‘Bound’

Miss U.K
(beta/edit by Princess Plum Jade)

Ramadevi/Vamp Xander  (implied Vamp Willow/Vamp Xander and Angelus/Ramadevi)
(AU Wishverse Fic)
PG-13/Soft "R" (profanity, vampire violence, sensuality)
WARNING!!!!CHARACTER DEATH!!!!
Summary:  Ramadevi and Xander's wedding day.
(Answer to the Red Gold "For Better or Worse" challenge, listed at the end of the fic.)

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Chapter 1

Ramadevi sat in front of the intricately, ornate looking glass and added the final touches to her flowing mane of rich, black ringlets.

She smiled at the pleasing reflection greeting her, but her almond eyes bore a sadness that was not easily erased. Perhaps her whole life had been spent in preparation for this day, but still she wasn’t ready.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Rama physically pushed away from her cluttered dressing table and arose from her stool. She had maybe an hour until sun down and she wished desperately that she could spend it outside in the gardens, feeling the wind ripple in her hair and cooling her cheeks, but the preparations forbade it.

It wasn’t that she was unhappy (this was to be her wedding day after all), but she was filled with an inner sadness she had carried since early childhood. Perhaps it was simply the knowledge that no one who cast eyes over her in her wedding garb, would be there at her request. Every guest to attend the ceremony, from the ushers down to the mere servicemen, were unknown to her. The eyes washing over her as she made her way along the makeshift aisle would not be those of her family or her friends. She had none.

As far back as she could remember she was only able to recall foster homes and orphanages. She never knew what had happened to her parents, it appeared that no one did. It had crossed her mind once to research her origins, but all she had been able to trace were mysterious references to her elusive blood type ‘Red Gold’. It was this simple twist of fate that lead her to her modern day companion and soon to be husband, the late Alexander Lavelle Harris, or simply Xander to his nearest and dearest.

It was Xander’s grandsire, whom they merely referred to as the ‘Master’ who had managed to procure most of the reading material from which Rama had unearthed her history. It was the Master who had made her aware of her East Indian descent and of her semi-divine origins. It was he who had taught her of the power she wielded over sterile soil and even her influence over the fertility of human couples.

Her life now seemed a million miles away from that lonely, wretched childhood she struggled to keep buried in the back of her mind. Each foster home that Rama had resided in soon grew weary of her. She bore an inner strength that was almost eerie and coupled with the fact that she had not spent so much as one day in a sick bed only added to her peculiarity.

When she had been a child, families had wanted to smother her with affections, treating her like a little doll, which she had loathed. She had chosen to run from such abodes, but was soon scooped up by the authorities and handed to the next awaiting placement family.

When she blossomed with adolescence, she encountered a new set of problems. Women of the house resented her dark beauty and their envy gave way to cruelty, while the men folk sought to take advantage of her.

Finally she had found an unsteady equality in Xander. His physical strength far surpassed her own and of course his vampiric blood fought off disease and mortality.

She was no longer the only one who would never lie in a sick bed.

Idly she fingered the thin gold chain around her neck, as her mind wandered through this fog of thought. A small pendant hung from the delicate rope and it was this, that she casually played between her thumb and fore finger, rubbing her thumbs pad over the engraving found there. This simple act always held remarkable calming qualities for her. She had carried the chain with her every day of her life; it was in fact the only personal effect she possessed from her real parents. The pendant itself was oval shaped, and made simply of gold. It was clearly engraved on the reverse with three words ‘Ramadevi. Sun Goddess’

Her nerves began to subside as her thumb continued to caress the smooth metal; she suddenly became aware that she had been standing this way for twenty minutes or more! Her necklace often had this effect for her, lulling her away into her own world, one where parents didn’t mysteriously die.

The young woman walked tentatively to her bedroom window and watched the progression of the evening’s preparations.

The wedding ceremony was to be held in their beautifully lit garden, and would actually be quite a formal affair, with one major stipulation. No one but the bride herself was to seen in so much as a stitch of white! Rama had argued with Xander that the idea was preposterous, but he would not be moved on the subject, so finally she had yielded.

Folding chairs had been placed in neat rows on the well cultivated lawn, the plush grass, cushioning them comfortably. A centre aisle had been created with an assortment of velvety red roses and rich purple orchids, imported especially from Asia. Rama had herself expressed a desire for Lilies and was again quashed when Xander pointed out the irony of having the traditional funeral flowers as their wedding centrepiece.

At the head of the aisle was an elaborate, wooden gazebo, again adorned with a multitude of flowers in bright reds, startling purples and subtle pinks, the overall effect was indeed breath taking, even from this distance.

The sacrilegious implications of this little soirée obviously meant that the ceremony could not be overseen by a recognised member of the clergy, but once again Xander took the proverbial bull by the horns and created a fledgling from the local priest, so technically the marriage was as binding as any other. Her man was certainly nothing if resourceful!

The sky visibly darkened as the sun began its inevitable descent and Rama realised she was fast running out of time. A warm smile lit her exotic features as she once again seated herself at the mirror to touch up her already perfect appearance before slipping into her wedding gown.

She had fought viciously with her fiancé over her decision to prepare alone. He had complained that it was not fitting for her to be alone on such an occasion, when she should have servants ready to bow to her every whim. His bride-to-be was surely too good to dress herself. Rama had forcefully reminded him that it was ‘her’ day also and she wanted this time to be alone. Finally he had relented, as was his usual custom in any such matters which didn’t include their impending matrimony. 

Chapter 2

Downstairs in the house he shared with Ramadevi, Xander was pacing the living room floor relentlessly, while a vampiric tailor trailed along behind him trying to adjust his suit.

‘Chill out Xander, you’ll walk right through the carpet’ piped up his flame-haired associate, the late Willow Rosenberg, who lay languidly on the leather sofa, dangerously close to the window, where the curtains were not completely drawn.

‘I’m chilled!’ he snapped back, never breaking his stride.

He was a picture of masculinity in his black tuxedo, trimmed with a red shirt and black bow tie, which contrasted beautifully with his porcelain skin. The grim set of his mouth would have been mistaken for anger by anyone who didn’t know him as well as Willow, she knew it was simply nerves. How could such a formidable creature be afraid of anything?

‘Mr Harris, if you could just keep still for one moment...’ The balding tailor bent at the waist to adjust the hem of Xander’s suit jacket. Pins were sticking out of his mouth and they bobbed dangerously as he tried to discuss the measurements with his current employer.

‘What the Hell are you doing?’ Xander rounded on the quivering wreck that was his stylist (it was indeed laughable). ‘Shouldn’t this all have been finished with last week? First it’s the waistline, now it’s the length! It’s not like I’m still growing here!’ He was almost bellowing now, and the rage he felt added a brilliant flush to his cheeks which made Willow smile and sent the tailor scurrying off, throwing a quick ‘It’s all fine Mr Harris, you look perfect!’ over his shoulder.

‘Like I said Xander, chill out. Here, I have a present for you’ Willow crooned, as she lazily began to unlace her red, leather Basque, while a mischievous smile played at the corners of her painted mouth.

‘Will, stop it!’ he barked, already growing tired of her games.

Willow’s smile brightened as she fished a hand into her partly opened Basque, retrieving something from within.

‘Relax,’ she half-laughed, and her eyes glittered as she tossed the ‘present’ to Xander, which he caught deftly with one hand. He eyed the red head suspiciously, before turning his gaze into his right palm. What he saw lit his face with boyish glee.

‘You remembered!’ he exclaimed, as he stared down at an old and battered yo-yo.

‘I remember everything,’ the vampiress returned.

Xander immediately began winding the string of his favourite childhood toy, sliding the looped rope over the middle finger of his right hand, as he clasped the circular plastic case in his ice cold grip.

‘Let’s see if I’ve still got the moves,’ he laughed, as he threw the yo-yo from his hand, flicking his wrist as it neared the floor, returning it obediently to his palm.

‘Sure. Why not?’ Willow replied, disinterested, as she began re-lacing her leather outfit, which would have been extremely unsuitable for any other wedding.

Xander was happily building up momentum with his green and silver striped toy, preparing to attempt one of his favourite old ‘tricks’ when Willow began again in her soothing voice.

‘You can end this now you know. It isn’t too late for you’.

The plastic yo-yo clattered to the floor as Xander was caught unawares. He tore the string from his finger and rounded on his companion on the brink of rage. Instinctively he had resorted to his game face, high ridges broke out along and above his eyebrows, his teeth elongating into sharp points and his eyes blazed yellow fire.

‘ENOUGH!’ He roared, stalking towards Willow in a predatory manner, to grasp her by the shoulders and rip her up from her curled position on the soft leather couch. 

The vampiress merely rolled her eyes, completely nonplussed. She had grown used to these dramatic outbursts whenever she approached the subject of ‘her’. Willow broke away from him easily and turned her back on him defiantly, in an act of sheer confidence.

‘You always were a sucker for a pretty face’ she spoke amusedly.

‘And you'are just a fool!’ he hissed in retort.

Willow snarled, but he noticed a slight crumple to her gait, his words had cut deeply and he smirked to himself. She had loved Xander since time out of mind, she had sired him, but since he had clapped eyes on that little tramp now staying in his guest room, he had been untouchable.

Vampiric lore forbade her from causing physical harm to the harlot, but Willow still took every opportunity to make Ramadevi miserable. When wielded properly, the tongue could be a mighty weapon.

She could see the attraction, who wouldn’t. Rama was everything that their kind desired. Hot blooded, honey skinned, warm and most of all, alive. Her blood was a rich elixir, which surpassed any other known to their race, even the innocent blood of a child. But Xander had gone too far. He had courted this ‘woman’ for almost a year and still he hadn’t fucked her! He had fed from her, thus strengthening their bond, but still they were not sealed. He was still vulnerable and there was still time.

He was just being so damned ‘human’ about the whole thing, it made her sick to her stomach. Why didn’t he just have his way with her and lock her in a cage like they did the puppy? Who had seriously ever heard of a vampire wedding? The whole idea was just ludicrous! She also knew that once the wedding feast was over, Xander would lay with Ramadevi for the first time and he would be truly lost to her forever.

A discernible darkening in the gap between the curtains told Willow that time was really against her and she felt almost defeated. Almost.

With a large sigh, she turned to face her one true love in life and in death.

‘Let’s not fight. You know I’d kick your ass, and would she want you then?’ the playful gleam was back in her eye. She arched one eyebrow and smirked, almost goading Xander to disagree. He also breathed a sigh of relief, smiling at her. After all these years as friends (and until Ramadevi came along, lovers) he still hated to feel her disapproval, even more than he hated to disappoint their master. He held open his arms in a friendly gesture, returning once again to his more appealing, human visage and Willow walked into them willingly.

As they embraced, the sun set.

Chapter 3

Ramadevi sat on the edge of her bed, looking out of the window. The sun had set and it was almost time to take her marriage vows. A warmth coursed through her stomach as she thought of Xander and spending an eternity with him.

She thought back to his proposal and her smile widened.

‘I want the humans to know you belong to me, too’ he had said simply. 

Inside, she churned with excitement. Xander had always been so loving towards her and this night they would seal that love in every way possible. It was true that Xander could have just taken Rama against her wishes, bound them without her permission. In the early days she had often been afraid that he would do just that, especially with the Master leering over their shoulders constantly. It was his steady interference which had protected the relationship with Xander, and for that she would always be grateful. Until they were properly bound, Ramadevi was fair game for any vampire, but with his fortification, no one dared touch her, no matter how inviting she seemed.

The Master had even helped Rama research her Hindi roots and explained to her much of the mythos that surrounded her elusive blood type. Again, for this she was grateful, but she could not help feeling that he was holding something back. After all it certainly had not escaped her attention that the Master himself could have sealed himself to Rama. No one could have stopped him, definitely not Xander. It all lead to a terrible confusion that made her head ache.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. It was time.

‘I’ll be right with you.’ Good. Her voice wasn’t trembling! She took one last look in her full length mirror and smiled at her reflection. This was it. For better or worse, she was about to become Mrs Ramadevi Harris.

Chapter 4

Her excitement gave way to those damned nerves, as she made her way down the flower lined aisle. Butterflies beat like a drum inside her tummy, as her mouth dried until it felt glued shut. Her head swam with dizziness, but her footing stayed sure. She tried to keep her eyes firmly on Xander, who was waiting for her at the head of the aisle by the wooden gazebo, but she couldn’t help darting shy looks to the left and right of her, catching the attention of their ‘guests’. There was a sea of faces that she simply didn’t recognise. All of them wore their vampiric visage, which made them even harder to identify. As she drew closer to Xander, she recognised the Master. He was seated in the very front row on the left hand side of the aisle and was turned to smile at Ramadevi as she made the way to her soon to be husband. His pathetic smile some how eased her nerves. She guessed it was just the familiarity she felt, someone amidst the confusion that she could identify, recognise. His smile was a gallant effort of reassurance, she was sure. And oddly enough it was working. She felt the butterflies finally flutter away, just as she reached Xander’s side.

He couldn’t take his eyes from her. She looked amazing; there was simply no other word for her. Her long black curls hung freely down her back, held back from her heart shaped face by red and white rose buds. Her complexion was flawless, even though her face looked free of cosmetics.

Her fantastic figure was accentuated by a simple, pure white gown, which clung lithely to her body. Her honey shoulders were bare, save for shoestring straps of diamante, the only decoration to the plain, floor-length satin gown. Her neck was also bare, except for the obligatory gold chain that never left her person.

Ramadevi now smiled confidently into the face of her lover and made ready to promise her life to him. Tentatively they held hands, and the vampiric clergyman began.

‘Dearly beloved, we are gathered here this evening to witness the matrimony of Xander Lavelle Harris and our child Ramadevi. If anyone here knows of any lawful impediment why this couple cannot be joined in matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace’. The words had hardly left the fallen priests lips, when he was interrupted by an outburst somewhere in the centre of the left hand aisle.

‘This is just ridiculous!’ hissed the flame haired vampiress, venom lighting her feral eyes. ‘How can you all just sit her and allow this? Welcome it even! What is wrong with you all?’ She made an unexpected leap from her folding chair, which clattered to the grass as her force threw it askew.

Like the shadow of death, Willow’s marblesque figure flew through the air as she hurled herself across the night sky and towards her former lover. She could not harm Ramadevi, for it was prohibited, but she was more then able to tear Xander apart, and the desire to rip the flesh clean away from his bones was suddenly overwhelming.

A single figure also arose from their seat at the same time as this brief exchange. His movements were fluidly graceful, with a blurring speed that was undetected by his companions.

Mid flight, Willow was quickly brought to a choking halt by the hand clasping her throat, (it was true that vampires no longer required breath, but the feeling was still uncomfortably restricting nonetheless). Restlessly she dangled from the outstretched limb, turning her amber eyes to meet those of her captor. The defiant light they held flickered out almost immediately, as she met the patient eyes of her Master, their only Master.

‘Come now Miss Rosenberg. Is that any way for a guest to behave on an occasion such as this?’ The corners of his sour mouth turned upwards in the semblance of a smile, as his grip on the once fragile neck of his daughter increased to a near bone-splintering pressure. ‘Hold your tongue little one, or I shall have to hold it for you.’ The ridges above his eyes shot up in a warning gesture, and Willow bit her teeth together protectively, sealing her mouth against the Master’s threat.

She hung limply in his outstretched hand and tried to nod her compliance. The Master felt this small gesture and was satisfied. Her hurled Willow an amazing distance, so that she easily cleared the gathering guests, to land with a loud thud on the grass. There was also a discernible cracking noise on her landing, causing Xander to believe that she had quite possibly broken a limb.

‘Wow! That came out of nowhere!’ twittered one of the guests and a small ripple of laughter was heard through the crowd, one which quickly silenced as the Master cast his disgruntled eye across the gathered demons.

Xander closed his eyes against the spectacle and inhaled unnecessarily. It didn’t matter that his sire was constantly trying to thwart his relationship with Rama, this just being the last in a long line of attempts, he still loved Willow and it hurt him to witness her pain. He swallowed against the lump in his throat and somewhat reluctantly returned his attention to his fiancée.

The Master slowly turned to the priest and gave him a threatening look.

‘Well get on with it!’ he barked.

‘Yes, yes, of course. Ahem…do you Alexander take thee Ramadevi,’ he began.

As the Master regained his seat, the wedding vows began and the holiest of unions was made with no further interruptions, save for Ramadevi’s brief, but often pauses. To the onlookers, it was as is Rama was afraid of another Willow attack. She kept turning her haunted eyes toward the house, near to the spot where Willow had landed. She needn’t have worried. Willow had slunk off to lick her wounds in private and would not be seen again for several days, but no one knew the real reason for the bride’s distraction.

Secretly Ramadevi had expected an interruption, but not from Xander’s consort. She had felt herself watched now for several days. She was used to the feeling, she was always being watched from some corner or another. The Master’s lackies constantly watched her whenever Xander was called away, but this felt different. The new sensation had started maybe as long as five days ago, and with it came a longing inside her, something she had never felt before. She desperately wanted to look upon the face of her would-be stalker, but he (and she was confident that it was a he) was always out of reach. She felt him now though. It was as though every time she was supposed to speak, someone was holding their breath, wanting her to reject Xander even at this late stage. It was as though someone was just out of sight, waiting for her to come to him and even though she did not know who was waiting, part of her wanted to go.

In truth, there was someone there, or rather something. A vampire far more unique than any other. The soul filled Angelus stood away from the wedding party, hidden behind a multitude of rose bushes. Silently he wept as the young woman he did not know married into his forsaken family. He had seen Ramadevi in dreams and had obviously heard of the upcoming nuptials from his cell in the master’s home. Since he had been souled by gypsies, the Master had kept him as a pet, merely referred to as the ‘puppy’. He had been allowed to continue his undead life locked in a cell to be tortured and mutilated by the Master’s children and had been the centre of hours of amusement for Willow. He had gloated considerably when he had witnessed her confrontation with the Master’s wrath, smiling inwardly even on such an occasion.

His eyes once again returned to Ramadevi. She could feel his presence, he was sure of that. She kept turning to search for him. Onlookers thought it was fear of Willow, but he knew differently. In some inexplicable way, they were connected, in some other life they were destined to be together, he was almost sure of it. The scent of her cried out to him in dreams and even from this distance he could taste her.

He watched silently, never daring to make himself known. It had been possible for him to escape the Master’s clutches because all of the Master’s family had been so consumed by wedding plans that they no longer guarded Angelus’s wretched life as closely as they once had. His cage had been left open and he had taken the opportunity at once to escape. They hadn’t bothered to find him. He was of no threat to their clan and of course the Master had other things on his mind.

So here he was, from the shadows he watched and he felt his heart break with every stumbling word she spoke.

‘You may kiss the bride’ chirped the priest happily and Xander moved in to mould his lips against his wife’s. Ramadevi darted one quick, hesitant look towards Angelus’s hiding place before complying with the priest. Inside the finality over whelmed her and tears pricked in her eyes, as she fervently returned Xander’s kiss. 

‘For better or worse,’ she told herself.

After witnessing this latest spectacle, Angelus slowly walked away from the wedding party, away from Ramadevi, and towards a new life that loomed on the horizon. The Master didn’t miss him yet, but maybe it would not always be so.  It would be wise to put some distance between them for now, until he was ready to repay him for his hospitality.

Chapter 5

With the formalities behind them, Mr and Mrs Harris were now expected to circulate among their many undead guests, receiving compliments, their gifts and also dining with them.

The very idea churned Rama’s stomach, which had been feeling fragile all day. A large buffet had been set up in the gardens on two large trestle tables, each covered with an embroidered linen tablecloth of blood red.

At the centre of one of these tables was a large, heavily ornate, crystal punch bowl. The contents would doubtlessly have been concocted with their guests in mind. Some alcoholic mix of bloods and spices, spirits and fruits. Involuntarily Rama jerked her head away from the punch bowl, resting her eyes on a smaller, but no less extravagant, version of the drinking basin, which would have been prepared for her.

The remainder of the tables were heavily decorated with assorted fruits and flowers, the combination of colour emphasising the many foods on offer. Breads and cheeses, rare meats and rich gateau’s, surely enough to feed a small army. All of this for one woman! The thought barely had time to form in her head when Ramadevi noticed that the gathered vampires were milling around the buffet tables, pouring refreshments from the bloody bowl, while helping themselves to whatever food’s struck their fancy.

Xander often dined with her, but she believed that this was simply to make her feel more at ease with him It had never before crossed her mind that vampires might actually enjoy real food.

From then Ramadevi was cast into a social whirlwind at her husband’s side, as he paraded her among their many guests. It was a truly dizzying time for belle of the ball, but at least the feeling of being watched had now subsided.

There had been a moment when she was taken her vows, a brief pause in her thoughts that had allowed her mind to scream out to her ‘STOP!’ Everything had suddenly felt so wrong. Xander had felt so wrong. But that had passed now.

Hadn’t it?

Just as Rama began once again turning these musings over in her mind, the piece de resistance was unveiled. A lavish wedding cake, four tiers in height and as white as her wedding dress. It was decorated in a spiralling design of soft yellow, sugar flowers and Rama’s face lit up with glee.

With Xander’s strong, muscular arm around her waist, guiding her, Ramadevi was lead to the beautiful wedding cake. She couldn’t suppress the smile that played on her mouth as they joined hands and sliced into the rich fruit tablet, while the onlookers clapped and some even took photographs. The whole thing seemed so civilised, like a dream. A dream Rama wished could last forever, save for the heaviness that refused to leave her heart.

Turning her face up to her husband, she opened her mouth and slid out her tongue to him, as he offered a small slither of the wedding cake to his bride. Ramadevi accepted his offering as easily as she had accepted his hand in marriage and for that brief moment she felt sated.

Xander smiled fondly at the glorious woman beside him. His wife. Tentatively, Ramadevi returned the smile with a coyness that altered her appearance slightly, just enough to give her a girlish glow not often seen in woman of her age, except perhaps on occasions such as this.

Slowly Xander moved toward her, as if to kiss her mouth. A few crumbs of delicate white icing were caught in the left hand corner of her pouting lips. Moving closer still, Xander flicked his tongue out to lap at the crumbling frosting, running its moistness from the corner of her mouth, along the length of her beautifully plump lips. Xander ceased the licking action only to plant a firm kiss on the centre of Rama’s mouth, turning the bride’s honeyed complexion scarlet. 

Chapter 6

With only a couple of hours until sunrise, the wedding party was beginning to disperse. Xander was now becoming restless as well as slightly nervous. Ramadevi was now his wife, in the eyes of the law and in the eyes of their vampiric community. This night she would be bound to him by blood for eternity and he would lay with her as a husband for the first time.

He was confident in his skills as a lover. He had satisfied a wilding like Willow on many occasions, perhaps too much, which was why even now she could not let him go. After her confrontation with the Master, Willow had retreated – he assumed - back to the Bronze and had not returned. He knew it was for the best, but it still pained him to believe that his sire disapproved of him.

A firm, yet delicate hand on his shoulder interrupted his thoughts. Xander turned with the swiftness that was reserved solely for the demon breed and the grotesque face of their founding father, the Master himself, met him.

‘My boy, I believe it’s about time you and I had a little chat.’ the words rolled off of his tongue amiably enough, but Xander could not help but detect a malice in them. He knew that the Master must surely envy him and his prize, but what could be done about it?

Without another word, Xander was offered a view of the Master’s back as he confidently strolled in to the Harris home. Xander followed obediently.

Once inside, the Master again turned to face his grandchilde.

‘Xander, I’m very proud of the union which took place here today. It brings a tear to my eye’. At this the Master made a mock gesture, of wiping away tears.

‘But to business. You understand that the sealing ceremony has to take place if you wish to be bound to this woman. I can’t protect you indefinitely and while she remains unbound….please forgive my directness…but she remains ‘fair game’’. The Master looked earnestly at Xander, hoping to portray the seriousness of this issue with his eyes.

Xander could not return his gaze. He understood that he needed to be bound to Rama in order to protect her, but he simply would not force it. Ramadevi had to give herself over to him voluntarily, she had to want to be his eternal consort, hell that’s what the whole wedding had been about, her acceptance. He sighed heavily, a gesture that he still couldn’t shake and finally met the Master’s eyes.

‘I understand sir.’ he said simply.

‘That’s my boy!’ replied the Master, smiling, all the while clapping Xander whole heartedly on the back. ‘So for my parting gift, I leave you with this little morsel to help you on you way.’ Without further discussion the Master brushed past Xander and pushed open the connecting door that lead from the kitchen into the living room.

Bound and gagged on the floor lay the focus of every sexually charged high school dream Xander had ever had. Cordelia Chase. She was completely naked, and even though she must have been handled very roughly to be in such a precarious situation, he could not see a mark on her.

Her skin tones were not dissimilar to Ramadevi’s, tanned and lithe, with full heavy breasts and thick dark hair trailing down her back. She was terrified and Xander could feel his arousal stir just by staring into those pitifully despairing, dark eyes. A low, guttural growl escaped him as his animal instincts took over.

‘Enjoy!’ called the Master as he exited the house, just as Xander leaped on his prey, biting into an exposed breast and immediately began to drain the life from her. 

Outside the Master took to the task of entertaining Ramadevi, insisting that she dance with him one last time. Low music could be heard from a dozen speakers situated around the garden and as soon as "Chi Mai," a piece by Ennio Morricone which had become a favourite of Rama’s, started up she became powerless to refuse.

The Master held Ramadevi delicately, like a small daughter, cradling the back of her head in one large palm and guiding the small of her back with the other, while Xander continued to extinguish the life of his childhood fantasy inside. The act itself was completely necessary. In order to bind himself to Ramadevi, Xander needed to have fed fully, so when it came to exchanging blood, he would not in fact be feeding his bride her own tainted blood, but that of his last meal.

But if Xander chose to take advantage of the late Miss Chase in any other manner, then surely it was better that the act was unwitnessed by his wife!

Chapter 7

Xander pushed himself away from the lifeless body of the old Sunnydale high school cheerleader. She had still been a virgin, who would have thought it? It was amazing how you really could taste that in someone’s blood!

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then examined it for any residue. Luckily he hadn’t spilled a drop, and could go back to his wife immediately. Sunrise was fast approaching and he still had those husbandly duties to perform. He arose from his kneeling position by the dead body and straightened his suit, already walking towards to door. He didn’t look back.

Once again outside, he caught the attention of his grandsire, who smiled to Ramadevi before excusing himself. He began rounding up the straggling vampires who were determined to consume every last morsel of rare roast beef and drain every last glass of bloody Marys. In no time at all the garden was cleared of the guests who were no longer welcome and Xander was at last alone with his wife.

‘I have a surprise for you Mrs Harris.’ He smiled, taking her hand and leading her deeper into the garden, past the alter at which they were married.

In the farthest reaches of the garden, hidden by the wooden the gazebo was a small expanse of lawn, decorated by fairy lights on the outer edges and covered completely in red rose petals. The perfumes of the fallen flowers created a heady and rousing aroma, pleasing to both husband and wife.

It was here that Xander held Ramadevi at arms length by both hands and just admired her by moonlight.

Rama removed her hands from Xander’s grip and began to undress, ever so slowly. The simplicity of her actions were so erotic that Xander longed to grab at her, but he restrained himself, allowing Rama’s innocent actions to further fuel his desire.

In mere moments, she stood before him, completely uninhibited by cloth.

‘Love me Xander. Love me now’.

He came to her then, disrobing as he approached her. Their two bodies came together under the starlight, limbs entangled, passion filled moans escaping their lips as they explored each other's bodies as never before.

Rama pulled back then, panting, with a small amount of fear in her eyes. Previous conversations with the Master flooded through her mind. She was supposed to protect the earth, heal it, and not spoil it. A crucifying mixture of lust and despair filled her and she firmly pushed away from Xander.

‘Not here. Not like this. The Master told me…’

‘Hush, my love.’ Xander silenced her with a heated kiss. Again she tried to pull away from him.

‘But Xander, not on the ground, it’s sacred…’

‘And so is our love, Devi.’

Any fight that she had left in her fell away, then. He was right, what they shared was precious and what better way to exploit that, than right here, where the world was at it’s purest?

Under the glowing full moon they made love for the first time.  Xander loved her slowly, tenderly, coaxing warm passion into burning need in his innocent bride until the sweet pain of their first joining meant nothing if she could only feel him inside her.  As Ramadevi reached her climax Xander tore into the flesh of her neck with his steely white teeth, more beautiful cruelty as he drank her life in hungry kisses that would leave bruised rosettes on her immaculate throat.  Xander urged her desire to burn even hotter until it seemed her heat would consume them both, then guided her slowly to a thick wound he tore into the left side of his chest with one sharp talon.  Ramadevi kissed the crimson stream and groaned in carnal delight at the sweetness of his flavor.  Xander growled in savage bliss as her cheek nestled against his own warming skin, and the Deva drank deeply.

It was done.  Xander had drank Red Gold and replaced it his own blood, diluted with a fresh kill.  They were bloodsmates now, bound forever.  His excitement only increased and he drew his beloved close against him, intent on exploring and completing her until exhaustion took them both, their lovers’ cries mingling into the night.

‘See? That can be good, can’t it?’ Xander whispered into Rama’s ear as she began to doze off in his arms. She smiled her reassurance and nuzzled comfortably against him.

They lay that way, helplessly in each other’s arms for what felt like an age, until Rama was heavily asleep and just as the sun prepared to make its ascent over the horizon Xander swept her up in his arms and carried her home.

As the sun climbed higher into the sky, it cast its glow on the devastation left by the vampiric party of Mr and Mrs Harris. Crockery and cutlery littered the trestle tables, as well as left over foods and half empty bottles of celebratory alcohol. Streamers blew in the early morning breeze and rippled through the discarded clothes of the newlyweds that still lay on the lush green lawn.

Amidst all the carnage, easily escapable to the untrained eye, a flower was blooming. On closer inspection, it was actually the shoots of a new rose bush, one that was completely out of place in the middle of the well cultivated lawn. In between all the dying, curling rose petals, new life was forming, new life created by the virgin blood of the world's last Devi.

~FINIS~

Red Gold Challenges:

Challenge #1 “For Better or Worse...”

Pairing: Angelus/Ramadevi or (AU)Vampire Xander/Ramadevi

Challenge: Prepare a fan fiction where Angelus (or AU Xander) decides to marry Ramadevi. Ramadevi can be willing or unwilling and her partner must cajole/persuade her into acceptance.

MUSTS:

–“I want the humans to know you belong to me, too.” (Quote by the vampire lover.)

–Angelus (or Xander) must coax Ramadevi to try a new/different position/location for lovemaking. For some reason, Rama feels vulnerable in the position and tries to fight it but Angelus/Xander stops her. In the end, they both enjoy it and Angelus/Xander whispers, “See? That can be good, can’t it?”

–The wedding can be a very plain civil service or it can be as ostentatious and elaborate as you like but you must mention a specific food and a specific song eaten and heard during the ceremony.

–When the clergyman asks any witnesses if they object, someone must object, but it must be for an incredibly ridiculous and unacceptable reason. (The witness can be escorted from the court/wedding and you get extra points if Angelus/Xander manages to kill him in the fic without being discovered.)

–Angelus/Xander must feed Ramadevi a bit of wedding cake and lap the icing off her lips.

OPTIONS!!! (Select 3):

–One of the characters must use a vegetable (author’s choice) as a tool (NOT as an erotic toy but as a household tool.)

–Angelus/Xander must have a cheery casual discussion with Ramadevi and her beautician as Ramadevi is being waxed (legs, arms, and bikini area) a few days before her wedding.

–Ramadevi gives Angelus/Xander a lengthy back rub to ease his stress as he conducts wedding plans.

–Angelus/Xander argues his waist measurement with his tailor while being fitted for his evening wear.

–Someone must say, “Wow! That came out of nowhere!”

–Angelus/Xander must play with a yo-yo.

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