Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Spike/Eric (True Blood): 023.Past
Title: Woodstock ’69: Love, Peace, and Blood
Characters: Spike/Eric
Rated: R
Genre: Slash/Cross over fic
Prompt: #023 Past
Word Count: 2363
A/N: This is my first slash fic. I think Spike and Eric are hot. So why not put them together.
The air was still misty from the rain that poured down none stop all day. It had stopped just the hour before but the air was still heavy with moisture that clung to everyones skin, making it nearly unbearable. Except no one seemed to mind or care. Spike looked around at the group of people that gathered for “Woodstock.” On the surface they all looked the same, dirty stoners gathered for 3 days of love, peace, and music. The news reported them as a bunch of strung out hippies. But Spike saw deeper, he saw beyond the teens that gathered for peace. He saw beyond the older crowd who tried to fit in, and he saw beyond the disapproving glares of the law. What he saw was insanity wrapped in sheep’s clothing. That sheep being a revolution.
People were always going to be the same. They were the same 100 years ago, and they would be the same 100 years in the future. And he loved it. For 3 days he had a crowd of doped up “flower people” as he liked to call them to feast on. It was easy pickings for him and Drusilla. All he and Dru had to do was crook a finger and they came willingly. All these people cared about was the next high, the next new experience, the next story to tell. Except there would be no tales to take back home to whatever mundane existence they had before Woodstock.
Spike sniffed the air deeply and sighed with pleasure. He could smell the heady sent of marijuana in the air and grinned. Now this was the life. Just earlier that day he had fed on a flower person with LSD in her blood stream and he had spent hours staring at his hand as Jefferson Airplane played their set which included, “White Rabbit.” He remembered being able to see every skin cell on his hand, past the deep blue veins down, to the red borrowed blood beneath. Dru of course traveled to the moon.
From the corner of his eye he could see Dru dancing around a fire as some kid strummed his guitar and sang a love song. He didn’t worry about his sire, Spike knew she could more than handle herself. Now that the sun had set, the stark reality of Woodstock came into focus. They were surrounded by filth as people rolled around in the mud, sill tripping on whatever drug they had taken earlier in the day. There was plenty of sex, drugs, and alcohol to be had, all in the name of peace. He was on the prowl to get some of that. Well, the alcohol at least. The sex, he was sure Dru would be willing later. She always seemed friskier after feeding, and the drugs, he had his fill for the evening. What he wanted at that moment was a warm body to feed on, then he would be happy camper.
“Hey, Guy!” Spike turned his head at the sound of the feminine voice and paused. “Yeah you,” the girl giggled and bumped her friends shoulder with her own. Spike let his blue eyes roam over the girl quickly. Her thick brown hair was wild around her head , held down by the wreath of flowers she wore around it. She was pretty, he supposed in a normal girl next door kind of way. Her friend was blonde and thin with a patch of freckles across her nose. Neither one of them looked like they truly belonged to the crowd around them. And neither one of the girls was particularly arresting, in fact, it was the blonde man beside them that captivated Spike’s attention.
While the two girls giggled, he sat back with complete repose as if he was bored by the entire scene around him. Spike’s eyes connected with his and held. He wasn’t human. He could feel his aura radiating off of him in currents. Vampire. But he wasn’t just any vampire, and old one. Spike could tell he was older than both himself and Dru.
Spike smirked and shook his head no. There was only room for one Alpha male. He learned that long ago during his time with Angelus. Spike knew it could only lead to trouble. He loved trouble, but he didn’t come to Woodstock to start a rival with another vampire. Bugger that. He came to Woodstock to experience love, peace, and music and all that rot. And he especially wasn’t interested in starting a rival over a few giggly birds. Spike could hear the girls disappointed “awww’s” as he started to walk on.
“Why don’t you join us?” At the sound of the males voice, Spike couldn’t help but pause. It was melodic and clung to the air like a lovers caress. He frowned slightly at the intimate tone of the other vampires voice.
“Thanks mate, but I’m more of a loner.” The other vampire lifted a brow and grinned slightly. Half his face was illuminated by the firelight, causing his pale skin to glow. It was no wonder that the girls were mesmerized by him.
“That’s a pity. There’s plenty of room,” he said looking from his right to left. “And plenty to eat....” Spike looked between the blonde vampire and the two girls beside him. He contemplated for a moment longer before he moved toward the small group. “What’s your name?” The vampire asked in his sensual melodic voice.
Spike looked around the small circle of people before sitting down on a log. “Spike.” The two girls giggled and nudged each other again before the blonde scooted closer to him. “I’m Beth,” the blonde said with a smile.
“And I’m Joan.”
Spike smiled at the girls before his eyes landed on the blonde vampire again. Spike wondered if he was still tripping. He barely paid attention to the two girls between them, even as the blonde’s hand rode high up his thigh. Spike glanced at her briefly, and noticed her over bright eyes and lazy smile. Spike ignored the hand on his thigh and focused on the vampire sitting across from him. He seemed....effulgent. Yeah, he was still tripping. Spike was sure of it now. Inwardly he shrugged and accepted it. It was Woodstock. Anything goes in Woodstock, he rationalized.
“Spike. Interesting,” the vampire said smoothly. “I’m Eric Northman,” he said smoothly, almost expectantly as if he expected Spike to recognize his name. When the younger vampire just nodded his head, Eric’s lips curled into a small smile. It was rare that he would meet a vampire that didn’t know him. Of course, in order to know him, one would have to know the right people. Or vampires rather. This one was still young. Eric wondered who he belonged to, him and his sire. They were both so young.
“So uh, been here long mate?” Spike asked after clearing his throat. He felt awkward and out of place, but didn’t move.
“Since last night. I’ve just been taking in the scenery.”
Spike leaned back slightly, relaxing a little. “Funny, you don’t look like the type of bloak that would enjoy this scenery.” Spike observed.
“That’s what’s so groovy,” Beth cut in. “Woodstock is for everyone. It’s all about peace and love man. We met Eric yesterday. It’s wild how many people you meet.”
“You gotta girlfriend?” Joan asked looking up at Spike. She hoped not. But if he did, she guess that would be cool. Her and Beth had talked about Woodstock for weeks before they drove up to New York. They had no idea it would be anything like this. Just earlier in the evening they had accidentally witnessed an orgy, and decided it would be cool to be in one. She wouldn’t have minded being in an orgy with Spike and Eric.
“Yeah, she’s around here,” Spike said absently. His eyes were on Eric, so he didn’t notice the girls pout of disappointment.
Eric grinned as he placed his arms loosely around Beth’s shoulders. He continued to stare at Spike as he lifted a finger and placed it gently under the girls chin and kissed her deeply. Spike watched as he sucked on the girls tongue, drawing blood slightly and shifted in his seat. “Go in your tent and wait for me.” Eric’s voice was firm yet gentle as he instructed the girl. Spike watched with avid curiosity as Beth stood up as if she were in a trance and walked into the tent. “Why don’t you join her Joan. We’ll meet you in a few minutes. Everything is going to be okay.”
Joan nodded. “Everything is going to be okay,” she repeated.
“What did you do?” Spike asked.
Eric tilted his head and looked at Spike curiously. “Don’t you know?” Eric continued to watch Spike before shaking his head and laughing. “You really are young. Like a child.”
Spike growled and started to stand, insulted. “Piss off, mate.”
Eric laughed again. “Sit down, Spike. I didn’t mean to insult you. I was just stating a fact. You are still young. Most vampires, even the young ones can glamour....with the right tutoring. It’s a very useful tool to get what we want.”
“Well, I like to feed the good old fashioned way. With my victims fully aware that something big and bad has got them.”
“Ah, you get off on it,” Eric said thoughtfully. “So do I. But I also know how to be smart. There are people out there who don’t like our kind. Who hunt us. Particularly slayers. I try to avoid bringing attention to myself. It’s how I survived so long.”
Spike smirked and leaned back. What a nancy, he thought to himself. “Slayers ain’t that scary mate. Killed me one some time back during the boxer rebellion. Drained her dry.” Spike reminisced nostalgically.
“Hmmm, interesting. I was in Munich I believe,” Eric said thoughtfully. “You killed a slayer. Perhaps I’ve missed judged you.”
“Yeah, that tends to happen.”
“Well, there’s more about you that meets the eye, Spike. You’re pretending to be something you’re not. Your accent for instance, I believe I hear a bit of Oxford.
“Well you heard wrong mate.” Spike shifted uncomfortably.
Eric laughed again. He knew he was hitting a nerve. The more he sat with Spike, the more enthralled with the vampire he became. Again, he wondered who this vampire belonged to. There was protocol among vampires. He had to be careful not to offend. But whoever he belonged to, had done a poor job of grooming him. It made Spike all the more.....delicious.
“You’re sire? She’s the alluring beauty, that’s slightly off?
Spike frowned and growled again deep within his throat. “Watch yourself mate. Dru’s mine.”
Again, Eric chuckled. “I have no interest in your sire. My interest lies else where,” he said, his eyes connected with Spike’s again. “It was mere curiosity that prompted my questions. “I was only trying to figure out who you belong to.”
“Dru and me don’t belong to no one. And you know what I think, I think you’re off your nut.” Spike stood up.
“Again, I mean no offense. There are rules you know. We’re bond to these rules, you and I.”
“Never been much for rules mate.”
“Hmmm. I can see. Well,” Eric stood up. They were close, only a few inches apart. “I have two willing young women waiting for me in that tent. I know it isn’t your ‘style,’ but....”
Spike looked around Eric into the tent. He could see the girls sitting there patiently waiting for them. Spike never turned down a meal in his life. He stood there for a few moments contemplating what he should do. He wasn’t sure how he felt about the vampire, but he was hungry. Spike peered into the tent again. He’d have one quick meal, then he would find Dru for a little fun of their own.
“Right, then. I’m game,” Spike said before following him into the tent.
The smell of warm blood hung heavily in the thick moist air in the tent. Spike drank deeply, letting the hot blood hit the back of his throat before he swallowed. As he fed, his eyes lifted toward Eric and their eyes connected and held. Spike pulled the girl against him tighter as they passed the girls between them. The more he drank the more the inside of the tent began to glow. The light seemed to be coming from Eric.
“Can you see it?” Spike asked in awe as he stood up, dropping the girl to his feet. He could see the air, and feel it blanketing his skin. It felt like tiny fingers touching him all over. Eric stood up slowly and used the pad of his thumb to swipe at the blood that covered his chin. It was overly sweet. Acid. Both girls had been tripping on it all day. Now he could feel it boiling in his blood, hot and thick.
In a flash, he was only inches away from Spike. They were nearly touching as they stood close. Eric could feel the heat radiating off of Spike from the borrowed blood. “I see it,” Eric said before his hand slid up behind Spike’s head and pulled him closer before their lips crashed against each other.
Spike’s tongue tangled with Eric’s as they kissed. He could taste the tang of blood on his lips before he felt a sharp prick on his tongue before Eric’s mouth closed around it sucking it deeply into his mouth. With each pull of the other vampires warm wet mouth, he felt as if he was sinking.
And if you go chasing rabbits. And you know you're going to fall. Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar has given you the call. -Jefferson Airplane.
Characters: Spike/Eric
Rated: R
Genre: Slash/Cross over fic
Prompt: #023 Past
Word Count: 2363
A/N: This is my first slash fic. I think Spike and Eric are hot. So why not put them together.
The air was still misty from the rain that poured down none stop all day. It had stopped just the hour before but the air was still heavy with moisture that clung to everyones skin, making it nearly unbearable. Except no one seemed to mind or care. Spike looked around at the group of people that gathered for “Woodstock.” On the surface they all looked the same, dirty stoners gathered for 3 days of love, peace, and music. The news reported them as a bunch of strung out hippies. But Spike saw deeper, he saw beyond the teens that gathered for peace. He saw beyond the older crowd who tried to fit in, and he saw beyond the disapproving glares of the law. What he saw was insanity wrapped in sheep’s clothing. That sheep being a revolution.
People were always going to be the same. They were the same 100 years ago, and they would be the same 100 years in the future. And he loved it. For 3 days he had a crowd of doped up “flower people” as he liked to call them to feast on. It was easy pickings for him and Drusilla. All he and Dru had to do was crook a finger and they came willingly. All these people cared about was the next high, the next new experience, the next story to tell. Except there would be no tales to take back home to whatever mundane existence they had before Woodstock.
Spike sniffed the air deeply and sighed with pleasure. He could smell the heady sent of marijuana in the air and grinned. Now this was the life. Just earlier that day he had fed on a flower person with LSD in her blood stream and he had spent hours staring at his hand as Jefferson Airplane played their set which included, “White Rabbit.” He remembered being able to see every skin cell on his hand, past the deep blue veins down, to the red borrowed blood beneath. Dru of course traveled to the moon.
From the corner of his eye he could see Dru dancing around a fire as some kid strummed his guitar and sang a love song. He didn’t worry about his sire, Spike knew she could more than handle herself. Now that the sun had set, the stark reality of Woodstock came into focus. They were surrounded by filth as people rolled around in the mud, sill tripping on whatever drug they had taken earlier in the day. There was plenty of sex, drugs, and alcohol to be had, all in the name of peace. He was on the prowl to get some of that. Well, the alcohol at least. The sex, he was sure Dru would be willing later. She always seemed friskier after feeding, and the drugs, he had his fill for the evening. What he wanted at that moment was a warm body to feed on, then he would be happy camper.
“Hey, Guy!” Spike turned his head at the sound of the feminine voice and paused. “Yeah you,” the girl giggled and bumped her friends shoulder with her own. Spike let his blue eyes roam over the girl quickly. Her thick brown hair was wild around her head , held down by the wreath of flowers she wore around it. She was pretty, he supposed in a normal girl next door kind of way. Her friend was blonde and thin with a patch of freckles across her nose. Neither one of them looked like they truly belonged to the crowd around them. And neither one of the girls was particularly arresting, in fact, it was the blonde man beside them that captivated Spike’s attention.
While the two girls giggled, he sat back with complete repose as if he was bored by the entire scene around him. Spike’s eyes connected with his and held. He wasn’t human. He could feel his aura radiating off of him in currents. Vampire. But he wasn’t just any vampire, and old one. Spike could tell he was older than both himself and Dru.
Spike smirked and shook his head no. There was only room for one Alpha male. He learned that long ago during his time with Angelus. Spike knew it could only lead to trouble. He loved trouble, but he didn’t come to Woodstock to start a rival with another vampire. Bugger that. He came to Woodstock to experience love, peace, and music and all that rot. And he especially wasn’t interested in starting a rival over a few giggly birds. Spike could hear the girls disappointed “awww’s” as he started to walk on.
“Why don’t you join us?” At the sound of the males voice, Spike couldn’t help but pause. It was melodic and clung to the air like a lovers caress. He frowned slightly at the intimate tone of the other vampires voice.
“Thanks mate, but I’m more of a loner.” The other vampire lifted a brow and grinned slightly. Half his face was illuminated by the firelight, causing his pale skin to glow. It was no wonder that the girls were mesmerized by him.
“That’s a pity. There’s plenty of room,” he said looking from his right to left. “And plenty to eat....” Spike looked between the blonde vampire and the two girls beside him. He contemplated for a moment longer before he moved toward the small group. “What’s your name?” The vampire asked in his sensual melodic voice.
Spike looked around the small circle of people before sitting down on a log. “Spike.” The two girls giggled and nudged each other again before the blonde scooted closer to him. “I’m Beth,” the blonde said with a smile.
“And I’m Joan.”
Spike smiled at the girls before his eyes landed on the blonde vampire again. Spike wondered if he was still tripping. He barely paid attention to the two girls between them, even as the blonde’s hand rode high up his thigh. Spike glanced at her briefly, and noticed her over bright eyes and lazy smile. Spike ignored the hand on his thigh and focused on the vampire sitting across from him. He seemed....effulgent. Yeah, he was still tripping. Spike was sure of it now. Inwardly he shrugged and accepted it. It was Woodstock. Anything goes in Woodstock, he rationalized.
“Spike. Interesting,” the vampire said smoothly. “I’m Eric Northman,” he said smoothly, almost expectantly as if he expected Spike to recognize his name. When the younger vampire just nodded his head, Eric’s lips curled into a small smile. It was rare that he would meet a vampire that didn’t know him. Of course, in order to know him, one would have to know the right people. Or vampires rather. This one was still young. Eric wondered who he belonged to, him and his sire. They were both so young.
“So uh, been here long mate?” Spike asked after clearing his throat. He felt awkward and out of place, but didn’t move.
“Since last night. I’ve just been taking in the scenery.”
Spike leaned back slightly, relaxing a little. “Funny, you don’t look like the type of bloak that would enjoy this scenery.” Spike observed.
“That’s what’s so groovy,” Beth cut in. “Woodstock is for everyone. It’s all about peace and love man. We met Eric yesterday. It’s wild how many people you meet.”
“You gotta girlfriend?” Joan asked looking up at Spike. She hoped not. But if he did, she guess that would be cool. Her and Beth had talked about Woodstock for weeks before they drove up to New York. They had no idea it would be anything like this. Just earlier in the evening they had accidentally witnessed an orgy, and decided it would be cool to be in one. She wouldn’t have minded being in an orgy with Spike and Eric.
“Yeah, she’s around here,” Spike said absently. His eyes were on Eric, so he didn’t notice the girls pout of disappointment.
Eric grinned as he placed his arms loosely around Beth’s shoulders. He continued to stare at Spike as he lifted a finger and placed it gently under the girls chin and kissed her deeply. Spike watched as he sucked on the girls tongue, drawing blood slightly and shifted in his seat. “Go in your tent and wait for me.” Eric’s voice was firm yet gentle as he instructed the girl. Spike watched with avid curiosity as Beth stood up as if she were in a trance and walked into the tent. “Why don’t you join her Joan. We’ll meet you in a few minutes. Everything is going to be okay.”
Joan nodded. “Everything is going to be okay,” she repeated.
“What did you do?” Spike asked.
Eric tilted his head and looked at Spike curiously. “Don’t you know?” Eric continued to watch Spike before shaking his head and laughing. “You really are young. Like a child.”
Spike growled and started to stand, insulted. “Piss off, mate.”
Eric laughed again. “Sit down, Spike. I didn’t mean to insult you. I was just stating a fact. You are still young. Most vampires, even the young ones can glamour....with the right tutoring. It’s a very useful tool to get what we want.”
“Well, I like to feed the good old fashioned way. With my victims fully aware that something big and bad has got them.”
“Ah, you get off on it,” Eric said thoughtfully. “So do I. But I also know how to be smart. There are people out there who don’t like our kind. Who hunt us. Particularly slayers. I try to avoid bringing attention to myself. It’s how I survived so long.”
Spike smirked and leaned back. What a nancy, he thought to himself. “Slayers ain’t that scary mate. Killed me one some time back during the boxer rebellion. Drained her dry.” Spike reminisced nostalgically.
“Hmmm, interesting. I was in Munich I believe,” Eric said thoughtfully. “You killed a slayer. Perhaps I’ve missed judged you.”
“Yeah, that tends to happen.”
“Well, there’s more about you that meets the eye, Spike. You’re pretending to be something you’re not. Your accent for instance, I believe I hear a bit of Oxford.
“Well you heard wrong mate.” Spike shifted uncomfortably.
Eric laughed again. He knew he was hitting a nerve. The more he sat with Spike, the more enthralled with the vampire he became. Again, he wondered who this vampire belonged to. There was protocol among vampires. He had to be careful not to offend. But whoever he belonged to, had done a poor job of grooming him. It made Spike all the more.....delicious.
“You’re sire? She’s the alluring beauty, that’s slightly off?
Spike frowned and growled again deep within his throat. “Watch yourself mate. Dru’s mine.”
Again, Eric chuckled. “I have no interest in your sire. My interest lies else where,” he said, his eyes connected with Spike’s again. “It was mere curiosity that prompted my questions. “I was only trying to figure out who you belong to.”
“Dru and me don’t belong to no one. And you know what I think, I think you’re off your nut.” Spike stood up.
“Again, I mean no offense. There are rules you know. We’re bond to these rules, you and I.”
“Never been much for rules mate.”
“Hmmm. I can see. Well,” Eric stood up. They were close, only a few inches apart. “I have two willing young women waiting for me in that tent. I know it isn’t your ‘style,’ but....”
Spike looked around Eric into the tent. He could see the girls sitting there patiently waiting for them. Spike never turned down a meal in his life. He stood there for a few moments contemplating what he should do. He wasn’t sure how he felt about the vampire, but he was hungry. Spike peered into the tent again. He’d have one quick meal, then he would find Dru for a little fun of their own.
“Right, then. I’m game,” Spike said before following him into the tent.
The smell of warm blood hung heavily in the thick moist air in the tent. Spike drank deeply, letting the hot blood hit the back of his throat before he swallowed. As he fed, his eyes lifted toward Eric and their eyes connected and held. Spike pulled the girl against him tighter as they passed the girls between them. The more he drank the more the inside of the tent began to glow. The light seemed to be coming from Eric.
“Can you see it?” Spike asked in awe as he stood up, dropping the girl to his feet. He could see the air, and feel it blanketing his skin. It felt like tiny fingers touching him all over. Eric stood up slowly and used the pad of his thumb to swipe at the blood that covered his chin. It was overly sweet. Acid. Both girls had been tripping on it all day. Now he could feel it boiling in his blood, hot and thick.
In a flash, he was only inches away from Spike. They were nearly touching as they stood close. Eric could feel the heat radiating off of Spike from the borrowed blood. “I see it,” Eric said before his hand slid up behind Spike’s head and pulled him closer before their lips crashed against each other.
Spike’s tongue tangled with Eric’s as they kissed. He could taste the tang of blood on his lips before he felt a sharp prick on his tongue before Eric’s mouth closed around it sucking it deeply into his mouth. With each pull of the other vampires warm wet mouth, he felt as if he was sinking.
And if you go chasing rabbits. And you know you're going to fall. Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar has given you the call. -Jefferson Airplane.