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Spike walked along the desolate path and listened to the smooth crunching of his feet on the gravel. He carelessly flicked the rest of his cigarette into a small pool of rainwater that had collected in the gutter. It was good to be back in England. Some part of him had even missed the drizzly rain and the cloudy skies. He pulled his collar up against the scars on his neck. After a good many years since his siring, they still hadn't disappeared fully.
Wait...
What was that?
Another footstep. It was only a fraction out of time with his own erratic steps but it was there all the same. The young looking vampire went to put his foot down again and stopped a millimetre short of touching the floor.
Nothing.
Whoever it was that was trailing him, they were good. Almost too good. He only knew of two people that were this skilled at following him. The first was that dreadfully annoying little blonde who refused to accept the fact that he didn't want her and the other... The other was the magnificent man upon which spikes entire existence was focused around.
No.
It couldn't be him. William cursed himself for even entertaining the idea that he would be in the same vicinity. He shook his head and all thoughts of someone following him left his thoughts as the last breath of smoke escaped his lungs and he blew it sideways into the wind. He continued to walk towards the small mausoleum hidden in the centre of two large drooping oak trees.
Spike entered the small building listening to the familiar creak of the old wooden door. He hadn't been here in years but was thankful to find only a few hints of long gone groups of demons or vampires that had camped here while he had been away.
The downstairs compartment however, hadn't been discovered. He knew that it wouldn't have been. It was hidden behind a side panel as you entered the room, only noticeable to himself and maybe a fire inspector looking for possible weak spots. This he knew from past experience. It was a good way of luring strapping but gullible young firemen into his abode. He pulled the panel back and replaced it once on the other side. He stared around at his sanctuary.
It had a large draping four poster bed covered in red silk sheets and black velvet curtains hanging from the strong mahogany beams. The concrete floor was sprinkled with dust that stirred as he left darker dry footprints on the floor. William sat on the bed and sighed. He had expected to be exhausted after the journey but due to the stop off he had made in a small town to rest and eat a few passing schoolboys, he felt rather energised. His stomach gurgled happily at the thought of the three young males. Two blonde, one with black hair. They had been so cute in their shorts ready for PE that he hadn't been able to resist a little nibble, but then a little nibble had turned into a panting feast.
Suddenly, something burst through the door and snarled at the now rather alarmed blonde. He realised who it was and stood up.
"Angel?"
"Shhh..." Angel raised his finger to spikes pale lips and touched them gently. He pushed the slightly shorter man back down onto the bed and climbed on top of him straddling William's waist rubbing against his groin... To be continued...