Title: Bloody Mary
Author: Daughter of Endymion
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I only created Mary and Teddy, everything else belongs to Joss Weadon.
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Chapter Four- Teddy
Mary woke up lying next to a definate male body slumbering peacefully without breath. She ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair still perfectly soft after all these years. Her hand trailed down to his face, his cheek bones and lips. He still looked like he was only a 20 year old boy from the not-so-good part of London. Where as she still looked like a 19 year old girl from the high society part of London.
They had met 7 years after she had been turned. He was just some punk kid on the street, stealing and pick pocketing to survive. His dark, icy eyes had caught her. Made her shiver. His walk was almost feline, like some sort of wild cat in the jungle stuck in the confines of his mortal body as if it were a cage.
She didn't want to say anything to Spike because he would have kept her away from him. She didn't even want to mention the boy. Angelus would've killed him just to spite her.
But Darla and Dru saw it. They had been feeding around that part of town for a few days. Mary's eyes just kept wandering back to him on their own account.
"Oh, my little girl has a crush." Dru squealed joyfully. "Do you fancy him, darling? He does so remind me of my Spike. Doesn't he, Darla?"
"Why don't you change him, Mary?" Darla said, ignoring Dru. "He is a fine creature if I do say so myself."
"I don't think Spike would like that."
"No, but do it any way." She said confidently. "We are women and our men would do anything to make us happy."
Mary realised it was true. Angelus and Spike did anything that Darla and Dru asked them to. Spike would be angry, but only at first.
So she made him one of them. A vampire. An evil creature of the night. A defier of Gods will.
Back in the present, her fingertips traced his arms and Mary gave him a chaste kiss on the neck while snuggling closer to his bare chest. Strong arms wrapped around her and she exspelled a sigh. She had told him to stay outside of L.A. until she called for him, but he was always so impatient and protective. That was him. Her Teddy.
And they said vampires couldn't love.
****
"A soul? Angel, this is quite serious." Wesley said. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I can't kill her, Wes. Neither can Spike and we don't want anyone else to do it."
"You're still feeling guilty, aren't you?"
"Of course I am! You know what I put her through."
"You didn't have a soul-"
"That doesn't matter." Angel interrupted. "It was still low, even for Angelus."
"And you think you can make it up by giving her a soul?"
"I can't make it up, but I can try." He sighed. "I made her a monster. Just like I did to Spike."
"I'll look it up."
"Thanks, Wes."
****
"How'd you even get these, Spike?" Fred asked, concerned, as she stitched up one of Spikes newly acquired wounds.
"Just ran into so Maeylof demons." He winced at the deep stitch. "Thought I'd have some fun."
"When you say 'ran into' you don't mean literally right?" He just gave her a look. "Well, you could have fooled me. These are pretty bad."
"Had worse."
"I bet." She wiped her hand on a towel. "All done."
"Thanks, doc." Spike stood up and grabbed his duster.
"Spike, if you ever need to talk I'm here. I know that this must be hard on you."
"What? Getting the crap kicked out of me?"
"No, that's...that's not what I mean. I'm talking about, Mary."
"Oh. I'm fine."
"So you went to fight with a gang of demons even though you knew you'd loose, just because your fine?"
"Maybe I'm not dealing with this the best way, but I'm fine."
"Spike, please. It's not good to keep all these emotions inside. You're going to combust and I don't think I could stitch you back together if you do."
"What do you want me to say?"
"Maybe if you just tell me what's on your mind, tell me about you and Mary."
"She's my childe, there isn't too much more to it than that." He sat back down in the chair.
"Angel said you two were very close."
"The poofer needs to keep his mouth shut."
"It's my fault. I was prying." She looked a little ashamed of herself.
"It's alright, ducks." He gave her a comforting smile.
"She's like your daughter?"
"Sort of."
"Sort of?"
"Sire/Childe relationships tend to be more...um what's the bloody word?"
"Intimate?"
"I was going to go with sexual, but that's works too."
"Spike?"
"Yeah?"
"I think we're done talking."
Author: Daughter of Endymion
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I only created Mary and Teddy, everything else belongs to Joss Weadon.
Feed Back: Yes'm.
Chapter Four- Teddy
Mary woke up lying next to a definate male body slumbering peacefully without breath. She ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair still perfectly soft after all these years. Her hand trailed down to his face, his cheek bones and lips. He still looked like he was only a 20 year old boy from the not-so-good part of London. Where as she still looked like a 19 year old girl from the high society part of London.
They had met 7 years after she had been turned. He was just some punk kid on the street, stealing and pick pocketing to survive. His dark, icy eyes had caught her. Made her shiver. His walk was almost feline, like some sort of wild cat in the jungle stuck in the confines of his mortal body as if it were a cage.
She didn't want to say anything to Spike because he would have kept her away from him. She didn't even want to mention the boy. Angelus would've killed him just to spite her.
But Darla and Dru saw it. They had been feeding around that part of town for a few days. Mary's eyes just kept wandering back to him on their own account.
"Oh, my little girl has a crush." Dru squealed joyfully. "Do you fancy him, darling? He does so remind me of my Spike. Doesn't he, Darla?"
"Why don't you change him, Mary?" Darla said, ignoring Dru. "He is a fine creature if I do say so myself."
"I don't think Spike would like that."
"No, but do it any way." She said confidently. "We are women and our men would do anything to make us happy."
Mary realised it was true. Angelus and Spike did anything that Darla and Dru asked them to. Spike would be angry, but only at first.
So she made him one of them. A vampire. An evil creature of the night. A defier of Gods will.
Back in the present, her fingertips traced his arms and Mary gave him a chaste kiss on the neck while snuggling closer to his bare chest. Strong arms wrapped around her and she exspelled a sigh. She had told him to stay outside of L.A. until she called for him, but he was always so impatient and protective. That was him. Her Teddy.
And they said vampires couldn't love.
****
"A soul? Angel, this is quite serious." Wesley said. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I can't kill her, Wes. Neither can Spike and we don't want anyone else to do it."
"You're still feeling guilty, aren't you?"
"Of course I am! You know what I put her through."
"You didn't have a soul-"
"That doesn't matter." Angel interrupted. "It was still low, even for Angelus."
"And you think you can make it up by giving her a soul?"
"I can't make it up, but I can try." He sighed. "I made her a monster. Just like I did to Spike."
"I'll look it up."
"Thanks, Wes."
****
"How'd you even get these, Spike?" Fred asked, concerned, as she stitched up one of Spikes newly acquired wounds.
"Just ran into so Maeylof demons." He winced at the deep stitch. "Thought I'd have some fun."
"When you say 'ran into' you don't mean literally right?" He just gave her a look. "Well, you could have fooled me. These are pretty bad."
"Had worse."
"I bet." She wiped her hand on a towel. "All done."
"Thanks, doc." Spike stood up and grabbed his duster.
"Spike, if you ever need to talk I'm here. I know that this must be hard on you."
"What? Getting the crap kicked out of me?"
"No, that's...that's not what I mean. I'm talking about, Mary."
"Oh. I'm fine."
"So you went to fight with a gang of demons even though you knew you'd loose, just because your fine?"
"Maybe I'm not dealing with this the best way, but I'm fine."
"Spike, please. It's not good to keep all these emotions inside. You're going to combust and I don't think I could stitch you back together if you do."
"What do you want me to say?"
"Maybe if you just tell me what's on your mind, tell me about you and Mary."
"She's my childe, there isn't too much more to it than that." He sat back down in the chair.
"Angel said you two were very close."
"The poofer needs to keep his mouth shut."
"It's my fault. I was prying." She looked a little ashamed of herself.
"It's alright, ducks." He gave her a comforting smile.
"She's like your daughter?"
"Sort of."
"Sort of?"
"Sire/Childe relationships tend to be more...um what's the bloody word?"
"Intimate?"
"I was going to go with sexual, but that's works too."
"Spike?"
"Yeah?"
"I think we're done talking."