Title: Vampire ~ Retired, Extremely Dangerous. (This utilizes the plot from the movie 'R.E.D. 'In the very unlikely event you recognize any dialogue, it's from the movie.) Comedy/Action/Romance.
Warnings:Violence, AU, Vamp/human, OOC, a little graphic M/M sex. Spike, Angelus, Darla are vampires, Oz is a werewolf but NOT as in BTVS. No deaths of important characters.
Pairing: 100% S/X
Unbeta'd: All free range boo, boos are mine and should be left unmolested.
Status:Complete and posted Mon.-Fri.
Comments: Comment if you want to, it's nice to know someone is reading.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except this version of the story. My thanks goes to Salustra for coming up with so many ideas and would have written it with me except for ill health.
Distribution: Archiving, please ASK.
Pre-read by my dear friend Bumblbee,
William (Spike) Pratt is a vampire, when he is forcibly retired from the CIA (Black Ops) his life becomes boring and predictable and he hates it. The only bright spot is Xander Harris and their telephone chats. When a high tech hit team tries to kill William he fears for Xander's safety and decides it's time they met face to face, and their lives change forever........
The blue LCD numerals on the digital clock tripped over.... 6.00, no alarm rang but William's eyes snapped open and he sat up in the large, double bed. He had awoken at six o'clock exactly for the last 148 years of his long life. He looked to the empty spot beside him and sighed in relief, Larry, Luke, Leslie or whatever they called his latest fuck had conveniently taken the hint and left already, William didn't do morning's after any more than he did encores. He looked at the sliver of paper left on the pillow that still bore the dent of a head, he picked it up and read it.
'I had a terrific time. Phone me 785 639 3681. Lindsey x.
Lindsey, so that was his name? He couldn't recall asking, but he had a nice ass. He crumpled the paper up one handed and tossed it into the waste basket, swung his naked legs out of the bed and stood. His slender toes curled into the thick sheepskin rug by his bed and he stretched and scratched his balls, and his long, flaccid cock swayed gently with the movement from a nest of dark, wiry curls at his groin. He wasn't a tall man, five foot ten but he was lean with taut, well defined muscles and an air of controlled strength in a compact package. His hair was platinum blond and a mass of soft curls, his eyes a striking ice blue and he had high, sharp cheekbones and plump, pink lips. It was difficult to tell his age, he had a youthful face but his eyes spoke of decades of wisdom and harsh experience. He shivered slightly and made a mental note to crank up the heating as he pulled on his robe, secured it tightly and padded barefoot from the bedroom.
He took a piss, washed his hands and made for the stairs, his feet slapping against the golden brown of the highly polished wood. The stairs were uncarpeted, like the rest of the house, though an expensive, deeply piled, Persian rug graced the living room and other rugs were laid here and there.
The house was expensively though nominally furnished.
It was the first house William had ever owned and he was still getting used to living in one place. A sofa, chair, wall mounted television, coffee table and shelf for a huge collection for records, CDs, DVDs and Blue Ray Discs and small bookcase in the living room, no pictures or ornaments anywhere. The bedroom had the double bed, sliding wardrobe, two bedside tables, a small dressing table with a mirror and a small tv. The kitchen had an elegant table and chairs, split level cooker, microwave, upright freezer and fridge, dishwasher, ample cupboard space and a black marble counter and a book shelf for his collection of gourmet cook books, William liked to cook. The utility room contained a washer and dryer.
He opened the fridge door and took one of the bags of blood from the rail, tore one corner open with his teeth and poured it into his mug and waited for it to nuke, musing over how easy it was since the microwave. He took out the mug and chugged down the warmed blood in one go, B positive his favorite and he'd drink another mug later in the day. He washed out his mug and dried it and put it back in the cupboard and headed back upstairs.
Five minutes later he came down again in blue trainers and sweat pants and a gray Tee shirt, opened a door in the kitchen and a light flickered on automatically, revealing a flight of steps down to a large basement, William went down.