Madam Alenka smiled gracefully as she took the floor, “Oh nothing too complicated… I only ask that I have a few minutes to connect with our little human friend here. Anton, I’m sure you will agree to me discovering his ‘leanings’, perhaps even in private… no harm no foul… Hmmm?”
The others around the table cowered in turn as she leveled her deadly gaze at each of them, challenging anyone to comment.
The vampiress was magnificent… a combination of the murderous Catherine de Medici and Caligula’s mother. Lilah Morgan of Wolfram and Hart would have kissed the very ground she walked on. And the backroom powerbrokers of the media and ‘society’ would do well to take lessons from this dowager of evil. It was unrelated to having direct power but using any or all influence and deviation to make or break an out of favor incumbent, or even prospective leader. All the malice and conniving packaged... not in an immaculately coiffed and coutured, nipped and tucked and strapped, starved and lifted, body of a sixty something super bitch, but in a timeless body of an utterly voluptuous red head with a spectacular figure of a 30 something woman. She was utterly at home with her assets and deadly in her intent with some 250 years of vampiric experience in the Russian and European region at her beck and call...
Spike was immediately on his feet growling, but a calm hand on his shoulder from Anton staid his attack. “You may work with him in public, here in the centre of the room.”
Alenka was delighted but gave a feigned pout of innocent submission, “As you wish.” Now it was simply a matter of publicly controlling this weak creature and William the Bloody’s claim would be null and void.
As he shifted to moved to stand between the tables, Xander whispered “Please…The Link!”, and gained such a strong jolt of possessiveness that he felt that things might just turn out.
He stepped forward to face their most dangerous adversary yet.
“My Darling Anton, I would have Master Spike do me the courtesy of ceasing contact via the Consort blood link, and of course request that you too refrain from accessing his thoughts.” She looked pointedly at Spike, then reviewed the room to garner their approval. Many heads nodded in agreement. They all knew that if anything were to happen to Spike, there would be little left to favor his Consort.
Anton seemed impassive, nodding at the Madam Vampire and indicating the floor was hers. “Of course, dear Alenka. But also note that once tested the results will stand for all time.”
“Oh… Of *course* darling… of course!”
Xander stood in the centre, now feeling more vulnerable and threatened than in grade seven during the Math pop quiz when the mercenary Mr McCullen decided to embarrass a young Xander by standing him in front of class for the entire test.
Spike looked on, desperately attempting not to convey his panic. He had to comply or risk them both. There was nothing he could do. It was now up to Xander.
Alenka now stood in front of the human Consort and took his chin in a silken gloved hand. “No need to fear me dear boy.” She began to sway just as Dru used to do when taking her thrall victims. “Come on my pretty, that’s it… just watch me… you are soooo pretty… do you know you’re pretty?... answer Alenka…”
Xander was now also swaying in time with the vampire in front of him. He nodded obediently.
“Would you like to tell us all who you are?”
Xander answered in sleepy fashion, slurring each word slightly, “Alexander Lavelle Harris, Consort of William the Bloody, he the Master of Aurelius d’ja know that? Huh [sniggers]”
“Why do you laugh Consort of the Aurelian Master?”
“Cause Spike! ‘n Me.. [rolls his eyes over dramatically] Phew! Whatever.” He gave up trying to control his tongue and began to babble, but Anton realized it for what it was, he frowned as the ‘boy’ continued, “We’ve been… ya know friends… friendly friends... well he didn’t know at the start but hey… beware the sock puppet with your name on it [sniggers again]”
“So you were in lust with our master Vampire?”
“I was in orgasms Madam … And pffft !!! Still am!! Hah! So take that and shove it up your whatever it is … a f#$% ….” Xander’s head lolled to one side but his eyes never left the lady vampire.
The Mistress stepped forward to take the slack chin in her hand. “Do you want pleasure?”
“Yes”
She circled him again and found a chair… seating him in a virtual trance state. “Power?”
“Yes.” Xander continued to sway even though seated.
“Will you comply to get it?” Alenka continued to circle the seated figure, to the point he felt dizzy trying to follow her progress.
“Ohhh, Yes”
Standing behind the seated figure she reached over to stroke his manhood to erection then sat on his submissive lap.
“Do you acknowledge the blood ties?” She ground their pelvises together.
“Oh Yes!”
“Even mine?”
Spike was on his feet in full game face but Anton restrained him.
“Yes.”
She opened his fly and tugged his pants down a little, releasing the turgid member. Then she lifted her skirts revealing her nudity and readiness to the audience present.
She stroked him publicly several times and encouraged him to bend his neck… just so… before opening her own wrist and stating for her audience, “Ahh my darling shall we drink to your new union?”
But instead of drinking, Xander stood, still exposed to the group, and now apparently instantly flaccid. “No.”
Alenka was immediately in game face and screaming, “No??!! What do you mean *no*?! You are the *food*! You don’t say no! I can give you the world and more… How can you say no!?”
Xander was very, very calm. There was no more ‘babbling youth’, this was the Consort and the man speaking, but also the hyena and the soldier. “You really don’t understand do you. You poor deluded *old* *girl*! I am the Consort of William the Bloody. I am a child of the Hellmouth. I ran with the Slayer and am a known demon magnet. And I am *gay* !!! Not sure which memo you missed but… to thrall you have to exchange blood or be willing? Ding… missed on both counts…”
“But you … you … there is no link!”
“Oh c’mon! Spike? Who needs a link?… Who in their right mind would give up that!?? What you thought I’d do that just for… well you?!!” Xander snorted and turned his back on the dowager, intent upon leaving his current ‘exposed’ position.
Alenka was openly livid and snapped her fingers. Ivan leapt to her command, landing in the middle of the ring set to attack Xander, but Spike was quicker. He broke the chair he’d been sitting on and threw the wooden shard at Xander.
Few saw the move, but those who did were more than impressed. Without looking Xander caught the flying weapon, spun, and all but flew at his attacker, embedding the stake to the hilt in the still moving assailant. He dusted the deadly Ivan in an act that was to have him spoken about in vampire circles with deep reverence… for decades.
Xander still held a second shard of wood as the dust settled in the small centre space of the room.
Alenka did the only thing she could do. She fell to her knees in full submission in front of the human, though still figured she had one more card to play. Spike saw the twitch, so did Anton, but it was Xander, working on adrenalin and instinct that took her as she moved to strike him again. The shower of dust had several of the delegates brushing their clothes furiously. It was a given, the Northern clans would bow to William Aurelius… and his deadly Consort, and any power struggle due to Alenka’s demise would be determined by the will of their new Master.
As Xander zipped himself and rejoined his Master, it seemed that …there were no more questions from the floor.
The meeting was adjourned.