Chapter Twenty-Two – Walk-in

Andrew stepped into the kitchen and walked over to Spike, holding out a wad of cash. Spike looked at it then tilted his head. "What's this then? You don't have to pay me to get a shag, Andy. Just let me finish the dishes and I'll get right after it."

Andrew shook his head. "It's not my money. We've got walk-ins out in the foyer. Told me to go get the guy whore. His words."

"Walk-ins? Plural? There's more than one and one's a bloke?"

"Yeah, he's got a girl with him and he looks sketchy as fuck."

"All right, I'll go see what's what. You stay here." Spike dried his hands then took the cash and tucked it into his pocket and walked out to the foyer. There was a large man and a young girl standing just inside the front door. Spike looked at the trembling girl and at the way the man's hand was clamped tightly on her arm then he stepped forward and said, "You're lookin' for me?"

The man eyed him then nodded. "Your profile said you take walk-ins."

Spike looked at the girl again, noticing her dirty disheveled clothing and snarled unwashed hair. He nodded. "I do. Come on up." He led them up the stairs to his room then opened the door and waved them in. "Come in."

He closed the door after them then asked, "What can I do for you, mate? I'm guessin' you want me to shag the girl since I don't shag blokes."

The man pushed the girl forward and said, "Just bought her and want to watch you break her in. Cunt and ass. You can throat-fuck her, too, if there's time."

Spike circled the girl, looking her over. She couldn't be more than fourteen or fifteen and she was trembling so violently her teeth were chattering. Tears were coursing down her cheeks and she flinched whenever the man spoke.

Spike stopped in front of her and looked up at the man. "Sure, mate. I can do that." He gripped himself through his jeans. "Looking forward to it, as a matter of fact. Been a while since I pushed into a virgin hole, but here's the thing. You won't be here when I do. I want to enjoy this and don't need the distraction. That bit's not negotiable." He walked over to the desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a digital camera. "I'll film it for you, though, so you can enjoy it over and over. Even upload it, if you want, and make some dosh off it."

The man shivered then asked, "That gonna cost more?"

Spike nodded. "Yeah. It's a grand for a video, but if you want snaps, I can do that for five hundred."

The man grumbled and dug in his pocket then held out some bills to Spike. "Film it."

Spike took the cash and put it in the drawer the camera had been in. "Anything you want me to do other than fuck her? Want me to slap her around a bit? Leave her bruised? Could fetch a crop and take after her with that."

The man's eyes fluttered and he voiced a low groan then said, "Yeah, bruise her. Want you to beat her with the crop. Especially her tits and clit. Want her clit so sore she'll scream any time it's touched."

Spike nodded. "All right. I'll mark her up. You want me to bite?"

More eye fluttering and groaning. The man's cock was hard and pressing against his zipper. "Bite her tits. Want them scarred, so bite hard. Fuck her hard, too, especially in the ass. I want her to scream."

Spike gripped himself again. "Oh, she'll scream. I'm not what you'd call small, mate. Gonna break her in proper."

The man adjusted himself. "I'll be back in three hours and you better do everything I want."

"She'll be a bloody bruised mess and probably won't be able to walk after I'm done splittin' 'er open."

The man shuddered and stumbled slightly as he walked to the door. Spike watched until the man had left the mansion then he quickly closed the door and turned to the girl. "What's your name, pet?" She flinched back when he took a step toward her and he held up his hands. "Not gonna hurt you, luv. Not gonna do any of the shite I spouted off to that bloke, either. Not gonna touch you in any wrong fashion. Just wanted to get him to leave you here. What's your name?"

She whispered, "Amelia."

"Okay, Amelia, I'm Spike and I'm gonna sort this. Where's your parents? How old are you?"

Her voice was a little stronger when she said, "I'm fourteen and I'm from Chicago, but I don't know where here is."

"You're in California, kitten. Okay. Here's what we're gonna do. I'm gonna call my girl and we're gonna figure a way to get you away from him and back home, all right?" She nodded and Spike reached out gently. "Come have a seat. Are you hungry?"

She nodded again. "He hasn't let me eat for a few days because we've been driving. Keeps me in a closet in his truck until we stop."

Spike led her over to the chairs and she sat down, wrapping her arms around herself. "He done anything else to you?"

"No. He hasn't really touched me at all, except when he takes me out of the truck to… he makes me go to the bathroom in the weeds beside the road. When he's not driving, he takes me out of the closet and I have to sit there while he watches videos and… touches himself."

"What sort of videos, pet?"

She glanced at him then looked at her knees. "I mostly only hear them. Girls screaming and slapping noises and other noises that sound like people being hit, but I saw part of one once when he dropped his phone because he was… having an orgasm. It was a girl and a man and he had his penis in her butt and she was screaming."

"So he likes to watch it instead of do it. Guess offering to film it was the right move. How long has he had you?"

"I don't know. I was walking home from school and somebody grabbed me then they sold me to him a few days later."

"Were you still in Chicago when he picked you up?"

"I think so. They had a bag on my head the whole time, but we didn't drive very far. They had me in a van. I think it was at a truck stop because I could hear all the trucks." She looked down at herself. "I'm still wearing my school clothes. My mom's gonna be mad that my school jeans got torn."

She suddenly burst into tears and Spike knelt beside her then carefully wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "Shhhh, pet. Shhhh. Your mum's not gonna be angry 'bout your jeans. She'll just be happy to get you back." He let her go and nodded toward the bathroom. "How about this. You go have a shower and I'll sort you some food and clothes. Then we'll contact your parents and have them fetch you, all right?"

Amelia sniffled, "It's just me and my mom. And she can't fly. How's she gonna get here?"

"Can she drive?"

"Yeah, but… I'm so far away." The tears started up again and Spike pulled her close, shushing her until she'd calmed down. She asked in a watery voice, "What about him?"

"Don't you worry about him, pet. He'll never lay eyes on you again. Turning up to fetch you will be the last thing he ever does."

"Why did you ask him if he wanted you to bite me?"

"Oh, um…" Spike stood up and moved away a few paces then brought his demon forward. "Because I'm a vampire, luv. Biting is what we do."

Her eyes widened and she pressed herself against the back of the chair with a small scream then squeaked, "Vampires are real?"

Spike nodded. "Yeah. You're in a brothel full of vampires." Spike held up his hands and shook the demon off. "And none of us will harm you. Not a one. You have my word."

"What's a brothel?"

"Oh… It's uh… it's a house where the people who live in it get paid to have sex with strangers."

"I thought that was called a whorehouse."

"Yeah, that's another word for it." He squatted down and propped his arms on his knees. "Best not mention the fangs to your mum, okay? Picking her daughter up from a brothel halfway across the country will be about all she can handle, I would think." He nodded at the bathroom again. "Go have a wash up. I'll sort you some clothes and leave 'em outside the door. All right?"

She nodded and stood. Spike backed off a few steps as she walked past him into the bathroom and closed the door then locked it. Spike smirked slightly. Guess she didn't know enough about vampires to realize that the piddling lock on that door wouldn't even slow him down if he wanted through it, but if it made her feel safer, then he'd respect the lock. He pulled his phone out of a desk drawer and called Buffy. "Pet? Got a bit of a situation in my room. Could you bring some of your clothes and snag Faith and maybe Willow?" He paused for a few seconds then said, "I'll explain it when you lot get here." Another pause. "Just some shorts and a comfortable shirt. Knickers, if you have any that aren't lingerie." Another pause. "Okay. See you in a few, pet."

Spike hung up then walked over to the bathroom door and had a listen. Amelia was in the shower and it sounded like she was crying again. Spike scowled then snarled, "The last thing he ever does, pet. The last thing. I swear it."

He stepped away from the bathroom door and called Andrew. "Andy? Could you sort me a quick meal? Got a girl up here hasn't eaten for a few days." A pause. "Yeah, the one came in with that large bloke. Doesn't have to be anything elaborate. Some soup and a sandwich would probably suffice." A knock sounded on his door and he said, "Buffy's here. Just bring it in when it's ready. Thanks, Andy."

He opened the door to confused expressions from the three vampires standing on the balcony, one of them clutching a bundle of cloth to her chest. "Come in, ladies. We have a rescue and an ambush to plan."

XXXX

Amelia had eaten and was currently asleep in Buffy and Spike's bed with Willow watching over her. Buffy's clothes had been a little big on her, but since Buffy was the smallest woman in the house, they would have to do. The rest of the available family members were gathered in Spike's room.

Spike said, "I promise she's fine, Ms. Abernathy. She wasn't assaulted, she was just snatched and sold. Aside from being hungry, tired, and dirty, she was all right. We've fed her and she's had a wash up and she's sleeping. We'll keep care of her until you arrive."

"The bloke who bought her? Don't give him a second thought. That will be sorted long before you get here."

"No, it won't be handled through official channels. Don't think Amelia should have to go through that, and in our line of work, ringing the authorities isn't somethin' we tend to do. We figure he's a long-haul lorry driver, based on her descriptions of what's happened since she was snatched, and people like that go missing all the time. He'll just disappear, ma'am."

"All right, ma'am. See you in a few days." Spike hung up the phone. "Are we set?"

Buffy nodded. "Yeah. The boys are watching his truck and will let us know when he gets out of it. We'll ambush him just inside the front door and take him downstairs."

Faith said, "Then I'll drive his rig to Nevada and leave it parked out in the desert where it'll take a while for anybody to find it."

Fred said, "And I'll pick her up and we'll get a motel room before driving back here tomorrow night. We should be back before Amelia's mom gets here since she's driving instead of flying."

Anya asked, "Why isn't she flying?"

Spike answered, "Some sort of problem with her lungs. Can't handle pressurized air, so Amelia will be our guest for a few days."

Buffy said, "She's staying in our room, and I think having one of us with her at all times would be a good idea. Don't want her to go wandering on her own and see something she probably shouldn't see. Everybody should probably try to keep clothes on for the next few days, too."

Spike looked at the clock. "It's nearly time. Let's get downstairs."

They filed out of the room and down the stairs, Spike taking position ten feet in front of the door and the others along the walls beside the door. Faith and Buffy were on one side and Anya and Fred were on the other. Xander and Andrew were posted in the parlor looking out the window. Xander whisper-shouted, "He's coming!" and all the vampires tensed, ready to spring as soon as the door opened.

They heard him clomping across the front porch then the door opened and he took a step into the house. He had enough time to register Spike's presence and then he was tackled to the floor. His arms were twisted up behind his back and Faith slapped a pair of manacles around his wrists then hauled him back to his feet.

Spike stood in front of him wearing a smirk. "Afraid I didn't comply with your wishes, mate. That little girl is going back home to her mum."

The man hung his head and sighed. "When will the cops be here?"

Buffy chuckled, "I didn't call any cops. Did you guys call the cops? Do vampires even do that?"

The man stared as they all brought their demons forward then shook their heads, and he stammered, "What are you going to do with me?"

Anya snorted, "I'm sure if you think real hard, you'll figure it out."

Spike snarled, "We're not gonna let you jerk it to videos of little girls getting raped, that's for sure. We're vampires and we're not even that depraved. What the bloody fuck is wrong with you?"

Faith started dragging him toward the basement as she shook off her demon. "I'm gonna put you in the playroom. Won't have time to play for a little while, but I'm sure you won't mind waiting. You and Angelus can get to know each other, since neither one of you is ever leaving that room."

Faith came back upstairs twirling a set of keys around her finger. "Been a while since I drove a rig. Hope I remember how."

Fred pulled the door open. "Just don't run me over, okay?"

"Then stay behind me."

They walked out of the house and Buffy shut the door behind them. The sound of a rig starting up sounded a few minutes later then it faded as Faith headed for the highway. Buffy walked over to Spike and wrapped him in a hug. "This is a good thing you did, Spike. How did you know she was being trafficked?"

Spike chuckled, "Well, the bloke telling me he'd just bought her kind of gave it away."

She leaned back. "He told you that before he went to your room?"

Spike shook his head. "No, but I saw how he was holding on to her and how she was trembling and looked like she hadn't been properly cared for. Knew something wasn't right with it, so I decided to get them up to my room and try to suss out what it was."

"How did you get him to leave her with you?"

"He wanted to watch me rape her, since watching's his thing apparently, although I didn't know that at the time, but I told him that wasn't gonna happen and offered to film it for him instead. Then I listed a few things I figured he'd want me to do to sweeten the pot. Thought he was gonna blow a load in his trousers just from thinking 'bout me beatin' her with a crop."

Buffy smirked. "You charged him for the video, right?"

Spike smiled. "Yeah. A grand. With the other cash, he's paid just over two grand for a fun-filled vacation in our playroom."

"I just can't wrap my brain around why he thought it was a good idea to bring her here in the first place. He couldn't find some rando at a truck stop to fuck her while he watched?"

Spike shrugged. "Probably thought someone in my line of work would do anything for the right amount of dosh and wouldn't be jumping to call the law over it, since what I do is already illegal. And also, you know… vampire. No morality, I guess." He smirked. "Could go down and ask him."

Buffy shook her head. "Nah. Faith wants first dibs. She's greedy like that."