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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 6

Angelus pulled a squirming Buffy behind him and backhanded her face making her dazed enough that he could shackle her wrists to the chains that hung alongside the wall without her causing too much trouble. He stepped back and looked at her hanging from the ceiling by chains. His smirk showed how much he admired his own handiwork.

�You know, you should feel lucky, Buffy. I mean, I normally don�t do the physical torture myself. But there are those rare occasions when I can�t pass it up. Such as now,� Angelus taunted as he brushed a finger over her clothed nipple.

As Buffy came out of her daze, she sucked in a breath and held it. Out of stubborn pride, she refused to move a muscle, or give him any other reaction he wanted. The burning in her lungs as she fought to hold her breath as long as possible made her body even stiffer. She expected Angelus� first touch to be a hard punch with his fist; instead it was the feather-light touch of his finger against her nipple. She released the breath she�d been holding in a low and shaky way.

�From what Spike tells me of the two Slayers he has killed, a Slayer�s blood is the elixir of power to us. I wonder if your blood has a sweet taste.� Angelus quirked a brow as he ran his finger along the curve of her breast and pinched the nipple to get a reaction out of her. Angelus grinned as he took in the sight of the pert little body hanging before him, noticing that his soulful side still had his same taste in beautiful women. God, he was going to love driving this one around the bend. He wouldn�t receive as much pleasure from it as he had when he made Drusilla insane, but then nothing had given him that much pleasure.

Buffy tried to shy away from Angelus� touch, but the heavy chains wouldn�t let her move. She cried out when he pinched the nipple. She tried to bite her lip to keep from voicing her pain but with the shackles chafing her wrists and the sudden, unexpected pain that had surprised her she had yelped. She shuddered at the lustful, lecherous look in his eye, even if she couldn�t tell his thoughts. It was the same look that Spike had given her on occasion but for some reason she had reacted differently to Spike�s lustful expression. Coming from the blond vampire it made her shiver with anticipation. Coming from Angel . . . no, it�s Angelus, not Angel . . . it made her skin crawl and made her nose itch to wrinkle at the sight.

Angelus stepped back and slapped her hard, leaving a palm print on her cheek. �You know, I hate getting my hands dirty with this type of thing,� he said conversationally. He walked to the door and told a minion just beyond the threshold to bring him a whip and summon Spike. �I feel the need to show that rash grandchilde of mine that no good deed goes unpunished,� he said as he walked back over to her suspended form. Angelus pulled a pair of gloves on so he literally didn�t get his hands dirty, all the while talking to Buffy calmly. �You know what my disobedient grandchilde did? He thought he could replace me in Dru�s eyes. I mean, yeah, he took care of Drusilla for a hundred years, but Drusilla is my childe and there is no way that boy could replace my presence in her life with his own. You know he thought she was his destiny? Yeah, and whenever he thought that, she would coming running to me, for her sire�s attention. Ah, my Drusilla is a sweet one. She�s chaste and can still act the virgin after all these years. She�s soft and pliable, obedient, hell she even screams on key when she has a mind to.� Angelus had a wistful faraway look in his eyes. After a moment he focused on Buffy. �The reason Angel never claimed you, my dear Buffy, was because you�re too prudish and stubborn. We, meaning my soulful side and I, prefer women to let a man take the lead, and you just won�t allow that.�

Buffy rolled her eyes, finally fed up with the discussion. �Are you just talking to hear your own voice or are you going to kill me any time soon?� Okay, not the brightest move she�d thought up, but hey anything to get him to shut up about his crazy companion.

Angelus threw his head back and laughed wholeheartedly. �You�re very much like William; reckless, rash and bold. I can see why he likes you!�

Just then the vampire in question rolled through the door and wheeled the chair just out of Angelus� current reach. �You rang , Angelus?� Spike bellowed before he looked up and saw Buffy shackled to the ceiling. His jaw dropped when he saw her dangling there from the heavy chains.

�What the bloody fuck is that, Angelus?� Spike asked mortified at the sight of the Slayer in chains. The bastard had her in chains. Typical Angelus, never fight a battle you can�t win single-handedly. That was his grandsire�s motto.

�That, my boy , is your lesson for today,� Angelus answered him. I am so going to relish this. Relish the look on Buffy�s face at each whack, relish Spike�s reaction. It made him hard just thinking about the lesson he was about to teach his grandchilde.

�What is torturing a Slayer I�ve been trying to kill for months now going to teach me?� Spike asked speculatively. He had lain off killing her when they came to the agreement of waiting until both were healed to dance a decent fight and then kill each other.

�The lesson for today, William, is just this: If you don�t give up on Dru, this very torture will happen to you,� Angelus said calmly without bothering to look at the blond vampire. His eyes raked over Buffy�s body appreciatively though which made her squirm, or try to at least. Seeing her squirm made the borrowed blood in his veins run faster.

�Dru�s my sire; I can�t completely give up on her. Hell, I took care of her for a century. If you hadn�t left us when you got the bloody soul of yours, we wouldn�t be where we are today,� Spike tried to reason with his grandsire.

�Well, now that I�m back,� Angelus faced Spike for the first time since the younger vampire entered the room, �You can stop taking care of Drusilla, she�s healthy now and doesn�t need you sniffing under her skirts . . . when she has me to do that for her,� Angelus couldn�t help but egg Spike on.

Spike snarled at Angelus but kept silent otherwise. How dare he warn me away from my sire? He had known that when he performed the Eligor ritual there had been a chance that Angelus may come back, but this new version of his grandsire was getting a bit overbearing in his old age. He couldn�t just give up on Drusilla. He loved her. He knew she loved her precious daddy more, but that never stopped Spike before. And it wouldn�t now.

The minion came into the room and delivered the whip. As he turned to leave he saw the Slayer chained and licked his lips nearly drooling from the idea of fresh blood. Before he could say anything, both Angelus and Spike growled at the minion, sending him scurrying out of the room.

�A soul and humanity makes a person weak and defenseless. . .� Angelus started to lecture Spike. �Even a slayer is weak and defenseless,� Angelus said looking up at Buffy�s inert form hanging from the ceiling. �Take for instance our Buffy here, supposed to be the one that�s chosen to fight our kind, but look at her now, bound up and can�t do a thing,� Angelus stated.

Without warning, Angelus let the end of the whip fly and the tip licked a slice of skin from her flesh. Buffy hissed at the stinging pain and the crack of the whip made Spike jump in his wheelchair. He let the whip fly again and again, but other than hissing breaths, the Slayer refused to let Angelus hear her pain. Spike on the other hand, jumped with each crack of the whip.

The sound of the whip became monotonous. Spike lost count of how many cracks the strip of leather made, but by the look of Buffy�s shirt which was ripped to shreds, he couldn�t imagine how many cuts she had. The scent of her sweet Slayer�s blood made him rock hard, after weeks of nothing but bagged blood the scent of it freshly spilled was enough to drive his demon to frenzy.

Angelus let up on the whip when the Slayer had passed out from the shock. He went over to her body and unshackled her. Then he walked over to Spike and dropped the unconscious body on his grandchilde�s lap. �Ah, Spike, the great thing about Slayers though, is that they are just like us in the fact that they rapidly heal, well aside from this particular Slayer who happens to have lost her Slayer strength. Now, get her away from me,� Angelus snarled at Spike. Spike gave him a tired look and wheeled out of the room.

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Spike reached over to open the door to his room, wheeled the chair in and shut the door behind him. He wheeled the chair over to the bed and carefully laid the girl down. Wheeling around to his side of the bed, he climbed up on the mattress and pulled her to him. He didn�t know what drove him to care for her. Maybe it was all the time they spent in this room talking and driving each other crazy. Maybe now with her Slayer strength depleted he now felt like someone really needed him, even if just for a little while. Maybe in some ways the Slayer reminded him of Drusilla when she was in poor health for all of last year and how she had relied on him before they came to Sunnydale. He couldn�t fathom why he felt obligated to care for her now. He just did.

Dalton silently entered the room with a bowl of water and a towel and just as silently left.

Spike gently pulled the rag that was once a shirt from Buffy�s body. He threw the cloth in the trash and unbuttoned her jeans, yanking the zipper down. He couldn�t believe Angelus had been this cruel. He never thought Angelus was jealous enough to go so far as to hurt another person in his place. Spike tugged the jeans down her slim legs and threw them over the bed.

Knowing his saliva had healing properties Spike slid down next to Buffy and began to lick her wounds. He sucked each long finger into his cool mouth before moving to lave her wrist, feeling tears well up at the raw flesh he found there. He pulled her back against him and ran his tongue over her shoulders and down her back, lapping up the delicious Slayer blood. He knew that however weakened her abilities were, his saliva helped her wounds to close, and he wanted to be sure no infections started to fester.

As he continued to bath her torn flesh with his tongue, he remembered the early days when he was just like the Slayer, a time when he was still William and at the mercy of Angelus. Angelus� cruelty knew no bounds back then. He treated friend and foe the same, with malicious cynicism. Back then Angelus had Darla and Drusilla, and all three were jealous of the other. Darla was jealous of the attention Angelus paid to Drusilla and when Dru went to William for attention, Angelus would tear into the younger vampire for daring to covet his prized child. Always with his grandsire, it was jealous possessiveness.

The times when Darla heeded her sire�s call and left the family-fold were the worst for William back then. Back then, Angelus took his carnal pleasures from both Drusilla and his grandchilde. Angelus would punish the younger vampire for claiming Dru�s attention -- even while Angelus had been preoccupied with Darla -- by tying the blond vampire to the bedpost and lashing his back. When the elder vampire finished the punishment, it only got worse as Angelus brought Drusilla into the room and pounded her into the bed right in front of her childe.

Spike mentally shook his head to clear him mind. Once the Slayer had stopped bleeding, he took up his usual post of wrapping his body protectively around her, nestling her head against his chest. His hands moved over her body. He rested his forehead against her shoulder and sighed. All he wanted was to restore his sire. When did everything go to hell?

Drusilla was lost to him. If he knew his grandsire, Angelus would make sure of that once and for all tonight. He had abused the Slayer in Spike�s place to pound the message through to his errant grandchilde. He couldn�t necessarily blame the Slayer for what Angelus did in taking Drusilla from him, although he figured he didn�t fight hard enough for his sire.

Spike blamed himself for putting his all into the Eligor ritual in an attempt to make Drusilla healthy again. All he wanted was to make his Dark Princess well so that she could join him on the hunt again. Of course he had made her well, and brought a very disturbed and jealous Angelus back into their lives. It was a risk he had taken for his sire.

Spike�s brow furrowed as he blinked back tears of anger and frustration at Angelus. His body shuddered a little when he tried to hold it in and the unconscious body against him vibrated from it. Angelus was the bane of Spike�s existence since 1900 when he had showed his grandsire up by killing that first Slayer. That was the night Drusilla let him have her body. When Angelus found out, his grandsire had whipped a layer of flesh off his body. But now he had finally lost Drusilla completely to Angelus.

Spike crushed the Slayer against him and whispered a vow into her ear, �I'm here, Buffy. We will find a way to kill that bastard. He'll pay for ever laying a hand on you and for taking Dru away from me. He will get what�s coming to him, I swear to you!�

Buffy stirred and snuggled more tightly against Spike�s cool body. He rose up and brushed the hair out of her eyes. Remembering she was naked under him, he let go of her and reached under the bed. He pulled a drawer open and plucked a t-shirt out. He raised Buffy to a sitting position and worked the shirt onto her body.

Spike pulled the covers out from under her weight and tucked her in and watched her move from pain-induced unconscious to restless sleep.

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Angelus prowled the bedroom he shared with Drusilla. He thought back to the whipping he had given the Slayer. It had turned him on to see Buffy trying to keep silent and Spike jumping at each crack the whip made. He reached down to rub the bulge that strained his pants. He had thoughts of killing the Slayer and his grand childe, but if they pleased him as much as they did tonight, he may have other plans for the blond duo. Who knew what the next day would bring.

Drusilla was on the bed, lightly stroking her body as she watched her sire pace the room. Angelus stopped and watched her for a moment, his eyes transfixed on her hand moving over her body. She knew her sire was distracted by his thoughts and her red lips curved in a sultry smile when she saw the bulge in his pants.

Before Drusilla could blink, Angelus had pounced on the bed, straddling her hips and pinning her down. He stared down at her dark eyes that were misted with the insanity he had driven her to. She was such a beautiful, obedient childe. He hadn�t made but a handful of childer, but of the ones he had made, she always remained his favorite.

Now that he had made his message to Spike perfectly clear, he grinned as he pulled the straps of her satin nightgown off her shoulders and tugged the garment down to her waist. His chocolate-colored eyes feasted on her exposed flesh before he vamped swooped down with a growl, sinking his fangs into Drusilla�s plump breast.

Angelus shifted until Drusilla�s creamy thighs cradled his waist. He reached down and ripped his fly open. He ripped the nightgown off her and threw it . . . somewhere. He raised her hips and plunged his cock deep inside her soaking core. He retracted his fangs from her breast and stared down at her passion-glazed eyes as he held her hips in a grip that would leave bruising impressions of his fingers when he was finished with her. He growled at her even as his thrusts became harsher and more demanding. His thrusting shaft pounding deeper, harder, so hard Drusilla had to brace her hands against the darkened headboard.

Angelus was vicious in his lust, continually pounding until he could almost hear her pelvic bone crash against his own. Had Drusilla been human, this ferocious manner of sex would have broken her body and possibly killed her. Being more than human had its advantages and Drusilla used them all to gain pleasure from her Angel and give it back tenfold. She tugged him down by his shirt as she vamped and kissed him hard, two sets of fangs mashed together through lips that bled when pricked by the other vampire�s extended canines.

Drusilla arched her body against her sire in subservience, offering herself to his dominance and nearly came from the harsh way in which her sire showed his appreciation for her loyalty.

Angelus lunged for Drusilla�s neck, and sank his fangs into her jugular, taking long, hard draws of her familial blood before growling, �MINE!� His claim was met with a lusty whimper from Drusilla.

Drusilla wrapped her body around Angelus and purred, �Yours, Daddy.� She gave a keening yell of his name as she came from the double penetration of Angelus� fangs and cock. Her razor sharp nails sliced across the skin on his back as she shuddered around him.

Angelus rewarded her obedience by exposing his own throat and nudged her closer with a gentle, but firm hand on the back of her head. She drank deep on Sire�s blood, shuddering under Angelus as the sweetest blood a vampire could drink slid down her throat and warmed her body. She pulled her fangs out when Angelus growled a warning and whispered �Thank you, Sire,� bringing a low growl of acknowledgement from Angelus.
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