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FIC: RAIN (sequel to SUN) 2/4
It's done.
I finished writing the sequel to SUN!
If you haven't read it, this won't make sense to you, so go read SUN first.
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Season: BtVS 4 somewhere - no spoilers
Length: 4 parts, 3,600 words all together
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vampirellabites made meRAIN
Part 2
Third Person’s POV
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As noiselessly as Xander could manage he goes from the bathroom to the kitchen. After opening the fridge's door he stares in it, checking the sparse contents. First thing he notices is that Spike's blood supply is down to one bag. Cow's blood. Xander cringes at the memory. He had gone to the butcher like he always did nowadays and, for a change, he bought the slightly more expensive cow's blood, of which Spike spit half of the first bag in the sink, cussing. "Disgusting shite!"
Xander had been embarrassed, had maybe hoped for some friendlier insults in their bickering, so he had reacted with: "Was all they had, Fangless. Drink or die."
The youth closes the fridge. Will grab something somewhere, he thinks and knows he won't. He fills a glass with water and turns so he can watch Spike. He lifts and starts to sip the cool water, dragging the process out so he can stay a bit longer like this, so he can look at the blond a bit longer. And Spike is nothing like he thought Spike would be in his sleep.
He doesn't look younger or innocent or dead. He looks just like Spike, sleeping Spike. The hair is tousled and the lids are fluttering from the rapid movement of his eyes under them, the throat is working furiously as if Spike tries to swallow something but can't manage it. Xander feels his own throat close up in sympathy. The vamp starts fidgeting, nearly thrashing and groans as if… With a jolt Spike hands come up, protecting his head and his knees snap up to his chest, curling himself in, making himself as little as possible. Wide eyed Xander watches and feels anger bloom inside him for what the Initiative did to this… to Spike.
After that Spike calms down, slips into a dark but seemingly dreamless sleep. Xander's eyes jerk up to the clock and, damn, he's gonna be late if he doesn't get going now, so he turns around to put the glass in the sink and takes the pen and post-its block lurking there. He makes as if to write and stops after "Hey", flings the pad away and stalks out of the house, no look back. Silly, he thinks of himself and then presses the button to "work" in his mind, actively barring away all non-work related thoughts for the next eight or ten hours on the site. He really likes this job and he doesn't want to lose it.
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Spike wakes up in the late afternoon to the unfamiliar but familiar sound of rain rushing down to the ground in a steady stream. He's alone. Good. Good, yes, and the boy's still at work. Shower. Yes, shower will be good.
He stands up and stretches the clumsy muscles, feeling sore from the sleep in the uncomfortable chair. Images of the bed, sharing it with Xander, cuddling into the whelp's warmth and just drowning there, real rest. Safe.
He shakes his head to clear them away, doesn't quite succeed but can concentrate on the task at hand. The water flowing down his body is hot, warming his shell, warming skin and bones and muscles back into sleekness but on the inside he still feels cold. Assaulted by memories of honest caring eyes and gentle fingers he wants to scream, wants them to stop. He regrets that he let go, regrets that he opened himself up for another person just to have a taste and then… nothing anymore.
He gets the last bag of cow's blood out of the fridge and thanks who ever looks out for vampires that it is the last bag and he’ll hopefully get pig again next load. They're both disgusting but cow's blood is just more… disgusting. He snorts to himself. Look how far I have fallen… preferring pig to cow when I should be out there drinking human from the source.
The bag is drained quickly without heating it in the microwave because the smell is even worse than the taste. One fucking bag, Spike frowns, this will not get him through the night. Not even if he didn't have to fight off bloody fledges who think they can take down a master or without the Scoobies' usual patrol. He is so weak and hungry.
Giles is a sadistic bastard. The kids may not know, may not even think about it when not hinted to but Giles… Ex-Watcher Giles, must know how much blood he needed plus or minus a pint or two. Watcher must know that a vamp can suck dry up to four humans a night, and god it was so good to feel completely filled with warm blood, fresh and energizing…
Doesn't need to be human all the time, just has to be enough at least. Giles could do the math and figure it out, could figure out that he should have at least six bags of pig's every day – not one or two – so he wouldn't starve to final death.
I think I should post the last two parts too, it's kinda cruel to drag it out like this.
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I think that's a very good Idea.
*g*
Very good idea!
Pleeaase!!!
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:)
And yeah, i always wondered about the amount of food they 'alloted' on the show.
Not enough, for sure.
*eeeevol*
*bounce*
Love it!
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Me too! He's a supernatural being, dammit, it must take quite an input to keep that body all buff and animate. And always pig/cow and not human? Giles knew exactly what he was doing.
I could wait for the last two chapters of this but I don't wanna, so post! *g*
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Damn Watchers!!
Evol!Giles!!!
Grrrrrrr.
:)
Actually i have this nasty little revenge fic that's incubating in my head and that hunger...is a part of it.
MUwah.
Posting yet??
:)
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