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.
"So let me get this straight." Willy eyed her on the other side of the bar counter. "I've been beaten, taunted, harassed, stalked, tortured..." he raised an eyebrow. "And I'm going to tell you because...?"
"Because I asked. Nicely." Chloe replied, cradling her drink as she ignored the bar, which wasn't as full as it usually was thanks to the fact that the vampires were out having a good time during the eclipse.
"You'll have to sweeten the deal better than that." Willy waggled his eyebrows. "I've faced torture of every kind. Why would your pretty greens convince me to get on the bad side of Mohra?"
Chloe's gaze went to the demons drinking in the bar before returning to Willy, taking the moment to figure out how she was going to play this. "You know the blood that runs through my veins. You know that I have two master vampires on my side." She took a sip of her drink. "I can make it so that what you've been going through seems like being tickled."
"Awwwwww." Willy sneered. "You're so cute when you try to be intimidating." He leaned further. "Leave the threats to Spike and Angel sweetcheeks. This whole badass act don't suit you."
His condescending tone grated on her nerves, causing her to tighten her grip on her cup. "Sit."
"I don't think so sweetheart." His sneer grew. "I've heard about you. You're the defective Carter. You don't-."
Her anger grew. "I said sit down
and shut up
Willy's eyes widened right before he disappeared from sight.
Chloe's eyes widened and she got up, gazing down at Willy as he sat on his ass on the floor. "What are you doing?"
He opened his mouth...but nothing came out.
An odd sensation, a heat, slowly made its way down her spine.
Was he making fun of her? Of the "defective Carter" whose inadequacy was so well known that even scum like him knew it?
Her eyes narrowed, anger simmering in her. She mightn't have been Lois on the richter-scale of powerhousedom, but dammit she'd been a part of Drawing Down the friggin Queen of Sheba from the Higher Planes where the freaking Powers That Be had had her! She would not be treated like this by this dirtbag!
"You wanna play like that?" She hissed, sending the demons in the bar watching curiously. "No one
is going to move until you tell me what I want to know."
She failed to notice the demons going still in their seats.
Willy pointed to his mouth and moved his lips, nothing coming out, eyes wide as he played his part perfectly.
"Do you know who was the reason everyone in this bar isn't Solomon's buttmonkey anymore?" She snapped, sick and tired of everything and everyone and never being given any credit. "Sure, Lois was the host, but I didn't just sit down twiddling thumbs
That warmth continued to heat her spine, slowly bleeding into the rest of her body
She noticed Willy when he began twiddling his thumbs almost manically, and that pissed her off even more. "Stop it."
At least they were getting somewhere now.
"So, let's be honest, I'm not intimidating you power-wise." A muscle jumped in her cheek at that. "Sadly we both know that my powers aren't up to par with the Carter lineage." She sneered the word, gulping around the knot in her throat. "You should be glad I'm not the strongest of my class so to say. If I was...I'd make you feel fire beneath your skin like molten lava
A strange buzzing feeling hummed around her.
Willy's eyes widened and his body began to jerk. His mouth opened as if he was screaming but no sound came out of him. His skin was even reddening from the force he was putting into this whole thing.
It pissed Chloe off even more.
Just how far was this asshole going to go to make fun of her?
"So if I don't scare you power-wise, and no one else scares you physically, I can only find one other way." She ignored the way his body twitched, his skin going red from the exertion as his mouth opened in wordless screams. "If you don't tell me what I need to know about the Mohra, their deal about Lois, and anything else you might think could interest me, I will shut this place down." Sure, it seemed like a stupid threat considering, but Willy valued his money, and this was the only place they had yet to hit. "I'll take your pension, if you have any. I'll shut this little hole in the ground down. You'll never own anything again. Not a bar. Not a house. Not a car. Not a cardboard box in the alley." She downed the drink, fighting the tipsiness that came over her. "You don't want that, do you Willy?"
He shook his head rapidly, desperately.
Chloe paused, wondering if that was true fear in his eyes or if it was the alcohol in her system that made her believe that.
He continued to writhe and motion jerkily, and grow redder and redder.
!" Chloe snapped, watching as he fell limply on the ground, taking rapid breaths. "Look Willy, I don't have all day to lose watching you play the fool. So talk
and we can all
go back to how we were before."
The tips of her fingers felt extra sensitive, in her shoes her toes curled slightly.
"A c-couple of months ago this Mohra came into town." Willy's voice was shaky, raspy...obviously the threat to his seedy little joint had worked. "Started asking questions about the witches in town. The questions were vague at first and then he started asking about your mother."
Chloe eyes narrowed.
What did Moira have to do with all of this?
"You know, the Carter lineage, it goes back." Willy didn't even seem to want to get off from the floor, hugging himself. "I'm no witch ancestry tracer or nothing but people talk, and from what I hear Carter blood comes from one of the first witches. And that means the bloodline is one of the purer ones connected to magic that comes straight from its source and isn't diluted like the rest. Blood like that's heady stuff. You can get bucketloads on the black market for a pint if you know what I mean."
Chloe narrowed her eyes at him.
He looked away quickly, hugging himself tighter. "I-I-I asked the Mohra why he was so interested. You know me. I like to know these things."
There was movement at the doors and Chloe looked up when they opened, not surprised to see Spike and Angel strutting into the place and pausing when they saw the demons around her so subdued and her actually talking to Willy. She'd figured Mike Lowell might be trailing her and would tell Spike, and with the eclipse the vampires would be able to make it to the bar with no problem. It was one of the reasons why she'd been impatient to get Willy to stop playing around.
"He told me to mind my own business if I wanted to keep my nose." Willy continued on, looking at the ground and thus not noticing when Spike and Angel arrived, one on each of her sides, sharing a confused look as to what was going on. "But he did use the phone a couple of times to talk to his employer, and from what I could understand, he'd been sent here as a scout. There was a power growing in these parts that someone was very interested in, and it had to do with old blood."
"Carter blood." Chloe sighed, nodding.
"Thing is, there were three Carters in Sunnydale." Willy replied. "There was a test, a hit placed on all of you...and all of you survived."
Chloe's eyes narrowed. "My mother was attacked by Mohras too?"
"It's what I'm guessing." Willy nodded. "Then your cousin beat the shit out of the ones coming for you two and the ones that were watching knew she had to be the power they were looking for. Even as she was dying she'd channeled her energy through the hands you'd been holding, and did in the one about to finish the job."
Chloe sat there, remembering that night.
She'd always wondered about the incredibly strong and raw power she'd felt surge through her at that moment, had wondered what the hell that had been...it'd never occurred to her that it'd been from Lois. But it made so much sense now she felt so stupid for not having realized this before. Her cousin was truly awe-inspiring. The power that'd come through Chloe for that moment, it'd left her breathless and filled with adrenaline and fire.
If that was something Lois felt daily, well, Chloe knew she'd never be able to catch up with her cousin.
A part of her was proud of Lois, and another part of her mourned for herself.
Angel must have sensed it somehow, because her wrapped her in his arms from behind. He was comforting just to have near, and when he pulled her hair over her shoulder to bare her neck to his lips, Chloe's own parted in both shock and pleasure.
"So what exactly do they want the girl for then, eh, Willy?" Spike jumped over the counter and went for some of 'the good stuff', filling three shot glasses and sending two sliding across the counter towards Chloe and Angel. "What good is she dead to them?"
Angel held the shot glass but didn't do anything else.
Chloe downed her shot and then made a face, that tipsiness growing and mixing with that other, unrecognizable feeling.
"That's just it." Willy squeaked. "I'm not too sure they actually want her dead." He flinched. "Don't ask me what they have planned because I know jacksquat, but I'm more than sure they want her alive."
Spike downed his shot and threw the glass on the ground, breaking it as he surged and grabbed Willy by his shirt, yanking him up as his face went demonic. "You bloody wanker! You lied to me!"
"No! I didn't! I told you the truth about the hit!" Willy swore frantically. "I just failed to mention that the hit had already happened!" He turned to look at Chloe. "I swear I'm not lying! It's all I know! It is! I swear it!"
"Pet...?" Spike froze and turned to look at Chloe, face melting back to its humanity. "What did you do to the bloke? He's bloody close to wetting himself."
"We talked." She replied, glad to know that from now on one had to threaten the damned bar to get Willy to talk. "Now please put him down?"
Spike pouted. "But he's squirming so nicely. Like a worm on a hook."
Angel finally downed his shot.
Spike gazed at Chloe before sighing and letting Willy go, brushing his hands together. "You're not worth it mate."
"We should probably go." Chloe announced, turning her attention back to Willy. "If you find out anything-."
"Don't say it! Please
don't say anything
!" Willy squeaked, hands up. "I'll let you know anything I find out!"
Wow, he really did bend over backwards once you threatened this piece of shit place!
Chloe grinned, oddly warm and buzzing with...something...under her skin. "Of course you will."
Angel and Spike shared confused yet intrigued looks over her head.
Moira Sullivan was unable to concentrate on the grimoires spread out in front of her. Her mind was on the rumors that'd been circulating throughout the hellmouth the last couple of weeks, and how things had escalated over the last couple of days. The Mohra arriving had just shown her that the time really was drawing nigh, and that her grandmother had been right when she'd told the clan that in the next couple of generations it would happen. Many had thought that Moira would be the one. She was the strongest, had always been, and yet she'd lived passed the time set and it'd been proven that it wasn't her.
She was still somewhat soured from the disappointment.
She'd been sure then that it had to be her daughter, only someone from her bloodline should be the one.
And yet Ella's eldest had instead excelled.
It still ticked Moira off that her own child proved so...weak.
But it didn't matter.
The time was drawing near and Lois was obviously the one.
Hadn't she single-handedly defeated a group of Mohra?
Hadn't she also-if rumors can be believed-Drawn Down and played host to a Greater Power?
There was no doubt in Moira's mind that Lois was the one. It was why she pushed the girl even though she was weakened from being a host and channeling such power as was necessary to defeat Solomon. Makeda couldn't have been Drawn Down by just anyone, she would have fought hands and nails to stay where she was. It meant she was forced down, and that indicated a power more...everything...than Moira could have ever hoped for.
Yes, the proof was piling up.
Now, if there was to be any hope, Moira had to ready Lois for what was ahead.
Good thing the child had decided on going lesbian and seemed quite interested in that human girl she hung around with.
Gods knew what would happen if she felt attraction in return to the demons she would no doubt attract.
And the gods preserve them should she ever consummate a relationship with them.
Moira shook her head.
It was why she needed to kill the demons who could be a threat to everything, the ones who'd be drawn to her.
And from her calculations, there were only two demons in Sunnydale who would be strong enough to be affected.
That was why she was going to find wherever Angelus and William the Bloody were holed up, and she was going to kill them.
Whatever was powering the eclipse was beginning to mess with the phones as well.
That, of course, was never a good sign.
It also meant that Angel had had to go to try and find where Lois and Buffy were patrolling and inform them personally of the news they'd uncovered. Chloe wanted to go but both Spike and Angel had insisted she stay safely inside their home, and since Angel didn't exactly trust Spike to give the right message (or not get 'distracted' on the way to deliver the message) he'd volunteered to go himself.
Chloe felt a little dizzy and yet not really drunk or even tipsy anymore as she lay on the carpet in the living room, somewhat feverish. She'd begun feeling this buzzing under her skin once they'd left Willy's, and it'd only grown during the time she laid languidly on the floor. It didn't help that ever since her conversation with Lois she'd felt both aroused and curious. Also, she'd realized that Lois wouldn't shun or feel disgusted at her if anything...and then there was Spike's whole scratching each other's itch speech.
Her mind drifted to her fantasy of both Spike and Angel, yet pushed it away, knowing that it wouldn't be fair to put Angel's soul in danger like that...
A blush began to climb up her neck as she allowed her thoughts to lead her down that path.
They were alone in the mansion...
"Bloody hot in here." Spike complained around a bloodpop as he returned from the kitchen, bringing her one of her own. "Something's got to be wrong with the AC."
"You know its the hellmouth energy reacting to whatever's going on." Chloe accepted the bloodpop he handed her and gave the juicy ice treat a deliberate lick before sucking on the tip.
Spike, eyeing her, nearly missed the chair.
She flushed hotter, embarrassed, not really sure she was doing or ready for the consequences.
Spike took a moment, just eyeing her as he sucked on his blood treat, before smirking. "You know luv, you really intimidated Good Ol Willy."
She felt oddly proud.
"He was close to pissing himself." Spike eyed her intently. "It was hot."
Pleasure filled her at the compliment and she smiled, ducking her gaze. "It was only a matter of time before we found out what exactly to use against him."
"Still...realty?" Spike stood suddenly, going to stand over her. "Never would have thought about that one."
"I was floundering in my 'I'm intimidating watch me roar' plan." Chloe admitted, subconsciously laying completely on her back as she gazed up at him threw half-ladened eyes. "I had to change my game plan and instinct took me in that direction."
"Instinct." In one fluid movement Spike was straddling her, gaze intense and laced with gold.
Chloe dropped her icepop and her breath came out with a gasp as she felt him, her chest rising and falling. "Instinct."
Spike's lips curled in an evil little smile that had her heart fluttering. "What does your instinct tell you now, little Bit?" He lowered the bloodpop, tracing it against the line of skin revealed between the top of her skirt and edges of her shirt.
The cold sensation caused her to shiver...as did the look in his eyes. "Spike?"
"Hmmmmm?" He smirked down at her as he trailed the bloodpop slowly up her body, the movement raising the hem of her shirt.
"I'm itching." She hoped to god he got the reference and didn't think she was breaking out into hives.
That would ruin the mood completely!
Spike froze for a second, before his smile was utter sex. "Good thing for you, Ducks, I'm an expert at scratching."
Chloe smiled back. "I'll just have to judge that for myself, won't I?"
"A challenge." Spike flung the bloodpop before him and grabbed her shirt, tearing it and the bra beneath in half with one fluid movement. "Don't bite off more than you can chew. Not for our first time at least." He bent down, licking the crimson trail his bloodpop and left on her pale skin.
Chloe whimpered, heart racing. "Spike..."
His breath fanned over her hard pink nipples, his tongue tasting one and then another, hissing in pleasure. "You taste sweet luv..." he swooped down and captured a nipple, teasing it between his teeth.
"Oh..." Chloe grabbed at his shirt, squirming as the sensations wracked her body.
Spike growled as her squirms caused her to brush against his hardness straining against his pants. "Slow down little princess...I'm trying not to make this just a fuck but you're pushing me." He gave her breast a punishing suck, nipping her nipple and then pausing when he heard the groan escaping her lips...smelt her arousal growing. "But you'd like that, wouldn't you? You want a fuck." He released her breast and lay over her, smiling tauntingly as he gazed into her face and gave a little thrust against her. "You want my dick badly."
"Spike!" Chloe was both horrified and aroused beyond belief, feeling tortured as he rubbed against her heat over the material of her underwear. He was clearly enjoying the painfully torturous effect he was having on her. "Asshole!"
His smile was dark. "Next time."
Chloe barely had time to process that promise before suddenly he was kissing her long and hard, his face changing and fangs descending as he sliced a cut on his tongue. Like with Angel before for a moment she paused yet then accepted the offering as his face returned human. She didn't understand what the giving of their own blood meant, but considering blood was life to vampires she knew this wasn't just something they'd do with anyone and she cherished the proof that she was special. Even if only to them.
"Tell me you want me." Spike ordered against her lips in between each deep kiss. "Tell me what you want me to do."
"I want you Spike." Chloe begged, shivering in both virginal fear and wanton desire. "I want you to...I want you to...to...fuck...me."
He smiled against her lips. "Again."
"Again." He ordered, eyes a molten gold, close to his shift yet keeping himself human.
"Fuck me." She whispered.
He yanked himself off of her and gathered himself at the vee of her thighs, shredding her underwear in his haste. "Bloody damned-." and then two fingers slid inside of her wet passage, and both reacted with a hiss. "So tight...so bloody tight. My little virgin." Spike worked his fingers within her, using his other hand to fight with his belt. "I'm gonna rip you apart...gonna tear inside of you and ruin you for anyone else."
She should be scared with those threats but Chloe found herself growing wetter as she moved her hips, bucking against his fingers. Her body could remember the pleasure he'd brought her to before, remembered the way she'd been surrounded by that molten hot pleasure, and it craved it viciously. "Yesssss."
"Oh fuck you want me to do that!" Spike barked throaty laughter, the gold growing stronger in his eyes. "You want me to take you like a bitch in heat on the floor." His fingers instead of her were pushing harder, more unforgiving. "No bed and rose petals for my naughty little princess."
"Spike..." Chloe cried, arching her back, desperate as his fingers tortured her. "You're killing me!"
"Not yet I'm not." He hissed, finally freeing himself. "Fuck this."
Chloe's eyes widened as she gazed at him.
Would that even fit inside of her?
He really was going to rip her apart!
With a snarl Spike yanked out his fingers and used the wetness dripping from them to lubricate himself before aligning himself with her. "Hard and fast or slow and easy luv? Tell me now while I have some control left."
She had no idea which would be better, though she figured the quicker it was the less painful it would be. "Fast and hard."
Spike smirked. "That's my girl."
And then with one harsh shove he was buried deep inside of her.
The pain that ricochetted through her body was breathtaking, and Chloe's scream was muffled by Spike's mouth on hers as he settled above her, resting his weight on his elbows. Chloe dug her fingers into his skin, drawing blood as she rode through the aftershocks of the pain, a complaint moaned into her mouth as the vampire began to move inside of her. It was painful, it was uncomfortable...and yet Spike's tongue distracted her throughout the awkwardness in the beginning.
And then the pain began to subside and a shiver of pleasure glided down her spine.
Electricity gathered around her fingertips as she tightened her hold on Spike, sending jolts into him that caused the vampire to groan and buck harder inside of her.
"Whatever that is..." Spike grit his teeth. "Don't stop."
She couldn't stop even if she wanted to!
The buzz that'd descended her since Willy's intensified, humming in her ear.
"Oh fuck!" Spike groaned, face finally completing the shift to demon. "Fuck Bit!"
Chloe could only whimper, fire in her veins, pleasure overriding any lingering discomfort and shoot throughout her body. She felt surrounded in this blanket of white heat, that same sensation coiling in her stomach, promising her the pleasure she'd felt before at his hands. "Oh gods Spike...gods...gods...!"
"Yeah Bit?" He groaned, shifting to thrust at a new angle, increasing the numbing pleasure. "You like that?"
Chloe's only response was to pull him down closer and nibble her way up his jaw.
"Such sharp little teeth." Spike chuckled, angling his head to grant her better access. "Bite me. Hard."
She hesitated only a second before bringing her lips to his neck and biting down.
"Harder." Spike groaned.
She broke through skin, tasting his blood.
"Oh bleeding hell!" He groaned in pleasure, thrusting harder, faster, more desperate.
That coil within her tightened viciously as she grew more and more sensitive, whimpering as she licked at the wound she'd inflicted on him. "You like that?"
His laugh was a growl. "Baby speaks."
On instinct, Chloe wrapped her legs around Spike, hissing as he slid in deeper. "I need...more..."
"I love a challenge." Spike flashed her an evil smile before pulling her head to the side and burying his fangs into his claiming marks in her neck.
Chloe screamed as the second's pain gave way to immense, blinding pleasure, the light-bulbs in the room exploding simultaneously as the coil in her stomach snapped and all was molten heat and numbing pleasure.
Moira shot up as the explosion of power sent ripples through the already charged atmosphere.
What the hell was that?
It almost seemed as if a seal of some sort which had been containing something had been broken and the power escaped.
Wariness filled her.
What the hell had just been unleashed?