Title: Types
Author: Kitti-Chan
Pairing: Xander/Spike, Spike/Dru, implied Xander/Angel
Spoilers: “School Hard”
Summary: Angel offers Xander to Spike, who’s interested but not fooled.
Feedback: PLEASE! ~is on knees~ You have to help me figure if I want Spike/Xander/Dru, or Spike/Xander/Angel, or Spike/Xander/Dru/Angel later on!
Email: Flamespout@hotmail.com
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/kat8cha
Warning: Not right now.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing! Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! I would love to own Xan, Spike, not so much Angel but would love a piece of Angelus. (Preferably about nine-inches)
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Spike sighed watching Dru talk to her dead birdy. He wished he had his kitten to play with, the last time he had seen his pet was Halloween. Dressed up in army fatigues and looking so serious pointing that gun at him; Spike had gotten hard right there. ‘Course then the watcher had broken the spell and the sodding Slayer had gotten her bloody rotten powers back. Stupid slayer powers have to be stronger then the average happy meal doesn’t she?
“This is so cool!.” Came a human voice and Spike snapped out of his private thoughts cursing himself for absent mindedness. If he kept this up he would match his souled sire for poofy-ness. Turning to face the young man talking his nostrils flared and he began emitting a sub-vocal growl. The boy smelled of the Slayer but underneath that, very dim, was the scent of Spike’s pet. “I would totally live here.”
“Do I have anyone on watch here? It's called security, people. Are you all asleep?” Spike walked toward Ford his eyes glittering dangerously. “Or did we finally find a restaurant that delivers?”
“I know who you are.” The boy was brave, Spike’d give him that, but there was mortal terror wafting off him a plenty. Under that was the scent of sickness and Spike can see that he wants death that he is dying.
“Yeah, I know who I am, too. So what?” Spike snarked and glared at the boy. If he was coming to him smelling of the Slayer and his boy he was obviously up to no good. While it made him angry that his pet had such people in his life it might be something the bleached vamp could work with. “I came looking for you, Spike. You are Spike, right? William the Bloody?” Spike smirked.
“You've got a real death wish. It's almost interesting.” Almost. Then the vampire that he had sent to steal the book from the Watcher came in. “Oh, this is great. This'll be very useful. So, how did you find me?” Needed that book to fix up his Dark Princess and get his sire back, it had better work.
“That doesn't matter. I've got something to offer you. I-I'm pretty sure this is the part where you take out a watch and say I've got thirty seconds to convince you not to kill me? It's traditional.” Spike snarled, this was not even fun. With his Xanpet maybe but from this low-life twerp? Not so much.
“Well,” Spike slammed the book closed his eyes dark. Not only had he pissed him off by being an ass he obviously had something up his sleeve that might hurt his pet. “I don't go much for tradition.” Grabbing the mortal scum bucket by the ear he lifted him up, “Wait, love.” Spike turned towards Drusilla who places her hands on his shoulder subtly telling him to drop the boy. Spike does. “Well?”
“Oh, c'mon! Say it! It's no fun if you don't say it.” Bloody hell this boy was annoying! If he had something to negotiate he should get to the fucking point!
Confused Spike raised an eyebrow, “What? Oh.” Rolling his eyes and repeating unenthusiastically, “You've got thirty seconds to convince me not to kill you.”
“Yes! See, this is the best! I wanna be like you. A vampire.” Boy was practically bouncing and it seriously pissed Spike off.
“I've known you for two minutes, and I can't stand you. I don't really feature you livin' forever. Can I eat him now, love?” Addressed to his princess who, disappointingly, shook her head.
“Well, feature this: I'm offering you a trade. You make me a vampire, and I give you the Slayer.” Both vampires focus on Ford who grins happily, Spike is still leaning towards ‘piss off’ until Drusilla stands on her tiptoes and whispers in his ear; “He can bait the perfect trap my Spikey, and then curiosity will trap your cat!” Mad giggles and now Ford had Spike’s undivided attention.
Ford comes up behind Xander as he stands waiting for either Buffy or Willow, Ford’s not sure which, but since he’s got him all alone he will do this now. He already managed to get Buffy to agree with meeting him later tonight now he needed Xander to say yes. And to arrive in the afternoon so he did not have to work around his time-schedule. “Xander!” Xander jumped and turned and his eyes went wide and roving when he saw Ford. Basically confirming, to Ford at least, that the Slayer and her Slayerettes had at least some clue he was up to something. But as quickly as the wide eyes appeared they were gone to be covered by a false, but really realistic, smile and welcoming arms.
“Ford! The friend of Buffy’s past! What brings you to humble me?” Xander was not gonna let Ford get under his skin. No matter what he sensed about the guy he needed to stay calm and focused and lie through his teeth. Something he was supremely good at. Ford came over and pulled out the ‘a little nervous’ look, which made Xander lean slightly closer to him. “Listen I know that I didn’t make the best of first impressions on you but I’d like to make it up to you. Ya know? Maybe some hang out time this afternoon and talk?” Xander looks puzzled but then he swiftly calculates the odds that Ford is not up to something.
“Um… I’m kinda doing a me and Willow thing this afternoon… And with the studying and the research and stuff.” Xander babbled and backed up slightly but hit the wall quickly. Ford was not pressuring him but he was definitely blocking his escape routes.
“Listen Xander, it’s just for a minute… never mind.” Turning away dejectedly the boy’s shoulders droop and he fights a smile knowing he has about three seconds before Xander caves.
Ford’s a bad guy, Xander reminds himself, so why does he feel like he kicked a puppy? “Ford….” The other boy stops, and turns when the Hellmouth resident continues on. “If it’s just for a short this afternoon while I could make it.” Ford turns and smiles, giving him the address of the club and telling him to arrive at four thirty.
Ford decides enough is enough and blows up at his friends and fellow clubbers. “It's gonna be fine!” He shouts, even though he knows that he is the only one who will make it out of the room with any semblance of living. Except for Xander; who was knocked out and tied down to a chair in the corner of the room. The others had bitched about that at first, until he told them it was one of the vampires requests. Then he hears a voice that just pisses him off more.
“No.” All eyes turn to the top of the stairs, except for Buffy’s. She stares at Xander’s still and bound form her eyes darkening she shifts the focus of her gaze to her backstabbing former friend. “It's really not.” How could he think death by vampires would be okay? And what was Xander doing there?
“It's kinda drafty in here.” Ford mentions lightly to Diego, thinking ‘go close the door dumbass’.
“I'm sorry, Ford. I just couldn't wait till tonight! I'm rash and impulsive. It's a flaw.” She’s coming down the stairs. Oh yeah Summers, come to Daddy. “We all have flaws.” Ford gives himself room to maneuver ignoring the evil killer eyes the Slayer is directing at him.
“I'm still a little fuzzy on exactly what yours is. I think it has to do with being a lying scumbag.” Buffy has reached Ford and then her eyes dart towards Xander eyes darkening again. “And apparently a kidnapper.”
“Everybody lies.” Not touching the kidnapping bit.
“What do you want, Ford? What's this all about?” Buffy waved her arms around indicating the table full of drinks, the clubbers in their goth gear, Xander, Ford and herself.
“I really don't think you'd understand.” Ford lowered his eyes, she wouldn’t. Not with her super-human strength. Not with her friends and her super-healing.
“I don't need to understand. I just need to know.” Buffy glares clenching hands at the answer she got. “I'm gonna be one of them.”
“You wanna be a vampire?” Incredulous followed by fury.
“I'm going to.” Firm statement. He was, Spike had promised. Especially if he brought Xander.
“You know, vampires are a little picky about who they change over…” Her eyes flickered to Xander and the realization hit. Not only was the Slayer’s best friend in this room but the Slayer was as well. “You were gonna offer them a trade!”
“I don't think I wanna talk anymore.” Ford mumbled starting to turn away. Buffy had other ideas grabbing him by the throat and shoving him against a pillar. She was pissed but a small part of her was shouting that she should grab Xander and run.
“Yeah, well, I still feel awfully chatty! You were gonna give them me! Tonight!” Fury overcoming thought. “And Xander too!”
“Yes.”
“You had to know I'd figure it out.” Buffy grips tighter but is thrown by his answer yet again.
“Actually, I was counting on it.” Ford’s smiling, why was he smiling? Buffy let go and backed away looking over the party-goers. The asshole formerly known as Ford just coughed and then began to laugh.
Patience snapping and the icy tone and ‘stake now’ eyes were back. “What's supposed to happen tonight?”
“This is *so* cool! It's just like it played in my head. You know that part where you ask me what's supposed to happen? It's already happening.” Ford’s snickering and one of his friends runs up and closes the door with a bang. Buffy panicked rushes up to pound on it but the door does not budge.
“Rigged up special. Once it's closed, it can only be opened from the outside. As soon as the sun sets, they'll be comin'.” Ford laughs and Buffy runs back down the stairs trying to figure out how to get the civilians out.
Spike and his minions walk out of the warehouse headed towards the ‘Sunset Club’. What a bloody corny name. “When we get there, everybody spread out. Two men on the door, first priority's the Slayer, seconds my pet, everything else is fair game, and let's remember to share, people.” Coming up to Drusilla he asks, “Are you sure you're up for this?”
“I want a treat. I need a treat.” Drusilla whined and Spike smiles. He was indulgent, okay so he spoiled her rotten.
“And a special one you'll have. Lucius! Bring the car around.” Tossing his keys to the minion he begins to hum.
Xander moans slightly as he begins to come to. He felt like he’d drunk something particularly nasty but the only thing he can think of would be the coke Ford gave him. Course that had a funny taste, trying to move his hands he realizes he’s tied up and consciousness follows that thought quickly. Weakly prying his eyes open he sees he’s in the Sunset Club, tied up with Ford and Buffy arguing and then he knows. Ford drugged him. Lousy bastard.
Buffy’s coming down the stairs again oh and look she’s gonna shout now. “People, listen to me! This is not the mothership, people! This is ugly death come to play!” Damnit Ford’s right behind her and he looks like he’s gonna… Ford slaps her across the face and kicks her in the back sending her down the stairs and Xander winces knowing she’s unconscious but will be up in a second. Then Spike’s through the door and the brunet is cowering in his chair trying to make himself small and harmless.
The vampires eyes alight on him and he moves forward speaking to his minions over his shoulder. “Take them all. Save the Slayer for me.” Hauling Xander up he smiles slightly. “Hello Pet, ‘s been a while hasn’t it?” Xander begins to struggle glaring at the other man. “Now pet don’t you want to tell me how you’ve been?” Laughs as Xander only struggles harder. Slayer’s up and about now punching minions and the Ford boy. No loss that. Ripping open his wrist he holds the blood in front of the boy, needs his pet to take just the smallest sip. Just a little bit of Spike in him so the vampire has a leash to tug on. Boy tries to turn away but soon its swallow or pass out from lack of oxygen. Taking what he assumes is the lesser of the two evils he drinks.
“Spike!” Turning gold flares in his eyes, the Slayer’s got his sire up on the balcony with a stake over her heart.
“Everybody STOP!” The minions stop the feeding frenzy and look at him questioningly. The slayer has a pissed off glint in her eye now, probably noticing the bound and struggling boy under his arm.
“Good idea. Now you let everyone out, or your girlfriend fits in an ashtray.” Dru’s frightened, he can tell by the way she whispers out his name. Like it was a question whether he’d stop for her.
“It's gonna be alright, baby. Let them go!” The minions do at then the happy meals on legs are gone, out the doors and outside into freedom.
“Drop Xander and come down the stairs.” Slayer’s ordering him around but it doesn’t really matter. Xanpet’s drunk his blood, and he’ll get to the Slayer’s death eventually. They trade places at the top of the stairs and then Buffy throws Drusilla to him, grabs Xander and is up and out closing the door behind him and locking him in.
Xander shakes slightly as he makes his way inside. The nights since the attack at Ford’s club have been busy filled with more fledges then Xander knew what to do with. Not really more fledges in general but all but the newly risen vampires seemed to have decided to attack Xander. Or… not really attack but leap at him and try to drag him away. Didn’t take him long to figure out that Spike must have said something to them about a special treat for the vampire who brings him his ‘pet’. Shuddering Xander eases his way up the stairs freezing whenever he hears a change in his father’s snores. Wouldn’t want to wake the old man up and have another screaming match now would he? Nope.
Making it into his bedroom Xander is swaying on his feet eyes blurred slightly by exhaustion as he strips down to his boxers. He has not been sleeping well, every sound waking him up, every dream filled with the bloody torn up bodies of friends and family. The dreams were disturbing because of the fact they weren’t wigging him out. While he was asleep they were; sexy, quenching, and god forbid, soothing, making him wake up with some strange sense of joy. Some nights he feels some ones outside his window watching….
Like tonight.
Turned towards the wall his eyes fly open at the scratching he hears at his window. Don’t turn over, he instructs himself, don’t… But his bodies turning against his will and Xander stares out his window into the golden eyes of a vampire. “Spike.” Flat, unemotional, unsurprised tone of voice and the vampires eyebrow is crooked and he’s light a cigarette. Bright red flare against the dark.
“Don’t seem too surprised to see me pet, been expectin?”
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