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Jillian K
Disclaimer: BTVS is property of Joss Whedon and Mutant enemy. This fic is intended for entertainment purposes only so no money is being made of it. As if anybody would pay.
Summary: In a different Sunnydale in where the demon threat has been neutralized the slayer protects a vampire from the Initiative labs.
By the time the effects of the drug had worn off, I had settled the vampire in the basement. The room had no doors leading outside and the only window was a tiny one that no one could fit through. I set up the extra mattress with my old sheet set and spare blanket. The boxes were piled to one side of the room and I even swept the cobwebs and most of the dust. Okay, so it wasn’t five star but it had to be a hundred times better than the Initiative’s specimen accommodations.
I laid him on the bed and loosened his restraints a bit so that he could get comfortable. He was very quiet and I wondered about that, but then I remember that the drug I had injected him with also affected speech.
Yet, his eyes never left my face so I knew that he was aware of everything that was going on around him. His gaze was wary as if he thought that I would stake him any minute.
I took advantage of his undivided attention to explain what the deal was.
" My orders were to catch, secure and deliver you back to the Initiative" I stated coldly and noticed that his eyes grew frantic. "I am choosing not to follow that order – for now".
Relief and curiosity emoted from the baby blues.
"But, if you do not do exactly as I say, I will take you back or stake you once and for all".
No reaction. It was as if I just confirmed what he already suspected.
"I won’t forget what you are vampire. And I won’t forget that your kind is innately evil but I don’t agree with the Initiative’s methods. So you can stay but you have to follow the rules."
He blinked and I knew that the paralyzing agent was wearing off.
"First of all, you are not to leave the basement except to clean up. I’ll find a way to bring you a steady supply of blood. You will always wear the restraints but they will be loose so you can move around. I won’t hurt you as long as you don’t try anything funny. Just remember who am I and where you are and we won’t have any problems."
I turned and headed upstairs taking care to lock the basement door behind me. It was almost dawn now so I went to my room and undressed. As I put on my pajamas, I wondered about what tomorrow will bring. Would my "guest" be as compliant as he seemed? Or would I have to dust him just like I threatened? Either way something told me that my life was about to do a 180-degree turn. Nothing would ever be the same.
I woke up after a few hours of uneasy sleep. As usual the sun shined on Sunnydale. I took a quick bath while trying to figure out what was I going to feed the vampire. I didn’t think that the local Stop and Shop kept animal blood stocked in its shelves but there had to be some commercial vamp chow for people who kept them. Was the local Petco the obvious answer?
It was. The giant pet store had a refrigerated section devoted to vampire foodstuffs. I gazed at cans and bottles of blood from a variety of animals. Next to the blood were tiny bottles of supplements and vitamins. I didn’t know what to pick.
A store representative must have noticed my confusion that he came to ask me if he could help.
" I don’t know what type I should get. I never had to buy this stuff before." I admitted.
He smiled. "Okay, just tell me what type of vamp you have."
"There are types of vamp?" I was even more confused.
"Well yes. An F type would be one that is less than 10 years old. A fledging, if you will. One that is more than 10 but less than a 100 years would be a Mature or M vampire and finally one over 100 years is a MV or Master Vampire. Those are very rare and quite costly. So what do you have?"
I remembered from the Initiative’s records that William the bloody was thought to be more than 126 years old.
"MV. I have an MV type."
The store rep seemed suitably impressed and pointed to then green labeled bottles. I picked one up and read that it was type cattle mixed with large primate blood. I also noticed that it was $29.99 a bottle.
"How much of this stuff should I give him?" Then council gave me a stipend which covered cost of housing, clothing, food, tuition and any extras I wanted but 30 bucks a day was going to stretch my budget.
"About a cupful mixed with a two cups of platelet formula" he said while holding large three-litter bottle. "You can always alternate with the less expensive blood types. Just make sure that it gets it twice a week." I nodded and went to get a shopping cart.
By the time I left the store I had bottles of cattle/primate blood, pig blood, platelet formula and was $209.34 poorer. I also had a Petco pals card. I tried not to think too much as I loaded the bags to the trunk. It seemed that my decision would not only prove to be risky but also expensive. With that in mind I headed back to Revello drive and my undead, and hopefully not too hungry, guest.
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