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kat8chaTitle: Born in the Right Century
Pairing: Now that would be telling wouldn't it? ~giggle~ Spike/Xander predominant with slight Aus/X, Dru/X, Darla/X, Willow/X(UST) and other relationships yet to be decided.
Rating: Right now? PG-13. Later, er... maybe R/NC-17
Author's Notes: Thank you everyone who sent me links for good kisses. Unfortunately my muses don't *want* kissing too much yet. More kissing later! This chapters fairly short.
Xander began to come to, stretching out his arms as consciousness began to return. The bed he was in was soft, with cool sheets and a large comfy pillow propped up under his head. He felt sore, the kind of sore you only got after a fight, and his neck was sending particularly painful jolts through him. Xander reached up to touch his neck, not yet opening his eyes. A bandage covered what he knew to be a vampire bite and the young brunet could not stop himself now lifting his eyelids so he could gaze around the room. Xander lay in a large bed in the middle of a medium sized room. It had wood paneling on the walls and wood floors covered by several thick colorful rugs. There was a bureau made of cherry wood across the room and a small bedside table. On the left side of the bed there was a door and Xander stood up to test it, already knowing that it was locked. William had bitten him, and captured him but good. He was now firmly trapped in the Scourge of Europe’s clutches, and feeling very dizzy from the blood loss. Sitting down on the bed and quickly putting his head between his knees Xander absently noticed he was not wearing any clothing. So focused was he on not passing out that he failed to hear the opening and closing of the door.
When he was able to think of things besides breathing Xander noticed the cool hand rubbing soothing circles on his back and quickly jumped away. “Wha- uh oh.” He muttered as he swayed on his feet, standing up so quickly had brought back the black spots that swam in front of his eyes. He felt… like he was going to pass out.
William smiled at the body that had just fallen into his arms before resettling Alexander on top of the bed. His awakening had been much looked forward too as all the Scourge wanted a turn to play with him. Darla and Angelus had discussed who would turn him and Angelus had won that privilege, now he and Darla were shagging a few rooms down. Waiting for those honest brown eyes to blink open William was not disappointed as Alexander’s eyelashes fluttered slightly before opening to reveal the windows to Alexander’s soul.
“Eep!” Xander tried to move back from the vampire that was hovering over him but there was only so far he could go before his head hit the headboard. “Ooow.” Rubbing his head Xander was very determined not to look into Will’s face.
“Careful pet, wouldn’t want to add head trauma to the list of your injuries do you?” William asked in that soft quiet voice of his from right in front of Xander and he just couldn’t not look! Big mistake. As soon as he lifted his face to look into William’s Will was giving him that small sweet innocent little smile of his, the one that had always made Alexander’s toes curl. And William kept coming, like millions of dreams Alexander had had, and millions of hopes and fruitless wishes and frustrating nights. Soon William was kissing him, soft but cold lips quickly warming up as they moved over his. Alexander’s eyes fluttered shut again and his mouth opened in a sigh, William took advantage of this to press his tongue inside Alexander’s warm cavity, to allow it to play delicately over the front of his teeth before pulling back.
It was everything that Alexander had ever wanted, and everything that Xander Harris now feared.
“Alexander. Do you know what’s going to happen to you?” William asked quietly, his lips brushing over the shell of the brunet’s ear. Xander blinked, and said with absolute certainty.
“You’re gonna turn me.” William smiled against his ear and this time snaked his tongue inside, before lightly biting the ear lobe.
“That’s right pet. Gonna live forever. With me. Isn’t that what you want Alexander? You want me, I know you do. C’mon luv, tell me.” All the while his hands roamed over the mortals chest, one lightly resting over the frantically beating heart for a moment before skimming down to hold onto a hip as the other stroked and massaged. Xander closed his eyes and leaned up into the touch. He did want this, wanted the touch, the feel of cool hands running over him, but living forever as a demon? No he didn’t really want that. Especially not with his foreknowledge, not when he knew what was going to happen in Sunnydale.
Drusilla giggled from where she stood in the doorway. “Oh William, little Alexander doesn’t know which path to chose! But he doesn’t have a choice in paths, the paths choose him.” She frowned and stepped forward as she looked at the pair lying on the bed. “The fish are too many my Prince, he’s not a gentleman at all but a boy. A boy from a land of sin and debauchery, with loud crashing noises and flashing lights and carriages that move without horses. Oh William make it stop!” Drusilla had fallen to her knees by the end one hand reached out, clawing at the air while the other firmly covered her eyes. William flung himself off of Alexander and rushed towards his ailing sire, holding her to his chest. She began to keen, high and wild and unearthly. A sound that made Xander’s back bow, and his eyes close as images flashed before his eyes. He couldn’t tell if they were the past or the future or *his* past and would that make it the future? But it hurt, made him want to claw out his eyes and scream. Then with something that felt like the bang of a gunshot Xander’s mind fragmented.
William looked in distressed at the still forms of his sire and his Alexander. Both brunette’s lay unmoving on the bed though one had a heartbeat and the other did not. William did not know what to do, and from the noises Darla and Angelus were making neither did they. “She- she started making this noise. This sharp-edged, high pitched moan and she’d just been talking about the visions, stuff about Alexander. Stuff about him being from the wrong place or something. And then it started to hurt her and when she started making that noise…. Well Alexander joined in! And he was arching off the bed and then they both started flat out *screaming* and Angelus we have to make them better!” William turned to his grandsire and great-grandsire openly distraught and so very fragile. Darla tilted her nose up some, despising any show of weakness while Angelus gave him that small special smile that instantly reassured him.
“Hush Will. I am going to feed Drusilla some of my blood and that should help. If she and Alexander do’na come around a’ the same time, we’ll have to turn him now.”
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I'm an evil, evil git. Heartless to the extreme. And if my muses behave there might be more of this... Tonight even. Or, more like this morning.
Pairing: Now that would be telling wouldn't it? ~giggle~ Spike/Xander predominant with slight Aus/X, Dru/X, Darla/X, Willow/X(UST) and other relationships yet to be decided.
Rating: Right now? PG-13. Later, er... maybe R/NC-17
Author's Notes: Thank you everyone who sent me links for good kisses. Unfortunately my muses don't *want* kissing too much yet. More kissing later! This chapters fairly short.
Xander began to come to, stretching out his arms as consciousness began to return. The bed he was in was soft, with cool sheets and a large comfy pillow propped up under his head. He felt sore, the kind of sore you only got after a fight, and his neck was sending particularly painful jolts through him. Xander reached up to touch his neck, not yet opening his eyes. A bandage covered what he knew to be a vampire bite and the young brunet could not stop himself now lifting his eyelids so he could gaze around the room. Xander lay in a large bed in the middle of a medium sized room. It had wood paneling on the walls and wood floors covered by several thick colorful rugs. There was a bureau made of cherry wood across the room and a small bedside table. On the left side of the bed there was a door and Xander stood up to test it, already knowing that it was locked. William had bitten him, and captured him but good. He was now firmly trapped in the Scourge of Europe’s clutches, and feeling very dizzy from the blood loss. Sitting down on the bed and quickly putting his head between his knees Xander absently noticed he was not wearing any clothing. So focused was he on not passing out that he failed to hear the opening and closing of the door.
When he was able to think of things besides breathing Xander noticed the cool hand rubbing soothing circles on his back and quickly jumped away. “Wha- uh oh.” He muttered as he swayed on his feet, standing up so quickly had brought back the black spots that swam in front of his eyes. He felt… like he was going to pass out.
William smiled at the body that had just fallen into his arms before resettling Alexander on top of the bed. His awakening had been much looked forward too as all the Scourge wanted a turn to play with him. Darla and Angelus had discussed who would turn him and Angelus had won that privilege, now he and Darla were shagging a few rooms down. Waiting for those honest brown eyes to blink open William was not disappointed as Alexander’s eyelashes fluttered slightly before opening to reveal the windows to Alexander’s soul.
“Eep!” Xander tried to move back from the vampire that was hovering over him but there was only so far he could go before his head hit the headboard. “Ooow.” Rubbing his head Xander was very determined not to look into Will’s face.
“Careful pet, wouldn’t want to add head trauma to the list of your injuries do you?” William asked in that soft quiet voice of his from right in front of Xander and he just couldn’t not look! Big mistake. As soon as he lifted his face to look into William’s Will was giving him that small sweet innocent little smile of his, the one that had always made Alexander’s toes curl. And William kept coming, like millions of dreams Alexander had had, and millions of hopes and fruitless wishes and frustrating nights. Soon William was kissing him, soft but cold lips quickly warming up as they moved over his. Alexander’s eyes fluttered shut again and his mouth opened in a sigh, William took advantage of this to press his tongue inside Alexander’s warm cavity, to allow it to play delicately over the front of his teeth before pulling back.
It was everything that Alexander had ever wanted, and everything that Xander Harris now feared.
“Alexander. Do you know what’s going to happen to you?” William asked quietly, his lips brushing over the shell of the brunet’s ear. Xander blinked, and said with absolute certainty.
“You’re gonna turn me.” William smiled against his ear and this time snaked his tongue inside, before lightly biting the ear lobe.
“That’s right pet. Gonna live forever. With me. Isn’t that what you want Alexander? You want me, I know you do. C’mon luv, tell me.” All the while his hands roamed over the mortals chest, one lightly resting over the frantically beating heart for a moment before skimming down to hold onto a hip as the other stroked and massaged. Xander closed his eyes and leaned up into the touch. He did want this, wanted the touch, the feel of cool hands running over him, but living forever as a demon? No he didn’t really want that. Especially not with his foreknowledge, not when he knew what was going to happen in Sunnydale.
Drusilla giggled from where she stood in the doorway. “Oh William, little Alexander doesn’t know which path to chose! But he doesn’t have a choice in paths, the paths choose him.” She frowned and stepped forward as she looked at the pair lying on the bed. “The fish are too many my Prince, he’s not a gentleman at all but a boy. A boy from a land of sin and debauchery, with loud crashing noises and flashing lights and carriages that move without horses. Oh William make it stop!” Drusilla had fallen to her knees by the end one hand reached out, clawing at the air while the other firmly covered her eyes. William flung himself off of Alexander and rushed towards his ailing sire, holding her to his chest. She began to keen, high and wild and unearthly. A sound that made Xander’s back bow, and his eyes close as images flashed before his eyes. He couldn’t tell if they were the past or the future or *his* past and would that make it the future? But it hurt, made him want to claw out his eyes and scream. Then with something that felt like the bang of a gunshot Xander’s mind fragmented.
William looked in distressed at the still forms of his sire and his Alexander. Both brunette’s lay unmoving on the bed though one had a heartbeat and the other did not. William did not know what to do, and from the noises Darla and Angelus were making neither did they. “She- she started making this noise. This sharp-edged, high pitched moan and she’d just been talking about the visions, stuff about Alexander. Stuff about him being from the wrong place or something. And then it started to hurt her and when she started making that noise…. Well Alexander joined in! And he was arching off the bed and then they both started flat out *screaming* and Angelus we have to make them better!” William turned to his grandsire and great-grandsire openly distraught and so very fragile. Darla tilted her nose up some, despising any show of weakness while Angelus gave him that small special smile that instantly reassured him.
“Hush Will. I am going to feed Drusilla some of my blood and that should help. If she and Alexander do’na come around a’ the same time, we’ll have to turn him now.”
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I'm an evil, evil git. Heartless to the extreme. And if my muses behave there might be more of this... Tonight even. Or, more like this morning.
