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Walking Wounded

Spike & Darla
My entry for the nekid_spike Halloween Nekid Numbers challenge.

My prompts were: Spike with Darla or Lindsey, pumpkins, Halloween party, prostitution.

I fail completely at Halloween party, but a fail-y fic is better than no fic, right?

Setting: BtVS season 5/AtS season 2, before Into the Woods (BtVS) and between Darla and The Trial, AtS.
Rating: R, for some sexual suggestiveness and swearing
Pairing: Spike/Darla (clearly, you knew I wasn't going to write Spike/Lindsey, right?)
1000 words.

Walking Wounded



"Didn't figure you for a junkie, love."

He settled his weight on one hip, stuck his hands in his belt and leered at her.

She gave him back look for look.

"Didn't figure you for a whore, Spike."

He laughed, but his eyes flashed yellow.

"Think I shouldn't be followin' your shining example, then, Grandma?"

She glanced around the little cubicle. The door curtain was torn, and trash was piled up in the corners. Even the battered leather armchair, ready for the next customer, was ripped open, stuffing spilled from its innards like someone had gutted it.

She flared her nostrils in disgust. "Not my example, William, dear. I wouldn't have set foot in a dump like this even back in the seventeenth century."

Her gaze swept the rest of the room, finally lighting on the tawdry attempts at Halloween decorations, which were in danger of bringing down the crumbling plaster on the ceiling.

"Flashing pumpkins and skulls?" she sneered. "Tacky, William, tacky."

He fished his smokes out of his duster pocket and lit up. "It's for the punters. They expect a bit of Halloween tat this time of year. S' meant to be ironic." He eyed her through the smoke. "Like you're meant to be dead."

She smiled, without mirth. "I got better."

"That right?" He smoked in silence, regarding her from stormy blue eyes. Then he took a last drag on the cigarette, dropped the butt on the floor, and trod it out in a shower of sparks.

Eyes still on her face, step by step, he sauntered closer. "Funny how you look so fucking miserable then. What's the matter, love? Heartbeat keepin' you awake? Listen how it's pounding away. You're not...scared, are you?"

She laughed a strangled laugh. "You'll have to try harder than that."

Even so, as he drew nearer, her body began to tremble. Then he was right in front of her, eyes blazing yellow in the dim light. He grinned, showing his fangs, then bent to inhale deeply at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

His hand grazed her hip. "Never thought you'd be afraid of me, Darla."

"I am not afraid," she gritted, between teeth that wouldn't stop chattering.

His hand continued its leisurely exploration - the curve of her lower back, her waist, her upper arm. Never quite going where she might not want it to go.

"What's the matter? Afraid I'm gonna bite you?" His palm was resting on her crotch, fingers pointing downwards.

"Or maybe," he breathed. "Maybe you want me to? Feel that heat. Like a furnace."

He squeezed suddenly.

"Get off me!" She pushed him away with all her feeble human strength, then put the chair between them. "Stay away."

He held up his hands. "All right, all right. No need to get testy." His eyes raked her up and down. "If you're not here for the... services -" he shook away his vampire face and leered at her again - "what are you here for?"

It took her a moment to collect herself. A moment where, even to her, the sound of her heartbeat was deafening. At last, she had enough self-control to gasp out,

"I do want your services. I want you to sire me."

His jaw dropped.

"You want me to what?"

"You heard me." She drew a ragged breath, stepped around the chair and approached him again.

This time, he was the one in retreat, across the room, until he was jammed against the wall under the boarded up window.

"Dunno about that, love."

Her hand slid down his chest and inside his t-shirt, hot palm pressed to the place where his heart didn't beat.

"You were right, Spike. That infernal drumming does keep me awake. I want it to stop. You can do that for me."

The sneer was gone from his face. Bending down, he scented her again, inhaling her deep into his lungs.

"Angel said no, did he?"

Her eyes widened, and a frown creased her brow, but she moved closer, warm body molded to cold.

"He did. More fool him. But I'd rather you sired me anyway."

"Oh, you would, would you?" His eyebrow quirked in amusement. "Why's that, then?"

She gazed up at him, green eyes smouldering. "Because Angel'll hate it so damn much, of course. Why do you think?"

They stared at each other. He pursed his lips, as if considering the matter, while his hand sidled down her spine to cup and squeeze her asscheek. Then he pushed her away.

"Sorry, love. No can do."

She gaped at him. "But why not?" When he didn't answer, but only lit another cigarette, she said,

"What's the matter, William? Afraid you can't handle it?"

He shook his head. "It's not that."

"What, then?" She flung her arms wide. "Okay, I get it. You hate me. Sire me, then. Take out all your frustrations on me and discard me afterwards, if you want. But just...just do it. Please? I've no one left to ask."

He took another long drag on his cigarette, shook his head again.

"Please!" Her voice shook with suppressed fury.

He shrugged. "S'not that I don't want to. S' that I can't, see?" He tapped his head."The US government stuffed a microchip in my head. If I try to hurt a human, it causes me blinding pain. If I did what you wanted, I'd prob'ly black out before I managed to kill you."

"Oh." She looked deflated. "Why are you bite whoring in a crack house, then?"

He put his hand on his chest. "Me? I don't work here, love. What d'you take me for? Was lookin' for someone, actually - tall bloke, very boring-looking. You seen him?"

She stared at him, mute with fury.

"Better keep lookin', then, I s'pose." He walked past her. "Sorry you got the wrong end of the stick, love. Was fun leadin' you on, though."

As the ratty curtain swung to behind him, she found her voice again.

"Asshole."

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clockwork_hart1
Oct. 19th, 2013 10:36 pm (UTC)
Oh this is awesome!

I love me some Darla, and you've captured her perfectly here - especially at a time of such turmoil for her.

Your dialogue is great, and the sexual tension? Yum. I could feel it, all that blonde sexiness.

Basically, I adore this. x
shapinglight
Oct. 21st, 2013 04:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much. I do like writing these two together.
pickamix
Oct. 19th, 2013 10:46 pm (UTC)
This was sooo good!!! I have a soft spot for this pair. Excellent work, darling!!!

*hugs and love*
shapinglight
Oct. 21st, 2013 04:41 pm (UTC)
I have a soft spot for this pair.

Me too. Thank you very much. I'm glad you liked it.
brutti_ma_buoni
Oct. 19th, 2013 10:57 pm (UTC)
Oh, I *like* this. Very neat with the canon setting, and sizzling with the love/hate (mostly hate) between them.
shapinglight
Oct. 21st, 2013 04:43 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I don't really think they hated each other as much as seems to be the fanon convention, but it's fun to play with the idea, and probably quite true that Darla didn't have a terribly high opinion of Spike.

chasingdemons
Oct. 20th, 2013 12:03 am (UTC)
Oh, this was just great! The dynamic between Spike and Darla has always been rather fascinating, and her "human condition" does put things in a different perspective. Would love to know what would happen if he actually sired her. Even if for no other reason than to royally piss Angel off!
shapinglight
Oct. 21st, 2013 04:44 pm (UTC)
Would love to know what would happen if he actually sired her. Even if for no other reason than to royally piss Angel off!

You've got me wondering myself now. I'm torn between thinking she would just stake him when his back was turned, and thinking that maybe she'd play along with him for a bit just to annoy Angel even more.
sibilant
Oct. 21st, 2013 08:25 pm (UTC)
Write it! She'd make Spike's unlife misery! And provide lots of snarky fun for us.

They're such a good double act, the way they spark off one another. And they're much more equally balanced, which makes the power dynamic beautifully flexible, ever shifting.
shapinglight
Oct. 22nd, 2013 09:03 am (UTC)
I agree. But I would, I suppose. ;)
slaymesoftly
Oct. 20th, 2013 03:35 am (UTC)
Excellent. Payback's a bitch, Darla. LOL
shapinglight
Oct. 21st, 2013 04:45 pm (UTC)
Yes, poor Darla really. He's being pretty mean.
comlodge
Oct. 20th, 2013 07:07 am (UTC)
Teehee. Nice to see Spikie get a little of his own back on Darla. Love the decor by the way:D
shapinglight
Oct. 21st, 2013 04:46 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I just couldn't work out a way to include the Halloween party element, but at least I got the pumpkins in.
sueworld2003
Oct. 20th, 2013 08:50 am (UTC)
Oh that was fantastic and as per your voices were superb. :D
shapinglight
Oct. 21st, 2013 04:46 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Sue. Glad you liked it. As you know, I love writing these two.
zanthinegirl
Oct. 20th, 2013 09:02 am (UTC)
Hee-- that was fun! For two characters that (as far as I can remember) only interact in flashbacks Spike and Darla are very entertaining together. I can easily buy Spike taunting Darla about her human past, and lead her on a bit about his position.

Though the thought of siring Darla to piss off Angel seems very in character to me!
shapinglight
Oct. 21st, 2013 04:47 pm (UTC)
Though the thought of siring Darla to piss off Angel seems very in character to me!

Me too. I'm sure he would have done it if he could, but since he couldn't, he had to get what he could out of it.

Glad you enjoyed it, and thanks for reading.
singedbylife
Oct. 20th, 2013 05:11 pm (UTC)
Heh, fits perfectly into canon which is always something I highly appreciate. Good voices, too!
shapinglight
Oct. 21st, 2013 04:47 pm (UTC)
Thank you, love. Glad you liked it. :)
lynnenne
Oct. 20th, 2013 05:47 pm (UTC)
Even the battered leather armchair, ready for the next customer, was ripped open, stuffing spilled from its innards like someone had gutted it.

Oh, nice bit of detail.

I always enjoy Spike and Darla together. Excellent fic.
shapinglight
Oct. 21st, 2013 04:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I like them together too. :)
rebcake
Oct. 21st, 2013 02:43 am (UTC)
Gah! So perfectly them! They are wonderfully antagonistic together, which is always entertaining.

Having read a fair amount of whore!Spike fic (I wonder where?), I completely bought this as an AU, but was thrilled to have it bounce back around to canon with a snap. Well done.
shapinglight
Oct. 21st, 2013 04:49 pm (UTC)
Thanks, love. Glad you liked it.

Having read a fair amount of whore!Spike fic (I wonder where?)

I really can't imagine. :whistles innocently:
lokifan
Oct. 21st, 2013 06:51 am (UTC)
Awesome! Ugh, poor Darla. But I love their dynamic and how they jockey for position.
shapinglight
Oct. 21st, 2013 04:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Yes, I feel sorry for her too.
snogged
Oct. 26th, 2013 10:50 pm (UTC)
This was marvelous!!

There really aren't enough Spike/Darla fics out there and I enjoyed how you slid this into the canon story quite well.

Great job!
shapinglight
Oct. 28th, 2013 01:40 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Glad you liked it. I do love writing Spike and Darla, must admit.
sheppsboy
Oct. 29th, 2013 06:37 am (UTC)
Cool,Darla is just so.... desperate.

Edited at 2013-10-29 06:37 am (UTC)
shapinglight
Oct. 29th, 2013 12:57 pm (UTC)
Thanks, and yes, she is.
kseenaa
Nov. 13th, 2013 11:22 pm (UTC)
This was actually quite brilliant. :-D And very in character to! I loved it!
shapinglight
Nov. 14th, 2013 10:38 am (UTC)
Thank you. I do like writing these two.
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