Soaps
by Spikes Boots
TITLE
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Soaps
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AUTHOR
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Spikes
Boots
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EMAIL
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Sanda56@yahoo.com
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DISCLAIMER
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The
characters in this story aren’t mine.
They belong to Joss Whedon
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CATEGORY
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Spike,
Drusilla and Angel
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RATINGS
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PG13(?)
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SUMMARY
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Spike’s
early “life”
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FEEDBACK
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Yes
please
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Outside the sun was shinning brightly out of a clear blue
cloudless sky. Butterflies flittered
over the wild flowers, birds sang and a heat haze shimmered over the tombs in
one of Sunnnydale’s many graveyards.
An eerie cry rang out from one of the crypts, shattering the calm of the
warm day. “No, you prat! That’s Jenny, the evil twin!”
Inside his crypt Spike was sprawled on the tomb he used for
a bed. He was watching one of his
favorite “stories” , Passions, on a flickering TV set. Dr Brett was just about to take his young
bride, Jane to bed – only it wasn’t her.
Jane was in fact bound and gagged in the old boat house where a bomb had
been set to go off by Jack. Jack was,
really Jane’s brother, but no-one knew this but the mysterious old priest,
Father Fred, who was actually Jack’s nephew.
This was due to the alien abduction of….
“No! She’s in the
bleeding boathouse!” Spike shouted at
his telly. Of course even a 126 year
old vampire didn’t expect any response from the characters on the screen. He took a swig from a can of beer and
groaned as the wicked Jenny removed her blouse. “Why do they never turn round?” he wondered. (So, you try getting cable installed if you
live in a crypt!)
Spike loved his soaps.
They made his life seem, well almost normal! He thought back.
He couldn’t remember much of his human life, but was sure it
had been miserable. When he was William he had been a petty criminal. His life
as a vampire had begun down a dark alley behind a north London pub. A tall,
dark stranger offered him the choice of eternal life as a vampire or death After the whole mutual blood sucking thing
was done he lost track of things for a while.
He came to in bed in a dark and
dusty house. He’d no idea who he was,
where he was or what was going on. He
drifted in and out of consciousness for a bit then became aware of a voice.
“Why, Angel,” she said,” he’s lovely!”
“Knew you’d like
him, Princess! He’ll make a great
playmate for you!”..
William recognized
the man from last night, the one who’d
bitten him. He was trying to think of
something appropriately tough to say when he took a proper look at the woman
and his world changed forever. She was
slim and pale with long, dark ringlets framing her face. Her features were delicate and her eyes like
deep brown velvet. Eyes you could drown
in. Eyes …
An explosion on the screen brought Spike back to reality
with a start. “Shit! They’ve blown up
Jane!” he smirked happily, taking another swig of his beer. He loved the way disaster wrecked the
character’s lives so casually. Very
much like his own life really!
At first Angel had been the perfect sire to him. He’d taught
him to hunt, and feed He taught William
about the sport in killing – they weren’t butchers there was a skill, an art to
being a vampire. Of course he also
taught him to “Always guard your perimeters,”!
William also spent much of his time with “Princess”, Drusilla. She was insane, of course, but William
didn’t mind in the least! Many was the
sunny day the violent young vampire and his “sister” played dolls tea party and dolls house. Angel was quietly amused at how William who could be
exceptionally cruel was so kind and patient with Drusilla. He could see that William was in love with Drusilla, yet, surprisingly had never tried
to seduce her. Some sort of strange
Victorian morality mixed with loyalty to their sire kept him from acting on his
feelings for her.
At first William had never been so happy and fulfilled in
his entire existence. Sadly, after
some years a bitter rivalry crept in between the two vampires. Each tried to be
crueler than the other. He gained the
nick-name William the Bloody around this time, but Angel always outshone
him. William could do nothing right for
his Sire. Somehow winning made the
older vampire even more moody and aggressive.
He’d had enough of being father to his odd little family. Drusilla’s insanity, once so quirky and
charming began to irritate him. He took to beating her. William could hear her
screams in the day sometimes. He hated
himself for not being able to stand up
to their sire. Drusilla became quiet
and withdrawn and often had bruises or burns.
Misery drove William and Drusilla closer together. They began to comfort each other, at first
with cuddles and chaste kisses but in no time the dolls were looking on with
shock in their glass eye as their mistress and her playmate made love amidst
the remains of a doll’s tea party!
The lovers spent all the time they could together, when
Angel was away. He seemed to be away
more, and more often these days. One
evening William was tip-toeing from Drusilla’s room when he noticed a note
pinned to her door.
Gone back to Darla.
Enjoy each other!
Love Papa xxx
Spike smiled a little sadly then finished his beer, throwing
the can to join a heap of others in the corner. That had been the real beginning of his life with Drusilla. The
times they’d had! No wonder he needed
his stories! He looked at his watch and
flicked off the TV with the remote.
Five hours to sun-down – he’d better get a little sleep!
(In case you’re worried Jane was blown clear in the
explosion. She lost her memory, however
and needed plastic surgery and is due to return to the series in the autumn as
the Peruvian maid…….)
END