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Memories from Dust
Chapter Three: No Running
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"What do you mean, you don't like to share?" I asked, following Spike as he checked the last few rooms on this floor for humans.
The vampire shrugged, scanning yet another bedroom and finding it empty. "What's mine is mine and I don' like sharing it."
He obviously didn't understand what I was trying to say. "But I'm not yours, to share or not."
"Says who?"
"Says me!"
He laughed. "Luv, you're in a house with four vampires. We're very possessive creatures: I saw you first, so you're mine."
"But—"
"It could be worse, you could belong to Angelus."
"I'm not a thing." I muttered, but had to admit he was right. Out of all the four vampires, Angelus frightened me the most.
"I heard that." He told me, reaching the last room on the floor. Once again, it was empty. "This one seems nice enough." He said, commenting on the guest bedroom at the end of the hallway.
I didn't say anything; it was too dark for me to see much until the numerous candles bolted to the walls of the room had been lit.
It was a nice room, fairly large with a carpet that was thick and soft, dark green in color. There was a king-sized four-poster bed standing prominently in the center of the room, it's comforter a deep shade of green. The curtains drawn back around the bed were the same shade, though made of silk.
There was a large wooden cabinet in one corner, and a black couch in another. Large windows decorated the eastern wall, with heavy black curtains that Spike drew, making sure the glass panes were completely covered.
"Stay here." Spike said, and I soon heard the sound of him searching through a closet or something of the like. I was contemplating whether or not to try and make a break for it (run down the hallway until I found the stairs, down the stairs which would lead to the front door, out the door . . .) when he came back in, holding a sizeable piece of rope.
"I'm goin' downstairs and tell the others what we found." He said, grabbing my wrists, and before I had time to react, binding my hands together. "And you get to stay right here."
"Do you really have to tie me up?" I asked as he pushed me to the floor and tied my already bound wrists to a bedpost.
"Do you really think I'm going to leave you here and trust that you won't run away?" He tied my ankles together.
"Yes." I said, smiling sweetly.
He laughed, cupping my face with his hands and kissing me lightly on the lips.
I snapped, trying to bight him, but once again he pulled away to quickly, leaving the room with a satisfied smirk.
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Not to long after, Drusilla glided into my room, looking pleased.
"I found you, Spike's toy with the pretty dress." She said, merrily.
I didn't know what to say to that.
"What's your name, dearie?" She asked, shutting the door behind her and bending down so that she was eye level with me.
"Aimee."
"Now Aimee," Drusilla said as she untied my hands. "Don't run away, for if you do my William will have a fit. He likes you, you know."
It didn't seem as though she wanted me to reply, so I remained quiet as she dropped the rope that had bound my hands to the floor.
"No running, no skipping, no jumping away." She sang, untying the string that laced up the back of my dress.
She looked so harmless, but memories of her teeth and the sight of her sharp fingernails kept me from moving.
"No flying or sneaking or sliding away." She carefully pulled my dark blue dress off of me.
I was now wearing nothing but a black lace bra with matching underwear, a rather skimpy ensemble.
"Wait." I said, as she began tying to hands to the bedpost again. "I need some clothes, something to wear."
"Shhhh." Drusilla replied, placing a white finger in front of my lips. "We must be very quiet, or Miss Edith will hear us and have to be punished."
I didn't know who Miss Edith was, but for fear that she was another vampire, I remained quiet.
"Princess has a new dress." She sang, skipping out of the room and leaving me along once more. "A very pretty one."
I found myself livid as she left; after all I had rather liked that dress. And it didn't help that she and Spike both seemed to have a tendency to tie ropes extremely tight: my wrists were starting to hurt.
I listened as Drusilla, outside my closed door, began talking. This time, she actually seemed to be speaking to someone, that someone being Spike.
"Do you like my new dress, William?"
"It's very pretty." He answered. "Not that you need clothes t' be beautiful."
She giggled. "Naughty, naughty you are."
"I can be naughtier, and seeing as we're trapped in this house for the next few days . . ."
"No, no, William. Daddy calls for me tonight." She giggled again. "Will you tie the back of my dress for me?"
"'Course, love." He said, though he no longer sounded enthusiastic.
I stopped listening as the pain in my wrists and ankles became more apparent. If Spike would just hurry up and get in here and untie me.
Finally he did. At least he came in, and immediately began pacing back and forth across the room, ignoring me completely.
"Spike?" I asked. "Could you untie me?" I got no response. "It's kind of getting painful . . ."
He continued ignoring me.
"William?" I asked, hoping his other name would get his attention.
It did.
"My name is Spike!" He shouted at me, across the room in a few strides and landing a harsh kick at my side.
I would have been sent flying across the room were it not for the fact that my wrists were still tied to the bedpost. As it happened, I ended up lying stretched out on the floor, Spike straddling me.
"William is dead." He said, voice dangerously soft. "Who am I?"
"Spike." I answered obediently. I wanted to protest that it wasn't fair—no one else got kicked when they called him William, but lying on the floor in only my underwear didn't put me in a good position to protest anything.
Spike seemed to notice this too. "That's a good girl." He said, dragging his fingers slowly up my bare stomach. "Now, what's my name?"
"Spike." I breathed, forgetting for the moment that I hated him and everything to do with him.
He moved his hands farther up my stomach, his fingers playing with the edge of my bra. My back arched off the floor, trying to bring him closer.
"Someone's eager." He teased, a grin on his face.
I captured his mouth in a kiss, and he kissed me back hungrily, this kiss not as soft as the first one but just as good.
Then, abruptly he pulled away, getting to his feet. "Let's find you some clothes, shall we?"
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Memories from Dust
Chapter Three: No Running
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"What do you mean, you don't like to share?" I asked, following Spike as he checked the last few rooms on this floor for humans.
The vampire shrugged, scanning yet another bedroom and finding it empty. "What's mine is mine and I don' like sharing it."
He obviously didn't understand what I was trying to say. "But I'm not yours, to share or not."
"Says who?"
"Says me!"
He laughed. "Luv, you're in a house with four vampires. We're very possessive creatures: I saw you first, so you're mine."
"But—"
"It could be worse, you could belong to Angelus."
"I'm not a thing." I muttered, but had to admit he was right. Out of all the four vampires, Angelus frightened me the most.
"I heard that." He told me, reaching the last room on the floor. Once again, it was empty. "This one seems nice enough." He said, commenting on the guest bedroom at the end of the hallway.
I didn't say anything; it was too dark for me to see much until the numerous candles bolted to the walls of the room had been lit.
It was a nice room, fairly large with a carpet that was thick and soft, dark green in color. There was a king-sized four-poster bed standing prominently in the center of the room, it's comforter a deep shade of green. The curtains drawn back around the bed were the same shade, though made of silk.
There was a large wooden cabinet in one corner, and a black couch in another. Large windows decorated the eastern wall, with heavy black curtains that Spike drew, making sure the glass panes were completely covered.
"Stay here." Spike said, and I soon heard the sound of him searching through a closet or something of the like. I was contemplating whether or not to try and make a break for it (run down the hallway until I found the stairs, down the stairs which would lead to the front door, out the door . . .) when he came back in, holding a sizeable piece of rope.
"I'm goin' downstairs and tell the others what we found." He said, grabbing my wrists, and before I had time to react, binding my hands together. "And you get to stay right here."
"Do you really have to tie me up?" I asked as he pushed me to the floor and tied my already bound wrists to a bedpost.
"Do you really think I'm going to leave you here and trust that you won't run away?" He tied my ankles together.
"Yes." I said, smiling sweetly.
He laughed, cupping my face with his hands and kissing me lightly on the lips.
I snapped, trying to bight him, but once again he pulled away to quickly, leaving the room with a satisfied smirk.
* * *
Not to long after, Drusilla glided into my room, looking pleased.
"I found you, Spike's toy with the pretty dress." She said, merrily.
I didn't know what to say to that.
"What's your name, dearie?" She asked, shutting the door behind her and bending down so that she was eye level with me.
"Aimee."
"Now Aimee," Drusilla said as she untied my hands. "Don't run away, for if you do my William will have a fit. He likes you, you know."
It didn't seem as though she wanted me to reply, so I remained quiet as she dropped the rope that had bound my hands to the floor.
"No running, no skipping, no jumping away." She sang, untying the string that laced up the back of my dress.
She looked so harmless, but memories of her teeth and the sight of her sharp fingernails kept me from moving.
"No flying or sneaking or sliding away." She carefully pulled my dark blue dress off of me.
I was now wearing nothing but a black lace bra with matching underwear, a rather skimpy ensemble.
"Wait." I said, as she began tying to hands to the bedpost again. "I need some clothes, something to wear."
"Shhhh." Drusilla replied, placing a white finger in front of my lips. "We must be very quiet, or Miss Edith will hear us and have to be punished."
I didn't know who Miss Edith was, but for fear that she was another vampire, I remained quiet.
"Princess has a new dress." She sang, skipping out of the room and leaving me along once more. "A very pretty one."
I found myself livid as she left; after all I had rather liked that dress. And it didn't help that she and Spike both seemed to have a tendency to tie ropes extremely tight: my wrists were starting to hurt.
I listened as Drusilla, outside my closed door, began talking. This time, she actually seemed to be speaking to someone, that someone being Spike.
"Do you like my new dress, William?"
"It's very pretty." He answered. "Not that you need clothes t' be beautiful."
She giggled. "Naughty, naughty you are."
"I can be naughtier, and seeing as we're trapped in this house for the next few days . . ."
"No, no, William. Daddy calls for me tonight." She giggled again. "Will you tie the back of my dress for me?"
"'Course, love." He said, though he no longer sounded enthusiastic.
I stopped listening as the pain in my wrists and ankles became more apparent. If Spike would just hurry up and get in here and untie me.
Finally he did. At least he came in, and immediately began pacing back and forth across the room, ignoring me completely.
"Spike?" I asked. "Could you untie me?" I got no response. "It's kind of getting painful . . ."
He continued ignoring me.
"William?" I asked, hoping his other name would get his attention.
It did.
"My name is Spike!" He shouted at me, across the room in a few strides and landing a harsh kick at my side.
I would have been sent flying across the room were it not for the fact that my wrists were still tied to the bedpost. As it happened, I ended up lying stretched out on the floor, Spike straddling me.
"William is dead." He said, voice dangerously soft. "Who am I?"
"Spike." I answered obediently. I wanted to protest that it wasn't fair—no one else got kicked when they called him William, but lying on the floor in only my underwear didn't put me in a good position to protest anything.
Spike seemed to notice this too. "That's a good girl." He said, dragging his fingers slowly up my bare stomach. "Now, what's my name?"
"Spike." I breathed, forgetting for the moment that I hated him and everything to do with him.
He moved his hands farther up my stomach, his fingers playing with the edge of my bra. My back arched off the floor, trying to bring him closer.
"Someone's eager." He teased, a grin on his face.
I captured his mouth in a kiss, and he kissed me back hungrily, this kiss not as soft as the first one but just as good.
Then, abruptly he pulled away, getting to his feet. "Let's find you some clothes, shall we?"
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