*Characters belong to Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt, etc.



To Sire a Sire

by Tara Ann Stridh

She gasped as the bleach-blonde vampire grabbed her arm, pulling her around the corner where the phones were located. As soon as she saw his smile her body relaxed, and she smiled back.
"William."
"Hello Darla." Spike took a moment to relish her sensual curves bound by the dark blue silk, and her finger gently touched the scar invading his eyebrow.
"So, who's the chump you're dining with?"
"Lindsey McDonald. He works for Wolfram and Hart."
"Is he the one who brought you back to this marvelously dreary yet amusing world?" She nodded.
"The one."
"The chap has good taste." Her slender fingers rested on his black leather collar.
"I won't argue with that." The vampire took her hand, kissing her warm skin.
"Always the gentleman. I always thought you were too good for Dru."
"And I've always thought you were too good for Angel. No more hotel visits? You two have a nasty rumble?" His cold fingers lightly touched the wound Angel had given her flesh the night before.
"Only a scratch?"
"I know. What do you expect from a neutered puppy?" As Spike laughed Darla glided her fingers over his bright blonde hair. The British vampire stopped laughing and laid his head against her breasts.
"I can hear your heart beating." Her head tilted back against the wall.
"It's strange."
"It tickles."
"What are you doing here, William?" He lifted his head and shrugged.
"I want to help. I've always liked you, Darla. The only thing I ever held against you was that you created the big poof." His dark eyes glistened at her.
"You were always too sweet, Spike. Aren't you going to kiss me?"
"I'm waiting for you to ask me." Her violet eyes twinkled like the melodious innocence dancing within her sensual voice.
"You never take, William."
"When I do I get bloody dumped." Her hand stroked the side of his soft pale face.
"Hush." He took her hand, embracing its new precious warmth.
"Darla, I respect you anyway you are, but do you really want to be human?"
"I don't really know."
"I can fix it. Make you one again."
"Your offer is absolutely charming, but I'm uncertain. As a human Angel sees me as more vulnerable. Easier to coax him into the darkness."
"You really think you can do it?" A delicious smile.
"It's fun to try."
"When you're ready then." Spike's dark eyes were gentle.
"I think you just want to say you own me."
"Maybe, but I don't want to watch you grow old."
"Actually, I'm rather fond of that Lindsey fellow. He's attractive. Buys me gifts when I tell him to, and he's funny. Imagine me with a happy little family in a cheerful little home." Spike pouted.
"Why can't I be in your little happy home?"
"Because you're thinking about someone else."
"So is Angel."
"Yes, but I own him. Always will."
"If you let me turn you I promise I won't rule you."
"I know you wouldn't, William. You'd be too scared to. Go after your slayer." She kissed his cheek, her lips shimmering natural pink. Then they kissed more intimately, his chilled tongue intertwining against her warm tongue, tingling each other's varying, yet similar senses. As she left him Spike watched the straight strands of her blonde hair trickle over his fingers. He knew the time would come when she would ask him.