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.
With Lois in the know now, things obviously changed. Chloe had to admit that it was better that her cousin had found out so quickly into the arrangement since it meant this change didn't come about after they'd already established routine. Instead Lois became a part of this routine, as was Rupert Giles' checking in on Chloe every couple of days in school. He didn't speak to her most of the time, probably sensing her reluctance to have anything to do with the Slayer and the Slayer probably had mentioned Chloe's angered death threats. That, coupled with Lois' own death threats should anything befall Chloe due to the Slayer's negligence, didn't exactly make an easy friendship, so Chloe was relieved that the Slayer and her Watcher stuck to the library and their little Scooby Gang as well.
Not that she had anything against the rest of the Scooby Gang, she didn't know them, but because of their association with the Slayer she gave them as much distance as possible. And, well, Willow Rosenberg and Xander Harris, the Slayer's two best friends, obviously didn't like her all that much. But she didn't blame them. Lois detested the Slayer. It was a family loyalty thing, and even though Willow and Xander weren't blood-kin to the Slayer they obviously loved her deeply, and Chloe could understand and appreciate that. She was also glad the Slayer had such a tightly knit support system. From what Chloe had been told about Slayers they were always supposed to be alone-live alone, fight alone, die alone-so to see Buffy surrounded by so many people who loved and helped her-well, it was heart warming. Chloe mightn't like the girl, but she didn't wish anything bad on her, and knew that the hellmouth needed a Slayer.
"Who needs Buffy?" Lois growled from where she was going through one of the books she'd 'borrowed' from the Watcher in the library. "We don't! I think we were all doing very well while she was out having a good time wherever the hell she went for summer fun."
Chloe smiled at her cousin's protective anger. "You mean other than all the death and destruction?"
Lois sent her a look before smiling and shaking her head, gaze going back to the book. "So, I'm thinking unbinding spell. What do you think?"
Chloe leaned over her, gazing at the spell on the book. "Looks complicated."
"I can pull this off." Lois declared, self-assured and with good reason as her power was growing daily in a rate that was astounding. "I'd need to find some of these ingredients though. That'll be the hard part."
"What'll be the hard part?" Cordelia Chase asked as she came over and stood by their table, smiling at them.
Ever since Lois had rescued Cordelia from her brutish admirer Cordelia had been hanging out with them lately, and had quickly deduced their 'witchiness' due to her 'over-exposure' to the 'Scoobies'. She'd taken it in stride and was 'relieved' that there were people who weren't 'total social rejects' whom she could go to for problems of the 'Sunnydale kind'.
"I'm going to have to find some ingredients for a spell." Lois replied, positioning the book so Cordelia could see it. "Some of the ingredients are a little hard to find."
"And gross!" Cordelia made a face in disgust. "You mean you actually use Eye of Newt for spells? How Shakespearean."
Chloe and Lois exchanged a look, surprised Cordelia actually knew who Shakespeare was, before Chloe cleared her throat. "Well, actually, that whole thing is a misconception. They aren't actual Eyes of Newts. No real Newts were harmed in the making of this, or any, spell."
Cordelia made a face. "I don't get it."
"Well, it's really code, actually." Chloe explained, sitting on the tabletop as she turned towards Cordelia. "It was not only a way to intimidate and creep out the people who'd read our spells or hear our incantations...but it was hilarious if some unschooled idiot tried to perform a spell and actually tried to get a bull's horn or an Englishman's foot."
Lois snorted. "Poor Englishman."
Chloe laughed as well. "They're actually all names for different herbs and such." She pulled a strand of hair behind her ear. "Eye of Newt, for example, refers to mustard seed-which bears a resemblance to actual newt eyes."
"What's an Englishman's foot then?" Cordelia asked, intrigued.
Lois grinned brightly. "The common plantain."
Cordelia blinked. "How does a plantain look like a foot?"
Lois shrugged. "Didn't name them."
"Whatever." Cordelia shrugged, losing interest quickly. "So, I'm inviting Jacob to the dance tonight. Who are you two taking?" She looked between them. "Mike Lowell's been looking at you all the time Chloe, nearly stalkery-ish. And Lois, Caleb Jansen is totally into you." She clasped her hands in front of her and pepped up. "I know that if the both of you ask them to the dance they'd totally ditch whoever they're with and go with you."
Chloe wondered how the whole 'Lois is gay' part could just fly over Cordelia's head like that.
"And if Caleb isn't your cup of mocha, Vincent is looking absolutely delish lately." Cordelia pepped, grinning brightly.
"Right." Lois nodded slowly. "I'm sure they are both...edible. But I'm leaning more on asking Taylor."
"Matheson?" Cordelia referenced the quarterback, obviously not getting it.
"I'm thinking she's talking about Taylor Hanson." Chloe clued her in.
Cordelia blinked, looking around her before leaning in and whispered in a confused and scandalized tone. "But that Taylor's a girl."
"Cordelia, once again, I'm lesbian." Lois announced in a patient way.
"Are you sure?" Cordelia made a face.
"I'm pretty much sure, yeah." Lois nodded.
Chloe looked between them, deeply amused.
"What about you, Chloe? Are you lesbian too?" Cordelia turned towards her.
That was the question, wasn't it?
She was supposed to be...but it just wasn't happening.
If anything she was becoming even more heterosexual than she'd been before.
Cordelia continued to look at her, expectant.
Chloe had no idea what to answer.
"Well, if either of you are curious, Tracy Ullman is a lesbian." Cordelia made a face. "Or was it a thespian?" She shrugged. "She looks butchy though so it could be both!"
Taylor Hanson walked passed them, hugging her books to her chest, sending a little smile towards Lois.
"I hate to bail..." Lois closed her book and turned to Chloe. "See you tonight?"
Chloe shrugged. "Don't know if I'm going."
"But it'll be fun. You should have fun. Dance-y fun." Lois gave her a meaningful. "Nice, away-from-your-home fun. With people your age."
Chloe smiled at her cousin. "Have fun."
Lois made a face before sighing and nodding, heading after Taylor.
Cordelia watched her go. "She really the big L? Or is that just something she does for attention?"
Sometimes Chloe wondered what exactly went on in Cordelia's head. "Have fun at the dance."
"Of course I will!" Cordelia grinned before prancing away to join Harmony and the rest of the Cordettes.
Sighing, Chloe turned and walked away, telling herself that missing the school dance wasn't a big deal.
She wasn't the only one missing the big dance.
Sitting on the roof, Chloe watched the Slayer at work in the cemetery. Buffy didn't have a graceful way of fighting but it was powerful and filled with anger. It gave her edge, and the vampires fighting her were quickly being dusted. The 'Scooby Gang' were on the sidelines, cheering her on and sometimes getting a vampire thrown at them by accident as the Slayer busied herself with the fighting. The three of them, Willow, Xander and Oz, had stakes and crosses in their hands which they used to try and keep the vampires from leaving, but none of the three were even slightly intimidating. Still, Chloe had to give them props for even trying. That was more than she could say for many others.
"Bloody hell! Are you stupid! That was expensive!" Spike snapped at one of the movers, who were bringing them the many MANY things that had been purchased during their shopping spree. "No, no, do I look like a cherry wood man? That bed frame goes to the Poofster's room! Argh! That room you incompetent-!"
There was a shifting of shadows before Angel climbed up onto the roof much easier than she had, and with much more finesse, giving her a little awkward look before clearing his throat and coming to sit next to her. "I feel like running away from Spike sometimes too."
She chuckled, amused as she slid a sideways glance at him. "Whose idea was it to leave him in charge of the movers?"
"It wasn't so much of a decision as it was instinct. He went after one of them for dropping something he'd bought, and I left the moment his back was turned." Angel declared with little shame of admitting a swift retreat. The shadows played across his face, blanketing him. Down below something broke and Spike started cursing. Angel took in a deep, unnecessary breath before turning to her. "We could still stake him."
The blonde grinned. "You like having him around."
"He annoys me." Angel grumbled before something drew his attention and he frowned. "You're watching Buffy."
Chloe gulped, gaze returning to the cemetery, hugging her knees to her chest as she nodded. "She's really good. She's as good as a Slayer as Lois is as a witch." The blonde made a face as Willow tripped on her own skirt and went face-first into a recently dug up grave. "I feel like Red over there powers-wise."
"You pulled me out of a hell dimension." Angel whispered. "I think you underestimate yourself."
She smiled softly before turning to look at him. "How are you and the Slayer doing?"
"Buffy?" Angel asked in surprise. "I haven't seen her since-."
Right, since that debacle in her living room.
Chloe took in a deep breath, telling herself that she had no right to get in the middle of this, Angel was her roommate, not her boyfriend. "You don't have to not see her because of me, you know. I-I know she was important to you. You-you loved her. She-she gave you perfect happiness." The blonde twisted her mouth slightly. "Sure, that also made your demon free and ultimately landed you in hell, but still...Perfect Happiness...that means something."
Angel watched her in silence, obviously deep in thought.
It made her uncomfortable.
"There are...reasons...why I don't."
"Your curse?" Chloe turned to watch the Slayer as she pummeled the vampires who were basically trying to flee. "I know you think that because you were so happy that I took care of you that the clause isn't still there, but being taken care of happy and being...sexy...happy are two completely different happys." She hugged her knees to her chest tighter. "I get it. You can't risk it. What if you-and there's perfection-and you go all Grr again...bumpy in a bad way." She turned towards him. "You get what I'm saying."
He nodded silently.
In the cemetery, the Slayer finished dusting the final vampire, her friends cheering and applauding happily.
"Do you miss her?" Chloe whispered.
Angel was silent for a long time before his gaze slid to her. "I miss the way I forgot, for a moment, what I really was. She made me feel like a human again."
Chloe gulped, nodding.
"But I'm not a man, I'm a monster, and I created other monsters, like Spike." Angel whispered, self-hatred obvious in his voice and expression.
"You're right." Chloe agreed.
He looked at her, shocked, hurt.
"You're not human." Chloe nodded, finally letting go of her iron hold on her legs. "You're a vampire. And you've made other vampires. You were evil, hurt a lot of people, and you'll never truly forgive yourself for it."
He looked away.
"Get over it already."
He jerked his gaze back to her.
"I'm a cursed, incompetent witch who most of the time causes things to explode except when I actually want them to and I have major abandonment issues. Spike has a chip, uses way too much gel in his hair, and also has a smoking problem." She shrugged. "No one's perfect."
"I'm not sure if I should feel better or not." He admitted, though he seemed somewhat amused.
Something inside fell.
One of the movers screamed.
Spike howled in agony.
"Spike just tried to eat one of the movers, didn't he?" Chloe sighed.
Angel made a face. "Still don't want me to stake him?"
Chloe made a face at him.
Angel chuckled before pausing and leaning forwards, pressing a kiss to her lips.
And then he was gone down the way he'd come up, already beginning to argue with Spike, who was cursing brilliantly.
Chloe sat there, bringing a hand to her lips and blushing with a smile.
Sensing movement, she gazed down and paused to see Buffy looking up from across the street, a hurt expression on her face, tears welling in her eyes.
Chloe tried to hate her, she really did, really wanted to, but dammit, she could understand and sympathize!
Sighing, Chloe stood and made her way down the trellis until she reached the ground. Spike and Angel were arguing in the house, and didn't even notice her as she made her way across the street to where Buffy was standing bravely on the other side, under the light of the light-post.
"You said I couldn't come to your house." Buffy mumbled, wiping frantically at her red eyes. "This isn't your house. This is public-."
"You're a really good Slayer."
Buffy paused in the middle of her defensive rant. "Huh?"
"You, you...slay...good." Chloe shrugged, leaning against the light post. "I watch you, sometimes. I used to watch your friends before, when you were gone. They lost half of the vamps they were after but they got major points for trying."
Buffy continued to eyes her in confusion. "Why are you being this way?"
"Nice way." The Slayer frowned at her. "There were death threats issued."
"Right. Had forgotten that, actually." Chloe lied, gaze going to the mover's vans, which lined the whole street. "Do you still love him?"
The question obviously caught Buffy off-guard and she floundered a little before sighing and leaning against the same light post. "I don't know. I used to. I used to think that I'd never be able to love anyone else because there wasn't enough space in my heart. Every bit of it was for him, filled with him." She lowered her gaze. "He was the most important person in my life. He was my first. And then he was gone, and this monster was there in his place. Angelus-he hurt everyone I loved and killed people I loved. I had to do what I did...I didn't have a choice." Buffy closed her eyes tightly against the memory. "I-I told him I loved him before I sent him to hell." Her voice trembled. "The world was going to end and the only way to close the portal was to..." She cleared her throat. "And now he's back and..."
Her guilt was killing her...
...Chloe suddenly realized, feeling selfish for not having considered this before, felt horrible for being so jealous and, and...
"There's this boy, Scott Hope." Buffy admitted. "He likes me, and he's cute." Her gaze went to her finger. "He's what I need. Sweet. Smart. Normal."
"Scott Hope, yeah, I've seen him around school." Chloe recalled the cute boy who was way too boyish and soft for her own liking. "He's definitely normal."
"Willow thinks I should give him a chance. Xander-not so much."
"Xander's got the hots for you." Chloe felt like she was in some alternate reality, talking boys with the Slayer.
Buffy sighed, letting on that she already knew.
"Do you really want normal?" Chloe whispered.
Buffy made a face. "Shouldn't you be trying to push me onto Scott?"
Chloe shrugged. "Color me masochistic."
Buffy turned slightly so that she was able to look at Chloe. "You know what I don't get?"
"How someone like Principal Snyder could actually be completely human?"
"I've wondered that myself!" Buffy exclaimed in surprise before clearing her throat. "I mean, you're obviously...Angel...Spike..." She took in a deep breath. "So how does this fit into the whole 'you need a girlfriend' deal?"
"Right." Chloe nodded, uncomfortable with this topic. "That's a long story for another night."
"Is he...is he okay? Is he...happy?" Buffy whispered, changing the subject completely.
Chloe took a moment to answer. "Are you?"
Buffy hesitated before lowering her gaze once more, voice a whisper. "I don't know."
She'd done the right thing.
Chloe watched as Angel and Buffy slowly walked down the block together, looking quite awkward yet in conversation. She fought the urge to call Angel's name, but she knew this was important. Angel and Buffy had issues they needed to work out whether they wanted to be together or whether they preferred to move on with their lives. But to start over in separate lives they needed closure otherwise there would always be that big white elephant in the room.
"Aw, look at Slutty and Ponce-Boy, all hand-holding and skipping down the bloody block." Spike sneered as he leaned over Chloe's back, pressing her against the wall with his body, hands on the windowsill on either side of her.
"They're not holding hands." Chloe rolled her eyes, resting her chin on her folded arms which were resting on the windowsill as she watched Buffy and Angel.
"They will be soon though, especially with the way you threw them together." Spike leaned down, whispering in her ear much like the devil might. "Getting tired of the Soul and trying to push him off on the Slayer are we?"
"No 'we' are not." Chloe glared as she tried to turn but Spike moved fast, his hands pinning hers to the windowsill, his body pressing hard against her, effectively trapping her. "Spike!"
And then he was fangs deep inside of her, his fangs sliding into the puncture wounds already there, and Chloe's breath left her in a ragged cry as pleasure shot through her at the sensation.
Spike loosened his grip on her but she didn't try to pull away, instead her lips parted when he brought one hand to cup her over her shorts, his finger teasing her through the material. "How I see it, pet, you have a crush on the Poof-but you're hot for me."
"I-!" Chloe cried out embarrassingly as he slid his finger over something that caused her to jerk.
"I can give you something the Soul can't-not without the risk of losing said soul at least." Spike nibbled her ear, his breath wet against her skin, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. "He can give you all your soul and emotions need to feel satisfied-while I can give you what your body needs-yearns for."
Pleasure slowly built in the pit of her stomach as Spike continued his assault on her sex.
She grabbed hold of the hand he still rested on the windowsill for balance, for support, her knees so shaky and wobbly she feared that if she didn't hold onto him tightly she'd collapse. The sensations were hot and exotic to her virgin body. It was nearly agonizingly painful and yet if Spike stopped Chloe was sure she'd cry. Then again, she felt close to crying now as it was. There was something, something she was getting close to-something wonderful yet scary all at the same time.
"Scream for me, luv." He whispered against her neck before biting back down on her the same moment he did something with his fingers that caused something inside of her to snap.
White heat raced through Chloe's body as she cried out, fingers digging deep into Spike's arm as the pleasure was molten hot, washing over her and consuming her like a fire. It was violent, terrifying, took her completely by surprise, yet Chloe couldn't understand how she'd lived all these years without ever experiencing that before. It was...it was...
Lights began to appear in the room like fireworks of colors all around them, lighting up the mansion as they exploded harmlessly around the two.
Somewhere inside of the house, something exploded.
Chloe's knees buckled.
Spike moved quickly, using the arm she'd been holding onto to wrap around her waist and secure her to his body as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
When it was over, Chloe felt more relaxed, more alive, more...electric.
She wanted to turn and kiss Spike.
She wanted to run.
The curtains of the window in front of her closed on their own.
Spike turned her to face him, smirking. "Ready to get rid of your training wheels, ducks?"
The front door opened and slammed shut.
Chloe's eyes widened, realizing they weren't alone in the mansion anymore.
Spike looked at her and then sighed, motioning for the door.
Chloe didn't need anymore encouraging, and hurried to the safety of her own room.