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I only own Raven and her family. I am not making any money off of this.
This is for entertainment purposes only.
Chapter 1
2 years later:
"Yo Hostile 21 we got another cell mate for you," called the guard escorting a young man into her cell. There were two cots strapped to the walls. One on each side of the small cell. He shoved the man into the cell and then left, locking the door behind him. The young woman studied the man that stood before her from behind her shades. He looked like a Billy Idol wannabe. Tall, skinny, slicked back blond hair. He wore black pants, shirt and duster. He sat down on the cot across from her and pulled one knee up to lean an arm on it.
She was arranged much the same way. She had both knees up with her arms leaning on them and her head leaned back against the wall. She wore a white top, green fatigues, and black army boots along with the black shades she had somehow retained from when she had been first captured. Silently she studied the man in front of her. He had the ageless youth one only saw in vampires and she had seen a lot of vampires.
"So what are you in for?" he asked with a cockney accent.
She didn't answer, she never did.
"Aw come on ducks. I won't hurt you."
She shifted to lay down with her hands folded under her head. He tried to engage her in conversation a few more times before finally lapsing into silence. He could tell she was still awake. Taking a few minutes to study her he realized how cute if untalkative she was. She was about 5'10 and slender, but he could tell she had muscles and knew how to use them. There was a powerful grace built into her frame.
She must have had about a D-cup but she didn't look top heavy. She had the hips that completed her hourglass figure and balanced her out. Not an ounce of fat resided on her he could tell. Her hair was braided in a long braid that went past her hips. Her hair was a wonder to behold. It was a soft, glowing, silver color with two streaks of pure white that originated at her temples and wove themselves through the braid. With a sigh he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. Maybe she would talk later.
It took him two days to finally get her to talk with him, but he had been patient. He knew she would crack at some point. Although, he had been aided by the fact that their tormentors had taken her away earlier in the day and then brought her back beaten and bloody. Like she'd had to fight something. When they brought her back she had been restlessly pacing the cell. At one point she had started muttering to herself and in a small fit of anger had ripped off her bloody shirt and thrown it in the corner. She stood panting at the door in her bra before planting a fist in it and denting it.
He had stared at her for a minute and then noticed, while she did have blood on her he couldn't see any cuts. But she wasn't a vampire or even a demon. She was human, probably of the new kind, a mutant.
"So I take it you had a bad day," he said as he shifted to sit up on the cot. The sweet scent of blood tickled his nose and reminded him of the fact he hadn't eaten in days.
"Oh shut up blood sucker," she snarled at him before retrieving her shirt and pulling it back on.
"Oh so you know what I am?" he asked curiously.
She sat heavily on her cot. "Of course I know what you are. The scent of death clings heavily to you."
He started, but tried not to show it. "You have quite a nose about you ducks. Are you one of those mutants I've been hearing about?"
She sighed heavily as she slipped her shades off to rub her eyes. She set them beside her before looking up at him. "You could say that." He stared at her. Her eyes were a golden color and slitted like a cat's.
"So what are you in for little bit?" he asked.
She snorted at the nickname, but let it pass. "I'm part of one of their cute little experiments. They're trying to turn me into a superior warrior that they can use to hunt the rest of the vampire demon population."
"You're kidding me."
She sighed heavily as she resumed the position he had seem her in the first day. "Nope not kidding you. As much as I hate to say it that's what they want me to do. Whether I do it or not is for me to know and them to find out."
"Well, anyway. I'm Spike. I can't very well call you little bit or ducks the whole time I'm here. Well I might anyway. So what's your name?"
She shrugged, "Raven."
"Raven, just Raven?"
"I had another name once, but that was a long time ago. Now it's just Raven."
She smiled at the irritated look on his face. Over the next few weeks they got to know each other better and grew quite close. For some reason Spike felt very protective of her and would often try to cheer her up after a particularly grueling session with their captors. During this time he had a chip implanted in his head and learned that she had one as well, but hers suppressed some of the more volatile abilities she had.
The doctor's had managed to manipulate the dormant x-gene she had to give her several abilities. They then took another mutants blood and used that to mutate her further. She ended up with several talents that they were training her to use. She had Telepathy, low level Telekinesis, Pyrokinesis, advanced healing abilities, highly enhanced senses, and enhanced strength. She was classified as a feral mutant and had the instincts and abilities of one, instincts that drove her crazy at times.
Three month's into Spikes stay he was fighting with his hunger and the prospect of biting his lovely cell mate. He knew he couldn't He had tried to bite a guard once and he'd fallen to the ground in pain. The chip in his head prevented him from hurting anyone human. His cell mate was fighting something as well. Being more animalistic she had severe urges to be free and other more tangible urges, as well.
This all culminated one night after lights out when the cells were only lit with the single lights outside of the doors. Raven was restless and Spike was starving causing both to have short tempers. His jailers rarely fed him. Due to boredom he tried to engage in conversation, but she had nearly bitten his head off.
"What has gotten in to you little bit?" he snapped after she growled at him.
She sighed with an apologetic look on her face. "I'm sorry Spike. Confinement is getting to me. You'd think I'd be used to it by now."
"Nah ducks don't apologize. I've been snappy myself. I just wish these blokes would feed me more often. You know I think there's more to your temper than just the confinement." He said slyly looking at her with a cocky half grin.
She gave him a small smile. "Am I really that transparent?"
"Nah, I've just been around the block more times than you have. I can tell these things. The air around you fairly crackles with sexual energy ducks." 'And I'd have to be a saint to ignore it.' He casually got up and took a seat beside her on her cot. "You know I think I could help you with that," he murmured as he leaned in.
She looked at him warily. They were friends but she knew there had to be a catch. "Oh really and what do you want out of it besides the obvious."
He sighed, "What I want is something I can't take. I'd ask for a drink, but I can't bite you. Besides, maybe I'm getting soft, but I wouldn't do that without your permission anyway."
She chewed on her bottom lip. She believed him. "Well," she said softly. "How about a gift for a gift? You help me and I'll help you. With my healing ability you can take more than normal, but please don't hurt me."
"Didn't you hear me little bit? I can't bite you."
"No but that doesn't matter. You can drink can't you?" she said as she brushed her braid off her shoulder. She reached up with one claw like nail and ran it down the side of her throat as she tilted her head to the side. Blood blossomed before fading again. With an indrawn breath Spike leaned down and licked the blood off her neck making her shiver. There was no wound underneath. "You know you need to be quicker than that. If you want a good drink you need to keep it open and flowing," she said huskily as he looked back up at her with his game face on. He shook it away. Her blood had been so sweet.
"Why would you do this for me?"
"Because you need it and I can give it. We are friends and I always help my friends. Please help me as well."
"Alright I will."
She smiled before opening a deeper cut on her neck. He quickly latched onto it and started drinking. Pleasure coursed through her as he drank causing her to moan. She could feel her blood being drawn out, but it was replaced as soon as it left her body. As he drank he reached up under her shirt and cupped her breast, running a thumb over her nipple. She arched into the caress gasping when he reached behind to unsnap her bra. His cool hands sent delicious shivers down her spine.
He finished drinking and watched as the cut healed. He had been careful to not bite her and the moan of pleasure had told him he was doing his job right. She looked up at his now normal face with lust glazed eyes. True to his word he helped scratch her itch as she jokingly referred to it later.
He was slow and gentle, but that wasn't what she wanted. Her animal side was screaming for him to go faster. "Spike if you don't pick up the pace I'm going to hurt you. Don't worry about hurting me, just let go," she growled.
That primal noise had sent him over the edge as he let himself lose control. She gasped in pleasure as his thrusts became harder and faster. Their growls and moans echoed through the corridor but neither of them cared. With a final shout they slipped over the edge into nirvana. They blissfully lay there in the afterglow. Spike was shocked and then amused to hear Raven start purring her contentment.
A week later:
She was gone from the cell. Spike was worried when she didn't come back. Three days passed before the guards came back dragging her between them. They had experimented upon her again and this time it had been worse than all the other times in her over two years there. When she finally woke up she cried as Spike held her. He had developed a soft spot for her and this last treatment of her was the last straw. He held her as she told him what had happened.
They had grafted a metal called adamantium to her entire skeletal structure. Including three claws on each hand that popped out between her knuckles. That had then proceeded to inject her with various chemicals that had burned. After crying her eyes out she slept for the first time in three days. Spike vowed to himself they would get out as soon as possible.
The next day was somewhat of a free day for the personnel which meant the demons and vampires and such had the day off as well. Raven and Spike spent the day side by side on her cot. They spoke in low whispers in between bouts of love making. Both were fed up with what was going on and were planning on breaking out.
The one thing they had to get around was the chips implanted in both of them. If they could get Raven's out of her then it would be a piece of cake to get out. Raven finally gave up and decided to take it out herself. It was implanted just under the skin of her arm. Spike watched as she gritted her teeth and sliced open her arm with her claw like nails. Nails slippery with blood she finally withdrew the small chip and gave it to Spike.
"You alright ducks?"
"Yeah I'm fine. That was nothing compared to what they've done to me before."
"So now what?"
"Now we get out. Lay that chip on my pillow. Now take my hand and hold on." He did as she said and watched as she laid a hand on the door lock. It clicked and then swung open. With her telekinesis and telepathy they got past most of the guards and doors. Finally following her nose she led him to an abandoned series of pipes beneath the base that led to open air.
Like giddy children they ran to another part of town. A short call to her uncle produced a ride for them. They waited patiently in a clearing on the outskirts of the town.
"I can't believe we're finally out ducks." Spike said as he spun her around and kissed her soundly. "And on our way out of sunnyhell no less."
"Yeah, so you're coming with me?"
"If your uncle will have me. I'd like to stay with you if I can. I ain't welcome here in sunnyhell and I know the slayer would as soon turn me back into those commando blokes as look at me. Besides maybe I can help out a bit. I mean I've been evil for centuries. It's starting ta get a bit boring. I'll never be totally good, but ya never know ducks."
"Aw you're not evil, just misunderstood," she said grinning as he laughed at her.
"Maybe ducks, maybe."
Chapter 1
2 years later:
"Yo Hostile 21 we got another cell mate for you," called the guard escorting a young man into her cell. There were two cots strapped to the walls. One on each side of the small cell. He shoved the man into the cell and then left, locking the door behind him. The young woman studied the man that stood before her from behind her shades. He looked like a Billy Idol wannabe. Tall, skinny, slicked back blond hair. He wore black pants, shirt and duster. He sat down on the cot across from her and pulled one knee up to lean an arm on it.
She was arranged much the same way. She had both knees up with her arms leaning on them and her head leaned back against the wall. She wore a white top, green fatigues, and black army boots along with the black shades she had somehow retained from when she had been first captured. Silently she studied the man in front of her. He had the ageless youth one only saw in vampires and she had seen a lot of vampires.
"So what are you in for?" he asked with a cockney accent.
She didn't answer, she never did.
"Aw come on ducks. I won't hurt you."
She shifted to lay down with her hands folded under her head. He tried to engage her in conversation a few more times before finally lapsing into silence. He could tell she was still awake. Taking a few minutes to study her he realized how cute if untalkative she was. She was about 5'10 and slender, but he could tell she had muscles and knew how to use them. There was a powerful grace built into her frame.
She must have had about a D-cup but she didn't look top heavy. She had the hips that completed her hourglass figure and balanced her out. Not an ounce of fat resided on her he could tell. Her hair was braided in a long braid that went past her hips. Her hair was a wonder to behold. It was a soft, glowing, silver color with two streaks of pure white that originated at her temples and wove themselves through the braid. With a sigh he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. Maybe she would talk later.
It took him two days to finally get her to talk with him, but he had been patient. He knew she would crack at some point. Although, he had been aided by the fact that their tormentors had taken her away earlier in the day and then brought her back beaten and bloody. Like she'd had to fight something. When they brought her back she had been restlessly pacing the cell. At one point she had started muttering to herself and in a small fit of anger had ripped off her bloody shirt and thrown it in the corner. She stood panting at the door in her bra before planting a fist in it and denting it.
He had stared at her for a minute and then noticed, while she did have blood on her he couldn't see any cuts. But she wasn't a vampire or even a demon. She was human, probably of the new kind, a mutant.
"So I take it you had a bad day," he said as he shifted to sit up on the cot. The sweet scent of blood tickled his nose and reminded him of the fact he hadn't eaten in days.
"Oh shut up blood sucker," she snarled at him before retrieving her shirt and pulling it back on.
"Oh so you know what I am?" he asked curiously.
She sat heavily on her cot. "Of course I know what you are. The scent of death clings heavily to you."
He started, but tried not to show it. "You have quite a nose about you ducks. Are you one of those mutants I've been hearing about?"
She sighed heavily as she slipped her shades off to rub her eyes. She set them beside her before looking up at him. "You could say that." He stared at her. Her eyes were a golden color and slitted like a cat's.
"So what are you in for little bit?" he asked.
She snorted at the nickname, but let it pass. "I'm part of one of their cute little experiments. They're trying to turn me into a superior warrior that they can use to hunt the rest of the vampire demon population."
"You're kidding me."
She sighed heavily as she resumed the position he had seem her in the first day. "Nope not kidding you. As much as I hate to say it that's what they want me to do. Whether I do it or not is for me to know and them to find out."
"Well, anyway. I'm Spike. I can't very well call you little bit or ducks the whole time I'm here. Well I might anyway. So what's your name?"
She shrugged, "Raven."
"Raven, just Raven?"
"I had another name once, but that was a long time ago. Now it's just Raven."
She smiled at the irritated look on his face. Over the next few weeks they got to know each other better and grew quite close. For some reason Spike felt very protective of her and would often try to cheer her up after a particularly grueling session with their captors. During this time he had a chip implanted in his head and learned that she had one as well, but hers suppressed some of the more volatile abilities she had.
The doctor's had managed to manipulate the dormant x-gene she had to give her several abilities. They then took another mutants blood and used that to mutate her further. She ended up with several talents that they were training her to use. She had Telepathy, low level Telekinesis, Pyrokinesis, advanced healing abilities, highly enhanced senses, and enhanced strength. She was classified as a feral mutant and had the instincts and abilities of one, instincts that drove her crazy at times.
Three month's into Spikes stay he was fighting with his hunger and the prospect of biting his lovely cell mate. He knew he couldn't He had tried to bite a guard once and he'd fallen to the ground in pain. The chip in his head prevented him from hurting anyone human. His cell mate was fighting something as well. Being more animalistic she had severe urges to be free and other more tangible urges, as well.
This all culminated one night after lights out when the cells were only lit with the single lights outside of the doors. Raven was restless and Spike was starving causing both to have short tempers. His jailers rarely fed him. Due to boredom he tried to engage in conversation, but she had nearly bitten his head off.
"What has gotten in to you little bit?" he snapped after she growled at him.
She sighed with an apologetic look on her face. "I'm sorry Spike. Confinement is getting to me. You'd think I'd be used to it by now."
"Nah ducks don't apologize. I've been snappy myself. I just wish these blokes would feed me more often. You know I think there's more to your temper than just the confinement." He said slyly looking at her with a cocky half grin.
She gave him a small smile. "Am I really that transparent?"
"Nah, I've just been around the block more times than you have. I can tell these things. The air around you fairly crackles with sexual energy ducks." 'And I'd have to be a saint to ignore it.' He casually got up and took a seat beside her on her cot. "You know I think I could help you with that," he murmured as he leaned in.
She looked at him warily. They were friends but she knew there had to be a catch. "Oh really and what do you want out of it besides the obvious."
He sighed, "What I want is something I can't take. I'd ask for a drink, but I can't bite you. Besides, maybe I'm getting soft, but I wouldn't do that without your permission anyway."
She chewed on her bottom lip. She believed him. "Well," she said softly. "How about a gift for a gift? You help me and I'll help you. With my healing ability you can take more than normal, but please don't hurt me."
"Didn't you hear me little bit? I can't bite you."
"No but that doesn't matter. You can drink can't you?" she said as she brushed her braid off her shoulder. She reached up with one claw like nail and ran it down the side of her throat as she tilted her head to the side. Blood blossomed before fading again. With an indrawn breath Spike leaned down and licked the blood off her neck making her shiver. There was no wound underneath. "You know you need to be quicker than that. If you want a good drink you need to keep it open and flowing," she said huskily as he looked back up at her with his game face on. He shook it away. Her blood had been so sweet.
"Why would you do this for me?"
"Because you need it and I can give it. We are friends and I always help my friends. Please help me as well."
"Alright I will."
She smiled before opening a deeper cut on her neck. He quickly latched onto it and started drinking. Pleasure coursed through her as he drank causing her to moan. She could feel her blood being drawn out, but it was replaced as soon as it left her body. As he drank he reached up under her shirt and cupped her breast, running a thumb over her nipple. She arched into the caress gasping when he reached behind to unsnap her bra. His cool hands sent delicious shivers down her spine.
He finished drinking and watched as the cut healed. He had been careful to not bite her and the moan of pleasure had told him he was doing his job right. She looked up at his now normal face with lust glazed eyes. True to his word he helped scratch her itch as she jokingly referred to it later.
He was slow and gentle, but that wasn't what she wanted. Her animal side was screaming for him to go faster. "Spike if you don't pick up the pace I'm going to hurt you. Don't worry about hurting me, just let go," she growled.
That primal noise had sent him over the edge as he let himself lose control. She gasped in pleasure as his thrusts became harder and faster. Their growls and moans echoed through the corridor but neither of them cared. With a final shout they slipped over the edge into nirvana. They blissfully lay there in the afterglow. Spike was shocked and then amused to hear Raven start purring her contentment.
A week later:
She was gone from the cell. Spike was worried when she didn't come back. Three days passed before the guards came back dragging her between them. They had experimented upon her again and this time it had been worse than all the other times in her over two years there. When she finally woke up she cried as Spike held her. He had developed a soft spot for her and this last treatment of her was the last straw. He held her as she told him what had happened.
They had grafted a metal called adamantium to her entire skeletal structure. Including three claws on each hand that popped out between her knuckles. That had then proceeded to inject her with various chemicals that had burned. After crying her eyes out she slept for the first time in three days. Spike vowed to himself they would get out as soon as possible.
The next day was somewhat of a free day for the personnel which meant the demons and vampires and such had the day off as well. Raven and Spike spent the day side by side on her cot. They spoke in low whispers in between bouts of love making. Both were fed up with what was going on and were planning on breaking out.
The one thing they had to get around was the chips implanted in both of them. If they could get Raven's out of her then it would be a piece of cake to get out. Raven finally gave up and decided to take it out herself. It was implanted just under the skin of her arm. Spike watched as she gritted her teeth and sliced open her arm with her claw like nails. Nails slippery with blood she finally withdrew the small chip and gave it to Spike.
"You alright ducks?"
"Yeah I'm fine. That was nothing compared to what they've done to me before."
"So now what?"
"Now we get out. Lay that chip on my pillow. Now take my hand and hold on." He did as she said and watched as she laid a hand on the door lock. It clicked and then swung open. With her telekinesis and telepathy they got past most of the guards and doors. Finally following her nose she led him to an abandoned series of pipes beneath the base that led to open air.
Like giddy children they ran to another part of town. A short call to her uncle produced a ride for them. They waited patiently in a clearing on the outskirts of the town.
"I can't believe we're finally out ducks." Spike said as he spun her around and kissed her soundly. "And on our way out of sunnyhell no less."
"Yeah, so you're coming with me?"
"If your uncle will have me. I'd like to stay with you if I can. I ain't welcome here in sunnyhell and I know the slayer would as soon turn me back into those commando blokes as look at me. Besides maybe I can help out a bit. I mean I've been evil for centuries. It's starting ta get a bit boring. I'll never be totally good, but ya never know ducks."
"Aw you're not evil, just misunderstood," she said grinning as he laughed at her.
"Maybe ducks, maybe."
