Spike found Drusilla naked on the bed with her hands between her legs. "Oh, Spike. Help me?"
He smiled, shedding his jeans and crawling cat like on the bed. "Did your daddy turn you on?" he asked, somewhat angry that his sire could make her horny by hitting her.
She nodded her head as she moved her hands to her nipples. "Yes. But he wasn't supposed to. I didn't want him to." She smiled as Spike lowered his head, flicking his tongue out over her exposed clitoris. "And you came and saved me. My knight!"
**
Angelus found Xander lying on the bed, his jeans had been removed and he was staring at the ceiling. "I thought I told you to be on your knees." Xander rolled his eyes, then got to his knees on the bed. "No. On the floor."
Xander got up, and walked to his sire, gritting his teeth. As he sunk to his knees, Angelus spoke in a cold hard voice. "Use your teeth and I'll tear off your prick." Xander opened his mouth as he unfastened his sire's pants.
**
Drusilla lay on her back on the floor, waving her arm back and forth over her head. Her bed had been empty this evening. Angelus had taken his little doll to play somewhere, and Spike was...where was he? Drusilla's brow furrowed as she tried to remember where he had gone. Somewhere... She rose, the long train of her dress trailing behind her. She liked this dress, it was her favorite.
She used to be everyone's favorite, too. She was still Spike's but now Angelus had Willow. She liked Willow though, so she shouldn't feel this need to rip the girl's hair out. She needed a kill, a bloody one...she wanted to feel the life of someone flowing into her. She wanted them to be fighting over her, not the little redheaded witch.
She moved into the living room, pinching the skin of her upper arm with her fingernails. The new fledgling was sitting in one of the chairs. She moved closer to him.
"What are you doing?
Xander threw the cat he'd been playing with into the wall. "Waiting for Angelus and the little girl, but you'll do."
Drusilla smiled and moved closer to him. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Sure, Dru, you're hot. You've got a beautiful ass."
Drusilla pouted for a moment. "Do you like my hair? It's soft. Like a bunny." She kneeled by him, tilting her head towards Xander. "Spike likes to stroke it when he's..." She blushed and lowered her voice to a whisper. "When he's tupping me." She turned to look at him. "Do you stroke the little doll's hair when you tup her? Or are you too busy hurting her?" She closed her eyes. "It takes so long to break dolls. I have lots, you know. They crack in ever so many places, but they never break until you throw them." As she swayed, he slowly unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants and pushing them down around his hips.
Xander grabbed Drusilla by her hair and shoved her face into his crotch. She opened her eyes and cried out, pulling back and hitting him in the face. "You leave me alone. You're a bad man!"
She rose and turned to flee, but he stepped on her train, refastening his pants, and kicked her in the back. She cried out and rounded on him. Her dress tore. "I'll bite off your member! I will, with my sharp little teeth...and then you'll bleed and my Angel won't want you anymore."
"You fucking bitch! You know you give it away to anyone who wants it. And I want some." He backhanded her and she retaliated, raking her nails across his face. He screamed and grabbed her around the waist, squeezing her tightly. Drusilla cried out in pain as her ribs cracked. She brought her heel down on his bare feet, grinding down.
Xander loosened his grip and she spun around, catching his gaze with her own. "Be in me." She brought her fingers up near his eyes. "Be in my eyes." When she had mesmerized him, she smiled cruelly. "Naughty vampire needs to be punished. I think I should put out your candles," she giggled.
"Drusilla." Spike's voice rang out across the room.
"Spike!" Drusilla squealed and ran to his side. "Did you bring me a present, my sweet Spike?"
"Only good girls get presents, Dru. Didn't look like you were being good. You looked like you were about to make your daddy's play thing nothing more than a bunch of ashes. Why were you about to poke out his eyes, luv? You know that'd only piss your daddy off."
"He hurt me, Spike. Tried to make me suck him."
"He did what?" Spike gathered Drusilla close to him. "Go to our room, pet. I'll take care of him." Drusilla kissed Spike, then skipped off, singing a sing about disrespectful students getting spanked.
Spike turned back to Xander. The fledgling was still in a trance. Smiling, Spike pulled his arm back, his hand making a fist. He quickly slammed his fist into Xander's jaw, waking him out of the trance. Spike absently stroked his cheek while he waited for the boy to pick himself up off the floor.
"Spike. When did you get here? And where'd Dru go?" Xander stood up, his hand on his face, readjusting his jaw.
"Dru is in our room. And I got here right before she snapped your neck. Now," Spike sighed. "Why don't you tell me why she was about to kill you."
Xander shrugged, hoping the older vampire didn't know about his most recent advance towards Drusilla. "'Cause she's a crazy bitch?" Xander felt the back of Spike's hand connect with his cheek.
"No. That would be incorrect." Spike grabbed the boy by the neck. "Want to try again?" The younger vampire said nothing. "How about that you were trying to make her do something that she didn't want to. Ring any bells?"
When Xander failed to respond, Spike's hold on his neck tightened. "I just don't understand you, mate. Here you are, a fledgling, yet you think that for some reason you're a Master. Why is that? I am going to say this one last time, the next time I WILL snap your neck. You will never have Drusilla, in any way. One, because she doesn't like you and two, because I fucking hate you. You and Angelus have your girl. One would think that would keep you occupied." Spike removed his hand from Xander, taking a step back.
"So. What have we learned today about Drusilla?"
Xander's jaw clenched and his voice was hard. He obviously didn't like having Spike show his prowess. "That she's a crazy bitch."
"No, wrong again." Spike backhanded Xander, knocking the fledgling to the floor. "You just aren't any good at this, are you, mate?" The older vampire picked Xander up by his hair. "What you should've said is that you've learned that Drusilla isn't as weak as your little Willow." Spike let go, patting down his chest and finding his cigarettes. Popping one in his mouth and lighting it, he returned his attention to Xander. "See, when I walked in, Drusilla was about to kill you. And you were just standing there. She does this thing with her eyes, you know. Makes her more powerful than even me. While Angelus and I, and most other vampires, have to subdue our victims with force, Drusilla can do it with her eyes."
Spike took a long drag on his cigarette then expelled the smoke into Xander's face. "The other thing that you were finally supposed to learn today is that you will never get Dru into the position you want her in. Either she'd kill you or I would."
"And then Angelus would kill you."
Spike chuckled. "For killing you? Are you daft? I've killed hundreds of his fledglings that he's liked twice as much as you and I'm still here. Don't kid yourself, boy. You're a thing to be played with. And I'd have the most fun by killing you."
Suddenly, Xander's hand connected with Spike's jaw, knocking out the cigarette that dangled from his mouth. Spike's face shifted at the attack and he hit back, his punch sending Xander spiraling to the floor. As Spike tried to straddle the fledgling, Xander kicked him, struggling to get up. But Spike was soon sitting on Xander's chest, his legs pressing the boy's arms down.
"See how easy that was for me?" Spike raised an eyebrow, his lips going into an almost pout as he thought. "Now... We're in an interesting position, mate. Here you are subdued, and at the mercy of my whims... What to do..." Spike's face shifted back into its human form and he smiled. "I know. I kill you."
Just as Spike's hands grabbed Xander's head, Angelus walked in with Willow on his arm. "Spike!"
The bleach blonde vampire sighed, letting go of Xander's head and turning his own to watch as his sire placed Willow delicately in a chair. She seemed happy today, playing with the small stuffed animals she held in her arms. Spike knew that she was probably already as mad as Drusilla. The difference was that Drusilla had her visions and her strength; Willow was just a broken woman turned vampire.
"Spike, what are you doing?" Angelus came to stand towering over the two male vampires.
Xander began to speak, but Spike shut him up by shoving his fingers in the boy's mouth and grabbing his tongue. "Teaching your pet better manners."
"And what makes you think that you can do that?"
Spike removed his hand from Xander's mouth and stood up. "He tried to pull something over on Dru...again. You should actually be thanking me. She was about to kill him when I came in."
Angelus closed his eyes for a second, collecting himself. Once they opened again, he leaned down, grabbed Xander by his neck and hauled the boy to his feet. "When will you learn, Xander? You're making a mess out of everything." Xander kept his mouth shut, knowing that his sire was angry. "This is the last time, Xander, and then I let him kill you."
Spike smiled. "But what about retribution for his actions now. I don't want to wait until the next time he fucks up to inflict justice upon him."
Angelus looked from Spike to Xander and back again. "Fine. You can have him for the rest of the night and most of tomorrow's daylight hours. Willow and I have plans anyway." Xander began to protest, but Angelus' hand squeezing his throat stopped him. Turning to Xander, the Master vampire narrowed his eyes. "You brought this on yourself, Xander. You're lucky I don't let him kill you now for your disobedience." He turned back to Spike, shoving Xander towards him. "You and Dru can play, but don't hurt him too much. I want him able to fuck tomorrow night, got it?"
Spike smiled broadly as he thought of all the fun he and his princess could have. "Yeah, got it." He took Xander by the hair and started to drag him. Xander protested again, struggling to rid himself of Spike's hold. He wasn't going to be treated like some thing to be passed around. Spike swiftly punched him, ending his protest by knocking him unconscious.
Spike picked the boy up, tossing him over his shoulder and walked from the room, humming an eighties punk rock tune.
**
Spike reached the room he shared with Drusilla just as he came to the chorus of the song. He dropped his burden on the floor. The younger vampire's body sprawled painfully on the cold marble, his arms and legs akimbo.
"Pet!" He stepped over the body, giving Xander a firm kick to the stomach as he did so. "Come and look at the present I've brought you!"
"Present?" Drusilla, her naked body gleaming in the lamplight, drew herself up on her knees in the middle of the bed. "Is it something to eat?" Her eyes lit on Xander and she smiled slowly. "No, something to play with. Did Daddy give him to us?"
Spike nodded, moving his body so he effectively shielded Drusilla's nakedness from the unconscious vampire. "Mmm-hmm, pet, and you can play all you want if you put something on."
"He tore my dress, Spike. It was my favorite. I don't like any of my other ones." Drusilla swung her legs out from under her and hopped off the bed, heading towards her wardrobe. She flung the doors open, then rifled through the yards of silk and lace that hung there. Finally, she drew out the long black one she had worn for her healing ritual. "I'll wear this one, Spike. It's good for torture." Humming slightly, she drew the dress over her head, then turned so that Spike could tie the sash in back. "Are we both going to play with him?"
Spike kissed the top of her head softly. "No, pet. I'll just watch you work. You can play, but don't do permanent damage to him. Angelus wants him back in semi-working order. Apparently your Angel is addicted to this whelp's ass."
Drusilla pouted momentarily then smiled as a plan formed in her head. "Would you tie him for me? I need to get out my toys. You know where the chains are."
Spike strode over to Drusilla's chest, carefully moving her dolls onto the floor. When all of them were safely out of the way, he opened the chest, pulling out a strong set of chains. He walked back over to Xander, lifting him up and clasping the boy's hands into the manacles and attaching the other end to the bedposts. He thought a minute, then attached chains to Xander's ankles as well, securing those too to the bedposts.
"Thank you, my sweet." Drusilla kneeled near Xander, laying a small selection of toys on the floor. She slapped Xander smartly on both cheeks and he stirred.
"You little bitch!" He lunged at her, only to be held back by the chains. "Let me go or I'll rip your fucking head off and skullfuck you!"
"Naughty, naughty language! Naughty vampires have to be shushed." Drusilla reached into her pile and pulled out a ball gag. Spike held Xander's head still as she buckled it on him, the bright red ball plugging his mouth. "There! That's better. You'll scream less."
She reached again into her pile and found a pair of silver scissors. They were finely wrought and fashioned in the shape of a swan, the beak of the bird being the blades. She slipped the blades under Xander's shirt and began to cut, slicing through the thin silk of his shirt until she reached his collar. She pushed the two pieces of fabric to the side and ran her fingertips lightly over Xander's chest.
Giggling slightly, she discarded the scissors and picked up a knife. "What's a good word for a vampire as naughty as you?" She traced the knife along his chest, musing out loud. "Naughty? No, that's too long, and your chest isn't very wide. I know!" She dug the knife into his skin and started carving. He screamed out loud, but the sound was muffled by the gag. "Shh...I'm almost finished. There! Now everyone will know that you are rude."
Xander glanced at his bloody chest. Drusilla had carved the word 'rude' into it and the lines oozed blood. "Now, I have to clean you up." Donning unattractive rubber gloves and reaching for a soft cloth, she dipped it in the dish of water she had placed nearby. She wrung out the cloth, then pressed it to Xander's chest, mopping up the blood. He screamed again as his chest started to smoke. "Whoops!" Drusilla picked up the water dish and tipped the remaining liquid onto Xander's chest. "My Angel said that he still wanted to be with you tonight. He still wants to be able to," she lowered her voice, "fuck you. But he didn't say anything about making you slobber on him. So you don't need to be able to open your mouth."
She picked up a delicate chain, dangling the cross pendant before Xander's eyes. Spike grinned and removed the gag, holding the sides of Xander's mouth wide. Drusilla narrowed her eyes and lowered the small cross into his mouth, watching the black smoke rise from his lips.
"You don't need to have that tongue of yours. All it does is say mean things and lick my Angel's cock." Spike refastened the gag, leaving Xander wide-eyed with pain as the small silver cross ate away at his tongue. "Now, then, what else can we do?" She picked up a whip from her pile. "Spike got me this when we were in Prague. Angel used to have one before he got his soul back and now you just can't get ones like this anymore." The whip was tightly braided leather, with small wires woven into it. Spike turned Xander over, wrenching his arms painfully.
Drusilla rose and raised the whip over her shoulder, then brought it down on Xander's back. An angry welt throbbed on Xander's back, and Drusilla brought the whip down again, criss-crossing the first strike. She continued to whip Xander's slim back, and then abruptly dropped the whip. She poured a handful of salt form a slender glass bottle into her small hand and sprinkled it on her handiwork, laughing hysterically as Xander grunted and struggled against his bonds.
"Spike?" Drusilla purred. She slowly pulled her dress up to her waist, exposing her triangle of moist dark curls. "Spike, if you take off his gag and put him in the box, I'll give you a treat." She dipped one finger into her moistness and shut her eyes, swaying with the thrill that went through her.
Spike roughly untied Xander, propping the boy up as he slumped in defeat. "Not so cocky now, are you, mate? Actually, you're lucky that wasn't literal." He half-dragged the boy's still form over to the large cabinet that sat with its back to the north wall, then threw open the door.
The cabinet was lined with short, sharp nails. Spike slapped Xander across the face. He opened his eyes, and tried to back up. Spike grabbed him around the waist. "Now, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to take this gag off, and you're going to get put in the box. You can't scream-if you do, I'll have to hurt you some more, and you can't die--one of the disadvantages of being undead--so you're just going to hurt a lot. Meanwhile, I'm going to go over there, and fuck Dru several times until we both collapse from exhaustion. Have you learned your lesson? Don't mess with Dru unless she wants you to." Spike thought for a minute, then added, "And even then, don't mess with her."
"Or I'll make you bleed." Drusilla trilled from the bed. She had pulled the dress entirely off and dropped it on the side of the bed. Sighing softly, she pinched an elongated nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
"Too bad for you." Spike shoved Xander, first removing the gag and necklace, into the closet, slamming the door and turning the key. "Well, that takes care of that!"
Drusilla mewled, reaching out her arms to him. He grinned and took a running leap onto the bed, making it bounce. Drusilla giggled, rising to her knees and taking a trial bounce. She shrieked as the mattress propelled her several inches into the air. "How lovely!"
"Pet, I thought I was going to get a treat." His gaze was fastened on her bouncing breasts.
"A treat?" Her eyes widened innocently. "What would you like?" She edged closer to him, still on her knees. "A kiss?"
She leaned forward and placed a feathery kiss on his cheek, then slid over to his mouth, nibbling at his lower lip. When she bit hard enough to draw blood, he growled, pulling her flush to him. Between the two of them, his shirt was pulled off and flung away.
She pulled him down onto her, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Pet," he choked out, " I can't take my pants off if you don't..."
She let go for an instant, then latched back on as soon as he took them off, clamping her arms and legs around him like a spider. When she whispered, "Now, Spike," into his ear, he snapped out of it, burying his cock inside of her. She arched into his thrust, hissing with the intense pleasure. "Harder, Spike."
He increased his thrusts, causing the antique bed to shake. One of the dolls fell from its shelf above, landing near Drusilla's face. "No, Miss Edith..." Drusilla broke off her command, convulsing and shrieking Spike's name. The little porcelain observer stared as Drusilla's ridges appeared and she sank her teeth into Spike's neck. He moaned, grimacing as his orgasm neared. One of Dru's slender fingers worked its way into his anus, and he went over the edge, spilling his cold seed inside her.
They lay there for a moment, and then Spike rolled off of her, letting her settle into the crook of his arm.
"You two..." The pair looked up. Willow stood in the doorway, an expression of surprise on her face. "You made love. Without Angel seeing you. Won't he punish you?" She held the kitten that Xander had killed, her tongue lapping at the blood that spilled from its head.
Drusilla untangled herself from Spike, walking over to the redhead. She ran her hand down Willow's face. "Do you want to see something?" Willow nodded. Drusilla smiled and took her hand, leading her to the cabinet. She reached up and slid open a small panel in the door. "Take a look in there, dearie." Willow stood on her tiptoes and hesitantly peered in. "It's Xander...but he's all bloody. What happened to him? Did Daddy punish him?"
"No, I did. And you remember that," Drusilla said almost fondly. "*I* punished him. Now get out of here or I'll bite you...again." Her smile grew into an evil smirk. "And I'll make it hurt."
**
End Part Eight