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Fic: Man's best friend (6/?)

Title: Man’s best friend
Author:Lore
Rating:NC17
Summary: Imagine a world where vampires are tamed and kept as pets by slayers and other humans alike. Then imagine a young slayer called Buffy Summers who along with her mom goes to buy her very first petvampire. Now who could possibly say no to the blond cutie in the glass box.
Pairing: Buffy/Spike, undertones of Angel/Spike
Warnings: Non-con, brainwashing, dehumanisation, ...










In the jungle the mighty jungle the lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle the mighty jungle the lion sleeps tonight

Near the village the peaceful village the lion sleeps tonight
Near the village the peaceful village the lion sleeps tonight

Hush my darling don’t cry my darling the lion sleeps tonight
Hush my darling don’t fear my darling the lion sleeps tonight






Buffy sat down on the ground next to William’s pallet in the basement. The vet had sedated him for the check up and he was still sleeping off the drugs. Buffy wanted to hug him and tell him she was sorry for hurting him. The vet said he was all right, that as well fed as he was, he’d been healed before he’d even gotten here. That didn’t make it better. She could hear Dawn upstairs, asking mom that she could get to see William. Mom said she had to wait a bit, that William needed his rest. As if even Dawn could get him to wake up now.

Buffy had nearly hit the demon veterinarian when he told them they were spoiling William, that he didn’t need near half as much blood as he was getting and that a little blood loss had never harmed a vampire before. That in fact, they liked it. She’d asked him why William hadn’t told her she was hurting him. He’d just snorted, told her that that was a good sign, proof that at least his training was still fully functioning. Vampires couldn’t say no. Not where sex was concerned. It was one of their main functions after all, and you can’t have a vampire deciding not to serve his or her master just because they had a headache.

In fact, they were supposed to encourage any sexual act, beg for it if necessary. It made her shudder, just thinking of what some people might have done to the poor vampire. Any vampire coming from the ASACV would have to have been treated pretty bad before the cops intervened.

Worst part was, she’d known all that, but she’d forgotten it when it mattered. William might have said he liked her touching him, but what if he didn’t. What if she’d forced herself on him and he’d hated it. She’d hurt him, forced him… and he couldn’t say no…

“It’s rape.” Xander’s voice told her inside her head. “Using a sentient creature for sex without them being able to say no or refuse. Even if you don’t have to force them down, the fact that they don’t have a choice about it still makes it rape.”

William’s sleep was restless, moaning about something, calling out a name.
”Drusilla”, he was crying in his sleep.

She took the knife that she’d grabbed from the kitchen and carefully cut herself in her hand before holding it over William’s lips. It was the only thing she could do to even somehow start to make it up to him. He sucked greedily on the wound, licking her fingertips. She softly pulled back and watched him turn over. His dreams even more restless.

I’m sorry…



*****



William could feel the fairy lady hold his hand as they ran through a meadow full of flowers, trampling them in their pleasure as he chased her through their garden. She mewled for him and he dragged her closer to a kiss. Lifting her up as he danced with her amidst the daisies and the roses.

“Come sing for miss Edith” the fairy lady said and he kneeled down before her singing a song with words beyond his knowing. She smiled and the doll stared at them from the top of the tree. It’s eyes a cruel mockery of peace, dark eyes that bled holy tears.

He lay down in the flowers and he plucked one of them, it’s heart looked like that of a child and he offered it to his lady. She plucked off the petals: “Do you love me, do you not.” She giggled and ran. He tried to run after her and watched as the flower fell. Down and down till he saw a child’s face looking back at him. It’s throat cut and blood seeping from wounds of its torn out digits.

He took a step back and noticed the grey of the valley. All over were bodies, empty eyes staring at him in reproach. But he didn’t get it. Hadn’t he been in the valley just a moment before? Where did the sun go and why was the moon crying as it danced over him.

“There he is!”

He stared up and saw a pack of hunters pointing his way. He was the wolf that had slain their sheep and he fell down on four legs, running for his life. Running through trees with terrified faces, running through rivers of blood, until finally a trap snapped around his foot and he screamed to the heavens begging for freedom.

The hunters grabbed him, pulling him by his legs, his lips kissing gravel as he crawled his talons in the floor, desperate to stay in place. They tore him loose. Killing him in degrees, until he could do no more than to lay there on his back with his legs wide open. Long since waiting for salvation. And all the while Miss Edith stared at him from the tree, calling him a fool.

One of the hunters leaned over him, his face familiar, so familiar, his fangs gleaming.
”There there boy, you’ll be safe soon.” And a collar snapped around his throat right before sire threw him over his shoulder.

And the fairy lady stood in the shadows, her face hidden, he couldn’t remember. She was effulgent.




******




On the pallet a vampire opened his eyes, golden. Buffy didn’t see it. She was heading upstairs. And William stared at her back like a trapped animal looking at a cage. He growled, she thought it was his dream and didn’t turn back. Spike was waking up, not yet fully awaken, but his slumber grew ever more restless.




tbc
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