Trickster Ficlet
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lit_gal200 Celebration
Request: _sharvie_
Universe: Butterfly!Verse
Point of View: Spike
Word Count: 1221
Okay, this is NOT part of the main story. NOT NOT NOT!
This is Sharvie's request for my 200 celebration. She wanted Spike's thoughts from the Butterfly!verse, so this snippet is from the period of time between the two stories. During the whole Acaltha mess, Angelus' minions drag a human Xander back to the mansion for some revenge.
Rated TEEN (nothing explicit)
Spike watched some scabby minion pull the human into the room, and he found himself growling from the wheelchair. He knew the form even though when he had last seen the boy, the boy had been a vampire older than Angelus by several centuries. Now he was again a boy who smelled of humanity and fear.
"Angelus says to have some fun while he's out, and he'll be back for the human later." Scabby face said and then he retreated, practically running out of the room leaving the human standing in the middle of the room hugging his stomach.
"Fancy seeing you again," Spike said as he rolled forward. The boy's knees had dirt on them, and as he rolled closer he could smell Angelus all over his skin. The only answer was a shrug of shoulders. Spike found himself wanting to rip the human's throat out. After all, this human had taken the place of the vampire he'd called sire, the vampire he'd submitted to, the vampire whose protection he had accepted after fighting his way free of Angelus and Darla and even Dru who would cajole him but no longer even tried orders, not that she really tried anything these days as she nattered on about her precious daddy.
"Not so mouthy this time," Spike commented as he considered the boy.
"Not so fangy this time," the boy answered quickly. Spike refused to think of this man-child as Xander since Xander was the name of the vampire who'd brought out all his buried needs.
"So, no begging? No threats about the slayer comin' after me if I touch ya?"
"Would they work?" the boy asked, brown eyes darting up to look at him before dropping back to the ground.
"Not likely, mate. Angelus is passin' judgment on you." Spike watched as the boy shrugged again.
"Figures. Deadboy never did like me much even before the whole rape thing, although he actually seemed to like me more after the rape, which really is more than a little disturbing."
Spike rolled closer, and brown eyes flicked to him again before dropping.
"Figured to get more fight out of ya," Spike commented, maneuvering the wheelchair around to the boy's other side.
"If I thought it would work, I'd be all for fighting. I'd be doing the kung fu chicken if I thought I could get out of the whole torture and rape thing."
Spike had to give the human credit. Where someone else would be shaking in terror or begging the boy simply stood there commenting on his own very short future. "Thought you were big on the orders," Spike commented as he looked at the body that looked so much like that dark-eyed vampire he remembered, but the boy standing before him was a human. Spike could hear the heart beat madly.
"Oh, I'm still thinking lots and lots of orders, just don't really expect a vampire to take orders from a human," the boy admitted with a shrug. "Kinda doesn't work like that."
"How's it work then?" Spike asked, curious about just how much of the vampire mind still existed in this human body. Brown eyes flicked to him again.
"The strong take and the weak give in or die."
"So, you sayin' you're on the side of the weak?" Spike asked, and brown eyes now flared with anger as the back went stiff. Then the shoulders hunched again, and the lanky arms crossed over the boy's chest.
"I'd like to say 'no', but then there's the whole fact that you could snap me in half, and I couldn't stop you."
Spike could relate to the frustration he could hear in that voice. He lived with the knowledge that he was too weak to defend himself or his Dru from Angelus. He lay in bed paralyzed, or at least pretending to be, and listened to Dru's cries of pleasure and terror, and he couldn't do anything about it. He shifted in his chair, uncomfortable with where his thoughts were going.
"Not planning on breakin' ya."
"Better you than Psychoboy," Xander shrugged again, and Spike stopped moving in order to watch the boy's body language. It was too still for a normal human.
"So, ya figure Angelus is goin' to break ya." Spike watched the small shift of that still body.
"You know he will, but if you give me back without a mark, he's going to make you suffer too," the boy commented, with another glance, and Spike started, physically jerking back some at the unexpected comment.
"Ya really are round the twist," Spike commented. "That's not likely ta make me charitable."
"Not looking for charity," the boy looked up now, brown eyes searching him. "I know I won't get it, and I won't ask for it. But you don't want the world gone any more than I do. No more food overpopulating the planet, and the full demons won't exactly welcome your kind."
"You sound like you're offering something, pet," Spike said as he rolled closer, and he could see the boy bite his lip at the "pet" comment. If the boy still had the memories of the vampire he had been, he knew how a human pet served.
"Go to Buffy. Tell her about Acaltha," Xander asked quietly, his voice steady.
"And what'll I get in return?" Spike asked curiously. The eyes slid away again.
"You already have the right to take whatever you want from me. I know that as well as you do." The arms uncrossed and fell to the boy's sides. "Don't save the world for me, save the world because of all the things you'll lose if you don't," the boy looked at him, and Spike could see the coldness in the boy's eyes. He expected to die, and his last bid was for the rest of the world.
"I save the world, and Angelus'll be right put out with me," Spike pointed out.
"You have better ways to buy your way into your sire's favor," the boy answered as he stepped closer. Hands pulled up on the hem of the shirt as the boy stopped right in front of Spike's wheelchair. Spike checked the door for witnesses before he moved his legs, spreading them so the human could step closer, his chest now exposed as he dropped his hands back to this sides. "Besides, if someone's going to do this, I would rather you go there before Angelus," the boy said calmly.
Spike looked up as the boy started working at his pants, and he wondered whether, as a human, he would have faced his own death so willingly. When the minion came for the boy, maybe he would go find the Slayer. If Xander was going to die along with that git of a Watcher tied up in the other room, they might as well die saving the world they both seemed to love so much.
He lifted his hand and touched the exposed hip. No matter how much evidence he had that the boy wasn't the sire he'd submitted to, he still found himself surprised to find the warm, living flesh under his hand. Until the minion came, Spike would enjoy the body that now moved compliantly under his hands as he stood up and backed the boy to the bed.
Request: _sharvie_
Universe: Butterfly!Verse
Point of View: Spike
Word Count: 1221
Okay, this is NOT part of the main story. NOT NOT NOT!
This is Sharvie's request for my 200 celebration. She wanted Spike's thoughts from the Butterfly!verse, so this snippet is from the period of time between the two stories. During the whole Acaltha mess, Angelus' minions drag a human Xander back to the mansion for some revenge.
Rated TEEN (nothing explicit)
Spike watched some scabby minion pull the human into the room, and he found himself growling from the wheelchair. He knew the form even though when he had last seen the boy, the boy had been a vampire older than Angelus by several centuries. Now he was again a boy who smelled of humanity and fear.
"Angelus says to have some fun while he's out, and he'll be back for the human later." Scabby face said and then he retreated, practically running out of the room leaving the human standing in the middle of the room hugging his stomach.
"Fancy seeing you again," Spike said as he rolled forward. The boy's knees had dirt on them, and as he rolled closer he could smell Angelus all over his skin. The only answer was a shrug of shoulders. Spike found himself wanting to rip the human's throat out. After all, this human had taken the place of the vampire he'd called sire, the vampire he'd submitted to, the vampire whose protection he had accepted after fighting his way free of Angelus and Darla and even Dru who would cajole him but no longer even tried orders, not that she really tried anything these days as she nattered on about her precious daddy.
"Not so mouthy this time," Spike commented as he considered the boy.
"Not so fangy this time," the boy answered quickly. Spike refused to think of this man-child as Xander since Xander was the name of the vampire who'd brought out all his buried needs.
"So, no begging? No threats about the slayer comin' after me if I touch ya?"
"Would they work?" the boy asked, brown eyes darting up to look at him before dropping back to the ground.
"Not likely, mate. Angelus is passin' judgment on you." Spike watched as the boy shrugged again.
"Figures. Deadboy never did like me much even before the whole rape thing, although he actually seemed to like me more after the rape, which really is more than a little disturbing."
Spike rolled closer, and brown eyes flicked to him again before dropping.
"Figured to get more fight out of ya," Spike commented, maneuvering the wheelchair around to the boy's other side.
"If I thought it would work, I'd be all for fighting. I'd be doing the kung fu chicken if I thought I could get out of the whole torture and rape thing."
Spike had to give the human credit. Where someone else would be shaking in terror or begging the boy simply stood there commenting on his own very short future. "Thought you were big on the orders," Spike commented as he looked at the body that looked so much like that dark-eyed vampire he remembered, but the boy standing before him was a human. Spike could hear the heart beat madly.
"Oh, I'm still thinking lots and lots of orders, just don't really expect a vampire to take orders from a human," the boy admitted with a shrug. "Kinda doesn't work like that."
"How's it work then?" Spike asked, curious about just how much of the vampire mind still existed in this human body. Brown eyes flicked to him again.
"The strong take and the weak give in or die."
"So, you sayin' you're on the side of the weak?" Spike asked, and brown eyes now flared with anger as the back went stiff. Then the shoulders hunched again, and the lanky arms crossed over the boy's chest.
"I'd like to say 'no', but then there's the whole fact that you could snap me in half, and I couldn't stop you."
Spike could relate to the frustration he could hear in that voice. He lived with the knowledge that he was too weak to defend himself or his Dru from Angelus. He lay in bed paralyzed, or at least pretending to be, and listened to Dru's cries of pleasure and terror, and he couldn't do anything about it. He shifted in his chair, uncomfortable with where his thoughts were going.
"Not planning on breakin' ya."
"Better you than Psychoboy," Xander shrugged again, and Spike stopped moving in order to watch the boy's body language. It was too still for a normal human.
"So, ya figure Angelus is goin' to break ya." Spike watched the small shift of that still body.
"You know he will, but if you give me back without a mark, he's going to make you suffer too," the boy commented, with another glance, and Spike started, physically jerking back some at the unexpected comment.
"Ya really are round the twist," Spike commented. "That's not likely ta make me charitable."
"Not looking for charity," the boy looked up now, brown eyes searching him. "I know I won't get it, and I won't ask for it. But you don't want the world gone any more than I do. No more food overpopulating the planet, and the full demons won't exactly welcome your kind."
"You sound like you're offering something, pet," Spike said as he rolled closer, and he could see the boy bite his lip at the "pet" comment. If the boy still had the memories of the vampire he had been, he knew how a human pet served.
"Go to Buffy. Tell her about Acaltha," Xander asked quietly, his voice steady.
"And what'll I get in return?" Spike asked curiously. The eyes slid away again.
"You already have the right to take whatever you want from me. I know that as well as you do." The arms uncrossed and fell to the boy's sides. "Don't save the world for me, save the world because of all the things you'll lose if you don't," the boy looked at him, and Spike could see the coldness in the boy's eyes. He expected to die, and his last bid was for the rest of the world.
"I save the world, and Angelus'll be right put out with me," Spike pointed out.
"You have better ways to buy your way into your sire's favor," the boy answered as he stepped closer. Hands pulled up on the hem of the shirt as the boy stopped right in front of Spike's wheelchair. Spike checked the door for witnesses before he moved his legs, spreading them so the human could step closer, his chest now exposed as he dropped his hands back to this sides. "Besides, if someone's going to do this, I would rather you go there before Angelus," the boy said calmly.
Spike looked up as the boy started working at his pants, and he wondered whether, as a human, he would have faced his own death so willingly. When the minion came for the boy, maybe he would go find the Slayer. If Xander was going to die along with that git of a Watcher tied up in the other room, they might as well die saving the world they both seemed to love so much.
He lifted his hand and touched the exposed hip. No matter how much evidence he had that the boy wasn't the sire he'd submitted to, he still found himself surprised to find the warm, living flesh under his hand. Until the minion came, Spike would enjoy the body that now moved compliantly under his hands as he stood up and backed the boy to the bed.
