Giles had lain awake for some time listening to Spike snoring softly. At least the snores weren’t amplified by a bathroom’s acoustics. He sat up and arranged his cushions so he could be comfortable. Time to wake Spike.

"Spike?" Giles asked in a singsong voice.

"Whahumph." Spike mumbled.

"Spike!" Giles hissed.

The vampire sat bolt upright his smooth white chest reflecting the moon’s silver sheen. His eyes remained closed. "What?!"

"Have you ever been crucified?" Spike’s eyes flew open.

"What a bloody stupid question! Course not now go back to sleep!" He glanced irritably at the Watcher. Giles was sitting propped up by cushions. Spike ruffled his hair in irritation and reluctantly scooted round to a seated position.

"Go on then, Uncle Giles, tell me a story!"

"Well, if you’re going to be like that about it I won’t bother." Giles commented with a petulant pout.

"Tell me a story!" Spike demanded with gritted fangs. "I’m gagging for a story!" All Vampires’ secretly loved stories there was little else of entertainment value between meals.

"Very Well." Giles murmured pleasantly.

"I’m going to take you to a place in the country where we can play a game Ripper." Ethan said as we lay facing each other in bed, it was a couple of weeks past my Birthday. The unpleasantness was forgotten in the wake of our burgeoning sexual relationship.

"Couldn’t we just stay here?" I asked as I reached out my fingers to play with a stray lock of his hair.

"No, I need more room, this is swinging from the chandelier stuff. You interested?" He shifted his hand down and found me beneath the covers.

"Say yes Ripper, you won’t regret it." I loved the way he said my name it was almost a purr.

"Yes. Is it going to be good this game?" I asked, frightened and intrigued at the same time. It was a delicious feeling.

"Depending on your point of view Ripper love, it will blow your mind." He smirked but I only saw the innocent smile of old. I was blind to what he had become. By that afternoon, the scales would be lifted from my eyes.

Ethan’s uncle had died leaving him quite a sizeable inheritance. He bought himself a car (the first of many status symbols) and it was in this that we travelled to an isolated, abandoned farm.

As we walked into the barn, I stripped whilst Ethan set down some packing cases underneath a beam running the full width of the building.

"Where do you want me?" I asked making Ethan look at me. I liked the way he stared at me almost like I was forbidden fruit. Ethan gulped; I smiled at the bobbing Adam’s apple I hoped I could make it bob like that for another reason today.

"Step up here Ripper. You’re in for a spot of bondage. You game?" He leered.

"What do you think?" I said as I stepped up onto the boxes and stretched out my arms "Do your worst!" I dared.

"Passive submissive isn’t very entertaining y’know!" Spike was getting bored.

"Patience. Why do you think I saved this one for you?" Spike opened his mouth and quickly closed it again, just for him?

Ethan tied thick ropes round the beams securing my forearms and wrists. I flinched as he tightened the bindings.

"Sorry, not too tight? I just don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself Ripper. You’d better have something to drink you’re going to be up here a long time." I swallowed the water he gave me and closed my eyes savouring its coolness. Ethan kicked the boxes out of the way and I dropped a foot. My weight solely supported by my shoulders and outstretched arms it was agonising but an exciting sort of agony. What was Ethan going to do next?

I gazed at him, in the first few seconds of my bondage he remained still surveying his handiwork. When my feet had stopped swinging, I rested my head against one shoulder and looked at him expectantly. He reached into his bag and produced a camera. He took photographs for twenty minutes directing my poses. For what it’s worth, I was getting bored too.

Ethan began the game in earnest. I became a heaving sweating sexual swing that vibrated to the rhythm of his ministrations at each stage the camera was never far from his hands. What was he going to do with the pictures? Every time I slept, he roused me in new and painful ways. I began to associate the pain with pleasure just as Ethan had planned.

The point of the game was to make me subservient, pliant. A willing participant in whatever he had planned for our group. If he had stopped then and cut me down, he would have succeeded. I would have done anything for him but Ethan being Ethan had to go one better.

I felt the scratching slide of a hypodermic needle and I looked wildly down to where Ethan knelt. I kicked out and caught him on his jaw. What had he done?

My head lolled back filled with impossible images. They flew round the beams of the barn all the Demons let loose from Hell battling Angels. Ethan came to and took more photos.

"Tell me what you see Ripper and I’ll tell you if it’s real."

I didn’t answer I just smiled down at him. He had shown me the way. He couldn’t hurt me anymore. I swung in a perfect metronome of pleasure and it annoyed the shit out of him.

"Don’t mock me, Ripper! I could leave you here and no one would ever find you! Do you like acting ’The Messiah,’ Ripper? How about some wounds?"

Suddenly a slicing pain bit through the pleasure and I yelled. The pain continued until I couldn’t yell anymore. The Angels fled only the Demons remained and they took refuge in me.

"Did it hurt hmm? I hope so. Keep you in your place. Do you want to know why I got rid of that little tart of yours? So, I could have you to myself. When the right woman comes along, Ripper, I’ll tell you and we can share."

Ethan came nearer I kept my head bowed low. I saw his knife he was going to cut me again.

"Ripper, you’re mine." He gloated.

I lifted myself on tortured shoulders and scissored my legs round his body. I tightened my grip and lifted my head to glare at him. What he saw in my eyes made his face drain of colour.

"Cut  Me   Down. " I punctuated each word with an increase of pressure until I felt something "pop" to the right and left of Ethan’s chest. He reached up with his knife and severed my bindings. I dropped like a stone incapable of coherent thought or deed.

"Sounds like he took lesson’s from Angelus."

"I think that’s what prepared me for Angelus. So I suppose in a way he did me a favour. The barn incident changed me. It made me accept that Ethan didn’t care for me he was using me to learn about magic. He had a different agenda to mine but he forgot one thing, our blood bond worked both ways and now I was in the ascendant. He created Ripper and I created Ethan."

Spike looked into the Watcher’s eyes and saw the Demons soaring. The revelation had sent him mad then.

"Do you remember what you did?" He asked cautiously.

"I raised Eyghon." I whispered blinking in the early morning light.

End of Pt. 7

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