Characters: Spike, Chloe Sullivan, Drusilla, Moira Sullivan
Fandoms: Smallville/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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
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.
After demolishing the wall Spike’s fury still wasn’t sated. He’d only been able to grab Chloe’s arm, jerk her up violently, and drag her to the DeSoto, throwing her in the backseat and slam the door shut. The vampire had slammed his fist into the hood of his beloved car, denting it, before entering the driver’s seat and starting the engine.
“Where?” He hissed out only one word, and yet Chloe seemed to know what he was saying, because she softly gave him the directions to the city’ most prestigious demon club. “Get out.”
Chloe did as told, eyes lowered, shivering slightly, looking up at him in surprise when he took off his duster (which was comically large for her) and placed it over her, covering her and keeping her warm at the same time.
Of course, she probably didn’t understand that he wasn’t exactly doing it for those reasons, but for the fact that his scent saturated the duster, and thus would completely cover her, marking her as his pet.
Placing a possessive hand around her shoulders, Spike drew in the child against him, smirking when she automatically grabbed onto his pants tightly, as if relieved beyond words by that little gesture.
Somehow she seemed less terrified as they walked through the secret entrance, passed the surprised bouncer, and into the club itself.
There were humans in there mixed with the demons, mostly pets, and yet the moment Spike entered with Chloe every single demon head rose and every gaze zeroed in at the child.
She shivered slightly and pressed against his leather-pants leg.
Immediately Spike could tell which ones had drunk and which ones wished they had.
Hungry eyes rose from the child and narrowed on him, obviously wary that she had entered the establishment with someone who wasn’t her mother.
“Hello Miss Chloe.” A Succubus came up towards them, ignoring Spike and bending slightly so she could smile into the child’s face. “Would you like the usual?”
Unlike with the others, Chloe smiled up at the demon’s face and nodded.
The succubus smiled before standing and giving Spike a curious, appreciative expression, eyebrow raised. “What’ll it be for you, handsome?”
“O Pos…teenager. Female.” He replied, pulling Chloe closer and following the succubus to the bar area, lifting Chloe so that she could easily sit on one of the stools. He stood behind her, stretching forwards and placing his hands palms down on the edge of the bar’s counter top, surrounding the child on every edge and fortifying his claim on the pet.
He then lowered his head and nuzzled it in Chloe’s neck, taking in a deep whiff of her scent, sufficiently satisfied that her scent was now only his.
The Succubus served Spike his blood before beginning to concoct some weird looking drink with coconut, turning her attention to Chloe. “So your mom finally accepted one of the offers for you, huh?”
Chloe’s eyes widened and she ducked her gaze immediately, accepting the drink passed her silently.
Spike stopped, growling slightly.
“What exactly did you offer her to get her to finally give in and sell?” The succubus turned her curiosity on Spike. “For the three years she’s been coming here with Chloe that woman’s been getting offers of small islands in exchange for this kid and yet she’s refused to sell her rights to her.” She snorted. “Then again, in one night she’s making enough to buy small cotton plantations so you can’t really blame her.”
Spike’s glass exploded with the force behind his grip. “There’ll be no more of that. This pet’s mine.”
The female snorted in amusement. “Not me you should be telling, honey.”
“Don’t call him that, Desiree.” Chloe surprised them both by saying after swallowing a sip of her drink, her voice calm, his presence around her obviously having soothed her. “He’s William the Bloody, not‘honey’.”
The demoness’ eyes widened in shock as she turned to Spike. “The William the Bloody? Second only to The Scourge of Europe?”
Why did everyone always compare him to his bloody sire?
“Second to no one.” Chloe replied, as if this should be obvious. “Angelus has long disappeared, is maybe even dead. And even if it weren’t the case, there’s not a vampire out there who has killed as many slayers as Master Spike. Not even Angelus.”
The succubus seemed shocked at this level of loyalty in the child.
Spike had come to expect it.
He smirked, flattered by the unintended praise.
His hand rose to tangle itself in her hair, massaging her scalp rewardingly.
The demoness looked between them silently. “No wonder Moira sold her to you. You’re William the Bloody.”
Spike snorted, amused as he ordered another of the cups of blood. “I didn’t give the bint anything for Chloe. I had Prior Claim, see? Pet’s been mine since the day she was born…just hadn’t known.”
Chloe’s eyes widened and she looked up at Spike in shock.
Spike’s eyes narrowed, remembering why he’d come here. “I don’t like my things to be whored out. No one touches what’s mine.”
Chloe continued to look at Spike in utter shock.
He didn’t know why she was so surprised by this turn of events.
She should have realized by now that she was his.
“I’m leaving her here with you while I go out to have a fag and take care of some business.” Spike told the succubus, smiling charmingly at her. “If something’s happened to her by the time I get back I’ll shove your fucking tits down your throat and choke you with them.”
The demoness gulped, nodding.
Smiling, content that his point had gotten through, Spike made sure his movements were obvious and that all of those eyes that knew he’d be outside and alone were following him.
The vampire went to the dark alleyway in the back of the club, and waited.
He wasn’t disappointed.
Two hours later half of the club must have gone out to challenge him for Chloe, and when he strolled into the now almost empty club, covered completely in blood, and grinning brightly, in a merry mood now that he’d worked his aggression out during the almost endless fights, Spike knew that he’d gotten his point across.
He was the Big Fuckin’ Bad, and no one would question that and him again.
And not only had he managed to tear apart every single vampire or demon who’d ever touched Chloe (that had been at the club at least) but he knew that with how gossipy the underground world was, by sundown tomorrow night everyone would know not to fucking place their hands or fangs on what was his.
Chloe would be safe.
Talking about Chloe, the girl was watching him with wide eyes as he approached her, covered in blood and maybe some guts and intestines. The blonde gulped, looking him up and down, before bringing up another drink to her lips and taking a sip, obviously buying herself some time to digest this new predicament and collect her wits to her.
After swallowing, Chloe gave him a small smile. “Had…fun?”
If she wasn’t so young and in need of taking constant care of, he’d take this kid with him on the road when he and Dru left.
But he already had his hands full taking care of Dru and knew that he wouldn’t be able to care for another child…even if Chloe never acted like one.
The vampire nodded and threw some bills on the counter, reaching for his pet and lifting the light burden and resting her weight against his hip, nuzzling the side of her face once more, both making sure only his scent was on her, and also leaving a smear of blood on her cheek.
The child wiped at the smear and pouted at him.
He narrowed his eyes at her.
Chloe pouted darker before sighing and, after a second’s hesitation, reaching forwards and nuzzling her other cheek against his, smearing that one as well.
Spike smirked brighter.
For the first time he kinda resented the fact that he had to take care of Dru.
Immediately he felt bad though, and was quite as he lowered Chloe and they walked out of the club towards where he’d left the DeSoto. They drove in silence until they reached the house, where Gabe Sullivan fainted once more as both Spike and Chloe entered, blood on them.
Moira had narrowed her eyes, furious with Spike for taking Chloe out and returning her covered in blood, but Dru had slapped and silenced her.
Moira, shocked, had finally noticed the murderous expression on Spike’s face.
It was the first time Spike had ever seen her doubt Dru’s protection, and thus really fear him.
Too bad it wasn’t enough to quell his bloodlust.
He’d only managed to walk passed her without tearing her fucking head off, taking Chloe to her room and collapsing on her bed, messing her sheets with blood, and not caring.
The girl lay down next to him on the bed, looking at him in silent fascination. “Thank you.”
“I didn’t do it for you.” He replied with a snort, turning so that he was lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. “You’re bloody mine, and I don’t like anyone touching what’s mine. It’s disrespectful.”
She was silent.
He continued to look up at the ceiling.
“You’ll really be my Master Spike then.”
He snorted. “I always was.”
She made a small amused sound, surprising Spike when she moved closer to him despite the strong metallic stench of death on him. The child reached for him and clasped her small hand on a bit of material of his (literally) blood red shirt, relaxing completely now that she had a this connection with him.
Spike found himself looking at that hand, remembering those fingers clasped around the ghosts’ neck, fingernails going black, like her eyes, as she seemed to suck the unlife out of the ghost. “What the hell are you, luv? What did you do to that cunt?”
Chloe froze for a moment, tightening her hold on him, before taking in a deep breath. “I’m half Reaper demon.”
Spike frowned. “That’s impossible. Reapers are extremely rare and don’t mix with humans, and anyway, Moira is completely human so that would only mean that…” He paused, eyes widening, before turning round so that he was facing the child. “Bloody Gabriel Sullivan is a Reaper demon?”
“Was.” Chloe whispered. “He met my mother the night she was supposed to have been killed by you but wasn’t. They hit it off. I was conceived, and then he gave up his demonhood so he could live with us.”
“I refuse to believe that that pathetic pissant was once one of the last Reaper Demons still existing. It’s insulting!” His eyes narrowed. “He pissed himself when he saw us! He faints at the drop of a hat!”
Chloe looked up at him in silence before clearing her throat. “When a Reaper demon gives up its demonhood it gives up its powers and its immortality, and it realizes how vulnerable it really is. To go from holding the power of life and death in your hands, to being able to get killed by a virus is enough to traumatize someone.”
She had something of a point there he guessed.
Thinking things over once more, he frowned even more by the time he was finished.
It made sense.
Reaper demons had power over life and death.
They were few in the world…some even thought that they were myth…and yet his pet was a half Reaper…which made sense that her blood could momentarily give life, and her hands take away what little energy gave ‘life’ to undead like ghosts.
He’d thought he was getting a Chihuahua but ended up with a baby dragon instead.
Who said he didn’t have an eye for a good deal?
“If you can do that with your hands, why didn’t you dust any of the vampires or demons that hurt you?” Spike asked, curious.
“I---I tried to, but I’m not strong enough.” She confessed. “When they take too much I get hungry…and if I don’t get energy or food or something I---I get very weak and a little unpredictable.”
“Won’t be happening again, luv.” He put a bloodcovered arm around her and pulled her closer. “And if something tries to touch you, dust their asses. You can do it. It’s a fucking order.”
Chloe nodded dutifully, face hidden in his shirt. She took in a deep breath and sighed, closing her eyes, and Spike watched her until she fell asleep.
He was disturbed at how much he enjoyed this.
Getting up, Spike went downstairs to where Dru, Moira and Gabe were waiting. He didn’t think twice, grabbing Moira by the throat and pinning her to the wall, face shifting, snarling furiously in her face.
“Spike!” Dru hissed.
Gabe’s eyes were wide in horror.
Spike’s eyes were narrowed at Moira. “The only reason why I’m not giving you a fucking slow death right now is because you belong to my dark princess.” He let go of her and she fell to the ground. “Pack your stuff and get the fuck out of this house or I won’t be held accountable for what I do to you! I don’t want you ever to get into contact with my pet again if you know what’s best for you!”
“She’s my child!” Moira coughed from the floor.
“She’s mine!” Spike roared, barely keeping himself in check.
Moira turned to Dru, pleading. “Drusilla!”
“The puppy’s his.” Dru surprised both Spike and Moira. “Prior Claim. Predicted.” She pouted in disappointment. “Has no one been listening to the words the stars sing?!?”
Moira’s face went ashen before she got up and hurried to her room, obviously to pack.
Spike turned on Gabe.
Piss fouled the air again.
He made up his nose in disgust. “No need threatening him I see.” He brought his hand to his nose. “If you don’t want me ripping that spine out of your back and actually putting it to some use, you’ll actuallytake care of my pet this time. If I come back and see she hasn’t been properly taken care of…”
He knew he didn’t need to finish.
Gabe was shaking and nodding.
Spike turned to Dru. “Time to go, luv. Does Miss Edith have any place she wants to go and visit?”
Dru nodded, smiling. “Brazil.”
Spike smiled, and yet was unable to keep himself from sending one last look upstairs, where Chloe was sleeping, before leaving with his dark princess.
As they drove out of the city limits, Spike wondered what Chloe’s reaction to waking up and finding him and her mother gone would be.
It disturbed him that he felt a little bad for not saying goodbye.
Shaking his head, he pressed harder on the gas pedal.
No need to feel guilty.
He somehow knew he’d see her soon enough.