Where Dreams are Made

“All it takes is one…good…day,” Spike drawled, “And today seems to be my day.”

Buffy fought to maintain an expressionless face. She knew Spike could smell her fear, and she was too weak to hide it. “So this is what the final battle is like…huh, thought it would be longer…”

“I have to hand it to ya, pet, never really thought I’d find such a challenge. You had a nice run, but every Slayer has a death wish…even you,” Spike said.

“Do you have to talk about it, Spike? I know you like the sound of your own voice, but really, this is just sad,” Buffy said sarcastically.

“There’s that fire I love so much about you. I will take great pleasure in taking that fire from you,” Spike said as he lowered his face to her neck.

Buffy swallowed her scream as Spike’s fangs pierced her delicate flesh. There was nothing gentle about the bite, or the pull of her blood. As she felt her life drain from her, thoughts and images of those she loved flickered through her mind’s eye. Her mom, Dawn, Giles, Willow, Xander, Oz, Cordelia…everyone would be so sad. “I hope they take care of each other.” Just as death approached, coppery liquid trickled down her throat. She knew what was happening to her as her eyes closed for the last time. When she awoke, she would be the thing of her darkest nightmares.

Darkness.

It was everywhere. As her eyes adjusted to the dim, shadows became more pronounced. Memories came back to her in a tidal wave. She was a vampire. Spike was her Sire. She wanted blood, she needed blood.

“You’re awake. For a moment, thought you’d sleep eternity away,” Spike said with a smirk.

“Hungry,” the newly vamped Buffy pouted.

“I’ll bet you are, pet. What is it you fancy?” Spike asked, “How ‘bout we go and visit those Scoobies you like so much.”

Buffy nodded her head vigorously. It was a treat for her Sire to take her out on her first night. Something deep inside told her to rebel against this imposed figure of authority, but her demon demanded that she gain his respect and anything else she could. She followed after her Sire, eagerly anticipating her first kill.

“Firs’ things firs’. Gotta get you a new wardrobe, kitten,” Spike said as he looked over the petite figure.

“Clothes and food?” Buffy asked excitedly.

“Yeah, pet,” Spike said as he shook his head.

After Spike ate the shopkeeper, Buffy helped herself to Spike approved garments. Clad from head to toe in skin-tight leather, Buffy followed Spike to Giles apartment where the Scoobies were sure to be waiting for her to return from patrol. If she still had a heartbeat, it would have been pounding in anticipation.

Buffy knocked on the door and waited patiently for Giles to answer the door.

“Buffy, good, you’re back, come in,” Giles said in a rushed tone.

He turned back into the house before he saw the cruel smile that graced the lips of the vampiress.

“I must say, Buff, liking the new look,” Xander said as Buffy came into the living room.

“Figured it was time for a change. The old look was so…old,” Buffy said as she sat on the couch next to Willow.

“We were discussing Spike,” Giles said.

“Spike? Peroxide blond vampire pain in my ass, Spike?” Buffy asked.

“Er, um, yes. He is back in Sunnydale,” Giles said.

“Do we know why?” Buffy asked.

“No, I was thinking you might go to Willy’s and find out what is known in the demon world,” Giles suggested.

Buffy couldn’t draw her eyes away from Giles’ jugular. The blood was pumping below the thin surface of the skin and her demon was screaming with hunger. Plus, she needed to kill Giles so that Spike could come inside the apartment. Ignoring the looks her friends sent her, she walked over to Giles and threw him up against the door.

“B-buffy?” Giles gasped.

“Buffy’s had an upgrade,” she said as she slipped into game face. Relishing in the horror in the man’s eyes, Buffy sunk her fangs deep into his jugular pulling deeply on the blood. Once the heart beat had stopped, she opened the door for her Sire.

“Spike!” Willow gasped in horror.

Xander looked around the room. Giles was dead, if he wasn’t Spike wouldn’t have been able to walk inside. Buffy killed Giles. “Buffy killed Giles!”

“And now I’m going to kill you,” Buffy said.

“Buffy, we’re your friends,” Willow said in a small voice.

“I know Wil. I’m not going to kill you,” Buffy said.

“You’re not?” Spike asked.

“If you’ll let me,” Buffy turned to look at her Sire, “I want a friend, my Willow shaped friend.”

“But you’ll kill the Whelp?” Spike asked.

“I’d like to keep him too, but I know you can’t really be in the same room as him, so I figured it would be better to just ask for Willow,” Buffy said, “Please, Sire?”

“Yes, Childe, you may have Willow,” Spike said.

Turning her amber eyes on Xander she watched him pale visibly. It was such a beautiful sight. She could feel the fear roll off him in waves. “Come on, Xan. I promise I’ll make it good for you.”

“I hope you choke on my blood. You’re not Buffy. You’re just a…a thing,” Xander said with what was left of his resolve.

“Yeah, but I’m still pretty,” Buffy said as she cornered the quivering boy.

“Bloody beautiful, you are pet,” Spike said casually.

Buffy smiled at her Sire before sinking her canines into the throat of one of her best friends. The copper liquid felt like silk as it traveled down her throat. Nothing had tasted better. She assumed it was the fear and the hurt that made the blood taste so potent. It was thrilling, knowing that Willow had to watch. Knowing that her best friend had to suffer so greatly before her time…it was poetic really. A piercing scream pulled Buffy’s attention from her meal.

“Spike!” she exclaimed, “You said I could have her!”

“You can pet, you just can’t turn her. It is dangerous for someone as young as you to turn someone. I don’t want you to bollox the whole thing up,” Spike said in a soothing voice.

Buffy nodded her understanding and returned her attention to Xander’s neck. Soon though, all heartbeats ceased. She smiled knowing that in a little while she’d have her best friend back…for eternity.

“Come on, luv,” Spike said, “Let’s get Red to a more comfortable place.”

Buffy awoke with a start. Cold sweat covered her face, her heart was racing. Heartbeat. She had a heartbeat! “Only a dream.” To make sure, Buffy tentatively placed her hand on her neck and felt around for fresh bit marks. Nothing. She breathed a sigh of relief and rolled out of bed.

“Time to face reality, which really, not sounding so bad,” Buffy mumbled to herself.

“Willow, what are these?” Xander asked.

“They’re early admission packets,” Willow answered with a smile.

Xander began to shuffle through the packets, “Harvard…Yale…Wesleyan…some German Polytechnical Institute whose name I, uh…I can’t pronounce.” Xander dropped the packets onto the table, “Is anyone else intimidated? ‘Cause, I’m just expecting thin slips of paper with the words ‘No Way’ written in crayon.”

“They’re typing those now,” Oz said.

Xander nodded, “Hmm.”

“I’m so overwhelmed! I-I got in! To actual colleges! And, a-and they’re wooing me! They’re pitching woo!” Willow said excitedly.

“The wooing stage is always fun,” Buffy said distractedly.

“What’s wrong, Buffy?” Willow asked with concern.

“Nothing,” Buffy began, “I had a way wiggy Slayer dream last night. It has me…distracted. No bit though.”

“B!” Faith yelled as she dashed over to the group.

“What’s up?”

“We need to uh, talk. Like now,” Faith said.

“Uh, sure,” Buffy said, “I’ll, uh, see you guys later.”

Buffy followed Faith in to the girls’ restroom.

“You have a reflection,” Faith said in shock.

“Yeah…”

“I, uh, had a dream last night…”

“I was a vamp, right? Ate all my friends?” Buffy asked.

“Same dream, huh?”

“Where’s our little blond friend?” Buffy asked.

“Seein’ as it’s all bright and sunshiney, I’m guessing he’s in for the count,” Faith said, “Why?”

“Might just have to pay him a little visit,” Buffy said, “But I want to talk to Giles first.”
“Of course, training procedures have been updated quite a bit since your day. Much greater emphasis on field work,” a mousey man told Giles.

“Really?” Giles asked a bored expression on his face.

“Oh yes,” the man said, “Not all books and theory now a days. I have in fact, faced two vampires myself. Under controlled circumstances, of course.”

“Well, no danger of finding those here,” Giles said flippantly.

“Vampires?” the confused man asked.

“Controlled circumstances,” Giles muttered, “Hello, Buffy.”

The man walked around to the front of the table, “Well…hello.”

After looking him up and down with distaste, Buffy turned to Giles, “New Watcher?”

Giles nodded his head, “New Watcher.”

Without removing her eyes from the new man, Buffy walked over to Giles, “Is he evil?”

“Evil?” the man inquired.

“Hellmouth. Evil is kind of like a tourist attraction,” Buffy replied.

“Well,” the man began, “I’m not evil. Mr. Giles has checked my credentials rather thoroughly and phoned the council, but I’m glad to see that you’re on the ball as well.” The man leaned in close to Buffy, “A good Slayer is a cautious Slayer.”

“Is he evil?” Buffy asked Giles.

“Not in the strictest sense,” Giles said.

“What do they call you?” Buffy asked.

“Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, the third,” the man answered.

“Can I get you to write that down?” Buffy asked.

“I don’t feel we’re getting off on quite the right foot,” Wesley said as Faith walked in.

After appraising the man, Faith asked, “New Watcher?”

“New Watcher,” Buffy and Giles answer.

“Screw this,” Faith said with a snicker.

Buffy watched in awe as the girl turned on her heel and left the library, “Now why didn’t I just say that?”

“Uh, Buffy would you…” Giles said gently.

“I’ll see if I can get her back,” Buffy said as she walked to the door, “Don’t say anything terribly interesting while I’m gone.”

Buffy caught up with Faith a few minutes later in the Quad.

“Faith, wait. Look, I know this new guy’s a dork, but…well; I actually have nothing to follow that. He’s pretty much just a dork,” Buffy said.

“You’re actually going to take orders from him?” Faith asked incredulously.

“That’s the job, what else can we do?” Buffy asked.

“Whatever we want. We’re the Slayers, girlfriend, the Chosen Two. Why should we let him take all the fun out of it?” Faith asked.

“Oh that would be tragic, taking the fun out of Slaying, stabbing, beheading…” Buffy replied sarcastically.

“Oh, like you don’t dig it,” Faith retorted.

Buffy ducked her head. She couldn’t admit that she really did enjoy Slaying, that just like Faith it was a good release.

“You’re a liar. I’ve seen you. Tell me staking a vamp doesn’t get you a little bit juiced. Come on, say it,” Faith taunted.

Faith stopped and waited for Buffy’s response. She knew this girl was into it. It was obvious.

“You can’t fool me. The look in your eyes right after a kill? You just get hungry for more,” Faith said.

“Ok, maybe a bit,” Buffy admitted.

“Why don’t we go pay Blondie a little visit,” Faith suggested.

Before Buffy could argue that it was a school day, when school was actually in session, Faith was already at the front gate. Not wanting her to have all the fun with Spike, Buffy followed.

He knew it was the Slayers before Buffy kicked the door to his crypt open. Actually, he was surprised that the pair had waited this long to come and find him. He was in for a world of pain, he knew it, but there wasn’t anything he could do to stop them.

“What can I do for you two ladies?” Spike asked casually.

Buffy’s breath caught as she took in the sight of a shirtless Spike. Unconsciously, she licked her lips.

“Like what you see, pet?” Spike asked.

“Put clothes on,” Buffy demanded.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Spike muttered.

“What’s your game, Blondie?” Faith asked.

“I don’t play games. That’s Angelus trick,” Spike said.

Buffy punched Spike in the nose.

“Ow!” Spike exclaimed, “What the bloody hell was that for?”

“You planning on turning me, Spike?” Buffy accused.

“You had the dream too, then,” Spike said.

Buffy opened her mouth to say something, but closed it once she realize there was nothing for her to say.

“Look, Slayer, as much fun as drainin’ you dry would be, I won’t do it, least not now,” Spike paused and locked eyes with Buffy, “Never, would I turn you. Turnin’ Slayer’s is tricky business and it never ends well.”

Buffy began to pace around the room. Things had gone from slightly wiggy to downright scary. One of her greatest fears was to become one of the things she’d been chosen to destroy. There had to be a reason for the dream, especially if Faith and Spike had the same one. This new Watcher wasn’t going to be much help. He still had too many Council shaped sticks up his ass. She needed Giles for this, he would know what to do.

“Faith, why don’t you go back to the school. Get Giles alone and tell him what’s happened. We need to find a place to meet with out the new Watcher,” Buffy said.

“Sure thing, B,” Faith said as she turned to leave the crypt, “Leave some for me.”

Buffy smiled at the girl before turning her eyes to Spike.

“Look, Slayer,” Spike began as he backed away.

“Save it, Spike. I’m not going to stake you…yet,” Buffy said.

“Then why’d you send the other one away? Wanted me all to yourself, pet?” Spike asked.

“Ew and you wish,” Buffy said. “Liar.”

“What are you still doin’ here then, luv?” Spike asked.

That was a very good question. What was she still doing in Spike’s crypt? She needed to find an answer to give the bleached wonder, she couldn’t tell him the truth. Couldn’t tell him that she actually wanted to be around him, wanted to see his deep blue eyes, the sharp contours of his face. Denial was her world, and she planned on staying there for a long, long time.

“I, uh, was thinking that maybe, uh, we could try the touchy thing again,” Buffy said.

Spike raised an eyebrow.

“To see if we could get another joint vision thing. See if maybe we can find anything out to tell Giles,” Buffy said hurriedly.

“Just can’t keep your hands off me, can ya, Slayer?” Spike teased. He sucked in his cheeks and ran his tongue along his upper teeth.

“Why must he do that? That really isn’t fair. It’s bad enough that he can smell me and hear the change in my heart rate, must he do that too?” Buffy averted her eyes and took a step back.

“You’re a pig, Spike,” Buffy replied.

“Yeah,” Spike said huskily, “And you can’t get enough of it.”

Before she could react, Spike had closed the distance between them sandwiching her between his body and the wall. She couldn’t tell which was harder the wall or him. Part of her wanted to kick him back and make him pay for what he was causing her body to feel. The other part of her wanted to just go with her body’s reaction. She swore she had a neon sign above her head that read, “Falls hard for sexy vampires”.

“I know what that ring told ya, luv,” Spike purred into her ear, “A little spell Red did. Made us all engaged.”

Buffy couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her lips. She willed her heart to slow down, but her body wouldn’t listen to her mind.

“Whispered some naughty things in my ear, Slayer,” Spike continued, “Wanna try some out?”

Spike dipped his head down and placed a light kiss against Buffy’s neck. He chuckled against her skin as he felt the involuntary shudder that coursed through her body. He loved knowing that he could cause her to react like this to him with just the slightest touch. He imagined for a moment what it would be like when he was able to show her exactly what all he was good at. Spike continued to place feather light kisses along her neck and slowly began to trail up the column of her neck to just below her ear.

Buffy whimpered in protest when she felt his lips leave her neck. Her Slayer senses were going nuts. She instinctively knew that having a vampire that close to her neck was just asking for a quick death, but she swore to herself to welcome death with a smile as long as she continued to have the feel of his lips on her body. A sigh of contentment passed her lips as she felt his mouth return to her neck. His ministrations were driving her nuts. He would kiss, suck and nip lightly at her skin causing her entire body to heat despite the coolness of his lips.

“Oh my god,” Buffy exclaimed as the reality of what she was doing peaked its way through her lust filled thoughts.

Spike knew the moment was over and cursed silently. It was official now. There was no going back. He was Slayer whipped. His Dark Princess had been right, this was his new path. This Goddess of Light was all he would ever want or need.