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saoneTitle: Children Scream the Darndest Things
Summary: You find love in the oddest places.
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Not betad. Non-explicit wholesale slaughter of children.
Disclaimer: Not mine
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wirrrn requested “Parker Abrahms/Spike vs The Corn Children from Gatlin.” So, you know, blame him. *g*
*****
After the Slayer's little band had reunited, and
the subsequent defeat of Adam, Spike had decided the
best course of action for him to pursue was to
get drunk. Very, very drunk. And, unlike his half
assed attempts when
Dru left him, this time he meant it.
He crashed his reclaimed and beloved DeSoto through the front window of a liquor store and had cleared most of the shelves
before the distant wail of sirens had him speeding
off into the night.
The bleached vamp had made a good size dent in his
ill gotten intoxicants when he came up with a new plan--a
foolproof plan. He would leave Sunnyhell, this time
for good. Bitsy would just have to be the Slayer that got
away.
Happy that at last he had managed to come up with a
decent, thought out strategy, Spike decided to roll
past USC one last
time and give the campus the ole two fingered
salute. And, possibly, maybe dance a little jig on the
still smoldering remains of the recently demolished
Lowell House.
It would be closure.
But, as the DeSoto crawled along an empty street near
the dorms, Spike saw something that made him decide to
augment the plan.
Droopy-boy, all by his lonesome, was moping down
the sidewalk. Spike had a moment of glee at the
thought that maybe his machinations had had further reaching
consequences. Maybe everything
wasn't all happy hunky dory in Slayerette land.
Spike parked the DeSoto and crept down the street
until he was right behind the woefully unaware Harris.
Trusting that he was too liquored up to feel much
from the chip, he pounced. They both went down in a
heap, the poor boy's head bouncing off the sidewalk.
Spike spent the next few minutes flat on his ass,
snickering at the genius of his evil plan while
holding his pounding head.
After a quick search under all the bottles in the
trunk, he found a length of rope that was only
slightly crusty. So, he tied Harris up, stuffed him
in the back seat, and ran over the Welcome to
Sunnydale sign one last time.
Spike's life was good. Until he sobered up.
Some indeterminate time later, he woke up in a crypt
with a bottle of Jack in one
hand and a terrified human crouched in the corner.
Usually, both of those would be good things. However,
the funk in his mouth was enough to convince Spike to
lay off alcohol for at least the rest of the decade,
and tear streaked face staring at him from the corner
was not Xander Harris’.
Spike stared at the sniveling figure. He could have
sworn he knew the kid from somewhere. After a few
seconds it came to him. This was the guy that had rejected
Bunny. He had slept with her, then dumped her skinny superpowered ass by the wayside. Spike almost felt a bit of respect for
the pretty little morsel, whatever his name was... He was
pretty sure it started with a P.
A flash of his fangs had the kid about ready to piss
himself. Spike couldn't help but grin, which then
made the kid pass out.
Spike’s life was good again. His vamp face kept
Payton in line, and got them money whenever he found
people to rob. He was starting to feel almost
like his old self again, and he hadn't even needed
to spill a drop of blood.
Of course, all good things have to end, and Spike's
good humored vanished the instant they crossed the Nebraska
state line. Something made the demon's skin itch, and
he had wanted nothing more than to hightail it out
of the cursed state. But, the DeSoto needed gas, so
against his better judgment, at the first signs of
civilization the vampire left the highway and
coasted into the tiny town of Gatlin.
All in all, he should have stayed in Sunnydale.
The old garage they stopped at was deserted, the
pumps dry. Spike let loose with some colorful
cursing as Pascal huddled inside the car.
Suddenly, Spike smelled fresh meat. He spun around and saw a
group of children running down the street towards them.
Normally, Spike would have rather laid out for a tan,
then admit he was frightened by a gaggle of appetizers.
But, these children were different. Their eyes held
the disturbing glint of madness, and their little hands
held various sharp objects.
Spike let his fangs drop, but it didn't seem to
even phased the little bastards,
so he grabbed his human and ran for the nearest
available shelter--an old, yet sturdy storage shed behind
the garage. He barricaded the door just as the structure began
to shake from dozens of little hands beating against
the wood.
Yep, road trip from hell.
"What are you doing?!" Payton yelled. "You're a vampire!
They're just little kids! Slaughter them!"
Spike was pleasantly surprised at his yummy's way of
thinking. "Wish I could, pet. But, uh... I can't."
"What? What do you mean, you can't?" Pierce shivered
as the pounding intensified. "Is it because
they're kids? Is there some sort of moral code that
says you can't kill anybody under eighteen?"
"Wha- Of course not! Don't be daft. Moral code,” Spike
snorted. "Please."
"Then, what are you waiting for? Murder 'em for Christ's sake!"
"Look, pet, when I say I can't, I mean, I physically can't."
Spike scowled. "I... The government put a microchip
in my head. Every time I try to hurt a living human it
zaps me."
The boy did nothing by stare at him for several long,
moments. "Let me get this straight,” he finally
said. "You have a chip in your brain that prevents
you from harming humans."
"Yes."
"So, any time during the last few days I could have
run away, and you couldn't have done anything to stop me?"
"Yes."
"I could have beaten you bloody with a tire iron and
left your carcass out to meet the dawn and you
couldn't have been able to do anything about it?"
Spike shifted uncomfortable. "Pretty much."
"I've been petrified of you for the last three days and
you're telling me you're basically fangless!"
"Oy! There's no need for name-calling." For a second
Spike was certain he was about to get his balls handed
to him.
Palmer was advancing angrily when a look of confusion
spread over his face. "Wait a minute. Back in
Sunnydale, you attacked me."
"Yeah, well, I was pretty much wasted... and, I kinda thought
you were somebody else." Spike watched
as the kid's left eye began to twitch violently.
"SON OF A BITCH!" Payton screamed. He stalked off
into the dark recesses of the shed, and Spike could
hear various other expletives along with what sounded
like heavy objects being thrown about. Then, there
were a few moments of silence before another noise
erupted from the area Preston had retreated to.
Spike's eyes were wide as he watched the kid stride out from
the darkness, a grim, yet slightly manic look on his face
and a chainsaw in his hands.
"Open the door!" Pascal shouted.
Spike eagerly complied, and his tasty morsel stalked off
into the night within seconds the night was filled by the most delightful piglet-like
squeals.
Prewitt was covered with blood and bits of baby fat, and Spike
didn’t think he had ever seen a more beautiful sight. Not even
his dark princess could compare with the vision before him.
Suddenly, before Spike surrendered to his desire to give his sticky human a thorough tongue bath, the ground began to shake. A tentacled THING burst through the dirt and waved it’s many arms menacingly over the carnage.
Palmer paled. "Oh, crap."
Spike’s grin was feral. "Not to worry, Pr-, uh, luv. That, I can
handle."
The boy smiled slyly and cocked his head, then quickly righted it
when a bit of gore slipped in his ear. "You don't even know my name, do you?"
"Well..." Spike was pleasantly shocked as a
hard kiss was pressed onto his lips.
"Name's Parker."
"Parker." Spike licked his lips, tasting blood and wanting
more. "I knew that."
"Great. So, you take care of that thing, I'll butcher the rest
of the kids, and then you and I are going to have a long
and serious talk, mister."
Spike watched his human chase after the remaining children, and
he could have sworn his long dead heart gave a little thump. He
turned to face the menacing creature of the corn, and he couldn't
help but grin. "Let's get this over with quick, yeah?
I think I'm in love."
Summary: You find love in the oddest places.
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Not betad. Non-explicit wholesale slaughter of children.
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: For the Fic or Treat
wirrrn requested “Parker Abrahms/Spike vs The Corn Children from Gatlin.” So, you know, blame him. *g******
After the Slayer's little band had reunited, and
the subsequent defeat of Adam, Spike had decided the
best course of action for him to pursue was to
get drunk. Very, very drunk. And, unlike his half
assed attempts when
Dru left him, this time he meant it.
He crashed his reclaimed and beloved DeSoto through the front window of a liquor store and had cleared most of the shelves
before the distant wail of sirens had him speeding
off into the night.
The bleached vamp had made a good size dent in his
ill gotten intoxicants when he came up with a new plan--a
foolproof plan. He would leave Sunnyhell, this time
for good. Bitsy would just have to be the Slayer that got
away.
Happy that at last he had managed to come up with a
decent, thought out strategy, Spike decided to roll
past USC one last
time and give the campus the ole two fingered
salute. And, possibly, maybe dance a little jig on the
still smoldering remains of the recently demolished
Lowell House.
It would be closure.
But, as the DeSoto crawled along an empty street near
the dorms, Spike saw something that made him decide to
augment the plan.
Droopy-boy, all by his lonesome, was moping down
the sidewalk. Spike had a moment of glee at the
thought that maybe his machinations had had further reaching
consequences. Maybe everything
wasn't all happy hunky dory in Slayerette land.
Spike parked the DeSoto and crept down the street
until he was right behind the woefully unaware Harris.
Trusting that he was too liquored up to feel much
from the chip, he pounced. They both went down in a
heap, the poor boy's head bouncing off the sidewalk.
Spike spent the next few minutes flat on his ass,
snickering at the genius of his evil plan while
holding his pounding head.
After a quick search under all the bottles in the
trunk, he found a length of rope that was only
slightly crusty. So, he tied Harris up, stuffed him
in the back seat, and ran over the Welcome to
Sunnydale sign one last time.
Spike's life was good. Until he sobered up.
Some indeterminate time later, he woke up in a crypt
with a bottle of Jack in one
hand and a terrified human crouched in the corner.
Usually, both of those would be good things. However,
the funk in his mouth was enough to convince Spike to
lay off alcohol for at least the rest of the decade,
and tear streaked face staring at him from the corner
was not Xander Harris’.
Spike stared at the sniveling figure. He could have
sworn he knew the kid from somewhere. After a few
seconds it came to him. This was the guy that had rejected
Bunny. He had slept with her, then dumped her skinny superpowered ass by the wayside. Spike almost felt a bit of respect for
the pretty little morsel, whatever his name was... He was
pretty sure it started with a P.
A flash of his fangs had the kid about ready to piss
himself. Spike couldn't help but grin, which then
made the kid pass out.
Spike’s life was good again. His vamp face kept
Payton in line, and got them money whenever he found
people to rob. He was starting to feel almost
like his old self again, and he hadn't even needed
to spill a drop of blood.
Of course, all good things have to end, and Spike's
good humored vanished the instant they crossed the Nebraska
state line. Something made the demon's skin itch, and
he had wanted nothing more than to hightail it out
of the cursed state. But, the DeSoto needed gas, so
against his better judgment, at the first signs of
civilization the vampire left the highway and
coasted into the tiny town of Gatlin.
All in all, he should have stayed in Sunnydale.
The old garage they stopped at was deserted, the
pumps dry. Spike let loose with some colorful
cursing as Pascal huddled inside the car.
Suddenly, Spike smelled fresh meat. He spun around and saw a
group of children running down the street towards them.
Normally, Spike would have rather laid out for a tan,
then admit he was frightened by a gaggle of appetizers.
But, these children were different. Their eyes held
the disturbing glint of madness, and their little hands
held various sharp objects.
Spike let his fangs drop, but it didn't seem to
even phased the little bastards,
so he grabbed his human and ran for the nearest
available shelter--an old, yet sturdy storage shed behind
the garage. He barricaded the door just as the structure began
to shake from dozens of little hands beating against
the wood.
Yep, road trip from hell.
"What are you doing?!" Payton yelled. "You're a vampire!
They're just little kids! Slaughter them!"
Spike was pleasantly surprised at his yummy's way of
thinking. "Wish I could, pet. But, uh... I can't."
"What? What do you mean, you can't?" Pierce shivered
as the pounding intensified. "Is it because
they're kids? Is there some sort of moral code that
says you can't kill anybody under eighteen?"
"Wha- Of course not! Don't be daft. Moral code,” Spike
snorted. "Please."
"Then, what are you waiting for? Murder 'em for Christ's sake!"
"Look, pet, when I say I can't, I mean, I physically can't."
Spike scowled. "I... The government put a microchip
in my head. Every time I try to hurt a living human it
zaps me."
The boy did nothing by stare at him for several long,
moments. "Let me get this straight,” he finally
said. "You have a chip in your brain that prevents
you from harming humans."
"Yes."
"So, any time during the last few days I could have
run away, and you couldn't have done anything to stop me?"
"Yes."
"I could have beaten you bloody with a tire iron and
left your carcass out to meet the dawn and you
couldn't have been able to do anything about it?"
Spike shifted uncomfortable. "Pretty much."
"I've been petrified of you for the last three days and
you're telling me you're basically fangless!"
"Oy! There's no need for name-calling." For a second
Spike was certain he was about to get his balls handed
to him.
Palmer was advancing angrily when a look of confusion
spread over his face. "Wait a minute. Back in
Sunnydale, you attacked me."
"Yeah, well, I was pretty much wasted... and, I kinda thought
you were somebody else." Spike watched
as the kid's left eye began to twitch violently.
"SON OF A BITCH!" Payton screamed. He stalked off
into the dark recesses of the shed, and Spike could
hear various other expletives along with what sounded
like heavy objects being thrown about. Then, there
were a few moments of silence before another noise
erupted from the area Preston had retreated to.
Spike's eyes were wide as he watched the kid stride out from
the darkness, a grim, yet slightly manic look on his face
and a chainsaw in his hands.
"Open the door!" Pascal shouted.
Spike eagerly complied, and his tasty morsel stalked off
into the night within seconds the night was filled by the most delightful piglet-like
squeals.
Prewitt was covered with blood and bits of baby fat, and Spike
didn’t think he had ever seen a more beautiful sight. Not even
his dark princess could compare with the vision before him.
Suddenly, before Spike surrendered to his desire to give his sticky human a thorough tongue bath, the ground began to shake. A tentacled THING burst through the dirt and waved it’s many arms menacingly over the carnage.
Palmer paled. "Oh, crap."
Spike’s grin was feral. "Not to worry, Pr-, uh, luv. That, I can
handle."
The boy smiled slyly and cocked his head, then quickly righted it
when a bit of gore slipped in his ear. "You don't even know my name, do you?"
"Well..." Spike was pleasantly shocked as a
hard kiss was pressed onto his lips.
"Name's Parker."
"Parker." Spike licked his lips, tasting blood and wanting
more. "I knew that."
"Great. So, you take care of that thing, I'll butcher the rest
of the kids, and then you and I are going to have a long
and serious talk, mister."
Spike watched his human chase after the remaining children, and
he could have sworn his long dead heart gave a little thump. He
turned to face the menacing creature of the corn, and he couldn't
help but grin. "Let's get this over with quick, yeah?
I think I'm in love."
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Date: 2005-11-05 03:17 am (UTC)Hey,
You had me at "wholesale slaughter of children" *g*
Awesome. Spike and the P-Names, Parker enthusiastically encouraging homicide, Gay nookie. Guh. It's like Xmas!!
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Date: 2005-11-05 06:27 pm (UTC)Yeah, I figured that would catch your attention. ;D
Glad you liked it.
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Date: 2005-11-06 03:42 am (UTC)Loved it. Loooooooved it!
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