Title: Purr
Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com
Author: Velvet Crypt
Disclaimer: Joss is God. I own
nothing.
Spoilers: AU. I have no idea what
the hell this is. I’d say inspiration. But it’s total crap.
Summary: Spike gets in touch with his inner feline.
"And then he told me that he
couldn't love me anymore!" The catlike creature sniffed and dropped her
head into her hands.
Anyanka smiled wickedly. "I bet you wish something awful would happen to
him, hmmm?" She suggested.
"Oh, no!" the girl sounded horrified. "I could never wish
something like that on Rhreelis. Or even on that nasty Drusilla he's taken up
with. He seems to love her so much." Her breath hiccupped. "Isn't
that what love is? Giving up what you need for the happiness of the one you
love?"
Anyanka snorted. "Not exactly, honey. But whatever turns your crank."
"I was thinking, though. If Drusilla's old lover had been everything she
needed, she wouldn't have left him, right? And then Rhreelis would never have
been attracted to her." She growled in her throat. "I wish her old
lover could have been in touch with his inner cat. Then he'd know how to please
Drusilla like Rhreelis can."
Anyanka laughed. "Done."
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Spike woke to a strange feeling. It took him a moment, but then he realized
that he couldn't get his eyes open. He began to panic, but something warm and
wet and strangely comforting ran from his to his shoulder. Giving into the
drowning need to sleep again, he didn’t' give it any more thought.
It was a surprise when he woke later in the week to a sliver of light.
Confused, he tried to rub his eyes. As he did, he realized his arms weren't
working right. Near to panicking again, an insistent weight shoved him against
warmth and pressed something against his lips. Without knowing why, he began to
drink. It wasn't blood, but it was warm and just what he needed. He fell asleep
again.
Finally, his eyes could open all the way. He was mortified to find that his
arms were paws, for that matter, so were his legs. He gleaned from the pile of
bodies around him, and the larger body that they were all cuddled up to, that
he wasn't a vampire anymore. He seemed to be a kitten. He tried talking, but
his mouth wouldn't work right. All that came out was 'mew' and that was so insulting,
he didn't try again.
Determined to discover what the hell had happened to him, he crawled out of the
kitten pile and walked on unsteady legs to the edge of their 'bed'. It looked
like the mother cat had made her nest for the kittens in an old blanket under
some steps. He staggered on his four paws out from under the steps and into a
tall patch of grass and weedy flowers. Crouching down in the green, he tried to
remember what the hell he'd been doing before all of this happened.
He remembered going to visit his sire in LA. He never made it. The last thing
he could clearly remember was driving the Desoto on the freeway. Then the
disjointed memories of kitteness. He shook his head, trying to clear it.
"What the fuck!"
He twitched, but some internal warning system forced him to still. He watched a
huge figure storm down the steps and reach under them. Terror
filled Spike's tiny body and he fought to remain motionless. The figure jerked
out the mother cat, which responded with a frightened meow, and grasped her by
the tail. Spike watched in horror as the figure swung his mother through the
air and slammed her little head into the side of the house.
/Mama!/ Spike/kitten cried silently. He didn't know why watching this would
affect him so strongly. He was a master vampire, not a bloody cat. But it did.
He could feel a connection. And he could feel it cut off as his feline mother
died. He continued to watch as the figure drug his brothers and sisters out
from under the porch. The figure thrust them into a sack and then dumped them
into a huge bucket.
Spike didn't understand what was going on until the figure turned the water
spicket on and put the hose in the bucket. Spike wept internally as he felt the
connections with each of his siblings crumble one by one as the kittens
drowned.
"Dad? What are you doing?" A jolt went through Spike as he realized
he knew that voice.
Xander had warily come out of the basement when he heard the loud thump. The
idea that his dad was up and moving around this early didn't bode well for him.
He regretted his curiosity the second his father grabbed him by the throat and
slammed him up against the wall. Xander hung by his neck, turning purple.
"I thought I told you to get rid of that damn cat, boy!" his father
growled.
"I thought I did." Xander gasped.
"Well, I always told you not to think, boy. And when I say 'get rid of it'
I mean permanently!" His dad dropped him and gestured to the small body on
the ground. "Like this."
Xander stared in shock at the tiny form. /Why did you come back, kitty?/ he
mourned.
"Get rid of it. And get rid of its brats too." His dad gestured to
the overflowing tub of water before stalking back into the house.
Xander hesitated for only a second. He reached in the tub and jerked the bag
out. Frantically, he tore it open and spilled its contents onto the grass.
Desperately searching for even one live kitten, he moaned when he realized he
was too late. Tears began to fall, obscuring the tiny corpses.
"I'm so sorry, babies. So sorry. I couldn't save you. I'll make sure to
bury you far away from him. Knowing him, he'd likely to dig you up again just
to hurt me."
Xander sadly began placing the kittens back into the bag. With a shudder, he
put the mother cat in on top of them and gently tied the bad. He'd just come
back from the storage shed with a shovel when he heard a tiny 'mew'. He looked
around frantically, hope rising in his chest.
Spike watched in sorrow as Xander searched for a living kitten. He wanted to
crawl into the human's lap and share his pain. When Xander came back with the
garden tool, he made his decision. He tried calling Xander's name, but all that
came out was a little 'mew'. Still, the boy seemed to hear him, because he
began searching his surroundings carefully.
Spike crawled out of the grass and stumbled onto the walkway.
