| *****Mazzy***** The Tooth and Nail had booked that hottest band in Chicago for that night. The cats were starting to get the place swinging, but Angelus barely noticed. He was surrounded by a half a dozen lovelies, lace and pearls and silk and flowers�the promise of a satisfying and delicious kill, but he didn�t even care to smell their virgin essence or flash them an irresistible smile. His mind was elsewhere. Something nagged at him. What was it? He scanned the room, suddenly aware of the action in the joint�guys in flashy suits, broads teasing them with their modern dance moves, and the band with their gleaming golden horns and tight sounding drums. Where was the singer? It was supposed to be Honey�s big debut, but there was no way Angelus would let her go on that night. She�d come into the place tattered and torn, like she�d had something or someone else better to do. Long ago, Angel had grown impatient with that kind of flippant behavior. He expected her to be top notch, classy, tough yet feminine, but most importantly there when he needed her to be there�no matter what. And Spike, the sucker, bumbling around trying to take care of her? That�s not what she really needed. She needed to learn that things �round this place were big time, and if she couldn�t cut it, she�d be thrown out to the shed with the rest of the lace gals. That was it, he realized. He was disappointed. Somewhere he had come to the notion that Honey was far and above the average ordinary woman, that she might even be worthy of him, but her display of a few hours ago had alarmed him, made him feel he was wrong about her and he hated being wrong. Slender arms reached around him, hands stroked through his short brown hair, but he waved them all away as he got up to his feet, intent on having it out with Honey, for better or worse. He�d asked Spike to clean her up and he�d seen him bring her upstairs, probably giving her a hanky and some scotch, and maybe even throwing some fancy jewels at her feet. Angelus planned in his mind what he wanted to say and what he wanted to hear as he determinedly walked down the hall toward Spike�s closed bedroom door. He didn�t bother to knock, he never did. That was an unwritten rule between them. No secrets, nothing to hide. When he quickly opened the door, the sight before his eyes left him standing in mild shock. Spike was giving her more than the standard comfort, and he quickly grew angry at the betrayal, more from Honey than from the vamp, but he did nothing but stand there for a moment and watch. He saw Honey mutter something low and inquisitive to her new lover and he watched Spike�s cool reaction. Neither of them sensed his presence--too wrapped up in their un-doings. Angel�s anger began to fade as he became absorbed in their interactions. Spike�s body was on top of hers, his back arched and his head found its way from Honey�s face down until it firmly nestled in the crook of her neck. Angelus wondered if he should stop this. He wondered why he didn�t try to stop it. The smell of blood and the familiar sound of rapid sucking were intoxicating. His companion�s penetrating teeth sunk deep into the recesses of his lover�s body, and Honey yelped in pain, but Angelus made no motion to stop it. After all, it had been a secret desire of his to turn her. He took a step toward the two forms on the bloodstained bed and Spike looked up at him. There were no words, just a silent exchange between the two old friends that prompted Angel to move toward the other side of Honey�s sumptuous neck and fiercely tear into it. Another yelp came from her near-dead form. Spike took that moment to abandon her coolly growing body. He moved intently toward the brown liquor bottle that stood on the nearby nightstand. He took a long swig of the prohibited beverage and let the flavor of its body mix with the tainted taste of the woman�s ripe blood. He swallowed the nectar then took a quick glance at Angelus doing his job. The bottle was empty now and Spike slammed it hard against the stand, shattering it into chunks of glass. He scooped up a particularly pointed edge remnant from the bottle�s neck and headed back toward the bed. He ran the cool honey-colored glass across the pale exposed length of his arm. Blood began to trickle from the spot and he sat next to the lady whose name and glowing skin was reminiscent of the color of his cutting tool. Angel recessed from her body and Spike lifted her head up and cradled it into his non-injured arm. He thrust his raw wound toward her almost blue lips. �Nourish yourself, my sweet.� She began to suck hungrily on his arm--the sensation made Spike lose the last bit of tension and strength that remained within his body. Angelus slid off the bed in order to retrieve his own piece of glass. He ripped off his jacket and rolled up a white sleeve. By now, Spike�s eyes were closed and his naked torso was slung against the bed�s headboard. Honey was almost on top of him now, sucking greedily, her body moving in a dance on top of him as she fed. She had an appetite and Spike was being drained by that hunger. Angel approached the end of the bed and drew her crimson lips toward his fresh wound. Her body still straddled Spike�s, but her head was arched toward Angel�s arm, which dangled loosely at his waist. He stood firm at the edge of the bed, and even though pain was searing through his veins, he didn�t mind. It was that good kind of pain, the kind you wanted to last�the kind that felt so bad, yet so good, like Honey feasting on his body. After a short time, once exhaustion overtook her, Honey retreated from Angelus to silently rest her naked body on the bed next to Spike. Her movement across his body had stimulated him back to awareness. His eyes flicked open and he saw his sire standing next to edge of the bed. Angel looked down upon him and inspected his eyes for doubt. �What did we do?� Suddenly Spike�s silent reply was disrupted by a loud splattering sound and the echoes of patrons� screams mixed with the shattering of glass. It seemed to come from below them, borne from the heart of the club. Angelus composed himself quickly, and Spike was up at his feet soon after, pulling on clothes and heading out the door behind the elder vampire. They found themselves headed downstairs, into a blaze of gunfire. |
| TOOTH & NAIL |
| BY PREBUFFY & MAZZY |
| PART VII |
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| NC-17 WARNING |
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| pic not by QM |