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Dead Soul
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst/horror
Pairings: Spike/Drusilla, Spike/Sunday, Drusilla/Sunday, Spike/Drusilla/Sunday
Warnings: BDSM, non-consensual sex, violence, bloodplay, language, f/f slash,
inappropriate humor - all the good stuff
Disclaimers: Story and chapter titles are titles of Blondie songs. (I thought
about being careful with song dates and such but, like Spike, I got bored. Any
anachronisms are either intentional or so the hell what.) The usual disclaimers
for both characters and song titles. The only things I own are the things I
steal from dorm rooms. No, that sweater doesn't make you look fat. It just makes
you look purple
Distribution: Want? Take, have. But please let me know where
Feedback: Keeps the bloodlust in check, mailto:deadsoul820@aol.com
or drop me a comment on my LiveJournal, Dead Soul
Summary: Spike, Drusilla and Sunday in New York City, 1977. Ever wonder where Sunday (BtVS, Season 4, "The Freshman") came from? Why her fashion sense seems familiar, not to mention her attitude? She tells her story.
I was up early the next morning, full of restless energy, busting out of my skin. I unplugged the TV from the single outlet in my cell, and plugged in the tape player. Grabbing one of the unlabeled, homemade tapes at random, I put it in the machine and punched the play button. The volume knob was twisted all the way to the right and loud driving guitars and frenetic drums filled the room. I winced a bit at the sonic assault, but quickly gave into the raw energy and enthusiasm of the music, bouncing around the room, dancing like a speed freak.
I was pogoing to "Sheena is a Punk Rocker" when Spike came in with my breakfast. I didn't see him at first, hadn't heard him opening the door. As he came over to set the tray down on the bed, I caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye and came to a screeching, embarrassed halt. I quickly turned the tape player off.
"Feeling all better, hmm?" he said, smiling at me. "Ramones really rock, don't they?"
I was sweaty and red-faced, gasping for air. "I guess they're okay," I said. I pulled up the hem of the seventh black t-shirt he'd given me and wiped my face with it. He'd brought me a clean shirt and underwear every day that week. This one said 'Eat the Rich." I guess he meant that literally.
Suddenly I was flying across the room as he tackled me, piling me onto the bed, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of my bare stomach. Only his human teeth, though. He didn't break the skin, but he sucked and bit a huge purple hickey there. I was sighing and stroking his hair when the pitcher of juice on the tray he'd placed on the bed decided to tip over, soaking my face and hair.
I shrieked and jumped up so suddenly that I took him by surprise and was on my feet before he had a chance to hold me down. He fell back onto the bed himself, landing in the puddle. He jumped up too, the butt of his jeans soaked through. I stood there, feeling the trickles of juice running from my hair down my neck and back and started laughing at Spike as he twisted, trying to look at his ass while also trying to hold the wet denim away from his skin.
He looked up at me, laughing at him. He didn't look amused. I stopped laughing and started backing away from him as he stalked me around the room. "I-I wasn't laughing at you," I said, trying to placate him. "I just remembered this joke I heard. Wanna hear it?"
Apparently not. He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder, smacking my ass hard as he walked us to the bathroom. He put me down, none too gently, on the closed lid of the toilet and turned the shower on. While his back was turned, I made a dash for it, although I have no idea what I hoped to accomplish. I just knew that sitting in a puddle of juice had seriously annoyed the vampire and the best thing to do with an annoyed vampire was to get the hell away from it.
I only got as far as the bathroom door. He grabbed me by the waistband of my jeans, his jeans actually, and yanked me back, shoving me into the shower, clothes and all. He quickly shucked his own clothes and stepped in with me.
This was the first time I had seen him completely naked. When he and Dru had fucked in front of me, they'd only moved aside their clothes in the necessary places. When she'd used her long sharp nails on him, she hadn't removed his shirt - she'd scratched right through it, leaving it in ribbons. He was magnificent. I'd never seen a body so white, so perfect. Think Michelangelo's "David," only leaner and harder. Although what he had between his legs could never be covered with a fig leaf. More like a banana leaf.
He let me stare for a minute, he knew how good he looked, then took the hem of my sopping wet shirt and pulled it over my head. He knelt in front of me and unbuttoned the button-fly of my jeans. Wet denim is a bitch to get off, and I nearly fell when he tried to yank the heavy cloth off my feet after peeling it down my legs. He steadied me with one hand on my hip as he tossed the jeans out to land with a squelch on the bathroom floor. Starting at my knees, he began kissing his way up my bare wet legs.
By the time he got to my crotch, I was completely noodlized. Weak as a kitten and limp as cooked spaghetti. He parted my legs and buried his face between them, pulling apart the sides of my slit to fasten his mouth directly onto my throbbing clit, as if to make up for avoiding it the previous evening. My knees let go completely and I had to grab onto his shoulders to stay upright. He sucked my clit hard, flicking it with his tongue, nibbling on it with his teeth. As my orgasm grew more and more imminent, I knew what I wanted.
"Bite me," I cried, "Bite me there, suck my blood from my cunt."
My words seemed to have the opposite affect to the one I wanted. He removed his mouth, pausing to give my clit one last, non-blood-drawing, nip. He stood. "Can't, love," he said, stroking my wet hair and kissing my neck. "Dru's remembered about you and wants to play with her pet again tonight. Gonna need all your blood for that."
"Well then, fuck me at least. You've been driving me apeshit all week and I don't know how much longer I can stand it." I was nearly crying with frustration. I reached between us to try to grab his hard cock that I could feel pressed up against my stomach.
He let me touch him, feel him, pump him for a minute while he kissed his way to my breast and suckled at my nipple. But he pulled away. "Can't do it, pet. Save it for tonight. It'll go easier for you if you're all hot and bothered. It's kind of a good-bye party and'll likely get pretty intense."
"Good-bye party?" I echoed, stupidly. "Who for?"
"I've got to go away for a little while, someone I got to find. I'm hoping that if I show Dru a really good time tonight, she won't take it out on you once I'm gone. Though she can do anything she wants to you, I gave you to her, after all."
My blood ran cold at his words. Even though Spike's anger over my theft of his lighter had been the reason for my 'punishment' the other night, Drusilla was the one who truly scared me; the one who had turned my back into so much raw meat with her riding crop. From what I'd observed and what he'd told me about her, I knew she was completely unpredictable, at turns savage and gentle. I desperately didn't want to be alone with her.
"Don't leave me with her," I begged, clutching at Spike. "You can let me go, tell her that I died from her beating."
I'd forgotten what he was, who he was. He turned a snarling face to me, grabbing my hair and pulling it hard, violence and rage in his eyes. I could see the visible effort it took for him to calm himself. He threw my head away from him, bouncing it against the concrete wall of the shower. "Get washed up before all the hot water's gone," he said in the coldest voice I'd ever heard him use.
He stepped out of the shower, turned around to face me and continued, "Never think I won't give Drusilla whatever she wants, whenever she wants, whomever she wants. She's my dark Goddess, my black beauty and you're a stupid little slut lucky enough to have good-tasting blood. But if Dru wants to drain you and throw you away tonight or any other night, I won't miss you and your mouth at all. You think I like taking care of you? I'd rip your throat out right now if Dru didn't still want to play with you some more." Still naked and dripping wet, he strode out of the bathroom. I heard the door to my cell slam behind him, shaking the very foundations of the building.
Numbly I finished the shower, washing the juice out of my hair, the final rinse in freezing cold water. Shivering and goose-bumped, I wrapped myself in a towel and left the bathroom. I had nothing to wear that wasn't wet and couldn't even get into the bed to warm up because it was a soaked, sticky mess. I slid down the wall to sit on the floor and began to cry.
I was an idiot, I told myself. I had let myself think that because he took care of me, he was coming to like me, even to care about me a little bit. I had forgotten who he was, what he was. I'd been telling myself lies, deluding myself. Like a little girl making up stories of nice monsters under the bed that would protect her from the nastier monsters in the closet. Monsters is monsters, I told myself. No such thing as nice ones, only nasty ones that want to eat you. I giggled feebly at this thought as I remembered the way the Spike-shaped monster had just been 'eating' me.
To my own deep shame, I couldn't stop thinking about him. And instead of being afraid of the coming ordeal, I was, god forgive me, becoming aroused.
I heard the door opening and I looked up hopefully. Maybe Spike had regretted what he said and was coming to assure me that everything would be all right and that he wouldn't let Dru kill me tonight. But, no, it was a vampire I'd never seen before, in full demon face. I drew the small towel closer around me and stood up.
He leered and tossed me a bundle of clothes, "The Mistress wants you to wear these tonight." He had trouble talking around his teeth. I almost laughed, a little hysterically, but kept a straight face and thanked him solemnly. He just grunted and left, making sure I heard him locking the door - the bolt sliding home with a resounding clunk.
From the position of the light coming through the small window high on the wall, I could see it was still morning and there were many hours to wait before the evening's festivities. Many hours to wait and worry and wonder if I'd survive. I slid back down the wall, burying my face in my hands.
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