Trust Me

“That’s your test?” Buffy questioned.
“Yes, Miss Summers. I do believe this will prove most difficult for both you and Faith,” Travers said.
Buffy glanced over at Giles. He was always there to support her. Sadly, right now, he looked as lost as she felt. This was truly the first time she hated her calling. Sure dying was not exactly a high point, but this…this was worse.
“Fine. If that is all you needed, I suggest you leave,” Buffy said.
“That is fair. I will give you both a week to prepare for the test,” Travers said. He motioned to the remaining Council members and they all exited the library.
“Giles?” Buffy asked softly.
“I don’t know, Buffy. I’ve never heard of the Council doing this. In the time I’ve known you, there have been a lot of firsts,” Giles said dejectedly. He wanted to help this girl. It was no secret that he thought of her as a daughter.
“I know killing humans is not in the job description, but I’m willin’ to give it a shot. Start with Travers and just knock ‘em down,” Faith suggested hopefully.
“As much as that would make me way too happy, we can’t. Killing humans, even evil Council shaped humans, isn’t something we do,” Buffy said.
“I can,” Spike said.
“I know, but no. There has to be another way,” Buffy said.
“They aren’t going to play fair, luv. There’s no way they expect the two of you to live through this,” Spike said.
“I know,” Buffy said. “I just can’t kill them.”
Spike crossed the room and stood next to Buffy. He could feel the anxiety pouring off the girl. There had to be something he could do to help his girls. An idea popped into his head, but he quickly dismissed it. There was no way either girl would allow that to happen. He had to try it though. He couldn’t let anything happen to them.
“Buffy,” Spike said softly, “Faith, can I talk with you. Alone?”
Faith raised a skeptical eyebrow before walking out of the library. Buffy and Spike followed.
“Should we be worried?” Xander asked once the three had left the room.
“I’m not sure. I don’t believe that Spike wishes to harm either girl. He’s been rather…possessive of them recently. For now, we can assume they are safe,” Giles said.
“I don’t like the Council,” Willow stated, “We could hex them! Give them boils, o-or turn them into frogs!”
“Toads would be better,” Oz stated flatly.
Willow smiled.
“I never thought I’d be the one to say this, but I actually miss an apocalypse being the big and scary here in Sunnydale,” Xander said.
“We need to help Buffy,” Cordy said.
All eyes turned to her.
“What?” Cordy asked, “I may not hold a membership to her fan club, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to help her. Besides, if she’s not here to stop destruction…”
The group nodded in understanding.
“We have an idea,” Buffy said as the three reentered the library.
Expectant eyes turned to Buffy.
“You aren’t going to like our idea, so be warned now. It makes sense to us, and it will work,” Buffy began, “It is a way to keep us safe and be assured of backup…no matter what the Council tries to do to us.”
“What is it, Buffy?” Giles asked.
“A claim.”
“Oh dear Lord,” Giles sighed.
“Doesn’t sound that bad,” Faith said. She had never really had much of a family, and Spike and Buffy were as close as she would ever get to one.
“Are you all insane?” Giles asked.
“Watch it,” Spike ground out.
“Um, guys,” Willow said in a small voice, “How is a claim even possible? You aren’t vampires, and there are two of you. Claims can only involve two people.”
Xander jumped up and dashed over to Spike. He pressed a stake to the unsuspecting vampire’s chest. “I won’t let you turn Buffy.”
“Xander!” Buffy screeched as she pulled the stake out of his hand.
“Buffy, he’s an evil bloodsucking fiend. I won’t let him do this. We will find another way,” Xander said.
“He’s not going to turn her,” Faith said with a smile. This group really was fun, dumb, but fun.
“Spike will claim me. Then, I will perform as sister claim with Faith,” Buffy paused and looked at Willow, “I can do one for you as well, if you want. I don’t know what the Council will do, but I wouldn’t trust them not to come after my friends.”
Willow looked at Buffy with wide eyes, “What’s a sister claim?”
“Protection,” Oz stated.
All eyes turned to him.
“Oz is right. It extends the protection from Spike’s claim to my ‘sisters’. I almost forgot about Oz’s demon,” Buffy said. She locked eyes with the warewolf for a few minutes.
Oz growled.
To the amazement of everyone in the room, so did Buffy.
“What just happened here?” Xander asked.
“They came to an understanding,” Spike said.
“Who?” Cordy asked.
“Their demons,” Spike answered.
“There must be a mistake. Buffy’s demon free. Slayer…non demon,” Xander said.
Buffy looked at Giles, waiting for him to explain.
“That is not entirely true, Xander,” Giles began. He removed his glasses and began to clean them furiously. “The first Slayer was created with the heart of a demon. This is what gave her the supernatural abilities. The demon was a vampire. It seemed appropriate that the thing she was destined to hunt was a part of her. Now, Buffy has a human heart. It is merely the essence of the first Slayer and her demon heart that reside with in her. However, it is possible for Buffy to call upon and use her demon when she deems it necessary.”
“That’s the other reason why the mating will work. Spike’s demon and my demon agree. The claim is more for the demon side anyway. This will work,” Buffy said.
“I don’t like it, Buff. Dead Boy Jr. here hasn’t killed us, but he has tried,” Xander said.
“I know. I don’t expect you guys to understand or like it. But, you will accept it,” Buffy said in her best don’t argue with me tone.
She was tired, Spike could tell. “Let’s get you out of here, luv.”
Much to everyone’s surprise, well almost everyone, Buffy nodded.
“Will?” Faith asked, “Could I uh, crash at your place tonight?”
Willow blushed as she realized why Faith wouldn’t want to stay at Buffy’s house. “Of course.”
“Cordelia?” Buffy asked, “If you want, you can be part of the sister claim, too. I don’t know what the Council has planned.”
Cordy didn’t know what to say. She never really felt like part of the group, and now, Buffy, God of the Universe, Buffy wanted to offer her protection. There were emotions at work within her that she really didn’t want to acknowledge.
“I won’t get all demon having, will I?” she asked.
Buffy laughed lightly, “No. You will remain demon free.”
“Fine,” Cordy said with a sigh, “As long as it doesn’t interfere with cheer practice.”
Buffy nodded, “Giles, we’ll meet up in three days. There’s nothing I can think of to help you or Xander…”
“I can’t be a sister?” Xander panicked.
“No,” Buffy said gently, “You would be seen as a threat to the claim Spike will have on me.”
Xander’s mouth formed a silent ‘o’.
“I guess I’ll need to extend my sleepover time, that cool, girlfriend?” Faith asked.
“Yep. Like having a sister,” Willow said. She blushed when she realized the reality she had spoken.
The group hadn’t even noticed the exit of the two blondes. They walked hand in hand through the streets of Sunnydale. Neither said anything; both victims to their own thoughts. Buffy was beside herself with feelings. Feelings she couldn’t begin to describe. She had been aware of them for a while, but she refused to give into them. Spike’s reassurances earlier did a lot to calm the maelstrom that was her heart.
“I know how to keep the Council of Wankers from hurting you,” Spike said when they had stopped outside.
Buffy and Faith looked at him expectantly.
“You’re not goin’ to like my plan. I’m not exactly known for my planning. Most of the blood in my body doesn’t exactly flow to my brain. That said, I think this time I actually have somethin’,” Spike began, “There is a thing vampires, and other demons, do to protect people they…care about. I don’t know what your Watcher has told you about them, but it will insure that you will be protected.”
“What will, Spike?” Buffy asked.
“I’ll claim you,” Spike said. He braced himself for an attack.
“Sounds kinky,” Faith said.
Spike chuckled as he realized neither girl was going to attack. “It’s a permanent thing. It will be in place even after the test is completed. It’s eternal. It’s blood.”
“Blood?” Buffy asked. She was becoming a bit more skeptical about this whole thing. It was bad enough that one of her options was to place her trust in a soulless vampire, but blood?
“Yeah, Goldilocks, blood. It’s always about blood. Blood is life. The blood will tie us together. I’ll be able to know how you’re feeling, if you’re in danger…and you’ll be able to feel the same thing from me. You’ll belong to me and me to you. No other vampire, except an elder of my line, can revoke the claim. Death is the only other way for the claim to be erased,” Spike explained. He didn’t know why exactly he wanted to be mated to Buffy, but he did. His demon practically screamed for it. Angel was a ponce for leaving the girl, and Angelus was an even larger ponce for not even wanting the girl.
“Isn’t a claim only for vampires?” Buffy asked.
“For demons usually, luv. Why?” Spike asked.
She was scared, truly scared, “You…you said you wouldn’t turn me.”
Spike was floored. This wasn’t the reaction he had expected from his Slayer. Fear wasn’t an emotion this girl showed. “Buffy, I’m not going to turn you. Didn’t Watcher Boy tell you anything about the Slayer in you?”
“Mine did,” Faith answered, “Told me ‘bout the first Slayer being made. Vampire’s heart and all.”
Things began to click in Buffy’s head. The tingles when a vampire was near…was she merely recognizing one of her own? The enhanced senses, extra strength and speed…all vampire traits. The thing she was sent out every night to fight, the thing that had killed her…she was part of one! How could Giles not tell her?
“It’s not that bad, B,” Faith said, “I was freaked when I first learned about it, but hey, powers had to come from somewhere. ‘Sides, the little bit of dark, totally give you and edge. You’ve just got to embrace it, girlfriend.”
“Embrace darkness? Faith, we’re the good guys, or has that skipped your attention?” Buffy exclaimed.
“Chill, ‘course we’re the good guys. Fightin’ the good fight and all, but you can’t truly be the Slayer without accepting where you come from,” Faith said.
Buffy shook her head in an attempt to clear it. This was too much for her.
“Faith,” Spike said gently. He motioned for her to take a walk.
Faith nodded and walked away.
“Buffy, I know this is hard to accept. You’re all light and sunshine. That’s one of the things I love about you. You’re also the most amazing, powerful, beautiful Slayer I’ve ever met.” Spike said.
Buffy rolled her eyes. “If I really was all that you say I am, then I wouldn’t be in this position. I wouldn’t be faced with the wrath of the Uptight English Men!”
“You listen to me,” Spike began, “I’ve been around a bit longer than you, and dead a lot longer than that. I’ve seen things you couldn’t imagine, and done things that I prefer you didn’t. I don’t exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my blood that doesn’t exactly rush in the direction of my brain. So I make a lot of mistakes, a lot of wrong bloody calls. In my 100 plus years there’s only one thing I’ve ever been sure of: you.”
Buffy looked away. She couldn’t stand the intensity of his gaze.
“Hey, look at me,” Spike said gently as he guided her face back to his, “I’m not asking you for anything. We don’t have to do this. When I say ‘I love you’, which I recently realized I do, it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You’re not just the Slayer, and you’re a far cry from a demon. You’re a hell of a woman. You’re the one, Buffy.”
The tears flowed unbidden down her face. She wanted to think he was lying. She wanted to deny what her heart was telling her. She couldn’t. He was truthful. She was lost to him. She was already his, claim be damned. She knew the moment she saw him. Death was her intent, but that didn’t stop her from wanting him. She needed him, she wanted him. Her Slayer demanded him. She was powerless to stop it.
“So, how does this work?” Buffy asked as she whipped the tears from her face.
“I’m going to make this good for you, Buffy,” Spike said softly as the house on Revello Drive.
Buffy smiled up at him. She didn’t have words to describe her feelings. It wasn’t love, not yet…but it was definitely potential having. She knew that Spike would die to protect her. She finally had someone who was her equal. Someone who would protect her with out cramping her. Angel had belittled her. Spike would stand next to her.
“Pet?” Spike asked.
“Hm?”
“Why’d you tell your mates that you’d see them in three days?”
Buffy blushed, “Ikindawantedyoualltomyself.”
Spike chuckled and squeezed her hand tighter. She was adorable when she blushed.
Buffy led them into the house. Her mom was away on a business trip, which she decided was of the good. It was hard enough to explain this to her friends, but to her mother? She quickly pushed that thought to the back of her mind; she’d deal with that later. Right now she was consumed with a certain peroxide vampire.
Nervous. The feeling poured from the petite blonde. Spike had expected her to be a bit nervous, but not to be drowned in it. He knew she was inexperienced. Her only time had been with Angel. Spike growled low in disgust. He saw Buffy flinch and berated himself mentally for his outburst. Wanting to calm her, he gently stroked her cheek and grinned when she lent into the touch.
“Upstairs,” Buffy whispered.
An unlady like sound passed her lips as she was swept up into her vampire’s arms. He carried her up the stairs and over the threshold of her bedroom. Spike laid her out on the bed and undressed her with his eyes. Unused to such perusal of her person, Buffy unconsciously tried to cover her already covered flesh with her hands.
“None of that, luv. Just admiring your body. Nothin’ to be ashamed of. Don’t want you to be ashamed of anything we do together. ‘M not going to judge you. Give into your feelings, Buffy. Don’t think, just feel,” Spike purred as he lent down and captured her lips with his.
She was on fire. His cool lips and flesh caused her flesh to erupt in goosebumps. She’d never felt like this. She was alive, fully alive. Luckily for her, despite her inexperience, her body knew what to do. She poked her tongue out and traced his lower lip, eliciting a growl of delight from her lover. More confident in herself, she nibbled on that same lip and sucked it into her mouth.
“Minx!” Spike growled in delight. His hands cupped her cloth covered breast and kneaded it gently. She was responsive in ways he’d never experienced. She arched immediately into his touch. He ground his jean clad erection into her thigh. God, how he wanted to be gentle and show her what all he was capable of, but not now. There would be time for that later, now was about blood, violent possession. Need to feel her skin on his overwhelmed his senses and he began to rip at her clothes.
“Hey now, Mr. Impatient,” Buffy scolded, “Could’ve just told me to get naked for you.”
Buffy pushed Spike off of her and stood up. His growl of protest was caught in his throat once he saw her begin to sway her hips. Buffy smiled at the effect she knew she was having on him. Womanly pride swelled within her as she began to unbutton her shirt. Once it was completely undone, she shook her upper torso, causing her breasts to jiggle, and allowed the material to slide down her body. Next, she worked the button on her jeans. At the sound of metal on metal, Spike groaned. His erection was straining against the confines of his jeans. The little striptease Buffy was putting on for him was forcing him to use every bit of self control his had gained in his years on this earth. The desire to rip the clothes from her body and pound her into the mattress was overwhelming. Before he knew it, she was standing before him clad in a lacy bra and matching knickers.
“God, pet. Don’t know what you do to me,” Spike said huskily.
A mischievous grin graced Buffy’s lips as she took a step closer to Spike. “I think I have a bit of an idea.” Buffy emphasized her point by gently patting his bulge.
Buffy squealed in delight as Spike grabbed her and flipped her onto the bed, her undergarments being discarded in the process. Spike acquainted himself with her body. No portion of her exposed flesh was left unattended to.
“Off,” Buffy demanded as she tugged at his black shirt.
“Bossy little chit, aren’t you,” Spike teased as he removed his shirt and pants.
Buffy gasped in shock as she found out that he wasn’t one for boxers or briefs. Spike grinned as he noticed how enthralled she was with his manly bits.
“Make me yours, Spike,” Buffy whispered.
That was it, his resolve was gone. Those few whispered words tore away his last bit of restraint. He thrust into her hard and fast. His demon came forward and took control. Buffy’s orgasm took her by surprise. She didn’t expect such a violent act to make her so unbelievably hot. Her Slayer enhanced muscles clamped down on his shaft and milked him hard.
Spike roared as he bit into her flesh. When her potent blood hit the back of his throat, he came hard.
“Mine!” he yelled.
“Yours,” Buffy whispered.
Something inside her snapped. It wasn’t enough. Something was missing. She bit into the flesh of his neck. Blood began to dribble into her mouth. It didn’t repulse her as it should have, instead it spurred her on and she sucked harder on the wound.
“Mine,” she growled.
“Yours,” Spike answered.
The pair collapsed on each other and fell into a contented sleep.