Title: Blood Money 1/9
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: Spike went to England after fighting off Wolfram and Hart to stand with the Scooby gang minus Xander. After realizing he didn't belong there anymore Spike moved to Boston only to find Xander. What is Xander doing in Boston and why did he abandon his friends?
Warnings/Spoilers: Post NFA
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
Spike was glad to be out of England. It had been his downfall in his human life and his downfall in his demon one. Of course at least he made it out alive the second time around… more or less anyway. After the fall of L.A Spike had followed his destiny, which was of course was finding the Scoobies and helping kill demons and saving the world.
It was almost like they were a family, minus Xander Harris. When Spike returned to his rightful place two years ago he had been told that Xander had quit shortly after coming back from Africa. He said he couldn't take this life anymore then dropped his bag of weapons and walked out. None of them had heard from him since.
With Xander not there it had been hard. It wasn't the same as it was in Sunnydale. Not that it would ever be the same but the original Scoobies always made it because they had each other. But now with the heart of the group gone they just were at a loss and it didn't matter how much time passed, that void was never fixed.
Spike finally decided to leave, thinking Xander had the right idea. Getting out and having a life outside of demon hunting. Spike wasn't stupid though. He knew he'd never get away from demon hunting the joys of being a vampire. But that didn't mean he had to be in the eye of the fight anymore.
So he moved on out of the UK and back to the good old US of A. Specifically Boston, Massachusetts. Spike found himself a nice empty condemned house that wasn't up for demolition for at least six months. Plenty of time to find a new place- if he decided to stick around that is.
The night was young. Spike's stuff was tucked away in case anyone decided to feel adventurous and snoop in a house that could collapse at any time. Now he could go out and check out the city. Rumors were there was a demon bar on Beacon Street. Spike could use some blood and a pint.
The Sinner's Club was small and never attracted humans, Spike assumed there was a glamor on the place. The music was loud and the bar was packed with demons. It was Spike's kind of place. There was always a chance of a fight and Spike was jonesing for a fight after his travels. He went up to the bar, lucky to find a vacant stool beside a couple of fledges. As he waited for his drinks Spike eavesdropped on the vampires' conversation.
"Have you been to see Alex yet?" one of them asked.
"Of course I have you idiot!" the second one replied with a snort. "I saw him last night. Fucking expensive if you ask me."
The first vampire laughed. "You know he is worth every penny, Collin."
Collin couldn't help but nod. "Yeah, the only thing is I want to have him again and I don't have the cash. Think you could float me a loan?"
"Fuck you, Collin. I've got enough for a blow job and it's got my name on it. I only wish I had enough for a bite. I'll take what I can get, though."
Finally unable to stop his curiosity Spike turned and spoke. "Who's this Alex bloke?"
"You haven't heard of Alex? What are you new?" Collin asked.
Spike's eyes flashed yellow at the disrespect. "Name's Spike. You'd best remember it. Now tell me who Alex is."
The unnamed vampire's eyes widened at Spike's introduction. Of course he'd heard of him. "He's this guy that is a willing meal."
"What's so special about him? Plenty of humans are willing and sound bloody cheaper than this bloke," Spike said with a raised eyebrow.
"This guy's blood is special. Gives you a high," Collin answered. "His come is almost as good."
Spike brought his hands up stopping him. "Wait, you mean you pay to blow him?
"Yup," the unnamed vampire said making a popping sound with the 'P'. "You interested in meeting him? I'm sure he could fit you in. Also if you pay for the biting you get a fuck for free."
"A shag, eh? Why not. Been a while since I've had a decent shag," Spike replied. His cock had already come alive at the thought of fresh human blood. Spike hadn't had human blood since Sunnydale days but something itched deep inside him. The guilt of the people he killed when he was under the influence of the First. But he wanted this.
Collin pulled out a card. "Trust me you won't regret it."
"Better not, mate or I'll track you down." Spike snatched the card from Collin's hand before he watched the pair scurry off.
Spike looked down at the card. It was nothing fancy, just Alex's name on it with a phone number. He pulled the cell phone that he'd gotten from the Council who agreed to pay for it as long as if they ever needed him to come help that he would. Fair enough deal, Spike thought especially since they wouldn't need him as much as they once had. Not with all the slayers. He punched in the numbers and listened to it ring.
It rang four times before the other end was answered.
"Hello?" The voice was husky. Obviously the person had been sleeping.
"'Ello. I'm looking for Alex," Spike said.
It was silent before a throat was cleared. "I'm Alex. You interested in a little company tonight?" The voice was still husky but this time not with sleep.
"Think you could fit me in?" Spike asked, his cock hardening further.
"Yeah, I think I can. Meet me at New Chardon Street apartment building 426. I'll be in apartment 36D. I'll buzz you up," Alex said. "What are you looking for tonight?"
Spike licked his lips. "Blood and a quickie."
"Bring a thousand dollars. See you soon," Alex said and hung up.
Spike was jittery by the time her reached the apartment building. His cock was fully alive and ready for a shag. With a shaky finger he pressed the button for 36D.
"Come on up." Alex's voice came over the intercom before there was a buzz and the front door unlocked.
With the elevator out of order Spike bounded up the stairs. He took an unneeded breath when he reached the door before giving three sharp knocks. The door opened with no one in sight. Spike took a step forward and found it odd that he didn't need an invitation. "Alex?"
There was a king size bed in the middle of what should have been the living room. Besides the bed there was a lonely floor lamp that was set on low.
The door closed behind Spike causing him to whirl around. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Xander?"