Shadows In Silence

by Xocoatldreams


"See, I told you my Spikey would come."

"Dru, princess, what the bloody hell have you gotten yourself into this time?" Spike asked tiredly.

"I found us a Kitten."

Spike looked carefully at him, noting the overly long hair and pale skin that spoke of a long stay within the asylum's walls. Around the boy floated the scent of fear mixed with blood and semen. He wasn't surprised that Dru had 'adopted' him, but the reality of bringing a human along with them was lost on the dark haired woman.

"Dru-luv, we can't take him with us," Spike said patiently.

"We have to, or the nasty man will finish the job and the Kitten will fade and the gourd will become hollow," she countered solemnly. Spike stared at her for a moment before looking back at the young man standing in the centre of the room, arms wrapped around his waist. "He'll be our Kitten, our little love and if we protect him great things will come."

"Bloody hell, Dru, you're making less sense than normal," he grumbled. He turned back to the boy. "Guess you're coming with us."

The young man shook his head and stepped back, his arms tightening around his waist. He glanced between Spike and Dru and shook his head again.

"You have to," Dru said, standing in front of him. "He'll come back, and keep coming until there's nothing left." Still the boy shook his head. "He wants to hurt you, Kitten. His mind is like flies and maggots, all rotten and over-ripe. He won't stop until you're dead."

"Dru, what are you nattering on about?" Spike snapped impatiently.

"The nasty man does to him like Daddy did to me before he became Daddy."

"This bloke she's talking about, he been raping you and you still want to stay?" he asked the young man who looked away. "Right, you really are coming with us then. Not giving you a choice in the matter."

"We'll protect you, Kitten" Dru said as she grabbed one of the boy's hands and pulled him forward. "We'll keep you safe. Come with us." The boy looked into her eyes for a moment and then nodded.

"Got anything here you want?" Spike asked, glancing around the almost bare room. The boy shook his head again. "Fine, we're off. Be quiet, no need to tell them we're gone. Dru, Miss Edith's in the car waiting for you."

The blond headed down the hallway, using all his senses to track security and the two behind him. The trip out was made with relative ease, but Spike didn't relax until they were safely in the car and driving away. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched as Dru introduced her doll to the young man, all the while calling him 'Kitten'.

"Hey, Whelp, you got a name?" he asked. The boy looked at him, eyes wide and wild before he turned his gaze to the woman sitting beside him.

"Sh, sh, all's quiet," Dru whispered. "The shadows came, sneak sneak, and stole his voice away."

"Bloody hell!" Spike shouted. "You don't speak?"

"Not a word, a sound, a peep," answered Dru. "Just thoughts that circle, round and round like a Ferris wheel."

He reached under the seat and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, popping the top off he lifted it to his lips and took a long drag. This was turning into a bloody soap opera. "Well, what are we suppose to call you then?"

"His bracelet says his name is Alexander L. Harris," Dru informed him, sounding oddly sane for the moment.

"So Alex?" Spike tried after another swig of whiskey. The boy shook his head. "Lex? Al?" Again no. "Xander?" That got a nod. "Good, we got a name. Next, we need to get you out of those fucking clothes."

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