Drusilla propped herself up on one elbow and smiled down at him. “We’re your new family.”
Logan let that sink in for a second before vocalizing what he realized he had known all along. “I’m a vampire.” He pulled himself into a sitting position and found himself staring straight into Spike's blue eyes. "You turned me into a vampire."
“Of course you’re a vampire,” Drusilla said, as if there were no other possible option. “And you’re going to make such a good one.”
Logan couldn’t help but think that he should be a whole lot more weirded out by all of this than he actually was. It wasn’t like getting turned into something out of a bad horror movie was a regular event for him. Dead girlfriends, homicidal fathers, murder accusations? Sure. But fangs were definitely something new. Pushing those thoughts aside, he concentrated on the situation at hand. Okay, so he was a vampire. “What now?” he asked, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.
If there was an answer, he didn’t hear it.
The first thing he noticed was that he could feel every individual fiber of the rug beneath his feet. It was like all of his senses had opened up and been immeasurably expanded. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and let a thousand scents and tastes wash over him. He could smell the trees outside and the salt in the air, but most of all he could feel the essence of humanity swirling around him. The scent of their warm, pumping blood filled his nostrils, making his mouth water. He could hear countless hearts beating furiously, pounding a steady rhythm that vibrated all the way through him and drowned out the rest of the world.
He didn’t know how long he sat there, hypnotized by the world around him, but when he finally opened his eyes Spike was smirking at him from across the room. “Never knew what you were missing, did you?”
Drusilla slipped her arms around his waist and Logan could distinctly feel every inch of his skin, every nerve and neuron in his body, reacting to her touch. He leaned back into her without thinking, absorbed in the slide of her cool skin against his.
“You’re going to cause such lovely trouble,” she whispered, bringing her mouth to Logan’s ear. “I can see it dancing like stars in your eyes.”
A shiver skittered down Logan’s spine at her words. There was a meaning behind them that he couldn’t quite grasp, even though he could hear it shimmering in every inflection.
Drusilla’s hand flattened against Logan’s stomach and his whole body jumped as she trailed her fingers downwards to wrap them around his cock, which had been hard from the second his feet touched the floor.
She stroked sharply upwards and Logan arched against her, thrusting into her hand. His skin was newly sensitive - if it felt this good when all she did was touch him, he had a feeling sex was going to be a whole new ballgame.
“Right then,” Spike was saying, although his words sounded blurred inside Logan’s head. “Stay away from crosses, sunlight, pointy bits of wood. Unless you fancy being turned into a big pile of dust, that is.”
Logan blinked at Spike, trying half-heartedly to focus on his words before giving up and letting Drusilla’s soft skin and quick movements pull his world out of focus.
“Come on,” Angelus snapped from the doorway, startling Logan as he tried to pull himself together. “You can play with him later, Dru.”
Drusilla slid around Logan and off the bed, capturing Spike’s hand and pulling him along behind her as she crossed the room. “Be a good boy,” she instructed Logan, pointing an authoritative finger at him as she left. “Mommy will have a treat for you later.”*****
It seemed like hours had passed before Logan caught the sound of what he recognized as Drusilla’s light footsteps pattering down the hall. The door swung open and she practically skipped across the room to where he was stood, gazing out one of the windows.
“Come with me,” she said, her voice brimming with eagerness as she reached for his hand. “There’s someone you have to meet.”
Logan let her pull him out of the room and down the hall, glad that he’d managed to find a pair of jeans that fit him in the mess of clothes that had been shoved in the bedroom closet. He hadn’t been out of the one room since he’d woken up for the first time, but Drusilla was dragging him along so fast he barely had time to process a blur of dark paneled walls and almost threadbare rugs before he followed her into another room and the door closed heavily behind them.
The smell of human was overpowering, clouding Logan’s head with the throb of a too fast heartbeat and frantically pumping blood. It took Drusilla digging her nails deep into the palm of his hand to bring him back to himself long enough to focus on the scene in front of him.
Angelus was standing in the middle of the room with a small, very much alive, blonde woman cradled in his arms. He was smiling down at her with hunger burning in his golden eye. Logan couldn’t see the woman’s face, but he could smell her terror. It filled the room and Logan wouldn’t have been surprised if the air had visibly sparked with it. Drusilla was still clutching his hand, but her eyes were fixed on Angelus and the woman. She was murmuring something under her breath about home and family but it didn’t make much sense. Logan was beginning to understand that this was a common theme with her.
Spike was leaning casually against the far wall, disinterest draped across his features so carefully that Logan didn’t have to look twice to know it was fake. He didn’t miss the way Spike’s gaze flickered to the bed when Angelus crossed the room and set the woman gently down on it.
She was whimpering, making unintelligible sounds that reminded Logan of a wounded puppy. Her eyes were open and darting frantically around the room, but she didn’t seem to be taking any of it in. She wasn’t struggling, even though panic was etched across her face. She just clutched her arms around herself and kept making those sad, painful whining noises.
Finally, her gaze locked on Angelus as he crawled onto the bed and on top of her. He licked his lips, his fangs flashing menacingly in the moonlight, and something seemed to click into place in the woman’s head. She scrambled backwards, grasping at the comforter, trying to get away. But Angelus followed her easily, watching in amusement as she flattened herself against the headboard. Her blue eyes were clearer now, but they were dark with fear as she pushed ineffectively at Angelus’ chest.
Angelus laughed, a cruel harsh sound that cut sharply though the room. Logan tightened his grip on Drusilla’s hand and even Spike had stopped faking apathy as the atmosphere grew so thick with intensity Logan was practically choking on it
The woman didn’t even have time to scream as Angelus dropped his head to her throat and bit into her skin in one quick motion
Drusilla gasped from beside Logan as the scent of blood reached them. Pulling away from him, she moved to stand beside the bed and ran her fingers lightly over Angelus’ back. She rested her hand on his neck, stroking softly as he drank deeply from the woman’s neck.
“The demons are sharing tea,” she breathed, staring, transfixed, at where Angelus’ mouth was pressed against pale white skin, a trickle of deep red escaping from the corner of his lips.
Drusilla dropped her hand back to her side when Angelus pulled away from the woman a moment later. She was lying perfectly still and limp, but Logan could still hear her heart beating weakly. Angelus drew his thumb across his mouth, catching the excess blood, and held it out to Drusilla. She licked it eagerly, moaning in pleasure at the taste, before taking hold of Angelus’ wrist and sinking her fangs into it, tearing the skin open.
Angelus wound his other hand into the woman’s hair and tilted her head back, then pressed his bleeding wrist to her mouth, smiling in triumph when she began to swallow his blood, her throat working slowly.
“She’s a vampire now?” Logan asked quietly when the woman had stopped moving again and Angelus had climbed off the bed to watch as Drusilla fussed with the pillows, piling them under the dead woman’s head and spreading her hair across them.
“She will be,” Angelus said shortly, barely glancing at Logan. He jerked his head at Spike and waited for the other man to push himself off the wall and amble across the room. They went into the hall, shutting the door behind them and leaving Logan alone with Drusilla and a corpse.
When Drusilla finally got the bed arranged to her liking, she nodded in satisfaction and turned to Logan. “The stars are almost ready to sleep, come to bed before the big bad wolf shines all over us.”
“Does that make me Little Red Riding Hood?” Logan muttered sarcastically as he followed Drusilla back down the hall to the other bedroom. He had barely stepped over the threshold before he was overtaken by a sudden, overwhelming tiredness. It went all the way down to his bones and it was all the he could do to stumble to the bed and collapse on it before he succumbed to the darkness and let the world fade away around him.*****
When Logan made his way downstairs the next night, hunger burning in the pit of his stomach, the blonde woman Angelus had fed from was standing in the lantern lit living room. She had her arms crossed and appeared to be listening impatiently to whatever Angelus was trying to tell her. Spike was sitting in one of the armchairs with Drusilla draped across this lap. Both of them were watching the exchange in amusement.
Drusilla looked up when Logan stepped into the room and jumped to her feet in excitement, giggling happily as she crossed the room to take his hand. The blonde woman turned to face him. When their eye’s locked Logan felt another connection snap into place in the back of his mind. She was family.
“Hello,” she purred, letting her gaze roam over Logan’s body. “You must be Drusilla’s new boy. I’m Darla.”