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.
That was exactly what this was.
That the boy should be the one to exact revenge on the
evil doers that led poor Spike astray and caused him to sin
and cheat against his beloved childe.
Well, it was just the perfect solution.
And the boy gets his first victim - bonus.
Spike was totally oblivious to all the errors in that statement.
O.k. maybe Xander wasn't his childe at the time of the evening in
question, and maybe Spike wasn't exactly forced into fucking the
skanky bitch, but still Spike was not about to take all the blame.
Spike could barely contain the huge grin that covered his face.
He rubbed his hands together and twitched impatiently in his seat
like a five year old waiting on ice cream as he watched from the
dark interior of the car.
Xander was doing great.
He crouched low and kept his body in the shadows next to the
dumpster as he crept toward his bulky, fumbling victim.
Spike let out a giggle as Xander paused, not five feet behind.
Everything was perfect.
Spike wiped his sweaty palms on the legs of his pants as his
little inner voice chanted rhythmically.
'Pounce. Pounce. Pounce.'
Suddenly, just when Spike was beginning to think the boy had
lost his nerve, he watched as Xander threw his arms up and leaped
Spike whooped with glee when Fat Daddy spun around on his heels
and pissed all over his own shoes.
Apparently a short dick has poor aim.
Spike was somewhat dismayed to see the boy spitting and snarling
but at least he was in vamp face so they could work on technique
His dead heart swelled with pride.
He snickered as he saw Fat Boy stumbling backward toward the
urine covered wall.
He had either forgotten or was unconcerned about the small piece
of pink that was still dangling from his open zipper.
He guessed 'shaking off' would be pointless.
The bubbly cheerleader in Spike's brain had now taken up a new
creed. It was cheerfully shaking it's pom poms and repeating
"Bite that ass. Bite that ass."
Spike leaned forward gripping the wheel tightly. He didn't want
to miss a single thing.
Seconds ticked by.
Spike was becoming somewhat confused and concerned as he
watched his childe, who by now had turned and was standing with
his back to Spike.
Xander had taken two more steps forward and was right in Fatty's face.
From Biker boy's expression Xander must have been saying something
to him. Something that was not inspiring the blind terror Spike had
Quickly Spike rolled down the window and stuck his head out like a
golden retriever hoping to hear what the boy was saying.
Unfortunately both sides of the conversation were too low to be picked up.
Just as he was beginning to wonder if he should get out and show
the boy just how to rip a throat out and fuck a corpse, things went from
strange to fuckin' bizarre.
All humor fell from Spike's face and his chin hit the floor as he watched
his beloved childe hold out his arms and scoop Fat Daddy in a warm
Without further ado, and apparently with much cooperation, the biker
pulled back his hair, tipped his head and bared his neck for the young
vampire to take a bite.
Spike scowled as he watched his childe continue to rock the slob of
humanity in his arms lovingly while sucking his blood.
After a few minutes Xander pulled his fangs out and licked his lips and
stepped back from his wobbly, blood weakened victim.
With a triumphant smile on his face, Xander turned and rushed back
to his sire. Spike waited impatiently. He wanted some answers and he
wanted them NOW!
Before he had a chance to demand the explanation, Xander stuck his
head in the open window.
"Hey, sire, guess what? I just saved a soul! It seems Hector over there
has been floundering through life since he was confronted by a vampire
last week. Can you imagine that? Wow there must be others around
Xander shook his head in wonderment.
Spike just cleared his throat and focused on a piece of strange
lint that somehow got stuck on the interior roof the the DeSoto.
"So anyway, after we talked for a bit we came to an agreement.
He gave me some blood and in exchange we are going to take him
to the Church of Good Hope out on highway 15.
They will take him in and help him change his evil ways. Wait here
and I'll go get him."
Spike barely avoided whiplash as he snapped around.
"No! Xander, no! Goddamn it childe, get back here!"
Spike's voice fell on dead ears as he watched in horror while his
do gooder childe retrieved the weakened, suddenly spiritual, sinner.
The last thing he needed was for his beloved child to hear the story of how
these wicked humans led Spike to commit unspeakable acts.
Spike's brain spun and immediately landed on a memory of a time in
his own human childhood when he had thrown two wet cats in a bag
together and watched the burlap contort wildly till one clawed its way
out leaving them both scratched, bruised and spit covered.
He had a funny feeling the DeSoto was about to become his burlap sack.
Spike slid down as far as he could in his seat, barely able to peek up
over the steering wheel as Xander led the sobbing, stumbling biker
over and helped him into the back seat.
"You're making the right choice." Xander crooned to his erstwhile victim.
"You can be a soldier in God's army. A biker for the Lord, leading other's
in the way of the light."
Spike groaned and rolled his eyes.
"You say something, Sire?"
For the first time the backseat passenger looked up at the driver
"Hey, don't I know you? You look kinda familiar."
Spike squeaked in a falsetto voice.
"Nope, never been there."
He stomped the pedal and threw gravel as he tore from the alley.
Ignoring his sire's strange behavior, Xander patted Hector's
arm benevolently. Hector smiled weakly then turned his attention
to the strange man driving.
"Thanks for the ride, Buddy. I sure 'preciate it."
Spike crouched lower, pulled his collar up around his neck and
flipped the thumbs up sign over his shoulder.
Still focused on his charge, Xander asked gently,
"Would you like to pray, Hec?"
Hector continued to snot and sniff.
"O.k." He lowered his head and chasped his hands.
"Dear God. Thank you for sending this nice boy to bite me.
Also, God, please smite the bastard who beat the shit out of
me and fucked my girl last week. Thanks. Amen"
Spike choked, sputtered, and finally giggled.
Before Xander had a chance to ask his sire what was wrong with
his voice they had turned onto highway 15 and the homeless shelter
was in sight. A rundown whitewash frame building that was a haven
of rescue to many who had lost their way.
Spinning sideways, Spike slammed up against the curb.
Xander chose to ignore his sire's rude behavior to their new friend and he
patted the biker's shoulder.
"Good luck. I know you will find a new life in the blood of the lamb."
The biker opened the door and as he set one foot on the pavement,
he turned to say "thanks". Before he could form the words,
Spike hit the gas.
Fat Daddy landed on the pavement and rolled painfully
to the curb, his screams of pain pierced the night as he rebroke his
cast covered arm.
Xander climbed over the back of the seat and settled in beside
"Wow, Sire. Doesn't that make you feel good? Maybe that's
my new purpose on earth. To bite people for God."