Souls Found
None of these characters are mine; all credit goes to the writers of BtVS. If you wish to share, this work with someone be my guest just give me credit.
If you want background - read Lost Souls.
Chapter 4
The silver knife cuts sharply. She forces it with all of her will. Immediately, she is gasping for unneeded breath, totally lost without this tie to her sire, her mate. Being a fledging, albeit a strong one, she feels herself fading without that anchor, her demon weakening and taking the rest of her with it.
Just as she relaxes into the sensation, blood enters her mouth. Her demon immediately accepts the offering and she draws hard on the pro-offered wrist.
Suddenly things spin outward and she finds herself in corporeal form. A very solid form as holding her and with every draw on this fount, she feels millions of tiny, unseen cords reaching blindly for this being - his strength.
Spike has never sired a true childe before. Minions sure but never this, never anything close to this. Even though she is the one feeding, he feels as if he is absorbing her into his very pores. The feeling leaves him drunk as she continues to take from her, cementing the bond between them.
Almost giddy with the need to finish the bond and secure it even further, Spike whispers a few bonding incantations that he most certainly picked up from Dru. As her feeding slacks off, his own desire rages and he quickly takes her neck and bites deeply before she has any time to react. She sighs at the contact in obvious welcome.
This claiming, the feelings it inspires, calms her, it fills her with satisfaction as indeed the hurt is dulled. The hole inside of her is being filled with golden light. She feels warm and happy and responds by holding tightly to the figure who has given her this peace. With every moment, the warmth inside of her seems to pulse and multiply until it is a living thing - golden and good.
Spike feels this entity - golden and good - throbbing inside of her and unconsciously, it is as if his demon seeks to draw on it. As soon as he deliberately seeks to touch this part of her, he feels himself drawing this part of her into himself just as surely her blood.
The length of time that they are together seems limitless as they fall together into a sleep like neither has felt before. The last sense either experience is the laughter of the dark witch herself.
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Angel, Xander and Willow are making their way back inside the mansion with Angel suddenly collapses. It takes several long, tense moments before he comes to and the children experience the unrest that comes when there is a disturbance in their direct line.
Finally, his eyes open and he turns to them. "She's gone, oh God, I can't feel her!"
Willow again tries to sooth him. "Angel, she's still here, we need to go to her, but she's here. Remember?"
Angel shakes his head as he struggles to stand. Begrudgingly, he accepts help from Xander who is practically carrying him as they make their way forward.
He desperately restates his plea; "I can't feel her! It's Spike, he's done something to her."
At those words, all three of them shift and run into the lair.
**********************
The picture they find as they literally roar into the room is disquieting and not remotely dangerous. Both fair heads are asleep. So deeply asleep, it seems that even three vampire rushing in the door doesn't wake them. And while their arms are wrapped securely around each other, their clothes are still on and they are lying above the covers.
Xander and Willow look to Angel for guidance. Angel's human face looks stunned, but he manages to withhold the impulse to pull the two away from each other. For the first time in over 24 hours, Buffy is peaceful. He is thankful for this.
Taking charge - again - Willow, draws both men from the room and shuts the door. After forcing some nutrition on them, she has to practically tuck the two in bed to get them to rest. OH Yeah, even as a Vamp, I'm like all Milk and Cookies! On the other hand, she thinks with a smile - and she crawls into bed in between the two dark men. Milk and Cookies could be a yummy combination!
TBC
None of these characters are mine; all credit goes to the writers of BtVS. If you wish to share, this work with someone be my guest just give me credit.
If you want background - read Lost Souls.
Chapter 4
The silver knife cuts sharply. She forces it with all of her will. Immediately, she is gasping for unneeded breath, totally lost without this tie to her sire, her mate. Being a fledging, albeit a strong one, she feels herself fading without that anchor, her demon weakening and taking the rest of her with it.
Just as she relaxes into the sensation, blood enters her mouth. Her demon immediately accepts the offering and she draws hard on the pro-offered wrist.
Suddenly things spin outward and she finds herself in corporeal form. A very solid form as holding her and with every draw on this fount, she feels millions of tiny, unseen cords reaching blindly for this being - his strength.
Spike has never sired a true childe before. Minions sure but never this, never anything close to this. Even though she is the one feeding, he feels as if he is absorbing her into his very pores. The feeling leaves him drunk as she continues to take from her, cementing the bond between them.
Almost giddy with the need to finish the bond and secure it even further, Spike whispers a few bonding incantations that he most certainly picked up from Dru. As her feeding slacks off, his own desire rages and he quickly takes her neck and bites deeply before she has any time to react. She sighs at the contact in obvious welcome.
This claiming, the feelings it inspires, calms her, it fills her with satisfaction as indeed the hurt is dulled. The hole inside of her is being filled with golden light. She feels warm and happy and responds by holding tightly to the figure who has given her this peace. With every moment, the warmth inside of her seems to pulse and multiply until it is a living thing - golden and good.
Spike feels this entity - golden and good - throbbing inside of her and unconsciously, it is as if his demon seeks to draw on it. As soon as he deliberately seeks to touch this part of her, he feels himself drawing this part of her into himself just as surely her blood.
The length of time that they are together seems limitless as they fall together into a sleep like neither has felt before. The last sense either experience is the laughter of the dark witch herself.
**********************
Angel, Xander and Willow are making their way back inside the mansion with Angel suddenly collapses. It takes several long, tense moments before he comes to and the children experience the unrest that comes when there is a disturbance in their direct line.
Finally, his eyes open and he turns to them. "She's gone, oh God, I can't feel her!"
Willow again tries to sooth him. "Angel, she's still here, we need to go to her, but she's here. Remember?"
Angel shakes his head as he struggles to stand. Begrudgingly, he accepts help from Xander who is practically carrying him as they make their way forward.
He desperately restates his plea; "I can't feel her! It's Spike, he's done something to her."
At those words, all three of them shift and run into the lair.
**********************
The picture they find as they literally roar into the room is disquieting and not remotely dangerous. Both fair heads are asleep. So deeply asleep, it seems that even three vampire rushing in the door doesn't wake them. And while their arms are wrapped securely around each other, their clothes are still on and they are lying above the covers.
Xander and Willow look to Angel for guidance. Angel's human face looks stunned, but he manages to withhold the impulse to pull the two away from each other. For the first time in over 24 hours, Buffy is peaceful. He is thankful for this.
Taking charge - again - Willow, draws both men from the room and shuts the door. After forcing some nutrition on them, she has to practically tuck the two in bed to get them to rest. OH Yeah, even as a Vamp, I'm like all Milk and Cookies! On the other hand, she thinks with a smile - and she crawls into bed in between the two dark men. Milk and Cookies could be a yummy combination!
TBC