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All My Family by Spikeschilde
 
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Chapter 8




For the first time since becoming a vampire, Buffy took in how truly changed her world was.

She staggered under the sudden onslaught of power that slammed into her the moment she stepped over the threshold to the club. It prickled against her skin in an almost tangible force—there were too many opposing forces in such a confined space. She could feel the different energies pushing against one another, unable to mesh to form a greater force. It was so different to the feel of her family’s aura of power to which she had grown accustomed. Unlike the power she could feel warring in the air, the power of her family blended harmoniously, pulsed over her in rolling waves, coiled itself around her and swept invitingly across her skin until it blanketed her in a warmth that beckoned her to them.

Buffy shut her eyes to steady herself before slowly opening them again. She would never have even dreamt of stepping foot in a place like this prior to being turned—not merely for the fact that it was a feeding club, but because it was clearly supernatural. The club was filled to the brim with humans and vampires alike, yet there was nothing ‘human’ about the club, it was more than obvious that the vampires ran the show in this establishment.

She tried not to gawk as she scanned the room. Bodies were draped over couches languidly, clothing and hair pushed askew and lips bruised. Eyes were slow and glazed with passion and a thick satisfaction she had previously thought only to be found through sex. Tongues darted out tasting flesh. Mouths were latched on to necks and other various—in some cases obscene—body parts as people allowed vampires to siphon their blood out through small wounds.

She had never seen so much bared skin on so many unknown people. Buffy looked down at what she was wearing—she was over dressed compared to most of the females within sight—naked flesh seemed to be worn as an accessory to an outfit as much as matching shoes and bag could be. She had underwear that covered more skin than the clothes that some of these women were wearing

Her eyes zeroed in on a couple who were lounged across a black couch not ten feet from her—close enough for her to be able to clearly hear the purrs that were emanating from the vampires chest. Close enough to see the looks of ecstasy painted across their faces.

The woman’s head was flung back, here eyes sealed shut, her mouth parted and one hand was raised above her head gripping the back of the couch hard enough for her knuckles of turn white as she cooed in pleasure. Her skirt, which might have been nice under different circumstances, was bunched around her hips baring the long expanse of her leg and her black lace panties as her vampire companion lapped at the blood that was oozing sluggishly from a small wound on her inner thigh. His hands were pushed up under her skirt, rubbing the curve where her thigh joined with her buttocks. Her free hand was clutched tightly in his hair. The display made Buffy feel more than uncomfortable. She felt trapped between horror, disgust and a morbid fascination at what she was seeing—it was the latter that scared her the most. Despite that, however, she was helpless to do anything but watch. She felt as if she were intruding on something private. Heck, that sort of stuff should be done in private and not in the middle of club where people could get a free show.

She didn’t understand what the pull to getting bitten was. As she stared at the obscene coupling, Buffy’s mind shifted effortlessly back to how she had felt when Penn had bitten her. There had been nothing intimate or sexual about that bite as the scene before her suggested. The sting of Penn’s fangs had been painful, but it was the burning pain of her blood being unwillingly pulled out through the two tiny punctures in her neck that had hurt the most. There was nothing sexy about it. Of course the vampires drinking from these humans weren’t trying to kill them as Penn had been with her. Perhaps that was the difference. Where she had been an unwilling victim these people obviously weren’t. These people wanted it—it was the reason they came here night after night. Was it the pain they got off on? Or the rush of getting close such a mystical creature, one that could kill you quicker than you could shout for help?

“What’s on your mind, childe?” There was a hint of amusement in Angelus’ voice.

Buffy looked at him for a moment trying to figure out how to best put her thoughts into words. “I don’t understand. I’ve been bitten, I know what it feels like, how can these people enjoy that feeling?”

“They do more than enjoy it,” Darla said with a delicate smirk on her face “They get off on it”

As if on cue the woman from the couch let out a long keening wail of release. Buffy’s eyes swung to her without conscious thought. The woman’s face was flushed, her breathing heavy, a sated smile curling her lips. Buffy’s eyes slammed shut. That was too private a moment to for her to feel comfortable witnessing.

“I still don’t understand,” she said softly as she turned her eyes back to her sire.

“You’ve been bitten with violence, and it was no doubt painful, but there is more than one type of bite and more than one reason behind the act. Not all bites educe pain.” A wicked grin curled his lips as Angelus’ arm wrapped around his sire’s waist. Darla moulded herself into his side and grinned up at him.

Buffy frowned and tried to ignore the looks on their faces. “That’s why you brought me here? So I could see the difference?”

Angelus nodded, “Partly.”

“What’s the other reason?”

He didn’t answer her. Instead he smiled and began to lead them deeper into the club, his arm still firmly planted around his sire’s waist. Buffy frowned and fought the urge to look back at the couple on the couch. They were embarrassing, she didn’t wanted to look at them again, but somehow the more she made a conscious effort to ignore them the more her eyes seemed inclined to pull in that direction. She bowed her head and hurried past them.

Buffy startled violently when Spike’s hand touched the bare skin of her back that was exposed by her top.

“Feelin’ a bit skittish, kitten?” He asked with a smile. She could do little to prevent the answering one that graced her own lips.

She gave him a pointed look, “Me? Never.”

“If you say so,” he said with a grin

“Well, I do,” Buffy replied, her own grin spread widely across her face.

Spike laughed and let his fingers dance across her bare back, skimming the hemming of her top lightly before settling more firmly around her waist. His touch seemed to be almost subconscious; his eyes were focused on the club around him as he scanned the crowds. Buffy smiled and settled herself in closer to his side.

Spike looked down at her and smiled.

The dance floor of the club was crowded. Vampires and humans alike were writhing together in packs to the heavy beats that pulsed through the club like a physical force. Arms were flung around necks, heads thrown back, and lower bodies interlocked in a provocative dance as they let the music move their bodies.

Buffy could see the bite marks littering multiple necks. Some carried old scars that stood out white against tanned skin, others were fresh—she was hard pressed to find anyone with virgin skin, and it was likely that those who appeared to be free of bite marks held them in hidden places.

Buffy could feel her demon stirring beneath the surface of her skin. The metallic tang of blood was thick in the air, mingling appealingly with the smell of arousal with the barest hint of fear. God help her. The sights and smells of the club were having quite the effect on her demon. It was howling to be let loose so it could feed. Her demon’s arousal flooded her veins as her human side fought to hold on.

“Save me a dance for later, kitten?”

Buffy’s head swung around to look at Spike. His nostrils were flared and something dark shifted behind his eyes. She felt her demon coo in pleasure at being directed with such a heated look.

“Always,” her voice came out deeper than usual.

Spike growled and tugged her closer to him. He could smell her arousal filling the air around them and he inhaled deeply, drawing the scent into his dormant lungs.

Angelus looked over his shoulder at his childer as the sudden scent of arousal started to fill the air around their small group. He smiled and turned back to face the vampire who had scuttled out from behind the bar to greet them.

“We’d like a private room.” The sound of Angelus’ voice snapped Buffy back to the present. The small vampire bowed deeply before her sire before straightening up with his most professional smile plastered across his face.

Buffy felt her stomach tighten again as he led them towards a room separated from the club by a thick red curtain. He flashed another smile as he stopped in front of it and swept it back with a flourish, allowing their party to pass through. Buffy felt some measure of calm wash over her when she saw it contained only some modern looking couches—black as the others had been, against blood red walls—a glass table and a bottle of vodka set out in the middle of said table.

“Compliments of the manager, sir,” the smaller vampire said, bowing once more with a flourish. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

A small wicked grin crossed Angelus’ lips before he replied. “Send Riley in to see us.”

A small sparkle lit the smaller vampire’s eyes. “Certainly.”

Buffy allow herself to sink into one of the plush couches and let the tension in her limbs begin to ease. She could handle this—here they were hidden away from the rest of the world as they had been at the mansion. The pulsing beat of the music still seeped through the thick barrier of the curtain but it was muffled, as were the scents that had mingled in the air and taunted her demon. She could still feel it stirring beneath her skin, pushing to be allowed out, but here she had more control over it.

She heard the click of Spike’s lighter beside her as he lit up a cigarette and allowed the sweet, stale scent of his smoke to wash over her. He lent forward and threw the rest of the pack onto the table before picking up the vodka and pouring himself a shot.

“Want one, pet?” He asked, glancing at her over his shoulder.

Technically she was only nineteen and not of legal age to drink. She’d had alcoholic drinks before—beer with her friends and at parties, and wine or champagne at weddings and birthdays—but her tolerance of alcohol was non-existent at best. The last thing she wanted to do was get drunk and embarrass her family.

She started to say no when the curtain separating the room was pushed back and a tall man walked in. He was human—tall and broad shouldered like her sire—with sandy blonde hair, green eyes and the type of face that seemed too nice for a place like this. He seemed out of place, like he had wandered in off the street only to ask for directions and found himself in a whole different world.

“Riley, come in. I’d like you to meet Buffy.” Angelus’ large hand came down on one of the man’s shoulders in a manner that suggested that they had met before. The action drew her attention to the man’s neck—it was littered with old and healing scars.

A goofy smile spread across Riley’s face as he held his hand out to her. “It’s great to meet you, Buffy.”

Buffy smiled and accepted his hand. She could feel the pulse echoing through his hand and into her body. Her demon moaned in ecstasy.

Angelus’ smiled knowingly at her. “Buffy, I’d like you to meet Riley Finn. He’s a donor here at the club.”

A donor? She smiled at them like she understood and nodded gently. Spike smirked at her.

“He works here at the club, kitten. People pay him for his blood. I’m guessin’ that tonight he’s your dinner.”

Buffy’s eyes went wide with shock as her gaze flicked between her sire and the human standing before her. “My dinner?” She swallowed heavily and let her eyes settle on Angelus. “Sire, you know I…I can’t even drink it from a cup properly yet!”

Angelus smiled and clapped Riley on the back, motioning for him to take a seat beside his childe. Buffy scooted out of his reach.

“You need to learn to feed, childe. It is a basic and essential part of being a vampire and tonight you are going to learn with the help of Riley.”

Oh God. “Oh God!” Her eyes shot to Spike. “Pour me one.”

Spike smiled and handed her the shot he had poured. Buffy raised her arm and knocked it back in one go. She closed her eyes as she let it burn its way down her throat. She shuddered delicately as she felt it settle in her stomach. No good. She could still see straight.

Spike was smiling at her. “Good?”

Buffy nodded and held her arm out for another one. Dutch courage.

Spike refilled the small glass and she brought it to her mouth again and knocked back her second. A warm fuzzy feeling began to spread over her as she pushed the shot glass into Spike’s hands. Much better.

“I have to do this don’t I?” she asked with a slight whine in her voice. Angelus nodded. “How am I meant to do this?” she managed to get out through her rapidly clouding mind.

“Any way you’re comfortable with,” Angelus replied, sinking down beside his sire. Darla curled herself into his side with a smile. Dru had stretched herself out along the couch and had her head in Angelus’ lap; she was humming softly to herself but her eyes were fixed on Buffy.

I have an audience.

Buffy let her head swivel slowly to look at Riley as he stripped his jumper off and settled back into the couch. The alcohol was going to her head faster than expected. She took a deep shaky breath.

“I just bite him?” she asked tearing her eyes away from the mortal to look up at her sire again.

“Mmm, anywhere you’d like,” Darla purred. The tone of her voice made Buffy feel uncomfortable.

Buffy turned back to look at the man beside her. Bringing her hand up slowly, Buffy clutched the collar of his shirt and manoeuvred herself closer to him. Her demon had already slipped onto her face. Her other hand came to rest against his chest over his heart where she could feel his pulse vibrating though her body.

She pushed Riley into the back of the couch as she leaned over him. She was going to do it. She was really going to bite someone.

Buffy’s tongue darted out to run along the length of his neck. She could feel the blood rushing beneath the surface of his skin; the pounding of his pulse filled her mouth. She let out a small growl as her jaw widened around Riley’s neck. He gave a whimper of need as he waited for her bite. He wanted this. He really wanted this. This man came here regularly to give blood to keep her species alive. He was not her victim, and never would be. Her hesitation lasted only a second, Buffy let her teeth sink down into the column of his neck as she came to peace with the idea that this was something he wanted—something that they both wanted and she was in no way forcing something unwanted upon him as had been done to her by Penn.

She felt her teeth break through the unresisting skin as his rich blood bloomed into her mouth.



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AN: Sorry for the delay in updating this chapter, i'm going away for a little over a week in the first week of December and have been busy making preparations. The next chapter most likely won't be posted until i get back on the 10. Thank you so much to everyone who has been reviewing :D I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and thank you to Andrea for the speedy read through ;)
 
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