Title: Unnatural 3/8

Series: Unnatural!Verse. Part One.
Author: Miz Thang
Summary: post-Shells, Illyria has a few thoughts on things. The people she has to deal with. This takes a little twist on canon. I'll just say this doesn't turn out to be a happy ending fic.
Spoilers: Season 5 of Angel, up to Shells, and some plot points beyond that.
Warnings: Spike/Illyria. Sex. Character Death.
Rating: FRM

Notes: The first three chapters are short, mainly because in the beginning it had been a series.

Chapter Three: Closer

If there was anything to call this setup, it would be weird, peculiar.

For one, it was Illyria, god king of the primordium, shaper of things. Once the owner of all she desired.

Two, it was Spike, the second vampire with a soul that seemed to have a thing with falling in love with females that could kick his ass. Not that he was in love with Illyria…

The old him, if there was such a thing, would've found serious fun in her world. And he guessed she wasn't surprised. All her talk about her old mate and how he'd loved his life. His life as her pet. Only Spike wasn't her pet…

Instinctively, and completely out of nowhere, he felt better, a bit more important-it is an ego boost that a god king wants you as her pet-with that knowledge. Not that he wanted to be her pet. Give her advice, since she had no Qwa'ha Xhan, be there, by her side, through everything.

Didn't seem like he really had any choice in the matter. Not when they seemed to not be able to control themselves when they were alone together.

Buggering passion.

You'd think a century-plus old vampire and a millennium-old god king could keep their hand to themselves.

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, they couldn't. Not that they were really doing anything, besides playing Crash Bandicoot. She'd found him playing one day and instantly became fascinated with its addictiveness.

He had fun watching her play, seeing her look of total concentration as she attempted to stay away from the "insufferable creatures that would not retreat" which were, in short, penguins.

"I do not understand," she murmured, moving instinctively as she made a character slide across the ice.

"This system has no point, gives no prize, holds no power. And yet, I am compelled to play on."

"Great thing about some things, Blue. They make no sense." Spike replied, cursing at game over.

"Yes. I have noticed. Many things make no sense." Illyria began, standing and pacing the room. "I do not understand how this began. I do not understand you. I do not understand what I am doing. I feel human. I feel all these things and I can't control them." She turned to look at him. "What should I do?"

"Personally, I think you should let go for a bit. Stuff the overly done 'I am a god king, fear me' into a closet and have this thing we like to do these days called fun."

"Fun?" she echoed. She seemed to think about it. And then she made the obvious decision. She'd have this thing called fun, with Spike. "What must I do?"

"Guess you could go with the blue hair and eyes, but the leather." Spike paused. "Not that it's a bad thing."

Far from it.

"Just might be a…better thing if you did without the dominatrix outfit."