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Disturbia 2/3 
9th-Nov-2009 10:25 pm
shadowglove88



Title: Disturbia
Characters: Spike, Chloe Sullivan, Drusilla, Moira Sullivan
Fandoms: Smallville/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: T
Diclaimer: Don't own either shows
Summary: It's been years since Spike and Dru have seen Dru's human pet, Moira Lane, and Spike isn't too thrilled when suddenly Dru wants to go visit her. But then he meets 8 year old Chloe, and suddenly he's never been more confused or disturbed in his life/unlife
Written for my Paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt of the day #10: Phantom Hitchhicker
Wanna thank theshortemberlight for doing the rocking chloe/spike video for me that helped inspire me to finish this! You can see it at:
www.youtube.com/watch
Note: Paving The Way For Future Chloe/Spike.


They’d spent three weeks so far in the Sullivan household, and Spike and Dru met Gabe Sullivan, the idiot that’d married the bint. Spike had wondered if he was fair game, I mean, it wasn’t like he was Dru’s charge, and he didn’t exactly amuse Spike like Chloe did…but Dru had ordered him to play nice with the man.

In the end Spike decided that the guy wasn’t good enough to consume. He’d pissed himself when he’d first come home to the demons wearing their true face, the smell of urine saturating the air and fouling it up had permanently turned Spike off of the thought of eating him.

At the time Moira had been listening to Dru speak, frowning as she kept sending little glances at Spike. The vampire had been sitting on the sofa, Chloe having climbed up on his lap and sat facing him, tracing her hands over his demon’s face in fascination.

And he had to admit it.

He enjoyed the feeling of the soft warm flesh against his.

Despite being the Big Bad, the fiercest, most feared vampire around, he enjoyed having the child dote and fawn over him, following him up and down like a little puppy. And now that his bite mark was on her wrist it seemed like a mark of possession somehow, and he wondered if this was how Dru felt about the bint.

Spike enjoyed death and torture just as much as the next vampire, but this small human was his, he’d decided that, and if anyone so much as touched her he’d make that creature regret ever taking its first breath.

And then the father had come in, pissed himself, and fainted.

Moira and Chloe had hurried towards him, and neither Dru nor Spike had liked the attention being taken away from them, but had grudgingly accepted it.

From that night on Gabe kept to his room or stuttered uncontrollably while around the vampires.

It was pathetic.

Another thing that Spike didn’t like was the fact that during the days, when Moira took Chloe out, the girl’s heartbeat would race and she’d always turn to look at Spike right before the door would close, separating him from her. He felt as if the child was reaching out to him, asking him for help. And it disturbed him that she was asking for help for something that had to do with her mother.

Chloe was homeschooled, and when Spike said homeschooled he meant Moira left Chloe with the work and expected her to do it all by herself without any aide. It’d become routine for Spike to sit on the couch, watching some soap opera, while Chloe sat down on the floor next to him, going over her work and occasionally asking him for his help.

The first time she’d asked him this Spike had raised an eyebrow and snorted, but intrigued he’d sat down on the ground next to her and went over the work.

He’d been stumped.

It’d been a long time since he’d had to do anything similar.

He decided he agreed with Chloe.

Math was created by some sort of chaos demon with the sole intent of making the whole world miserable---and violently frustrated.

He got by English easily enough, and the sciences Chloe pretty much had down pat. It was the literature that they both enjoyed the most, and although Spike had tried his best to stay away from it, when he learnt for the child’s love of poetry he’d somehow gotten sucked back into that human fascination of his.

Ever since being sired, William the Bloody Awful Poet had stayed away from all things poetic like the plague, so that meant that he’d missed out on a lot of soddin’ good poets throughout the years.

But Chloe had many different volumes of poetry, and she eagerly shared them with him, showing him her favorites, and her own works as well.

She’d inspired him start writing poetry again.

Which Dru was quite happy of, and both females considered the word ‘Effulgent’ quite graceful.

Chloe would sit down and help him compose, or would sit at his feet and listen to his finished works with glee.

She was quickly becoming his favorite creature.

Other than his dark princess, of course.

She was so beautiful, so sweet, so endearing and made Spike feel as if he were the most fascinating creature ever created.

And yet, there were times, when her light dimmed to near disappearance.

And it was always after returning from wherever it was that she went with her mother during the days.

Chloe would never talk to him, never even look at him when she’d return from her trips. He found himself less and less watching the soap operas and more and more anxious, waiting for the two females to return, trying to identify the strange aroma on her as the child would rush up to her room and lock herself inside for hours at a time.

He watched as Chloe sat on the floor, playing listlessly with the food in the plate in front of her. She’d finally come out of her room, silent, distant, not looking at Spike and even flinching when he’d placed hand on her shoulder to try and get her attention.

It’d shocked him into silence, and he’d kept his distance, silent, watching the child and not the television. He was starving and yet he didn’t want to hunt. He didn’t want to leave the child, it was more than disturbing to see her tonight. She was worse than usual, the smell gone and replaced by soap, like it always was by the time she came downstairs.

Spike sent a glare towards the door, where Moira had left out through hours ago with Dru to take her to the clubs to hunt. He didn’t know how much more he could handle of this, and his dark killer was screaming to grab the child, and to shake her until she told him what was happening to her.

And yet that would scare her more than she already was.

Spike leaned back, listening to Gabe’s heartbeat from the bedroom, fangs wanting to descend face wanting to shift from his hunger.

“I’m hungry.”

Chloe froze.

He snarled.

He wouldn’t hurt her.

She was the only person in the whole world he wouldn’t hurt.

She should know it.

But she didn’t.

And that displeased him.

Spike stood. “Come.”

She nodded, standing, leaving her untouched food, and taking the hand he offered her. The child walked with him, hand shivering, as he led her out of the house towards his DeSoto from where it was parked outside.

He didn’t know why he was taking the girl with him on a hunt. She was already in a mentally fragile moment at the time, and a hunt was the last thing she needed to see, but he didn’t want her alone in the house.

He didn’t want her anywhere he couldn’t see her and know what was happening.

He was sick of her coming back more broken than the day before.

He was sick of waiting for hours for her to slowly return to the beaming little girl with laughter and sunshine that didn’t burn him.

“Strap yourself in.” He ordered, closing his door and strapping himself in.

“Yes Master Spike.” Her voice was soft, her gaze on the windshield, her movements mechanical.

It irritated him to near fury.

Spike tore out of the driveway and down the quiet street. He lit a fag and smoked, trying to calm himself, his confusion as to why he the Big Bad gave a shit about this pathetic little creature, making him evenangrier. His driving was reckless at best, and they had many near misses.

And yet the child didn’t even react to those.

And that pissed him off even more.

“What the bleedin’ fuck is going on with you?” He finally snapped, throwing his burnt down fag out the window once they’d reached the city’s limits a little while later.

“Have I displeased you?” She whispered, gaze on her hands, eyes blank.

He slammed his fist into the driver’s side window.

It broke on impact.

She didn’t react to the large boom or to the pieces of glass that exploded all around them.

“What is that fuckin’ cunt doing to you?” Spike wanted to know, pressing harder on the gas, hands clenching harder on the wheel at her silence. “Where do you go during the day? What is happening? What the sod is that stench on you when you return?”

Chloe’s eyes widened, beginning to tear up, her heart racing, and yet she didn’t answer.

“Answer dammit, or I’ll snap your bleedin’ neck!”

And that was the oddest thing.

She was terrified.

Yes.

But it was her way of expressing it that caught Spike’s attention.

The child’s eyes widened in horror, her hand flew to her neck, she pressed it against the turtleneck, and then pulled back, looking at her hand as if expecting to see something there.

Spike’s eyes suddenly narrowed.

Movement up ahead on the deserted highway caught his attention, and they saw a woman in a white dress standing by the side of the road.

Spike, despite going at such a breakneck speed, pressed down on the brakes, flooring, holding his arm out in front of Chloe to brace her for the jarring movement, coming to a stop in front of the woman.

He needed to feed now or his fury and bloodlust combined would make him do something he might regret later.

The woman didn’t seem worried at the suddenness of the stop, going to the backseat and opening the door, sliding in. “Take me home.”

Spike raised his eyebrow at her from the front. “Live close, luv?” He might need more blood than this bint could offer. If she had a family at home…

…Yeah, he could wait.

“A little ahead, down the small road to the right.” She whispered.

Chloe tensed.

Spike ignored her, driving once more, talking to the annoyingly vague woman because he liked a good conversation before he dined.

The vampire took the beaten little path off of the highway and followed it down into the darkness until finally they came upon a large, dark house.

Home.” The girl behind them whispered.

He parked in front of it and frowned.

Either the cunt lived alone or no one else was home all alone.

Either way he wasn’t going to be sated tonight with just her blood alone.

He turned to the woman, face shifting to his demon’s, only to find the backseat empty.

His eyes narrowed.

The doors hadn’t opened or closed.

How could she have just disappeared?

Spike turned to Chloe, who was still terribly tense. “Stay here.”

She was silent, eyes wide, looking at the dashboard.

Sending her a worried, confused look, Spike got out, locked the doors, and closed them. He looked inside the window of the back to make sure that the bint wasn’t hiding somewhere in the car, and after making sure that Chloe was alone and safe in the DeSoto he began to walk towards the house, cautious.

Was he dealing with a witch of some sorts?

Would be good.

Witch’s blood was better than ordinary blood.

Nothing compared to Chloe’s…but it would satisfy him.

“Here kitty kitty kitty.” He called, eyes peeled, alert, as he walked up the steps to the home’s porch, frowning. The place smelt of humidity and rust.

Not like a place that someone would be living in.

Or had been living in for quite some time.

He reached for the door.

It opened.

And there wasn’t a barrier at the door.

No one was living there.

More wary than he was before, he turned towards the car when suddenly something reached for him from the darkness of the house and dragged him inside.

The door flung shut on its own as Spike was thrown inside on the ground.

He snarled, golden eyes furious, as he picked himself up quickly, looking at the woman in front of him who’d dared treat him like that. The Master vampire charged at her, about to tear her throat out…when he went through her.

Stopping, he turned towards what could only be a ghost. “Bloody hell.”

The ghost charged him and knocked him to the ground, straddling him and pinning him down to the ground, face turning hideous. “You men…” She hissed in anger. “You never can keep a promise, never be faithful. You destroy any female you come into contact with! For that alone you deserve to die!”

“Sorry to tell you this luv,” Spike grunted, trying to overcome her hold on him and yet it was impossible. Means unseen were holding him down, and even if he could break free, it wasn’t as if he could overpower her. “But I’m already dead.”

He couldn’t even fucking touch her.

“Vampire.” She snarled the word before leaning closer so that their faces were nearly touching. “Don’t think I haven’t come up against your kind before. Any adulterer’s heart I can take out and any betrayer’s life, or unlife, I can end.”

Spike narrowed his eyes. “I’ve never been unfaithful to Dru.”

She sneered. It was hideous. “You will be. In a few years.”

He didn’t understand.

The door flew open, lightning lit the sky, outlining a small body. “Leave him alone.”

Spike’s eyes widened. “Chloe get the fuck back in the car!”

She ignored him for the first time since he’d met her. Shadows played around her as she continued to stand in the doorway, and rain began to fall from the sky. “Get the fuck off of him you bitch.”

Her voice was a snarl.

He blinked in utter shock of those words escaping her innocent lips.

The ghost stood and turned to look at the child, her power still keeping Spike pinned to the ground.

The vampire began to struggle ten times harder, watching as the ghost placed her whole attention on the child. “You touch her and I’ll pull your fucking heart out!”

“One of your kind already did, long time ago.” She spat at him. “There’s nothing there to pull out.”

Spike struggled even harder. “Chloe! Run! Run dammit!”

Chloe’s gaze left the ghost and ventured on him, and he was shocked stiff at the tears in her eyes.

She was crying.

But she wasn’t afraid.

’Bit?” Spike whispered, confused.

She then turned to the ghost in time for the woman to barrel into her, throwing her to the ground, straddling her.

CHLOE!” Spike snarled, furious, struggling, beginning to get some movement, some advantage over the power holding him down. He was slowly beginning to overpower it.

But he wasn’t going to make it in time.

The woman was cackling as she pinned Chloe down, about to punch her way through her chest and pull out her heart, when Chloe’s hand shot out and caught that fist as it zoomed towards her.

Spike froze in shock.

Chloe could touch the ghost.

And her eyes…

They were bleeding black.

The ghost’s eyes widened and she tried to pull her fist out of Chloe’s grasp, but suddenly their positions were switched, and Chloe was straddling the ghost, pinning her down to the ground, hands around her throat.

The power the ghost had over Spike disappeared immediately, freeing him.

The vampire stood, dusting himself off mechanically, eyes wide.

Chloe was suffocating the ghost…

Kinda.

Her eyes were black and narrowed, her fingernails black as well, as there was some sort of energy rising from the ghost into Chloe, as the ghost cried and wriggled, desperate to get out.

The woman scratched at Chloe, at her hands, at her clothes, tearing her shirt, before screaming and disappearing in an explosion of energy.

Chloe was now straddling the floor, palms against the floorboards, breathing in jaggedly.

Spike took a step towards her, a board creaking beneath him.

She turned to look up at him, eyes narrowed and black, demonic…deadly…beautiful.

“Its okay, Lil’ Bit.” He raised his hands. “It’s me, Spike.”

She seemed to recognize him and all aggression drained out of her body, replaced by horror, eyes wide as she looked away from him, as if unable to look him in the face any more.

“I----they took too much…” Chloe whispered, body beginning to tremble, eyes slowly fading back to normal as she collapsed on the floor, nearly lifeless, crying desperately, brokenly. “I---too weak---I---I had to---I couldn’t---they took too much!”

And then Spike stopped right before he reached her, question half formed on his lips, as his gaze rested on her body, on the skin exposed by her torn shirt.

And it all made sense.

Made so much fucking sense.

He snarled, fury building up in him, calling himself a million fucking names as he turned and began to punch the wall, letting out his murderous rage on the wall, destroying it, eyes closed tightly.

It all made fucking sense now!

Well, not that little display of demonic power…but everything else, it made so much sense.

The countless fang marks on her body said it all.


Comments 
10th-Nov-2009 04:38 am (UTC)
Awesome update. I liked the addition of the woman in white from SPN. I still have no idea what is going on but I'm dying to find out *grins*
10th-Nov-2009 05:56 am (UTC)
Good to know I'm still keeping you guessing!

By the way, I'm left speechless as a mindless glob of melted author by your icon.
10th-Nov-2009 05:32 am (UTC)
omg her mom is making chloe feed a lot of vamps or is it demons ? and i wonder what spike will do to moria for this and how he will help chloe ? i know it will end up chloe and spike and i can not wait to read it keep up the great work . PPMS


p.s. when will the next chapter of imprinted be out ?
10th-Nov-2009 05:56 am (UTC)
The next chapter of Imprinted should be out soon. Don't worry :D
10th-Nov-2009 06:27 am (UTC)
♥ OMG so good! ♥ Chloe/Spike stories are awesome!
10th-Nov-2009 06:45 am (UTC)
I agree...but there are just too few Chlikes out there! WHY?!?!?!
10th-Nov-2009 01:22 pm (UTC)
What an awesome update!

I feel bad for Gabe and I really don't blame him for being scared but isn't he worried about his wife and daughter at all?

And good for Spike for wanting to protect Chloe and look out for her. I especially loved this line: "He was sick of waiting for hours for her to slowly return to the beaming little girl with laughter and sunshine that didn’t burn him."

Chloe is the only sunshine that doesn't hurt him--lovely imagery.

And is Moira sacrificing Chloe to demons? Is that what is happening?

Please let us know as soon as you can :):)

10th-Nov-2009 03:46 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it!

Gabe-----there's still some mystery there, some light should be shed on that in the next chapter though.

And Moira...and the bite marks...yep....the next chapter should explain it all.

8th-Apr-2010 11:00 pm (UTC)
Ooh, go Chloe. I am still a little unsure as to what is happening, but I am sure that as soon as I get to read the next chapter, I will konw all. Great chapter!

Erin
8th-Apr-2010 11:03 pm (UTC)
Thanks :D
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