A steady beat was thumping inside the bronze that night. Teenagers were nodding along and swaying their arms too and fro with the sounds. Blood was rushing about in their veins and vampires were sitting happily watching and waiting for one stupid enough to leave alone.
The only non-vampire person not dancing or attempting to, was the slayer. Buffy Summers was new to Sunnydale and had turned up at the club to see her first friends she'd made. Her watcher had followed her and was trying to explain the importance of being a slayer to her. But why listen?
Sighing slightly she blew him off and grabbed her coat. If the vampires were looking for a meal, she'd be on their list so most likely they'd follow her out. She clipped along in her boots and waited for the first attack.
What she did not expect was for a vampire to be smart enough to sneak up on her. Buffy could feel something following her. But whether her senses were failing or the creature was too far away, she didn't know. But she wasn't sure if it was a vampire or not. Just to make sure she didn't hit an innocent human, she swung up on an old pole and waited it out.
A few seconds passed and she could see no one. Just as she was about to swing down and act normal, she heard a slight sound. Someone was singing.
"Run and catch...run and catch...the lamb is caught in the blackberry patch..." it was soft and almost inaudible to human ears. Buffy was glad for a second that she was the slayer. From one end of the alley, walking towards her was a figure. The stance said male but something was wrong with him. He was short and had slightly wavy, dirty blond hair. It was rather long for usual boys and most of it was tucked behind his ears, except for the few strands that had fallen loose.
The clothing seemed normal enough, if a little dull, but the guy seemed to be giving off a weird vibe. Buffy decided he was probably drunk and trying to make his way home. Swinging down from her hiding place, she managed to land a distance away from the man so she could leave him be and not be attacked if he was that sort of guy.
However, she was about to leave when the guy sat on the floor and began to trace random patterns whilst humming to himself. Buffy decided he was safe enough to talk to and slowly approached the man to get him to go home. "Excuse me? Er...hey there?"
The man laughed and looked up at her revealing intense blue eyes. "Hey there yourself." He grinned and watched as Buffy came closer. She smiled at him and he smiled happily back, quite content to sit and doodle in the dust forever.
"You know, it's dirty down there. Maybe you should go home? You know? Sober up a bit?" She crept closer and held out a hand to help him up. The man simply ignored her and carried on playing in the dirt. She sighed and went to pull him up.
The guy cried out and pulled violently away from her, putting as much distance between the two as possible. "No touching!" he cried and quickly stood up, some more of his hair crept out from behind his ears and fell into his eyes. "No touching! Only Daddy's allowed to touch and you're not him! You're not him!" Buffy was startled and backed away from the man, intent on going home and staying there.
As she made her escape from the drunk, she ran into someone else at the other end of the alley and they both ended up on the floor. Thinking it was an ambush; she quickly flipped onto her feet and took up a fighting stance. The stranger however, took his time is rising to his feet and dusting himself off.
"What do you want?" She questioned and hoping her watcher could hear and would come running with more weapons, she only had a stake and vial of holy water with her.
"The same as you." The stranger replied and watched the drunk intently. "We both do." The blonder of the two was clapping from behind Buffy, so she spun round and pulled out her stake in defence.
Before she could do anything to the blond, the other man had got between them. His expression hadn't changed, but Buffy could tell he was trying to refrain from yelling at her or something. Still wary of the situation, she backed off but kept her stake out, just in case.
"And what's that?" She asked and watched as the blond crept up behind the brunette. He was muttering something quietly, and even with slayer hearing Buffy had no idea what he was saying.
"To kill them." The taller replied evenly. "To kill them all." He turned his head slightly so the other could whisper something whilst hanging onto his shoulder, and Buffy could see just how perfect the guy was. The brunette not the blond. That guy was freaky. "We want to help."
"Who are you?" she let herself relax slightly. This guy was no threat, plus he was fit. However, it was the mad guy she was having a problem with. He was humming to himself and seemed to be talking to no one.
"A friend."
"I don't need anymore friends." Buffy answered to keep them at some distance. She couldn't trust this guy yet. Hanging around with some weirdo in an alley? Not exactly trustworthy material.
"I didn't say I was yours." The dark stranger replied and took a step backwards, into the shadows, towards the other man.
"I don't like it. I don't like it." The blond man stamped his foot and looked up towards the sky. The taller man looked over him and stepped closer.
"What is it? What don't you like hmm?" Buffy was taken aback by the tone the man used. He sounded concerned yet used to it at the same time. She looked on as the blond replied.
He was smiling to himself and humming some tune. Gently tracing the lines of the other man's face without touching, he replied, "The ice queen wants to munch on her merry meal. But the moon doesn't like her dancing with the King anymore." His face split into a grin and he laughed a little whilst draping his arms round the others neck. "It makes me sad."
"Come on. We'll go." The saner of the two took the other's hand and began leading him away from the still confused girl. "We'll see you soon slayer." He called over his shoulder.
Before Buffy could reply, she saw the insane guy pulling away from the other's hand to come back to her. She stood perfectly still as he smiled and lent towards her. He seemed to take a while to remember what he was doing, but eventually he did.
"Three stars. Three lines. One circle." He pulled away to look her in the face and trace the outline. He chuckled a little before pulling back violently and skipping back away to the other man who was waiting. They walked away into the silence surrounding them.
Buffy shivered and ran all the way home.
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Angel sighed and drained the blood in front of him. Drinking from a mug wasn't too bad. Even if it was pig's blood. He'd adapted well over the years, but for Spike, it had been a different matter.
Sometimes he would drink quietly and be as good as gold. But mostly, he would whine and wail about having to drink from a mug. Angel didn't even think it was the fact that it was pig's blood, just the fact that it wasn't in human packaging. His boy had always been difficult.
At the moment he was being quiet. Spike had draped himself on the table and was tracing some patterns through the air. Angel sighed and sat back to watch his boy. He was humming slightly and keeping himself entertained, but it was only a matter of time until he got bored again.
Angel watched as words in different languages were traced through the air. He knew that Spike had no idea what they meant, or if he did he would just forget soon enough. Lines and curves were swiped through the cool air and all the time Spike continued humming his song to himself. "Sire?"
"Yes my boy?" Angel answered and walked over to where Spike was lying on the table. The apartment was small, but he'd soon find somewhere new for them both. He knew Spike hated small places he needed the room.
Spike giggled and bent his head backwards so he could see his Sire upside down. "Why is the little girl so strong?" he grinned when Angel furrowed his brow in confusion. "The strong girl. She killed a baby today. Hmm-bad girl. Will get her in trouble that will."
Standing next to his childe and checking him over slightly, Angel answered softly, so that Spike would understand. "She's a slayer Will. You remember slayers?" He watched as Spike rolled onto his side and stopped tracing patterns suddenly.
He got onto his knees and sat up to look straight at his sire's face. "I know slayers." His hissed and rested his chin on Angel's shoulder so he could whisper the rest straight into his ear. "I killed slayers I did. They tasted of honey and lemon. So bitterly sweet." He pulled away and sat back on his feet, sucking a finger as if remembering the flavours of said slayers.
Angel sighed and pulled the finger away from his childe's mouth. "Spike? Have you fed today?"
Spike pulled away and tugged at his honey blond locks. "Someday I think all my hair shall fall out, and I'll be bald..." he pulled a few strands in front of his eyes and began flicking them back and forth. Angel rolled his eyes and tilted Spike's chin so that he was looking into his eyes.
"Never going to happen." He waited for Spike's nod and smile before continuing. "Now stop changing the subject and tell me. Have you fed today?" Spike looked down and stood up on the table. He placed his feet at the very edge and began walking along like a tightrope walker.
Knowing where this was going, Angel walked alongside and held out a hand for Spike to hold. Sure enough, his childe soon grasped at his hand to steady himself whilst balancing on the edge. "Will? Tell Daddy..."
"I'm not hungry." Spike whined like a child and stuck out his other arm to help him balance.
"You need to feed kitten. You're weak." He pointed out and quickly caught his childe as he slipped. Spike fell into his Sire's arms and smiled at the older vampire. "I got you." Angel reassured his childe and kissed him gently on the nose.
Spike giggled slightly and clambered upwards until he was practically lying across his sire's shoulder. "You got me Daddy." He whispered and began purring gently in his sire's ear. "You got William." Angel secured his grip and walked over to the chair he'd vacated earlier. "All of me."
"That I have." Angel gently set Spike in his chair and knelt next to him so he could brush his hair back. Spike grinned happily and licked at his sire's palm. Angel smiled and stood to go and get his childe something to eat.
When he returned, Spike was having a conversation with a half chewed rabbit toy. It was a very old toy that had been loved to pieces for nearly half a century. Its whiskers were missing, its glassy black eyes were scratched as was its pink button nose, patches of fur had been pulled out in a rage and it no longer had any tail. Spike had adored it ever since he took it from the baby's crib. He'd named it Lucifer.
"Will? William you have to feed." He walked over and knelt next to his boy. Spike ignored him and tugged at the rabbit's ears. "Will? Please?" Angel watched as Spike tried to ignore him. But there was no way he would ignore him when he was asking nicely.
Eventually the younger vampire looked up and held on tighter to his 'pet'. "Do I have to?" he pouted and sniffed at the mug his sire held. "It smells funny. Like ash and wood all together in one." Spike scowled and looked at the mug. "The moon doesn't want me to. It's contaminated."
Having had enough, Angel pulled his childe to his feet and sat in the chair before pulling the younger vampire on top. Spike whined and struggled as Angel wrapped a strong arm across his chest and brought the mug to his childe's lips with the other.
"You will drink this. I don't care what the moon says. You will drink this!" He growled and tipped the blood towards his childe's mouth. Spike opened his to protest and found himself swallowing the blood. Blood dripped out of the sides of his mouth and onto his tee shirt. Angel made sure every drop was gone before throwing the mug across the room and listening to it shatter.
They played this game everyday. Spike wouldn't feed so Angel made him. Then came the part that Spike lived for. "Sire..." he wailed and wrapped his arms round Angel's neck. Angel sighed and patted his childe's back as he sobbed into his chest. "'M sorry...I didn't mean to be bad..." he cried and nuzzled at his sire's chest.
"I know..." Angel answered evenly and lifted his childe into his arms. Spike hung onto his sire and began to lick and kiss at his face to beg forgiveness. Angel grinned and laid his childe on their bed. "I know Will, but you still have to feed. Everyday my boy. You know Sire only worries about you..."
Spike nodded and continued to lick and nip at his sire's face, still not feeling forgiven enough. "Please Sire... I'm your boy..." Blood smeared across Angel's chest as his childe unbuttoned his shirt and moved downwards. Before he could get any further, Angel grabbed him beneath the arms and pulled him on top.
"I know you are Will. And I'm going to take care of you." He murmured before flipping them both over so he was on top. Spike watched quietly as his sire kissed and licked his way across his chest. He smiled and began giggling to himself.
Angel looked up and waited for Spike's funny moment to pass. Sometimes Spike needed a while to adjust to the change of mood and it always included giggling. However, Angel was not pleased when a look of distress crossed his childe's face soon after. "Will? What is it?"
Spike lay back and clutched at his head with his hands. Moaning loudly he rocked himself back and forth whilst the voices told him what was going to happen. Angel crawled back up the bed and held his childe close to his non-beating heart as he whimpered with the force of the vision. Spike wailed and moaned loudly before falling silent.
"You okay? What did you see baby?" Angel asked after a while of silence. Spike just started giggling again. Louder this time and picking at Angel's open shirt.
"The girl's going to get hurt." He giggled and bent down to take some of the material in his mouth. He chewed on it for a while before Angel pulled it back. "The strong girl. She's going to fight our big daddy and be very sick afterwards." He cackled a little before whining like a puppy and curling into his sire's arms.
"It's okay Will. We'll sort it out." Angel soothed and rubbed the dirty blond's back comfortingly. Spike was shaking and wailing into his chest, so he pulled up the duvet they shared and wrapped it around the quivering boy.
This was going to be a hell of a year.
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