dfasgiles (dfasgiles) wrote in dfasgbaf, @ 2007-09-02 21:04:00 |
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FIC-13: Ensouled Spike w/Principal Wood & the First, He's Mine!
Title: He's Mine!
Author's personal fanfic community: dfasgbaf
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Ensouled Spike, Principal Wood, the First.
Rating: FIC-13
Genre: Character Exploration
Prompt: fanfic100 #84, He.
Word Count: 808
Author's notes: You might notice this is very similar to my previous fic entitled "My Name Is Death." There are some very important differences, however. SPOILERS up to and including the episode "Lies My Parents Told Me," Season 7. Read no further in these headers if you don't want to be spoiled for that show. WARNINGS for violence, cussing, vampire bites, and sexual references.
Summary: Spike's words to Principal Wood in "Lies My Parents Told Me" were, "I'm not under the First's or anyone else's influences, now. I just wanted you to know that...before I kill you." But, when he told Buffy about it, he said, "I gave him a pass: let him live on account of the fact I killed his mother." I've always thought there was more to it than that--some deeper reason for him stopping before killing him. Spike may have had his soul, but human blood was still a nummy treat for his demon....
Disclaimer: The characters Spike (a/k/a, William), Principal Wood, and the First Evil belong to Joss Whedon and all his industry affiliates. I get no profit from this story. I write it only for guilty pleasure and feel free to do so because Joss has encouraged such activity on more than one occasion.
Feedback: Constructive criticism, both negative and positive, will be accepted with grace and gratitude. Destructive criticism (insults without examples from my work and suggestions for improvement to fortify the insults) will be deleted and will earn a block from journal, community, inbox, or group, whichever and however many are applicable and/or possible. Praise of all kinds is always accepted, of course!
Distribution: Archive sites, etc., of which I am a member. Anyone else, please ask at the above e-mail address. If you're willing to share the archive info with me, I will probably say yes. Thanks for your interest!
William cocked his head, listening to the song that less than an hour previous had turned him to a snarling, uncontrollable beast. Nothing. HA! He'd won against it at last!
"That's a nice little song you got there." He clicked the computer mouse, stopping the music, point made, then turned lazily to gaze at the school principal he'd just taught a lesson.
Ha, funny, that. Teaching a principal a lesson. How life has come full circle for me!
But, had the lesson been enough? The principal still glared at him from the floor with the same seething hatred, seeing him as the one who'd killed his mother and nothing more. He was a murderer. He was just another vamp to be extinguished. What difference did the bloody soul make?
Right, then. He wants a vamp? We'll give him a vamp.
"Thanks, doc," William said, walking across the garage to where Principal Wood sat. "You cured me, after all. I got my own free will, now. I'm not under the First's or anyone else's influences, now." He bent over and lowered his voice to a confessional level: "I just wanted you to know that--" brows shifted to deep ridges as canines shifted to fangs, resulting in a delightful widening of eyes and soft gasp from the principal-- "before I kill you."
William dragged the principal off the floor by the front of his wife beater--or should he say vamp beater?--shirt and, without so much as a by-your-leave, thrust his fangs into the point where neck met shoulder.
Before William knew what was happening, his demon surged forth, rejoicing in the taste of human blood. Demon!Spike thought the party had ended with William's words to the principal, yet...here he was, drinking from a hot, freshly exercised man whose heart was pumping partially from exertion and partially from fear for his life. Delicious. He didn't know what had caused the change in that obnoxious soul William had stupidly decided to get, but he was going to take advantage of the situation--full advantage.
Spike began to draw deep and hard, long and slow, rocking against the principal's body in slow circles. If the principal was going to die at his hands for whinging about how he'd "taken his childhood," he'd die a humiliating death, knowing that he got off being bitten by the vamp that had killed his mother.
That's when the voice came back--that bloody voice he thought he'd rid himself of--or William had. At least the bloody soul was good for something.
"There's my boy," the voice said. "My precious boy. I knew you'd never leave me." It was William's mother's voice. "This nasty man thought he could best us, but we are strong. Together, we will bring this world to its knees."
Those words. They were so familiar....
"What are you waiting for? Finish him!"
Spike tore his mouth from Principal Wood. "What? I don't take orders from anyone!"
"What...?" the principal asked weakly, confused.
"You are my boy! You take orders from me, or you will be punished!"
Spike scoffed. "Li-ike hell! You think I don't know you? Just because I enjoy being back on the juice doesn't mean I'm gonna let you push me around. Bugger off and let me enjoy my meal in peace!"
"You honestly think you can enjoy anything in peace...with a soul...?" The question was followed by maniacal laughter that faded slowly away, and then...nothing.
Spike shook his head and returned his gaze to his victim...and blinked once...twice...three times.
My God, what have I done? I nearly killed him! I meant only to make a point, not to--Dear God! William leapt away from the principal as if he'd been hit by an electrical shock.
He paced and paced and paced the floor of the garage, repeating in his head the events of the evening. He was fully aware of what had happened between his demon and the First, but that didn't make him feel much better; if anything, it frightened him all the more. It meant the First still wanted him and may yet find another way to control him. Spike had managed to fight it off this time, but...what if he should fail in the future? Should he warn Buffy of this new development? What would happen if he did? Would her friends double their efforts to kill him? Would she look at him with hatred or, worse yet, with pity? Oh, God! What to do???
He turned and looked at Principal Wood. He was slumped against the garage wall in a seated position, right where Spike had left him. His eyes were closed, but he was still breathing.
I need to...go somewhere...think for a spell...maybe have a smoke...or 10. I'll come up with something. He grabbed the leather duster and headed for the door.