“If that is the case, then William is ‘involved’ with both my father and I,” Herbert replied, lacing his fingers together in front of him. Apparently, she looked confused enough to draw a smile to his lips. “Dawn, darling, you must remember that we do not see things as mortals or humans see them. Our rules are less finite, less rigid.”
Her brows drawn together, her head throbbing, she stared at him. “So Spike’s what? Your sex-moppet?”
Returning her stare for a moment, Herbert started to laugh. “Oh, he will be mortified if I tell him I wish to call him that,” he said, shaking his head. “No, no… I doubt he is anyone’s moppet any longer. When I say he is ours, I mean that he belongs to us. If anything happens to him, it will affect us, it will rouse us and if he is hurt, it will bring down our vengeance upon the heads of his aggressors.”
“Kinda… like you’re a family thing?”
“I suppose it is as good an analogy as any,” Herbert agreed amiably. “Originally, his family by blood were the ones he belonged to, both by choice and lineage, but with the deaths of Angelus and Darla, without anyone left to turn to, he came to us and we claimed him, father and I.”
“And you both get to screw him?” She was gaping again, she knew it.
“You think that is all you saw?” Herbert looked both offended and surprised. “My darling child, you saw what few, if any mortals have ever seen. My father was marking that which he claimed as his, in every way. He rarely feels the need to do so, only when he has something new he wishes to add to those around him.” He leaned forward and murmured softly. “And you caused it.”
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Date: 2006-03-22 07:56 am (UTC)Her brows drawn together, her head throbbing, she stared at him. “So Spike’s what? Your sex-moppet?”
Returning her stare for a moment, Herbert started to laugh. “Oh, he will be mortified if I tell him I wish to call him that,” he said, shaking his head. “No, no… I doubt he is anyone’s moppet any longer. When I say he is ours, I mean that he belongs to us. If anything happens to him, it will affect us, it will rouse us and if he is hurt, it will bring down our vengeance upon the heads of his aggressors.”
“Kinda… like you’re a family thing?”
“I suppose it is as good an analogy as any,” Herbert agreed amiably. “Originally, his family by blood were the ones he belonged to, both by choice and lineage, but with the deaths of Angelus and Darla, without anyone left to turn to, he came to us and we claimed him, father and I.”
“And you both get to screw him?” She was gaping again, she knew it.
“You think that is all you saw?” Herbert looked both offended and surprised. “My darling child, you saw what few, if any mortals have ever seen. My father was marking that which he claimed as his, in every way. He rarely feels the need to do so, only when he has something new he wishes to add to those around him.” He leaned forward and murmured softly. “And you caused it.”