A Little Vampire Bonding
by Mihreia

{Bloody Hell! So much for starting off with a good morning.} Spike
narrowed his eyes at the newest addition to his unlife, trying to
predict how the youngster would react to the part where the older
vampire had this little behaviour modification problem going on.

{Right. To tell or not to tell, that's the bleedin' question.}

On the one hand the kid might take offensive to living with a chipped
Master, who couldn't kill any Happy Meals if his unlife depended on
it. On the other hand, the whole idea of Spike fighting alongside the
slayer on a completely voluntary basis was completely against any
vampire's nature and even more of an abomination. There was just no
way to win this one.

Spike vamped out and angrily tore into the innocent blood bag that
was unlucky enough not to fall into the alive category. The look on
the other vampire's face became even more questioning.

"Ooo-kay, no need to get worked up about it." Alex quipped, but those
brown eyes reminded Spike a little too much of Xander's right then.
That big-eyed hurtful look always made his knees grow weak. Though
Spike had never seen that slightly calculating, but certainly
menacing glint in the mortal version's eyes.

Oh, Alex was sure to be a vicious vamp on the ladies. Just that sweet
look, coupled with the bad-boy leather outfit and Xander's somewhat
goofy charm tempered by the demon's seduction would be very popular
on the prey.

Almost as good as Spike himself was. Though the blonde also tended to
go for the accompanying pout on those occasions. If he could be
bothered to play head games with his meals at all. He was no bleedin'
Angelus with his lunatic plans and his crazy stalker habits. Angelus
never did the vulnerable look of course; he was a right dominating
bastard.

There was something to say for the harmless punk look though, Spike
had found out on occasion. Being relatively small and lean the blonde
knew he was underestimated a lot, and he was very good at exploiting
that little feature. Alex on the other hand would have to get it from
the harmless look alone. Eventhough the young vampire was not quite
as good at it as Xander, what with being soulless and all, he was
apparently good enough, because Spike caved almost immediately.

{Soddin' whipped nancyboy!} He chastised himself, then went searching
for a way to distract himself from the uncomfortable topic.

"It's not one of my best moments, pet." Spike moved towards the chair
where he had hung up his clothes and started dressing as he
talked. "Got me caught by a bunch of government types, who thought it
was bloody good fun to screw with a vamp's head. Those wankers gave
me a chip in my brain, that gives me great soddin' migraines whenever
I try to harm any humans."

He grimaced at Alex, who was still standing in the same spot with the
exact same expression on his face. Then the younger vampire scowled,
obviously not happy with the whole idea of the nummy treats rebelling
against their betters.

"Well, that sucks." Then he grinned devilishly at the older
vampire. "Are they still around? Maybe I can deliver some payback for
you. You know, insert some scrap metal into their brains to teach
them that's it's not nice to play about with other people's insides."
Alex waggled his eyebrows in a truly ridiculous manner.

{Oy! The kid's got style! Inventive little vampire, aren't you?}

Spike waved him off with a hand, grinning widely. "Nah. Got me
revenge there, when I teamed up with the slayer. She's a resourceful
chit, doesn't take any tampering with the natural order of things.
Even if she's helping demons in the end." Of course, Spike had not
actually helped the slayer against the soldier gits in the help sense
of the word, but he did prevent the Scoobies from becoming demon
chow, now didn't he? That counted in his book.

Alex's eyebrows did the height thing again. "The slayer fighting
against an organisation that neutralises demons?" He shook his head
in confusion. "Boy, that certainly doesn't sound like the slayer I
know and hate. Is your version more loony than mine, or what?"

Spike had finally dressed, and now he searched out his fags to light
one. He glared at the younger vampire. "Don't insult the loonies,
mate. I'll have you know my girlfriend was a bit off her rocker.
Didn't make her any less the dangerous vampiress, mate."

The dark-haired vampire wisely decided to drop the subject.

{Bloody right, mate. Nobody talks bad about my Princess, not even in
a roundabout way, or I'll send their eyeballs to her through the
mail.} Spike smiled wistfully as he contemplated happy times with his
first dark-haired, dark-eyed lover. {Cor, Dru always did have a thing
for eyes. I remember when she completely decorated this Christmas
tree with the things, once. Can't say as we've ever killed that many
people in one day. Well, couldn't 'ave the soddin' eyes rotting on
us, now could we?}

The sudden sound of footsteps coming from above his head interrupted
his reminiscing. Both vampires looked up simultaneously, then glanced
at eachother.

Xander lifted his eyebrows inquiringly. "I take it nobody here has
bothered to kill Xanny's parents yet?"

Spike shrugged. "Can't say as I've ever met 'em. Xander's mum
occasionally stuffs him with fruity sweets, and his da can't be
bothered to show any interest at all." The blonde narrowed his
eyes. "Though Xander avoids going upstairs a bit too zealously for my
taste."
The younger vampire smiled a bit ruefully, but with a definite hungry
streak in his eyes. "My dad was an alcoholic bastard with a tendency
to beat his misfortunes out of my back. I don't think this version's
any different, do you?"

Spike's blue eyes lit up from within with a definite cruel streak.

"We could show him the error of his ways, luv. Hell, if you do it,
Xanpet won't 'ave any trouble with the bastard any more, 'cause he'll
be shitting his pants every time he sees his darlin' son." The blonde
grinned widely, ignoring the slight warning twinge his chip was
giving him. Hell, it was not like he was actually going to hurt the
man; he was just along for the ride.

"Ah, can't we kill him?" Xander pouted prettily. A wet bottom lip
pushed out just a tad, and Spike had to actively resist the urge to
home in and bite it.

{Hell, the whelp does have the pout down. There go my chances for
ever resisting either of them.} Strangely enough, the idea of
indulging both Xanders to the best of his abilities didn't sound so
bad.

"Sure we can. But then he'd get off easy. The other plan's more fun,
don't you think?"

The two vampires grinned evilly at eachother, their minds in perfect
unison.

Harris senior didn't stand a chance.