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.
Angel hadn't wanted to invite Spike into what had, apparently, once been his home as well. But Chloe was curious, and the sun was going to rise, and so she'd invited the bleached blonde into her home after ordering Spike to attack her so that Angel himself could see that Spike's story was true. Apparently some 'soldier boys' had kidnapped him and Dru as they were leaving Sunnydale, and had experimented on them. Dru hadn't been strong enough to withstand the procedures but Spike had. They'd implanted a chip in his head, and while he hadn't known what it was for when he'd somehow managed to escape, he'd found out when he'd tried snacking on his first victim.
The chip kept him from hurting anyone.
And would also ensure that he died a long, painful death of starvation.
Chloe hadn't been a friend of vampires until Angel fell naked into her living room, but even to her that seemed unnecessarily cruel.
"How can you stand this stuff?" Spike made a face of distaste as Chloe passed him and Angel two cups of warmed blood. "I mean, its less rancid when warmed, but it's still terrible."
"Starve then." Angel grumbled in his gruff voice, smiling up at Chloe and thanking her for the cup.
"You could at least pretend some concern you feelingless bastard." Spike frowned, making a face as he drank the warmed blood.
"You betrayed me." Angel reminded emotionlessly.
"You were going to destroy the soddin' world!" Spike exclaimed after swallowing. "I like unliving here!"
Chloe looked between them, realizing that hers wasn't the only clinically dysfunctional family.
Taking another sip from the cup, and making another face, Spike looked around. "So...what's with the redecorating?"
Chloe looked around, smiling, feeling that sense of pride she always did when she remembered what the place had looked like before. "I bought the place, it was a mess. If I'm supposed to live here then I want it to look homely."
Spike raised an eyebrow. "Has the property value fallen so much that a schoolgirl could afford to get this place?" He took another sip. "Not that I wouldn't understand it, I mean, I'm surprised the value has managed to stay reasonable in this place considering that it's filled with every sort of thing that enjoys feasting on human flesh."
He had a point there.
"My mother bought it for me so we can have space between us." She replied coolly.
"Ah." Spike nodded. "Mommy Issues."
And yet that wasn't said mockingly, more like thoughtfully, and with maybe a little understanding.
His gaze went to the bookshelf she and Angel had finished putting together the day before, and already was ladened with books.
The vampire blinked. "You like...poetry."
Chloe looked between them, confused. "Yes, actually. I like poetry, I don't have the ability to rhyme anything that doesn't sound like a kindergartner
wrote it, but I enjoy reading the old classics and the newer contemporaries as well. Mostly the odd ones though. There were a lot of poets that just weren't appreciated in their times by their peers. Their minds were way too advanced for the people of their times."
She felt a little defensive, because Spike (or William the Bloody-as he'd introduced himself) didn't exactly look like the type to know what poetry was, much less enjoy it.
The bleached blonde vampire eyed her oddly.
Angel shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
Chloe frowned, looking between them both, wondering what was going on-what she was missing out on.
Her gaze went to the thickly curtained windows, which kept every bit of the sunrise's light out, their only light the electricity.
Yawning, she got up and stretched. "Well, I need to be up in a couple of hours for school, so I'm going to sleep." She paused, remembering with a blush how up until last night, she and Angel had been sleeping on the same blowup mattress.
But somehow, now that Angel could speak, it seemed different.
"Uh," she turned to the vampires. "There are rooms upstairs. The beds are gone, but there are blankets or whatever you two can throw on the ground and use."
Angel's eyes narrowed.
She moved towards the mattress in the middle of the spartan room and lowered herself on it, motioning them away. "Good morning." The blonde slipped off her slippers and pulled her scrunchie off, shaking her hair, causing her hair to fall around her shoulders in a cascade of sunlight-colored tresses.
There was an odd sound from Spike's throat.
Chloe turned to look at him, eyebrow raised, when suddenly Angel grabbed the other vampire by the scruff of his leather jacket and with a snarl yanked him out of the living room-destination the stairs.
Shaking her head, confused, and wondering why she wasn't smart enough to push both vampires out into the sunlight, the blonde laid down and pulled her sheets over her, closing her eyes.
One of the doors upstairs slammed shut.
The soft murmur of an argument going on was her lullaby as she drifted to sleep.
Chloe was half-dead in school later on that day.
"Cuz, you're worrying me." Lois announced as they met at lunch time, the cousins sitting apart from everyone else despite the countless people who'd waved at Lois or greeted her. "You're so pale. And you have these bags under your eyes. And that's that I sense a glamour on you. I can't figure out what exactly it is you're glamming up, but the fact that you look this bad while using a glamour is bad. And a glamour is so insignificant a spell that I shouldn't even be able to sense that you're using one...but you're magic is weak and tired and that's why its betraying the glam." She brought the back of her palm to Chloe's forehead. "Well, you don't have a fever."
Chloe ignored the glamour comment, especially since she wasn't hiding a zit or something...but instead Angel's bite marks on her.
Obviously the glamour was strong enough to hide it from her cousin, but vampires around her could still see and smell it.
She wondered what that meant.
"Another thing, I think you have an admirer." Lois announced with a grin.
Chloe looked up at her in confusion. "Huh?"
"This girl in my class, Buffy Summers." Lois replaced, sending a look towards the table where Buffy and her friends were having lunch. "When she found out that you were my cousin she started asking a lot of questions about you. From gossip that I've been told about her, apparently there was some problems with the law and stuff in her past, but she's cute and I think you could do worse."
Chloe felt sick to her stomach, knowing the reason Buffy was asking questions had nothing to do with romantic interest in her.
Lois read the emotion on Chloe's face and mistook the meaning. "Not your type? Well, you are a blonde so maybe you're looking for someone with a darker coloring?"
"Lois, stop trying to match-make." Chloe smiled, amused and touched by just how hard her cousin had been trying to hook her up with someone so she wouldn't be 'alone'. "I'm fine. And I told you already. No one in school interests me."
"I know, you like mature people." Lois did air quotes. "So high school students aren't going to interest you. You're going to like older people. Probably in college or something."
Chloe wondered what Lois would think if she admitted that maybe she liked someone somewhat older than a college student.
Someone somewhat older than a senior citizen.
"How did that date with Cherry go?" Chloe asked, if only to change the topic.
"Jasmine." Lois corrected with a shrug of her shoulders. "It was okay."
"Oh, that's not good." Chloe looked up at her.
Lois sighed. "I mean, mentally I understand this, but I'm still having to get used to the fact that its a girl I'm with, you know? I mean, I never really fit in with girls, and that's why you're the only female friend I ever had. So, well, I don't know what to do with other girls."
Chloe couldn't help herself. "Well, you know what to do with yourself, and its basically the same thing except with a little more tongue action."
For a moment Lois just looked at her, and then her face darkened in a blush and she grabbed a note book and whacked Chloe's shoulder with it. "Baby Cuz!"
Laughing, trying to shield herself in vain from the painless slaps, Chloe nearly fell off of the bench. She grabbed her own note book and started hitting back, the cousins not caring about the people watching them.
In the end they ended up collapsing on the seat with laughter, smiling brightly at each other.
"Now that is more like the normal Chloe I know." Lois smiled, nudging her cousin's shoulder with her own. "How about we hang out tonight? I miss ya. We can go to The Bronze."
Chloe smiled. "I'd like that."
"Good, we haven't had a cousins-bonding time in a while." Lois grabbed her things and slid onto her feet when the bell rung. "See you later, Short Fry."
Chloe watched her leave, shaking her head in amusement, before gathering her own things.
Suddenly, sensing something, she turned and found herself facing Buffy Summers.
Fighting the hostility she felt towards the Slayer, Chloe drew herself up as tall as she could. "You should stop trying to get information out of my cousin, she doesn't know anything and so she thinks you have the hots for me."
Buffy blinked. "Uhmmm...okay. Good to know." She then frowned. "So she doesn't know that you're a witch? That you are harboring a vampire?"
"Well, I won't tell her you're a Slayer if you don't tell her about my little secret." Chloe felt a moment's satisfaction at the shock in those blue eyes.
Buffy took in a deep breath. "Angel told you."
"Yes." Chloe nodded. "He was finally able to remember enough-and have his throat healed enough-to speak."
Horror crossed Buffy's eyes. "He forgot how to speak?"
"He was trapped, for hundreds of years, being tortured, in a hell dimension." Chloe admitted bluntly. "When he got back he couldn't remember anything about his humanity, much less how to speak."
Buffy's eyes filled with tears and she looked away, bringing her hand to her mouth. "Oh my god."
A little bit of the anger and hostility left Chloe as she saw the genuine sadness in the other girl.
She had loved Angel once, and had had to make a horrible choice between him and the world.
And in the end, she had made the 'right' choice, right?
Chloe hugged her things closer to her heart. "Is there anything else?"
Buffy took in a deep breath, controlling herself, before speaking. "Can I see him?"
The younger girl was kinda surprised that the Slayer was asking her this, and she was sure it showed on her face. "Why are you asking me?"
Buffy cleared her throat. "Uh-when I saw him-he-he listened to you. He was-protecting-you from me." She gulped, pain obvious on her every feature. "I just want to talk to him."
This was a woman suffering because of her heart.
Chloe could recognize the symptoms, and she felt a bit of sympathy. "When I see him later, I'll ask him if he wants to talk to you. And I'll tell you his answer tomorrow."
Buffy gave her a sad smile. "Thank you. And I'm sorry, about the other night. I-it's just that that is where he used to live-where it all happened-and I felt a vampire presence and I was pissed off thinking that some other vampire had trespassed on his territory and-."
Chloe raised her hand, cutting into that verbal diarrhea. "It's forgotten."
The Slayer gave her a small smile and then left.
Chloe watched her go, sighing, deciding that she liked it better when she hated her.
Chloe looked at her reflection, smiling.
She looked nice.
Even if she said so herself.
Wearing a short green skirt over black leggins, and with an off the shoulder black shirt, Chloe twirled in front of the mirror. She tried to push the thoughts of Angel out of her mind. After she'd relayed Buffy's message to him he'd gone off alone to think it over, obviously disturbed and troubled, and she'd given the vampire his time, busying herself by getting ready for her first night out in a very long time.
Someone clapped slowly.
Stopping in mid-twirl, Chloe gave a little squeak, embarrassed when she saw Spike in the doorway.
He was leaning in the doorframe, watching her in nostalgia. "That was my Dark Princess' mirror. She used to do the same thing every evening before going out, consulting her stars about how she looked."
Chloe winced. "I'm sorry, I just took this mirror from the next room because it was beautiful, I didn't realize-if you want-."
"Nah, don't worry 'bout it luv." Spike entered the room and sat down on the bed, face reflecting his thoughts still being on his beloved, deceased Sire. "She would have wanted someone to enjoy it. And this is your home now."
Chloe really didn't know what to think of Spike.
On one hand he didn't have his soul, but on the other he seemed a lot more like a normal human than Angel did.
She didn't know if it was because of what Angel had been through, or if Spike was just a vampire who'd somehow managed to retain so much of his human qualities.
Like his genuine love for his dead sire.
Chloe had been taught that vampires coveted and such, but they didn't love.
And yet she knew that Spike truly had LOVED Drusilla.
It really messed up the views she'd had on life and monsters and such.
"So, what has my grandsire all broody this time?" Spike asked, lifting the bottle of vodka she hadn't realized he'd brought in with him, taking a very long gulp.
"Where did you get that?" She wanted to know, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"I've been alive for longer than you want to know. I managed to save some pennies. More than enough to go to the store in the corner and buy some vodka." Spike replied, taking another long sip. "Angelus, the bugger, has a bit more. But that's only because he's older. And invested some stock in the telephone, and internet."
There was some serious 'sibling competition' going on between those two...she had been picking up the vibes ever since Spike had arrived.
"So, I was thinking." Spike gulped, lowering the bottle and offering it to her. "I want to stay here."
Chloe refused the bottle. "Huh?"
"I'll pay, of course." Spike announced. "That way you don't depend so much on Mommy Dearest, and you can fix up this place as much as you like, and I get to stay in a nice big room that I already consider my own anyway."
Chloe blinked. "You're serious."
"'Course I am." Spike announced. "I know 'Gelus has been freeloading since he came back all Grrr, but I want to contribute something."
"He hasn't been freeloading." Chloe argued.
He held up his hand to silence her. "Until I can get this bloody chip removed I'm basically neutered."
She had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from grinning at that.
"And I refuse to let any of my old cronies catch me buying animal blood," he made a face of disgust. "So I think this business venture will be profitable for both parties."
Chloe eyed him with narrowed eyes. "You know, for a drunk guy, you sure make an interesting proposition."
"Not drunk." He mumbled, taking a longer sip before offering the bottle to her once more. "Is it a deal, ducks?"
Chloe eyed him thoughtfully. "Angel won't be too happy."
"He never is." Spike assured her seriously.
She chuckled, unable to keep the grin off her face.
Maybe having Spike around to bother him would keep Angel from falling into any brooding because of the Slayer issue.
"If you misbehave, I'm kicking your pale ass out into the sunrise." She warned, taking the bottle from him.
"Gotta give me a little leeway, luv, I am the Big Bad." He coaxed.
"Fine." She mumbled. "Only a little." And with that she threw her head back and drunk, trying to keep from coughing as she thrust the bottle back at him, making a face. "That's terrible!"
He chuckled, taking it back and taking another swig, pausing. He pulled the bottle away and licked his lips. "You taste sweet, luv."
Eyes widening, a blush appearing on her cheeks, Chloe found herself captivated by the way his tongue traced his bottom lip, chasing the last bit of vodka...and according to him...the taste of her.
A gasp escaped her lips as she suddenly found herself lying down on the soft blanket, Spike leaning over her, resting his weight on his elbow, as his gaze lowered to her lips.
Her heart began to race, her body heating, and it shocked her to realize that she couldn't truthfully blame fear or alcohol for either.
Vampires were the enemy.
Vampires were evil.
They were supposed to be gross, not sexy.
She'd thought Angel had been the only exception to the rule.
And yet here she was, pinned under yet another vampire, that same unexplained excitement building deep within her core.
"Wanna taste you." He whispered, gaze hungry, on her lips.
"You already did." She whispered back, heart racing in her chest.
"That time didn't count." Spike smirked, lowering down slowly towards her.
Suddenly, Chloe's cellular rang, signaling Lois having arrived.
Jolting out of this near trance, Chloe pushed Spike off and grabbed her purse and phone. "I-I have to go."
As the blonde rushed away, she didn't know whether she was grateful or not for her cousin's timing.