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The Birthday Present	By : SpikesEvilbint Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9975 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Thirty-One

�Spike!� The voice came out as a rather satisfying � to Spike � high pitched squeak.

�Yeah,� drawled Spike, leaning against the door frame. �That�d be me. You really are smarter than you look. Or is it that you just remember all of the vamps that you�ve mutilated?�

Warren blanched. �Look, I was just doing my job, okay? It wasn�t anything personal.� He tried to push the door shut again.

Spike just casually reached in and pushed Warren�s chest, sending him reeling backwards. Spike walked inside and shut the door, making sure that it was locked.

�What? How can you come in here? I never invited you!�

Warren kept backing up. He hit the bed and fell on to it with another girlish squeal. Spike grinned and shook his head slowly from side to side as he approached the bed.

�Tut, tut, tut. Did you skimp on the research, Warren?�

Spike swept his arms out encompassing the room.

�Hotel, yeah?� He waited for Warren to nod. ��S public place, mate. No invite necessary. Handy that.�

He sat down on the bed, resting a hand on Warren�s chest.

�Well, handy for me. For you � not so much,� Spike added.

�H-how did you find me?� gasped Warren. He was beginning to hyperventilate. He tried to move away from Spike, but the vampire�s hand moved to his arm and held him fast.

�Does it really matter?� said Spike conversationally. �Not going to help you any.�

He chuckled as Warren began to tremble violently, then growled as his crooked fang snagged on his lip. Bastard! Spike took a deep breath. He didn�t want to lose his cool. Much as he wanted to rip his �doctor�s� balls off and stuff them in the fucker�s mouth, Spike had other plans.

�Well, firstly, I went to see Lindsey�s father.�

�He told you where I was?� asked Warren tremulously.

�Hmm�not in so many words. By the time that I thought about asking him, he wasn�t really up to talking.�

Spike�s voice was still eerily calm. It totally freaked Warren out. He lashed out at Spike, catching him on the side of his face and then he leapt off the bed and ran for the door. Spike cursed as he fell off the bed. Don�t underestimate the git! Warren�s hand was on the door handle before Spike grabbed him by the back of the neck and flung him away from it.

Warren crashed into the wall to the left of the room. Spike was on him again before he even had time to move. He hauled Warren back to the bed.

�Don�t fucking do that again!� Spike growled, slapping Warren�s face hard enough to split the man�s lip.

�Or what? You�ll kill me?� yelled Warren. He knew that it would take a miracle for him to make it out of the hotel room alive. So much for having a vacation.

Spike pushed his face close to Warren�s. �No � I�ll make sure that you live but maybe wish that you hadn�t.�

Spike gripped Warren�s balls with his right hand. �Fancy living without these? That�d keep you nice and obedient.�

�Oh, Christ,� whispered Warren.

He knew that the vampire was recalling his words to Lindsey about castration. Warren went limp. He flopped back on the bed and closed his eyes. Spike increased his grip.

�Don�t go passing out on me, Warren,� he warned. �Otherwise you might have a nasty surprise when you wake up.�

Warren opened his eyes but didn�t move. Spike glanced around the room. �Hmm�not a bad hotel. Pay you well do they? Anyway, where was I when you interrupted me?� Spike scratched his head thoughtfully. �Oh, yeah, I remember. You wanted to know how I found you.� He let his hand fall away from Warren�s genitals. �Don�t so much as fucking twitch unless I tell you, right?�

Warren nodded slightly, he was having trouble breathing. He was sure that he�d have a heart attack at any moment, his pulse thudding in his ears.

�Well, old Mr. McD was no use to me. So I took a look at his address book, and sure enough � there you were. �Course when I got to your house � nice place by the way � you weren�t in. Your neighbour very kindly told me that you were on holiday here for a few days. Amazing how accommodating people can be.�

�Oh, my God, you killed Mrs. Johnson!�

Spike rolled his eyes. �What do you think I am?� He grinned and let his features fade to human for the first time since entering the hotel room. �I can do polite quite nicely, thank you. I�m your long lost cousin from England by the way. She couldn�t wait to tell me where you were.�

Warren stared at him, his eyes wide and mouth still gasping for air.

Spike scowled and let his face vamp out. He licked his lips. �I didn�t really lie. We will be related. You�re going to be my child.�

�No!� Warren began to try to get up again.

�Told you not to move! Are you deaf?� Spike laughed raucously. �You soon will be!�

�Please, don�t. I�ll do anything, I�ll ��

�You�ve already done enough. Fucked up my fangs for good. Time to see what it�s like from the other side, Warren.�

Lightning fast, Spike pulled Warren towards him and bit deeply into the man�s jugular vein. He cut off Warren�s cry of pain by clamping a hand over his mouth. Spike felt himself harden as he drank the warm blood as it pulsed into his mouth. Even the fact that the crooked tooth meant that some blood was spilled, couldn�t detract from the bliss of draining a human. The terror that Spike�s victim was feeling made the blood taste even better.

When Warren�s eyes rolled back in his head and his body went slack in Spike�s arms, Spike allowed him to fall back on the bed. Spike lapped up the blood that had trickled down Warren�s chin before biting his own wrist.

�Fucking hell!� Spike�s eyes watered at the pain the coating caused for what should have felt merely like a gnat�s bite.

Spike opened Warren�s mouth with his left hand and held his right wrist over it. The blood dripped into Warren�s mouth. Spike waited until the blood was overflowing before he pulled his wrist away and licked the wound closed. Spike held Warren�s mouth closed and stroked his neck to help him to swallow the blood. When Warren had, Spike returned his attention to the man�s neck and drained him until his heart stopped beating.

Spike wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and moaned softly. He slapped Warren�s face lightly. �Got to give it to you, you�re sodding delicious.�

He stood up and rubbed his hand on his crotch. He closed his eyes briefly. Before the program, he�d never gotten any sexual pleasure when draining a male victim, but now�

Spike moaned softly as he released his throbbing cock from the confines of his jeans. He spotted an armchair in the corner of the room and sank down into it. He had some time to kill.

May as well enjoy the wait.

*~*~*~*

Oz�s heart was pounding as he knocked on the door to Lindsey�s apartment. He�d decided to walk to the apartment in case Willow needed her car to get to Buffy�s. After the phone call he ran the rest of the way. He forced his breathing rate to slow down and resisted the urge to try to kick the door down. He didn�t know what he would do if he discovered that Spike had killed Lindsey. Spike had been treated terribly but he was sure that the Slayer wouldn�t turn a blind eye to him murdering people, no matter how much she was against the program that The Initiative ran.

Oz heard footsteps and almost fell upon Lindsey with relief as he opened the door.

�Oz! Do you know what time it is?� asked Lindsey blearily.

�Um.� Oz glanced at his watch. �Sorry, I was just wondering if you�d heard from Spike?� He walked in as Lindsey stepped to the side.

�No, I haven�t heard a thing. Why did you leave without letting me know?� said Lindsey.

�I had a few things that I had to do and you looked like you needed the rest.�

Oz hoped that Lindsey wouldn�t keep on questioning him. It was making him feel very uncomfortable. His relief at discovering that his friend was okay was once again getting overtaken by his disgust at what Lindsey had done to Spike. It was also obvious that Lindsey hadn�t heard of his father�s death, and Oz definitely wasn�t going to volunteer that information.

�Can I use the bathroom, please?� asked Oz.

�What? Yeah, sure. You know where it is. I�ll go get dressed.� Lindsey walked to his bedroom as Oz headed to the bathroom.

Oz pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialled Willow�s number. �He�s not been here yet. And Lindsey doesn�t know about his father. Don�t come. I�ll call if he turns up or if I need you for anything,� he said quietly.

Willow recounted what Oz said to Angel. Oz could hear him muttering something but when Willow came back on the line, she told him that they�d go to Buffy�s instead. He hung up and flushed the toilet before going back into the lounge area. Oz slumped down on the couch. What was going to happen to them all? Had Spike lost it? Was he going to target them all? Oz hoped that Spike had just headed as far away as possible. If it kept Spike safe, he�d be happy never to see him again.

Oz had been with Lindsey for over an hour when the telephone rang. Even before Lindsey�s hand touched it, Oz knew what news it would be bringing. He held his breath. Sure enough Lindsey�s face paled and he sat with a thump on the arm of the chair near the telephone.

�Oh, my God,� he whispered. �I�ll be right over.� Lindsey put the phone down with a trembling hand and turned to Oz. �There�s been a fire. They think that Dad was inside.� His face crumpled as he put his hands to his face and sobbed. �Oh, Christ, Oz.   My dad��

Oz went to him and wrapped his arms around Lindsey. His friend clung to him for several moments before his managed to compose himself.

�Will you come with me?� Lindsey asked.

Oz hesitated, unsure that he could do this knowing what he did.

�Please, Oz,� begged Lindsey. �Mom! I�ll have to call Mom.�

�I�ll come with you, Linds,� replied Oz. �Wait to call her when you know more.� He felt terrible for saying it but just couldn�t face listening to that conversation.

Lindsey walked as if in a daze and picked up his car keys. Oz gently took them from him.

�I�ll drive, okay.�

Lindsey nodded gratefully. �You�re a good friend, Oz.�

Oz couldn�t meet his eye.

*~*~*~*

Willow let Angel and herself in to Buffy�s house and leaving the vampire in the kitchen, she raced upstairs to find Buffy. She pushed open the door to Buffy�s bedroom. She paused before walking in. Buffy was fast asleep, sprawled across the bed. With a sigh, Willow walked to the bed and softly called her name; she knew better than to try to shake the sleeping slayer awake. Slayer reflexes had seen Willow on her butt on the floor more times than once.

�Buffy, are you awake?�

Buffy stretched and opened her eyes. �Am now,� she said. She sat up on the bed and yawned. �What�s wrong?�

�Spike.�

Buffy was suddenly wide awake. �What�s happened?�

Willow backed out of the room. �Um, Angel�s back. He�s downstairs and I�ll let you get dressed.�

�Will!� protested Buffy.

Willow ducked out of sight and Buffy heard her hurried footsteps on the stairs.

�Okay, so it�s not going to be good,� muttered Buffy as she got out of bed.

*~*~*~*

Spike couldn�t remember the last time that he�d sired a vampire. He�d never been one for family after what had happened with his mother. Whilst Warren was going through the change, Spike went back down to the car. Before he�d left the basement of the McDonald house he�d taken some of the chains and other things stored there. He didn�t want Warren to have the chance to give The Initiative capture team the slip.

He securely fastened Warren�s ankles and cuffed his arms behind his back. Spike also brought a bag of blood up. It was only the synthetic stuff that he�d been fed whilst in the program. Spike glanced at Warren.

The poor bugger�s never going to know the taste of real blood. Spike grinned. He�s going to get a taste of plenty of other stuff though.

Twenty four hours after dying, Warren began to stir. Spike went to sit on the bed, so that he could see into Warren�s eyes as he became aware. Warren writhed on the bed, and uttered a low growl. Although it had been well over a century since Spike�s own change, he could still remember the pain. Being reborn into the un-life was more painful than anything that The Initiative had ever thrown at him, but the feeling of power and confidence that came with it made it well worth it. Spike had felt more alive since he�d been technically dead, than he ever had as a human.

He felt a small pang of sympathy that Warren would never truly be aware of just how great being a vampire could be. He shook his head. Where had that thought come from? He vamped up his features and watched Warren�s face eagerly.

Warren emitted a low keening howl as his face vamped up for the first time. The sound of the bones grating together was a good indication of how much it hurt. After this first time, it didn�t hurt at all but the first�

Spike�s eyes watered on Warren�s behalf. He grinned as Warren�s eyes fluttered open, revealing the harsh yellow eyes of his demonic side.

�Welcome back,� said Spike.

Warren blinked a couple of times before he was able to focus on Spike. He panicked as he saw the vampire.

�Spike! What did you do to me? I feel so strange,� said Warren, lisping slightly because of his fangs.

His perfectly fucking straight fangs! Spike growled. �I told you that I was related to you and now we really are.�

Warren growled, then gasped and tried to sit up. Growling and snarling once more as he felt his restraints.

�Check out the teeth, Warren. Welcome to my world,� said Spike coldly.

Warren yelped as he ran his tongue over his teeth, drawing blood, then he smiled at the taste of it. He glanced back at Spike, baring his teeth.

�Hungry.�

�Yeah, I know. Wake up ravenous you do. But don�t worry, your daddy�s thought of that.� Spike laughed as Warren snapped at him. �That�s it. Full of rage aren�t you. Afraid too �cause it all feels so bleeding different. Least I didn�t make you claw your way out of a coffin � now that�s not fun, believe me.�

Spike walked over to the table and picked up the bag of reconstituted blood product. He hadn�t added anything to it � he didn�t want to alter Warren�s mind in anyway. Spike wanted him to feel everything with the intensity that only a vampire can understand.

Warren looked repulsed for a second when Spike held the bag to his face, but then the demon surged to assert itself and with a snarl Warren bit into the bag and drank hungrily. He yelled and cursed as Spike pulled it away before it was empty.

�I need that; give it to me you bastard!� Warren tried to stand but a chain running from his ankles to his wrists wasn�t long enough to allow it and he fell to his knees at the side of the bed.

Spike laughed. �Can�t have you getting full too soon, child. Need those pretty features to stay on show for a little longer.�

A new vampire couldn�t easily change its features back until it had fed properly. Spike took something out of a bag on the floor and approached Warren.

Warren�s mind might still be only adjusting to his vampiric status but when he saw what Spike had in his hand, he went wild. Spike growled and punched him hard enough to stun him.

�Shut up your sodding yammering,� said Spike with a growl of his own.

He pushed Warren down onto his side and put a knee against the fledgling�s chest. Spike�s tongue stuck out a little as he put the pliers against Warren�s top left fang.

�You won�t really miss this, since you won�t ever have a chance to bite anything other than a plastic bag with it. And soon you�ll have that lovely little feeding tube so you won�t need to bite anything at all.�

Ten minutes later and Spike was looking curiously at the fang that he�d managed to pull out by the root. Warren was curled up on himself as much as his chains would allow. His mouth was dripping blood and he was weeping quietly at his loss.

�Oh, I�m sorry, did that hurt?� asked Spike, his voice dripping with sarcasm that Warren in his distress failed to pick up.

Warren nodded miserably; even the taste of his own blood in his mouth couldn�t appease him.

Spike stood up, put the pliers down on the table along with the tooth, and got the remainder of the blood product. He had to coax Warren to take it; soothing his distressed child with soft words and gentle touches.

Warren perked back up after draining the bag and began to wriggle once more.

�Time for me to go,� said Spike.

�Take me with you. Teach me what you know,� said Warren.

Spike smiled at him. He recalled saying something similar to Drusilla when he had first clawed his way out of the grave. As a newly turned vampire, the thirst for knowledge is strong. He patted Warren�s cheek almost sadly.

�Sorry, mate. I can�t take you with me. But I know someone who will.�

Spike walked over to the telephone, sat on the chair beside it and pressed for an outside line. He�d found the number for The Initiative in the telephone book when he�d been looking for Warren�s address.

�I�d like to report a vampire requiring capture,� said Spike. He disguised his English accent with a passable Southern one.   He told them that the vampire was restrained and gave the room number and name of the hotel.

Warren began to growl and snarl furiously as he heard Spike talking. Spike was chuckling as he put the receiver down. As Spike strode to the prone fledgling, Warren�s face returned to human for the first time. He shook his head at the discomfort the change brought.

�I heard tell that they routinely castrate lower grade vamps now,� said Spike in that conversational manner that chilled Warren to the bone. �Shame you�re not as handsome as me. Can�t see you avoiding that in your future, mate.�

�Please, take me with you,� begged Warren. �Please don�t do this, they�ll ��

�I know exactly what they�ll fucking do! I just hope the bastards dip you in that silicon stuff. See how much that bleeding hurts!�

Spike vamped his features and once more lost the hold on his rage at his former torturer as his fang snagged his lip.

�Tell you what � I�ll save them a bit of a job.�

He grabbed the seat of Warren�s pants and with one swift tug, tore them from his body. Warren screamed. Spike pulled him over until he was resting uncomfortably on his back, his hands and ankles beneath him.

�Save your breath for this.�

Spike grasped Warren�s left testicle and paused just long enough for him to glance fearfully at Spike�s face.

�No, ple � arrrgggghhh!�

�Did you listen to me? Did anyone ever fucking listen to me?�

Spike threw the ripped off testicle onto the floor beside Warren�s face. He laughed bitterly as the smell of blood made Warren vamp out even though it was his own. Bloody fledges would eat anything in the first few hours.

Warren rolled to he side and moaned piteously, panting with pain and fear.

�Don�t worry, you can�t bleed out. And you do know that they don�t grow back don�t you?�

Spike nudged him with his foot before walking to the bathroom to wash his hands. He stared at the mirror above the basin, letting his features shift to human and wondered what he would see in his eyes if he had a reflection. He had an uncomfortable feeling that he wouldn�t like what he saw there.

Before the program, life as a vampire was so clear cut. You killed to eat, had a little fun playing with the meal first if you wanted and got your kicks tracking down slayers to fight. Now�he had no clue as to what he should do. He walked to the door to the hotel room and glanced back at the trembling figure of Warren.

The Initiative had taken more from him than Spike thought that he�d ever be able to get back.   He stepped out into the corridor and pulled the door closed. Spike had no idea what the future would bring for him. By the time he got back to the car, he was trembling as much as his victim upstairs. As he waited to get his emotions under control he spotted the capture team�s arrival.   He slumped low behind the wheel and watched until they reappeared carrying a large body bag. Warren was unmoving, subdued with a blast from the Tazer, he guessed.

Spike watched the van pull out of the hotel�s parking lot. He didn't think it was a good idea to attempt to drive until he�d managed to get his emotions under control. All he could think of was that he was glad that it wasn�t him in the van.
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