Spike + Vampire: Highschool of Monsters (Freshman)

Spike had a horrible feeling of uneasiness as he walked with Jack Volgaroth through the tables to get to Jack's own. The fans who once swarmed Spike now gave him a wide berth when they saw him with Jack. They all looked at him with fear and anxiety.

Why are they so afraid of Jack? Spike thought. Just who is this guy really?

The pair eventually got to the table Jack was talking about. Similarly to Spike, there were several girls around Jack and his table. But these girls were all standing in a row like a line of soldiers in boot camp. The girls all wore very creepy white masks with the exception of a few that wore plague doctor's masks. They pulled out chairs for Spike and Jack as they sat across from each other. After that, Jack motioned for them to leave.

Spike sat in his chair unable to look at Jack. Jack, meanwhile, simply sat there staring intently at Spike. He didn't eat his food, didn't move, or even blink. It was like a dead smiling fish was staring at Spike.

I can't get a read on this guy, at all! Spike thought.

After what felt like an eternity of awkward silence, Jack finally spoke up with an unsettlingly flat voice.

"You're as unsettled by me as everyone else around here, aren't you?" Jack asked.

"I-I'm sorry, it's just that--!" Spike replied before Jack cut him off.

"It's fine, it's fine. I'm used to others reacting to me in a certain way," Jack said. "It's my grin, isn't it?"

"Well, y-yeah," Spike said in reply.

Jack gave a sharp chuckle at hearing that. That chuckle had a disturbing cadence to it.

"It's fine. I can't really help it," Jack said. "My curse prevents me from frowning."

"Your 'curse'?" Spike asked, paying full attention now.

"Yep, my curse," Jack said. "Have you ever heard of Circe?"

"I have. She's the witch that kept Odysseus and his crew trapped on her island for an entire year," Spike said.

"Well, she was very real. And I am her descendant," Jack said. "After her lover Odysseus left, another man came to her island to be with her. But to make sure he didn't want to leave, Circe used her magic to curse him to always smile. The mental affect of her magic wore off, but the smile stayed."

"So you were born with a curse that makes you unable to stop smiling?" Spike asked.

"Yep. Every male with that bitch's blood coursing through their veins is born with a grin like mine!" Jack said, his eyes flashing with passion.

Jack seemed to instantly collect himself. Now that Spike got a better look at him, he could see that Jack had burn scars underneath his shirt. Jack stared at Spike as he spoke next.

"But enough about my cursed grin. Let's get to brass tacks," Jack said. "I wanted to talk to you in regards to your current exploits."

"You mean the Hunters attacking the school?" Spike asked.

"Indeed. I'm sure you've heard about the Progenitor Parliament sending Inquisitors to this school to conduct an investigation?" Jack asked.

"Yeah. I heard something about that. What are these Inquisitors like?"

"Well, they are quite famous among our kind. They're coming here to interrogate the two Hunters you captured and take them for their trial, as well as investigate how the dead came back to life."

"Really?"

"Yep, though I believe the two Hunters won't survive the interrogation."

"What makes you say that?"

"The Nyx Inquisitors are known for using 'extreme interrogation tactics' on captured Hunters to get information."

That widened Spike's eyes. "You mean they'll torture them?"

"Yes. And Hunters have been known to die during these sessions," Jack replied.

"That's horrible!" Spike said.

"It's perfectly normal for us," Jack replied calmly.

"But they didn't kill those students and teachers! The Battle Golems did!" Spike said.

"Let me ask you, what do people blame: the weapon used for murder, or the one holding the weapon?" Jack asked with a raised eyebrow. "Since Battle Golems are considered weapons, the Hunters who activated them will be held responsible."

"Still, what about the fact that the dead have been resurrected? Maybe that will at least give them a lighter sentence!" Spike said.

"I doubt that, Spike. Those two you captured were experienced Hunters, with countless deaths under their belt. Even if they're cleared of the crimes committed here, they'll likely face execution for their other murders," Jack said.

"Maybe they did kill others, but it's not like they think of monsters as being on the same level as humans. And what about the addiction to human flesh lots of monsters have? Do we kill drug addicts for being addicted?" Spike retorted.

"Why are you so dead-set on defending these homicidal criminals?" Jack asked. "Why are you so hell-bent on having them live?"

"Did you see how young they are? They don't look that much older than me. Surely there are laws against giving the death penalty to those under the age of eighteen?" Spike said.

"There are indeed laws like that. But when it comes to Hunters, leniency gets you killed," Jack said. "Though I have an idea for how you can help the two Hunters."

"What is it?" Spike asked.

Jack leaned forward and whispered into Spike's ear.

"You will definitely be asked to testify against them during their trial, as you were the one who defeated them," Jack said. "Due to your popularity and power, you could potentially sway the judge to arrange for a non-lethal punishment for them."

"That's... a pretty good idea. But why are you helping me?" Spike asked.

"I just want to know if you're as good a soul as you seem. And how far you're willing to go for even the most loathsome of criminals," Jack said with sincerity that felt... off.

I'm not sure I believe this guy, but I don't really have a choice, Spike thought.

The bell rang and brought an end to their conversation. Spike stood up to walk away. Jack waved him goodbye with that dead fish stare of his.

"I hope you have a swell day, Spike," Jack said ominously. "I'm certain we'll speak again... real soon."

An unwelcome shiver shot down Spike's spine. He walked towards his next class as fast as he could. He didn't even acknowledge his friends or his fans as he walked.

That guy may be trying to help me, but I can't shake the feeling that there's something he's hiding. I'll have to keep an eye on him, Spike thought.

At the End of the School Night

Spike was tired. He was just barely able to concentrate on his studies with all the things buzzing in his head. Between the idea of the Hunters facing execution, the impending arrival of the Inquisitors, him testifying against the Hunters, and his suspicions about Jack Volgaroth, it was a miracle he remembered his studies at all.

I'll leave tomorrow's problems to tomorrow's me. For right now, I'm exhausted, Spike said.

As Spike opened the door to his dorm room, he was greeted by the sight of Sunset Shimmer wearing a maid uniform with a shorter skirt one would normally see in a maid costume. Her neckline was quite low, showing off Sunset's tempting cleavage. Her breasts bounced as she ran to greet Spike.

"Welcome home, Master," Sunset said with a sweet tone in her voice. "You must've had a terribly long day."

Spike did his best to look anywhere but at Sunset. He started to sweat from how close Sunset was. That, and her demonic body heat which he could feel from several feet away.

"I'm happy to see you, Sunset, but why are you in my room?" Spike asked.

"I'm your servant, remember?" Sunset replied. "It's natural for servants to be close to their master to serve them better."

"Even so, I don't think boys and girls should be in the same room together!" Spike said nervously.

"I got special permission to be here from Vice-Headmistress Luna. I even got this outfit from her," Sunset said. "She said proper servants wear these clothes to please their masters better."

Why does the Vice-Headmistress have a skimpy maid costume? And what advice did she give Sunset?! Spike thought.

"You know, I'm pretty tired, so I'm going to bed," Spike said. "You can sleep wherever."

"Very well, Master," Sunset said.

I don't know how I feel about her calling me "Master", but I don't think she'd stop even if I tell her to, Spike thought.

Once Spike turned off the light and crawled into bed, another weight entered the bed with him on his right hand side. Of course it was Sunset. She snuggled up next to Spike and draped herself over Spike's form. Her sweater puppies pressed themselves tightly against Spike.

Spike felt like he was never going to get any sleep. He turned towards Sunset, who gave him glowing half-lidded eyes and a sly smile.

"Uh, Sunset... why are you in bed with me?" Spike asked.

"You said I could sleep wherever I wanted," Sunset said. "Are you saying you don't enjoy my company?"

"I enjoy your company, but when I said you could sleep wherever, I was implying the couch," Spike said.

"But servants are supposed to stay by their masters at all times," Sunset said. "And keeping you warm at night is the least I could do."

"You don't have to. I wouldn't feel comfortable doing things you wouldn't want to," Spike said.

"That's so sweet of you, Spike. And it's because you're so nice that I want to do this for you," Sunset said.

Sunset changed her position and straddled Spike, her soft thighs clamping around Spike's midsection and her hands started to stroke and rub Spike's chest.

"Besides, you can't deny that you're enjoying this," Sunset said in a breathy voice. "Demons can instantly tell what desires lurk within the hearts of others."

Spike was at a loss for words. She was acting flirty before, but this time she was acting completely bewitching. She leaned down and whispered to Spike, her hot breath tickling Spike's neck.

"I know what desires lurk within your heart, too," Sunset whispered. "Let this demonic servant serve you all. Night. Long."

Oh god! Oh sweet god! Is this actually happening?! Spike thought.

Sunset started licking Spike's chin when they both heard the sound of the bedroom window opening. They both look to the window to see Twilight entering the room in her pajamas.

"Hey, Spike. I thought you may have been troubled from talking to Jack so I thought I'd come to comfort you," Twilight said before she saw Sunset.

"Uh, Twilight! Hello! This isn't--! We weren't--!" Spike said before Sunset shoved her bosom into his face.

"Hello, Twilight!" Sunset said with mock sincerity. "Would you mind leaving us? I was in the middle of helping my master sleep and you've rudely interrupted us."

"Oh really?!" Twilight said annoyedly. "'Cause it looks like you're trying to kill him!"

Sunset looked down and saw that Spike had stopped moving. She raised herself off Spike's face, who was gasping like a drowning man. Twilight shot herself forward and shoved Sunset off the bed.

"Spike! Are you okay?!" Twilight shouted.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking," Spike said regaining his breath.

Sunset jumped back and took up Spike's right hand side. "Now that we all know that Master is okay, you can leave us now."

"Oh no!" Twilight said. "I'm staying here to make sure you don't kill him with your boobs again."

"I'm sorry, but you are under no obligation to him. Unlike me, who became his servant fair and square," Sunset said.

"I don't care. I'll have you know that I drank Spike's blood!" Twilight said. "That's the most intimate thing vampires can do!"

"Doesn't matter. I can still please Master in ways you can't," Sunset said.

"Girls!" Spike shouted. "Look, it's getting late and I'm tired. Stay here or leave, I don't care! I just want to get to sleep!"

Twilight and Sunset looked at each other and then down at the bed.

"Okay, we'll stop fighting," Sunset said.

"We'll behave," Twilight said.

Spike finally let himself relax on the bed. He could feel Twilight and Sunset cuddle up to him on both sides, their busts almost encompassing him. Spike was so tired that he couldn't pay attention to that. For now, he just had to get to sleep.