Cold Climate 1
Ethan opened the door to Ripper´s flat silently. The wineglasses clinking sounded like the chimes of Big Ben! He froze and listened. No movement from upstairs, good he hadn´t woken him then. Inside the house it was cool and dark in stark contrast to the white heat of Sunnydale´s latest heat wave. He wondered why it was so dark… He took off his clothes and folded them in a neat pile and took the chilled wine upstairs to the loft and his one time lover.
Ethan hoped to win him over with the vintage wine and memories of past conquests, it wasn´t often he felt nostalgic, but when he did. He returned to Ripper. His heart beat like a drum in his chest; he heard only Ripper´s breath. He was alone. Not for long, he smirked. He opened the bedroom door and held his breath, for the thrill of seeing his lover naked before him.
He wasn´t alone! He stared in shock at the pale lean blond curled possessively round Ripper´s back. He shut his mouth silently. Ripper and a dyed blond toy boy! The bottle slipped from his hands and hit the carpeted floor with a thud. The bed partners sat up startled awake by the noise.
"Bloody Hell! I´ve only just got to sleep …can´t yo…" Spike stopped, taking in the stranger. "Ay, It´s ´im, Your old tart, the magic geyser…"
"Ethan.." Rupert sighed. Spike snapped his fingers as if just remembering the name. Ethan righted the bottle and sat down on the bedroom chair.
Ethan glared at Spike who took no notice at all, he lit a cigarette and held it out to Rupert who took just a puff and gave it back. Spike slung his arm round Rupert´s shoulder and stared back at Ethan. Stale mate.
"What do you want Ethan?" Rupert asked. Suddenly the heat was upon him, Spike was playing. He resisted as long as he could, but it became too much and with a small nod in Spikes direction he allowed the vampire his breakfast. Spike licked slowly along Rupert´s neck tasting his anticipation, hearing his groan and feeling his hand fumble for his cold hard cock beneath the covers. Spike nipped at the skin, each time Rupert sighed, eyes closed.
"Do It…" He pleaded, his voice thick with passion. "Please Spike, do it…." He took a sharp breath as the vampires fangs easily punctured his skin revealing the ruby river that gave him life. Spike partook of breakfast while Rupert writhed and moaned. Spike closed the wound after a few minutes. He glanced over at Ethan who had been unusually quiet. He smiled when he saw why.
"Hey, Rupe´s. The tart´s got a horn for us!" Rupert was still reeling from Spike´s love bite so really was in no fit state to form an opinion on anything.
"I´ll see you downstairs Ripper." Ethan left the bedroom knowing he had been replaced in Ripper´s affections by a brash cockney vampire of doubtful parentage. Talk about dragging one´s cock through the gutter! Only the Gods knew what kind of diseases the whore had!
He got dressed and waited fifteen minutes until the noise of fucking had died down upstairs. Ripper came down looking flushed. He tried a smile Ethan wasn´t impressed.
"I´m sorry you discovered us Ethan. Perhaps if you phoned next time…" Ethan hit him. An open handed slap which resounded like a clap of thunder in the silent room.
"He´s a vampire Rupert! You´re a Watcher for fuck´s sake! What do you think they´ll say…"
"They won´t say anything. I´m not a Watcher. Spike loves me Ethan, not even you did that…"
"How can you say that? Why am I here now if not to love you?" He could feel tears springing to his eyes, he´d not cried in years. He knew that if he truly loved Ripper he would be happy and let him go. After all he couldn´t do what the blond had done. No he didn´t love Ripper; he was in love with the idea of Ripper. As the years wore on, the memory had begun to fade. Ethan hated the fact that he was getting old!
Rupert, looked at Ethan his eyes glassy with rage or tears, he couldn´t tell. He was concerned for his safety but he didn´t love him. Ethan shook himself and his eyes grew cold. Rupert shivered involuntarily despite the heat of his living room.
"What can he give you that I can´t?" He challenged.
"Eternal life.." Rupert breathed. "Eventually, he´s promised. When I want it he´ll turn me…"
Ethan stepped back horror struck. Then he recovered as the blond´s head peeped over the banisters, smirking at him, no laughing! Ethan had always hated that!
"Turn, turn again. Sunrise to sunset be each to the other. Till the day the heat cools!" He proclaimed his enchantment to the four winds and left the devastation in his wake without a backward glance.
The human and the vampire stared at each other as they felt their souls exchange. Then…
The human clutched his chest. "Bloody Hell, I´ve got a heartbeat!"
The vampire sank to his knees. "Oh, Ethan! How have you done this?" He groaned and beat his head on the floor several times despairingly.
They were dressed. Rupert in denim and Spike in his beloved black. He had spent an hour in front of the mirror just staring at his reflection. Rupert held his glasses, knowing he didn´t need them, it was comforting, something familiar. He sat down at his desk and called Willow. Spike fought him for possession of the phone when it connected.
"Hello Red! Listen, somethin´s up can you come over?" "Giles´" voice had Spike´s inflections and it confused Willow. He handed the phone to Rupert.
"Willow? Willow, please listen carefully. Ethan has cast a spell over me and Spike. I can´t explain over the phone. You´ll be here in half an hour? Thank you." Rupert looked at Spike and shuddered. He was like a child with a new toy.
"Hey, Rupe´s can I go out and sunbathe?" He was already ripping his clothes off and dashing for the cupboard where the loungers were kept. Rupert shook his head. Suddenly finding his mouth filled with teeth as he looked on the naked human. He left his desk and crept up behind his snack.
He grabbed Spike´s hair and roughly exposed his neck to his fangs. Spike´s eyes grew round as saucers as he desperately flailed around for something to use as a weapon.
The front door opened and Willow flew in holding a cross before her. The vampire´s fangs barely scraped the human´s neck before he felt the effects of the cross on his body. It was like he was turning inside out. Willow passed by him on her way to the human; she didn´t break eye contact. Good girl! He was coming back to himself.
"Willow…How did you get here so fast?" He asked, she was immediately puzzled. She looked from him to “Rupert”, a naked Rupert! She put her hand over her eyes.
"Yeah, Red. Thanks for saving me! Rupert would have had me as a snack!" She sat down on the sofa…. Her mouth working but her brain not engaged.
"Spike? Get some clothes on and get her some water. We´ve got to explain." He dressed quickly and came back with the water.
Willow gulped her water. And prepared her little speech, she´d seen the weather forecast that morning.
"Guy´s? The forecast say´s the heat waves´ not going to break for days…"
They stared at each other and said together. "Days?" Spike realised. "And Nights! You´ll need supplies."
Rupert groaned and closed his eyes. This was a nightmare! Eternal life gone awry! Spike´s hand on his knee gave him some small comfort; his own hand covered it. He tried to ignore Spike´s shiver.
"We´ll be OK, Watcher. I´ll take the day shift and you can research a cure if the weather don´t break…"
The vampire´s face wore a bleak expression, Rupert wondered what Ethan was doing now.
Ethan sat on the bed in his lonely hotel room sniffing and dabbing at his eyes occasionally, stuffing himself with handfuls of chocolates.
End part 1
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