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True Innocent

Title: True Innocent 10/34
Author: BmblBee
Rating: Adult
Paring: S/X - of course
Warnings: None really except the expected man lovin'
Disclaimer: The Bee owns nothing, including the
lovely men used in the commission of this story.

Summary: This is a follow up to the story "Temptation".
It sees Spike and his new childe returning to California
to the dark angel. He has the answers to questions
Spike has about Xander.

Anyone who is interested in reading Temptation, it can be
found here: http://bmblbee.livejournal.com/tag/temptation

As always chapters posted daily, comments very gratefully accepted.




Although stuffy, funky smelling and smoke filled, the interior
of the rolling vampmobile was now much calmer and more
relaxed. Both men were grateful for the cathartic effect the
little oral session had provided.

They were back on track and more than ready to start the much
needed and so far neglected lessons of a vamp-in-training.
With the instructions in the capable hands of a master vampire such as
Spike, AKA William The Bloody, how could anything go wrong?

Cruising into town through a back alley, Spike flipped off the headlights
and eased the rumbling motor around to the back of the nondescript
brick building. He cut the engine and rolled down the window.

From within the closed up establishment Xander's enhanced hearing
could detect the strains of wailing, strumming, country music.
At an equal volume were the voices of men and women shouting,
laughing and attempting to sing along.

The air was filled with the stench of humanity. Body sweat, urine and
vomit. Cigarette smoke drifted out of a slightly open window.
Xander wrinkled his nose. It didn't smell at all like sire's cigarettes.
This smoke was sickly sweet and thick. He breathed in, deeply filling
his lungs with it.
It gave him an odd urge to giggle.

"What is this place, sire? Is it a gathering place of the English?"

Spike frowned. He didn't like the negative connotation contained
in the word "english". He knew to Xander it meant anyone not
Amish, but too often it was used with an insulting intent, usually
describing people of low morals or disgusting habit.

O.k. maybe that was a tad hypocritical. Still........

"Yea, about that, pet, maybe now that you are more of the dead vampire
persuasion than the living Amish, we could refer to them as "humans"."

Xander mulled this over while taking in several more deep breaths and
with a snicker and a snort, agreed.

"So, oh Demon master of mine, what do I do first?"
Xander wiggled and bounced in his seat excitedly.
He licked his fangs and smacked his lips.

Spike rolled his eyes.
"First you quit fuckin' breathin' before you get any more stoned."

Xander slapped a hand over his mouth and nose and snickered.
"whuff do I muflle neft?"

Spike dropped his head against the steering wheel and gave it a couple
quick smacks leaving a bright red stripe across his wrinkled forehead.

"Oh for Christ sake. Look, Xan, this is serious business. You
need to learn to hunt and feed to stay alive - so to speak. Now
I brought you here to this random, I've-never-been-here-before,
place to select a victim. Once we locate just the right one I'll stay
here out of sight. You are going to sneak up on him, scare him,
IN VAMP FACE, and then bite the shit out of him"

Xander tapped his finger on his chin in thought.
"Now remember, we had a deal. You won't make me kill anybody
if I'm just not comfortable with it. Right?"

Spike waved him off dismissivly, confident that as soon as the demon
tasted fresh blood they boy's natural predatory instincts would kick
in and the slaughter would joyfully begin. It was just a matter of time.

"Yea, yea, right. No killing. Now shut up and watch the side door."

Spike and his protege crouched down in their seats in the cooling car and waited.
After a short time the door flew open and a skinny leather clad biker stumbled out
and proceeded to piss up against the brick wall.

"That one? I think I could take that one. He's pretty skinny. I could......."

"No." Spike cut him off. "Not that one."
And they continued to wait.

Five minutes later the door again flew open. This time a couple,
wrapped tightly together from tongue to toe came rolling out.
Spike sat straight up in his seat and watched with a small smile on his face.
The man was unfamiliar, but didn't really matter as the woman he was
with was the bait he had been waiting on.

Sherry.
The one and only.
Miss loosey goosey herself.

Spike cringed slightly at the memory of his night against that same wall
while she bent over and offered herself to him. It was not a memory
that he relished, but it was also not one he planned on wasting any
time or recriminations over.
Still, it certainly wasn't one he wanted his childe to know about.

This dump was, however, the perfect place to start out a child-in-training.
Full of victims, it was just the sort of area that they could cause
total chaos in and would not be bothered by the interruption of
law enforcement.

Spike continued to watch closely. He knew what would happen next.
Right on schedule the door was opened again. This time violently
by the kick of a steel toed leather boot.

"Sherry! You fucking bitch! Can't you keep your fucking cunt in
your pants for five minutes?"

The obvious lack of logic in that statement was dismissed by all involved.

With his erect cock still protruding from his jeans and chaps, the searcher
of said cunt took off down the alley at a dead run leaving Sherry and her
Big Daddy alone.

"One down, one to go." Spike mumbled under his breath.

"Get your skanky, stinkin' pussy back inside and try not to have anybody
in it before I get there. I gotta piss about a quart of that fuckin' cheap ass
beer."

Jerking the door open he shoved her inside as she screamed out
"Bastard!" to his answering "Bitch!"

Returning to the side, he fumbled about to get his pants unzipped and his
cock freed. A task made even more difficult by the fact that he had only
one usable hand.

"That's him, love. That's the one. Scoot off now like a good little vamp and
claim your spoils."

Xander squinted at his potential victim.
"His arm is in a cast and his head has been stitched up. Wonder
what happened to him. Looks like someone already beat the crap
out of him. That wouldn't be very sporting of me would it Sire?"

Spike appeared aghast.
"Would I suggest you do anything against the rules in the vampire
handbook? I'm shocked. I'll have you know that chapter five, article
six, clearly states that any potential victim is fair game and responsible
for his own defense despite any physical handicaps. Sides, I'm only
thinking of you in all this. Less chance of him staking you if he can only use
one arm. Only thinking of you, love. Always only you."

Spike pouted at the suspicious nature of his childe.
He batted his eyes and tried to look innocent.

Immediately contrite, Xander flung himself into Spike's arms.
"I'm sorry Sire. You are too good to me. I love you.
I'll make you proud. I'll go right over there and bite him.
No screw ups this time. I promise."

With a quick, sloppy kiss, Xander jumped from the car.
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