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Memories from Dust
Chapter Two: Lessons
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"Being a vampire doesn't come naturally." Spike told me, and thus my lessons began.
He taught me simple things at first: the most efficient way to snap a neck, how to walk quietly and move stealthily, how to use more than just my sight to catch my prey; sunlight burns, as do crosses and holy water.
Yet my sire was not the only one who taught me things during those first few days.
I was reading, curled up against Spike on the couch, when Darla and Drusilla entered, their arms entwined like two good friends.
"We want to welcome our new sister." Darla said with a smile.
"We're oh-so excited." Drusilla added, playing with Darla's blonde hair.
Very unsure of what was happening, I got up off the couch and let the two of them lead me out of the room.
Spike, who knew quite well what was happening, was eager to follow along.
"Sorry, William." Drusilla said with a giggle. "No boys allowed."
"Come on, Dru—" He started, but she shut the door before the rest could be heard.
I didn't miss the boys. Darla and Dru did things to me I'd never imagined one female doing to another, showed me things about myself I never knew, and made me feel incredibly good.
It was a very educational experience.
Spike blocked my punch easily, and the kick that came after that. Did I mention the bloody showoff was blindfolded?
"We'll probably be cuttin' out of 'ere soon." Spike told me.
My lessons had continued and advanced; Spike had taught me kicks and punches, blocks and all sorts of small things that could turn the fight in your direction.
"Anythin' you want to wrap up before we leave?"
Spike was still much better then me, but he'd had years more practice. And I was getting better, I thought as I blocked Spike's punch and landed one of my own in his midsection.
With a triumphant growl, I spun and kicked him in the side, causing the vampire to stumble backwards.
Spike ducked the kick that followed and tackled me, pinning me to the floor as he tickled my sides.
"Not fair!" I screamed/laughed. "You're cheating!"
"Try and make me stop!" He grinned, pulling off his blindfold.
As he moved one hand off me, I rolled, pushing Spike with me so that he was on his back and I was stretched across his stomach.
I kissed him, and he kissed me back, and I at that moment I decided that the best thing about being dead was that you didn't have to breathe and you kiss and kiss for as long as you wanted.
"Now that you mention it," I said, as we finally pulled apart. "There is something I'd like to do."
I hadn't been here for years. I glanced behind me, but Spike and Angelus had hidden themselves well, and even with my vampire sight I couldn't see them.
The sun had set only minutes earlier, but already the world had spiraled into darkness. I pressed my hand against the solid wood of the door. My house; or at least, what used to be my house. I shook myself, pulled my black cloak tighter around me, and knocked on the door.
A butler answered promptly, raising and eye when he saw me. "How may I help you?"
"I'm here to see Charles Able."
"I don't believe you have an appointment."
"I don't. Tell him that Aimee is here to speak with him."
"Mr. Able does not like—"
"You shall severely regret if you don't inform him."
The butler hesitated for a moment. "Please wait here."
He shut the door, leaving me standing outside fingering my cloak uneasily.
When the door opened again a few minutes later, Charles Able was facing me, and the butler was absent.
"Aimee." He said smoothly, stepping out side and closing the door firmly behind him. "So nice to see you again; how have you been these past years?"
"I've managed, and yourself?"
"I've been quite good." It took all of my control not to rip him to pieces right then and there. "Please, tell me what has caused such and unexpected visit." He said, leaning easily against the wall of my house.
"A few years ago, you asked me to marry you."
"Aimee, Aimee." He said, shaking his head. "I hope you don't think that proposal still stands? I don't have to guess at what you've been doing these past few years; as an esteemed member of society, it would be preposterous for me to wed you."
"I would not ask that of you." I told him, moving closer. "Give me a job as a maid in your household. If I receive a good salary and nice quarters, I will attend to your other needs."
"You're a much wiser girl then you used to be."
"I know it. So we have an agreement?"
"That we do."
He leaned forward to kiss me, and I put my hand in his dark black hair, as if I was going to caress his face.
I had let my nails grow long, and now I dug them into his skin and dragged my fingers down his face. He cried out, but my other hand was clamped over his mouth.
I licked at the blood that was pouring down his face from the cut marks my nails had made. With the taste of blood my face shifted and my brown eyes turned gold, and I saw real fear in his eyes.
Then I bit his neck, and his heart, beating a thousand times per minute, pumped his blood straight down my throat.
His heart beat slowed and then stopped, and I let the limp body of Charles Abel fall to the floor.
I was shaking angrily, tears about to spill out of my eyes. "S' all right, love." Spike comforted, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me. "He's dead now."
He licked the blood off my lips and kissed me.
"Cheer up lassie." Angelus told me. "You killed the poncy boy. It's time to celebrate!" And then he kissed me too.
The two of them held me between them and kissed me until I was happy again. Angelus might not have been my favorite vampire, and I doubted I was his, but he was family, and that was something. And he was a pretty decent kisser.
The three of us celebrated for the rest of the night, terrorizing the city until morning drove us away. As the sun rose, we sprinted towards our current house, racing the burning sun along the cobblestone streets, and bursting into our house just as the sun broke across the horizon.
Darla and Drusilla were waiting, and the three of us were promptly punished for staying out so late. I must say, it was certainly the best punishment I had ever received.
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AN: Please review!
Memories from Dust
Chapter Two: Lessons
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"Being a vampire doesn't come naturally." Spike told me, and thus my lessons began.
He taught me simple things at first: the most efficient way to snap a neck, how to walk quietly and move stealthily, how to use more than just my sight to catch my prey; sunlight burns, as do crosses and holy water.
Yet my sire was not the only one who taught me things during those first few days.
I was reading, curled up against Spike on the couch, when Darla and Drusilla entered, their arms entwined like two good friends.
"We want to welcome our new sister." Darla said with a smile.
"We're oh-so excited." Drusilla added, playing with Darla's blonde hair.
Very unsure of what was happening, I got up off the couch and let the two of them lead me out of the room.
Spike, who knew quite well what was happening, was eager to follow along.
"Sorry, William." Drusilla said with a giggle. "No boys allowed."
"Come on, Dru—" He started, but she shut the door before the rest could be heard.
I didn't miss the boys. Darla and Dru did things to me I'd never imagined one female doing to another, showed me things about myself I never knew, and made me feel incredibly good.
It was a very educational experience.
Spike blocked my punch easily, and the kick that came after that. Did I mention the bloody showoff was blindfolded?
"We'll probably be cuttin' out of 'ere soon." Spike told me.
My lessons had continued and advanced; Spike had taught me kicks and punches, blocks and all sorts of small things that could turn the fight in your direction.
"Anythin' you want to wrap up before we leave?"
Spike was still much better then me, but he'd had years more practice. And I was getting better, I thought as I blocked Spike's punch and landed one of my own in his midsection.
With a triumphant growl, I spun and kicked him in the side, causing the vampire to stumble backwards.
Spike ducked the kick that followed and tackled me, pinning me to the floor as he tickled my sides.
"Not fair!" I screamed/laughed. "You're cheating!"
"Try and make me stop!" He grinned, pulling off his blindfold.
As he moved one hand off me, I rolled, pushing Spike with me so that he was on his back and I was stretched across his stomach.
I kissed him, and he kissed me back, and I at that moment I decided that the best thing about being dead was that you didn't have to breathe and you kiss and kiss for as long as you wanted.
"Now that you mention it," I said, as we finally pulled apart. "There is something I'd like to do."
I hadn't been here for years. I glanced behind me, but Spike and Angelus had hidden themselves well, and even with my vampire sight I couldn't see them.
The sun had set only minutes earlier, but already the world had spiraled into darkness. I pressed my hand against the solid wood of the door. My house; or at least, what used to be my house. I shook myself, pulled my black cloak tighter around me, and knocked on the door.
A butler answered promptly, raising and eye when he saw me. "How may I help you?"
"I'm here to see Charles Able."
"I don't believe you have an appointment."
"I don't. Tell him that Aimee is here to speak with him."
"Mr. Able does not like—"
"You shall severely regret if you don't inform him."
The butler hesitated for a moment. "Please wait here."
He shut the door, leaving me standing outside fingering my cloak uneasily.
When the door opened again a few minutes later, Charles Able was facing me, and the butler was absent.
"Aimee." He said smoothly, stepping out side and closing the door firmly behind him. "So nice to see you again; how have you been these past years?"
"I've managed, and yourself?"
"I've been quite good." It took all of my control not to rip him to pieces right then and there. "Please, tell me what has caused such and unexpected visit." He said, leaning easily against the wall of my house.
"A few years ago, you asked me to marry you."
"Aimee, Aimee." He said, shaking his head. "I hope you don't think that proposal still stands? I don't have to guess at what you've been doing these past few years; as an esteemed member of society, it would be preposterous for me to wed you."
"I would not ask that of you." I told him, moving closer. "Give me a job as a maid in your household. If I receive a good salary and nice quarters, I will attend to your other needs."
"You're a much wiser girl then you used to be."
"I know it. So we have an agreement?"
"That we do."
He leaned forward to kiss me, and I put my hand in his dark black hair, as if I was going to caress his face.
I had let my nails grow long, and now I dug them into his skin and dragged my fingers down his face. He cried out, but my other hand was clamped over his mouth.
I licked at the blood that was pouring down his face from the cut marks my nails had made. With the taste of blood my face shifted and my brown eyes turned gold, and I saw real fear in his eyes.
Then I bit his neck, and his heart, beating a thousand times per minute, pumped his blood straight down my throat.
His heart beat slowed and then stopped, and I let the limp body of Charles Abel fall to the floor.
I was shaking angrily, tears about to spill out of my eyes. "S' all right, love." Spike comforted, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me. "He's dead now."
He licked the blood off my lips and kissed me.
"Cheer up lassie." Angelus told me. "You killed the poncy boy. It's time to celebrate!" And then he kissed me too.
The two of them held me between them and kissed me until I was happy again. Angelus might not have been my favorite vampire, and I doubted I was his, but he was family, and that was something. And he was a pretty decent kisser.
The three of us celebrated for the rest of the night, terrorizing the city until morning drove us away. As the sun rose, we sprinted towards our current house, racing the burning sun along the cobblestone streets, and bursting into our house just as the sun broke across the horizon.
Darla and Drusilla were waiting, and the three of us were promptly punished for staying out so late. I must say, it was certainly the best punishment I had ever received.
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