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AN: Sorry for the long wait: it's finals week, so school's been hectic.
Memories from Dust
Chapter Seven: Tuesday
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After a bit of wandering, I found my way back to the room. About a half hour later, Spike came in, and although he must've been at it with Drusilla for at least an hour, he seemed ready for another go.
"Hello, there." He said with a smile, pulling me into kiss him.
I was still angry with him, as I figured it was all Spike's fault I'd run in with Angelus in the first place, so I pushed him off angrily.
"C'mon, pet." He grinned, catching my wrist in his hand. "Don' get your—"
He stopped, taking in my scent. "You reek of Angelus." He said with disgust, looking at me with pure hatred. "I get it; the moment I turn my back, you go off and have your fun with him." His voice was dangerously cold, and his grip on my wrist was starting to hurt.
"Spike—"
"I should've know; after all, you are a whore."
"Spike! You—"
"Quiet!" He pushed me roughly across the room, sending me crashing into the wall. "Did you think I wouldn't know? Do you think I'm stupid?"
"You were practically on top of Drusilla, right in front of me!"
"That doesn't have anything to do with it!" He grabbed a vase of wilting flowers and threw it against the wall, missing me by mere inches. "What is so great about him? What is it about Angelus that everyone adores? You were supposed to be mine!" He smashed his fist against the wall right above my head, making me flinch as bits of plaster fell onto me.
"I didn't want him to do it! I wasn't bloody encouraging him!"
"It's a little late to start tellin' me that, don' you think? I'm not an idiot! Tell you what, since you seem to like my soddin' grandsire so much, why don't I just hand you over to him and let the two of you have your fun." He grabbed my wrist again, and pulled me towards the door. "And I'm not goin' t' do a single thing when he makes you scream; but you girl, you're goin' to regret it."
"Stop it!" I tried to free myself from his grasp, but he held tight. "Let go of me!" I kicked him in the shins, and he used his free hand to slap me across the face.
"Shut up." He said coldly. I opened my mouth to respond, but Angelus' voice wandered into my head, telling me how surprising it was that I was still alive. And so I closed my mouth and let Spike lead me down the hallway.
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Angelus was stretched across a couch, reminding me of a cat laying in the sun after a satisfying meal. "I see you noticed I sampled your toy." He said lazily as Spike entered with me in tow.
"I bloody well did." Spike said, looking like he wanted to jump across the room and pull the older vampire's head off.
Angelus laughed. "She'd a feisty lass, that one. She was throwin' make-up at me, yellin' and screamin', but I got 'er in the end." He grinned at me before turning back to Spike.
"Somethin' you want, William?"
Angelus didn't know it, but he'd just helped me out a great deal; at least now Spike knew that I wasn't trying to mess with Angelus behind his back.
"Don' touch my things."
"I already have." Angelus laughed as we left.
I broke away from Spike's grasp as soon as we were in the hallway.
"Aimee . . ."
I ignored him and kept walking; I had no place to go but the room I'd been staying in for the past few days.
"Aimee,"
"Sod off!" I slammed the door behind me and imagined with satisfaction Spike blinking in surprise as he found himself staring at the heavy wooden door.
"Open the door." He told me.
"No." I leaned against it, hoping my weight would block him.
"Aimee!"
"I hate you!"
"Open the door." His voice dropped dangerously, reminding me that he was a vampire. "I doubt you'll last the night." Angelus' words echoed through my head.
I wanted to last the night. And the week, and the month, and the year. I stepped away from the door, fleeing to the couch on the other side of the room.
He sat down next to me. "Look, Aimee . . ."
I hugged my knees to my chest and counted the freckles on my fingers; one on my pinkie, none on my ring finger . . . it's strange on how few freckles you get on your fingers.
"Are you even trying to listen to me?"
"No." I informed him. "But I have three freckles on my middle finger."
He grabbed my chin, turning my face up towards him and took a deep, un- needed breath. "I'm sorry I got so angry with you, alright? It wasn't your fault. It's just . . . everything I want, Angelus takes."
"I'm very sorry for you."
"I made a mistake, I'm sorry. No need to get all shirty."
"I'm not shirty; and anyway, why do you care? I'm just dinner."
"Maybe people taste better when they're in good moods." He said with a grin.
"Stop it! I'm being serious." I pulled my brown hair to one side. "If you're going to kill me, just do it. I can't keep sitting around here waiting for you to attack me."
He laughed. "I don't want to kill you."
"But you will eventually. Just, get it over with, okay? For me?"
He ran a finger down the vein in my neck. "How's this; I promise I'll only kill you on a Tuesday."
How come he could always make me laugh? "Alright." I agreed, finding it strangely comforting to know which day of the week I'd die on. "What day's today?"
"Tuesday."
He lunged, knocking me off the couch and onto the floor. I screamed, but he smothered my yells with his hand, keeping me pinned as I struggled.
He kissed my throat; ran his tongue over the same vein his fingers had been tracing earlier.
He was shaking, and I realized that his eyes weren't gold, they were blue, and that he was laughing . . .
"I can't believe you fell for that!" He exclaimed, as if he had played some fabulous prank.
"I hate you." I told him, but there was no real force behind it.
"You've got to admit, that was bloody hilarious."
"It was not!"
He stopped holding me to the ground but laid on top of me. "Spike! Get off, you're heavy!"
"'Course I'm heavy," He said with a cocky grin. "I'm solid muscle."
I laughed and pushed him off me, but Spike only pulled me on top of him. I snuggled against his chest as he purred contently and somehow, wrapped in the strong arms of a vampire, I felt perfectly safe.
One Week Later
I worked my hands down Spike's chest, knowing by now which places to touch. Touching, kneading, and rubbing I worked my way closer to the place that was screaming for attention. Closer and closer each time, but never all the way, not yet, not yet . . .
"Aimee . . ." He groaned. I was only a hair's breath away . . . and I slid by hands back up his torso. He moaned again, stretched out on the bed, writhing in ecstasy. I laughed.
"You are an evil, evil girl." He told me as he arched his back and I still managed to avoid the . . . area that needed attention.
His head fell back against the bed, he shut his eyes, and I pulled myself over him, locking him inside me.
"You are a goddess." He moaned, watching me with his blue eyes. "A goddess. I'm going to make you immortal, and you can be—" He was breathing just as hard as I was even though he didn't need to. "My goddess forever."
"Forever and ever." I agreed, and then he came.
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"What I said before, I mean it." He told me.
"What did you say before?" I asked, resting my head comfortably on his chest.
"About making you immortal."
"What do you mean?"
"We don't stay anywhere to long, and we'll be leaving here soon. I'd have to leave you behind, because I can't take you with me, not if you're like this." He ran a hand through my hair. "I could turn you, make you a vampire like me."
I sat up, no longer feeling quite so relaxed. "Make me into a vampire?"
"I won't if you don't want me to, but just think about it for a second."
I thought and was horrified. But then again . . . I hadn't been enjoying life until I met Spike, and he may have been evil, but humans could do some pretty rotten things too . . .
"You'd be with me, forever?"
"Forever."
"And I'll be a vampire."
"Part of the family." He said with a grin.
I smiled back. "Why not? Being a human hasn't been that great, not for the past few years. Change me."
"God I love you!" He yelled, knocking me over and covering my face with kisses. "You won't regret it. I promise."
He took me, and that was the last time I ever had sex as a human, the best time too. Just as I was reaching my climax, just as I was overcome with exaltation, he bit me and it all increased ten fold.
As he drew my blood, my life, out of me, everything got blurry, and then I couldn't see, I couldn't hear, I could barely breath.
The last thing that happened, I felt something pressed against my lips. Spike's blood flowed into my mouth. It was sweet. I swallowed.
The world faded.
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End Part One.
AN: Sorry for the long wait: it's finals week, so school's been hectic.
Memories from Dust
Chapter Seven: Tuesday
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After a bit of wandering, I found my way back to the room. About a half hour later, Spike came in, and although he must've been at it with Drusilla for at least an hour, he seemed ready for another go.
"Hello, there." He said with a smile, pulling me into kiss him.
I was still angry with him, as I figured it was all Spike's fault I'd run in with Angelus in the first place, so I pushed him off angrily.
"C'mon, pet." He grinned, catching my wrist in his hand. "Don' get your—"
He stopped, taking in my scent. "You reek of Angelus." He said with disgust, looking at me with pure hatred. "I get it; the moment I turn my back, you go off and have your fun with him." His voice was dangerously cold, and his grip on my wrist was starting to hurt.
"Spike—"
"I should've know; after all, you are a whore."
"Spike! You—"
"Quiet!" He pushed me roughly across the room, sending me crashing into the wall. "Did you think I wouldn't know? Do you think I'm stupid?"
"You were practically on top of Drusilla, right in front of me!"
"That doesn't have anything to do with it!" He grabbed a vase of wilting flowers and threw it against the wall, missing me by mere inches. "What is so great about him? What is it about Angelus that everyone adores? You were supposed to be mine!" He smashed his fist against the wall right above my head, making me flinch as bits of plaster fell onto me.
"I didn't want him to do it! I wasn't bloody encouraging him!"
"It's a little late to start tellin' me that, don' you think? I'm not an idiot! Tell you what, since you seem to like my soddin' grandsire so much, why don't I just hand you over to him and let the two of you have your fun." He grabbed my wrist again, and pulled me towards the door. "And I'm not goin' t' do a single thing when he makes you scream; but you girl, you're goin' to regret it."
"Stop it!" I tried to free myself from his grasp, but he held tight. "Let go of me!" I kicked him in the shins, and he used his free hand to slap me across the face.
"Shut up." He said coldly. I opened my mouth to respond, but Angelus' voice wandered into my head, telling me how surprising it was that I was still alive. And so I closed my mouth and let Spike lead me down the hallway.
= = =
Angelus was stretched across a couch, reminding me of a cat laying in the sun after a satisfying meal. "I see you noticed I sampled your toy." He said lazily as Spike entered with me in tow.
"I bloody well did." Spike said, looking like he wanted to jump across the room and pull the older vampire's head off.
Angelus laughed. "She'd a feisty lass, that one. She was throwin' make-up at me, yellin' and screamin', but I got 'er in the end." He grinned at me before turning back to Spike.
"Somethin' you want, William?"
Angelus didn't know it, but he'd just helped me out a great deal; at least now Spike knew that I wasn't trying to mess with Angelus behind his back.
"Don' touch my things."
"I already have." Angelus laughed as we left.
I broke away from Spike's grasp as soon as we were in the hallway.
"Aimee . . ."
I ignored him and kept walking; I had no place to go but the room I'd been staying in for the past few days.
"Aimee,"
"Sod off!" I slammed the door behind me and imagined with satisfaction Spike blinking in surprise as he found himself staring at the heavy wooden door.
"Open the door." He told me.
"No." I leaned against it, hoping my weight would block him.
"Aimee!"
"I hate you!"
"Open the door." His voice dropped dangerously, reminding me that he was a vampire. "I doubt you'll last the night." Angelus' words echoed through my head.
I wanted to last the night. And the week, and the month, and the year. I stepped away from the door, fleeing to the couch on the other side of the room.
He sat down next to me. "Look, Aimee . . ."
I hugged my knees to my chest and counted the freckles on my fingers; one on my pinkie, none on my ring finger . . . it's strange on how few freckles you get on your fingers.
"Are you even trying to listen to me?"
"No." I informed him. "But I have three freckles on my middle finger."
He grabbed my chin, turning my face up towards him and took a deep, un- needed breath. "I'm sorry I got so angry with you, alright? It wasn't your fault. It's just . . . everything I want, Angelus takes."
"I'm very sorry for you."
"I made a mistake, I'm sorry. No need to get all shirty."
"I'm not shirty; and anyway, why do you care? I'm just dinner."
"Maybe people taste better when they're in good moods." He said with a grin.
"Stop it! I'm being serious." I pulled my brown hair to one side. "If you're going to kill me, just do it. I can't keep sitting around here waiting for you to attack me."
He laughed. "I don't want to kill you."
"But you will eventually. Just, get it over with, okay? For me?"
He ran a finger down the vein in my neck. "How's this; I promise I'll only kill you on a Tuesday."
How come he could always make me laugh? "Alright." I agreed, finding it strangely comforting to know which day of the week I'd die on. "What day's today?"
"Tuesday."
He lunged, knocking me off the couch and onto the floor. I screamed, but he smothered my yells with his hand, keeping me pinned as I struggled.
He kissed my throat; ran his tongue over the same vein his fingers had been tracing earlier.
He was shaking, and I realized that his eyes weren't gold, they were blue, and that he was laughing . . .
"I can't believe you fell for that!" He exclaimed, as if he had played some fabulous prank.
"I hate you." I told him, but there was no real force behind it.
"You've got to admit, that was bloody hilarious."
"It was not!"
He stopped holding me to the ground but laid on top of me. "Spike! Get off, you're heavy!"
"'Course I'm heavy," He said with a cocky grin. "I'm solid muscle."
I laughed and pushed him off me, but Spike only pulled me on top of him. I snuggled against his chest as he purred contently and somehow, wrapped in the strong arms of a vampire, I felt perfectly safe.
One Week Later
I worked my hands down Spike's chest, knowing by now which places to touch. Touching, kneading, and rubbing I worked my way closer to the place that was screaming for attention. Closer and closer each time, but never all the way, not yet, not yet . . .
"Aimee . . ." He groaned. I was only a hair's breath away . . . and I slid by hands back up his torso. He moaned again, stretched out on the bed, writhing in ecstasy. I laughed.
"You are an evil, evil girl." He told me as he arched his back and I still managed to avoid the . . . area that needed attention.
His head fell back against the bed, he shut his eyes, and I pulled myself over him, locking him inside me.
"You are a goddess." He moaned, watching me with his blue eyes. "A goddess. I'm going to make you immortal, and you can be—" He was breathing just as hard as I was even though he didn't need to. "My goddess forever."
"Forever and ever." I agreed, and then he came.
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"What I said before, I mean it." He told me.
"What did you say before?" I asked, resting my head comfortably on his chest.
"About making you immortal."
"What do you mean?"
"We don't stay anywhere to long, and we'll be leaving here soon. I'd have to leave you behind, because I can't take you with me, not if you're like this." He ran a hand through my hair. "I could turn you, make you a vampire like me."
I sat up, no longer feeling quite so relaxed. "Make me into a vampire?"
"I won't if you don't want me to, but just think about it for a second."
I thought and was horrified. But then again . . . I hadn't been enjoying life until I met Spike, and he may have been evil, but humans could do some pretty rotten things too . . .
"You'd be with me, forever?"
"Forever."
"And I'll be a vampire."
"Part of the family." He said with a grin.
I smiled back. "Why not? Being a human hasn't been that great, not for the past few years. Change me."
"God I love you!" He yelled, knocking me over and covering my face with kisses. "You won't regret it. I promise."
He took me, and that was the last time I ever had sex as a human, the best time too. Just as I was reaching my climax, just as I was overcome with exaltation, he bit me and it all increased ten fold.
As he drew my blood, my life, out of me, everything got blurry, and then I couldn't see, I couldn't hear, I could barely breath.
The last thing that happened, I felt something pressed against my lips. Spike's blood flowed into my mouth. It was sweet. I swallowed.
The world faded.
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End Part One.