City of Night 4/? (Prompt: Inertia)
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tamingthemuseTitle: City of Night 4/?
Fandom: BtVS/Ats
Prompt: Inertia
Warnings: Non-con (only briefly described)
Rating: Adults Only
Summary: This is about the period after Dru dumps Spike the second time, and what happens between the dumping and him arriving in Sunnydale with Harmony. I’ve alluded in several other fics about this period, and always meant to get around to writing it. In this chapter, Spike starts his stalking of Lindsey.
Previous parts here.
Spike lay in bed. Sheer inertia, and the remaining aches from the night before, might keep him here, he thought idly. But hunger was pressing at him, and he had to rise and feed. Rack had drained him, somehow. Taken energy from him. Fed. His hands gripped into fists as he thought of it.
It was more of a violation to him than the sex. He was used to casual sex, with strangers, and his early years with Angelus had broken him of any illusions of privacy, modesty, or even ownership of his body in that sense. But the feeding… He shivered. None but family had ever fed on him. It was intimate, sacred. And Rack was obviously too powerful for Spike to take the revenge he thirsted for.
The anger was enough to rouse him from the bed. He pushed up with a groan, his body protesting the movement. He stumbled off to the bathroom, to shower, and to pull himself together for the hunt.
He pulled on his clothing, noticing that there was no shirt. He remembered Rack ripping it the night before, and cursed. He’d have to get another from the DeSoto. He took a quick look around the apartment. It was rudimentary, furnished in cheap tacky furniture. The only decent piece was the bed. Well, it was just a place to stay. He grabbed the duster, sliding it on, and belting it closed, heading for his car,
He didn’t trust himself with violence tonight. He’d probably kill whomever he took on tonight. Usually that didn’t bother him, but he didn’t know the players here in L.A. Some master vampires took intrusion on their perceived territory seriously. So it was seduction. He drove to a likely club. His mind wasn’t on it. Fortunately the giggling, half-drunk club girls didn’t require much focus. Before long he had one in a dark backroom, pressed against the wall, kissing her, fogging her mind, gameface emerging and fangs slicing into her throat. Her hot, lust-laden blood. He had to make himself stop, to let her go before he’d killed. But there was another, and another. Til he was humming with stolen life.
Time for him to start his little game. He cruised in the DeSoto to the home address given for Lindsey’s home. Pulling the duster tight around him, he stepped onto the lawn, senses out. There, he thought. That’s the window. He moved over closer. The light was on, the blinds open. Lindsey was inside, in his boxers, sitting up in bed. He had his guitar, strumming lightly, obviously trying to figure out a song. He’d stop every so often, scribbling notes onto paper, then start strumming again.
Spike was fascinated. Lawyer by day, songwriter and singer by night. That, and he had a good view of most of Lindsey’s compact, muscular body. Sitting alone like that, Lindsey’s face was softened, relaxed, almost boyish. Spike’s eyes fixed on Lindsey’s soft, full lips. He intended to be tasting them soon enough.
Finally, Lindsey put aside the guitar. He carefully placed it into the case, closing it and snapping it shut. He got up to shut off the lights, and then back to the bed. Spike smiled. Time to make a little opening move. He walked down to the corner to a convenience store, and fed some coins into a payphone. He dialed Lindsey’s home number. His unlisted, private one.
It rang and then Lindsey picked it up. “Yes?”
“Hello, sexy lawyer-boy. I liked the song you were writing. Sounds promising.”
“Who *is* this?” Lindsey snapped. “Wait…Spike, right? How did you get this number?”
Spike chuckled. “I’m full of surprises.”
“Apparently so.” Lindsey’s voice was tight. “You were watching me?”
“Yes. You left rather abruptly the other night. We never finished our conversation.”
“I’m pretty sure we did. I don’t date vampires.”
Spike’s voice went smooth and silky. “Who’s talking about a date?”
Lindsey shivered audibly. “Damn, how do you do that with just your voice?”
Spike chuckled. “Practice. Try me, lawyer-boy. You won’t regret it. I’m *very* good at what I do. You have access to all those fancy records. Check me out, you’ll see.”
Lindsey groaned. “I did. You have a reputation. And quite a file, William the Bloody.”
“So you did think about me after I left. Good to know.”
“Yes.” Lindsey let out a slow, noisy breath. “Got me curious, anyway.”
“So, lawyer-boy, you going to give me a chance? Or do I have to stalk you some more?”
There was another sigh. “Okay. You can meet me at Caritas tomorrow. We’ll… we’ll talk.”
Spike almost purred at Lindsey’s rather easy capitulation. He would have the lawyer soon enough, he could tell. “It’s a date.”
“Spike! It’s not a date. Just a conversation.”
“Whatever you say, Lindsey. See you tomorrow then.” Spike hung up the phone, walking back to his DeSoto with a wicked grin on his face.
Lindsey stared at the phone in his hand for a minute before setting it back into the cradle. He must be crazy, agreeing to see Spike again. Curiosity, he supposed. That, and he was fairly certain Spike wouldn’t give up til he gave in. That’s one thing the file had made clear. Spike was relentless once he set his mind on something. Or someone.
Fandom: BtVS/Ats
Prompt: Inertia
Warnings: Non-con (only briefly described)
Rating: Adults Only
Summary: This is about the period after Dru dumps Spike the second time, and what happens between the dumping and him arriving in Sunnydale with Harmony. I’ve alluded in several other fics about this period, and always meant to get around to writing it. In this chapter, Spike starts his stalking of Lindsey.
Previous parts here.
Spike lay in bed. Sheer inertia, and the remaining aches from the night before, might keep him here, he thought idly. But hunger was pressing at him, and he had to rise and feed. Rack had drained him, somehow. Taken energy from him. Fed. His hands gripped into fists as he thought of it.
It was more of a violation to him than the sex. He was used to casual sex, with strangers, and his early years with Angelus had broken him of any illusions of privacy, modesty, or even ownership of his body in that sense. But the feeding… He shivered. None but family had ever fed on him. It was intimate, sacred. And Rack was obviously too powerful for Spike to take the revenge he thirsted for.
The anger was enough to rouse him from the bed. He pushed up with a groan, his body protesting the movement. He stumbled off to the bathroom, to shower, and to pull himself together for the hunt.
He pulled on his clothing, noticing that there was no shirt. He remembered Rack ripping it the night before, and cursed. He’d have to get another from the DeSoto. He took a quick look around the apartment. It was rudimentary, furnished in cheap tacky furniture. The only decent piece was the bed. Well, it was just a place to stay. He grabbed the duster, sliding it on, and belting it closed, heading for his car,
He didn’t trust himself with violence tonight. He’d probably kill whomever he took on tonight. Usually that didn’t bother him, but he didn’t know the players here in L.A. Some master vampires took intrusion on their perceived territory seriously. So it was seduction. He drove to a likely club. His mind wasn’t on it. Fortunately the giggling, half-drunk club girls didn’t require much focus. Before long he had one in a dark backroom, pressed against the wall, kissing her, fogging her mind, gameface emerging and fangs slicing into her throat. Her hot, lust-laden blood. He had to make himself stop, to let her go before he’d killed. But there was another, and another. Til he was humming with stolen life.
Time for him to start his little game. He cruised in the DeSoto to the home address given for Lindsey’s home. Pulling the duster tight around him, he stepped onto the lawn, senses out. There, he thought. That’s the window. He moved over closer. The light was on, the blinds open. Lindsey was inside, in his boxers, sitting up in bed. He had his guitar, strumming lightly, obviously trying to figure out a song. He’d stop every so often, scribbling notes onto paper, then start strumming again.
Spike was fascinated. Lawyer by day, songwriter and singer by night. That, and he had a good view of most of Lindsey’s compact, muscular body. Sitting alone like that, Lindsey’s face was softened, relaxed, almost boyish. Spike’s eyes fixed on Lindsey’s soft, full lips. He intended to be tasting them soon enough.
Finally, Lindsey put aside the guitar. He carefully placed it into the case, closing it and snapping it shut. He got up to shut off the lights, and then back to the bed. Spike smiled. Time to make a little opening move. He walked down to the corner to a convenience store, and fed some coins into a payphone. He dialed Lindsey’s home number. His unlisted, private one.
It rang and then Lindsey picked it up. “Yes?”
“Hello, sexy lawyer-boy. I liked the song you were writing. Sounds promising.”
“Who *is* this?” Lindsey snapped. “Wait…Spike, right? How did you get this number?”
Spike chuckled. “I’m full of surprises.”
“Apparently so.” Lindsey’s voice was tight. “You were watching me?”
“Yes. You left rather abruptly the other night. We never finished our conversation.”
“I’m pretty sure we did. I don’t date vampires.”
Spike’s voice went smooth and silky. “Who’s talking about a date?”
Lindsey shivered audibly. “Damn, how do you do that with just your voice?”
Spike chuckled. “Practice. Try me, lawyer-boy. You won’t regret it. I’m *very* good at what I do. You have access to all those fancy records. Check me out, you’ll see.”
Lindsey groaned. “I did. You have a reputation. And quite a file, William the Bloody.”
“So you did think about me after I left. Good to know.”
“Yes.” Lindsey let out a slow, noisy breath. “Got me curious, anyway.”
“So, lawyer-boy, you going to give me a chance? Or do I have to stalk you some more?”
There was another sigh. “Okay. You can meet me at Caritas tomorrow. We’ll… we’ll talk.”
Spike almost purred at Lindsey’s rather easy capitulation. He would have the lawyer soon enough, he could tell. “It’s a date.”
“Spike! It’s not a date. Just a conversation.”
“Whatever you say, Lindsey. See you tomorrow then.” Spike hung up the phone, walking back to his DeSoto with a wicked grin on his face.
Lindsey stared at the phone in his hand for a minute before setting it back into the cradle. He must be crazy, agreeing to see Spike again. Curiosity, he supposed. That, and he was fairly certain Spike wouldn’t give up til he gave in. That’s one thing the file had made clear. Spike was relentless once he set his mind on something. Or someone.
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Date: 2007-04-29 12:08 pm (UTC)Nice to watch his technique with Lindsey too. And that last line was very well placed... I'm thinking W&H has some of the same books as Giles. *g* I'll look forward to more of this.
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Date: 2007-04-29 12:51 pm (UTC)I see entirely too much 'stupid Spike' in fics. People forget he was a cultured, supposedly educated man as a human, and that as Spike he found the Gem of Amarra which vamps had searched for a thousand years, and successfully reassembled the Judge. He made properly obedient noises to the Annointed One at first, too, til he was ready to take him out.
Okay, I'll climb off my soapbox. As my icon shows, I'm a little Spike and JM-obsessed.
Thanks for the feedback, hope you enjoy more chapters to come.