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.
There were no more Mohra Demon sightings. Either they'd already managed to do whatever they'd come for or the fact that some of their warriors were millions of shattered pieces had caused them to retire for now. Chloe doubted that fighting two teenaged girls could have truly scared the Mohra though, so she was uneasy the next couple of days. It also didn't help that Angel and Spike were both being very...annoying. To say that they hadn't taken the news about the Mohra attack lightly was an understatement, and Chloe had had to fight with them every single time she'd tried to leave the house. She had to remind them that Mohra's weren't like vampires and could easily enter her house if they decided to get revenge on her and Lois for the kicking of their asses, but the vampires weren't seeing reason.
They'd taken turns babysitting her while the other went to beat up Willy the Snitch, obviously believing he knew more than he was saying and the regular beatings would finally knock it out of him. Chloe doubted Willy really knew anything because the man was sleazy, yes, but he was a damned coward and there was no way he'd be valiantly keeping information from Spike and Angel when they were making it their mission to beat the shit out of him nightly. She tried to point this out to them, and that was when she wondered if they weren't just taking their frustration out on Willy instead of just getting info because they'd admitted that they'd already considered this but neither seemed to care.
Lois was working on gathering the ingredients to the unbinding spell she was still planning on casting on the house, hopeful that that would be enough to let her come inside. Her determination had grown since the Mohra incident, and she'd somehow corralled Cordelia into helping her track down the more obscure ingredients. Cordelia complained and nagged and made faces and "ewwwww"s constantly, but seemed to be helping nonetheless.
"You realize that those Mohra were most probably sent after Buffy, right?" Chloe got desperate enough to announce one night, this particular night finding Angel as the babysitter and Spike as the fists of glory hunting down info and beating up unsuspecting fools (or paying others to beat them up as Willy was undoubtedly human and Spike's chip didn't allow him to personally harm the guy).
"Yes, that thought had crossed my mind." Angel admitted, gaze not leaving his drawing pad, intent on what he was doing.
Chloe pursed her lips at him from where she'd just finished her homework, sitting on the floor, leaning on the coffee table her books and pens were on. "Shouldn't you, I don't know, babysit her?"
"Why would I?" Angel mumbled, only half paying attention. "Buffy's got friends to do that, and she can take care of herself if the need comes."
Green eyes narrowed at the implication. "Whereas I don't have friends and I couldn't possibly protect myself. It's not as if I've actually fought one before or anything."
Angel murmured something, obviously not really paying attention at all.
She felt like chucking something at him really hard.
And what was he drawing anyway?
He'd been ever the artist lately, drawing incessantly in his drawing pad and yet never offering to show what it was he was drawing.
And now that she thought about it, hadn't Spike been writing more lately? He too wouldn't allow Chloe to see what he was writing but whatever it was engrossed him and caused him to go to the thesaurus multiple times.
Chloe frowned, wondering what those two vampires were up to when not babysitting her or beating up Willy.
And why was it so confidential?
"So..." she tried for more conversation. "I'm thinking that Lois might actually manage to break through mom's spell on the house and if she does that it's a good chance she could become more powerful than her."
Angel nodded, gaze on the paper before him. "Hmmmmm."
Frustration grew. "And my mother, she slapped me, by the way. I never told you or Spike because I didn't trust either of you not to do something stupid."
"Right." Angel agreed, seeming to be adding shading to his drawing.
"I'm honestly thinking about getting my nipple pierced." When even that earned her no response Chloe wondered just how far she could go without him paying attention. "I had a threesome with Xander Harris and Rupert Giles in the middle of the school library today."
"Uh-huh." Angel nodded.
"Principal Snyder came in and caught us at it and started a big speech on school spirit, scolding us for not using cheerleaders to egg us on harder." Chloe's annoyance was slowly starting to turn into childish amusement at this newfound game.
"Imagine that." Angel mumbled.
"I know! Principal Snyder said I needed more practice so he enlisted the whole Sunnydale swim and football team." She leaned over the desk, grinning evilly at the vampire. "It was tiring but I gave as good as I got."
Angel frowned as he erased something.
"And then the cheerleaders." Chloe tried for lust. "They're real sports, you know? Helped me with my overtime." Her smile was evil. "I learned to roll my tongue."
"Very useful." Angel declared distractedly.
"I know." Chloe tried desperately not to chuckle. "I'm thinking about getting a tongue ring though because Taylor, the quarterback, said it makes giving head so much better."
"Mmmhmmmm." Angel agreed mindlessly.
"Would you like that Angel?" Chloe couldn't help herself, an illicit thrill jolting through her body at the realization that she could say anything she wanted to him without consequence. "Would you like me to get a tongue piercing? Would you like to feel it?"
He erased something else.
"I'd like a taste of you." She bit down on her bottom lip. "I'd swallow every last drop."
He froze, eyes widening as he turned towards her. "What did you say?"
His reaction shocked her, and it was all she could do to keep the guilty look off of her face. "I said, I'm going to the kitchen, would you like a blood pop."
Angel just looked at her, a strange expression on his face, before he suddenly looked away. "Sure."
Standing from the ground, Chloe stretched with a slight groan before heading towards the kitchen. "Blood pops" had started out as a practical joke of hers when Spike had ended up eating most of her ice pops, and she'd decided to buy another ice pops container and instead of filling it with her flavor of choice she'd filled it with O Pos. Surprisingly enough, the joke had been on her since both vampires had seemed to actually like the treat, Spike going as far as to add different flavor to his blood before freezing it by adding condiments like cinnamon or even alcohol.
Chloe flipped on the light in the kitchen and headed towards the fridge, opening the freezer's door and pulling out the two different six-unit ice pops containers, both blood red, one with cherry goodness and the other blood and vodka. The blonde went to the sink, turning the faucet and placing first the blood pop container under the water and then the cherry pop container until each had thawed enough to come loose. She rested both containers on the sink and turned off the water, then pulled out two of the pops by their plastic handles and then realized that she couldn't carry the containers back to the freezer while holding both pop sticks. The blonde gaze down at the identical pops and stuffed one into her mouth as she grabbed the containers with her free hand, freezing when the taste of metallic vodka rushed her senses.
She'd put the wrong pop in her mouth.
Chloe cringed at the taste, the crimson liquid melting slowly with the heat of her mouth and forcing her to swallow as she quickly made her way to the freezer and put the containers back.
The second the containers were back in the freezer and the door closed, Chloe pulled the blood pop out of her mouth and cringed through her last swallow of the weird tasting concoction. It wasn't necessarily bad, the vodka overpowering the blood, but the fact that she knew it was blood played with her mind. She could taste it all over her mouth, a trail of the red liquid making its way down the corner of her mouth.
A sound caused her to turn towards the doorway and found Angel standing there, eyeing her oddly, intensely.
"Is that..." he moved forwards. "Blood?"
Chloe gulped, the taste sharp against her palette. "I-uh-got them mixed up." She held up both. "They're identical."
Angel was silent as he came towards her, his face shifting to that of his demon.
Chloe's heart raced, though not from fear. This face was the one she was used to, having first met and cared for him with it. Despite the fact that this was the demon's visage, she could never fear it.
Grabbing her by her hips, Angel surprised her by picking her up and swinging around, planting her down on the free counter space, standing between her thighs as he leaned in and licked the blood trail down the corner of her mouth up to her lips.
Chloe gasped, and when she did he captured her mouth with his own, slipping his tongue passed her lips, claiming every inch. He cleaned her mouth of every hint of blood and vodka, leaving his own taste instead as his grip on her hips tightened and he brought her tighter against him, betraying his desire against the apex of her legs.
The blonde cried out at the surprising bulge, dropping the forgotten pops to the floor as her hands slid into his dark tresses, clenching fistfuls as she arched into him.
Angel growled, the sound reverberating within her as suddenly metallic taste filled her mouth once more.
Chloe tensed for a split second, confused as to why she was tasting blood again, wondering if Angel had managed to nick her with his fangs somehow, but the lack of pain denied that she'd been cut. And then Angel flicked his tongue against her, coating it with the metallic taste. His blood. It was his blood. He'd removed every trace of the offending vodka-mixed blood and was replacing it with his own.
Part of Chloe recoiled, hematophagy not exactly something she'd ever thought of as appealing, yet she trusted Angel had a reason for this and just accepted him without question. Her tongue flicked against his timidly, and something rose warm and electrifying spread throughout her body as Angel growled once more, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her almost painfully close as he took the kiss deeper. His need pulsed against her, causing a blush of embarrassment and need to creep up her breasts.
The front door slammed shut. "I COME BEARING NEWS!"
Chloe's eyes widened, shocked out of the mood as Spike could be heard coming towards them. She slapped at Angel's back when he refused to let go of her when she struggled.
Angel tensed, a growl rolling in the back of his throat before he finally turned to look at Spike, who was leaning in the doorway, eyebrow raised.
"Careful 'Gel." Spike declared evenly as he watched them with arms folded over his chest. "We wouldn't want you to get all Happy, would we?"
Angel didn't move.
Horrified and embarrassed, Chloe pushed at him, slipping off of the counter and moving so that her back was leaning against the fridge. She took in deep breaths, keeping both vampires in her sight, not trusting either to be out of her peripheral vision. "You said you have news?"
Spike eyed her oddly, a muscle jumping in his cheek. "Whatever I could have said isn't half as interesting as what was going on here."
"Enough, Spike." Angel growled at him.
"Just stating things how they are." Spike replied in that odd way of his. "You do remember that if you get the Happy you'll go back to the 'Gelus we all love to despise, right?" His pale blue gaze went to Chloe before returning to Angel, his expression going provoking. "Don't think the bird will be so trusting with you, would like you half as much, if you play the Cum and Go game with her like you did with the Slayer." He sneered. "Remember, the last time you played that little game you ended up with a sword through your gut and a nice, all expenses paid trip to some lovely hell dimension."
Angel snarled and made towards Spike menacingly.
Spike's face shifted as well as he met him.
"Enough!" Chloe hurried between them, placing her hand on each of their chests, knowing they could easily push her to the side if the truly wanted to. "How many times do I have to tell you guys that there will be no fighting in this house? Especially not between you two? If you can't understand that the both of you will be out on your asses!"
They turned their annoyed, angered demon faces on her.
"Oh yes, watch me tremble." Chloe snapped at them both, grabbing hold of both of their shirts. "We're a family. Families argue, they don't even have to like each other, but they stick together and they protect each other. They do not turn on each other when they should be banding closer. There are Mohra Demons out there. They're known for hunting down warriors of The Powers That Be. They could very well have been after Buffy but I was the one who was attacked and nearly killed, would have been killed if Lois hadn't saved me. If you two don't start getting your act together I'll ask her to unbind the spell on her home and leave you two here to kill each other. I'd be safer with her anyway since you two are two busy trying to kill each other."
Both Spike and Angel growled at that not so subtle jab at both of them.
Honestly, Chloe didn't want either of them thinking she was a target (she didn't even really believe it) but she knew them enough to know that this was the only way to get them to stop fighting each other...by giving them someone else to fight with.
"Don't bloody play the innocent here ducks," Spike snapped at her. "You're mostly to blame for this whole situation."
"Me?" She squeaked. "I've done nothing! You two are the ones who're constantly at each other's throats!"
"Because you're a bloody cocktease!" Spike nearly yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
Chloe froze, her eyes wide.
She wanted to scream at him and tell him that it wasn't true, she wasn't!
But now as she thought about it...the blonde felt mortified as she realized he could be right.
She knew they were both somewhat attracted to her, and she'd never done anything to dissuade that attraction. If they'd kiss her she'd kiss back. She flirted. She danced around the issue while never truly tackling it head on. She'd put up the whole "I'm not a sex kitten" rule but then whenever one of them touched her she didn't even put up a fight. She wanted it. Wanted them. And then she got angry when they took out their resentment on each other?
Spike was right.
This was her fault!
"Of course I'm bloody right!" Spike growled.
"Spike, shut up already." Angel glared at him.
"No, he's right." Chloe let go of their shirts and went to lean against the fridge once more, hugging herself. "He's completely right. I've-I've-," she cleared her throat, cringing. "I've been a c-cocktease."
"You haven't." Angel defended her honor valiantly. "We've been the ones who have been pressing the issue with you."
"And I could have denied either or both of you, but I didn't." Chloe couldn't believe she was talking this candidly about these things. "How can I honestly expect the both of you to get along and for there to be no tension between us if one moment I'm kissing one of you and the other minute I'm kissing the other? And then we never talk about it, about what it means, what implications it has or anything."
"Damn straight." Spike was apparently seriously pissed.
And he had every right.
She wouldn't like it if she were in his position.
"Things can't continue the way it has between us." Chloe decided, feeling queasy.
Angel eyed her, wary.
"There's only one solution that I can see that will fix this." Chloe ran her hand through her hair.
"Bloody finally." Spike snorted, folding his arms over his chest. "Thought we'd end up tearing out each other's throats before you figured this whole damn thing out!"
"Spike, enough." Angel snapped.
"No! If I hadn't said what we were both thinking she would never have realized what the real issue here is and come to the obvious realization of how to end this whole problem once and for all!" Spike snarled at Angel. "If anything, Poofster, you should be thanking me."
Chloe took in a deep breath. "I can't believe I've been putting it off when I knew it was the best thing-the only thing-I could do in this situation."
"Shame on you." Spike was laying it on thick. "But at least you're playing with the big kids now. You're up to speed and things can only go uphill from hereon."
"Right." Chloe nodded, gulping. "I just have to get my head around the thought of actually having a girlfriend. I mean, I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but still, I don't think it actually hit me."
"Yes well-wait-what?" Spike's smarter-than-thou smugness suddenly evaporated into confusion.
Angel groaned and looked away. "Good work, William. It's a good thing you decided to handle this."
"Oi! You! Not helping!" Spike snapped at him before turning to Chloe, eyes narrowed on her. "You are not that bloody dense luv."
First she was a cocktease and now dense?
Chloe was starting to feel offended.
"You don't need a bloody girlfriend, I thought we'd established this when you came clean to us about your bleedin' curse." Spike kept his narrowed eyes on her. "You've got 'Gel and I, and while 'Gel is basically impotent thanks to his little curse," he sent Angel an evil smirk before returning his look towards her. "You've got me. Between the two of us we're going to scratch you're every itch. And you'll scratch ours. Or. At least. Mine."
Chloe frowned at the platinum blonde. "That's what started this whole issue Spike!"
"No, you fluttering around the issue, promising and not coming through, is what caused this." Spike replied before turing to Angel. "And what's up with you, eh? You have a bloody curse Old Man! You can't be putting your hands all over her! You'll get a Happy!"
It stroked Chloe's ego somewhat that Spike believed she could give Angel that moment of Perfect Happiness.
"We don't know that the curse is the same." Angel argued, face going back human. "Jenny was the one who put this together for me, remember that. She wouldn't have added the Happiness Clause again. She'd already seen all that happened when Angelus was set free. She wouldn't want to risk that ever again." Angel's dark eyes were determined. "And she wasn't punishing me with a soul like her ancestors, she was gifting it."
"Suppositions!" Spike huffed, not seeming at all convinced. "What if you get hilt deep in our bird and then your soul goes sayonara like last time?"
"It's not." Angel snapped. "And what do you care anyway? I thought you liked Angelus more."
"I can't stand either or you." Spike replied, face returning human. "But at least the soul isn't stupid enough to want to end the friggin world!"
"I'm not going to try and end the world!" Angel huffed, annoyed. "Been there, done that, got run through with a sword!"
Spike opened his mouth.
Chloe sensed it, eyes widening. "Shut up! The both of you! Please!"
It must have been the 'please', because both vampires went silent immediately.
Chloe felt the barrier she had around the house being attacked, a weakness being searched for so as to destroy it. "I need you two to leave through the back. Don't make a sound. Don't come back until I call you, and if I don't call you by sunrise find somewhere else to hide during the day."
"What the hell?" Spike frowned.
"Please." Chloe could feel the attack strengthen. "My mother is out there trying to get in. I can't let her know about you two. Not yet."
Spike looked like he was about to protest.
Angel grabbed him by his collar and yanked him out through the back door with him, closing the door silently.
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe quickly cleaned up the melted pops and then turned towards the front door and walked towards it, willing the shield around her house, the one that kept her mother from entering to strengthen. What was she doing here? Hadn't they had enough of a bad meeting at the dance? Chloe's cheek still throbbed sometimes from the force of the blow and she knew that this couldn't end well.
It was with that knowledge that she opened her front door and turned on the outside light, illuminating Moira Sullivan who stood on the outside of the small arched gate looking mildly impressed.
"How is it that you can't manage a half-decent glamour and yet cast an impressive protective shield?" Moira questioned. "Did Lois cast it?"
It shouldn't hurt to be reminded just how little her mother thought about her abilities, she should be used to it already. "What are you doing here?"
A flash of emotion could be seen on Moira's face before it was gone, replaced by determination. "The underground has been buzzing lately. Apparently two vampire Masters are here in town. Angelus the Scourge of Europe and William the Bloody have been here before but they'd left some time ago. They're extremely dangerous and have been said to have been seen around this neighborhood, which isn't surprisingly considering how close it is to the cemetery. Have you noticed any suspicious vampires these last couple of nights?"
"No one suspicious." She could be truthful, Spike and Angel didn't really seem like suspicious characters to her. "You didn't just come here to gossip. So what else is there to talk about?"
"Lois told me you two were attacked by Mohra demons." Moira replied, straight to the point. "You should have told me, Chloe."
"And let you grieve over the fact that they didn't get rid of your defective kid?"
Moira's expression went completely blank. "That was a low blow, Chloe."
She knew it.
"Mohra's don't just attack willy nilly. They are usually sent by someone." Moira replied. "Were they after you? Or Lois?"
Chloe took in a deep breath. "Probably neither. We just got in the way."
"Who fought them more?" Moira asked, although she seemed to already know the answer. "Who did they seem to attack more viciously?"
"Lois." Chloe responded, cringing, knowing that her mother already knew this just by knowing Lois' power compared to hers.
"I thought so. The Mohra usually target important warriors of The Powers That Be...or people who are important to the Balance." Moira rubbed her chin. "I knew Lois' power was incredibly strong for her age, but the fact that they were sent after her only shows that she's even more important than I gave her credit for. I will have to increase her training." Those cold blue eyes rested on Chloe. "Will be much easier now that you refuse to be taught."
Chloe bit back a snap at her mother. "How fortunate."
A muscle jumped in Moira's cheek. "Are you not going to invite your own mother into your house? I'm...curious...to see what you've made of the piece of junk."
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe waited for a moment to compose herself before smiling pleasantly at her mother. "Please, come in."
Moira tried to open the gate.
She tried harder.
"Ooops. Sorry. This spell of Lois'...I just have a hard time controlling it." Chloe continued to smile, just letting her mother believe this was Lois' power keeping her out.
Finally the magic let Moira open the gate and walk in, although it was obvious that she felt uncomfortable.
Moira walked down the stone walkway to the house and stepped inside, flinching as if having been zapped with electricity. She then shook it off and looked around the foyer. "You've painted."
"Was a bitch." Chloe nodded.
"Would have been easy with the right spell and ability." Moira murmured before stepping through the arched doorway into the house itself, gazing around her in silence as she took in the fresh coat of paint, the new furniture and the decorations. She pursed her lips, eyebrows nearly touching in a frown. "How did you manage to afford all of this on your allowance?"
"I know where to shop." Chloe replied vaguely.
"It would seem." Moira kept her lips pursed as she allowed Chloe to give her the grand tour of the living room, dinning room, kitchen, and of the rest of the mansion which she'd worked on. The blonde skipped the parts she had yet to get around to, and took her mother upstairs, feeling a moment's panic when her mother moved immediately towards Angel's room.
But the door wouldn't open.
No matter how hard Moira tried, she couldn't open the door, and it obviously frustrated her.
"Lois' abilities are far superior than I gave her credit for if her spell could be this strong." Moira mumbled after she found herself unable to open the door to Spike's room either. "It's not a wonder that you're unable to fully control it."
Chloe bit back the retort on the tip of her tongue.
Moira finished touring the rest of the few remodeled rooms upstairs and then sniffed on her way back down the stairs. "Your room lacks basic spellcraft essentials. You need to erect some sort of special protection for that room, and if you're unable to do so by the gods make Lois do it. At least we know it'll be done properly, even if she has to cast it from the outside. Just stand in the window so she can know which room to focus on."
"Of course." Chloe walked her mother towards the foyer, hoping it was hint enough that she'd outworn her welcome. "If that's all, I have practicing I need to do."
Moira's lips pursed more. "About that-."
Chloe's phone beeped and she reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone and reading the text message that had just arrived from Buffy: Need to talk to you. Am across the street.
"Lois calling to check up on you I suppose." Moira declared.
"You know, I actually have friends who aren't Lois." Chloe tried her best to keep civil.
"Of course you do."
"I do." Chloe responded, voice betraying her annoyance finally. "And one of those people is waiting on me. So if that's all you came here to do I need to go."
Moira huffed, going to the door and opening it, leaving.
Chloe followed her out, closing the door behind her before making her way to the gate and closing it after her mother and her, noting with slight amusement how Moira seemed to let out a breath of relief the second she stepped out of the gate, as if she could breathe better now.
There, standing across the street, was Buffy.
"Is that the Slayer?" Moira asked in surprise when she noticed her. "What's the Slayer doing here?"
"Drive safely." Chloe ignored her question, looking both ways before crossing the street, meeting Buffy by the light post. "Hey."
Buffy shifted her weight on her feet. "I need to ask a favor."
Chloe raised an eyebrow. "If this has to do with Angel-."
"No!" Buffy shook her head. "I'm not-no
. This has to do with..." she either did the Jazz Fingers movement or could have been referring to magic...maybe.
"What exactly do you need?" Chloe asked, not noticing that her mother had yet to leave and was watching them intently from the other side of the road.
"It's about the Maury demons."
"Mohra demons?" Chloe blinked.
"Right. Mara demons." Buffy nodded.
Chloe bit the inside of her cheek, amused. "What about them?"
"Well, we've been investigating and we think they're after the Seal of Solomon."
Chloe's eyes widened. "The Seal of Solomon is in Sunnydale
"You know about the Seal?" Buffy seemed surprised.
"A magical ring which was said to have the ability to imprison demons?" Chloe made a face. "It stood out in my studies, yeah. Mom was saying how much easier it would be if it were found and used to rid the world of demons once and for all, or at least control them and keep the bad ones in line." She frowned. "But in the wrong hands anyone who had the ring could enslave all demons and make them their slaves. There was a reason it was taken from King Solomon. The power went to his head. It's too powerful for just one person to command. Think Sauron's One Ring."
"Huh?" Buffy looked completely lost.
"Never mind." Embarrassed by how much of a geek she was, Chloe sighed. "If you guys know where it is what do you need my help for?"
"That's it you see, we've already found it." Buffy flinched.
Chloe's eyes narrowed. "What happened?"
"Xander tried it on and..." Buffy frowned. "I think it's possessed him. Giles tried to do something to stop him but the ring has tied itself to Xander and he's enslaving every demon he comes upon and while that's usually a-okay the Seal actually works on humans too."
?" Chloe gasped.
"Oz, Willow and Giles are all under his control and I can't think of anyone else to turn to." Buffy bit her bottom lip.
Chloe looked back at her house, finding her mother thankfully gone. "Spike and Angel might know something about the Seal...and if there's a need for magic Lois is really the one to go to. I'll call her. We can meet up someplace we can all talk. Can't be my house, Lois can't enter it."
"The school's library. Xander is avoiding there like hell for some reason." Buffy revealed, though she looked confused as to why Lois couldn't enter her own cousin's house.
Intrigued by that information, Chloe pulled out her phone and began dialing Lois' number.