Welcome to the Death's land
Author: Enn-Enn
Disclaimer: I don't own anything .
Rating: R ( I suppose )
Summary: A vampire and his protégée. Death or love, they will choose.(SPIKE-DAWN)
Spoilers: BtVS Post-The Gift
A/N : #1: Thanks to Eurothrashed for all her help!! :: hugs ::
#2: Thanks to Alianora Serein for the feedback!! :)
CHAPTER 4 - Victory
This is the moment that she has been waiting for. She is trapped between the wall and his body, his hands gripping her shoulders, his blue eyes showing dangerous, beautiful flecks of gold in them....
His belt rubs against her stomach. Her breasts are pressed against muscles that she wants to touch now, but she can't. No, not yet.
She knows that she is slowly winning the battle. She knows that, just by looking at the despair and fury contained in his eyes.
The jealousy.
Something deadly and white shines above her, and she knows that she has finally done it. She has won.
She smiles at his fangs.
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The change had begun just about a week ago...
When she enters the warehouse , the first thing, that hits her senses is the smell. It is the smell of dry blood, sadness and decadence. The entire place is shrouded in darkness.
Suddenly, from out of nowhere there is the feeling of a weak dubious hand taking hers, guiding her through a hidden door.
The room is painted in blues, oblivion and carelessness. Inside there are just empty old chairs. Old chairs with human bodies - living, human bodies. Human faces, letargic faces with vacant eyes and pupils that don't follow her movements, shine slightly in the yellow twilight of an intermittent light-bulb.
Each one of them is smiling a sad smile, lost in their own dreams and nightmares. She knows a thing or two about that; she has her own delusions. At the feet of each of the humans, there is a vampire, or more precisely, a fledge. A fledge is a mere excuse for a vampire that cannot feed the real way, the demon way. They just make this kind of a deal with these walking blood bags; giving them pleasure in exchange for their red liquid life... a weird deal if you stop and think about it. Call it a creepy kind of simbiosis. "Call it whatever you want", she laughs bitterly, "because now it is my turn to make the exchange."
She then chooses a chair ( though all the chairs seem to resemble each other, old and ratty ), and she sits down. Soon, a female fledge is on her knees in front of her taking her hand with tremblings weak fingers. "This is repulsing", she thinks morosely with closed eyes.
A second later, she can feel the hungry dead breath on her skin; then just the pain.
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"You let them take your blood, didn't you?"
"Yeah..."she answers with a bitter smile.
"That blood was mine, pet, you should know that," says a voice that doesn't seems to be Spike's.
"That blood was ours! " The demon inside him growls in rage.
"Well, there is more where that came from, Spike," she teases him, tilting her head to the side "Want some, hmm? "
He doesn't answer her with words. He answers with his mouth, tongue and fangs on her skin. He says everything with his hands on her waist, and breasts, and the passion in his golden eyes.
She answers him back with moans and frantic hands. She says everything with grinding her body against his in the darkness.
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You can hear a strange inner voice silently repeating "I won, finally I won!"
( And the demon is laughing ).
TBC