Chapter 1 of 1
"If you didn't know how to drive a carriage, why on earth did you take the reins?" Darla yelled over the sound of the crashing waves, her voice bristling with anger.
"Someone had to drive the carriage. Surely you weren't going to. . . " Spike stumbled a moment, still unsure how he was expected to address Darla, "Madam."
"I am more than capable of driving a carriage," Darla said exasperated, "And I have certainly never driven one off of a cliff."
As if to emphasize her point, she dug her fingers deeper into the stone of the cliff-face, causing small rocks to break away and fall into the sea below.
Spike didn't know how to respond to that, partly because he was busy trying to secure his own position on the ledge, but partly because he was at a complete loss when it came to Darla. He had heard her name mentioned the night Drusilla first brought him home to meet Angelus, but after that there had been no mention of her.
And then four nights ago the small blond had walked back into the house they were staying in and turned everything upside down.
Darla barely made it three steps inside before Angelus appeared, trying very hard to look stern and angry.
"What happened? Did the old bat get tired of you?" he asked.
But she simply stepped in close to Angelus and cupped his cheek. "He isn't you," she whispered and Angelus' angry demeanor melted away.
The next moment he had Darla pinned against the wall as he captured her in a lusty kiss that seemed to go on forever. When he finally released her lips she looked over her shoulder and saw Spike for the first time.
"Who's that?" she asked.
Angelus turned, looked at Spike and shrugged, "That's William, Dru's new toy. But never mind him."
As if to emphasize his point, he swept her up into his arms, and carried her upstairs to his room.
That was the last time since she'd arrived home that anyone had noticed him. Everything was suddenly about Darla. About making her feel at home and welcoming her back, and Angelus had turned into the biggest show off in the world.
Sure Spike had been impressed at the cruel sense of humor that Angelus had displayed at that wedding they'd crashed the week before Darla came home. But they way Angelus retold the story to Darla, you wouldn't have even known that Spike was there. So maybe that's why when Darla had finally noticed him, he'd gone a little overboard.
Darla was putting on her gloves as she came down the stairs when she stopped, looked Spike over from head to toe, and said, "Well, I suppose you are family now and I must figure out what to do with you. You shall escort me tonight. But not," she added sternly, "dressed like that."
Before he could argue, Angelus swept in to and took over, making sure that Spike did look presentable enough to step out with Darla. Spike's first instinct was to fight back against Angelus' attempts to clean him up, but then he realized that he was in for a fight that night no matter what. However casual Angelus' attitude had been in front of Darla, once they were alone it became quite clear that Angelus didn't think Spike had the right to be in the same room as Darla, much less spend an evening with her.
Spike hadn't need Angelus' growled threats to know that once he came home that night he'd be in a great deal of trouble no matter what happened. So yeah, stirring up the town into an angry mob had seemed like a good idea at the time. A good way to get into a fight, and show Darla just what he was made of, that he wasn't just Dru's new toy.
Looking back on it now, and considering what Angelus was going to do it him when he found out, being stuck on a ledge didn't seem like such a bad thing.
"So what do we do now?" Spike asked before it occurred to him that he was the man and should take charge.
"Now, I decide whether I'll find it more amusing to wait another couple of hours until the sun comes up and watch you burn, or whether I'd rather spend my last couple hours alone after having pushed you off this ledge.
"Really, William-"
"It's Spike," he interrupted, but she gave him such an evil look that he shrunk back a little.
"William," she repeated, "what were you thinking? Not only did you lose control of the horses and send us over the edge of a cliff, but we wouldn't even have had to run from half the town if you'd just been a bit more discreet."
Spike snorted, "It was more than half the town. And come on, did you even know you could kill a man with an apple? The way it exploded was bloody brilliant." For just a moment he felt a surge of guilt for using such language in front of a fine lady like Darla. Then he remembered he was a vampire now, so he didn't have to observe social niceties and that despite her appearance Darla wasn't a true lady.
Darla simply sighed, and turned away from him to study the cliff-face, searching for a place where they could scale it and reach the top.
Annoyed by her attempt to ignore him, Spike decided he was going to find a way out of this. Golden eyes scanned the rock, searching for some place they could climb up, or even a way they could climb down. But down didn't seem to be an option. Far below them he could just make out the splintered wood that had been their carriage being washed out to sea by the tide, and the dark bodies of the horses broken on the rocks below.
Then he saw it. A place where the shadows were deeper. He carefully began to move a little ways away from Darla so that he could get a better look.
"Here," he said excitedly. "There's a cave, I'm sure of it."
Without thinking he moved, jumping up to grab an outcropping. His toes found just enough purchase to allow him to leap again, this time his fingers found the bottom of the cave mouth, and a moment later he'd pulled himself inside. It took Darla a bit longer to make it to the cave, she did after all have the inconvenience of her skirts to contend with, but soon he was pulling her into the relative safety of the cave.
She stood up and viewed her torn gloves with dismay before sighing and discarding them. Then she moved to the back of the cave, dusting herself off as she went; her golden eyes peered into every crevice and shadow.
"This won't do at all," she proclaimed.
"Is that right?" Spike asked sarcastically. "Does the view not please her ladyship?"
"No, it does not," she replied disdainfully. "And it will please me even less at midday when the sunlight floods this crack you found." Her forehead smoothed as her features returned to normal.
As much as he wanted snap back at her, he realized she was right. The cave wasn't deep enough to conceal them in the shadows for the entire day. He shrugged off his jacket and turned towards the entrance, holding it up to see if he could cover enough to block out the sun's deadly rays, but it wasn't nearly big enough.
"Try this," Darla said behind him as he was hit from behind by a great amount of fabric.
His arms automatically tried to catch the fabric, although he couldn't figure out where such a large amount had come from, until he turned around and saw Darla standing there in her petticoats. His mind barely had time to register the fact that he was holding her skirt before it stopped working completely as her fingers rose to her neck and began to undo the long line of buttons that rand down her blouse to her waist.
His eyes followed those fingers as first her throat, then the swell of her breasts, and finally the white of her corset were exposed to his view. As she removed the blouse completely he was struck by how she seemed to glow in the darkness. She was a vision, unearthly in the moonlight, a nymph not meant for mortal eyes. But then his eyes weren't mortal anymore.
She was speaking to him, as she moved forward, but he wasn't aware of what she was saying until she roughly pulled the fabric of the skirt out of his hands and rearranged it, before thrusting it back into his grip.
"Like this," she said. Then she knelt down in front of him and began to pull pins out of her hair.
Slowly his brain began to work again, and he realized that she was pinning her blouse over the hole in the skirt intended for her waist.
"That should do it," she said absently before moving to the mouth of the cave and studying the entrance. "Now, let's see. . . " her voice trailed off as she continued to think.
Spike knew he should be helping her, that he should be doing something other than stare at her, but he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her. Although he had seen Dru is such a state on a few occasions, Angelus had always been there having his way with Dru, which spoiled the whole thing.
And that's when it suddenly occurred to him that he was here, in a cave, alone with Angelus' woman. He thought back on Angelus' warning when they had left for the evening, and he knew just how much it would anger his grand-sire if Spike took Darla. He knew it would result in a beating that he might not survive, but it would be worth it to get back at Angelus for taking Dru from him. The only problem was he wasn't entirely sure how to go about taking any woman, especially Darla, even if she had been so kind as to undress herself.
"Lift me up," Darla ordered him.
He did as she said, at first because he realized that they needed to do something about the approaching sunrise, but then because he quickly realized that when he held her up so that she could reach the top of the entrance her breasts were perfectly level with his eyes.
So he was only vaguely aware of what she was doing, as she chiseled out a slit to slip her skirt into with nothing but raw strength and her fingers before she jammed broken off bits of stone in the crack to hold the fabric in place. All he was aware of was the flakes of stone that settled on her pale skin, as he fought the urge to lick them off. Mostly it was the thought that the stone wouldn't taste good that stopped him. Still, he couldn't help but dream about what it would be like to press his face against the smooth skin of her breasts. His trousers were getting tighter and tighter as his mind drifted in more and more wicked directions.
"There!" Darla announced proudly as he put her down and she surveyed her work.
Spike realized that now was his chance to make some sort of advance on Darla, but he found himself as unsure as he had ever been when he was human.
Since his turning Spike had found most of his problems with women had vanished. They were drawn to him in a way they had never been before, and he was all to eager to bring them death in his arms.
But Darla was different. She wasn't some weak, willing victim. She knew things he had only dreamed of, and now she was looking at him with an amused look, as if she could see right through him.
"Now then, William," she said with a smile that promised mischief. "Since it's all your fault that I'm trapped here for the night, what are you going to do to keep me entertained?"
"Um, I, that is. . . " Spike had a sudden awful image of trying to recite some of his poetry to Darla.
Darla laughed at his discomfort and pulled him to the back of the cave. She leaned against the cave wall and forced him to his knees in front of her.
"Now, why don't you show me how well Dru has taught you?"
He looked up at her, hoping for some clue as to what she expected.
She only shook her head. "It seems we must start from the beginning."
Then she lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder, lifting her petty-coats to expose herself to him.
"Now kiss me, dear William," she ordered softly.
"Spike," he corrected her, but only as an afterthought. He was too caught up in the sight and scent of her to argue.
She laughed, a gentle teasing laugh. "You haven't earned that name yet. But if you're good I'll give you the chance."
He barely heard her. Instead he leaned forward to brush her delicate pink folds with his lips.
He was instantly overwhelmed. The scent of desire emanating from her made his head spin, and the small taste of her made his mouth water for more.
His tongue moved of its own accord, licking her folds, indulging in her taste. Needing more of her, he pressed his tongue inside her, reveling in her sweet juices.
Her hand tangled in his hair, as she began move against him and let out soft moans. Her response was even more intoxicating than her taste and he began to explore her, testing for which movements of his tongue would elicit the loudest response from her.
It was just as Darla began to really moan and he was starting to get a hang of it, that she pulled his head away. He snarled at her, but she only laughed, or tried to, it came out as more of a gasp.
"Don't worry my dear boy, I'll let you get seconds. But right now I want your fingers inside of me."
It was only because that was so interesting proposition that he acquiesced.
He looked up into her green eyes, as he slid two of his fingers inside her. They both gasped. His other hand descended automatically to his trousers as he reached for his aching cock. All he could think about was what pure bliss it would be to have his cock buried in her the way his fingers were now.
Darla, who was still watching him lust darkened eyes, tisked at him. "None of that yet. You're doing so well that-Ah!" Her eyes closed for a moment while she regained what little composure she had. "I promise to take care of you, but you're not done with me yet. Now," she ordered, "take that free hand of yours and part aside the skin just below my hair."
It was only curiosity at what other mysteries she had for him that gave him the will to move his hand from his eager cock, but he managed to do so and to follow her instructions.
"Now," she continued between gasps, "you should see-" Her words were cut off by a loud moan, as he took the initiative and ran his tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves he had found.
Encouraged by her response he began his experiments anew. Sucking on the delicate nub before flicking his tongue across it's surface. Each new action brought more impassioned screams from Darla, and her screams roused his demon.
Suddenly Spike found himself battleing himself. The demon roared inside him eager to play, but he was afraid that if he let it out and let his fangs descend he would harm her. Hoping to sate the demon at least a little, he gently bit the pink nub with his human teeth.
Darla's response was immediate and violent. She let out a scream as her body thrashed with pleasure. Her inner muscles squeezed his fingers as her nails dug into the back of his scalp.
Finally her hand fell away from his head and her leg dropped off his shoulder, as the last spasms of her climax passed.
He looked up at her face, watching as she tried to compose herself. It was a mistake. She was far more beautiful, he thought, in her disheveled state than he had ever seen her.
He looked back up at Darla, her eyes were half closed and her hair fell across her face. She looked drained, weak, and utterly irresistible.
He rose to his feet and pinned her shoulders against the cave wall. Before she could respond he captured her lips in a kiss. She draped her arms around his shoulders and responded in kind as he plundered her mouth. His hand fell to his cock, while his other hand was lifting her petticoats. It only took him a moment to find her entrance and push his way inside of her.
She broke off the kiss with a moan, as her back arched and her legs lifted to wrap about his waist. Spike wasn't really aware of it. His whole world was the tight wet channel that expanded to let him in. It felt so good being inside her, he thought it might kill him all over again, and he wondered what he'd be reborn as this time. He started to move in and out of her when her legs tightened around his waist and suddenly she had him in vise grip, holding him still.
"Tsk-tsk," Darla scolded him as he struggled against her. "Didn't I tell you I'd take care of you? You really should have waited, it would have been much better than this."
Her words made no sense to him. Nothing could be better than this, and nothing could be worse either. He felt like his cock was going to explode. He couldn't bear being inside of her and not moving, and he was afraid that she could keep this up longer than he could.
"What do you want?" he managed to gasp out. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her at that moment if she would just release him.
She smiled, "Good boy. Now, take it slowly. I shall be very cross if you finish before me."
She loosened her grip on him, and he began to move slowly. It was hard to do. His natural instinct was to pound into her, and he now knew it wouldn't hurt her. He was just now starting to appreciate how powerful Darla was. Still he managed to hold on to a thread of control.
"Rise up a little. . . yes that's it," she moaned in encouragement to him.
Despite Darla's admonition to go slowly she was soon urging him on and quickening their pace. His control was breaking and he knew that any moment he was going to lose this race with Darla.
Knowing he had only her anger to look forward to, he decided to satisfy the demon as well as the man. He let go of the leash he'd kept the demon on, letting his fangs descend as his mouth found her neck.
The splash of blood that hit his tongue was unlike anything he'd ever tasted. She was deep and rich, like perfectly aged wine. She was Drusilla and Angelus, and so much more. For the first time Spike realized that this woman who had seemed to disrupt his new life was in fact the piece that had been missing.
He moaned against her throat she began to thrash, her tight channel milking his cock, and his mind going blank as pleasure wracked his body. He was only vaguely aware of the tiny fangs that pierced his own neck as Darla shared his blood as well.
Long after both their bodies stilled and her legs fell away from his waist, they stood there, pressed against each other and sharing in the simple joy of nursing the stolen life from each other.
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Angelus' strong familiar hand wrapped around her arm as he pulled her up over the cliffs edge. His fingers dug painfully into her skin, and Darla could practically feel his anger humming through his body.
A moment later she was enveloped in a hug, as her childe reassured himself that she was fine. The hug, however, was accompanied by a growl. Although he must have smelled it before, the scent of sex and William had to be overpowering now that his face was buried in her neck.
Next to them, Drusilla was kneeling at the edge of the cliff and looking over as William climbed up the rope they had brought.
She giggled maniacally, "My William's been a bad boy."
"I'll kill him," Angelus said unnecessarily as if the tension in his body, and the brilliant gold of his eyes didn't give away his intentions.
"Oh, darling, can't that wait," Darla implored. "I've had the most awful of nights, nothing at all to eat, and you have no idea how often I had to fuck him for only the slightest bit of satisfaction." It wasn't true of course, William's eagerness to please had more than made up for his lack of experience, and he was a quick study. But Angelus would hear what he wanted, not what was obviously true. "Can't we get something nice and young for me to eat, and then I need to be properly seen to. The way only you can." She intimately whispered that last part in his ears, even though she knew both Dru and William would be able to hear.
She could almost hear William's heart breaking behind her. She had seen it in his eyes last night, absolute devotion and worship. But it was fresh and new, and she was sure it could be easily destroyed. She'd seen it before, Angelus had looked at her like that when he had been young, but Angelus would never ask any more of her than her body. William would demand her heart, and there was something about him that told her that he might just be able to steal it. That was something she couldn't allow to happen.
It was better this way, really. Angelus would whisk her off for a quick massacre, after which he would fuck her senseless. By the time he was done, he'd be too worn out to give William more than a cursory beating. Not that William would see it that way, but that was the point. If he thought she was heartless and didn't care, he would be less likely to pursue her, and she would be in less danger of falling for the newest member of the family.
Things were good the way they were, and she didn't want to upset them. Angelus was all she needed. He was safe, demanding nothing of her that she wasn't more than willing to give, and leaving her free to pursue whatever facies came her way. But William was the sort who would take her flings far too personally. He wouldn't have the sense to simply kill any lover of hers that bothered him the way Angelus did. No, he would look at her with a broken heart in those blue eyes of his and that was more than she could take on a regular basis. One good clean break was better, than a thousand little ones.
Besides with a little clever match making on her part, she would have William so wrapped up in Drusilla that he would forget about her. Then she would be safe from the young vampire who might so easily claim her heart.
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