Ok, thanks to Wolfpup, Rin and Megan for the support on this. Also big hugs to Awesomesauce76 for telling me to just do it!!
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There was shivering the air around the figure of the young boy in the doorway, then he vanished. Edward stepped forward first, moving Spike out of his way to stride into the great hall. Spike was staring at the ground where Dracula had stood, he was shaking his head and Harry saw Mitchell put a hand on his shoulder. He followed Edward out into the massive, hollowed out chamber. It seemed empty but for the draped off area in the centre. Just looking at those curtains made Harry shiver. He remembered without wanting to the touch of Dracula's hand running down his body. The feeling of the cold mouth on his skin. Harry felt his heartbeat quickened and Edward turned to catch him in along red stare which ended as Harry painfully dragged his eyes away and got out his wand from his jacket pocket.
Behind the rest of the group were shuffling forward, Harker hanging at the back, Lady Elizabeth, Mitchell, Zillah and Spike on a level with each other looking warily around the empty room. Couches and cushions lined the walls; they seemed abandoned in a hurry, some of them overturned. Harry could hear his pulse loud in his ears. It made him feel exposed and vulnerable. He shook off the feeling and continued to walk forward, following Edward's movements. There was a sound behind him and he turned suddenly to see the four other vampires stopped, perfectly still. It looked as though they had stopped midstride. There was something wrong in their eyes, Harry ran back to Spike almost touching his arm in concern. He stopped within a few feet. All four vampires stared ahead, unseeing. Their eyes were milky white, all colour had been erased. Something had trapped them where they stood.
Spike was following Harry and Edward, his confidence about this whole venture had gone to dust with Sir Francis Varney. Spike had begun to like the ugly, tortured vampire as they had made their way through the tunnels. Something about his death, the finality, the suddenness of it, had scared Spike. He tried hard to think of the last time he'd been scared. Nope, he shook his head, can't think. He hoped these boys knew what they were doing, he thought to himself morosely. He wasn't sure they could trust Edward anymore; at this his eyes darted to the small lithe form of the Potter boy. Potter didn't know Edward had killed that boy did he? Could Edward pull himself back for love? Spike wasn't sure; blood lust was a mighty powerful thing.
Something caught his eye off to the side; he turned his head sharply in the direction of the movement. There was nothing there, but he could have sworn he saw a shimmer of blue, then nothing. He looked back to Potter as the boy wizard pulled out his wand. The great chamber fell away, it was if it was a watercolour painting the room around him bled and faded to another scene.
He was in a bedroom, standing in the doorway of a Victorian lady's bedroom. What the hell was going on? The walls were delicately shaded sapphire blue, the door and furniture a dark, old wood. A dressing table was in front of him, laid out with a silver hair brush and fragile glass pots of perfumes and cosmetics. The bed was the same blue, a four poster draped in heavy silks. He'd seen this room before, but where?
As he walked further in, a figure lounging in an armchair by the fire, came into his line of sight. The figure wore red and black lace, falling over her milk white breasts and pooling around her feet like blood. The long black hair was worn down, over her cheek, she looked dishevelled but gorgeous.
'Drusilla,' Spike breathed amazed. He no longer thought about the great hall, Potter and Cullen. He was here and so was she.
Drusilla stood gracefully and she held out a delicate white hand, Spike held it in his and kept her gaze as he bent his mouth to kiss her fingers, touching his tongue to them briefly. Drusilla shivered a delicious shiver.
'Oooh precious, you do know how to treat a girl,' her voice was husky with desire. She waved another hand towards the bed. 'I've brought you a little present my poppet,' she breathed, stroking his forehead with her cold hand. Her touch was like fire, how had he become so aroused? His attention was taken by something moving on the bed.
It was a girl, her blonde hair spread out over the pillow, her eyes wild with terror. Her ivory silken nightdress was long but it had been pulled up to reveal her legs, the skin creamy and soft over her thighs. Spike imagined biting down on the flesh, the blood welling up to cover his tongue and licked his lips. He moved quickly to the bed, the girl began to scream and scramble herself up against the head board, trying desperately to escape but Spike put out his hand and placed it firmly over her mouth. Her terrified eyes blazed out at him.
'Nice and easy,' Spike whispered to her, feeling his glamour surround her and her body becoming limp, 'nice and easy.' He ran his long fingers down the girl's neck feeling the delicious pulse beating quickly beneath the skin. He trailed the hand lower, lower until it was lightly touching her softly swelling breast. The girl jumped and Spike grinned and held her down more tightly with his hand on her mouth. Holding her there, he looked down at her body. Through the pale silk he could see the dark of her nipples beginning to harden from his touch. He teased around one with his fingers, feeling the flesh pucker and harden under his fingertips. Involuntarily the girl sighed, Spike smiled up at Drusilla.
'Precious, 'he smiled up at her, 'is she all mine?' Drusilla laughed a silvery tinkling laugh and nodded her head, her eyes aflame with desire as she watched the scene before her.
Spike pinched the girl's nipple hard, a gasp and a moan escaped the pink, open mouth and Spike laughed again. Shaking his head, his fangs slipping into place with an audible click he removed his hand, propping himself over the girl's body. His mouth dipped to her ear.
'Does that feel nice?' he whispered lasciviously in her ear. The girl nodded mutely, her eyes wide as she took in the fangs which were so near her throat. 'I'm going to make it feel nicer.' Spike chuckled darkly into her throat as he gently licked her skin, running his teeth over the fluttering vein.
Putting his weight on one hand he moved the other down, back to the nipple which was now hard and aroused beneath the silken nightdress. His nail traced the soft edges where the skin began to flush and the girl bucked beneath him. His mouth followed where his fingers had gone. The rough friction of his tongue on the silk was setting the girl's body on fire. She'd never felt like this before, this amazing feeling, this glorious tension building between her legs, without meaning to she opened her knees slightly. Spike's head went up. He could hear the pulse between her legs, he could smell her arousal. They were combining to make him very hungry and very turned on. He glanced at Drusilla who licked her lips, enjoying the show. He put his weight onto the girl, forcing the breath from her as his cold body made contact with her skin, the silk conducting his cold through to her skin making her shiver delightfully. With his mouth hovering over one nipple he let his fingers dance over the other, nipping sharply and then retreating, swirling, teasing. The girl sucked in her breath and began to move her hips beneath him. He could feel her hot body along the cold length of his erection. For a moment the thought being inside her, feeling her heat around him, soft and wet made him stop. The girl groaned and her hand flew to his head, encouraging him onwards. Not liking this indication of her control, he grabbed her hands in one of his and placed them firmly above her head. Holding her, pinning her down, he continued licking and sucking at her nipple through the fabric until it was soaked through. He put his hand to the neckline and grabbed the lace, pulling down hard, ripping the fabric, exposing her body. The heat of her skin against his shirt was intense, like being near a furnace. He'd forgotten how good it felt to fuck a human. The thought lingered in his head and, still holding the girl down, he took off his own shirt, laying himself along her hot skin, closing his eyes in ecstasy. This felt so good. Her heavy silken breasts topped by the hard nipples pushed against his cold chest and he bent his head to lick around them, teasing and nipping with the other hand. The girl was frenzied, her breath was ragged and hoarse and she moved beneath him, trying to create friction between their bodies.
Spike's hand gave a sharp pinch on her nipple, eliciting another moan, before he slid the fingers down her body. He toyed briefly with her navel, running his finger around the soft indentation, feeling the tiny hairs thrill against his fingertips before he moved lower. The girl was making soft mewling noises and her hips jerked up as he traced his finger into the wet blonde curls between her legs. He paused briefly to open her legs wide. The cold air assaulted her hot, wetness and she jumped again. With his mouth moving from one nipple to the other Spike began to run his fingers lightly over her, never touching with any force. She moved desperately against him, trying to find his fingers. As he toyed with the girl Spike looked up at Drusilla. She was leaning against the post of the bed, her eyes bright and her wet tongue licking her lips, she nodded encouragement to him.
The girl was oblivious to anyone else in the room now. Spike slid his cold fingers inside the folds of her pussy, his icy skin burning the sensation into the girl's flesh. His hand moved from her arms to rest firmly on her stomach and he held her still while he opened her up to him. He traced a fingertip down though the wet curls, over her mound directly on to her clit. The tiny nub of flesh was hard like a tiny nipple. The girl froze, her body arched up off the bed. Spike's finger began a lazy circle. The girl thrashed on the bed, wild and desperate. Watching her face Spike circled the finger again, relishing the hissing breath and the flush of blood under the skin on her chest as she tried to create a rhythm with his hand.
Abruptly he took the finger away, in a second his face was by the girl's, drinking in her heat as the blood pulsed in her body. Her eyes flicked open, her body still writhing on the bed beneath him. Spike lay back next to her, his hands behind his head. The girl was desperate, how could she get him to carry on, her eyes pleaded.
Spike took her hand and placed it carefully on his crotch, his erection strained at the leather; his trousers creating a perfect outline of his hard cock. The girl's eyes were wide as she realised what he wanted her to do. Tentatively she stoked along the length of him. Spike's grin widened.
'That's it love, you get the idea.' He looked to Drusilla, her mouth tilted up in amusement at the girl's naive movements.
Spike looked down to see the thin fingers grasp him through the leather, a hiss escaped from his mouth and his hips followed the hand up automatically. The girl was smiling at his reaction to the movements of her hand. She trailed a nail over where she could see the smooth head pushing at the soft leather, Spike lay back against the cushions his hands behind his head, his eyes slitting shut in lust. His hand pushed her hand away. The girl looked at his face frowning, wondering what she had done; the sight of him, hard through the black leather, had her wanting all sorts of things she'd never even thought of before. Was she doing this wrong? Spike's hand pushed gently at her shoulder, coaxing her down the bed. She struggled briefly, unsure that she could do what he was obviously telling her, but his hand was insistent and she found herself facing his hard cock, her mouth inches from the leather of his trousers. She gave him a tentative lick. He groaned and stretched out, pushing himself nearer her mouth with his hips. His hand was on her head, pushing her closer.
She ran her wet mouth over the tight leather, moaning to herself as she realised how big and hard he was. Abruptly his hand pushed her cheek, the other unzipping the leather and his cock stood out against her lips. The hand on her head guided her to the tip; it glistened with a slick sheen. She licked it gently, feeling him grind his hips upwards, pushing himself at her. She mouthed the tip, swirling her lips over the slick head, tasting his excitement. He obviously wanted more but she didn't think she could do it, this was all too frightening. She slipped her lips over him again, feeling his shudder of appreciation and feeling too the jerk as he tried to push himself further into her mouth. His hands, wound in her hair, and the sounds he was making were doing crazy things to her body. She ground herself onto the bed sheets, desperate for pressure to relieve this building, implacable tension. His hands pulled her hair gently and she gasped at the star burst of tingle in her scalp. His hips bucked forward and he plunged his hard cock into her gasping mouth. Her lips came down automatically and he began to move her head with the grip on her hair. His thrusts upwards and the pressure on her head downwards making her take him fully in her mouth. He was long and cold and thick, the slick head nudging her throat. When her initial panic had subsided she risked a look up to his face. Spike was sitting forward, his face open as he thrust into her, watching her every move. As she looked she saw him wink slowly. Then he was moved like lightening.
He was behind her, her legs splayed out either side of him. One of his hands had hitched up her hips leaving her wide open to him; the other was on her breast pinching tightly at her nipple. Her body bucked backward of its own accord, the tip of his cold cock coming into contact with her hot, wet pussy. With supernatural strength Spike pulled her slowly onto his length, savouring the hiss that came from her lips as she felt his icy member tight inside her. Pulling her up so that she lay back along his chest he thrust into her, his eyes half closed. Drusilla smiled as she watched him enjoying the girl. She reached out her hand to viciously grab and twist Spike's nipple. He moaned and thrust up into the girl again, causing her to spasm against him.
'Is she coming Spike?' Drusilla whispered leaning close into the couple as they moved in synchronicity. 'Can you feel her tight around you, squeezing you with her hot, wet muscles?' Spike nodded, his eyes closed his lips at the girl's neck. 'Can you feel her pulse around you, baby? Can you feel that red, wet beat against you?' Spike thrust again; his eyes open now, wide and staring. His body bucked again, he was clearly near his orgasm. Drusilla held his head by the hair, pushed his mouth to the girl's outstretched throat. 'Can you taste her blood, pouring down your throat Spike? Taste her blood on your tongue and teeth as you bury your hard cock in her?' Spike growled, his fangs settling on the girl's skin, just above the vein.
It was too much for him, his beast was at the surface now. The wet heat of the girl around his throbbing erection and her soft, hot body against his chest cried out to him. The blood sang in her veins, coaxing him, egging him on. He pulled back his head, trying to resist, trying to stop the beast from taking over, possessing him.
Drusilla played her fingers down the girl's body, slipping between the girl's legs and caressing her. Spike felt Drusilla's cold hand against him and knew what she was doing. The girl began to orgasm, her legs shaking wildly as her muscles clamped down on his hard length buried deep inside her. The feeling washed over him, enveloping him and sweeping him along with the moment. His teeth met through the muscles of the girl's throat, hot blood gushed down over his chin, slicking his body as he thrust into the girl's limp, shaking body. He felt himself release inside her; the rushing liquid echoing the blood pouring down his throat. The heart beat a few more feeble beats and her body slumped forward onto the bed, releasing itself from Spike's grasp. Spike looked down in horror as the image before him swam into reality. His hard, naked body was slicked with gore. Red dripped from his hands, his chin, down onto the bed, staining it scarlet like poppies. He looked up at Drusilla.
She was leaning against the bed post, her red fingers were at her moth and she sucked hungrily. In despair Spike felt his body responding. Drusilla's blue eyes bored into his. A part of his brain was trying to tell him something, something important. He tried to listen through the red lust filled haze which was starting to cloud his mind. Drusilla's eyes were brown not blue. He shook his head trying to clear the blood lust as it threatened to engulf him again. This wasn't Drusilla. As the thought settled on him like a gentle snow fall, Drusilla's body began to transform. Swirling magic filled the room and licked at her body. When it abated there was no Drusilla. Instead there was the young boy with the sapphire eyes.
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