Embraced 5
Hope Valley, New Mexico.
Nightfall approached in the once sleepy community of Hope Valley. There was a time that come nightfall the residents of this little town retreated behind closed doors with their families to enjoy quiet evenings of television, video games and normal happy family life.
Not anymore.
There were precious few happy families left in Hope Valley; in the past few months there had been an exodus, parents and their children leaving behind the little town which had been cursed with the blackest scourge – vampires.
Six months previous, a battered black de Soto had roared into town, it´s occupants searching for a new home and a new start. Finding, of all things, an old abandoned and de–consecrated church on the outskirts of town, the occupants of the car set about nailing up the windows and making themselves at home. Of course it wasn´t long before this tiny community of two became a *whole* lot bigger, and before long this new nest of vampires became notorious and the demon population in general began to swell. Rumour had it that this little town was close to a hellmouth, but of course that could just have been speculation.
The undisputed master of the nest was a vampire who had over the centuries become the stuff of legend; a famed torturer and merciless killer, he ruled this ´roost´ with a rod of iron... well, not so much a rod... more like a handful of railroad spikes.
Now standing in his private quarters in the inner sanctum of the old church, William the Bloody stared impassively at the battered and bleeding vampire before him. The miserable specimen trembled on the ground before the Master vampire, trembled as much as he could tremble being nailed to the floor. Even the most bloodthirsty of his minions were impressed and terrified by their Master´s brutality... Spike had always been known for his ferocity, but this far outstripped anything that the minions had either seen or heard of before.
It had lasted for a week.
Vampire limbs do grow back and heal given time and Spike had enjoyed slowly slicing off and sawing through the bone of every one of this poor unfortunates arms and legs one at a time. In between times the Master vampire would amuse himself by gouging out the vampire´s eyes or ripping out his tongue... but his favourite part was when he watched his lover ripping off the screaming vampire´s genitals with his teeth. But now the time had come to say goodbye... no amount of torture could change history, no amount of pain give back to Spike what this vampire had stolen from him... for this was the vampire who had slit Xander´s throat and robbed the Master vampire of the most precious thing he had ever possessed.
Spike turned from the quivering mass on the floor and sat down heavily on a large chair. With an un–needed sigh he fished a packet of cigarettes from the pocket of his faithful duster and sparked his little gas lighter, igniting one of the cigarettes. Rolling it between his finger and thumb he stared off into space, memories flooding his head and emotion choking him.
It was exactly a year to the day.
This day twelve months ago the bastard demon nailed to his floor had taken his Xan...
Spike had been searching for the boy. Guessing correctly that Xander was on his way to the Slayer Spike had followed, picking up the boy´s scent as he neared his destination and becoming more and more worried as he picked up the scent of a hunting vampire right alongside his pet´s smell. The blonde had watched helplessly as the vampire had slit Xander´s throat and then made off into the night. Roaring in anguish, Spike raced to the boy´s side, but it was too late; too late to get him to hospital, to late to save him, to late to save Xander, his love... his pet...
Blinded by fear and grief, Spike scooped up the bleeding boy and ran until he reached the basement room they shared and there he lay down on the bed beside his darling. What could he do? The vampire´s nostrils flared at the sight and smell of fresh blood and Spike looked in anguish at the jagged tear on the boy´s throat. Xander was pale now, his life´s blood pouring from the wound and his tenuous hold on life and humanity swiftly slipping away. Spike´s demon screamed in frustration... if only he could bite, then he could turn the boy... never have to lose him.
The Master vampire thought quickly – he knew Xander was nearly drained. If he could stand the pain, feed from the boy for just a few precious moments... Jumping from the bed, Spike ran to the corner of the room and lifted one of the boy´s t–shirts before racing back to Xander´s side. Flinging his duster to the floor the vampire hurriedly slashed the inside of his arm from elbow to wrist with his wickedly sharp nails – the blood welled from the deep wound and began to drip onto the blonde´s jeans. Nearly sobbing with fear and rage and haste Spike pulled Xander onto his lap and wound the t–shirt tightly around his arm and the boys head, effectively wedging his bleeding forearm over the boy´s slightly gaping mouth.
Xander twitched and began to cough weakly, the vampire´s blood trickling down his throat – that was the sign Spike needed. With no hesitation, the blonde vampire leaned over the boy and sank his fangs deep into the bloody wound as soon as they slid from his gums.
The pain was like nothing Spike could possibly have imagined.
White–hot agony radiated from the vampire´s brain and surged throughout every nerve in his body. Screaming into the wound he bit down spasmodically and the remaining trickles of the boy´s blood flowed anew down his throat. Every muscle in Spike´s body spasmed only serving to grip the boy to him even tighter and the lovers jerked and twitched on the bed in a hideous parody of their lovemaking. The vampire´s eyes bulged and it felt as if his brain was combusting inside his skull – with one final convulsion the vampire flopped back onto the bed, pulling the body of the boy with him, and with blood and foam flecking his demon´s face the vampire´s eyes rolled back into their sockets and he moved no more.
Just as the sun had set on the next evening there was a movement on the bed. No one was there to watch as Xander, lover of William the Bloody, was re–born. Growling, the boy extricated himself from his Sire´s grip and examined the still, lifeless form on the bed beside him. The boy´s feral features widened in a grin as he saw the blue eyes of his beloved snap open, but it was with despair that he realised that Spike had been so badly brain– damaged that open his eyes was virtually all he was capable of doing.
Xander cradled the blonde´s body to him and kissed him tenderly. "I love you Spike... I´m gonna make you well again, gonna make you strong..." Without permission, but knowing that it was what his Sire would have wanted, the boy sank his fangs into his master´s arm and drank, and when he was done he laid his lover gently on the bed and left the basement... time to hunt, time to feed. Xander chuckled darkly. Time to go into Sunnydale and bring back a little something for Spike.
It was two months before Spike could sit up alone, four months until he could speak, six until he could walk – but Xander was there with him, feeding him, helping him to walk again. The boy was sly, intelligent; realising that it was only a matter of time before Slayer hunted down the new killer in town he took his feeding outside town limits, outside to the one place he *knew* Slayer wouldn´t much care about... The Bucket Of Blood.
For nearly six months the boy managed to evade the Slayer. Buffy and her Slayerettes were frantically looking for him, unable to believe that their Xander would leave without so much as a ´goodbye´ – the boy´s parents just couldn´t have cared less and it was only a month after their son´s disappearance when they rented his basement room out to someone else.
Moving himself and the helpless Spike out of the basement and into the old Station House, Xander regularly visited The Bucket Of Blood getting the fresh blood his Sire needed to regain his strength. With his dark good looks it wasn´t hard to persuade someone, be they male or female, to accompany him back to his place for some ´good times and hot lovin´. He was careful to chose only those whom he thought wouldn´t be particularly missed – some of these bikers were nomadic by nature moving from town to town; the boy harvested them and the scores of whores and sluts that frequented the bar in search of cheap thrills and hard loving. He was also careful not to turn anyone; let´s face it he had enough to contend with trying to look after and feed Spike without having some godammed useless minions running under his feet and drawing attention to him.
No, Xander believed that their best chance of survival was to remain hidden... at least until Spike was strong enough to leave Sunnydale... then they could leave together, start again just like they had always planned. So the boy faithfully nursed and fed his Sire back to strength. Every morning just before the sun rose Xander would clamber into bed beside his lover and gather the blonde in his arms.
Xander´s body screamed for Spike; the boy seemed to be in a permanent state of arousal and he yearned for the day when his Sire would throw him onto their bed and fuck him long and hard, fuck him while his fangs ripped into his neck, fuck him while he drained him.
Xander´s hand strayed down his lean body and stroked the growing erection between his legs. His hand moved with languid strokes as he teased the erection to fullness. Moving onto his side the boy gathered Spike to him and arranged him on his back with one of his legs hooked over Xander´s, then slowly and sensuously he stroked the blonde´s torso teasing and tweaking his nipples to hardness before moving downward to his waiting, hard shaft. With his free hand Xander stroked his own body, closing his eyes and seeing Spike in his mind; Spike as he used to be; icy blue eyes sparkling with lust and his busy tongue between Xander´s legs licking... his cool, wet mouth sucking... sucking... harder and harder...
Xander moaned as the fantasy played out in his mind, pumping his erection frantically; his other hand pumping Spike´s rigid cock with equal enthusiasm. The boy´s head swam with images of naked Spike, moaning Spike, begging Spike; he imagined he could hear Spike moaning, moaning his name over and over... ´Xan... oh Xan... don´t stop, pet... don´t stop...´ Until one morning, oh fuck, one *joyous* morning he *did* hear Spike moan.
Not missing a stroke the boy turned his head and gazed into the lust–filled eyes of his lover, saw his lips move as he moaned his name... the boy climaxed with a groan and sobbed as Spike´s eyes closed and he yelled out Xander´s name as he came. The dark haired vampire slid down his lover´s body and lovingly licked the cum from his belly, relishing every drop, his tongue probing in Spike´s navel to retrieve the precious nectar. When he was done the boy rejoined his lover and sobbed anew as the blonde vampire smiled at him and spoke for the first time in four months... "I love you, Xan..."
It was only two months later, when Spike could walk again, that the lovers left Sunnydale in search of pastures new. Spike was in agreement with Xander; they needed to lay low until Spike was fully strong again... "*Then*..." the blonde vampire hissed coldly "It was gonna be payback time."
On the final night of their stay in Sunnydale, by way of a celebration, Xander brought home a young man for dinner. Long haired and quite obviously effeminate, the man was thrilled to find that there was not one but two gorgeous young men who fancied his company. However, when dinnertime came their ´guest´ was horrified to learn that he was on the menu; making a break for the door the terrified man pushed Xander roughly to one side knocking him down, and then attempted to run past Spike.
It was then that the miracle was discovered.
Up until now Xander had been feeding Spike; bringing home the victims, making the incision and then allowing his Sire to drink first from the wound. The vampires were both frightened of activating the cursed chip and damaging Spike´s brain for good. Although against his nature *especially* with his Childe, Spike had went along with it, not willing to dust himself or even worse leave himself an unmoving, unspeaking husk for good. But now rage got the better of him. Spike snarled and grabbed the hapless human by the throat... how dare he touch his Childe! Morphing quickly into game face the blonde wrenched the screaming man´s head to one side and sank his fangs into his neck, severing his carotid artery.
The blonde vampire moaned in ecstasy as the hot blood spurted down his throat... Ahhhhhh, it had been *so* long... He greedily sucked the blood from the human´s neck, his fangs sinking deeper in his blood–frenzy, his cock a cool, hard rod in his trousers and all the time the heartbeat pounding slower and slower and the blood singing through rapidly emptying veins as the vampire moaned and fed. Satiated at last, Spike let the man´s drained body drop to the floor and stood on trembling legs, freshets of blood coursing down his chin and onto his chest. The blonde vampire´s head was spinning, spinning from the feeding, spinning from the blood–lust, spinning from shock.
Xander still lay on the floor where he had landed when their ex–guest had pushed him over. He watched in wonder and growing lust as his Sire viciously fed from the human. The boy thought that he had never seen a more beautiful sight – his Master standing before him, his demon´s face to the fore, bloodied and aroused from the feeding. Xander got on his hands and knees and crawled to Spike´s feet; the blonde watched in approval as the dark–haired boy bent and kissed his feet over and over, his voice heavy with emotion as he murmured "Sire... I love you... I´m yours, only yours..."
Spike pulled the boy to his feet and they stood toe to toe, smiling at one another; Xander reached out and touched his Master´s ridged forehead with reverence, both of them shocked, delirious at this new turn of events. Spike pulled the boy to him roughly and plundered his mouth, his tongue rich with the newly stolen blood. Xander sucked his Sire´s tongue eagerly and whimpered as he felt the blonde´s bulging erection jabbing his.
Grabbing Xander by the hair Spike pushed the boy back to his knees and unhurriedly unzipped his jeans freeing the hard length within. Eagerly the boy took him in his mouth, his tongue frantically sweeping from root to weeping tip, his lips sucking hard. Spike´s hips bucked and holding the boy´s head firmly he fucked his mouth roughly feeling the tip of his penis hit the back of the boy´s throat. Xander moaned, relaxing his throat muscles and trying to accommodate his Sire´s large and rigid member.
Suddenly, Spike withdrew and pulled the boy to his feet. The Master vampire dragged the boy to their bed and threw him on it.
"Undress, Xan" the blonde rasped, ripping off his own clothes.
Xander stripped and awaited his Sire´s instructions, anticipation mounting. He glared at Spike with brown eyes heavy with lust, then slowly licked his lips.
With a snarl Spike forced the boy onto his hands and knees. Bending over him and gripping his slim hips the blonde bent his head and sank his fangs into Xander´s shoulder. The boy moaned, but the moan turned to a whimper of disappointment when the fangs where retracted. Spike chuckled as with one hand he smeared the boy´s blood over his rigid cock.
"Blood, my Childe, is the *best* lubricant there is" the blonde growled as he slipped a finger inside the boy, stretching him, preparing him. Xander moaned in pleasure and pushed back against the teasing fingers, wanting more. Spike slid his finger out slowly, gripped the base of his shaft and slowly pushed his way into the boy.
Xander snarled and whimpered in pain, his Sire´s length filling him until he felt he would come apart at the seams. The bottom half of his body was filled with an burning ache and his muscles bore down and protested at this intrusion. Spike started to move in and out at an achingly slow pace, gradually working his way deeper and deeper into the boy´s body. It took immense self–control to stop from slamming his cock into Xander, slamming and fucking and fucking until the whelp screamed... but that was for another night when the boy was more accustomed to this.
Spike was moving faster now, deeper, nudging the boy´s prostrate... Xander moaning and writhing beneath him, begging for more, begging for release. Reaching round the blonde vampire gripped his Childe´s rigid length and pumped it in time with his thrusts, waves of pleasure rippling through his body, his cock sheathed in cool, tight muscles that squeezed and kneaded. Bending over again Spike sank his fangs into Xander´s shoulder once more, feeding roughly, rotating his hips and sending the boy over the edge screaming his name, cold seed spraying from his body. Spike wrenched his mouth from the boy and roared as he exploded inside him; then the lovers collapsed on the bed, gasping un–needed air, sharing frantic kisses and making promises of eternal love.
Moving onto his back, Spike reached over and gently pulled his Childe into his arms. Lovingly, he traced the contours of Xander´s face with his fingers before tilting his neck and inviting the boy to feed. The blonde groaned as Xander´s needle–sharp fangs punctured his skin, but the feel of his lover´s lips on his neck feeding from him was pure bliss.
Then they slept.
Finishing his cigarette, William the Bloody got to his feet and once more stared down at the agonised vampire on the floor.
It was ironic, but in a way he had a lot to thank this bastard for... after all, if *he* hadn´t nearly killed Xander then Spike wouldn´t have had to turn him. If Spike hadn´t turned him, well then he would never have burned out that damned chip in his head... at least that´s what *seemed* to have happened to it – there was no other explanation for what had happened.
But now we come to the crux of the matter, eh?
OK... Spike still had Xander... but not *his* Xander. The new demonised model was so far removed from the original as to be unrecognisable. The Xander Spike had loved was shy, insecure to the point of absurdity; he loved and made the *stupidest* jokes, had viewed the world in a sort of child–like awe and was the gentlest most loving being that Spike had ever met.
Being with Xander´s vampire counterpart was akin to being with the boy´s evil twin... which in effect he was. Spike had been different when with the original Xander; something in the boy had brought out the last stubborn vestiges of humanity in him, and Spike had to admit that he had very much enjoyed what they had between them.
But now that was gone... gone forever. William the Bloody was back and now *everyone* was gonna pay.
Sniffing nonchalantly, Spike reached into his pocket and drew out his namesake stake. It was the only remaining thing that he had from *his* Xan; it seemed fitting somehow that it should end this bastard vampire´s unlife. Reaching over, Spike plunged the stake into the vampire and it exploded in a puff of dust.
"That one´s for you my sweet Xan..." the blonde murmured.
The door to the room opened and Spike turned to face his lover. His breath caught in his throat... bloody hell... what dark beauty, what perfect evil the boy was. The blonde took the boy in his arms and kissed him hard on the lips. Taking Xander by the hand Spike led him to the door.
"C´mon pet... you and I are taking a little trip."
Xander smiled "Anywhere in mind, lover?"
Spike laughed "Yeah... *I* thought we could take a drive up to Sunnydale... and kill those bastard parents of yours."
The door clunked shut.
The End
