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True Innocent
by
BmblBee
Part One
Angel prowled silently through the dark, cavernous lobby of the ramshackle hotel he now called home. It had been weeks since the debacle of a road trip he and Buffy had taken to find his wayward childe.
After enjoying a very satisfying, at least for him, family reunion he had returned to the motel only to find Buffy awake and waiting on him. It didn't take a Miss Marple for her to figure out where he had been and why.
The ensuing screaming match had caused the occupants on both sides of them to pound the walls and shout threats. The continued row finally resulted in security being called and the threat of them being tossed from the premises. A situation which could have proven very flammable for a person of the vampire persuasion.
Finally after many apologies and promises to the squat, baldheaded desk clerk/manager, that they would be quiet, they were permitted to stay. It also gave Buffy a few minutes to calm slightly and when they were again left alone, Angel figured it was time for a real heart to heart.
He tried explaining to her that it was a Sire/childe need that they reconnect from time to time. It had nothing to do with her. He tried to assure her that yes, her snatch was very functional and acceptable, and that no, it would not help if she wore a strap on.
He explained that as head of the clan he always did the penetrating and no cocks, rubber or real, would ever wander near the rear door of his rump.
Bursting into a new wave of tears Buffy clutched him by the front of his new silk shirt, twisting and pulling the fabric in her hands. "Please, Angel, don't leave me. My ass is always open to you. What else could Spike possibly give you that I don't?"
After prying her bony fingers from the expensive material, Angel smoothed out the wrinkles as he thought about Spike's tight, muscular body. The way it felt when he pressed his heavier, larger body down on top of his smooth back. The way Spike squirmed and wiggled as he tried to free himself from Angel's aggressive, oppressive sexual need.
The sound of Spike grunting, begging, moaning, calling Angel's name. He remembered when Spike was still a new fledge and he could be broken, taken, fucked, and still kept conscious enough to suck Angel's fat cock before passing out.
Good times.
A loud sniff and hiccup brought him rudely back to the present. "Look, Buffy, You know I love you with all my heart."
Angel subtly checked his nose to make sure it hadn't grown with the magnitude of that fib, then continued. "but you must remember that your true mission in life is to slay vampires, not fuck them. I just think that our relationship has become somewhat of a distraction to you, and that could prove deadly. You can't afford to let your guard down for a minute. As hard as it is for the both of us I think I need to move on and let you get on with your slaying and your life. Of course I will miss you terribly and never go a day without thinking of you, but I am willing to make the supreme sacrifice for you."
Buffy snuffled and wiped her nose and tears on the back of her hand. With damp, snotty hands she reached again for Angel to pull him close. Horrified and protective of his favorite black shirt he jumped back and away from her clutches. "No! I mean, no, we should make a clean break. As hard as it is for me to see you go I think you should leave, now, alone, without me."
Angel edged his way to the door and cracked it open. Sadly, with hopeless resignation, Buffy gathered together her things and prepared to leave. "You're so strong, Angel. You're much more noble than I could ever be to sacrifice your happiness for the good of mankind like this. You are a saint."
Angel shrugged modestly and dropped his gaze. "I try to do what is right. I am, after all, the world's only vampire with a soul." With that, and a brisk little shove, Buffy was out the door and out of his life.
Cheerfully Angel stripped naked and threw himself on the bed. Sun was up, the room was paid for and his dick was suddenly hard as a rock. Might as well take advantage.
When night time came he could hit the road, and he knew just where he wanted to go. About fifty years ago he had spent some time in an old haunted hotel in Los Angeles California.
He had even hidden a suitcase of money there, which really wasn't that unusual. He had hidden money all over the world. A century's old vampire needs to look out for his retirement years. There didn't seem to be a vampire's pension fund to tap into, so it was every blood sucker for himself.
Yep, perfect solution. He would work his way back to L.A., use the money to buy the hotel and just settle in for a while. Of course, good guy and hero that he was he would save the innocent and give hope to the hopeless. At the same time he could take a nip or two here and there and no one would be the wiser.
It was the perfect solution and the start of a new phase of his life.
It wasn't until several days later as he worked his way west that the unthinkable happened.
He was just outside Saltlake City, munching happily on a juicy Mormon when the feeling shook him to his toes.
HIS CHILDE HAD TAKEN A CHILDE!!
The inborn knowledge shocked him to the point of nearly dropping the sanctimonious snack he was presently devouring.
Quickly he recovered, finished his dinner and slipped off into the night to think through this disturbing new development.
Part Two
The first few days travel proved much more difficult than Spike had anticipated. Working their way to town to collect the car he had hidden should have taken only a couple of hours.
He hadn't taken into account the cravings and demands of a new fledge. He vaguely recalled the need for large amounts of blood from the time he was first risen, and was able to deal with it by slaughtering several deer and small animals as they wound their way through the woods.
It was made more difficult by Xander's repeated annoying complaints of "killing God's creatures."
Finally as Xander sat down to suck deeply from the ripped out throat of a wild boar, Spike gently explained that God put these animals on earth to feed and sustain mankind, and whether it was their meat on a platter or their blood infusing their reanimated bodies, the animals were serving their purpose, and Xander was, in fact, doing God's will by eating them.
Xander sat cross legged on the damp ground with the near corpse of the hog settled on his lap. Frowning, he sunk his fangs in a little deeper and thought about it as he drained the last of the blood from the convulsing body. When he finally finished and tossed the limp pig aside, Xander lickedhis lips and smiled. 'O.k then' Spike patted himself on the back. One argument won.
The other problem slowing them down was Xander's constant need for physical reassurance. Touching, caressing and more often than not, sucking and fucking.
Spike knew these first few days were akin to a honeymoon period and best spent in seclusion with Sire and Childe cementing their bond in private and leisure. It was a luxury they didn't have. Not until they were able to find somewhere safe. So the cycle continued.
They traveled a few miles till the hunger hit. Spike would catch some unsuspecting woodland creature and feed it to his beloved off spring. Once warmed and filled with fresh blood, Xander's cock would harden and his urges turn to sexual satisfaction.
Despite their time restraints, Spike cheerfully complied, "only to strengthen the bond" he told himself each time he allowed his cock to be sucked, or he bent his wriggling childe over a fallen tree stump.
Finally, with daylight less than a half hour away, they came to a clearing with the abandoned farm house. Thinking back, he was stunned to realize that it had only been two weeks ago when he had first come across this place and decided it was the perfect location to conceal the huge DeSoto.
So much had changed in just a matter of days.
His whole world had turned upside down when he made the fateful decision not to eat Xander and his family. It was the best choice he had ever made.
Taking Xander by the hand he tugged him toward the house. "Come on love. We can stay here today and be on our way tonight. Car's full of gas and we'll head back toward California at night fall."
Xander looked around, frowned and dug his heels in. He stared at the gloomy, dilapidated, empty wood frame farm house. Spike continued to tug, but nope, he would not budge.
Spike was exhausted and his patience spent. This had been the longest, most emotional time of his unlife and all he wanted to do was sleep.
He wondered if he had been this obstinate and difficult as a new fledge. If so, that would certainly explain some of the beatings Angel so freely dispensed. He was on the verge of a childe whomping himself.
"God damn it Xander! What the fuck is the problem now?"
Xander stood his ground with his hands on his hips and refused to move. "Well first of all, don't take His name in vain. Second this is the Webster place. You didn't tell me we were going to the Webster place. This house is haunted. Some of the older boys used to talk about it on the school ground. Said three English men lived here, went crazy, like most English do, and killed themselves. It's haunted."
The last two words were said as a defining and final reason, leaving no doubt as to his resolve.
Spike threw his hands up in the air and upon bringing them down grabbed both fistfuls of wild blond hair. After sucking in as much air as both lungs could hold, he let out a long, earth shaking scream.
"HAUNTED? Are you fuckin' nutty? We're demon's you moron! Demons who are going to fry in the sun in about twenty minutes if we don't get inside."
Spike then took several more unneeded, deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. He figured his best bet at this point was a load of intellegent sounding bullshit. Xander always responded well to reasoning.
"Xander, Love, we are Vampires. We are at the top of the food chain. We run the world of the undead. Ghosts are nothing more than images like pictures from a picture book. Residual energy left over from when they were alive. We are not ghosts because we still carry our energy with us. They can't hurt us. Sides, place probably ain't haunted anyway. Bigger boys are bullies. Always trying to scare and torment smaller weaker boys."
Straightening the collar of his black duster, Spike tipped his head high. "Or so I've heard. Got no first hand knowledge meself."
Xander mulled this over and in a flash the tension left his features and his beaming only-for-my-sire smile returned. "Wow. I sure am lucky to have such a smart Sire. I'll bet a lot of vampires get stuck with stupid sires, but not me. Nope, mine is smart, sexy, strong, pretty, and has a really nice thingy."
Xander slinked forward taking a gliding step with each new compliment. When he finally came within inches of Spike, his hands started roaming up and down Spike's chest and arms.
Groaning, Spike staggered back. He was greatly relieved that they were headed into the house with minutes to spare, but to be honest he wasn't sure his "thingy" would survive. In one hundred and twenty years he had never even conceived of a time that he might not be in the mood. He looked into the hopeful, horny dark eyes of his one and only and sighed.
"Yeah, Pet, let's go in and have us a little, what did you call it? Whoopie?"
Xander squealed with excitement, grabbed his demon's hand, and ran for the dark, dank, shelter.
Part Three
The torn lace curtain at the attic window fluttered back as the unseen eyes watched the interaction of the men in the yard.
They appeared to be arguing and it was difficult to tell if they would stay or go.
The low whisper broke the silence. "Are they coming in? Oh how I hope they come in, it's been such a long time. We have waited so long."
Several more disembodied voices answered immediately with a chorus of moans and nearly indistinguishable responses. All so quiet and breathless that human ears would have missed them or dismissed them as only a breeze rushing through the broken windows and separated slats of the house's haggard wood siding.
"Yes. Yes."
"Oh, please."
"They are perfect"
"I knew someone would come."
They were cut off by the authority of the first voice. Still low, but sterner this time. "Not perfect. You know they are vampires. Their bodies are not warm. Their hearts do not beat. But still, they will serve our purpose. Hurry now. We must get ready."
The other's could barely contain their excitement.
"Yes,yes."
"Hurry."
"Look! Look! they're coming"
The ripped lace, still stained from the blood splatters left on it years ago, dropped back in place. The attic was again silent.
~*~*~*~*~
"Watch where you walk, Pet. These porch steps look rotten and it sure wouldn't do for you to fall through and end up with a wood splinter inconveniently lodged in your chest. Don't fancy a childe who's a pile of dust."
Xander grinned like a loon at the warning. "I love you too, demon."
Just the thought that his sire was so protective and caring suddenly made Xander horny as hell. Slamming Spike back against the porch post, Xander dove in for a deep tongue tangled kiss.
As always happened when they physically touched, their shared spirit and demon blended and sparked against each other sending hot rushing fireworks through their bodies.
Xander's cock stood, thick and proud, ready for anything his sire wanted of him. Spike's cock twitched weakly then snuggled back into it's comfy denim pouch.
"Tut, tut, Pet. We must be mindful of the crack of dawn now and the crack of Xan later." Spike gently peeled his childe's hands from his leather duster.
Xander whimpered, but knew his Demon was right. Safety first and sucking second.
Reaching for the front door, Xander prepared to kick it in, expecting it to be locked, in which case his conscience would be clear if he had to force his way in. This was, after all, an emergency. A whoopie emergency. Much to his surprise, as his fingers were just inches from the brass knob, the door swung slowly open, creaking loudly.
Xander snatched his hand back and he stared at the open, untouched entrance. "Um, Demon, did you see that?"
Spike was tired. The trip so far had been long and stressful, not to mention sexually exhausting. He stood behind his boy, yawned, and stretched.
"Huh? See what? Oh good you got the door open. SHIT!"
Spike jumped and pushed Xander forward just as a beam of morning sunlight struck the porch right behind them.
Slamming the door he flipped the rusty chain lock and checked to make sure it was reasonably secure. The place looked like no one had been here in years, but it never hurt to take extra precautions.
Turning around he spotted Xander wandering into what used to be a large living room. Empty of any furnishings, it was hard to imagine this being anyone's happy home. Although if the rumors were true it was apparently not too happy.
Cobwebs and spiders hung from every corner, and from the looks of the mouse droppings on the floor, the house was more alive than they had originally thought.
Torn, sun bleached, heavy drapes still hung at the windows offering partial protection from the sun and casting a dark gloom over the abandoned room. The air was dank and moldy smelling. Crypt like. Homey. It was just what the doctor ordered. Especially if the doctor's name was Frankenstein.
As much as it pained him to admit, Spike was whipped. He hadn't had that much sex in years, if ever. He wasn't sure if he could get it up again even if he bit and sucked out a bloke pumped full of Viagara. The only thing that concerned him more than the possibility of his dick falling off was the chance that any type of hesitation on his part may be perceived as rejection to his new, much loved childe.
Time. Spike needed time.
"Tell you what love, why don't you run upstairs and check out the bedrooms, I'll look around down here and we can decide the safest place to settle in for the day." He continued to casually stroll around the lower level as if evaluating
the architecture. In truth he was hoping Xander would find somewhere upstairs to get comfortable and doze off while waiting for Spike to join him.
"Hey, that's a great idea. Wow, Demon, you are so smart. I'm so lucky to have a wonderful, sexy, brilliant sire like you."
Xander's octopus tentacles were suddenly everywhere. They tweaked Spike's nipples, clutched his butt cheeks, and fumbled with his button fly, all the time dry humping and grinding himself against a sadly, still soft, sire.
Gently Spike pushed him back and turned him around. Then, with a slight shove towards the staircase, he tried to get his mind to task. "Tut tut, Pet. We recon the area for safety and security, find a nesting spot, then get a good day's snooze."
Xander darted forward happily but paused at the foot of the steps. "Ha Ha. You forgot the best part. Silly Demon. You forgot about the nookie before we sleep. Don't worry, I'll hurry. I'll call you when I check everything out."
Spike groaned and shook his head.
~*~*~*~*~
"Shhh. They are separating. The dark one comes first. Oh, how grand! Ssshhhh."
"This one is mine."
"No. You got the last one. It's my turn."
"There was no last one you ass. You scared him off, remember?"
"Ssshhh. We'll share."
"Yes. Share."
~*~*~*~*~
Xander stopped midway up the stairs. He could have sworn he heard voices. He stuck his nose in the air like Spike had taught him and sniffed deeply, searching for any danger. There was nothing.
Like whispers, the sound tickled his ears and made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He strained to listen. Wasn't his precious sire's voice. He tipped his head to the side and tried to focus, but the urgency of his aching hard cock distracted him.
Shaking his head, he dismissed it as folly and bounded on up to the first room.
Part Four
Spike strolled casually through the rooms in the lower level of the house hoping to burn time while his eager puppy of a childe searched the upstairs for a safe place to spend the day.
If this worked out well enough they might just stay for a few days. Spike gave the idea only a minutes thought before disgarding it. This was still too close to the boy's farm and past family. No, they needed to move on. Put some miles behind them and start their unlives together.
Gingerly, he touched his cock, hissing and flinching. Since becoming a vampire he had quickly become a sexually driven
being but this was just fucking ridiculous. Seemed they couldn't walk ten feet without his newly risen dropping to his knees or lowering those comic button front Amish trousers and wiggling his hungry little hole.
Apparently the combination of late teenage hormones combined with vampire stamina and the newly discovered pleasures of the wonderful world of butt lovin' was just too much.
If Spike weren't already dead this would have done the job for sure.
Circling around from the living room Spike located a small alcove area in front of the door to the basement. Scattered about on the floor were a dozen or so sheets that had apparently been used to cover the furniture that had once been stored here. The area was away from all windows and could not be seen from the front door. It suited their needs perfectly.
Gathering together the bedding he shook off the dust bunnies, fluffed it into a pile, and settled in to wait. He considered calling Xander to join him but decided better.
Yawning, Spike reveled in the possibility of catching a few uncopulating moments before Xander came searching for him.
No doubt cock in hand. That was a thought that brought great comfort and hope to Spike. Maybe Xander would get desperate enough and jack off before returning to his sire's side. It might just buy him an hour or so.
Rearranging the nest, Spike circled twice like a dog then dropped down and fell asleep instantly, careful not to lay on his pooped pecker.
"Well that one is going to be no good to us."
The voices whispered, both disappointed and disgusted.
"I thought vampires could go forever."
A cool breeze rushed through Spike's body causing him to shudder.
"This one is spent. He can't give us what we need. We must return to the other one. He is younger, stronger, his body is ready. His cock and balls full and heavy. We will use him. We will share him."
The other voices murmured their agreement and the cold air left the room. Spike sighed at the renewed warmth of the small space. He curled his body up, rolled over, and slept on.
Meanwhile, happily humming "The Old Rugged Cross", Xander stuck his head in each of the bedrooms and quickly stepped back away from the light streaming in through the torn curtains and broken glass. Following the creaking wooden hallway he came to a dead end and to the right, a small door. Inside was a narrow staircase leading upwards.
'An attic!'
Wrinkling his nose at the stuffy, moldy smell he slipped up the narrow stairway, ducking his head low to avoid smacking his forehead an an overhanging beam. Reaching the top he found the space open, dark, and stuffy. A quick look around told him why. The only windows were two small round panes of stained glass at each end of the long room. Dirt crusted and sealed shut they blocked out all air and light from the outside.
If the lower level of the house has been uninhabited for years the attic had been abandoned even longer.
It was perfect.
Xander immediately began fussing and prepping. There were several old steamer trunks and he set about searching each for bedding they could use to make a comfy sleepng area.
Happily whistling "I Walk Through The Garden Alone" he found stacks of motheaten dresses and woolen coats. After trying on a few feathered bonnets in front of a curiously blank mirror he resumed the task of floor padding.
Xander was certain his sire would want his child's knees and back to be well cushioned when he fucked him, so he carefully stacked and fluffed an area where they could romp and roll.
Oh, and sleep, of course.
Standing back, Xander crossed his arms and smiled at the cozy little nest he had made. Turning to go retrieve his sire, Xander was stunned when the cold slammed through him.
It felt like an icy wind yet nothing in the room stirred. Unable to move, he was horrified as he felt it, like frigd fingers, move through his body and touch his dead heart. Worst of all he could feel it in his mind, searching and probing. It was terrifying, like nothing he had ever known dead or alive. He tried to move, to scream, to run, but his feet were bolted.
Locked in place. His muscles rigid as the faint memory of rigor mortis came to his mind.
Behind him, out of Xander's view, things began moving. The steamer trunk of vintage dresses and hats slowly reopened, the lid silently lifting and falling back. Unseen hands lifted and crumpled, tossing about the dusty fabrics as if frantically searching for certain articles known to be stored there.
The room, which had before been dimmed by the years of dirt caked on the windows, was now pitch black.
Still caught in the web of terror, the newly risen vampire was unable to give over to his demon side and enhanced vision.
He felt trapped. He felt scared and confused. He wanted his sire.
"Hurry, I can't hold him long."
"Quickly. Quickly. Before he moves. Are you sure this is right?"
"It is what the Powers told us. Our shame keeps us trapped here. Our hate of what we were. If an innocent willingly shares his release with us, proves our love of each other was not a sin, we will be free to move on."
Finally, just as suddenly as it had come over him, it was gone. His rigid muscles relaxed so quickly he stumbled. Spinning around in a circle, Xander tried to see through the darkness. The voices. He knew he heard voices. "Demon? Is that you? Please be you."
Harshly whispering, the sound of his own words cutting through the black silence caused him to jump.
"Hush, Pet. Your sire is here. We're going to play a game."
Relief washed through Xander's body. He hesitated, unsure which way to turn. He couldn't tell which ear Spike had spoken in. It was almost as if his sire had talked to him from within his mind.
Xander shook his head to clear the foolishness of those thoughts. 'It must be the dark that is making it so
disorienting.' he reasoned. "A game, Demon? What kind of game? What do you want me to do?"
"Trust me, Xander, just trust me."
"Always Sire. Always."
Within seconds an old scarf, one worn a century earlier by a stylish lady of means, wrapped itself around his eyes tightly.
At the same instant a leather belt, no doubt from her loving husband, bound his hands at the wrist and roughly jerked his arms high over his head.
Part Five
Spike slept on. The hazy fog that had been dropped over him overrode his vampire's instinct to stay alert. Rolled up in the
cocoon of discarded, dusty sheets, his mind closed down as his body sank deeper into the coma-like sleep that encompassed him.
The leather of the belt looped over the heavy ceiling beam and snapped Xander's arms up taut, stretching him high as his
toes barely touched the floor.
"D..Demon? Are we still playing? We've never done anything like this before." Fear and anticipation tingled up and down Xander's spine as his cock hardened and he waited to see what his sire had planned for him.
"Do you like the feel of a man's body? Tell me what makes you spend. What brings you pleasure." The Spike voice whispered in Xander's ear. He snapped his head to the side unsure where his demon was.
"You bring me pleasure. Everything we do together brings me joy, but I especially like it when you......" Xander tipped his head down as a small smile played on his lips, a pink color tinted his cheeks. "When you suck on my organ."
The voices murmured almost incoherently among themselves.
"He has a piano?"
"He wants music as we do this?"
"Shut up you fools!"
"Demon?" Xander tugged, but the bindings on his wrists were expertly done and left no room for give. Before he could speak again he was suddenly assaulted by what felt like a dozen hands. Cold hands. He was used to his sire being cold, but this was down right frigid.
Instantly the hands were everywhere. Caressing his chest down to his stomach they pressed, scratched and rubbed. It was as if Xander's skin was made of an irresistible satin that begged to be handled.
"Some men think it is wrong to bring pleasure to another man's body. Is it wrong, Xander?" The question was behind him, or was it in front?
Trying to clear his head and answer what was being asked of him, Xander moaned and twitched at the small kitten licks and puppy nips that had his nipples sore and hard. "Nothing is wrong in the love we share. You taught me that, Demon.
God created everything on earth. He created men who love men and he created vampires. We are all as we should be."
The voices sighed. They knew this boy was their salvation. They were trapped here, condemned by the fear and shame
of what they were in life.
This innocent boy's release, freely given will give them absolution. Bringing him pleasure for a moment will allow them entry into heavens salvation for eternity. By forgiving themselves their spirits could move on to the next world where their love would sustain them forever.
Immediately the hands and lips returned. He groaned and squirmed as the thick patch of coarse hair surrounding his sex was tugged and shook causing his cock to bounce and sway from side to side. He knew he was already dribbling from the head down the side of his thick throbbing shaft, feeling the cool tickle as it dripped.
He could feel teeth bitting him almost painfully on his shoulder, neck and back. It was slightly confusing. These were not
the sharp razor like fangs of his sire. It must be part of the game. Dismissing all the conflicting elements of the scenario, Xander's worship of his amazing master grew by leaps and bounds. Was there no limit to the pleasure he could bring?
It seemed impossible, yet he could feel the weight of his master against his back at the same time as his ankles and legs were being licked. And now, 'Oh Sweet Mulligan Stew!' his toes were being sucked!
Spreading his feet as far as possible, Xander waited for the hands of his sire to reach his aching need. He struggled
to thrust his hips forward. "I'm ready, Sire, touch me and I will cum for you."
"NO!" Again the hands stopped. "You must not spend yet. It is too soon."
His body was left untouched as the stale air of the attic was the only thing he could feel against his skin. Slumping slightly, he attempted to shift his weight as the burn in his shoulders increased. "O.k. It's o.k. I won't cum. Please, Demon, put your mouth on me. Please. I'll try to hold off till you say." Xander's begging soon reached epic proportions and the phantoms knew he was ripe.
The first lick to the head of his cock was so unexpected and welcome he squealed and jerked himself forward. What followed was the most amazing thing Xander had ever felt. His master was somehow able to suck his balls at the same time he licked the precum from the tip and ran his lips over the shaft.
Xander knew at that moment he was the luckiest childe since the first vampire had been created. No longer aware of the joint wrenching in his arms, all he could feel was the icy suction on his cock and balls while, shockingly, his sire was licking at the eager empty hole waiting to be filled.
"Holy Moley! Oh Sire! Please enter me. Hurry fill me with your body and your release." Xander strained, trying desperately to think of anything that would hold off an orgasm that was already filling his heavy ball sac. He tried to think of Christmas - winter - snow - cold - his sires tongue - NO! He thought of snakes - woods - cave - their first sex - NO!
He tried counting - ten fingers - ten toes - two feet - Demon's feet - "AAAHHH!!"
His orgasm hit so fast and hard all beings in the room were shocked. His release shot from his cock as it jumped and pumped thick globs of cum onto the two ghosts who were sucking his cock and balls.
Coated and smeared with it they stood back as they felt it tingle and burn their incorporeal bodies.
"Yes, yes, do you feel it?"
"Yes.....LOOK!"
The second entity pointed as a beam of light burst into the darkened room, blinding the three spirits who floated towards it. Stepping into the light the first two who had received Xander's gift immediately floated up. The third who was busy licking Xander's hole, had missed out.
Holding their hands out to their companion the spirits called back, "We'll wait for you. Hurry, we will be here to welcome you home."
The third ghost stomped his foot soundlessly on the floor and stood with his hands on his hip, disgusted. He looked back and forth between the spot where his companions had disappeared and the limp, spent body of the young vampire who was swaying and grinning happily.
"Well Fuck! All right Junior, let's see just how recuperative you fuckin' vampires really are."
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