Disclaimer: Neither BtVS of AtS belongs to be, and I'm (unfortunately) not
making any money off this story. So please don't sue me.
Rating: R
AN: Sorry for the long delay—I've been on vacation, and although I didn't have a computer, I did finish writing this story; all I have to do now is type it up, so expect updates every few days from now on. Please, please review; any comments you have to make will be greatly appreciated!
Memories from Dust
Part Two: Un-life
Chapter One: Awakening
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What I noticed first were the smells; before my eyes opened; before my mind registered anything I heard, I was aware of the scent. It was almost to much to take in at first: the satin of the sheets and pillowcases, the bodies of the two vampires in the room with me, I was suddenly bombarded with scents of every kind, all so much stronger then anything I had ever smelt while I was human.
"What were you thinking?" Angelus' deep voice demanded.
"Something along the lines of: 'I want to turn her.'" Spike replied.
My eyes opened slowly, leaving me feeling like I had just awoken from a long, deep, sleep. I looked about the familiar room dazedly, both Spike and Angelus too involved in their argument to notice me.
"Then make her a fledgling!" Angelus yelled, exasperated. "Not a bloody childe!"
"I don't want a fledgling!"
I was in the same place I had died, sprawled across the large bed, although Spike had covered me in the bed's dark green comforter; I later learned just how lucky I was to have no family to bury me.
"You can't just make a childe!"
"Why not?!"
"Because I said so! Because I'm your elder! Because you're supposed to ask me first!"
"I—" Spike glanced towards me. "She's awake!"
He turned to rush towards me, but the older vampire caught his arm.
"Listen, William." Angelus said seriously. "She's your responsibility. You have to teach her. And if she messes anything up for us, I won't have any problem with killing her. Understood?"
"Yes, peaches, I get it. Now leave!"
Angelus growled in frustration but turned, slamming the door shut behind him as he left the room.
Spike bounded across the room, jumping onto the bed next to me and welcoming me with a deep kiss.
"How are you feeling, love?" He asked, pulling away with a grin.
"A little out of sorts, but I'm alright."
"Hungry?"
My stomach answered for me, rumbling loudly.
Spike laughed and offered me his arm.
I stared at it blankly.
He grabbed a small knife from the bedside table, making a shallow cut that ran up his arm.
And I thought the smells before had been overpowering. Only a bit of his blood leaked out of the cut, but the smell was intoxicating. I couldn't think, I could hardly see, but I could smell the thick, red, liquid beckoning me, and I didn't hesitate to sink my teeth into his arm.
The blood came rushing from his vein into my mouth, tasting sweeter than anything I had ever eaten before; no pastry, no steak, no five-course dinner will ever compare to the taste of warm, fresh blood. It's utterly delicious.
When I had drunk more than my fill, I let go of Spike and fell back, exhausted, into the pillows.
"You taste very, very good." I informed him languidly as my eyelids began to drop.
"Glad to here it." He replied, placing a soft kiss on my lips as I drifted towards sleep.
Coming back to life is very tiring.
The sky was so dark it smothered the weak street lamps and swallowed the moon so that it was but a pearly sliver. Before, I would have been afraid of a night such as this one and rushed along the street clinging to the small circles of vision given by the street lamps.
But not that night. I could see as clearly as though it were day and instead of fearing that the heavy blanket of the sky would push me down into the earth, I felt as though I could wrap the darkness around me and wear it as I pleased: this night was mine.
I had woken a few hours ago, once again hungry, and Spike had agreed to take me hunting. We were in the nice part of town, but headed for a more populated area when I saw her.
She was a young girl, probably only 17 or so, about my height and wearing the most exquisite gown I had ever seen. It was cut with a boat neck, exposing her shoulders and then clinging tightly to her upper body before billowing out to a full skirt at her hips, with a bit of a train following behind. The dress was green, with a gauzy layer of a much lighter, golden- green that shimmered softly, even with the lack of light.
"Spike," I breathed, "Her dress is gorgeous."
Her platinum-blonde hair was done up in a complicated twist, piled on the top of her head to display the matching green drop earrings she was wearing.
"She looks about your size." He said eyeing her. "Would you like it?"
The blonde woman rushed away from the house where she had presumably been at some sort of dinner party, wiping her teary eyes with a white-gloved hand, while Spike and I quickly came up with a plan.
"My lady!" I cried, running towards her. "Oh, thank heavens you're here."
She looked up, startled, blinking back tears.
"It's my sister, she's twisted her ankle and she can't walk; my house is not far away, but I can't pick her up myself . . . Oh, my lady, you truly are a gift from God!"
I grabbed her gloved hand and dragged her towards the alleyway. "I'm so glad you're here, I don't know what I would have done if I found you."
"I'm, I'm always glad to be a help." She stammered, following me without protest.
"You're a lifesaver." I had her now, deep in the shadows between the two tall buildings.
"Where is you sister?"
"Gone from this Earth; she died of the measles."
"What?"
Spike grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her back with one hand, the other hand covering her mouth as she let out a scream.
"Spike," I asked as a new aroma drifted towards me, one that smelled very, very good. "What's that smell?"
"Fear."
I smiled and felt my face shift. Before she could scream again, I sank my fangs into the girls' throat and drank. Her life rushed into me, filling me with a new energy as her blood pumped its way through my dead body. Spike leaned over, drinking from her other side.
By the time we were finished, the girl had been limp for some time. Spike licked the blood off from around my mouth. "Want t' try on your new dress?"
"You'll have to help me get this off first." I said, smiling at him innocently. "I don't know if I can undo the buttons by myself."
He carefully unbuttoned my shirt, but as my body heat rose and his excitement soared, my skirt was torn to shreds.
"You took our new girl hunting." Drusilla commented, admiring my new green dress.
"She wasn't bad."
"I got you a present Dru." I told her, acting on the spur of a moment.
Spike raised an eyebrow as I pulled the green drop earrings out of my ears and placed them in Drusilla's outstretched palm.
"Oooh!" She squealed with delight. "They're every so pretty."
"How do I look?" She asked, putting them in her own ears.
"Stunning."
As Spike watched with great interest, Drusilla pulled me closer, placing a soft kiss on my lips. In was a sweet, chaste kiss, but as she walked away with a coy smile on her face, I wanted nothing more to kiss her again.
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Rating: R
AN: Sorry for the long delay—I've been on vacation, and although I didn't have a computer, I did finish writing this story; all I have to do now is type it up, so expect updates every few days from now on. Please, please review; any comments you have to make will be greatly appreciated!
Memories from Dust
Part Two: Un-life
Chapter One: Awakening
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
What I noticed first were the smells; before my eyes opened; before my mind registered anything I heard, I was aware of the scent. It was almost to much to take in at first: the satin of the sheets and pillowcases, the bodies of the two vampires in the room with me, I was suddenly bombarded with scents of every kind, all so much stronger then anything I had ever smelt while I was human.
"What were you thinking?" Angelus' deep voice demanded.
"Something along the lines of: 'I want to turn her.'" Spike replied.
My eyes opened slowly, leaving me feeling like I had just awoken from a long, deep, sleep. I looked about the familiar room dazedly, both Spike and Angelus too involved in their argument to notice me.
"Then make her a fledgling!" Angelus yelled, exasperated. "Not a bloody childe!"
"I don't want a fledgling!"
I was in the same place I had died, sprawled across the large bed, although Spike had covered me in the bed's dark green comforter; I later learned just how lucky I was to have no family to bury me.
"You can't just make a childe!"
"Why not?!"
"Because I said so! Because I'm your elder! Because you're supposed to ask me first!"
"I—" Spike glanced towards me. "She's awake!"
He turned to rush towards me, but the older vampire caught his arm.
"Listen, William." Angelus said seriously. "She's your responsibility. You have to teach her. And if she messes anything up for us, I won't have any problem with killing her. Understood?"
"Yes, peaches, I get it. Now leave!"
Angelus growled in frustration but turned, slamming the door shut behind him as he left the room.
Spike bounded across the room, jumping onto the bed next to me and welcoming me with a deep kiss.
"How are you feeling, love?" He asked, pulling away with a grin.
"A little out of sorts, but I'm alright."
"Hungry?"
My stomach answered for me, rumbling loudly.
Spike laughed and offered me his arm.
I stared at it blankly.
He grabbed a small knife from the bedside table, making a shallow cut that ran up his arm.
And I thought the smells before had been overpowering. Only a bit of his blood leaked out of the cut, but the smell was intoxicating. I couldn't think, I could hardly see, but I could smell the thick, red, liquid beckoning me, and I didn't hesitate to sink my teeth into his arm.
The blood came rushing from his vein into my mouth, tasting sweeter than anything I had ever eaten before; no pastry, no steak, no five-course dinner will ever compare to the taste of warm, fresh blood. It's utterly delicious.
When I had drunk more than my fill, I let go of Spike and fell back, exhausted, into the pillows.
"You taste very, very good." I informed him languidly as my eyelids began to drop.
"Glad to here it." He replied, placing a soft kiss on my lips as I drifted towards sleep.
Coming back to life is very tiring.
The sky was so dark it smothered the weak street lamps and swallowed the moon so that it was but a pearly sliver. Before, I would have been afraid of a night such as this one and rushed along the street clinging to the small circles of vision given by the street lamps.
But not that night. I could see as clearly as though it were day and instead of fearing that the heavy blanket of the sky would push me down into the earth, I felt as though I could wrap the darkness around me and wear it as I pleased: this night was mine.
I had woken a few hours ago, once again hungry, and Spike had agreed to take me hunting. We were in the nice part of town, but headed for a more populated area when I saw her.
She was a young girl, probably only 17 or so, about my height and wearing the most exquisite gown I had ever seen. It was cut with a boat neck, exposing her shoulders and then clinging tightly to her upper body before billowing out to a full skirt at her hips, with a bit of a train following behind. The dress was green, with a gauzy layer of a much lighter, golden- green that shimmered softly, even with the lack of light.
"Spike," I breathed, "Her dress is gorgeous."
Her platinum-blonde hair was done up in a complicated twist, piled on the top of her head to display the matching green drop earrings she was wearing.
"She looks about your size." He said eyeing her. "Would you like it?"
The blonde woman rushed away from the house where she had presumably been at some sort of dinner party, wiping her teary eyes with a white-gloved hand, while Spike and I quickly came up with a plan.
"My lady!" I cried, running towards her. "Oh, thank heavens you're here."
She looked up, startled, blinking back tears.
"It's my sister, she's twisted her ankle and she can't walk; my house is not far away, but I can't pick her up myself . . . Oh, my lady, you truly are a gift from God!"
I grabbed her gloved hand and dragged her towards the alleyway. "I'm so glad you're here, I don't know what I would have done if I found you."
"I'm, I'm always glad to be a help." She stammered, following me without protest.
"You're a lifesaver." I had her now, deep in the shadows between the two tall buildings.
"Where is you sister?"
"Gone from this Earth; she died of the measles."
"What?"
Spike grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her back with one hand, the other hand covering her mouth as she let out a scream.
"Spike," I asked as a new aroma drifted towards me, one that smelled very, very good. "What's that smell?"
"Fear."
I smiled and felt my face shift. Before she could scream again, I sank my fangs into the girls' throat and drank. Her life rushed into me, filling me with a new energy as her blood pumped its way through my dead body. Spike leaned over, drinking from her other side.
By the time we were finished, the girl had been limp for some time. Spike licked the blood off from around my mouth. "Want t' try on your new dress?"
"You'll have to help me get this off first." I said, smiling at him innocently. "I don't know if I can undo the buttons by myself."
He carefully unbuttoned my shirt, but as my body heat rose and his excitement soared, my skirt was torn to shreds.
"You took our new girl hunting." Drusilla commented, admiring my new green dress.
"She wasn't bad."
"I got you a present Dru." I told her, acting on the spur of a moment.
Spike raised an eyebrow as I pulled the green drop earrings out of my ears and placed them in Drusilla's outstretched palm.
"Oooh!" She squealed with delight. "They're every so pretty."
"How do I look?" She asked, putting them in her own ears.
"Stunning."
As Spike watched with great interest, Drusilla pulled me closer, placing a soft kiss on my lips. In was a sweet, chaste kiss, but as she walked away with a coy smile on her face, I wanted nothing more to kiss her again.
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