I Don't Need You: DL
Spike sighed and rolled over. This was nice. He was warm and comfy. Whatever he was leaning on was soft and his dummy tasted nice for some reason. He chewed on it thoughtfully and didn't notice the blood that dribbled down his chin. Nuzzling his pillow he didn't hear DL come through the door and sigh.
He did notice, however, when she came over and began poking him in the stomach. He whimpered slightly (although he'd never admit it) and curled up into the duvet more. He didn't want to move. He wanted to sleep some more. Eventually though he had to take notice when she stole his dummy. The instant she did his fangs began to throb.
Howling slightly, Spike sat up and rubbed his eyes of sleep. "What are you doing?" Keeping his eyes as slits, he peered at the girl in the bright light. DL was standing with her hands on hips and dummy in hand. Spike clambered out from under the duvet and stood to face his opposition.
"Spike why don't you go to your room?" the girl almost growled at him and he took a step back. Why was she so mad at him? What had he done?
"DL? What's up?" he tried to growl back, but only succeeded in making his fangs throb in pain. "And can I have my dummy back?"
DL scowled and merely pointed over to Red, not making any attempt to explain or give back the dummy. Spike turned and looked over at the sleeping girl. Did a double take and took a closer look at Red's shirt. He gulped and looked down at the duvet they'd been sharing. Both were soaked with blood. Putting a hand to his mouth Spike realised why. Blood coated his fingers and also the dummy in DL's hands.
DL looked over at him and pointed to the bathroom. "Go clean yourself up and get a clean shirt, yours is ruined. I'll deal with Red and everything." Spike nodded still looking at his hands and managed to make his way to the bathroom.
Spike sat on the toilet and watched as blood dripped onto the tiles. How could he have been so stupid? He had bled all over Red and the sofa and the duvet and himself. No wonder they didn't want him there. No wonder DL took away his dummy. What kind of vampire deserves pain relief? Not him.
He didn't understand. He'd never bled this bad before. It used to be just around his mouth and pillow but now...it was everywhere. He had ruined his perfect day with Red. Bugger!
Spike sighed and rubbed his fists into his eyes to try and stop the tears he could feel brimming there. Vampires don't cry. But was he a vampire? Did he deserve to be a vampire? He couldn't hunt, couldn't fed he couldn't even show his fangs without them hurting. Stupid bloody Sinco. Why couldn't it be over already?
"Spike?" DL opened the bathroom door and slipped in. Spike cursed himself for not locking it. "I've cleaned up everything. Reds in her bed and I came to see how you were doing." She came over and knelt in front of the bleached blond vamp. He was shaking with unshed tears. "Spike? You okay?"
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DL couldn't quite work out what had happened. One minute she'd been with Spike it the bathroom, the next she was sitting on the sofa with a shaking vampire practically on her lap. She had her arms wrapped round him tightly and was stroking his back in comforting circles as he sobbed.
"Come on Spike, tell me what's wrong baby. I'll make it all better." She soothed. The vampire merely shook his head and nuzzled into her neck for comfort. She sighed and rocked back and forth slightly as Spike wailed like an overgrown child. The vampire had worked himself into a right state and DL was finding it hard to deal with.
"Please Spike? What's wrong sweetheart? Tell DL and I'll try to make it better. That sound okay?" She brushed her hands through Spike's hair and purred into his ear to calm him. Spike shifted and sniffed slightly. DL took that as a sign that he was willing to try and talk. "Come on now Spike. Big bad vampire don't cry for no reason."
Spike lifted his head slowly and peered at DL through bloodshot eyes. His lower lip was trembling and his voice was closed and croaky after crying for so long. "Want Sire. Want my Sire." He wailed and quickly nuzzled back into DL's embrace. She sighed and purred into his ear again.
"Sire's not here at the moment Spike. You know that." She sighed and when Spike trembled again. "But I'll look after you. I'll be your sire until Angel gets back. How does that sound?"
Spike sat up and watched DL again through confused eyes. "Y...You be my sire? How?" He watched as DL grinned and offered him his dummy. Spike accepted and began suckling again.
"Tell me about when you were younger. I want to know." She smiled as Spike settled back down and went to talk. However before he could, DL slipped some fluid in his mouth and he coughed on it.
"What was that?" he choked and she smiled.
"Check your fangs." DL replied and waited.
"They don't hurt...they don't hurt!" he cried.
"I know. Sire's blood and my blood makes a great antidote. She smiled and let Spike settle down again. "It's also a very good sleeping draught..."
Spike didn't hear he was already asleep.
Spike sighed and rolled over. This was nice. He was warm and comfy. Whatever he was leaning on was soft and his dummy tasted nice for some reason. He chewed on it thoughtfully and didn't notice the blood that dribbled down his chin. Nuzzling his pillow he didn't hear DL come through the door and sigh.
He did notice, however, when she came over and began poking him in the stomach. He whimpered slightly (although he'd never admit it) and curled up into the duvet more. He didn't want to move. He wanted to sleep some more. Eventually though he had to take notice when she stole his dummy. The instant she did his fangs began to throb.
Howling slightly, Spike sat up and rubbed his eyes of sleep. "What are you doing?" Keeping his eyes as slits, he peered at the girl in the bright light. DL was standing with her hands on hips and dummy in hand. Spike clambered out from under the duvet and stood to face his opposition.
"Spike why don't you go to your room?" the girl almost growled at him and he took a step back. Why was she so mad at him? What had he done?
"DL? What's up?" he tried to growl back, but only succeeded in making his fangs throb in pain. "And can I have my dummy back?"
DL scowled and merely pointed over to Red, not making any attempt to explain or give back the dummy. Spike turned and looked over at the sleeping girl. Did a double take and took a closer look at Red's shirt. He gulped and looked down at the duvet they'd been sharing. Both were soaked with blood. Putting a hand to his mouth Spike realised why. Blood coated his fingers and also the dummy in DL's hands.
DL looked over at him and pointed to the bathroom. "Go clean yourself up and get a clean shirt, yours is ruined. I'll deal with Red and everything." Spike nodded still looking at his hands and managed to make his way to the bathroom.
Spike sat on the toilet and watched as blood dripped onto the tiles. How could he have been so stupid? He had bled all over Red and the sofa and the duvet and himself. No wonder they didn't want him there. No wonder DL took away his dummy. What kind of vampire deserves pain relief? Not him.
He didn't understand. He'd never bled this bad before. It used to be just around his mouth and pillow but now...it was everywhere. He had ruined his perfect day with Red. Bugger!
Spike sighed and rubbed his fists into his eyes to try and stop the tears he could feel brimming there. Vampires don't cry. But was he a vampire? Did he deserve to be a vampire? He couldn't hunt, couldn't fed he couldn't even show his fangs without them hurting. Stupid bloody Sinco. Why couldn't it be over already?
"Spike?" DL opened the bathroom door and slipped in. Spike cursed himself for not locking it. "I've cleaned up everything. Reds in her bed and I came to see how you were doing." She came over and knelt in front of the bleached blond vamp. He was shaking with unshed tears. "Spike? You okay?"
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DL couldn't quite work out what had happened. One minute she'd been with Spike it the bathroom, the next she was sitting on the sofa with a shaking vampire practically on her lap. She had her arms wrapped round him tightly and was stroking his back in comforting circles as he sobbed.
"Come on Spike, tell me what's wrong baby. I'll make it all better." She soothed. The vampire merely shook his head and nuzzled into her neck for comfort. She sighed and rocked back and forth slightly as Spike wailed like an overgrown child. The vampire had worked himself into a right state and DL was finding it hard to deal with.
"Please Spike? What's wrong sweetheart? Tell DL and I'll try to make it better. That sound okay?" She brushed her hands through Spike's hair and purred into his ear to calm him. Spike shifted and sniffed slightly. DL took that as a sign that he was willing to try and talk. "Come on now Spike. Big bad vampire don't cry for no reason."
Spike lifted his head slowly and peered at DL through bloodshot eyes. His lower lip was trembling and his voice was closed and croaky after crying for so long. "Want Sire. Want my Sire." He wailed and quickly nuzzled back into DL's embrace. She sighed and purred into his ear again.
"Sire's not here at the moment Spike. You know that." She sighed and when Spike trembled again. "But I'll look after you. I'll be your sire until Angel gets back. How does that sound?"
Spike sat up and watched DL again through confused eyes. "Y...You be my sire? How?" He watched as DL grinned and offered him his dummy. Spike accepted and began suckling again.
"Tell me about when you were younger. I want to know." She smiled as Spike settled back down and went to talk. However before he could, DL slipped some fluid in his mouth and he coughed on it.
"What was that?" he choked and she smiled.
"Check your fangs." DL replied and waited.
"They don't hurt...they don't hurt!" he cried.
"I know. Sire's blood and my blood makes a great antidote. She smiled and let Spike settle down again. "It's also a very good sleeping draught..."
Spike didn't hear he was already asleep.