Giles woke suddenly shivering with cold the library was dark. He could hear his breath and heartbeat harsh in his ears. The new Slayer was gone. No-one was with him and he was suddenly frightened. Cold hard knots were forming throughout his body. He would do anything to be warm again. He pulled the blanket closer round his shoulders. When was the last time he’d been really warm? His body went into spasm at the touch of someone’s hand.

"Sshhh Rupert, it’s only me."

"Willow?" He asked in the darkness. "Oh, Cordelia, why are you here? Where’s Oz?"

"I’m here too Giles you’re not alone." The Werewolves eyes shone in the darkness. Giles breathed easier.

"What’s the date?"

"23rd. Try to go back to sleep."

"No, I can’t. You need your story Cordelia." He swallowed the lump in his throat. "Another love story, maybe a little racy do you mind?" He sighed speaking was exhausting him.

"Race away Giles, I can take it!"

Ethan’s parties were legendary. He could organise one very quickly by contacting various students in the university using a unique code of his own invention. Thomas was studying chemistry so would bring the "pick’n’mix" Philip was a Music and Drama major so he provided the band and dancers. Ethan baked some of his ’specials’ and provided the refreshments and Dierdre was studying medicine so she was party decorations, bandages and condom balloons…

"You’re supposed to put them on." Cordelia interrupted

"Pardon?!" Giles didn’t understand.

"The condoms, didn’t you practice safe sex?"

"I didn’t need to practice, I got it right first time." Giles grinned. Oz sort of snorted.

"But condoms…" Cordelia protested. She really liked that word.

"Party balloons.." Giles teased her some more.

"You know what I mean!" Cordelia sounded irritated in the extreme.

"Cordy, at one of Ethan’s parties the only protection one needed was a crash helmet. Now Can I get on? It’ll take all night otherwise."

I was the guest of honour it was my Birthday and my party. Ethan started me off after lectures by taking me to the pub while the house was being decorated. I was supposed to be going out with Emily, my girlfriend but he made me forget.

When we got back to the house I fell in the door and everyone shouted ’Surprise’. I was stripped of my clothes fairly early on but as everyone else was nude it didn’t matter. Ethan handed me a drink and told me to close my eyes.

"Open wide Ripper." I did and he popped some pills into my mouth and told me to swallow. I had some of my drink and then realised that my hands were linked somehow to someone else. I opened my eyes and saw that I was handcuffed to a rather gorgeous looking redhead.

"Happy Birthday Ripper! Whither she goes, you go." I smiled and was lead off into a corner. I had a wonderful time all night. The music was so loud the walls practically vibrated. I had finished my drink and was handed another. I was well on the way to being smashed. Soon I was surrounded by heaving aroused bodies. I revelled in each probing touch, each questing tongue and smooth caress. In amongst the press of naked humanity was my idea of heaven in those days.

Ethan slipped away to answer the door. God knows who he was expecting everyone was here! It was Emily. Apparently she’d got a message to meet me at the house. Ethan invited her in explaining that if she planned to stay she had to be naked like everyone else.

I was blind to all but that which lay before me; a very distended cock that I was intent on relieving. Everyone was having a ball and the atmosphere was heavy with the scent of sex and drugs. My partner filled my throat and I reared up from him practically gargling with his cum. Ethan cheered. It was my favourite party trick.

Emily stood transfixed with horror. I swallowed and some dribbled down my chin to be lapped up by the redhead. She licked her way down to my cock and slipped her mouth over me. I gazed at Emily while the red head bobbed; willing her to join us. Ethan was by her side he was smiling being charming. I knew that he would try and persuade her to stay.

My attention was ripped away by my impending climax. The last image Emily had of me was one of hedonistic bliss surrounded by numerous bodies both male and female all coming over me. No wonder she never came back!

Eventually the party died down at around dawn and I found myself handcuffed to Ethan on the bed.

"Morning Ripper, nice party?" I learned understatement from Ethan.

"Morning, what are you planning to do with me or to me today?" I gestured to the handcuffs. Ethan smiled

"Oh, this n that." He slipped down my body his chest hair tickling all the way down where he proceeded to wake me up properly.

"By the by" He said licking his lips. "Emily stopped by last night.. I tried to get your attention but you were occupied. She said she couldn’t wait to be home and rushed off."

I leapt off the bed forgetting Ethan was still secured to me. He fell on his rump and yelled. I yanked on my jeans and was about to get my shirt on when I noticed the cuffs. I held out my wrist.

"Key! Get the cuffs off, Ethan. Now!" I barked. He got the key from the bedside table and unlocked the cuffs. I tucked my shirt into my jeans and slipped on my shoes I was out of the house in minutes.

Emily’s flat was deserted. All her stuff was gone. It didn’t even smell of her anymore. I’d blown it! Got smashed and now she had left me. I needed someone to blame, someone to hit.

Ethan came up the stairs.
Ethan had organised the party.
Ethan had got me drunk.
Ethan had let her in the house.
How had Ethan heard the doorbell over all that music?
Ethan had sent the message!

I glared at him as he came into the empty room. He froze when he saw my face. He was transformed into the frightened boy I saw on Brighton Beach just six short months ago and now I wanted to beat the crap out of him.

He defended himself well but he had taught me all his weaknesses and I played on them. Ethan was rolled up in a protective ball in one corner and I was in the other drained and shaking. My hands hurt, my knuckles were bruised and I just wanted to die. I had hurt him and at the time I’d almost enjoyed it. Ethan crawled over to me and I was appalled by what I had done. I reached out to his face to try to wipe away the bruises and my tears fell on my own bloodied hands stinging the cuts there.

"Why do we hurt each other so much?" I asked.

"You always hurt the one’s you love." He said simply. I pulled him to me to cradle all his hurts. I wanted so desperately to belong to someone to be held and petted and loved. Everyone deserves that don’t they?

God help me I was infatuated with Ethan Rayne.

"I hope I didn’t shock you Cordelia. You always struck me as being the most ’grounded’ of my brood." She shook her head.

"I’m not shocked, love isn’t shocking. He’s dead isn’t he? You said something about his rest being disturbed, he’s buried in the secret room.." I nodded and she glanced back at the door and shuddered.

The knots had grown to the size of boulders. "Cordelia, could you go and wake Jack for me? Tell him I need him." She was off like a shot.

I writhed and twisted on the couch trying to get comfortable but the pain wasn’t letting me do anything but be in pain. Oz was at my side with a comforting arm about my shoulders and another form came from the shadows.

"Watcher, why didn’t you tell me. There’s still time for you to be turned. You won’t have the pain." Spike was doing his best but becoming a seventy year old vampire was not a prospect I particularly savoured.

"Thank you for the offer but I’d rather die naturally if you don’t mind. Just seems to be taking a very long time…" I couldn’t speak anymore. Where was Jack with that morphine?

The desk light flicked on with my salvation.

"Well you’ve got an audience for this little drama Dad, happy?" He asked as he filled the syringe.

"Ecstatic.." I gasped as the pain melted away. "Thank you."

"Can I go back to bed now?" He growled.

"OK, Mr. Grouchy" I smiled. He’s not a morning person.

Oz curled up in one of the chairs and Spike went round the library light proofing the windows. He told Cordelia to go to bed. Spike’s drawing of the curtains was out of habit. He could easily risk slight exposure to the sun but could travel in ease on overcast wintry days in England. Like yesterday when he was delivering the Slayer.

End of Pt.6

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