Disclaimer: Spike's not mine, but it's never to late for a belated birthday
present . . .
AN: I know this chapter's really short, but I'll try and have the next one up as soon as possible to make up for it. Please review!
Memories from Dust
Chapter Three: Be a Vampire, See the World
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We left that house soon after; in fact, we left England completely. My vampire family and I traveled through France and Italy; we sailed from Sicily to Greece and Greece to Turkey.
I got used to the fact that I wasn't the only woman for Spike, and there were more than Drusilla. In the vampire world, having a mate doesn't limit you from everyone else (although Spike and I weren't mates at the time).
From Turkey we traveled to Iran, and then through Pakistan and into India. Eight years after I had been turned, we were in China, just in time for the Boxer rebellion.
Spike killed his first slayer.
Drusilla was the first to find him after that, and she was the one to really get a taste of our boy in all his glory. The rest of us celebrated by throwing monsters into the mix of chaos and mayhem that was the boxer rebellion.
Not long after that, the master called to Darla, and she returned to her sire. The blonde vampire left, and our family began to fall apart.
A few years later, Angelus and Drusilla went their own way, and set off for Romania; none of us, not even Dru, had any idea of what would happen to Angelus there. But that's another story.
As much as I loved Dru, and I had grown very close insane, prophetic, innocent yet seducting, demonic child stuck in a woman's body, I was still very happy to have Spike to myself. My sire and I left China, traveling through Thailand and Indonesia and eventually making our way back to Europe.
I can't possibly tell you everything that happened during that time: it would take pages and pages, and I would run out of ink long before I was done. I tell you this much: my sire became my mate, and I never once regretted being turned: when I died I learned what it is to live.
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AN: I know this chapter's really short, but I'll try and have the next one up as soon as possible to make up for it. Please review!
Memories from Dust
Chapter Three: Be a Vampire, See the World
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We left that house soon after; in fact, we left England completely. My vampire family and I traveled through France and Italy; we sailed from Sicily to Greece and Greece to Turkey.
I got used to the fact that I wasn't the only woman for Spike, and there were more than Drusilla. In the vampire world, having a mate doesn't limit you from everyone else (although Spike and I weren't mates at the time).
From Turkey we traveled to Iran, and then through Pakistan and into India. Eight years after I had been turned, we were in China, just in time for the Boxer rebellion.
Spike killed his first slayer.
Drusilla was the first to find him after that, and she was the one to really get a taste of our boy in all his glory. The rest of us celebrated by throwing monsters into the mix of chaos and mayhem that was the boxer rebellion.
Not long after that, the master called to Darla, and she returned to her sire. The blonde vampire left, and our family began to fall apart.
A few years later, Angelus and Drusilla went their own way, and set off for Romania; none of us, not even Dru, had any idea of what would happen to Angelus there. But that's another story.
As much as I loved Dru, and I had grown very close insane, prophetic, innocent yet seducting, demonic child stuck in a woman's body, I was still very happy to have Spike to myself. My sire and I left China, traveling through Thailand and Indonesia and eventually making our way back to Europe.
I can't possibly tell you everything that happened during that time: it would take pages and pages, and I would run out of ink long before I was done. I tell you this much: my sire became my mate, and I never once regretted being turned: when I died I learned what it is to live.
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