Wake Part 8
Author's note: back from work and don't know if I'll have any computer time later so here, as promised, is Part 8. I know at least one person saw this coming. Expect more of you did too.
Part 8
Part 8
Giles kept Spike under sedation for five days, during which time, the vampire had no sustenance at all. It seemed better to Giles to let the skin of its back begin to repair and renew itself first, even though he knew the process would be much slower if the creature didn’t feed. He brought his report downstairs from the study and made notes, while sitting at the dining table, as to how the healing process advanced. It was fascinating to watch the redness of the wounds slowly turn to pink as the new, pristine flesh gradually overlay them. He took photographs of the stages of the process, thinking that maybe it had never been detailed before.
The quiet days since the unfortunate incident had given Giles plenty of time to think and he had concluded that the report was all that mattered now. This whole business had been a disaster from first till last, and the only good thing that could possibly come out of it would be if he impressed the Council enough with his research to be reinstated. He knew now, having had time to ponder the matter, that he had been wrong to take Spike into his house in the first place. He should have put it down, or turned it loose to take its chances. The creature had seduced him with its beauty and seeming youthful innocence. He understood now that, no matter what - brain-damaged, childlike - this was no innocent. It couldn’t be, with all that murder in its past. It had been lucky that Giles had been so merciful, and he should never have blamed himself for what happened, nor have felt pity for it. He shouldn’t have been so weak, letting that smooth, milky flesh and sweet, puzzled dependence get through his defences and make him forget what the creature truly was. He did blame himself for that. After all, even when fully in possession of its faculties, the vampire was little more than an animal, and Giles should have remembered that.
So, the decision was made. He would finish his report and then he would get rid of Spike. It would be a mercy killing really, which was more than the vampire deserved. It just remained to be recorded how the creature would react on awakening to find itself once more alone with Giles. Would it try to get back in his good graces, flaunting its body, as it had before? Would it even remember what had happened? It would be interesting to find out, and, if the thing was offering, Giles didn’t think he would turn down one last opportunity to possess and own something so beautiful, if so worthless and empty. So he waited and wrote his report, and finally, he stopped sedating Spike and let the creature recover consciousness slowly. It took the better part of a day - what with the vampire having been unconscious for so long - during which time it did little except blink its eyes sleepily whenever he came near.
Of course, it was that gentle, childlike blue gaze that undid him. He had forgotten the power of it, and how easily it drew him in, like looking into wells of clear blue water. For when Spike finally sat up and turned that gaze on him and held out his arms towards him, saying in that puzzled tone he so loved to hear: “Papa?” his resolve broke almost instantly, and he went and gathered the small, delicate body into his arms, hugging it close, kissing the smooth eyelids, the hair, the full lips. Spike put both arms round his neck and clung like a leech, as if trying to press his body into Giles’s and make them one. Careful as far as possible not to touch his back , Giles carried his beautiful vampire over to the couch and sat down with the creature on his knee, petting it and stroking it and kissing the cool column of its throat. He already had an erection, something he’d never thought to have again, after the humiliations and traumas of the past few weeks. He couldn’t believe that soon he would be able to slide his cock once more into the welcoming body of this pretty creature, who obviously loved him and forgave him, and doted on him. How could he ever have considered staking it? Spike was grinding against him now, licking his neck, clever little hands slipping down to unzip his trousers and take out his cock. Then the vampire was sliding bonelessly down his body, onto the floor and bending its head towards its master’s groin.
Giles had just a moment to feel surprise at the way Spike was suddenly taking the initiative - he had always had to be pushed down gently before and his jaw tickled to get him to open his mouth - when he heard an odd noise, like bones shifting and crunching, and a voice that was both familiar and totally strange say: “Papa, look at me.” He looked down and found himself staring into the hideous, yellow-eyed face of a demon, but he had barely time to register it before Spike struck, the mouth, gaping with fangs, fastening inexorably on the vein at the junction of thigh and groin. He thought he could hear the flesh part. He certainly felt the strong, drawing sensation as the vampire began to drain him, and he screamed, pulling ineffectually at the creature’s hair, reaching out for weapons that weren’t there. Spike’s strength was unbelievable. It was like being caught in the jaws of a vise; a vise that was slowly closing, and killing him as it did so. Giles heard his own screams growing more and more distant, as his head swam and his vision began to grow dim. Just before he lost consciousness, he felt a warm, rushing sensation in his groin and knew that he had come, pulled over the edge by the vampire’s bite.
To be Concluded
Part 8
Part 8
Giles kept Spike under sedation for five days, during which time, the vampire had no sustenance at all. It seemed better to Giles to let the skin of its back begin to repair and renew itself first, even though he knew the process would be much slower if the creature didn’t feed. He brought his report downstairs from the study and made notes, while sitting at the dining table, as to how the healing process advanced. It was fascinating to watch the redness of the wounds slowly turn to pink as the new, pristine flesh gradually overlay them. He took photographs of the stages of the process, thinking that maybe it had never been detailed before.
The quiet days since the unfortunate incident had given Giles plenty of time to think and he had concluded that the report was all that mattered now. This whole business had been a disaster from first till last, and the only good thing that could possibly come out of it would be if he impressed the Council enough with his research to be reinstated. He knew now, having had time to ponder the matter, that he had been wrong to take Spike into his house in the first place. He should have put it down, or turned it loose to take its chances. The creature had seduced him with its beauty and seeming youthful innocence. He understood now that, no matter what - brain-damaged, childlike - this was no innocent. It couldn’t be, with all that murder in its past. It had been lucky that Giles had been so merciful, and he should never have blamed himself for what happened, nor have felt pity for it. He shouldn’t have been so weak, letting that smooth, milky flesh and sweet, puzzled dependence get through his defences and make him forget what the creature truly was. He did blame himself for that. After all, even when fully in possession of its faculties, the vampire was little more than an animal, and Giles should have remembered that.
So, the decision was made. He would finish his report and then he would get rid of Spike. It would be a mercy killing really, which was more than the vampire deserved. It just remained to be recorded how the creature would react on awakening to find itself once more alone with Giles. Would it try to get back in his good graces, flaunting its body, as it had before? Would it even remember what had happened? It would be interesting to find out, and, if the thing was offering, Giles didn’t think he would turn down one last opportunity to possess and own something so beautiful, if so worthless and empty. So he waited and wrote his report, and finally, he stopped sedating Spike and let the creature recover consciousness slowly. It took the better part of a day - what with the vampire having been unconscious for so long - during which time it did little except blink its eyes sleepily whenever he came near.
Of course, it was that gentle, childlike blue gaze that undid him. He had forgotten the power of it, and how easily it drew him in, like looking into wells of clear blue water. For when Spike finally sat up and turned that gaze on him and held out his arms towards him, saying in that puzzled tone he so loved to hear: “Papa?” his resolve broke almost instantly, and he went and gathered the small, delicate body into his arms, hugging it close, kissing the smooth eyelids, the hair, the full lips. Spike put both arms round his neck and clung like a leech, as if trying to press his body into Giles’s and make them one. Careful as far as possible not to touch his back , Giles carried his beautiful vampire over to the couch and sat down with the creature on his knee, petting it and stroking it and kissing the cool column of its throat. He already had an erection, something he’d never thought to have again, after the humiliations and traumas of the past few weeks. He couldn’t believe that soon he would be able to slide his cock once more into the welcoming body of this pretty creature, who obviously loved him and forgave him, and doted on him. How could he ever have considered staking it? Spike was grinding against him now, licking his neck, clever little hands slipping down to unzip his trousers and take out his cock. Then the vampire was sliding bonelessly down his body, onto the floor and bending its head towards its master’s groin.
Giles had just a moment to feel surprise at the way Spike was suddenly taking the initiative - he had always had to be pushed down gently before and his jaw tickled to get him to open his mouth - when he heard an odd noise, like bones shifting and crunching, and a voice that was both familiar and totally strange say: “Papa, look at me.” He looked down and found himself staring into the hideous, yellow-eyed face of a demon, but he had barely time to register it before Spike struck, the mouth, gaping with fangs, fastening inexorably on the vein at the junction of thigh and groin. He thought he could hear the flesh part. He certainly felt the strong, drawing sensation as the vampire began to drain him, and he screamed, pulling ineffectually at the creature’s hair, reaching out for weapons that weren’t there. Spike’s strength was unbelievable. It was like being caught in the jaws of a vise; a vise that was slowly closing, and killing him as it did so. Giles heard his own screams growing more and more distant, as his head swam and his vision began to grow dim. Just before he lost consciousness, he felt a warm, rushing sensation in his groin and knew that he had come, pulled over the edge by the vampire’s bite.
To be Concluded