Monday morning finally rolled around and Xander gathered up his hardhat and looking at the vampire sitting in his uncomfortable chair who was looking at everything in the damp basement bar Xander himself.

"Spike?...I will be back around 5.30, 6.00 tonight, ok?"

Seeing the vampire still ignoring him, he started up the creaking stairs and pushed at the top door, trying not to fill the dark basement with light. Thinking that he shouldn't have worried as he looked up at the large thunderclouds gathering overhead, he started off in the direction of his latest constuction triumph. Xander wondered what the bleached wonder was going to do now that he was essentially back to normal. It was really only the still healing ankle and fingers that were causing any problems.

Mulling this over in his head, Xander reached the corner of his street and headed off towards the centre of Sunnydale. Glancing down at his watch and seeing that he would make the work site with lots of time to spare, he slowed down his pace and tried to take in the scenery as he passed it by. Not having much luck in taking the houses and bare gardens into his interest, he thought to himself that so far he had been quite lucky that neither his parents or Uncle Rory had come barging into the basement with Spike still living there with him.

Knowing that his dad or Uncle Rory would kick the crap out of him for having not only a guest staying with him but a male guest at that and not even paying any rent, Xander was thinking of the number of abandonded warehouses and and factorys that dotted the Sunnydale suburb. Wondering if any were possibly suitable to the vampire, he recognised the building site up ahead of him. Reaching the front gates, he greeted the security guard and passed through the security check that was now routine. Smiling at all of his workmates who were vocally greeting him back after his abscene, he put all thoughts of Spike right out of his head and proceeded to be sucked into the heavy days work.

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~ No problem pet, you just go and leave the *manly* man of a demon all by his little old self. ~

Snorting to himself at the wave of fear that washed over him as he saw the boy head out into the cold day, Spike sat in the scratchy piece of furniture and gazed arount the room again. Seeing that there wasn't much to do apart from watching the old t.v., he grabbed the remote from the floor beside the chair and pointed it towards the blank box facing him.

The t.v., lighting up into an old episode of Sally Jesse Raphael, crackled in response to the screech that was the bespectaled womans voice coming out of its worn speakers. Tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair, he glanced at the kitchen clock and seeing that it was only 8.44 in the morning, he tried to think of the various places around Sunnydale that he was now barred from that he once could have seeked shelter in. Running up an impressive list in his head, he wondered if the Watcher would like to have him back until the feelings of continual dispair and fear went away.

~ For fuck's sake, I, Spike the Bloody, do not have feelings of fear! ~

Hearing another little voice in his head confirm his fear that, yes, he did fear for his safety, he wondered if a daily blowjob for the Whelp would convince the boy to let him stay. Rubbing his eyes at the very idea of blowing the scoobie, he launched himself out of the armchair and into the kitchen. Limping towards the full sink, he tried to walk normally with his ankles taking an even weight. Stumbling as he tried to do so, he shifted his weight back onto his right side and continued his way to the metal tub.

~ Oooohhhh, look at the tame domestic vampire. Roll right up and see the freak as it does the dishes! ~

Bitterly having the thought and reaching underneath the sink at the same time, grabbing the half empty dishwashing liquid in his left hand, Spike smiled slightly to himself that if Dru could only see him now, it would definatly seal her decsion to be glad she had left the blonde.

~ Of course a great steaming pile of Fungus demon would always win hand's down against Billy Boy ~

Thinking that he could still probably do dishes better than the green furry prick that Dru had chosen over him, he put the plug underneath the tetering tower in the sink and turned the hot water on. Squeezing a small amount of liquid into the steaming water, he waited for the sink to fill. Having watched the boy do the same thing from his bed in the first few days of staying there, he knew that the amount he had put in was just enough for the amount of things that had to be washed.

~ Christ, I can't beleive it has come to this. How bloody stupid and pathetic am I? ~

Shaking his head as he turned the water off before it threatened to overflow the shallow basin, he plunged his hands into the burning liquid and wincing at the amount of heat his hands were receiving, Spike started washing the numerous pieces of cutlery.

Hearing the studio audience screeching in laughter to something the show host had said on the t.v., he turned his attention to not thinking about the little tremors of panic that were running up and down his body. Xander had really only left him alone for the first time this morning since being found and brought back to the dingy basement. He knew that he had grown used to the boy's prescence being almost constantly around him. Waking up after the monsterous nightmare he had had only a few nights ago, he remembered with embarrassment at memory of his clutching at the warm larger hand.

~ Thank fuck the Whelp was too tired to realise it was me. Big girl, that's what I am, no doubt about it then, looks like I'm turning into the Poof. ~

Knowing that even with his do good soul, his Sire would never have had needed to feel the touch of another person, the blonde shook his head once again at the embarrassment he could feel. It had felt good to touch the boy, safe even. Remembering that he had woken in the morning with his hand still clenched around the larger one, he scowled at the feeling of loss he had felt when he had gently removed his hand before the boy had woken up.

~ Christ Almighty, I'm over a hundred bloody years old and I can't beleive that I'm looking for a bit of comfort in a boy barely finishing his second decade in life! ~

Shrugging his shoulders at the embarrassment tinged with a slight warmth that he felt in the pit of his stomach, the vampire finished shoving wet pieces of crockery into the large dishdrainer. Pulling the plug and wiping his hands on the teatowel hanging from the drawer handle beside the sink,he made his arkward way back to the t.v.

From the earliest memory he could dredge up from his brief time as a human, he had always hated being alone and he really was growing to destest the gnawing feeling in his stomach at the thought of the boy not coming home at all. When he had been a human, he would always go out of his way to make sure that at least someone was with him a all times. The only time that he hadn't wanted company was when he was doing his proffessional breaking and entering that he had been pretty famous for in the murky circles that he had lived in.

Settling down into the hard chair, he watched the car ad state that only HP premium motor oil would do the trick. After some time, feeling his stomach begin to rumble, Spike looked towards the clock and saw that it was now around 2pm in the afternoon. As he stood to make his way back to the kitchen that contained the fridge and bloodbags, he felt the roll of thunder and heard the almost dfeaning crack of lightening that finally signalled the begining of the major storm that had been threatening to start all morning.

Standing still in front of the open fridge, he listened at the now howling wind as it ushered the storm into full force. Grabbing a bag from the dwindling stock on the shelf, he thought as to how the whelp would be doing his job in such foul weather.

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Xander finished shoving his change into his wallet, replacing the item back into his pocket, he gathered up his numerous plastic bags. He had been overwhelmed with humiliation when most of the work crew had surrounded him during the lunch break and presented him with a bulging envelope. Nervously taking the white packet from the out stretched hand of the crew leader, Barney, he looked at the expectant faces grinning at him. Not saying a word, he had opened the packet only to feel faint and sit back down onto the bench behind him when he had seen the numerous notes of money in the envelope.

Looking back up from playing with the edges of the notes, he asked the towering balding Barney why. Laughing, the older man told him that himself and a few of the other guys had put in some money to make up a bit towards his two weeks lost wages. The potbellied leader had been impressed when the construction boss had told him why Xander wouldn't be in for a couple of weeks. The other guy's surrounding the stunned boy nodded at Barneys words as he was told that he was a good kid to forgo his wages in order to take care of his sick mother unlike so many other little shits that had worked for the company over the years. It hadn't quite made up the two weeks pay in total but Xander hadn't been about to tell the older men that.

Thanking them all in nervous fear for what could happen if they really found out about his missed weeks at work, the men had taken turns in slapping his back and telling him that they wished more youngsters were as unselfish as he had shown them to be.

All at once as they had started to walk back from the end of lunch, the skies had opened up with a vengence and combined with the wind strength that had been picking up steadily during the day, it was decided that work would stop for the afternoon. Cheerfully, Xander had accepted a lift to the Sunnydale Mall with one of the guys who was closer to his own age, being around 25 or so. Chatting all the way about little things, Xander explained that his uncle was now able to take care of his mother.

Feeling his ears burn at remembering the lies that had come easy to him, he walked through the security bars standing at the Wal Mart enterance. Thinking about what he had bought, he mentally went through the purchases he made with the gift money.

He hoped that he had picked the right size t-shirts and jeans for the vampire waiting at home. Choosing 2 black simple t-shirts, a pair of black socks, a thick blue shirt to go over the black, he had needed help with purchasing the right size jeans and boots. The sales assistant had been pretty dumb in a ditzy way but she had known what she was on about when he had requested her help with the last two items. Asking the height of the person who was going to wear the jeans, Xander had indicated someone smaller than himself saying that he wasn,t really sure how tall, but they were definately slimmer than himself.

Nodding at him, the girl had hmmmm'd at him and had then gone off to rumage through the many pairs of jeans. Stating that he would only buy black, Xander had asked if he could bring them back if they weren't right. Agreeing and finally finding a pair that looked like they would fit Spike, she then moved him onto the shoe section. Not being able to afford the new shoes, let alone a pair of docs for the blonde, he asked for a pair of lace up work boots. Once again he requested if he could bring them back if not right.

Agreeing again, the girl had then asked the embarrassing question of did he need any underpants with those purchases. Staring at her and feeling his face burn at the question, he had paused and then nodded a yes at her, not trusting himself to do anything but squeak. Following her through the menswear section, Xander wished for the floor to swallow him. Reaching the underwear, she had asked him another embarrassing question of whether it was to be boxers or breifs.

Recalling that the vampire had been wearing his overly large boxers for a couple of weeks now, he replied that only black boxers would do. Giggling at his request for black again, the sales assistant had wondered out loud if his friend was a vampire. Nervously laughing with her, he had told her that he was just a unimaginative dresser. Nodding at his explaination, she then proceeded to lead him towards the checkout with two pairs of black cotton boxers clutched in her hand.

Looking at his watch, Xander stepped up his pace and headed towards the outer doors of the Mall. He had been almost ready to weep with gratitude when he had learnt that Wal Mart was having a pre December 15% off everything sale so that they could make room for all the Christmas stock coming from overseas. Everything had come to a much less amount than he had expected. He considered asking Giles and the witches to put intowards the bill for Spikes new clothing, he didn't even think that Buffy would consider clothing a neccessatie for the recovering vampire.

Seeing the time was now almost 6.30, he hurried towards his way home trying to keep as dry as possible under the trees hanging over the wet footpath.

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Part 12:

Running towards his house, trying not to slip on the wet concrete, Xander banged straight into one of the people that he really didn't want to see on what had been a great day so far.

Anya.

Glaring at the panting wary looking male in front of her, the ex-demon brushed imaginary dirt from her top.

"Xander, your so clumsy, can't you ever look where you are going?"

"Sorry Anya. I'll be more careful in future ok?"

"Why aren't you at home. I just came from there and there was no answer to the door knocking thing that you like, are those presents for me? Are you going to apologise for dumping me, I told Buffy that you would"

The girl said as she eyed the bags Xander was holding with a hungry look. Looking back at the man in front of her, she dared him with eye's narrowed to tell her that she didn't have a present amongst the bags.

Groaning in frustration directed at the pushy attitude he was receiving, he shook his head.

"No Anya, these are clothes for Spike. He has been wearing my clothes for the past 2 weeks and since he is going soon, he wont be able to take them with him."

"So, you bought someone else a present instead of buying me, your girlfriend, the present that *you* owe me for dumping me!"

"Shit Anya, you're my *ex-girlfriend* so that means there will be no more presents for you, not now and definately not in the future! Xander yelled at the pouting girl as he pushed his way past the person blocking his way forward. "Will you just FUCK OFF and leave me alone, actually how about you do everybody a favour and just piss off out of town, you stupid BITCH!!!!"

Watching him as he roughly shoved her aside, the ex-vengence demon was shocked at the anger in her old lovers words. Willow had warned her once that Xander sometime had a temper that was hard to control, but scoffing at the witch, she had been sure that her status as an ex demon would be enough to place the brunette firmly under her thumb. Closing her open mouth, she thought to herself that maybe he had actually done her a favour, and that she was lucky to get out of the relationship before it developed into a continuing screaming match. Recalling the screaming matches that went on overhead of the dank basement, she thought that Xander had sounded remarkably like his chronically bad tempered father and Uncle.

Stomping his way down the street towards his house, he fumed with almost black anger at the audactiy the girl had showed him. How fucking dare she talk to him like that he thought to himself. What gives her the bloody right to treat him like a piece of crap between her toes, he wasn't going to be like his mother and just take it from all sides. Almost spitting in rage as he thought of all the times Anya had humiliated him in public, his face was a grim mask of cold fury.

He rarely went into intense rages but he couldn't help himself this time, reaching his house, he yanked open the letterbox and seeing it empty, he kicked it until the wooden mast cracked and it fell with a clatter on the ground. Bloody pricks have probably stolen his mail again came the angry thoughts as he considered the fact his parents weren't home.

"Thank god for that!" he growled to himself. In the mood he was now in thanks to his ex orgasm buddy, he would have probably hit back if his father or uncle had been there and had gone for him as they liked to do. Hitting back would only earn him a bigger beating from either of the larger men. With that thought, Xander felt his mind cloud over, completing his transition from his usual normally goofy self and into one of his rarely seen black moods that he had inherited from his paternal side of the family.

Unlocking the basment door in a flurry of curses, he kicked it open when the key finally turned in the rusty lock. Slamming on the light for the stairs, threw the bags in his hand from his position on the front stair through the air and watched them with a cold smile on his face as they landed in a pile next to the bed.

Pausing at the sight of the clothing spilling out of the tangled mess on the floor, Xander searched the room for the blonde vampire. Nostrils flaring, he thumped heavily down the stairs, fists clenching in rage.

"Spikey, where are you?"

"Come out, little one"

Xander sang out into the cold basement air, his tone of voice radiating the anger he was currently feeling.

"Where are you, you fucking prick?"

Growling, as he stalked around the small room looking for the vampire, he tossed piles of clothing around the floor. Reaching his bed, he peered over the side into the space between the bed and wall to see the vampire curled up on the floor, wearing one of his favourite shirts and grey trackpants, rocking himself with eyes closed and tears coursing down his cheeks.

"Jesus, arn't you just a bit old for crying like a baby Spikey?"

Xander sneered down as the vampire snapped open his eyes and looked up at him with fightened blue orbs, from his position on the floor. Laughing as the terrified man tried to crawl under the bed, the larger man grabbed at one pale ankle and pulled the thrashing vampire accross the carpet towards the centre of the room.

Dropping the ankle with thump, Xander spread his legs and stood over the vampire with one leg on either side of the heaving demon.

"You know what you are Spike? What, no backchat, no get stuffed mate?"

Kneeling down so that he was sitting firmly on the brightly covered chest, he leant down, putting his face close to the other males.

"You are a piece of shit. You are nothing, not a Master Vampire, not the Big Bad, not even a mouthy little demon anymore."

"You are a lush. All you do is take, take, take. Guess, what?

Laughing as he saw the adams apple bob up and down in the pale throat, reached a hand out hand out and stroked the trembling demons face. Hearing the strangling whispered grunts coming from the other male, Xander grinned ferally.

"What not even going to try and guess, geez, really unsporting of you sweety. Oh, hang on, that's right, you cant talk can you!"

Shaking his head from side to side in panic, Spike raised his hands to push at the heavy weight ontop of him, trying to get the boy to get off. Gasping is terror when the angry boy grabbed his wrists in one fast motion, the demon looked into the almost black eyes.

"Time to pay up boy. You want to stay here with me. No, no, don't try to deny it. I felt you grab my hand that night."

Choking, the sobbing man nodded up at the grinning boy.

"Ah, see that wasn't too hard was it? Well, you can stay....but you know that youre going to have to earn it don't you?"

Nodding once more,the vampire gently tugged his wrists from the hot firm hold. With shaky hands, he moved them towards the jeans in front of him. Hesitantly he looked for approval, seeing it given in a terse nod, he touched the button and zipper gently. Running a finger down the zipper, he heard a moan and a sharp intake of breath coming from above him.

"Jesus, will you cut the crap and just do it already"

Shuddering in fear, Spike nimbly undid the button and zipper to reveal the already hardening cock. Gasping sounds that were letting him know to continue, he slowly carresed the stiff member through the cheap cotton material of the boxers.

"Oh man, that is sooooo good"

Biting his bottom lip, Xander shifted his weight up and off the smaller man. Holding his jeans up with one hand, he reached down and grasped the blonde hair with a large hand and started dragging the vampire towards the bed. Hearing the squealing from the hurting vampire, he laughed.

"Don't worry Sweety, give me a decent blow job tonight and I'll leave the other stuff for another night"

Sitting down on the bed so that the sobbing man was between his open thighs, he gestured down to his throbbing crotch. Sighing in frustration, he grabbed the blonde head and shoved it towards his cock.

Grunting in pain and fear from the intense smell of anger and lust rolling off the panting male in front of him, Spike gestured for Xander to stand up, once the boy was standing, he started to gently tug the jeans down the muscular thighs. Stopping at the boots, he glanced in worry up at the other man.

Lifting one boot clad foot, he gestured for the blonde to undo the shoe and to take both that one and the other right off. As the second shoe followed the first in laying on the floor, he felt his socks soon follow. The cool hands ran up his bare thighs, gently touching here and there until they reached the boxers sitting on his upper thighs. Thrusting his crotch into the face before him, he watched his boxers slide down his legs to meet his jeans on the floor.

His lowerer half now completly naked, his erection leaked precum on to the carpet. Seeing Spike look up into his eyes briefly before dropping his gaze so that it rest on his aching cock, he sat back down onto the bed with a load groan.

Gulping with a suddenly dry throat, the vampire reached out with hesitant tongue to lightly lick at the precum gathering on the tip of the engorged member. Flinching back at the hiss and hip jerk it produced, he made a longer, more firmer lick at the rosy head.

"Come on Sweety, you can do better than that"

Hearing the low voice, Spike took the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue along the underside of the shaft. Tracing the thick vein, he reached out with one hand to carress the boys sac while using his other hand to brace himself against the lightly haired thigh.

Moaning, he thrust his cock into the not so willing mouth, not letting that fact bother him, he grasped the soft hair with both hands and rammed his hips upwards in a vicious motion. Feeling the vampire gag around his cock, he patted the head beneath his hands in calming manner. The skilled tongue and the cool mouth were doing magic on his cock while the one hand gently kneaded and softly tugged at his testicles. Knowing that he was going to come any minute, he stopped the deep throating motion.

Letting most of the pulsing cock slip out of his mouth, Spike could smell that the brunette was only seconds away from coming. Lightly feathering his tongue around the thick head, he could smell the cum builing in the balls he was rolling around in his left hand. As Xander pulled his hot flesh entirely from his mouth, Spike shuddered and flinched back as his face and chest was covered in hot sticky cum. Gagging from the smell of it, he cringed from the hand patting him on the head.

"Good boy! That was fucking great, after that effort, I suppose you can stay."

Getting up on rubbery legs and leaving the stunned vampire sitting on the floor beside the bed, Xander padded accross to the bathroom. Grabbing some toilet paper from the roll hanging on the dispenser, he cleaned his softening dick and then flushed the wet sticky mass. He reached into the cupboard and found a facecloth, turning on the basin, he wet the cloth and squeezed out the excess water. Turning back to the main room, he walked to the vampire who was once again trying to curl into the fetal position.

Kneeling down beside the quivering male, Xander reached out with the cloth and proceeded to wipe at the sticky mass on the pale face. Looking closely at the smaller man, he dropped the cloth onto the floor and pulled the struggling man towards him.

"Sshhh, don't get me angry again. I wont hurt you. You belong to me now, thats why i pulled out when I did, I read in those book at Giles' place that it was vampires did to mark their property"

Hugging the shaking, sobbing male tightly to his side, Xander ran his fingers through the ungeled hair.

"You dont have to worry anymore, I still don't like you but your mine so that means I'm going to take care of you from now on"

"I'm sorry if I scared you, Spike. I,....I just get angry from time to time and you just happened to be here"

Closing his eyes, Spike felt the touching through his hair soothe his battered emotions into a dark slumber. Laying there together on the floor, the males drifted off into their respective dreams.

One drifted off into dust filled horror that featured 6 males when before there had only been 5. He shuddered in his sleep as the 5 greeted the new member.

The other sank deeply into dreams that were showing how much like his father and the previous male members of his family he was and that no matter how hard he tried not to be, sometimes nature would always get the better of certain people.

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Part 13:

I'm sitting here on the side of the bed watching the brunette whelp sleep.

After that first time he forced me to suck him off in the basement, he hasn't so far raised his hand to me in anger as of yet. I know he will one day, I can see it in his eyes. The way they go from the deep chocolate brown and into the almost pitch black when he is angry. He is so good at hiding his emotions beneath the chirpy, goofy donut boy exterior that he has going. Hell, I missed it the first time that i lived in the basement with him. I think its only the fact that this time my survival depends on him that made me pay closer attention to his moods.

He will get close to my face, shoving his into mine when he does finally get angry enough to lose control. I can usually smell the anger pouring out of him for day's before he lets loose in the tiny basement away from anybody else who may see him and suddenly realise that there is more to the boy than donuts and construction work. More than goofey little grins and eternally bad jokes.

Most of the time he doesn't acknowledge his mood swings and usually ignores the fact they set my tears off. It's been almost three months now since that first blowjob in the basement. He likes me to give him one when he wakes up and then again just before we climb into bed together, we sleep together but he doesn't touch me. I sometimes wish he would do more than hold me after a bad dream.

He sort of just runs his fingers through my hair in response to the nightmares I still have. I still like the way it feels. So far, he hasn't approached me in a way that indicates that he wants to fuck me up the arse, but I know that he is going to one day. He has never once touched my dick of his own accord, and I know that this he will definatley never do unless things change dramatically in this realtionship that is still having the lines decided upon.

I can't believe at times, just how far I have fallen. From being one of the famous Scourge of Europes favoured Childe's to being a whore to a much younger man. Being a whore is something that I know all about. Before being turned by the high and mighty Angelus, I was a pretty good little thief.

I had turned to theiving when I found out just what sort of family business my mother had wanted to introduce me to. One day she had bought around a well dressed man, a gentleman, who looking around our dingy hovel in disgust, had turned his attention on me and his face had lit up into a huge smile. He had whispered somthing to my mam that had upset her at first but at the urgings and soothing whispers he kept directing her way, she had finally said that she would think about it. I, being only around 9 at the time, had no idea what she was upset about so I went back to playing by the dying hearth. I knew what she did with all the men she bought home. The walls were thin and if I hadn't guessed, my friends had all told me what my mother did for living.

Snorting at myself for the memory, I let myself drift back to things that I haven't thought about in over a century.

A few months after the gentlemens first visit, he came back with mam one night reeking of cheap whisky that the tavern my mother whored in served. I had been sleeping but had woken when I heard them stumble in the door. While my parent had been cleaning herself from the spilled whisky, the man had come to sit on my bed and was telling me all about his large property in the country and the many horses he had stabled there.

My mother had come to stand in the doorway and drunkenly told me that in a couple of days, I would be going to live with Mr Spencer and if I was really lucky, then it wouldn't hurt too much. Being confused at to what she was on about, I asked what she meant. Mr Spencer had laughed at the question and kissed me. Not on the cheek, not on the top of my head but right smack bang full on the lips. Wiping at his smelly breath and the wetness on my lips, I had just snuggled back into the blankets.

I had felt a touch on my face and that was what had woken me up. Looking up in the dim light, I had seen the man towering over me, not wearing a stitch, he sat again on my bed. Not saying anything, my bedclothes were wrenched away from my shivering body. I could see the man doing something strange with his hand between his thighs. Trying to ignore what he was doing as i had been still tired, I had rolled over to face away from him when I felt large hands grab me and haul me towards him. Screaming for my mam, I heard her get up and run towards me.

She had slapped at the man saying that because she hadn't yet been paid, the man didn't get to touch me. Trembling in fright, I had slipped out of my bed and sneaking around them, I had run straight out of the door. I headed for the one person whom I could rely upon, an old customer of my mams who had always been kind to me and had sometime bought me sweets.

He had told me where he lived and said for me to come to him if things got too bad at home. Running as fast as i could that night, I reached the mans house and knocking on the door, I had asked for shelter that night and had never gone back to my mams as i had started my theiving apprenticeship that very night.

Later on in my professional working relationship with the old theif, he had told me what the well dressed gentleman had wanted my mam to do. Realising that you had almost been sold into virtual slavery made you kind of mad at the world and to find out that your own mother was going to do it willingly, well that probably explained the whole parenting issues that I had with Angelus.

Sighing, I look down at the stirring boy. Glancing at the clock, I can see that it is almost time to deliver the first blowjob of the day. I don't really mind doing it now, I'ts really not that bad and I'm starting to like it when he doesn't go too rough.

Red asked me one day why I didn't just move from Sunnydale, I had just shrugged and grunted at her. I mean, what do I say? Tell her that I'm still scared that Riley and his mates would track me down. Tell her that now matter where I went, the tale of a vampire who was unable to speak and bite, one who didn't even go into gameface now except when feeding would spread like wildfire through the demon ranks.

It's not that bad living with the whelp now that our whole relationship has changed from what it had previoulsy been. He took me out to the movies last week, something violent that he had let me choose. Even bought me popcorn. He's been telling me that he is going to teach me sign language. I think he is sick of trying to read my bad hand writing, don't really blame him afterall it is pretty crappy.

As I reach down to stroke at the awakening bulge in the boy's boxers, I think of my long dead mother.

Look mam, look at what little Billy has become.

He's certainly in the family business now, if not for money, its for blood and a sheltering roof over his blonde head.

Shivering as I feel my life complete the circle of what I should have become when I was younger, I can see the that the full circle of fate is now complete and that I am now in the place that has been vacant since I slipped out that front door all those years ago.

~end~