True Innocent

by
BmblBee

Part Six

The room was void of sound and movement. Xander swung by his arms from the strap binding him to the ceiling rafter. The scarf still tied around his face had blocked out the sight of light and ascension that had just taken place behind him. Limp, spent and ready for sleep, Xander felt totally satisfied for the first time since being turned and his body was calm.

Gliding silently several inches off the ground the third ghost floated away from the spot where the pearly gates had opened for his lovers then slammed in his face. While the other two had bathed in the cum of the righteous he had been left high and dry - literally.

Trying to ease the cramp in his back, Xander yawned and shifted. "Demon? Think you can cut me down? I'm ready to sleep now. How about you?"

Furious and frustrated by his failure, the spirit was not about to let his only opportunity slip away that easily. "Oh no Xander, we are not finished yet. You came without the permission of your Sire. We must correct that faux pas immediately!"

Without the handicap of blood loss from his brain, Xander was able to focus more clearly. The voice. Something about the voice was not right.

It had the same accent, but not the right affect. Besides, when had Xander ever heard his sire use a term like "faux pas"? Demon would have surly thought that was too gay. "Who are you? Sire? Is that you?" Xander struggled, pulling frantically to try to free himself.

Panicking at the possibility that his only chance was slipping away, the ghost swooped down and dug rapidly through the trunk he had owned in life. Finding what he needed, he swung.

"CRACK"

Xander gasped when the sharp sting of the cat tails struck his skin. The pain shot through his body like a bolt of lightning. The first strike landed on his back followed by three more in rapid succession across the firm round globes of his ass.

In life, pain had to be tolerated. A blistered hand from work. A cut arm or injured back from the inevitable accident that happened on a farm, but he dreaded it. Cringed from it and whined incessantly when it occurred.

But this......

This was a new perspective. When the shock of pain went through him it exploded in every cell of his reborn body, thrilling his demon and pooling in his cock and balls. Exhaustion forgotten, Xander's eyes popped open wide behind the blindfold and his head flopped back. A cat's yowl echoed off the dusty rafter beams as his spent cock quickly hardened.

Sparkling with glee the ghost knew he held the solution to his predicament in his incorporeal little hands. "Do you like that, Xander? Do you like when I punish you for disobeying me? You forget who you are. You forget who I am. Who am I?"

Two more swift blows landed, raising several red welts on the tops of Xander's legs.

Moaning and rocking his body Xander could hardly hear or understand what was being asked of him. He had never felt such intense sensation. "Wha..? You are....uh...."

CRACK CRACK

"Answer your Sire!"

Xander's cock hardened even more, dribbling thickly as the pain in his body reached the next level. His balls swung low, aching deliciously from the load they held.

"Sire. You are my Sire. Oh, Demon, that hurts so good."

Just as quickly as the assault had begun, it stopped. Floating to the front, the phantom watched and waited for what he knew the boy would do next. Beg.

This was a game the three lovers had often played with each other in life. It was one of the things that had brought them together. Meeting by chance one night in a gay bar in Cleveland Ohio, the three men quickly became fast friends. After only a few weeks they had decided to live together. A set up that inevitably went from roommates to lovers. There was no jealousy between them, only shared pleasure.

It hadn't taken long before their sexual interests and explorations had the neighbors talking. A closed minded, bigoted town like Cleveland, was NOT ready to accept such perversions.

One by one each man found themselves ostracized by their families and soon fired from their jobs in the wake of the unending gossip. Unwilling to give each other up they had traveled west, looking for a fresh start in life. It was a trip that saw failure and disappointment at every stop. Still, they chose each other over the chance to succeed alone.

After two months on the road they found themselves tired, hungry, and nearly broke when they stumbled across the abandoned farm house and decided to settle in.

Alone together, they finally gave free reign to all their deepest, darkest desires. There was no suggestion that was out of bounds. No need refused. It was as if they understood they were living on borrowed time and wanted to experience everything they could in the short time they had left.

Fucking, sucking, fisting, any position possible, and some they discovered weren't. Cutting, S&M, doubling, the activities soon dominated every minute of their days and nights. In the end, no one could remember which one of them voiced the thought first, but it was one, like the sex, that all three had shared from the beginning of this trip.

"We are done. There is no way to go on from this. I love you both, but there is no place on this earth for us. We are broke, starving, and have nothing else but our love for each other, which cannot sustain us any longer."

The other two had silently agreed. All knew it was a conclusion that had probably been put into motion from the first night they met. Fate had brought them together and death would seal them that way.

It was the next new thing they chose to experience together.

None of the three disagreed and after a short discussion the decision was made. The next night by the light of the full harvest moon, they climbed the stairs to the attic together. They had packed all of their belongings in the forgotten steamer trunks they had found there and they said their final good byes.

The sex this time was slower, sweeter, more passionate than before. Of all the times previous, this one was the best.

When they were done, when all were spent, the knife was brought out. It was sharp. Kept razor like for their games only this time it would bring them together in a new way.

As agreed, it was Jim, the strongest of the three to take the action that would free them all. Not allowing himself time to think, to regret, to hesitate, he swung. In a blink of the eye the blade glistened in the moonlight as it arched through the air and sliced the throats of his lovers, his life's companions. Then, just as quickly, across his own.

The blood of the trio splattered together across the walls, rafters, and curtains of the stuffy room that in a flash had become their tomb.

The bodies had been discovered two months later by a group of boys from a nearby village searching for a suitable haunted house to use for their Halloween party.

They found one.

Part Seven

Every cell in Xander reanimated body hummed and vibrated with the excitement of this shocking new revelation. His cock was so hard and wet he feared it may explode when he was finally allowed to cum. The pain was so unexpected he never had time to decide if it was something he wanted to try. His brilliant, wonderful, sire just knew. He always knew. Xander's admiration of him kicked up a notch or ten.

But now, just as he was fully on board with the thrill of the ouchies, it stopped. The sting and the burn of the blows was rapidly fading and his body craved more.

He panted with unnecessary breaths and swung freely by his arms. "Sire? Please Sire. I'm so close. It hurts so good. Please. I promise not to cum without permission. You are the boss of me. Please, Sire please."

Smiling, the ghost sighed. It was pure music. A symphony to his ears. Stirring the long lost memory of the nights his lovers had begged him to hurt them. To bring them to a sudden, wrenching orgasm through the carefully and expertly controlled dispensing of pain.

But this, this was a vampire. Able to endure more and obviously a virgin to the pleasures of punishment. Shame on his sire. So sloppy of him. No problem. This was one spirit that was more than glad to solve both their problems. Give them both exactly what they needed.

This time when the whip came down it struck across his stomach just inches from the purple head of his straining cock.
It came down four more times causing his skin to split and ooze blood from his chest. Arching his back, Xander screamed and twisted, not sure if it was away from, or into, the painful strikes.

~*~*~*~*~

Spike rolled over. Part of him tried to wake. Something called
to him, but he was unable to stir. His eyes darted wildly behind
the closed lids and he slept on.

~*~*~*~*~

After the last blow Xander felt the air next to his skin grow colder. The lacerations on his body burned and tormented him deliciously. Flexing the cheeks of his ass he waited impatiently for the pain to resume.

The second the icy cold tongue touched the cut skin his body went rigid. If he thought the pain was good, this was excellent. Slowly, methodically, the cold invisible mouth licked and sucked every seeping drop of blood from the young vampire's body.

His hole had clenched so tight no amount of oil or prodding would have been able to open him up for fingers or cock. It didn't matter. Xander knew instinctively that this was not about his Sire's pleasure. No, this was about Xander. His generous Sire was only concerned with bringing his unworthy child to orgasm.

There was no way Xander could ever thank the demon for this, but he certainly intended to try.

Xander strained, hoping for more. More tongue, more whipping, more, just, more. The muscles in his arms and legs trembled from being held so long in the uncomfortable position, yet it only added to the marvelous experience.

The lines on the underside of his cock throbbed and twitched as though his heart was beating, pounding and driving the blood through his now collapsed veins. Even untouched, the purple, dripping head felt over stimulated and Xander knew he couldn't hold off much longer.

"Please, Sire, please let me cum."

Knowing it was time, the spirit drifted back and let his eyes wander one last time over the magnificent form of the sexually charged young man. Nothing about this was wrong. There could be no shame in this pleasure.

"Cum for me, Xander. Cum for me."

Like standing on a ragged cliff, Xander felt the sharp edge peak as he tumbled over the edge of the crashing orgasm. Shot after shot of cool sperm filled the unseen hands of the grateful, loving ghost.

No sooner had the tingle, burning sensation begun when the room exploded in the golden loving light of redemption. Stepping toward it he was met by the welcoming arms of his beloved companions waiting to take him home. All three paused to gaze upon their savior.

"Thank you Xander. Thank you."

"Sleep well."

"We will watch out for you Xander. Thank you."

In a flash the light and the ghosts were gone. The leather restraint released and Xander tumbled to the floor exhausted. Unable to pull himself to his feet, he fell asleep where he landed.

When the spirit's influence and power disappeared from the house Spike woke with a start. His instincts told him it was nearly nightfall and he was terrified to find himself alone. His only thought was to find his childe. Leaping to his feet he tried to calm himself enough to focus on their shared spirit and bond. He could feel the boy safe and nearby which brought enormous comfort to his frantic mind.

Following his Xan-dar Spike sprinted up the stairs to the second level and down a narrow hallway. Locating a small door he never paused but jerked it open and rushed up into the dank, musty, airless room. It took only seconds to discover his lost childe sleeping peacefully curled up on some old motheaten clothing he must have found. Spike smiled as he watched his beautiful, much loved childe.

Adjusting his eyes to the dark he frowned briefly as he spotted several odd cuts on the boys body. Satisfied that they were already fading he concluded that the boy must have tripped and fallen against something up here. He dearly loved the lad, but he was clumsy as fuck. Oh, well, no matter. He was safe and that's all Spike cared about. Feeling guilty for avoiding his childe and causing them both to have to sleep alone, Spike laid down behind his beloved and nudged him awake.

"Xan? Sweetheart? We have a couple hours till the sun is down. Wanna play?"

Xander groaned and immediately covered his package with both hands. He then flopped over to face his sire, stunned.
"Please, Sire, I can't. You are just too much for me to keep up with. Can't we just sleep till then? I'm sorry Sire but I just can't"

Slightly confused but greatly relieved, Spike pulled his childe to him and held him close as they both dozed off to await the setting of the sun.

Part Eight

After just a couple of short hours together, the vampire sire and his beloved childe stirred. The sun had just set and both their time stamped brains began to awaken.

Spike fully woke first and, propping himself up on his elbow, looked down on the sleeping face of his new childe. He marveled at the pride and love he felt, briefly wondering why his own sire had never seemed to cherish and love him in the same way. Still, having an offspring was an overwhelming responsibility.

It wasn't all just about the sex, although it was certainly a lot about the sex. Spike snickered and ran his hand down the bare chest of his companion. Xander instinctively rolled closer and reached out for his sire to snuggle with him.

Spike pulled away. Nope the time for cuddling was over, for now, and the time for moving on and starting the basic vampire lessons was about to start. Spike could only pray that their pesky shared spirit was not going to give him too much trouble. "Let's go, love. Time to rise and shine. Miles to go and people to eat."

Xander grumbled something about Sires that wear their childe out then don't let him sleep it off.

Spike shook the groggy childe and then jumped to his feet. "Come on, Xander. Your Sire is serious. Don't test me boy"

Xander raised his head and opened one eye. When he saw that Spike was through coaxing he leaped up and quickly searched for his heavy cotton shirt and trousers. "Yes Sir. I wouldn't want you to have to spank me." Xander giggled and jerked on his shoes.

Spike frowned. "Huh?" He watched as the boy blushed a wonderful shade of pink and batted his dark brown lashes.
'What the fuck?'

Spike's thoughts ran the gambit of 'Don't tell me the boy's as batty as a fruitcake.' To...'He wants spanked? Cause I don't have a problem with that. I mean if he wants his sire to blister his ass I'm up for that. Especially if he doesn't get a move on.'

Finally fully dressed and waiting patiently by the doorway, Xander shifted from foot to foot to alleviate the pressure of the buttons against his still tender cock. "I'm ready. Where are we going? To the city? I've never been to the city. Is it big? What are we going to do there? Can we see one of those moving picture shows I've heard about?"

Spike stood with his mouth hanging open. Holy shit! Was he going to do that for the rest of eternity? "Get in the Goddamn car Boy! Yes, we're headed into town. There are some really ugly bars on the wrong side of the tracks, so to speak. Perfect place to practice some hunting techniques. Time you learned to be a proper vampire. Can't always count on your sire to support you."

Xander watched as Spike marched down the porch steps, rounded the corner and ducked into the barn where his beloved DeSoto was stored. Within seconds the car roared to life and whipped up to the front of the house. The passenger door flew open and Spike called out, "Get in."

Xander was silent. It was a most confusing time. One he had been expecting yet dreaded.

He knew as a vampire he had to drink blood to survive, and it was a concept that thrilled his shared demon. The animal blood they had been getting would not sustain them for long. They needed human..

He also knew how lucky he was. Unlike other newly risen childer he had the luxury of being bound to his sire with a centuries old demon who was already experienced in killing, pillaging, torturing, burning, and swiping beer from the local convenience store, all the truly evil things a fiend needs to know how to do.

And part of him was excited to learn these things. To prowl the darkness and search out victims. To slither about undercover, smoothly, stealthily.

Unfortunately there was also that pesky shared spirit that he had brought into the marriage. His dowry, of sorts. One his sire was not particularly thrilled to have acquired. It was a handicap that Sire had assured him they could work around.

Xander climbed in the car as instructed. He was more than willing to put himself in his sire's hands and trusted him implicitly. His sire knew best. His sire knew what he needed. Memories of last night came rushing back and Xander again giggled, glancing sideways at the very confused vampire at the wheel.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Boy?" Suddenly Spike's brow lifted and a huge grin covered his face. "Oh, I get it. You're finally excited to be on the hunt. Well about time. You and I are gonna be quite the pair, we are. Ole Spiky here is gonna teach you how to scope out and select your victim. How to approach and corner them and of course how to bite and suck them dry."

Xander frowned. "Hey, you said........"

"Fine!" Spike cut Xander off before he could finish. "We don't always kill them. We just gnaw on 'em a bit. Better?"

Xander settled in with a relaxed grin. "Yup. So what do I do first."

Spike pulled out onto the main road and headed the car in the direction of the town he had visited during the confusion of the week before. Unknown to the boy, Spike knew the perfect spot to find just the sort of low life that his childe could practice on. The type that would not be missed if the love 'em and leave 'em plan fell through and they accidentally died.

"First? First, Love, you gotta get their attention. Let them know just what they're dealing with. Put a little fear in their hearts. Makes the blood race closer to the surface and the taste so much stronger. Give it a try Pet. Let your sire see your scariest look."

Spike took his eyes off the road and waited. After a quick minute's thought Xander spun in his seat to face Spike. He threw his hands up to the sides of his face and hooked his fingers in a claw like manner. He screwed his forehead down causing his eyes to squint almost closed. His nostrils flared open and he stretched his lips back almost painfully over his teeth. He then began snarling like a rabid dog, spitting and snorting.

Spike's eyes bugged out and the car swerved dangerously over both lanes of highway. After causing a pick up truck to blast the horn and a bleached blond in a VW convertible to flip him the bird, Spike slammed on the brakes and slid to a stop.

"WHAT THE FUCK? Jesus P. Christ, Love! What the hell? Game face you idiot. I'm talking about your vampire face. I don't even know what the fuck that face was supposed to be, but don't EVER do that again."

Xander slumped back in his seat and crossed his arms. He was doing his best. No sense in sire acting like that. He turned his head to face out the side window and mumbled. "Don't blaspheme. Sides, it seemed to scare you well enough."

Spike clutched his still chest and felt around, certain that his dead heart had started pounding in shock. When he finally satisfied himself that he was still safely dead he again turned the key and started the engine, pulling back out on the street.

'O.k.' he thought. 'This may be a little more challenging that I had originally hoped.'

Part Nine

Spike drove in silence as Xander continued to pout. Seemed like nothing he did satisfied sire. How was he supposed to know that scary meant vamp face.

Unable to read Spike's mind, but clearly aware of the scowl on sire's face, Xander's thoughts soon traveled down the road to insecurity. 'Maybe I'm not good enough for sire. Maybe he won't want me anymore. Maybe he'll throw me from the moving car and watch and laugh as my worthless body rolls down the hillside and lies in the dirt only to be eaten by ground hogs and ferrets.'

That last thought was the one that did it.

Xander had always had an irrational fear of small, furry, snake-with-legs like creatures with sharp teeth. One of the older boys at school had told him that a ferret would slither up the inside of your pant leg and bite off your peter.

Xander had taken to walking with his head down after that. A habit that, misinterpreted as humility, had earned him big points in his Amish community.

Suddenly gripped by terror, Xander threw himself onto Spike and attempted to crawl onto his lap. "I'm sorry, Sire, Demon. Please forgive me. Don't abandon me. Please don't let the ferrets get me."

Spike's mouth fell open as he wrestled the steering wheel to keep the car on the road. Scanning the interior of the car for unwanted intruders, Spike's confusion had him floundering and trying to push the clinging childe toward his own side of the car. "Ferrets? What ferrets? What the fuck is wrong with you, Boy?"

Xander would not be swayed. His arms wrapped around Spike's chest as his legs tried to climb over his sire's lap. Finally in an act of self preservation, Spike again pulled off to the side of the road and shut off the engine. A flaming car crash would do neither of them any good. 'Holy hell!' he thought, 'At this rate it's gong to take us a year to get back to California.'

Calming himself with an unneeded breath, Spike plucked the larger body off his own and gently placed him on the passenger side of the vehicle. "Now, look here, Boy. There are no fuckin' ferrets in the car. I'm not mad at you. I love you, you big goof. Besides, a sire never abandons his childe."

That last one was the hardest to say and caused his voice to crack slightly because even as he said it he knew it was a lie. His own sire had tossed him away like a snot filled Kleenex.

But not this sire, and not this childe.

"Look, Xander, this is a very hard time for you. You're missing your old life and trying to adjust to a new one. The spirit that you carry wants you to do the right thing and the demon wants you to be a vampire with all that entails, but mostly everything in you wants to please your sire, yeah?"

Xander was again flabbergasted by the wisdom and genius of his sire. Sire was perfect. Sire knew everything. Sire was sexy as hell.

Xander again threw himself onto Spike and tried to climb him like a cat on a maple tree knocking what little air Spike had in his lungs, out.

"OOF! Wait, wait. Tell you what. You sit over there and I'll let you suck a bit of sire cock to calm you down. How's that?"

As always Xander was impressed with Spike's ability to know just what each situation called for. Happily he bounced in his seat and whistled a happy tune as he unzipped his sire's jeans and unbuttoned his own trousers. Once both hard pricks were exposed to the cool night air Spike settled back in his seat, proud of the fact that he had again come up with the perfect solution and everyone was happy.

Tipping the steering wheel down, he scooted his seat back and tugged his black denim jeans down over his hips. Might as well free his sac as well, just in case the boy wanted to play with it. There was no limit to Spike's generosity when it came to his childe.

Xander smiled as he watched sire's cock and balls emerge from their hidden cover. They were magnificent. Not as thick as his own, it was slightly longer and a perfect combination of pale pink shaft and red-purple head.

He licked his lips as he began stroking his own thick length. He gasped as sire spit on his own hand and wrapped his fist around his long, hard prick. Watching with his nose just inches from the bubbling head was the most erotic thing Xander had ever seen. Mesmerized, part of him wanted to stare till sire's cock grew harder and spewed thick cream all over Xander's face yet another part wanted the offered taste.

Swiping his thumb over the tip caused the sticky fluid to leave spit like strings on Spike's finger tips. It was more than Xander could stand. Flicking out his tongue he licked the precum from sire's hand, following the liquid back to it's source. Once he had the taste he couldn't get enough.

Lapping every trace from the protruding, half hooded head, he then proceeded to lick and suck up and down the shaft. When he was sure he had removed all traces, he swallowed the cock to the root and attempted to encourage more.

Spike grunted, threw his head back and dug his fingers into the thick rich hair of the head on his lap. He was, for now, satisfied with the rhythmic movement of the bobbing head and matching hips of his childe as the boy jacked himself off in time with his sucking.

Spike's own hips soon joined in the dance as they began humping, silently encouraging the boy to pick up the pace. "Ah, fuck, yeah, boy. Mouth like a fuckin' dust buster. Come on boy, suck that fuckin' cock. Yeah, just like that. Play with my balls, oh, hell, yeah. Feels so fuckin' good. Tongue the slit. Yeah, deeper."

Xander's own humping had gotten faster as his hand worked harder. Listening to sire's dirty talk combined with the musky smell and salty taste was causing his own orgasm to rush on him.

Grabbing both fistfuls of hair, Spike held the boy's face firmly down as he jerked his hips up violently fucking himself against the back of his child's throat.

Forgetting that he didn't need to breath, Xander began to choke and gag causing his throat muscles to constrict and flex around the head of Spike's throbbing cock. In his struggle he squeezed and pulled painfully on his own.

With one last thrust, Spike went rigid and pumped thick, voluminous amounts of cold dead seed down the raw, sore throat of his child who swallowed it gratefully. Sent over the edge by the taste and his own masturbation, Xander squirted onto the carpet and floor mats of the beloved De Soto.

As his body finally unlocked, Spike slumped down. "Ahhhh. Oh, shit that was good. What a good childe you are." Spike untangled his fingers from Xander's head and petted and patted the scrunched hair back into place. "Now, don't you feel better, lad?"

Xander sighed as the cock in his mouth deflated like a balloon and slipped from between his lips. He licked the last drops of white, wet love from the pubic hair and smiled. "Much better sire. You are so good to me. You always know exactly what I need. I must be the luckiest vampire in the world."

Spike patted his head benevolently. "That you are lad, that you are."

Part Ten

Although stuffy, funky smelling and smoke filled, the interior of the rolling vampmobile was now much calmer and more
relaxed. Both men were grateful for the cathartic effect the little oral session had provided.

They were back on track and more than ready to start the much needed and so far neglected lessons of a vamp-in-training. With the instructions in the capable hands of a master vampire such as Spike, AKA William The Bloody, how could anything go wrong?

Cruising into town through a back alley, Spike flipped off the headlights and eased the rumbling motor around to the back of the nondescript brick building. He cut the engine and rolled down the window.

From within the closed up establishment Xander's enhanced hearing could detect the strains of wailing, strumming, country music. At an equal volume were the voices of men and women shouting, laughing and attempting to sing along.

The air was filled with the stench of humanity. Body sweat, urine and vomit. Cigarette smoke drifted out of a slightly open window. Xander wrinkled his nose. It didn't smell at all like sire's cigarettes. This smoke was sickly sweet and thick. He breathed in, deeply filling his lungs with it. It gave him an odd urge to giggle.

"What is this place, sire? Is it a gathering place of the English?"

Spike frowned. He didn't like the negative connotation contained in the word "english". He knew to Xander it meant anyone not Amish, but too often it was used with an insulting intent, usually describing people of low morals or disgusting habit.

O.k. maybe that was a tad hypocritical. Still........ "Yeah, about that, pet, maybe now that you're more of the dead vampire persuasion than the living Amish, we could refer to them as "humans"."

Xander mulled this over while taking in several more deep breaths and with a snicker and a snort, agreed. "So, oh Demon master of mine, what do I do first?" Xander wiggled and bounced in his seat excitedly. He licked his fangs and smacked his lips.

Spike rolled his eyes. "First you quit fuckin' breathin' before you get any more stoned."

Xander slapped a hand over his mouth and nose and snickered. "whuff do I muflle neft?"

Spike dropped his head against the steering wheel and gave it a couple quick smacks leaving a bright red stripe across his wrinkled forehead. "Oh for Christ sake. Look, Xan, this is serious business. You need to learn to hunt and feed to stay alive - so to speak. Now I brought you here to this random, I've-never-been-here-before place, to select a victim. Once we locate just the right one I'll stay here out of sight. You are going to sneak up on him, scare him, IN VAMP FACE, and then bite the shit out of him."

Xander tapped his finger on his chin in thought. "Now remember, we had a deal. You won't make me kill anybody
if I'm just not comfortable with it. Right?"

Spike waved him off dismissivly, confident that as soon as the demon tasted fresh blood the boy's natural predatory instincts would kick in and the slaughter would joyfully begin. It was just a matter of time. "Yeah, yeah, right. No killing. Now shut up and watch the side door."

Spike and his protege crouched down in their seats in the cooling car and waited. After a short time the door flew open and a skinny leather clad biker stumbled out and proceeded to piss up against the brick wall.

"That one? I think I could take that one. He's pretty skinny. I could......."

"No." Spike cut him off. "Not that one." And they continued to wait.

Five minutes later the door again flew open. This time a couple, wrapped tightly together from tongue to toe came rolling out. Spike sat straight up in his seat and watched with a small smile on his face. The man was unfamiliar, but it didn't really matter as the woman he was with was the bait he had been waiting on.

Sherry.

The one and only.

Miss loosey goosey herself.

Spike cringed slightly at the memory of his night against that same wall while she bent over and offered herself to him. It was not a memory that he relished, but it was also not one he planned on wasting any time or recriminations over. Still, it certainly wasn't one he wanted his childe to know about.

This dump was, however, the perfect place to start out a child-in-training. Full of victims, it was just the sort of area that they could cause total chaos in and would not be bothered by the interruption of law enforcement. Spike continued to watch closely. He knew what would happen next. Right on schedule the door was opened again. This time violently
by the kick of a steel toed leather boot.

"Sherry! You fucking bitch! Can't you keep your fucking cunt in your pants for five minutes?"

The obvious lack of logic in that statement was dismissed by all involved. With his erect cock still protruding from his jeans and chaps, the searcher of said cunt took off down the alley at a dead run leaving Sherry and her Big Daddy alone.

"One down, one to go." Spike mumbled under his breath.

"Get your skanky, stinkin' pussy back inside and try not to have anybody in it before I get there. I gotta piss about a quart of that fuckin' cheap ass beer."

Jerking the door open he shoved her inside as she screamed out "Bastard!" to his answering "Bitch!"

Returning to the side, he fumbled about to get his pants unzipped and his cock freed. A task made even more difficult by the fact that he had only one usable hand.

"That's him, love. That's the one. Scoot off now like a good little vamp and claim your spoils."

Xander squinted at his potential victim. "His arm is in a cast and his head has been stitched up. Wonder what happened to him? Looks like someone already beat the crap out of him. That wouldn't be very sporting of me would it Sire?"

Spike appeared aghast. "Would I suggest you do anything against the rules in the vampire handbook? I'm shocked. I'll have you know that chapter five, article six, clearly states that any potential victim is fair game and responsible for his own defense despite any physical handicaps. Sides, I'm only thinking of you in all this. Less chance of him staking you if he can only use one arm. Only thinking of you, love. Always only you."

Spike pouted at the suspicious nature of his childe. He batted his eyes and tried to look innocent.

Immediately contrite, Xander flung himself into Spike's arms. "I'm sorry Sire. You are too good to me. I love you. I'll make you proud. I'll go right over there and bite him. No screw ups this time. I promise."

With a quick, sloppy kiss, Xander jumped from the car.

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