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nephirThis was a story that I started to write and then lost the muse for it. There should be more, like with Spike and Drusilla returning to Sunnydale with their kitten in tow and Xander being all docile and submissive like. I had a great flash of him kneeling on the floor with cuffs at his ankles and wrists and Drusilla lightly cutting poetry into his back.
On to what I have so far....
Pet
Spike stalked out of the school and slammed his fist into the side of the Volvo parked on the street. ‘How dare Angel pretend to be Angelus and try to trick him. Offer to share a boy with him, then turn on him. Bloody soul. Ruined a perfectly good demon and turned him into a broody git.’
He headed for the sewers, heading back to the cavern. Drusilla was waiting for him there. She’d have something to say about Angel.
"The boy doesn't trust you. They follow him. I think sometimes that all my hair will fall out and I'll be bald." Drusilla drifted slowly around the room that Spike and she were sharing.
Reaching out, Spike grabbed a hold of her wrist on one of her passes by him and pulled her to his lap. “What boy are you talking about Dru?”
“The Slayer’s boy. The dark kitten. Daddy has made him angry. Miss Edith says that he needs a new keeper.” She snapped her teeth at him playfully. “Dark and moist, I want to eat him quite up.”
Spike rubbed his hand across her back and shoulders. “Think we should take the kitten, do you Luv? Raise him up right, make a big cat out of him?” Laughing at the thought of taking the boy out from under Angel’s nose the two vampire’s plotted early into the next day.
“Xander, are you listening to me?” Buffy shook his shoulder.
“Huh…wa?” he mumbled, his cheeks pinking with embarrassment. His mind had been wandering back to last night and Angel offering him up as a snack to his very scary Childe.
On to what I have so far....
Pet
Spike stalked out of the school and slammed his fist into the side of the Volvo parked on the street. ‘How dare Angel pretend to be Angelus and try to trick him. Offer to share a boy with him, then turn on him. Bloody soul. Ruined a perfectly good demon and turned him into a broody git.’
He headed for the sewers, heading back to the cavern. Drusilla was waiting for him there. She’d have something to say about Angel.
"The boy doesn't trust you. They follow him. I think sometimes that all my hair will fall out and I'll be bald." Drusilla drifted slowly around the room that Spike and she were sharing.
Reaching out, Spike grabbed a hold of her wrist on one of her passes by him and pulled her to his lap. “What boy are you talking about Dru?”
“The Slayer’s boy. The dark kitten. Daddy has made him angry. Miss Edith says that he needs a new keeper.” She snapped her teeth at him playfully. “Dark and moist, I want to eat him quite up.”
Spike rubbed his hand across her back and shoulders. “Think we should take the kitten, do you Luv? Raise him up right, make a big cat out of him?” Laughing at the thought of taking the boy out from under Angel’s nose the two vampire’s plotted early into the next day.
“Xander, are you listening to me?” Buffy shook his shoulder.
“Huh…wa?” he mumbled, his cheeks pinking with embarrassment. His mind had been wandering back to last night and Angel offering him up as a snack to his very scary Childe.
