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Vices of My Blood	By : oldbooks Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: Warnings: Torture, Extreme Language, Sexual Situations, Violence Buffy/Spike; Drusilla/Angelus Pairing

Chapter 13

Angelus and Drusilla were slowly making a round about the town. Drusilla was rubbing her tummy seemingly full from the last meal she had shared with her sire. Feeling the air shift she stopped walking and looked around slowly. Angelus stopped as well and moved close to her side. He ran his fingers through the hair at her temple. �What do you see, sweetheart?� his voice was a whisper against her cheek.

Drusilla held on to Angelus� free hand. She searched the darkness for the thing that caught her attention. �I smell it, naughty gypsies, the smell of fear and bitterness, anger and arrogance,� she said as she licked her fingertips. Her huge eyes scanned the darkness and gently sniffed the air. �The scent is still strong. I can taste it on my tongue, Angel. It tastes of cookies my aunty used to make, always bitter and dry,� she said wistfully. She looked up at her sire, and said with a much stronger voice, �But she doesn't make cookies now does she, Daddy? You made sure of that.�

Angelus only smirked and looked at Drusilla. He never regretted making her his childe . . . his favored childe. She was an ethereal beauty and he made sure she stayed that way for all eternity. �What�s on your mind, Princess?�

Drusilla let go of Angel�s hand and slowly made her way to the magic shop, entering quietly. The shopkeeper was turning out the lights and moving to the back of the shop when she opened the door causing the bell to jingle.

The shopkeeper blew out some candles when he announced, �Sorry, honey. We�re closed.� He looked up and saw Drusilla standing in front of him. He never even heard her slippered footsteps and it made him jump to see her so close. �W . . . What do you want?� he asked nervously.

Drusilla stepped closer; she looked around in the air with a contemplative smile. �The pixies told me you had a visitor today.� She stared up at the ceiling while rocking back and forth. �They worry.� Then Drusilla stared at him, holding him in a hypnotic trance with her eyes. �They want to know what you and the mean teacher talked about.�

The shopkeeper wanted to move, to get away from the woman but his feet refused to work. He stood stock still and found himself staring into the most beautiful set of blue eyes he had ever seen. It was like staring out into the sea at night. �She was looking for a Thesulan Orb, to restore a gift to a friend; I think she said �his soul�,� he stammered.

Drusilla walked toward the shopkeeper, each step taking her closer to her prey. When she was a few inches away from him she held up two long professionally manicured fingers and stared deeply into the man�s eyes. �Look into my eyes,� she beckoned softly in a cooing voice. �See me, be in me.� When he was fully entranced, her facial features shifted and her canines elongated. She let the bloodlust simmer before attacking the shopkeeper like a viper.

Angelus peered through the window and smiled evilly as he watched his childe feed on the robust shopkeeper. It was wonderful to watch his beautiful childe in the throes of ecstasy as she fed. It was a thing of splendor to see it first hand, to see the demon he had created relishing in pleasure as warm, rich, human blood gushes into her mouth. His beautiful girl, even in the beginning, was a very neat drinker; she never let a drop go to waste. It was then that he saw Drusilla drop the body and lick her lips clean.

It was only moments until Drusilla stepped out of the shop and swayed toward her sire. She pressed her body against Angelus. Her flesh was warm from her meal and her dark red lips stained with blood. He leaned down and kissed her, lightly licking the blood away with his cool tongue. They continued to walk the streets leisurely.

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�Buffy, I think something may be wrong,� Spike said seriously. He didn�t know what had happened to Buffy. He was worried about her body�s rise in temperature. He wasn�t much of a bookworm like her watcher so he didn�t have anything lying around that he could use to research the consequences of the cure. He had to tell her what he knew. As a rule vamps could lie to their hearts� content to get what they wanted, but he had always been the exception to the rule. He didn�t want their relationship to be based on lies.

Spike looked at the girl beside him until she made eye contact with him. Buffy was very beautiful; gorgeous even. He had a feeling she never walked into any situation blindly. Even though he didn�t know much, he wanted to help her solve what was happening to her. Something even he hadn�t anticipated. He sighed to release the heavy proverbial weight on his shoulders. �You�re heating up, love, and I don't remember that in the brochure,� Spike said, giving her a small smile as he tried for morbid humor.

"Oh God, Spike. What�s happening to me? Cause lusty, slutty Buffy, so not me. It's like I can't control it. Oh God, I wish Giles was here. Well, maybe not here, �cause in the same bed with us like this? Ewww. But he would be all research guy, looking up all the answers. It's not enough that I have to be the freak of the school, now I'm even freakier than ever. Was this supposed to happen? I thought this was supposed to make me better not freak of the month. I'm like cover page news. Look at Buffy the Girl Turned ....whatever the hell I am! Oh my God, is that why you stopped with the kissage . . . now that I�m like Bigfoot you don't want me?"

Buffy couldn�t stop herself from babbling. It was as if she had too much caffeine. This thing was really wigging her out. First she was too weak to move; now she had strength gradually coming back and it felt like someone had turned the furnace up 90 degrees when it was already 120 to begin with. She eyed Spike speculatively. She had this inexplicable urge to pound him into the bed sexually.

Just as Spike was about to say something to calm Buffy�s nerves a knock sounded at the door. Bloody hell, couldn�t I have one moment to talk to her about something without someone interrupting? He bellowed for the person to enter and Dalton scurried inside forgetting to shut the door behind him.

That was when Buffy�s newly heightened senses caught the scent of another human. Buffy stood up from the bed and pushed past Dalton. She swiftly moved down the hallway, stopping to sniff at the end of the corridor. Yes, definitely human and it was coming from behind the door in front of her.

Spike sighed and climbed into the wheelchair. He could have stood up had he wanted to but he didn�t want anyone to know he was gaining his strength back from the few times Buffy let him drink from her. He motioned the minion out of his way, and wheeled the chair out of the room. He followed Buffy through the hallways until they were outside the chambers that Angelus had chosen to house himself and Drusilla. He was surprised to hear a possessive growl emanate from the Slayer's vocal chords.

Buffy pushed the door open to enter the bedroom as Spike maneuvered his wheelchair in behind her. He was already tired of the damned contraption, but there was no way he was going to let on to the minions that his mobility was returning. Spike heard the gagged mumbling of the Slayer's little whelp friend before he saw him. Not surprising, the boy was hanging from a bar attached to the ceiling. Spike knew how uncomfortable the position was having been there himself.

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China, 1900, Boxer Rebellion

The Order of Aurealius had taken up residence in a suite of an abandoned hotel. What was once a grand place with opulent rooms and elaborate d�cor in bright yellows and reds and deep blacks was now dark and dingy, streaked black from smoke that wafted in the broken windows from the fiery riots outside.

The suite had two bedrooms of equal size with a sitting room between the two. Angelus and Darla shared one room while the children, as Angelus had referred to Drusilla and Spike, shared the other. It was in this room that Angelus had strung Spike up to the canopy of the four poster bed. One wouldn�t think that the bed in question could hold dead weight, but leave it to his grandsire to work around that.

So here he was strapped to the end of the bed. He should have known better than to take his grandsire�s praise at face value. He should have known better than to believe Angelus when he said that he was a part of the family now. He had preened under the older vampire�s praise and now he was hanging from the canopy of a bed like a woodcut mermaid on the bow of a ship.

Maybe Angelus was right. Maybe he was too cocky for his own good. Before they had returned to the elders, he and Drusilla had fucked amid the wreckage of the abandoned temple in which he had killed his first Slayer. He had been searching for Slayers ever since 1880 when his grandsire had brought the word to his attention. The previous seven had met their end for one reason or another. But Xin Rong, the Slayer he had tracked all over China, was his first important kill and he relished in the adoration of his sire.

The sound of the door opening caused Spike to snap out of his small trip down memory lane. He looked up to see Angelus enter the room with all the arrogance befitting his status as a Master Vampire. He swaggered when he walked across the room to stand in front of Spike.

�William,� Angelus spat the name out as if it had left a bad taste in his mouth.

He looked Spike over from head to foot and back into his cerulean eyes. He honestly didn�t see what had attracted Drusilla. The boy came from common gentry and Angelus had made sure to set him up in all the best hotels and homes when they needed a place to live and he repaid him, first, by running them out of London when he had decided to kill those who had ridiculed him with railroad spikes, and then out of Berkshire for deflowering and then feeding from the maids of a nobleman who kept a townhouse there. No matter how many times Angelus tried to impart wisdom to the younger vampire it never seemed to stick.

Then there was Darla who had given him the present that left him cursed with this wretched soul and she had kicked him out of their home. She had stolen the favored daughter from a clan of gypsies as a death day present. She was to blame for his soul and yet she punished him by banishment for her mistake.

Now here they were in China during this wretched Rebellion. Watching the Chinese trying to oust foreign involvement in their country was turning out to be boring. He loved bloodshed as much as the next rebel but this was like watching paint dry. It never seemed to accomplish anything. On top of that Spike had just killed his first Slayer to upstage him and then to make matters worse, he had caught Spike�s scent all over Drusilla. But then, standing this close to the honey-blond he could smell Drusilla all over him. It was nauseating. Everything about this: being in China, watching the Rebellion play out, Spike and Dru, was making him sick inside.

�So you thought you could take my place in the family during my absence? Thought you could take my place where Drusilla was concerned, did you, boy?� Angelus asked with a dead calm to his voice.

Spike swallowed hard. His Adam�s apple bobbed up and down with the action as he stared back at his grandsire. He had a feeling this wasn�t completely about killing that Slayer. Not with Angelus. He could kill an army and Angelus would never speak a word against that. But his grandsire was territorial. Drusilla was off limits. He had overstepped his bounds by slipping into his sire�s bed when Angelus had left with no sign of returning. But now here he was, reclaiming what was his in what promised to be the most deliciously painful manner.

�You weren�t around, Angelus. What was I supposed to do? I had to take care of her. Darla led her own life and it rarely included us. Bloody hell, you wasn�t around!� Spike bit out through clenched teeth. The bonds that held him were biting into the flesh of his wrists.

Angelus stepped back and seemed to think over his grandchilde�s words. He looked the younger vampire over, weighing his decision, watching the muscles bunch under the pale skin as Spike tried to shift in his restraints. That was when Angelus struck out at him with a big fist to the gut.

The blow would have doubled Spike had he not been in restraints. The pain radiated through corded muscle and caused him to cough from the impact. He sucked in an unneeded breath to staunch the pain. �Bloody hell,� he muttered.

�Did that hurt, William?� Angelus asked in mock concern.

Angelus� mammoth fist connected with Spike�s chin causing him to bite down on his tongue. The blood welled in his mouth and nearly burned his throat as he instinctively swallowed. He glared at his grandsire defiantly. He wondered when the whips were coming out of storage.

Not one to let fresh blood go to waste, Angelus gripped the back of Spike�s hair and pulled his head up. He leaned close to lick the blood off the younger vampire�s lips. He could feel the muscles tense under the taut, pale skin before releasing when it didn�t receive any impact. He blinked at his grandsire in surprise.

�William, I doubt that after all this time any punishment I inflict on you for your infringements will do any good. But I hope something sinks into that thick skull of yours soon,� Angelus said in aggravated tone before his features shifted to his demon.

He twisted Spike�s head in a savage grip before plunging his fangs deep into his grandchilde�s throat. The blond vampire groaned and tried to press against the dark vampire�s body. The extra reward of becoming a vampire, the pleasure-pain of the bite, the drinking, feeling the blood fill your mouth and slide down the throat was a volatile rush when a vampire was subjected to it by another vampire.

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Spike groaned at the memory. He was hard as steel from the visual it left in his head. He was jolted out of his reverie when a pained groan from the Harris git floated to his ears. He shook his head to clear it before focusing to see that Buffy had pulled one shackle apart to free her friend and was working on the other.

Buffy had looked at Xander for a moment as he hung from the ceiling and the thing inside her relished the sight. However, her human side was in control and currently trying to break his restraints. The scent of fresh blood from his wrists, rubbed raw from the chafing shackles floated thick in the air and she growled softly.

When Xander was finally free he hugged Buffy tightly. Buffy growled as his jugular pulsed with warm blood under his skin. Without warning she vamped but struggled to keep herself from biting her friend.

�Xander,� Buffy said through a mouth full of fangs. �Get out of here now!�

�But Buffy . . .� Xander was confused. �You could come with me now. We�re free.�

Buffy pulled away from Xander and showed him her demonic visage. �No I can�t, Xander. Not like this I can�t.�

What Xander saw of his friend�s face surprised him so much he �eeped,� let out a girlish scream and stumbled to the door before disappearing down the hall to any exit he could find. He had to warn Giles about what had happened to Buffy. This family of freaks had turned his friend.

Buffy stared after Xander but didn�t move. She was as shell shocked as he was afraid. She didn�t understand what was happening to her. She was a human furnace but she had fangs and she felt her features shift. For a second she wondered what she looked like. She looked around but there were no mirrors in the bedroom.

She sighed to release some of the building panic. She hadn�t imagined that her life would change this drastically in a month. To go from Slayer!Buffy to Weak!Buffy to Demon!Buffy. It was so strange. She looked at Spike and saw his mouth open in something akin to bewilderment.

�What? Am I really that ugly? Has whatever this thing is inside me deformed me beyond recognition?� Buffy asked a little peeved at Spike�s stunned silence. He hadn�t spoken a word since he followed her in here.

�No. Buffy, love, we need to go back to our room,� Spike said. His voice was thick with yearning though whether it was from the memory or seeing her demon, he wasn�t sure. �If Angelus finds us in here he will know you turned the boy loose. There�ll be punishment all around and we need to figure out what�s happening to you before he gets his hands on you.�

Buffy nodded even more confused about her body now than she ever was. She followed Spike back to their room as he wheeled himself in front of her. They entered the room they shared and Buffy closed the door behind her. She turned to Spike and watched as he stood up tentatively testing how his weight supported him.

Her mouth dropped open at the sight of him standing at his full height of five-foot-ten-inches. He was all long legs and taut muscles. When it seemed like he trusted his legs to work, he pushed the wheelchair away and sat on the bed against the headboard, patting the space beside him. She walked over and sat next to him still in awe that he had regained his feet.

�What? How? When?� Buffy asked rapidly.

Her earlier confusion about her body was thrown off kilter at this new development. A sense of elation and dread formed in the pit of her stomach; elation that he was healthy again, but dread also, because with his health he could now leave and turn on her at any given moment.

Spike saw the fear in her eyes when his met them. He didn�t know what to answer first. His strength returning was one of those things he wanted to talk about earlier when they were interrupted. But now what could he start with: the strength returning or her demon?

"Buffy, I got my strength back from the few times that I drank from you. I started to feel your blood working after the first time, but with the extent of my injuries it had taken nearly this long to heal. I�ve known since the day you started your flow,� Spike said, explaining the easiest thing on the list.

From the time she had vamped while hugging Xander her demon had been in place and it took all of Spike�s will not to let his features shift and pounce her into the bed. He saw the fear in her eyes when she saw him stand. He knew she was worried about what would happen next. He also knew Buffy. No amount of talk would convince her that he�d stay; he would have to show her in action that he wouldn�t leave.

�Buffy, you�re still in game face,� Spike chuckled.

�Really?� Buffy asked, surprised that it was still there. She reached up to touch her face. �Is it deformed and ugly? What does it look like?� She was curious about her demonic appearance being that it may be something she would have to spend the rest of her life with.

�No, it�s not ugly and deformed,� Spike assured her. He stared at her face. Buffy�s features didn�t have a prominent deformation in the forehead like his demon did. Her forehead was furrowed with small lumps as if she were concentrating heavily on something. But her forehead wasn�t what drew his gaze. It was the bright turquoise color of her eyes with gold specks that made them stand out like jewels. The startling effect made him feel as if he were falling into the ocean, yet afraid to drown in their depths.

Spike couldn�t help the growl that rumbled through his chest. His demon forced itself to the surface in response to what he felt was his mate�s call. When Buffy�s demon saw his, she growled back at him. Her body began to heat up even more and she started panting from it.

One minute they were staring at each other, the next they were tearing each other�s clothes off and fighting for dominance of who should be on top. His clothes went flying one way, her dress flew the other. Neither caring as they wrestle on the bed to get to a desired position.

Buffy felt as if she were on fire. She was desperate to feel Spike�s cool skin against her, inside her. She gripped his shoulders and pulled him against her hard, trying to mesh with his body. When she wrapped her thighs around his hips she sighed contentedly as his cool body lay against her. It felt like a cool breeze to her overheated flesh.

Spike felt as if he�d burst into flame. Buffy�s heat poured off her in waves. He groaned when she wrapped her thighs around him and arched against him. His hands moved slowly along her throat and chest. He was palming her breast when she grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him down for a kiss, both groaning in pleasure.

Buffy wrapped her arms and thighs around him in a vice grip with her renewed strength. She shuddered when his tongue slipped past her lips and entered her hot mouth. The first touch of his cool tongue sent a wave of pleasure through her body to pool between her thighs. She sucked desperately on Spike�s tongue, trying to cool her body down with the feel of him.

Spike growled in his throat when he felt her suck on his tongue. When she finally released it he explored the recesses of her mouth. It was as if his tongue had slipped inside an oven. His questing fingers tweaked her nipple until he heard an answering growl and then slid his hands over her ribcage leisurely, skimming over her flat tummy and traveling further to search for the tiny nub of her sex. When he found it and pressed against it he felt her convulse under him and growl louder.

Buffy tore her lips away from his to find a more comfortable position now that Spike�s hips had shifted to accommodate his hand between them. She arched and bucked against him in concert with his fingers. She raked her nails over his back and shoulders until her hands molded to his hips and she ground up hard against his fingers and cock.

Spike kissed over her cheek, toward her neck and over her chest. Everywhere his lips touched she was searing hot. When she bucked hard against his fingers and shaft he nearly lost it. The heat of her cleft enveloped him for a second and then disappeared causing him to whimper in protest. When her nails furrowed into his hips and she strained against him, he couldn�t take it anymore.

Spike leaned up and kissed Buffy passionately as he positioned himself against her. He wrapped his hands around her hips, raised her pelvis up and plunged deep into her heat. He let loose a growl of pleasure as the euphoria of her velvet walls enfolded his cock in its snug sheath. He heard her cry out and felt her stiffen a bit. He looked up at her to see a momentary glimmer of pain from the tearing of her hymen before she bucked her hips to take him completely inside her.

Buffy growled in response. Her demon seemed to take charge as she clamped her thighs around Spike. She bucked her hips hard and slow at first, the pace growing as the pressure inside of her built. She shuddered against him with each deep thrust. His cool flesh moving inside her caused her slayer muscles to convulse around him.

Spike was on the verge of shattering to pieces if Buffy�s inner muscles continued their litany of tremors around his shaft. He started to pant with her even when he didn�t need the breath. A vampire can only take so much. One hand gripped her hips to hold her in place � anything to stop her from sending him over the edge too soon. It was like her rippling inner muscles were doing a tap dance along his cock. It was driving him crazy.

Buffy laced her fingers in his hair and pulled him down for another kiss. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth to lick his teeth, enticing him to play with her. She rolled and bucked her hips against him to no avail. The motion only caused the heat inside her to grow.

Spike grabbed the headboard for stability with his free hand and crashed his pelvis against her, meeting her thrust for thrust until he dominated her movements, plunging hard and deep inside her grasping pussy. He closed his eyes tight against the sensation that was almost too much to bear.

Buffy glared up at Spike through passion-glazed demon eyes. Seeing the same passion mirrored in his, she scored her nails over his flesh feeling him shudder against her and raised her hips for his punishing pace. The movement caused his cock to hit the right spot and pound against it continuously. She ripped her mouth away from his and cried out his name before sinking her fangs into his neck above his siring mark. �MINE!� she growled.

That was all it took. Once she had raised hips to his demanding pace, let loose with the scream and bit into him he was gone. Spike growled at the feel of her fangs entering his neck and sank his own into her jugular. �MINE!� Spike replied as he came at the taste of her rich blood as it washed over his tongue.

Buffy shuddered under him when his fangs entered her. The pleasure-pain caused her to contract around him, squeezing his shaft as she came with him. They each pricked their tongue and licked their marks closed before finally collapsing. A few minutes later their features melted back into human form.

�Am I really?� Buffy asked hesitantly. She didn�t want to be rejected now not after this monumental moment in her life.

�Yes, pet. You�re really mine and I�m really yours,� Spike said sleepily. He kissed his mark on Buffy�s neck and curled around her body. She fell asleep in his arms with him still inside her. A duet of purrs filled the room.
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