His first impression of the room was depressing, it was cold and dark, and had a slight damp smell to it. Grudgingly he stepped onto the dirty blue carpet that was in desperate need of some TLC.
Closing the door he breathed in deeply, regretting it immediately. He heard the different music coming from either side of him. He sighed loudly before dumping his duffle bag containing his items on the bed. It made a swishing sound after making a soft thud. Becoming curious he lifted the covers that seemed to have been cleaned in the last month, underneath the sheet was damp. Removing half of the sheet from the top the bleach blonde moaned. Slamming his fist into the wet mattress, making his knuckles brown from the dirty water retained within the old bedding.
Within a minute he was on the phone. He waited seven rings before an answering machine kicked in. Slamming the phone down without leaving a message he tried again, this time to be answered by a rough sounding male voice.
"Hello?" the voice came down the phone.
"Harris?"
"Ah, Spike… How's things?" The tone in his voice made Spikes blood boil.
"Are you taking the piss or something?" Spike shouted into the receiver.
"What? Is there something wrong with the flat William?"
"Thought I told you it's Spike. And yes there's something bloody wrong. Have you ever actually step foot in here?"
"Well, umm, yes of course I have. Do you think I'd buy a property without ever looking at it?" The hesitation in his voice sent Spike over the edge.
"Harris get over here, NOW!" with that Spike slammed the phone back into its dirty receiver.
Spike sat in the armchair. Sighing as another load of dust wafted up into the air. He wouldn't touch another thing until his so-called landlord arrived. His mind fought with him whether or not to rest his head back. Taking a small breath he allowed his head to rock backwards into the somewhat surprisingly comfy armchair. Resting his eyelids he allowed the last few days to replay in his minds eye. He didn't understand where he had gone wrong.
*~*~*~
Spike watched as the raven-haired beauty's head rocked back and forth beneath him. He felt her inner walks begin to quake. He began to ram his length back into her with force, then slowly he'd pull it nearly all the way out before ramming it into her until it nearly touched her womb. She cried out, screaming whilst he continued to pump into her fast, this was her second orgasm in this session. And during the foreplay she had cum very quickly.
She closed her eyes and let the feeling consume her, and then Spike grabbed her clit allowing her to shake as her orgasm began to grow to a new intensity. She blew hot air from between pursed lips while Spike enjoyed slowing the pace down a bit while he concentrated on pinching and rubbing her swollen clit. Spike felt her walls crumble until they began to milk him, as he came with her this time.
"Oh Dru!" he shouted as he felt his seeds empty into the rubber confinements.
"Matt!" Drusilla shouted in unison. Spike nearly missed it, but she had screamed so loud he wouldn't be surprised if the neighbours heard. He stopped dead in his tracks. Not moving over than the odd tensing of muscles.
Drusilla opened her eyes and smiled. When it wasn't returned her eyes became hooded.
"What's wrong my dark prince?"
"What's… What's… Bloody hell Dru!" with that Spike snatched the sheet from behind them and wrapped around his body as he violently removed it from hers. He looked at the pale naked form that lay unashamed on the crisp white sheets, her lower regions glistering, and her body sparkled with perspiration. She looked absolutely wonderful, but he couldn't bare her sight. She'd hurt him once again. His arm rose as he pointed at her.
"You cheating again, aren't ya?" his voice shook from exhaustion and disbelief.
"Aw, Spiky. Thought I was meant to share, didn't mean to, just get confused." She sighed and turned on her side, draping her arm around her until it was in front of her breasts. She slowly drew lazy circles around the outer ring of her nipple, then trailed it onto the sheets making her fingers look like legs as her index and middle finger walked up and down almost dancing.
"Are you mad baby?"
"Dru! You cheated! You were thinking of him whilst FUCKING ME!" His voice was more of a growl when he finished.
"Was I? How'd you know?" she asked almost playing with him. But Spike knew she wasn't she often had memory lapses.
*~*~*
Spike was rudely interrupted from his thoughts from loud banging on the door, getting up and dusting himself off, Spike stalked over to the door. Opening it he saw a dark haired man stare at him.
"Spike, what's so wrong with this place…" He trailed of as Spike stood to the side. The flat was visible to the owner, and he coughed as he inhaled the musky air.
"Thought you'd been here, Harris. So you expect me to pay to live here?"
"What? I told you it needed a little bit of tender loving care. And seeing as you're off the other sex at this moment, thought you'd like the distraction." By the end of his sentence Xander Harris was instantly regretting it. Spike's brow was wrinkled up, his blue eyes staring though him. His shoulders where slumped forward, and his dirty hands becoming fists then retracting back to show his palms.
"Whelp, I need a new mattress, new sheets, A WHOLE NEW FUCKING APARTMENT!" Spike was boiling over, his thoughts of Dru making him upset then for Harris to mention them just set him alight.
"Look, Spike… I'll set you up in the Hotel down the road… two days tops… you'll have the perfect flat… Promise." Xander had brought his hands to his front clasping at each other, almost in a praying position.
"Fair 'nough. Come on you can take me over there." With that Spike smiled and flashed his pearly whites.
*****
In the car Spike had calmed down, he sparked up his awaiting fag, blowing the smoke out and fogging the passenger side of Xander's windscreen. Letting out a weak cough Xander tried to get Spikes attention.
"Spike, mate… look would you mind blowing it out the window, usually I don't allow people to smoke in the Xan-mobile, but for you I'll make an exception." He smiled weakly.
"K." Spike wound down the window and began to blow his awaiting smoke out.
The rest of the trip was in silence, as they pulled into the car park of a random hotel Spike opened the door and crushed his third cigarette in the twenty minute journey. Xander sighed and steeped out of his now smelling car.
Once inside Spike allowed Xander to make all the necessary arrangements. Xander took the key and went up with Spike. Once inside the room, Spike smiled.
"See bit of courtesy. Goes long way that." Xander sheepishly nodded his head as Spike sat on the comfy mattress.
"Need one like this mate." He pointed at the bed before looking for a balcony. Finding it he headed straight to it pulling the last of his smokes from his duster pockets.
Once finishing his cigarette Spike turned to face an uncomfortable Xander.
"Fancy some beers tonight Whelp?" with a nod Spike wrapped hi arm around Xanders back. He desperately needed some alcohol. He needed fuelling because Drusilla was entering his mind, beckoning him to think of her.
"Better now then never." Without another word, Spike pulled Xander by the shoulders and dragged him to the bar on the ground floor.
Within three hours Xander was in a taxi heading home, he needed sleep and Spike could tell he snored. There was no way in hell he was allowing it to sleep in the same room as him. Another hour past and he was drunk. Mind numbingly drunk. Strolling over to the cigarette machine, he got his third packet. Sitting back at the bar, he ordered another glass of Jack Daniels, with ice. He couldn't think, and he was thankful. She haunted him, in every dream, every thought. Like what she had done was his fault, downing his second shot since sitting down five minutes ago, he ordered a bottle of the stuff to take to bed with him.
And when he got to the room, he was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
*~*~*~*
"Spike you know I love you. Baby so I screwed a few guys, can you tell me that you never fucked some other girl?" she was swaying around him as he packed his stuff.
"No Dru, never did… fucking loved you. Bitch." He was close to tears but he didn't want to show them.
"Yes I know you do… I love you to. I do honest." She smiled now behind him, stroking his shoulders. Standing up straight he pushed her away from him. He stalked towards the bedroom door.
"You drove me to it Spike!" Drusilla shouted.
"What?" Spike shouted back. All feelings of whether he should forgive her flying straight out the window.
"You heard… You thought once you got me, that I'd be good little Drusilla… well no way. You never showed me any affection." She cackled when she saw him drop his bag.
"Balloons, roses, showers of presents… love, my love Dru… how dare you say that I gave you no affection." By now he was standing in front of her.
"I couldn't have done more. Don't you understand how much I love you?" he caressed her cheek.
"I know baby I take it all for granted." She moved her head into his caress.
"Yea you do. Bye bitch." With that he stormed out forever ending that chapter of his life. Or so he thought. For months he received her phone calls begging him to come back. Then when she found her new squeeze that's when the trouble started. Surprisingly the bloke was called Matt, Dru told him Spike use to beat her up on a regular bases. One night whilst staying at a mates place, something happened to Spike that changed his life, and which led him to his now current state.
The knock at the door startled both of the present occupiers they weren't use to visitors.
"Clem mate… you gonna get that?" Spike sipped at his brandy.
"Yes, I going." Clem was Spikes oldest friend; they were never the type to go out in public drinking together or anything like that. Clem, as lovable as he was, had a disadvantage, which Spike constantly tried to cheer him up about. He was fat, but not tyre around the waist fat, but rolls and rolls of fat. One time he had lost the remote, gone out brought one, then after washing later that night; he had lifted a roll, to find it rammed in-between the skin. Spike was the only one allowed to comment on it though. He new Spike was just joking, anyone else and they wouldn't be conscious much longer. Clem had a mean punch despite his state of fitness and his ugly mug.
"Hello?" Clem asked as he opened the door, curiously thinking who it could be. He didn't notice the knuckleduster-covered fist punch him straight in the forehead. He was out for the count.
"Clem?" Spike hadn't heard his mate for a while. Standing up he began to stroll towards the hallway.
"Clem?" then he saw him on the floor out cold. Then he felt the hands on his shoulders. Using his opponent's weight he rolled him over his back so that he was facing up from the floor where he had just landed, hardly.
"Well, well. What we got 'ere then?" Spike taunted, the dark hair man flipped back up and stared Spike in the eye.
"You are good, she warned me." the dark haired man thought out loud.
"She? What? Care to fill me in?"
"Sure, then I'll teach you not to hit a woman." Spike began to panic, although his façade never faulted.
"Hit? Who?"
"You touch my Drusilla again, I'll fucking kill you, consider this a warning." With that three other big men jumped him from behind, Spike managed to keep up, not wanting to get beating to a pulp. But after losing two of them Matt and another bloke tackled him down. He took a good hiding, a couple of broken ribs, lost half a tooth, and a nasty cut above the eyebrow, and on the opposite side one running through. He was left unconscious bruised and sore.
After that night, Clem decided that he was going back to Newcastle to be with his mum, whilst Spike wanted to get the hell away from London, so packing his bag he went to the only place he knew other than the tourist central, he headed to Northampton.
*~*~*~*~
Spike awoke in a mood, he turned his head and tried to get back to sleep, unable to he looked at the flashing clock on the VCR across the room. It blinked 5:03. Realising sleep wasn't coming his way Spike stood up, immediately regretting it as the master of all headaches came flashing over him, slower this time he stood and searched in his bag for any signs of relief. Finding them in the form of three white tablets he walked to the bathroom. He washed them down his dry throat; next he brushed his furry teeth and scrubbed his face. Jumping into a cold shower he washed all the nights worries away, feeling slightly human he made his way to the cabinet above the sink, and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Grabbing his disposable razor, Spike shaved away his stubble and trimmed his side burns.
Walking back into the hotel room Spike smiled slightly, he grabbed his smokes and walked to the balcony. The problem with London was you couldn't watch the sunrise from behind the trees, now Spike could and took the opportunity. He smokes two cigarettes before he got bored looking down for another, he realised they were empty. Walking to his room, he locked the balcony doors, grabbed his duster from the back of the chair, and looked at the VCR clock. 6:13 flashed back into his dull blue eyes.
"Fresh air, what I need." With that Spike stalked out of his room, down the stairs and into the hotel lobby, picking up the fags he needed, he stormed out into the cold air, his duster billowing behind him.
TBC…