A/N: Thanks to all the reviewers. I don't know if I'll make this a Spuffy
or not. You'll just have to wait and see, and so will I. Sometimes stories
turn out different than you intend, so I honestly don't know. It's a 50/50
chance. By the way, 'fag' is UK slang for cigarette.
Godfather – Chapter Five
We didn't say anything for a while; we just stood there in our old little worlds. I finished my fag and sighed. After a few seconds I lit another one, mostly just to have something to.
I had to talk to her. I want so badly to tell her that I'm sorry for what I said. And I am sorry, I really am. But the sad fact is, I'm also right. "Buffy look..." I began, but a low growl cut me off. We whirled around to face a gang to nine vampires. Buffy leapt at them, stake in hand. "Bollocks," I cursed, throwing my cigarette away.
I dived into the fight. I was glad they were here. I really wanted to kill something. I punched one in the face and kicked his legs out from under him. Then I pulled out a stake from my coat pocket and staked him.
I turned around and saw Buffy stake one, then whirl around and drop-kicked another, quickly staking her. One of them jumped on my back. I elbowed him in the face and threw him off me. I raised a stake ready to dust him, and then I froze. A weird feeling came over me. A tugging, kind of like a call. I know this feeling.
I stood up and looked around. There! Buffy has him pinned to the ground, and is a split second from dusting him. As Buffy thrust the stake down I grabbed her wrist just before the vamp became a pile of dust.
"What the hell are you doing," she demanded. The other vamps started to come towards us, ready for a fight. I growled a warning and they hesitated. "What's going on," Buffy asked in confusion. I motioned for her to be quiet. She got up and folded her arms and, amazingly, she did stay quiet. Well what do you know, miracles really do happen. It's divine intervention, there's no other explanation. I turned my attention back to the vamp.
"Get up," I ordered. He did, slowly. "What are you doing here?" He looked at me, then at Buffy, then back at me again.
"I can't believe it," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Answer the question," I snapped.
"I just can't believe it." He went on as if he hadn't heard me. His golden eyes stared into mine. "I'd heard the story's, but I didn't believe it. I didn't believe a word of it. But it's true, isn't it." That last bit wasn't a question. "What's happened to you man?"
I stiffened. "That's none of your business," I replied coldly.
"Like hell it isn't!" he yelled. "You're the Slayer's fuckin' lapdog for Christ sake!"
I grabbed him by the hair and lifted him off of the ground. He cried out in pain and I felt, rather than saw, Buffy jump in supprise. I expected her to say something. She didn't. My God, it really is a miracle.
I turned my attention back to the bloke I was currently tormenting. I yanked his face towards me and held it an inch from mine. "Listen carefully to me boy." My voice was lower than a humans, just above a growl. "Whatever I do is none of your business. I'm still your Sire, and you will show me some respect."
"Wait, did you say Sire?" Buffy asked. I sighed. Looks like she's had enough of keeping quiet. Oh well. All good things must come to an end.
I let go of my Childe and he stumbled, trying to get his balance. He looked at me and he mustn't have like what he saw. He dropped to his knees and bowed his head, keeping his eyes on the floor. I looked at the remaining six vampires and growled. After a second first one, then the rest of them dropped to there knees, heads down, golden eyes on the ground.
"Hey!" Buffy yelled, annoyed at being ignored. "Will somebody please explain what's going on here?" My Childe looked at her, then at me.
"With my Sire's permission." The words were polite, but the tone was defiant.
"I don't like your tone boy," I growled.
"Spike what the hells going on? And since when do you ever call anyone 'boy'?"
I whirled around angrily. "Look, do you mind? I'm kind of in the middle of something here."
She glared at me. "What, you get a punch of vamps afraid of you and suddenly you're the Big Bad again?" She mocked.
"I never stopped being the Big Bad!"
She snorted. "You wish."
I looked at my Childe and pulled out yet another fag. "Tell 'er whatever she wants to know," I mutter. Where's my bloody lighter? Ah, here it is.
My Childe got up and walked up to Buffy and she tensed. I turned my attention away from them and looked at the lot on the ground. One of the birds looked up then quickly looked down again. I took in all the details about them. They were all white, all in there early twenties. Four were men, three were women.
"Who are you?" Buffy's voice made up loose my attention on the vamps.
"Name's Larry," my Childe said. I watched them.
"And Spike's your Sire."
Larry nodded. "Yeah."
Neither one liked talking to the other, a two-year-old could see that. "So when did he turn you?" She made the question sound casual, but I knew it wasn't. She was checking to see if it was recent. See if my chip had stopped working.
"'Bout seventeen years ago."
"Oh." That oh carried both relief and disappointment. I knew a small part...maybe a bigger part than I'll admit...of her wanted my chip to stop working. Then she could kill me and get on with her life. I tried really hard not to think about that.
"Enough talk." That was all it took. My Childe came towards me and dropped to his knees again in the same position as before. I offered him my hand and he slowly took it and brought it towards his face. He turned my wrist towards him then hesitated, looking up at me. I nodded, letting him know I meant it. He licked my wrist then bit down on it, sinking his fangs down into my vein. He drunk my blood slowly, cautiously, asking for my forgiveness.
Through the bond we share as Sire and Childe I let him know that it was all right, that I understood. Reassured, he began sucking frantically, desperately. It re-strengthened a bond between us that no human could understand, a bond of blood and magic that needed no words. Our body and demonic spirits merged until we were just one being, one body, and one mind. It went deeper than sex, deeper than love. I am his Sire. My blood, my power, my immortality created him, powers him, runs through his veins. It's an eternal marriage of life through death. To him, I am life. For this eternal moment, we are one.
"What the hell do you think your doing?!" Buffy yelled. "Stop it!"
I ignored her. We both did. Suddenly I felt a pain that tore through my entire body, like I was being ripped apart. My eyes snapped open and I saw Buffy with a stake pressed to my Childe's heart.
I couldn't think. All I felt was rage. He's mine. MINE!!!!! MINE TO DO WHATEVER I WANT WITH!!!! MINE TO LOVE!!!!!! MINE TO KILL!!!!!! MINE!!!!!!!
I grabbed Buffy and threw her away. Without thinking I grabbed Larry and bit into his neck, drinking his blood. He's mine!
What brought me back to reality was Buffy's pain filled cry. I ran to her and dropped to my knees. "Buffy, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I couldn't think, all I felt was rage. I'm sorry I'm so sorry!"
I tried to touch her, to beg her to forgive me. "Don't touch me," she hissed.
"I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to...Buffy please," I begged.
I went to touch her again, but the look she gave me was enough to stop me. It was filled with anger, hurt, and...betrayal? She looked betrayed. What does this mean? "Well I guess now I know how much your 'love' for me is worth." Her voice was filled with sarcasm, loathing and even hate when she said love. And there is was again. Betrayal. What the hell does this mean?!
"Well at least you got me back for the alley thing," she said quietly. She started to get up and stumbled. Without thinking I reached out to steady her. When I touched her she went still. She took a deep breath. "Get off me Spike." Her voice was cold and empty, and it hurt me more that anything has ever hurt me before. I took my hands off of her and took a step back.
She took a shaking breath and stood up. Her eyes swept over Larry and the others. With a shock I realised I'd forgotten they were even here. Larry was sitting on the ground, and I could tell that he was disorientated. Without looking at me Buffy walked by them. I want to look at her but I'm too ashamed. I wait till she's gone then I look at Larry and the others, who are still kneeling. I sighed. Things have just got very complicated.
Godfather – Chapter Five
We didn't say anything for a while; we just stood there in our old little worlds. I finished my fag and sighed. After a few seconds I lit another one, mostly just to have something to.
I had to talk to her. I want so badly to tell her that I'm sorry for what I said. And I am sorry, I really am. But the sad fact is, I'm also right. "Buffy look..." I began, but a low growl cut me off. We whirled around to face a gang to nine vampires. Buffy leapt at them, stake in hand. "Bollocks," I cursed, throwing my cigarette away.
I dived into the fight. I was glad they were here. I really wanted to kill something. I punched one in the face and kicked his legs out from under him. Then I pulled out a stake from my coat pocket and staked him.
I turned around and saw Buffy stake one, then whirl around and drop-kicked another, quickly staking her. One of them jumped on my back. I elbowed him in the face and threw him off me. I raised a stake ready to dust him, and then I froze. A weird feeling came over me. A tugging, kind of like a call. I know this feeling.
I stood up and looked around. There! Buffy has him pinned to the ground, and is a split second from dusting him. As Buffy thrust the stake down I grabbed her wrist just before the vamp became a pile of dust.
"What the hell are you doing," she demanded. The other vamps started to come towards us, ready for a fight. I growled a warning and they hesitated. "What's going on," Buffy asked in confusion. I motioned for her to be quiet. She got up and folded her arms and, amazingly, she did stay quiet. Well what do you know, miracles really do happen. It's divine intervention, there's no other explanation. I turned my attention back to the vamp.
"Get up," I ordered. He did, slowly. "What are you doing here?" He looked at me, then at Buffy, then back at me again.
"I can't believe it," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Answer the question," I snapped.
"I just can't believe it." He went on as if he hadn't heard me. His golden eyes stared into mine. "I'd heard the story's, but I didn't believe it. I didn't believe a word of it. But it's true, isn't it." That last bit wasn't a question. "What's happened to you man?"
I stiffened. "That's none of your business," I replied coldly.
"Like hell it isn't!" he yelled. "You're the Slayer's fuckin' lapdog for Christ sake!"
I grabbed him by the hair and lifted him off of the ground. He cried out in pain and I felt, rather than saw, Buffy jump in supprise. I expected her to say something. She didn't. My God, it really is a miracle.
I turned my attention back to the bloke I was currently tormenting. I yanked his face towards me and held it an inch from mine. "Listen carefully to me boy." My voice was lower than a humans, just above a growl. "Whatever I do is none of your business. I'm still your Sire, and you will show me some respect."
"Wait, did you say Sire?" Buffy asked. I sighed. Looks like she's had enough of keeping quiet. Oh well. All good things must come to an end.
I let go of my Childe and he stumbled, trying to get his balance. He looked at me and he mustn't have like what he saw. He dropped to his knees and bowed his head, keeping his eyes on the floor. I looked at the remaining six vampires and growled. After a second first one, then the rest of them dropped to there knees, heads down, golden eyes on the ground.
"Hey!" Buffy yelled, annoyed at being ignored. "Will somebody please explain what's going on here?" My Childe looked at her, then at me.
"With my Sire's permission." The words were polite, but the tone was defiant.
"I don't like your tone boy," I growled.
"Spike what the hells going on? And since when do you ever call anyone 'boy'?"
I whirled around angrily. "Look, do you mind? I'm kind of in the middle of something here."
She glared at me. "What, you get a punch of vamps afraid of you and suddenly you're the Big Bad again?" She mocked.
"I never stopped being the Big Bad!"
She snorted. "You wish."
I looked at my Childe and pulled out yet another fag. "Tell 'er whatever she wants to know," I mutter. Where's my bloody lighter? Ah, here it is.
My Childe got up and walked up to Buffy and she tensed. I turned my attention away from them and looked at the lot on the ground. One of the birds looked up then quickly looked down again. I took in all the details about them. They were all white, all in there early twenties. Four were men, three were women.
"Who are you?" Buffy's voice made up loose my attention on the vamps.
"Name's Larry," my Childe said. I watched them.
"And Spike's your Sire."
Larry nodded. "Yeah."
Neither one liked talking to the other, a two-year-old could see that. "So when did he turn you?" She made the question sound casual, but I knew it wasn't. She was checking to see if it was recent. See if my chip had stopped working.
"'Bout seventeen years ago."
"Oh." That oh carried both relief and disappointment. I knew a small part...maybe a bigger part than I'll admit...of her wanted my chip to stop working. Then she could kill me and get on with her life. I tried really hard not to think about that.
"Enough talk." That was all it took. My Childe came towards me and dropped to his knees again in the same position as before. I offered him my hand and he slowly took it and brought it towards his face. He turned my wrist towards him then hesitated, looking up at me. I nodded, letting him know I meant it. He licked my wrist then bit down on it, sinking his fangs down into my vein. He drunk my blood slowly, cautiously, asking for my forgiveness.
Through the bond we share as Sire and Childe I let him know that it was all right, that I understood. Reassured, he began sucking frantically, desperately. It re-strengthened a bond between us that no human could understand, a bond of blood and magic that needed no words. Our body and demonic spirits merged until we were just one being, one body, and one mind. It went deeper than sex, deeper than love. I am his Sire. My blood, my power, my immortality created him, powers him, runs through his veins. It's an eternal marriage of life through death. To him, I am life. For this eternal moment, we are one.
"What the hell do you think your doing?!" Buffy yelled. "Stop it!"
I ignored her. We both did. Suddenly I felt a pain that tore through my entire body, like I was being ripped apart. My eyes snapped open and I saw Buffy with a stake pressed to my Childe's heart.
I couldn't think. All I felt was rage. He's mine. MINE!!!!! MINE TO DO WHATEVER I WANT WITH!!!! MINE TO LOVE!!!!!! MINE TO KILL!!!!!! MINE!!!!!!!
I grabbed Buffy and threw her away. Without thinking I grabbed Larry and bit into his neck, drinking his blood. He's mine!
What brought me back to reality was Buffy's pain filled cry. I ran to her and dropped to my knees. "Buffy, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I couldn't think, all I felt was rage. I'm sorry I'm so sorry!"
I tried to touch her, to beg her to forgive me. "Don't touch me," she hissed.
"I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to...Buffy please," I begged.
I went to touch her again, but the look she gave me was enough to stop me. It was filled with anger, hurt, and...betrayal? She looked betrayed. What does this mean? "Well I guess now I know how much your 'love' for me is worth." Her voice was filled with sarcasm, loathing and even hate when she said love. And there is was again. Betrayal. What the hell does this mean?!
"Well at least you got me back for the alley thing," she said quietly. She started to get up and stumbled. Without thinking I reached out to steady her. When I touched her she went still. She took a deep breath. "Get off me Spike." Her voice was cold and empty, and it hurt me more that anything has ever hurt me before. I took my hands off of her and took a step back.
She took a shaking breath and stood up. Her eyes swept over Larry and the others. With a shock I realised I'd forgotten they were even here. Larry was sitting on the ground, and I could tell that he was disorientated. Without looking at me Buffy walked by them. I want to look at her but I'm too ashamed. I wait till she's gone then I look at Larry and the others, who are still kneeling. I sighed. Things have just got very complicated.
