2 - Comfort
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CHAPTER 2 - Comfort
Sunlight was still peaking though the dark curtains of the room when sleep left me. The room felt cold and empty… void of any life. Grudgingly I forced my body out of bed as it protested with lack of sleep. What day was it today? For the past year or so, mundane human things such as days or months had no meaning. A day was just another day – the briefest of blinks in the scheme of a vampire’s immortality. A previous night’s kill usually didn’t warrant a memory unless there was something truly significant in it. A certain look of anguish, a certain cry of desperation, or maybe the taste of their blood. Beyond that all that was burned into memory was the feeling of utter ecstasy. But now I wanted to know about long forgotten mundane things. I wanted to know because of her.
It was Sunday and that knowledge brought about disappointment. The marketplace was closed on Sundays which meant she wouldn’t be there tonight. Oh well, there was always the pub and maybe a little gambling. That should be enough of a distraction till the morrow came.
I cast one more look upon my unmade bed and wondered if maybe a few more hours of sleep would do any good. But the sheets smelled of Drusilla and somehow the notion of having her scent around me with only my hand as a companion left a sour taste in my mouth. ‘Sides, did that at least twice before my head hit the pillows last night.
Darla was in the study, dressed and ready for the hunt that was still hours away.
“You’re awake early again today, Spike.”
“Couldn’t go back to sleep. It’s a bi' cold if you know what I mean.”
“I know you miss her,” she said standing up and opening her arms in invitation.
With a nod, I closed the distance between us and buried my face in the crook of her neck while her fingers played with my hair. “Will you come with us tonight?” I murmured into her skin. The question was a selfish one for obvious reasons. If Darla joined in the hunt, then my Dark Princess would be by my side.
“I will. You needn’t worry about that. We will hunt like a family tonight.” She moved back to her seat and motioned that I sit beside her. She slowly undid the button on her left wrist and carefully moved the fabric out of the way exposing the pale skin of her forearm. With a gentle smile, she offered her flesh.
“No?” she asked in disbelief.
“You don’t want it?”
Her response was so candid that it took me aback. The promise of sire blood, even though it wasn’t Dru’s, was a temptation. In fact, the demon within was curious as to how it would taste. “Why?”
“I don’t need to explain myself to you!”
“I bloody well know that! Just askin' why.”
“I can see it in your eyes. I know you want to take it. But if …”
I held her arm firm before she decided to withdraw it. Blue eyes turned to yellow as her blood spilled forth onto my tongue. It was different to say the least but the feeling of familial blood was there. I pulled from her slowly, savoring the attention and the bond she was forming with me.
A low moan escaped her lips, almost inaudible if it were not for vampiric senses. And as another sigh passed her lips, her reasoning was laid bare. Women play such games and I was the bloke that seemed to fall right into them. But one could always changes the rules just a tiny bit. Holding her arm firmly, I alternated between lazily letting my tongue draw circles on her soft skin and pulling her flesh into my mouth sucking gently.
Her right hand curled into a fist as she filled her lungs with unnecessary air. "Spike ... " she said between gasps. Her chest was moving of their own free will now. She placed a hand on the nape of my neck urging me to stop but I held on tightly. She started this game and I just wanted to show her I wasn't going to be her pawn. "Spike ... " she said again almost breathlessly before she found her composure and pushed me away from her.
With a devilish grin, I licked the blood from my teeth and lips and raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Seems like I found m'self a little treat."
"You bloody offered!"
"You forget your place."
"No I 'aven't. I'm not as stupid as you might think. I know what you were planning. You bints are all alike. Get the blokes to turn on one another ..." But before I could say more her hand connected with my cheek. I replied with a smirk as I turned to face her. "I know why you did it. I know why you wanted my bite on you. Can't really blame you though, pet. But at least he cares. I may hate the bloody ponce but I know he cares about you."
"She loves you."
"I know but not as much as she loves him. I just ... It’s just … Bollocks! ... Tonight. ... I'm hungry. Aren't they up yet?!"
My hands curled into fists in frustration. If maybe I could just see Elizabeth today then maybe the night wouldn't be so bad. She always had a way of calming me down. Funny how a woman I haven't even talked to could have such an affect.
"Be patient for a while longer. And if they're not ready in an hour or two we'll go without them."
... the next night ...
"And so this is where dear William seeks refuge ... watching the window of a farmer’s daughter. " Angelus spoke from behind me.
I hated that he was here to interrupt my moment of serenity. Why was he here? Shouldn’t he be with my beloved Drusilla, taking her farther and farther away from me? He shall not take this one. She was mine. I found her first.
"Name's Spike and what the hell are you doing here?! What the lasses finally got some sense and noticed your big forehead, mate?"
"Watch your tongue, boy. I'm still your sire."
"And?" I said with a shrug.
"I should whip you right now for what you did last night."
I couldn't help but flash him a mischievous grin. "Saw that huh? Just taking care of what you couldn't."
He placed his hands on the lapels of my coat and slammed me against a tree. It was too bloody funny seeing him so worked up over a measly bite mark.
"You better wipe that smile off your face."
"Why don't you do it for me?"
He slammed me against the tree one more time before letting me go.
"I didn't come here to fight."
"So why are you bothering me? Just bugger off!"
"But it's more fun to figure out where it is you disappear to night after night."
"So now you know. Mind leaving now, mate?"
“So a farmer’s daughter. There's easier prey in the streets and alleyways ... nameless victims, orphaned riffraff.”
“They are all nameless Angelus. You taught me that. But no… not this one. Not to feed. Well not yet anyway.”
“I see my dear child is fascinated. I guess I can see some merit in it. Or perhaps you’re just curious to know if she would open up to you. As I’ve said before, the game can be as satisfying as the kill.”
“I would never… not to Dru.”
“Come now William. Stop lying to yourself. Are you not the least bit curious to know what she would feel like?”
I couldn’t deny it. Just at sunset I had thought of her. My bed was empty and I needed some release. I had imagined her with me. No, she was beneath me. Her blond hair was fanned out on the soft pillow and her body moved with me as I rocked us back and forth. Her eyes were closed in pleasure as I could imagine her gasping with every thrust as I buried myself deeper and deeper into her warmth. Just thinking of it now made me feel quite uncomfortable.
“There is nothing stopping you child so why do you hesitate? We are free to do as we please… free to take what we want. It is our nature.” he said with a smirk.
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