Title: How To Tame Your Vampires
Sequel to: Bloodline
Pairings: Chloe/Angel/Spike, Lois/?
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Because of the family curse Chloe was supposed to join her cousin in the quest to find a girlfriend in Sunnydale, and yet somehow, instead of a girlfriend, Chloe finds herself living with two 'defective' vampires who both mark their Intent on her neck...and seem to be wrapped around her little finger.
Chloe had wondered what stores would be open in the middle of the night, and that was when she was let into the fact that many of the big franchises not only knew about demons, but accommodated them as well. That was why they were in the large, posh furniture store, being served by the humans and demons who'd stayed behind to take care of them. The blonde was quite awkward, not used to this treatment at all, while Angel seemed used to it and Spike relished it. They were served blood (coke for her) and Chloe had nearly choked on her coke when she'd started eyeing the prices of the furniture.
She'd wanted to rush out of the place immediately, but both Angel and Spike had grabbed her and kept her back, letting her know that this was short change for them.
The human had just looked up at them in horror.
How in the world could prices like that be 'short change' for them?
She was also uncomfortable with the way the attendants looked at her.
They were always looking at her.
It unnerved her.
She just wanted to go.
Spike embraced her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Its a fine bed."
Chloe gulped, looking up from the bed she'd been eyeing.
It was large.
"California king." Spike murmured, turning his head to nibble on her neck. "Perfect for your room."
"I-." Chloe's gaze went to Angel, who was watching them with a raised eyebrow while sipping a cup of blood. "I don't-I don't think I need something that big." She cleared her throat, knowing better than to fight with Spike when they were in the presence of other demons. "That one over there is big enough."
"Nonsense." Spike murmured against her skin, hands going to grab her hips, pulling her harder against him. "No way 'Gelus and I could fit on that comfortably with you."
Chloe's eyes widened, a blush darkening her face.
She-she really needed to talk to those two about this whole thing!
But she couldn't...not here.
Chloe had studied enough about vampires to know that they were very pompous creatures, and very prideful. If she did something to embarrass them in front of these other demons, who seemed to worship Spike and Angel, then she knew that she would not get off as easy as she had last time. And even if, by some miracle, Spike and Angel let her live, she doubted these other demons would for 'disrespecting' the vampires they obviously looked up to and admired.
But she needed to seriously have a talk with Angel and Spike once they got home.
She didn't understand any of this.
Or why they were acting this way.
Angel might be experiencing some sort of Florence Nightingale Syndrome, thinking he was in love with her while he was actually just really grateful to her for taking care of him and tending to him while he was weak and injured and scared.
Spike...Spike had more or less told her that something about her body made him want to fuck her, and she sometimes thought it was a mixture of the fact that he knew she was a virgin and wanted to corrupt that-and sibling rivalry with Angel-wanting to have what Angel wanted.
Or what Angel thought he wanted.
Whatever it was...Chloe knew that it couldn't be love.
Not true love.
And she wasn't going to sleep with vampires who didn't love her.
Who didn't have a reason to love her.
She wasn't going to sleep with anyone who didn't love her.
But dammit...she was tempted!
She was very tempted!
In fact, as they continued with the shopping trip, picking furniture for the whole house, Chloe felt as if she was in a continued state of arousal. If it wasn't Spike who touched or caressed her, it was Angel, and between them both they had her dizzy. Once or twice she got the distinct feeling that they were doing it on purpose, that between the two of them they were...using her body against her...as if seducing her into the idea of two lovers.
And that was ridiculous.
Chloe needed to set the record straight and then find herself a girlfriend.
Anyone would do.
"Wait, where are we going now?" Chloe asked, confused, as she realized that the DeSoto was not headed back in the direction of Sunnydale.
"You need more than just the furniture, don't you?" Spike asked innocently from the driver's seat. "We're going to go buy sheets, proper plates, anything else you want."
"You mean need." Chloe frowned in the backseat.
"Want." Angel corrected from the front passenger's seat.
"We need to talk." Chloe leaned forwards, eyeing the backs of their heads.
"Never a good conversational opener." Spike muttered around his cigarette.
Nevertheless, Spike pulled over at the first opportunity they had, which was actually in the underground parking lot of the next store they'd been headed to in the first place.
The parking lot was dark and empty except for their car.
The three exited the car, Spike puffing out smoke, Angel leaning against the vehicle, and Chloe hugging herself as she eyed them and tried to figure out how exactly to word this.
"Spit it out, bit." Spike dropped his fag and crushed it under his boots, the smoke escaping his lips in a surprisingly sensual way.
Chloe had never liked smoking.
And yet the vampire had managed to somehow make it look appealing.
She wondered if his kiss would taste like nicotine.
Shaking her head, reminding herself desperately that those kinda thoughts could only get her into a lot of trouble, Chloe cleared her throat and looked up at the vampires. "Is there a way to undo your Claim?"
Angel's eyes narrowed. "No."
Spike raised an eyebrow. "Liar."
Angel snarled at him.
Spike chuckled, shaking his head. "Really 'Gelus, you should be more truthful with the girl." He turned to Chloe. "There is a way to undo the Claim. Both of them, actually."
Chloe blinked, waiting for more, and yet when he didn't continue she narrowed her eyes. "What is it?"
" 'Mnot telling you." Spike taunted.
"What?" Chloe gasped, confused and frustrated. "Why not?"
"Because I plan on being hilt deep inside your luscious lil' body." Spike replied with a scoff, as if this should be obvious.
Chloe went beet red, turning to Angel, unable to look at Spike at this moment. "Angel. You have to see reason and make this idiot see some too."
"Oy! I take offense to that term!" Spike cried.
Chloe and Angel both ignored him, gazes locked in an intense battle.
The vampire leaned harder against the DeSoto. "No."
"Why?" Chloe threw her hands in the air, blushing and flustered and confused. "Why do you two have to have me Marked to Mate? I can understand that living in close quarters breeds sexual tension, but you've said it yourself, sex and mating is different. You don't need to Mark me to have sex with me!"
She then went even redder, realizing just what she'd said.
"No." Angel agreed, voice dark. "But I need to Mark you so that no one else does."
Chloe froze, heart racing.
"You don't seem to get it, luv." Spike announced, taking a step towards her. "Vampires don't just Mark any bint whose skirt they wanna lift. Especially not if the vampire's from the blood of Aurelius, of the Master. There's a certain standard that has to be upheld. We are one of the most powerful, if not the most powerful, bloodlines."
Chloe frowned in confusion. "What are you saying?"
"The Master is dead, Darla is dead, Dru...is dead." Spike gazed down at the mention of his sire and long-time love. "There are very few left in the Aurelius bloodline, and 'Gelus and I are by far the strongest."
The blond still wasn't seeing where this was going.
"With those Marks on your neck no vampire will dare touch you." Angel sneered. "No demon either. They know that to touch you would be to incur our wrath."
Chloe's hand went to her throat.
So basically, Angel and Spike were protecting her.
She was taking care of them, giving them home and blood, and they were protecting her as well by having their Marks on her neck.
Any vampire or demon who saw her would know that they'd both laid a Claim on her, and Spike had just said that vampires didn't just Claim anyone, especially not those from the Aurelius bloodline. The demons and vampires would know she was important to the two Master Vampires, and knew that if they touched her, William the Bloody and Angelus the Angel-faced Killer wouldn't rest until they begged for death.
"You're protecting me." Chloe whispered, shocked.
The two most bloodthirsty demons in history were protecting her.
"Why?" Chloe shook her head. "That's-that's a stupid question, let me rephrase it." She took in a deep breath. "Isn't there another way to show that I'm under your protection? Without the Marks?"
Suddenly, Angel snapped, face shifting to demonic as he grabbed her and yanked her towards him, turning them around so that he slammed her back into the car and plastered his body against hers. "Why do you find the thought of being Mated to me so undesirable?"
Chloe gulped, trapped between the DeSoto and a pissed off vampire. "Why would you two want to be Mated to me?" She pushed Angel away, surprised to find that she wasn't scared of him at all. "I don't understand it. Especially from Spike."
Spike, who was lighting another cigarette, raised an eyebrow. "Why is it so hard for you to believe that we do?"
"Because it's out of the blue!" Chloe snapped at him. "Angel I can kinda understand! I've known him for two months, and most of that time I spent taking care of him while he was healing. He could have easily developed that syndrome where the patient gets confused and thinks he's in love with the person who took care of him when he's actually just really grateful."
"That is stupid." Angel glared at her.
She ignored him.
"And you!" She turned to Spike. "I've only known you a couple of days! DAYS! As in not even a week!"
"Sometimes it takes only seconds." Spike replied.
"For what?" She narrowed her eyes.
"To know." The vampire replied, refusing to say anything else.
And yet Chloe didn't need him to.
She eyed him in shock. "Dru-."
"Is dead." Spike finished, gaze lowering to his combat boots before his baby blues caught and held hers intensely. "And I would be too if you hadn't taken pity on a vampire who'd just tried to kill you, and not only offered him food, but shelter."
Chloe couldn't look away from Spike, from the intensity of his face, of his eyes.
"I-I'm cursed." The blonde finally admitted, unable to understand why, but she really needed them to know this. "I've been cursed since I was born but it didn't activate until my sixteenth birthday."
"What?" Angel snarled.
Spike's eyes narrowed. "Start talking, luv."
Leaning back against the DeSoto, hugging herself, Chloe took in a deep breath and began from the beginning, letting the vampire in on the curse of her own bloodline.