Disclaimer: Nope, it's still not mine. And I couldn't find the rights
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Rating: R
Timeline: Set back in the good old days with the gang of four, baby! Angelus is soulless, and therefore Spike is yet to kill his first slayer.
Summary: One girl who was supposed to be Spike's dinner finds herself in the midst of the gang of four; a story from the POV of Spike's childe. (Original character)
Feedback: Please review!
Archive: If you want it, you can have it—just tell me where it's going.
Memories from Dust
~~Part One: Life~~
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It was dark inside the club, the smoke from so many cigarettes making it even harder to see.
I had full, honey-brown hair that fell down to just past my shoulders, a few strands hanging down in front of my face, casting shadows over my deep brown eyes, which were lined with smoky eyeliner and dark mascara.
I stood in the shadows, watching the crowd of men drink and smoke, talk and, some slowly, some quickly spend money. There were few women in the club, and all of them were like me. Seeking the money we would get by offering our bodies; our 'services.'
I was wearing a long blue dress, with a low neck and a lace-up back. From my waist up the dress was skintight; from the waist down it became looser and slightly transparent. (You couldn't see much more than the shadows of my legs.) Still, it was enough; the eyes of more then one 'gentleman' followed me. One of them in particular caught my eye.
I couldn't say why I found him appealing: he was of average height, with light brown hair. His skin looked an unhealthy shade of white, but I assumed it only seemed so because of the completely black ensemble he was wearing. I caught him watching me once, looked away, and when I glanced back he had disappeared, hidden in the shadows or the crowd—was there really a difference between the two?
I hadn't always been like this, waiting in darkened rooms for men to come and 'buy love' from me. Love they called it, though I loved none of them and I doubt they cared for me.
If you had told me at 16 that when I was 22 I would be an experienced whore, I would have slapped you until your face was red and ordered you punished. And punished you would be, for who would argue with one of the wealthiest nobles in all England?
It didn't matter now though, for I was no longer wealthy, and certainly not noble.
"Now, what's a pretty girl like you doin' in a place like this?" A deep voice behind me asked.
I spun around quickly, and found myself facing him; the same man I had been watching before.
"I think you know very well what I'm doing here." I replied, annoyed that he had startled me so.
"'Ey there pet, no need t' get shirty." Did I mention the color of his eyes? A pale blue, so clear I felt as though I could see right through them. "Why don' we go for a walk?" He offered me his arm.
"It'll cost you."
He laughed, a smile breaking across his pale face and stretching towards the sharp cheekbones. "And how much would it cost me to spend a mere hour in your sweet presence?"
I found myself blushing as I mumbled the reply, pocketing the money while we strode out the doorway hand in hand. The cold night air hit me with a piercing freshness welcomed after too many hours in that smoke filled club.
"What's your name, pet?" He asked me, pulling me closer as we got farther from the club.
"Aimee." I answered truthfully. (At times I spun tales and created names to my liking. Now was not such a time.)
"A pretty name for a prettier girl."
There I was, blushing again. Other men had sweet-talked to me before, but it hardly affected me.
"And will you give me yours?"
"Spike." He said, and that was it. Just Spike.
He led me into an alleyway, and against my better judgment I followed. Something about him sent shivers of excitement through me, and the thought of what lay ahead did not seem quite as dreadful.
He leaned down to kiss me, and gently our lips caught. I was burning with lust and trying to remember if I had drank any wine this night. I had never felt this way before, never wanted something out of my partner: my whole body screamed to join with his, but for now I savored the kiss.
I was busy savoring when another voice rang out behind me.
"William." He said, in an accent that sounded as though he had come strange from the green hills of Ireland. "I've been looking all over for you."
Spike broke away from the kiss, looking at the man behind me in disgust.
"It's still hours 'till sunlight, peaches." He drawled. "And since when do you care if I burn?"
"I don't care." This man was taller then Spike, with dark hair and darker eyes; he looked like the men you were warned to stay away from. "It's Drusilla. There's a growing mob claiming she's the devil, and they're burning the building we've been staying in at sunrise. She insisted that I warn her 'little boy'."
"Who is he?" I asked Spike, the first thing I'd said since the dark one arrived.
"'S just Angelus."
"Angelus?"
"My bloody grandsire."
"Shut her up." Angelus commanded, and Spike obediently moved his hand over my mouth.
"We could probably beat them."
"It's too risky."
"Don't you ever get tired of fighting battles you know you're going to win?"
"No." Angelus answered. "Now come on, I'll make sure you regret it if someone dusts because of you."
"I'll catch up with you lot, I'm busy at the moment."
"William—"
"My name's Spike!"
"You're coming, now." He ordered, obviously annoyed with the other man.
"I'm busy, mate."
"I. Don't. Care. We have to find another place to stay before sunrise, and no one is going to be welcoming strangers into their house tonight. Dru will have a fit if they get you, so we're going. Now."
I bit down on the hand that was covering my mouth.
"Ey!" He exclaimed, surprised, then turned to Angelus. "I like this one."
Angelus rolled his eyes, and before I could react he had grabbed me around the waist, hoisted me on to his shoulder and began to run further out of town.
"Ey, that one's mine! Put 'er down you soddin' poofter!" Spike cried running after us.
The dark one, or Angelus as he was called, stopped when we were a few minutes running from the alley. He still had me hoisted rather indecently over his shoulder; no amount of struggling and kicking on my part could free me.
It was only a few seconds before Spike (or was his name William? I did not know or care by this time) had caught up with us.
"Give her back!"
"Will you come with me, then?"
Spike glared at him but nodded. In one fluid motion, Angelus pulled me off his shoulder and tossed me towards the smaller man.
I shrieked, and did not stop screaming even after I had been safely caught.
"Quiet." Spike instructed me, placing my now unshod feet on the ground and his hand over my mouth.
"And don't bite me again," he said, predicting my next actions. "Because if you do I'll bite you back."
"I'll bite harder." I said, looking at his teeth skeptically.
"I doubt it." He said with laughing eyes, and then he changed.
It was as if his entire face shifted: his skin became rougher and ridges appeared, mainly around his eyes and forehead. His eyes had gone from pale blue to a golden yellow, but it was the teeth that caught my attention. His canine teeth were long and white, and very, very sharp—like the teeth of the mythical 'vampires' I had read stories about.
I screamed through the hand clamped over my mouth.
His face shifted back to normal, a look of annoyance playing across it. "Quiet!" He hissed.
Immediately my mouth closed and my screaming ceased.
Angelus was watching this all with an amused expression on his face. "What is it about this one that makes you so keen on keeping her?" He asked.
Spike shrugged. "I jus' like her is all." (I still believe he also just wanted to annoy Angelus.)
"Do I 'ave t' carry you, or can you walk?" Spike asked me as Angelus started onward.
"I have legs."
"Good then." He grasped my arm tightly, pulling me along with him. As we walked down the street the two men blended into the shadows, they wouldn't have been seen unless someone was looking for them.
Soon I was pulled into another alley, this one as dark as the previous. Two women were waiting there; both had pale skin, but one's hair was a creamy blond and the others' was dark black.
"What took you so long?" The blond woman asked sharply.
"My William is back!" The dark haired woman exclaimed in delight, rushing towards Spike. "Daddy didn't want to get you, put I told him I couldn't bear it if they took my little boy away from me."
"'S all right, Drusilla baby." He comforted her, pulling her into a kiss. "I'm here now."
"We have to find somewhere else to stay." Angelus was telling the blond woman. "And soon. It's not long until sunrise. There are some warehouses on the edge of town, it shouldn't take us too long to get there, if we hurry."
"Can't we stay somewhere nice?" The blond woman protested. "For the past week we've been in a rundown building!"
"But no one will welcome strangers into their house, not tonight."
"What have you brought?!" The dark haired woman, Drusilla, asked Spike with excitement when she spotted me.
When Spike had released his hold on me I had shrunk to the edge of the group: too afraid to run but hoping they would forget about me.
"You have found yourself a toy, you have." Drusilla said, voice childlike. "She looks delicious—may I have a taste?"
"Of course, princess." Spike replied.
Drusilla's face shifted like Spike's had done earlier, and she grabbed by hand, placing one of my fingers in her mouth daintily as though it were a pastry treat.
A sharp fang bit into my finger, and I cried out. (In vain, as my scream was quickly stifled by the hand of Spike's that always seemed to find itself over my mouth.)
My cry had alerted the other two, who were now watching as Drusilla sucked the blood from my cut, dropping my finger from her mouth and smiling with satisfaction. "She tastes very sweet." Drusilla told Spike as I hastily put my hands behind my back.
"What is she doing here?" The blond woman, Darla, asked.
"Some play-thing of William's." Angelus answered.
"My name's Spike." Spike muttered, although no one paid him any attention.
"Would some one kill it?" Darla demanded, eyeing me with disgust. "She's going to give us away."
"Hold on. The people here aren't goin' to invite anyone they don't know into their houses." Angelus said, a calculating expression on his face. "Do the people in this town know you?" He asked me.
"M-most." I told him. (Many of the upper class knew me because I used to be some one with whom they would associate. The rest knew me because they were customers at the club I worked in.)
"Good then." Angelus informed me. "We've got a job for you."
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I stared at the large oak door in front of me and gulped nervously. I had strict, simple, orders. All I had to do was convince whoever opened the door to invite me in, no matter how I did it. They had to invite me verbally, something such as 'come in' or 'I invite you inside.'
I had thought of telling whoever opened the door my story and hoping they would help me, but it turns out all four of them could change their faces like Spike and Drusilla. Surprisingly, four pairs of golden eyes and sharp teeth are very convincing.
I couldn't see any of the four now; they had managed to hide themselves very effectively in the shadows of the large manor. But I knew they were very, very close by. I took a deep breath, stepped forward and knocked loudly on the door.
Minutes passed and nothing happened. I was about to knock again when finally the door swung opened.
The unfortunate butler who opened it was someone I knew—in fact he had been one of my 'customers' not a month ago. He looked as though he had just pulled himself out of bed to answer the calling doorbell, his hair slightly out of order instead of in its usual slicked back state.
He was a large man, taller than either of the two concealed in the shadows somewhere behind me. He was also muscular, the muscles easily seen as he was only wearing a robe and slippers opposed too his usual suit and tie. For a moment, I wondered if he could overpower the other four, but I quickly discarded that thought. His teeth weren't sharp enough.
"Sir." I said desperately. "Please, may I take shelter in your house, only for the night?"
He looked at me suspiciously. "I cannot simply invite strangers into my masters' house. It is said that demons and monsters abound tonight."
"But I'm no monster, Edmund. You know who I am; we got to know each other quite well not long ago!"
"True, true. But what would my master say if I simply let a stranger into his household?"
I was getting desperate now, searching for any way to persuade Edmund to invite me in. Who knew what the demons behind me would do if he continued to refuse?
"I'll be very quiet, and leave early in the morning, your employer will never know I was here. I too am afraid of the demons said to be out tonight, what could I do against them?" I pleaded. "Please, Edmund, I do not wish to fall prey to such monsters."
"I'm sorry." He said, and began to close the door.
"Wait!" I cried out, grabbing the money Spike had given me earlier from my pocket. "I have money. Could you be persuaded to let me in for a small fee?"
The door opened a little wider; the butler was looking interested. "But if you are found, I could get thrown out . . ."
"No one will know I was here, I promise." He didn't look quite convinced; in any second the door was going to start closing again. "And if I spend the night," I said, dragging a hand down my chest and fingering the low neckline of my dress suggestively. "I'm sure could get to know each other better."
Now I had him. "Alright then," he said, taking the money from my hand and pulling me inside. "Come in."
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AN: So, what did you think? Please Review!
Rating: R
Timeline: Set back in the good old days with the gang of four, baby! Angelus is soulless, and therefore Spike is yet to kill his first slayer.
Summary: One girl who was supposed to be Spike's dinner finds herself in the midst of the gang of four; a story from the POV of Spike's childe. (Original character)
Feedback: Please review!
Archive: If you want it, you can have it—just tell me where it's going.
Memories from Dust
~~Part One: Life~~
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter One: Demons in Town = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
It was dark inside the club, the smoke from so many cigarettes making it even harder to see.
I had full, honey-brown hair that fell down to just past my shoulders, a few strands hanging down in front of my face, casting shadows over my deep brown eyes, which were lined with smoky eyeliner and dark mascara.
I stood in the shadows, watching the crowd of men drink and smoke, talk and, some slowly, some quickly spend money. There were few women in the club, and all of them were like me. Seeking the money we would get by offering our bodies; our 'services.'
I was wearing a long blue dress, with a low neck and a lace-up back. From my waist up the dress was skintight; from the waist down it became looser and slightly transparent. (You couldn't see much more than the shadows of my legs.) Still, it was enough; the eyes of more then one 'gentleman' followed me. One of them in particular caught my eye.
I couldn't say why I found him appealing: he was of average height, with light brown hair. His skin looked an unhealthy shade of white, but I assumed it only seemed so because of the completely black ensemble he was wearing. I caught him watching me once, looked away, and when I glanced back he had disappeared, hidden in the shadows or the crowd—was there really a difference between the two?
I hadn't always been like this, waiting in darkened rooms for men to come and 'buy love' from me. Love they called it, though I loved none of them and I doubt they cared for me.
If you had told me at 16 that when I was 22 I would be an experienced whore, I would have slapped you until your face was red and ordered you punished. And punished you would be, for who would argue with one of the wealthiest nobles in all England?
It didn't matter now though, for I was no longer wealthy, and certainly not noble.
"Now, what's a pretty girl like you doin' in a place like this?" A deep voice behind me asked.
I spun around quickly, and found myself facing him; the same man I had been watching before.
"I think you know very well what I'm doing here." I replied, annoyed that he had startled me so.
"'Ey there pet, no need t' get shirty." Did I mention the color of his eyes? A pale blue, so clear I felt as though I could see right through them. "Why don' we go for a walk?" He offered me his arm.
"It'll cost you."
He laughed, a smile breaking across his pale face and stretching towards the sharp cheekbones. "And how much would it cost me to spend a mere hour in your sweet presence?"
I found myself blushing as I mumbled the reply, pocketing the money while we strode out the doorway hand in hand. The cold night air hit me with a piercing freshness welcomed after too many hours in that smoke filled club.
"What's your name, pet?" He asked me, pulling me closer as we got farther from the club.
"Aimee." I answered truthfully. (At times I spun tales and created names to my liking. Now was not such a time.)
"A pretty name for a prettier girl."
There I was, blushing again. Other men had sweet-talked to me before, but it hardly affected me.
"And will you give me yours?"
"Spike." He said, and that was it. Just Spike.
He led me into an alleyway, and against my better judgment I followed. Something about him sent shivers of excitement through me, and the thought of what lay ahead did not seem quite as dreadful.
He leaned down to kiss me, and gently our lips caught. I was burning with lust and trying to remember if I had drank any wine this night. I had never felt this way before, never wanted something out of my partner: my whole body screamed to join with his, but for now I savored the kiss.
I was busy savoring when another voice rang out behind me.
"William." He said, in an accent that sounded as though he had come strange from the green hills of Ireland. "I've been looking all over for you."
Spike broke away from the kiss, looking at the man behind me in disgust.
"It's still hours 'till sunlight, peaches." He drawled. "And since when do you care if I burn?"
"I don't care." This man was taller then Spike, with dark hair and darker eyes; he looked like the men you were warned to stay away from. "It's Drusilla. There's a growing mob claiming she's the devil, and they're burning the building we've been staying in at sunrise. She insisted that I warn her 'little boy'."
"Who is he?" I asked Spike, the first thing I'd said since the dark one arrived.
"'S just Angelus."
"Angelus?"
"My bloody grandsire."
"Shut her up." Angelus commanded, and Spike obediently moved his hand over my mouth.
"We could probably beat them."
"It's too risky."
"Don't you ever get tired of fighting battles you know you're going to win?"
"No." Angelus answered. "Now come on, I'll make sure you regret it if someone dusts because of you."
"I'll catch up with you lot, I'm busy at the moment."
"William—"
"My name's Spike!"
"You're coming, now." He ordered, obviously annoyed with the other man.
"I'm busy, mate."
"I. Don't. Care. We have to find another place to stay before sunrise, and no one is going to be welcoming strangers into their house tonight. Dru will have a fit if they get you, so we're going. Now."
I bit down on the hand that was covering my mouth.
"Ey!" He exclaimed, surprised, then turned to Angelus. "I like this one."
Angelus rolled his eyes, and before I could react he had grabbed me around the waist, hoisted me on to his shoulder and began to run further out of town.
"Ey, that one's mine! Put 'er down you soddin' poofter!" Spike cried running after us.
The dark one, or Angelus as he was called, stopped when we were a few minutes running from the alley. He still had me hoisted rather indecently over his shoulder; no amount of struggling and kicking on my part could free me.
It was only a few seconds before Spike (or was his name William? I did not know or care by this time) had caught up with us.
"Give her back!"
"Will you come with me, then?"
Spike glared at him but nodded. In one fluid motion, Angelus pulled me off his shoulder and tossed me towards the smaller man.
I shrieked, and did not stop screaming even after I had been safely caught.
"Quiet." Spike instructed me, placing my now unshod feet on the ground and his hand over my mouth.
"And don't bite me again," he said, predicting my next actions. "Because if you do I'll bite you back."
"I'll bite harder." I said, looking at his teeth skeptically.
"I doubt it." He said with laughing eyes, and then he changed.
It was as if his entire face shifted: his skin became rougher and ridges appeared, mainly around his eyes and forehead. His eyes had gone from pale blue to a golden yellow, but it was the teeth that caught my attention. His canine teeth were long and white, and very, very sharp—like the teeth of the mythical 'vampires' I had read stories about.
I screamed through the hand clamped over my mouth.
His face shifted back to normal, a look of annoyance playing across it. "Quiet!" He hissed.
Immediately my mouth closed and my screaming ceased.
Angelus was watching this all with an amused expression on his face. "What is it about this one that makes you so keen on keeping her?" He asked.
Spike shrugged. "I jus' like her is all." (I still believe he also just wanted to annoy Angelus.)
"Do I 'ave t' carry you, or can you walk?" Spike asked me as Angelus started onward.
"I have legs."
"Good then." He grasped my arm tightly, pulling me along with him. As we walked down the street the two men blended into the shadows, they wouldn't have been seen unless someone was looking for them.
Soon I was pulled into another alley, this one as dark as the previous. Two women were waiting there; both had pale skin, but one's hair was a creamy blond and the others' was dark black.
"What took you so long?" The blond woman asked sharply.
"My William is back!" The dark haired woman exclaimed in delight, rushing towards Spike. "Daddy didn't want to get you, put I told him I couldn't bear it if they took my little boy away from me."
"'S all right, Drusilla baby." He comforted her, pulling her into a kiss. "I'm here now."
"We have to find somewhere else to stay." Angelus was telling the blond woman. "And soon. It's not long until sunrise. There are some warehouses on the edge of town, it shouldn't take us too long to get there, if we hurry."
"Can't we stay somewhere nice?" The blond woman protested. "For the past week we've been in a rundown building!"
"But no one will welcome strangers into their house, not tonight."
"What have you brought?!" The dark haired woman, Drusilla, asked Spike with excitement when she spotted me.
When Spike had released his hold on me I had shrunk to the edge of the group: too afraid to run but hoping they would forget about me.
"You have found yourself a toy, you have." Drusilla said, voice childlike. "She looks delicious—may I have a taste?"
"Of course, princess." Spike replied.
Drusilla's face shifted like Spike's had done earlier, and she grabbed by hand, placing one of my fingers in her mouth daintily as though it were a pastry treat.
A sharp fang bit into my finger, and I cried out. (In vain, as my scream was quickly stifled by the hand of Spike's that always seemed to find itself over my mouth.)
My cry had alerted the other two, who were now watching as Drusilla sucked the blood from my cut, dropping my finger from her mouth and smiling with satisfaction. "She tastes very sweet." Drusilla told Spike as I hastily put my hands behind my back.
"What is she doing here?" The blond woman, Darla, asked.
"Some play-thing of William's." Angelus answered.
"My name's Spike." Spike muttered, although no one paid him any attention.
"Would some one kill it?" Darla demanded, eyeing me with disgust. "She's going to give us away."
"Hold on. The people here aren't goin' to invite anyone they don't know into their houses." Angelus said, a calculating expression on his face. "Do the people in this town know you?" He asked me.
"M-most." I told him. (Many of the upper class knew me because I used to be some one with whom they would associate. The rest knew me because they were customers at the club I worked in.)
"Good then." Angelus informed me. "We've got a job for you."
* * * * * * *
I stared at the large oak door in front of me and gulped nervously. I had strict, simple, orders. All I had to do was convince whoever opened the door to invite me in, no matter how I did it. They had to invite me verbally, something such as 'come in' or 'I invite you inside.'
I had thought of telling whoever opened the door my story and hoping they would help me, but it turns out all four of them could change their faces like Spike and Drusilla. Surprisingly, four pairs of golden eyes and sharp teeth are very convincing.
I couldn't see any of the four now; they had managed to hide themselves very effectively in the shadows of the large manor. But I knew they were very, very close by. I took a deep breath, stepped forward and knocked loudly on the door.
Minutes passed and nothing happened. I was about to knock again when finally the door swung opened.
The unfortunate butler who opened it was someone I knew—in fact he had been one of my 'customers' not a month ago. He looked as though he had just pulled himself out of bed to answer the calling doorbell, his hair slightly out of order instead of in its usual slicked back state.
He was a large man, taller than either of the two concealed in the shadows somewhere behind me. He was also muscular, the muscles easily seen as he was only wearing a robe and slippers opposed too his usual suit and tie. For a moment, I wondered if he could overpower the other four, but I quickly discarded that thought. His teeth weren't sharp enough.
"Sir." I said desperately. "Please, may I take shelter in your house, only for the night?"
He looked at me suspiciously. "I cannot simply invite strangers into my masters' house. It is said that demons and monsters abound tonight."
"But I'm no monster, Edmund. You know who I am; we got to know each other quite well not long ago!"
"True, true. But what would my master say if I simply let a stranger into his household?"
I was getting desperate now, searching for any way to persuade Edmund to invite me in. Who knew what the demons behind me would do if he continued to refuse?
"I'll be very quiet, and leave early in the morning, your employer will never know I was here. I too am afraid of the demons said to be out tonight, what could I do against them?" I pleaded. "Please, Edmund, I do not wish to fall prey to such monsters."
"I'm sorry." He said, and began to close the door.
"Wait!" I cried out, grabbing the money Spike had given me earlier from my pocket. "I have money. Could you be persuaded to let me in for a small fee?"
The door opened a little wider; the butler was looking interested. "But if you are found, I could get thrown out . . ."
"No one will know I was here, I promise." He didn't look quite convinced; in any second the door was going to start closing again. "And if I spend the night," I said, dragging a hand down my chest and fingering the low neckline of my dress suggestively. "I'm sure could get to know each other better."
Now I had him. "Alright then," he said, taking the money from my hand and pulling me inside. "Come in."
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AN: So, what did you think? Please Review!