Xanpet 3
I struggled at first and then hung limply from the vampire´s arms, as they carried me down a long hallway. I had already mentally dubbed them Larry, Moe and Curly. I tried not to think about the fact that I was being carted off nude through a house filled with vampires.
Larry, who held my feet, kicked open a door and we entered another room. There were more vampires in here. They dropped me with a splash in a metal tub filled with room temperature water. I spluttered through their laughter and started to stand up, but a firm hand over the top of my head pushed me back down.
"Let go, asshole!" I yelled grabbing his thick wrist, realizing that it was Curly who held me down. My head was released and for a moment I thought he had actually listened to me, but then two heavy hands descended on my shoulders, holding me in place.
"Ow! That fucking hurts!" I shouted when the fledge I had dubbed Larry began to scrub me roughly with a soapy rag. I tried to drag his hands away from me, but Curly grabbed both of my wrists together and pinned them behind my back with one hand. Tears burned the back of my throat. Spike not only had his bite back, but he had a fucking house full of fledges. Even if he´d had his bite back for months, there was no way he could have created this mini–empire. Which meant he had aligned himself with someone else, someone powerful.
I winced as the vampire holding my wrists jerked me to my knees. I would have bruises there later. Blood suffused my skin as the rag washed my legs and groin. Larry said something to Curly, who then released my hands. I sank into the dirty gray water, rubbing my tender wrists. A deluge of water cascaded over my head. I choked and sputtered, while my hair was lathered then rinsed. I barely had time to catch a breath before Larry reached down and took one wrist with each hand.
I grunted as he pulled me forward in the tub, holding my hands against the rim. I sat down, my ass cheeks resting against the heels of my feet, and then Curly set about scrubbing my back, forcing me to kneel up to wash my legs. Moe seemed to be errand boy, approaching with a tray. Fuck, were they going to perfume and powder me as well. Two strong hands clamped around my hips lifting my ass up.
"NO!" I shouted, writhing in their grasp. The soapy water had made my skin slick, and I was able to escape the vampire´s grasp. Unfortunately, I could only sit down, since Larry still had a firm grip on my hands. Once again my hips were tugged back, exposing my bottom. This time, someone held my hips, pushing down on my back.
My knees dug into the floor of the tub from the pressure. I couldn´t even kick at the vamps holding me. The cloth rubbed the tender flesh of my ass, diving in between the two cheeks to scrub fiercely. My vision blurred, and I knew tears were dripping into the water beneath me. I sniffled when the washing stopped, only to sob out loud as a soapy digit penetrated me, swirling around briefly before being removed. Something else was placed at my opening; I gasped and my eyes flew wide as a cool fluid filled my bowels to bursting. I sobbed brokenly as they filled and emptied my ass twice more.
Inanely, I wondered what the point was of scrubbing me first, only to do that. I didn´t even resist as I was lifted from the filthy water. They stood me up and poured pails of warm water down my back and over my legs. I glared as two other vampires hauled the first tub away. Hope you fucking get drenched with my shit, assholes. Larry pulled me over to the stand before the fire. I shivered as the water dried from my skin. I considered grabbing a piece of burning wood to stake the vamp; but, before I could decide, Curly and Moe had returned.
"Hey, I can walk!" I yelled, struggling as the three minions lifted me up, carrying me back to the room I had woken up in. They dropped me just inside the door. Even before I checked, I knew the door was locked. The room was empty, and the table cleaned of food and dishes. Mutely, I curled under the blanket in the bed, drawing my knees up toward my chest. The cool linen soothed my skin, which was pink and tender from the harsh treatment.
I shivered in the warmth of the room. I wasn´t going to do whatever Spike asked me to, I already knew everything I needed to know. The bleach freak had his bite back and with the help of another vampire had formed a small army. He was going to be so much fucking dust when Buffy got here. I fell asleep on that comforting thought. The sound of someone unlocking the door jerked me awake before they entered the room. I didn´t look up, I knew who was there.
"Go away, Spike." My voice was muffled against the mattress. "I´m not interested."
He moved so quietly. I didn´t know he was near me until I felt the bed dip under his added weight. Spike curled his cool body around my back and a hand stroked through my hair. His gentle touch through my still damp hair only reminded me of the humiliation I´d just endured. I shivered against his touch, and curled into a tighter ball, wishing he would just disappear. He continued to stroke through my hair, shushing me. A rumbling purr reverberated against my back and I felt Spike´s breath as he softly snuffled the back of my neck, inhaling my scent. Oh god, he was trying to make me feel better.
"What part of ´go away´ don´t you understand, Fang Face?" I asked through chattering teeth. That only made him purr louder, and stroke his hand down my side.
"Please," I finally begged, "please, go."
I reached my arm up and pulled a pillow over my face. Relief flowed through me as Spike sat up, but he didn´t leave. He spoke for the first time since entering the room.
"What the fuck happened to your wrists?" he asked, dragging the pillow away from my face with a low growl. "Sit up!"
Covers pooled around my lap as I sat up at his menacing command. I looked up into Spike´s blue eyes. He was wearing the strange clothes that he´d had on earlier. I had forgotten how his appearance had changed, mentally picturing a bleach blonde vamp purring against me just now.
"Answer me," he said.
I dropped my eyes. "I... uh..." Unconsciously, I stroked the purpling bruises. "I–it´s from when they held me d–down," I whispered, blushing furiously.
Spike growled again, rolling to his feet. He strode to open the door, shouting orders into the hallway before slamming the door shut again. He sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Come here, sit next to me," Spike told me softly. I started to pull the blanket with me, but Spike tugged on it gently. I looked up and with the barest trace of a smile curving his lips, he shook his head ´no´. I bit my lip before dropping the covers and slid over to sit beside him, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. I curled my hands in my lap. I jumped as a cool finger traced the marks on my wrist.
A knock sounded on the door and Spike called out. The door opened and the Three Stooges filed in; my heart lurched in my chest. I didn´t even mean to do it, but my hand shot over to clench Spike´s thigh.
"Shh, Pet," Spike purred taking my hand into his own, "it´s okay."
Spike glared at the minions, snapping at them in their own tongue. My mouth fell open as they knelt on the floor before us. Spike growled out several more statements, lifting my hand gently at one point. The minions saw my bruises but said nothing. Even without vampire awareness I could sense the fear drenching them. Their eyes darted around the room before Curly stood up.
The terrified minion stepped toward Spike and bowed his head. The malevolent look that crossed Spike´s face as he stood up reminded me that he had earned the name of ´William the Bloody´. The blue eyed vampire curved a hand around the side of my face, before he pivoted on his foot, landing a solid kick against Curly´s chest. I swear, I heard ribs break. The other fledges scampered out of the way. Spike snarled, wearing his game face as he pursued the downed creature.
Spike pulled Curly up by his hair, only to slam the vampire´s face down into his rising knee. Blood spurted wildly from the beaten vampire´s nose and mouth. Spike disgustedly dropped the limp form. He said something to the other minions, who came to stand before him as well: he powerfully backhanded each of them. When he snarled out another command, they nodded respectfully before picking up Curly and dragging him from the room.
Spike moved to stand before me, his golden eyes glowing fiercely. I swallowed fearfully, looking up at him. Spike was definitely in charge and I was in deep shit. Like the other Scoobies, I had read several of the Watchers´ Journals that talked about vampire social structure. Nothing in those dryly written tomes had prepared me for seeing Spike as Master of a house. Spike´s vampire features faded to reveal his human face.
"Lay down, Pet." Shocked by his actions, I did as he said, pulling the covers over me. Spike spooned himself behind me, wrapping one arm around my waist. "Rest now. I´ll have someone bring you something to eat later." I felt him smile against the back of my neck. "I´ll be back tomorrow evening. If you want that explanation and a decent meal, you´ll do what you´re told."
"I won´t do it, Spike," I said with more confidence than I felt. "It doesn´t matter what evil you´re planning. You´re as good as dust when Buffy finds us."
Spike chuckled, pulling me tighter against him. "We´ll see, Pet," he said still chuckling, "we´ll see."
