's soft in all the right places, curvy but still beautifully skinny, pliant as I slip into her. There's a slight squeak before she covers her mouth as she adjusts to my size and having someone in her again… it's easy enough to tell that I'm not her first, just the first in a long time.
I'm given a brief glimpse of why the Bint used to want to hurt people so much; it's no fun being someone's whore. Ta, luv, but it is if it's for the greater evil.
Tara lets me run my hands along her body, making her feel good, so much better then any of her other lovers, I can tell by that little squeak of pleasure that keeps slipping out. I'm just sucking on her breasts when I hear shuffling in the other room, Red's rolled over and found her bed empty. Speeding up my pace, I let her breast stifle the grin of joy I feel as she digs her hands into my hair, forgetting about being quiet, and climaxes abruptly just as Red opens the door and switches on the light.
I keep that look of Red's in my head as I pull out of this warm body, I can wait for my release. Hardly a stunning fuck, but that's to come later, when I'll make their moans of pleasure turn to pain, then I'll get to take my time and get off.
Tara's just trying to straighten her nightgown as Red starts yelling, forcing Tara to look up and face that bloody beautiful look of pain on her lover's face. The best part is that Red won't kill me because Tara's too sweet to let me take the blame for this. Hell, she did kiss me first.
Ah, I think I'll like that look almost as much as the one when I rip her heart out. If you can't take a witch head on, distract them, throw their emotions off, then watch them sob helplessly as you break one's neck and rip through the other's center.
That's abandonment for you, when the other is dead and you're helpless. Such pleasant memories too, at least I hope they enjoy them as much as I have.