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amejisuto.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Feb. 12th, 2005 12:01 pm)Remember that bit of weirdness I did last week? It's All Deadboy's Fault. Well it seemed logical to me to keep going with it, since Xander switched sides and all.
From White Knight to Big Bad in Three Easy steps. S/X/Dru R 500 words
“First of all, girls taste better because they let their emotions have control. Fear, lust, it all makes the blood taste better. Problem is, they have a tendency to scream. Fine if you’re somewhere deserted. With the Slayer around you want to make your kills quiet so you don’t get any unwanted attention.”
Xander watched his Sire carefully. Spike had one of the Cordettes in a headlock, one hand covering her mouth. He could hear her muffled screams. He’d made a kill his first night, but it had been messy. Now Sire was teaching him the art of finesse.
*****
Xander’s eyes followed the stream of blood running from the man’s temple. “Pay attention, Childe!” Spike flicked him in the ear and Xander focused on his maker’s words.
“Short shallow cuts are the key to a good long session. They cause a lot of pain and bleed well, but isn’t anything that will kill ‘em outright. Plus you can lick up all that hot blood that’s spiced with their pheromones. Now, you try.”
His Sire handed him the razor and Xander moved to straddle his prey’s legs. He made a shallow cut down the boy’s arm and then licked. His Sire ran a hand through his hair and Xander closed his eyes and purred at the sensation.
“Good boy.”
*****
“Always protect your chest and neck, luv, that’s a vamp's two big weak points. Watch your opponent’s hips and shoulders, that will give ‘em away.”
His Sire was sparring with him, Drusilla in an easy chair Xander had made to look like a throne on the sidelines, cheering and clapping.
Xander fell back and tried to catch non-existent breath. Spike wasn’t going easy on him, and if he didn’t try his best he’d get thrashed within an inch of his unlife. But that was okay, they had to be ready.
They faced the Slayer in two days.
*****
“Your Sire, my sweet.” Xander waited in the shadows just like Drusilla had told him to do. He’d been left at home while Spike picked up Angel. Drusilla was on the bed, resting, and Spike joined her.
“My Angel?”
“The one and only. Now all we need's the full moon tonight, and he will die, and you will be fully restored. My black goddess. My ripe, wicked plum. It's been...”
“Forever.”
He watched as his Sire and Drusilla kissed. They pulled apart and his Sire looked to where he was waiting as Drusilla looked over at Angel.
“Spike, let me have him? Until the moon?”
“Alright, you can play, but don't kill him. He mustn't die till the ritual.”
Drusilla pointed at Angel. “Bring him to me.”
Spike nodded and Xander stepped out of the shadows, picked Angel up and forced him over to Drusilla. He could feel the older vampire’s shock.
“You’ve been a very bad daddy. Luckily my Spike got us a kitten to love.” Drusilla slapped him across the face, hard.
*****
“Hey Scoobies. Miss me?”
“Dear lord! Xander!”
From White Knight to Big Bad in Three Easy steps. S/X/Dru R 500 words
“First of all, girls taste better because they let their emotions have control. Fear, lust, it all makes the blood taste better. Problem is, they have a tendency to scream. Fine if you’re somewhere deserted. With the Slayer around you want to make your kills quiet so you don’t get any unwanted attention.”
Xander watched his Sire carefully. Spike had one of the Cordettes in a headlock, one hand covering her mouth. He could hear her muffled screams. He’d made a kill his first night, but it had been messy. Now Sire was teaching him the art of finesse.
*****
Xander’s eyes followed the stream of blood running from the man’s temple. “Pay attention, Childe!” Spike flicked him in the ear and Xander focused on his maker’s words.
“Short shallow cuts are the key to a good long session. They cause a lot of pain and bleed well, but isn’t anything that will kill ‘em outright. Plus you can lick up all that hot blood that’s spiced with their pheromones. Now, you try.”
His Sire handed him the razor and Xander moved to straddle his prey’s legs. He made a shallow cut down the boy’s arm and then licked. His Sire ran a hand through his hair and Xander closed his eyes and purred at the sensation.
“Good boy.”
*****
“Always protect your chest and neck, luv, that’s a vamp's two big weak points. Watch your opponent’s hips and shoulders, that will give ‘em away.”
His Sire was sparring with him, Drusilla in an easy chair Xander had made to look like a throne on the sidelines, cheering and clapping.
Xander fell back and tried to catch non-existent breath. Spike wasn’t going easy on him, and if he didn’t try his best he’d get thrashed within an inch of his unlife. But that was okay, they had to be ready.
They faced the Slayer in two days.
*****
“Your Sire, my sweet.” Xander waited in the shadows just like Drusilla had told him to do. He’d been left at home while Spike picked up Angel. Drusilla was on the bed, resting, and Spike joined her.
“My Angel?”
“The one and only. Now all we need's the full moon tonight, and he will die, and you will be fully restored. My black goddess. My ripe, wicked plum. It's been...”
“Forever.”
He watched as his Sire and Drusilla kissed. They pulled apart and his Sire looked to where he was waiting as Drusilla looked over at Angel.
“Spike, let me have him? Until the moon?”
“Alright, you can play, but don't kill him. He mustn't die till the ritual.”
Drusilla pointed at Angel. “Bring him to me.”
Spike nodded and Xander stepped out of the shadows, picked Angel up and forced him over to Drusilla. He could feel the older vampire’s shock.
“You’ve been a very bad daddy. Luckily my Spike got us a kitten to love.” Drusilla slapped him across the face, hard.
*****
“Hey Scoobies. Miss me?”
“Dear lord! Xander!”
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His Sire ran a hand through his hair and Xander closed his eyes and purred at the sensation.
“Good boy.”
Love that line. What a wonderful image!
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Awesome!!