SOAPS
(This one was my first, my baby – so please be kind to her!)
Outside the sun was shinning brightly out of a clear blue cloudless sky. Butterflies flittered over the wild flowers, birds sang and a heat haze shimmered over the tombs in one of Sunnnydale's many graveyards. An eerie cry rang out from one of the crypts, shattering the calm of the warm day. “No, you prat! That's Jenny, the evil twin!”
Inside his crypt Spike was sprawled on the tomb he used for a bed. He was watching one of his favorite “stories” , Passions, on a flickering TV set. Dr Brett was just about to take his young bride, Jane to bed – only it wasn't her. Jane was in fact bound and gagged in the old boat house where a bomb had been set to go off by Jack. Jack was, really Jane's brother, but no-one knew this but the mysterious old priest, Father Fred, who was actually Jack's nephew. This was due to the alien abduction of….
“No! She's in the bleeding boathouse!” Spike shouted at his telly. Of course even a 126 year old vampire didn't expect any response from the characters on the screen. He took a swig from a can of beer and groaned as the wicked Jenny removed her blouse. “Why do they never turn round?” he wondered. (So, you try getting cable installed if you live in a crypt!)
Spike loved his soaps. They made his life seem, well almost normal! He thought back.
He couldn't remember much of his human life, but was sure it had been miserable. When he was William he had been a petty criminal. His life as a vampire had begun down a dark alley behind a north London pub. A tall, dark stranger offered him the choice of eternal life as a vampire or death After the whole mutual blood sucking thing was done he lost track of things for a while. He came to in bed in a dark and dusty house. He'd no idea who he was, where he was or what was going on. He drifted in and out of consciousness for a bit then became aware of a voice.
“Why, Angel,” she said,” he's lovely!”
“Knew you'd like him, Princess! He'll make a great playmate for you!”..
William recognized the man from last night, the one who'd bitten him. He was trying to think of something appropriately tough to say when he took a proper look at the woman and his world changed forever. She was slim and pale with long, dark ringlets framing her face. Her features were delicate and her eyes like deep brown velvet. Eyes you could drown in. Eyes …
An explosion on the screen brought Spike back to reality with a start. “Shit! They've blown up Jane!” he smirked happily, taking another swig of his beer. He loved the way disaster wrecked the character's lives so casually. Very much like his own life really!
At first Angel had been the perfect sire to him. He'd taught him to hunt, and feed He taught William about the sport in killing – they weren't butchers there was a skill, an art to being a vampire. Of course he also taught him to “Always guard your perimeters,”! William also spent much of his time with “Princess”, Drusilla. She was insane, of course, but William didn't mind in the least! Many was the sunny day the violent young vampire and his “sister” played dolls tea party and dolls house. Angel was quietly amused at how William who could be exceptionally cruel was so kind and patient with Drusilla. He could see that William was in love with Drusilla, yet, surprisingly had never tried to seduce her. Some sort of strange Victorian morality mixed with loyalty to their sire kept him from acting on his feelings for her.
At first William had never been so happy and fulfilled in his entire existence. Sadly, after some years a bitter rivalry crept in between the two vampires. Each tried to be crueler than the other. He gained the nick-name William the Bloody around this time, but Angel always outshone him. William could do nothing right for his Sire. Somehow winning made the older vampire even more moody and aggressive. He'd had enough of being father to his odd little family. Drusilla's insanity, once so quirky and charming began to irritate him. He took to beating her. William could hear her screams in the day sometimes. He hated himself for not being able to stand up to their sire. Drusilla became quiet and withdrawn and often had bruises or burns. Misery drove William and Drusilla closer together. They began to comfort each other, at first with cuddles and chaste kisses but in no time the dolls were looking on with shock in their glass eye as their mistress and her playmate made love amidst the remains of a doll's tea party!
The lovers spent all the time they could together, when Angel was away. He seemed to be away more, and more often these days. One evening William was tip-toeing from Drusilla's room when he noticed a note pinned to her door.
Gone back to Darla. Enjoy each other!
Love Papa xxx
Spike smiled a little sadly then finished his beer, throwing the can to join a heap of others in the corner. That had been the real beginning of his life with Drusilla. The times they'd had! No wonder he needed his stories! He looked at his watch and flicked off the TV with the remote. Five hours to sun-down – he'd better get a little sleep!
(In case you're worried Jane was blown clear in the explosion. She lost her memory, however and needed plastic surgery and is due to return to the series in the autumn as the Peruvian maid…….)
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