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Present Childe by Ariel Dawn
 
Petulant Grandchilde
 
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Disclaimer: Joss owns them all, I’m only having fun.

Author’s note: Merry Holidays! Once again thanks go to BTL for the beta job.
Thankst o Marzbar, Wulfie, Blubble_blunder and Space lord for the fab reviews!
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Chapter 8: Petulant Grandchilde

Buffy strode into the mansion, giving the minions a glare before walking to the room she shared with Spike. Most of the minions cowered before her, she was childer, the mate of Master Spike. She wasn’t their mistress, but they knew that she held power. Third in command if you liked. The one vamp in the room of minions that didn’t back down to her glare was a tall hulky brunette who kinda reminded her of Angel. He was Dru’s current fuck buddy. Damien, as he was calling himself (Buffy knew for a fact that he was actually called Edgar when he was alive) liked to think that he was up and coming in the hierarchy. Buffy knew better. Damien was as dumb as a post but from what Buffy’s ears told her early in the morning, he was a good fuck, for Dru at least.

Damien stepped in front of her, blocking her way up the stairs to her bedroom.

So don’t want to have to deal with him right now! Buffy thought to herself. As if a rant from Cordelia about how all her problems are my fault, now I’m gonna get an earful from the gigolo.

“What the hell is your problem?” she asked her hands on her hips.

“Drusilla is in a meeting with Spike, she said that they weren’t to be disturbed,” said the hulk of a vampire, his arms crossed and a gleeful smile passing over his face.

“Oh well, if Grandmummy said that they shouldn’t be disturbed...” said Buffy in her best flirty voice before gasping, as if a thought had suddenly occurred to her. “Oh wait, I’m a petulant grandchilde....Don’t care!” Buffy punched the idiot in the nose, and strode up the stairs, her backpack hanging loosely from one shoulder. She had a make up chemistry test to study for and her text book was upstairs.

She didn’t even look down to see the furious stare Damien was giving to the back of her head.
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Her bag made a clunk noise as it hit the bed. Her thermos of blood, now empty, had clunked against her stakes. Spike wasn’t in their room. This fact wasn’t surprising actually. She had told him that she was going out with Xander and Willow after school, that she wouldn’t be there when he woke up.

A meeting with Drusilla huh? she asked herself as she searched the room for her lost chemistry text. I wonder what they would be talking about?

Finding no chemistry text anywhere in the room, and knowing full well that she hadn’t left it anywhere else, she stalked out into the hallway, intent on finding Spike. Unfortunately, she bumped right into Damien.

“Look I don’t have time for minions who get in my way, Edgar,” she spat, using his real name in order to piss him off.

“You don’t want to get me angry little girl,” he taunted back.

“Oh no?” she asked all innocent like.

“Drusilla wouldn’t like it if I was in a bad mood.”

Buffy had to laugh at that. This minion, Drusilla’s fuck buddy, was telling her that he was more important to Drusilla than what? She could certainly name a few things/people that fit into that category, and not one was Damien.

“More so than if Miss Edith was in a bad mood?” she asked, her innocent look continuing.

“I think you should go back down stairs and feed with the rest of the minions, Baby,” he said, calling her by the name that Drusilla had been using for her.

So she punched him in the face again.

“You don’t get to call me Baby!” she spat at him, as he lay on the floor, clutching his probably broken jaw. “I’m Elizabeth to you, vermin.”

Buffy stepped over his body and continued on her way, knocking at Drusilla’s door. She waited for a response that didn’t come. Rolling her eyes, Buffy turned the handle and let herself in only to stumble upon the most shocking thing she had seen in quite a long time.

“Bloody Hell Goldilocks!” came Spike’s voice from his embarrassing position.

Buffy’s hand flew to her mouth, as she tried to stifle the eruption of giggles that were coming out of her mouth.

“This was the meeting? The meeting that I broke Damien’s jaw to crash?” she asked looking down at her Sire and her Grandsire.

Spike threw down his napkin and stood up from the miniature table and the elaborate tea that was being served to Drusilla, himself, and a plethora of dolls by a minion dressed as a French maid.

She’d interrupted a tea party.

“I’m sorry for barging in on you two,” she apologized with a smile as she fled the room.

She pushed Damien down on her way to her room, her mirth so great that she had to share the glee.

Spike caught her arm as she entered the room, his grip punishing. He was not happy about being caught in a very unmanly tea party with Drusilla.

“We’re going out,” he ordered, pulling her along, out the door of their bedroom and down the stairs.
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They walked in silence for a few minutes before Buffy ventured to ask what had been on her mind since she had returned to the mansion.

“You haven’t seen my Chemistry text book have you?”

Spike turned to look clearly annoyed.

“What? It’s a valid question. I have a test tomorrow. I need to study.”

Spike did not respond, rather he chose to completely ignore the comment. It was no secret that he didn’t want her going to school: she was a vampire, didn’t need it, but also the chances of her being staked or pushed into the sunlight was much greater when she was there.

It was someplace that he couldn’t go.

No one would believe he was a high school student.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

The dark streets of Sunnydale had been her home for years now, she knew every back alley, every warehouse that vamps liked to frequent. Nothing was new to her here.

“Feeling a might peckish, after all the tea and cakes Dru tried to tempt me with....thought I’d pick up something young.”

Buffy stopped walking.

“No.”

Spike turned around and glared at her.

“No?”

Buffy hugged herself against his glare and against the cold wind that blew through the street. She didn’t like this. He hadn’t taken her to feed since that first night in the Bronze. She wouldn’t do it again. She promised Willow.

“Willow...I promised Willow I wouldn’t...I won’t eat anyone Spike,” her words left her mouth and evaporated into the air. He didn’t respond at that moment, and she was afraid that she hadn’t actually said it. That she’d have to say it again.

Buffy watched his eyes closely, waiting for some sort of sign if he was going to start shouting at her. It looked as if he was having an internal battle within himself.

“Spike? Please say something. I know you are disappointed...”

“Disappointed?” he barked at her. “Disappointed? Bloody hell Buffy, I couldn’t be more traumatised by the fact that my Childe! won’t bloody kill! First because she didn’t feel like it, and now you’ve soddin’ promised Red! You know what? I’m sick of this.”

“I’m a bad vampire...” she muttered. “A bad Slayer, for falling in love with a vampire, and now I’m a bad vampire because I don’t want to kill my friends. I came back wrong. Drusilla was right,” she said mournfully. “I still have my soul don’t I?”

He could smell her tears, even though they had yet to fall. “Oh love, I didn’t mean it, I love you bloody soul or not.” Spike reached out to her, gathering his mate in his arms. “In the grand scheme, it doesn’t matter if you are a good vampire or not, just that I have you with me.”

He felt bad, probably the same feeling he’d been feeling since he turned her. His silent wish when he had been watching over her body after he turned her, that she would be the same girl he had fallen in love with, it had come true, and here he was complaining about it.

Buffy perked up for a moment. “Did you just apologise?” she asked.

“No, clarification is all,” he said but his eyes told a different story.

“Uh huh, ok then Mr. Clarification, what do we do now?”

“Don’t rightly know love,” he admitted with a sigh. He truly didn’t know what to do.

“Can I dust Damien?” she asked with a giggle. “I know that would make me feet better.”

“It’d give me a smile too love,” he said into her hair. “How about we do some B and E at the blood bank?”

“Ok, but then I so have to study for my test.”
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Chemistry by candlelight, was not romantic like she would have expected it to be. Spike was dealing with some minion business down stairs and letting her actually study. The room was in shambles. Their frantic fucking earlier in the evening had knocked over every piece of furniture in the room. The sun was going to rise soon, she had to get some sleep before her daily trek to school via the sewers. The school where she was getting the reputation for being goth girl, because she wore so much black nowadays. The school where her teachers had to be careful of her new allergy. The school where she avoided the library like the plague.

Buffy put her textbook into her bag and headed out of her bedroom door. She was feeling just a bit peckish and she knew that there was blood in the fridge. Bouncing down the stairs, because she had all of 2 hours of sleep tonight and was feeling just a little bit energetic, she stumbled upon an impromptu meeting in the foyer.

“Troy and Cora are dust,” said Damien, his eyes wide with fear, addressing Spike.

Buffy came to stand behind her lover wondering what the fuss was about. Minions dusting? Who cared?

“It was the Slayer,” continued Damien.

Ahh, she thought, big news in the land of the Aurelius clan.

“She’s everywhere, taking us out before we can feed, before we can recruit others, before we can claim our fledges,” continued Damien.

“That’s the Slayer’s job, you ponce,” said Spike forcefully.

Buffy smiled up at her mate. It was good to know that they still had the same opinion about Damien.

“What are you going to do about her?” asked Damien pointedly,

Spike and Buffy stared back at the minion, who didn’t know his place.

“Excuse me?” asked Spike, his ire rising.

“You’re the Slayer of Slayers! You’re suppose to take them out! You’ve killed three of them. Shouldn’t you be out there, killing this one? Protecting your family?”

Spike grabbed the idiot’s shirt and lifted him up off the ground. “You listen to me you buggering git, and you listen well. My family consists of myself, my mate and my Sire,” Spike spat. “You are not part of the family. You are a minion.” Spike tossed the vampire down on the ground and turned to Buffy who had the biggest smile on her face.

Spike wrapped his arms around her in a hug, only to take from her the stake which she was concealing in her waistband. Before Damien knew what was happening, he was dust, and Spike and Buffy were making out on the foyer floor.

The minions watching scattered, as Master Spike drew his mate closer to his body, spreading the dust of Damien further on the floor. None of them wanted the Master’s wrath.

Buffy didn’t care. Sure she had to get some sleep, she had a test that morning, but somehow, getting shagged into the cold marble floor of the foyer seemed like a really good idea just about now.

Their cool lips pressed against each other, her hands woven into his gelled back curls and his pulling open the button fly of her pants. Following suit, she unzipped him, and brought him out, precum dripping from the slit of his hard cock.

Spike gripped her pants and tore them violently from her body, smiling when he discovered her lack of panties on this occasion.

In one swift motion he impaled her on his thick cock, causing a loud gasp from the former Slayer. All around the room, minions tried desperately to avert their eyes, try to do something, anything else than look at the Master and his Mate coupling in the middle of the foyer.

Spike’s rhythm of thrusts, slow at first, had picked up in intensity, the sight of her pussy milking his shaft was pure sin and he loved it. Spike let his hand slide between them and began to stroke her clit feverishly, adding to the sounds that were issuing from her throat.

“Oh, fuck, Spike!” she gasped, her voice echoing off the walls. “Just like that, fuck, you’re so big, Spike, don’t ever stop fucking me!” she screamed as an orgasm took her.

Spike smiled big. His girl was always the ego booster and in front of the minions too. Buffy raised herself up on her arms, and looked into her lover’s eyes. I love you she mouthed, just before tilting her neck to reveal his marks.

Spike gripped her hips firmly and drove into her hot core once more, her legs splayed on either side of him. Quickly, he pulled her to him, their lower regions still intimately connected, and brought his fangs out to play.

Buffy smiled as she felt his teeth in her neck, in the same set of marks.

“Mine,” he barked roughly, loud enough for the whole room to hear. Buffy felt his cool spendings start to trickle down her leg.

“Yours,” she agreed, not as loud, but loud enough.

“Forever,” they both whispered.

With Buffy still impaled on his semi hard cock, Spike took off his duster and threw it around her shoulders, covering up her nakedness to some extent and carried her to their room.

Buffy had a feeling she wasn’t going to school today at all.
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tbc...




 
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