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Hidden Agendas by angelic_amy
 
Déjà Vu.
 
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Dedication: I'm dedicating this chapter to my good friend Carly who is the reason why this story has gone from being 4 chapters unfinished, to where it is today. If it weren't for her I wouldn't have continued working on it. And... a small note to bloodshedbaby. This chapter is ALSO for you sweetie. You'll know why. :D



Chapter 28: Déjà Vu.


Every nerve in his body began to sing when her soft lips brushed against his. His pain was forgotten in that moment as their lips danced together, what had obviously began as a way to grab his attention becoming so much more. He leaned into the kiss, his tongue darting out to run the length of her bottom lip and that was when Buffy pulled away.

She had kissed him and now she had his attention. It was only as she moved her hand that she realized that his face had been in its vampiric form the entire time.

Lifting her palm to his mouth she pleaded with her eyes as she pressed it to his lips. “Drink, please.”

Still dazed from the fact that she had willingly kissed him Spike didn’t realize what she was doing until the taste of her blood hit his tongue. He tried to pull away but she held her hand there, refusing to remove it until he had fed.

Knowing that she wouldn’t give up, and the fact that the scent her blood was assaulting his senses, he gave in. His tongue flicked out to lave across her palm, licking away every last drop of her spilled blood. He licked at the wound, his saliva slowing the bleeding until the self inflicted wounds flow stopped.

The entire time he had been suckling at her hand tingles had been shooting up Buffy’s spine. He had only been cleaning the wound, she knew that was all he was doing, and the gentle action caused a shiver to roll through her. He had been tender, the act was almost sensuous. But that was not the purpose of her inflicting the wound.

Drawing her hand away from his mouth she frowned when she noted that the blood had stopped flowing. She looked up and met his eyes, which were clouded with adoration and respect. He appeared awed at the gift she had given him. At that moment she knew that she could trust him with what she was about to offer.

Leaning towards him, she flipped her hair off her shoulder and arched her neck, exposing the creamy skin to him. “Drink.”

Shock washed Spike’s features as a gasp slipped from his mouth. “Wh-what?” He didn’t trust his ears that he had heard her properly.

“Drink.” Buffy repeated again. “You need your strength if you’re going to get out of here. That little lick did nothing.”

She was serious and he couldn’t believe it. He began shaking his head vehemently from side to side, almost instantly regretting it when the action caused nausea to rise within him. “No Buffy, I won’t… I can’t…

Buffy knew that he meant that he couldn’t let himself do that, but she took it literally as well. He still had the chip in his head, and the last thing she wanted to do was cause him more pain.

“You won’t hurt me.” She said confidently. “So long as I’m not hurt, the chip won’t fire.”

Spike shook his head from side to side again. There was no way he was going to do this.

“Spike.” She snapped when he looked away from her. When their eyes met again she nodded once as if to confirm that she had just said what she had said. “I trust you.”

Once again shock filled Spike’s eyes, but this time Buffy didn’t give him the chance to argue. Grabbing him as gently as she could she guided his fangs to her neck and pressed his mouth right against her throat.

Spike resisted for a moment longer, waiting… almost as if willing her to be fearful, to give him an excuse to reject her offer. But none came. And the steady thump of her heartbeat that he could feel beneath his lips was almost hypnotizing. Her blood was calling him.

“Buffy…” he mumbled against her throat.

“Drink.” She ordered calmly.

Buffy’s words reassured him and he nodded once as he opened his mouth. Spike’s fangs broke the skin at her neck, and his whole body tensed in preparation for the blinding pain that he had come to associate with the chip. But she had been right. He mustn’t have hurt her, because it wasn’t firing. With that knowledge in hand Spike suckled at her neck, drawing a deep pull of her blood into his throat.

A breathy gasp escaped Buffy’s lips at the sensations she was feeling. This was not the first time a vampire had fed from her, not even the first voluntary time. But each time, the sensation was different. The Master hadn’t drawn a lot of her blood when he had fed upon her, but the bite had been painful, causing her to faint which had resulted her falling and drowning.

Dracula’s bite had also been painful, and whilst she hadn’t resisted it, it was only because she was under his thrall that he had been able to bite her in the first place.

And then there was Angel’s bite. Angel’s bite had been the most similar to this in sensation, the only difference being that Angel had been delirious due to the poison coursing through his veins, and once he had begun to feed he had lost control and taken too much.

Spike’s steady pulls at her neck were slow, deliberate, and measured.

And the sensations it was causing within her…

Spike’s lips left her neck and he licked at the wound, closing the bite with his saliva before drawing back to look in her eyes, fearful of what he would see there. All he saw was compassion.

“Let’s get you out of here.” Buffy said with a smile as she began to lift him to his feet.

~~~

Giles fired another bolt from his crossbow, hitting the vampire he had aimed at square in the back, it combusting into dust before their eyes.

Willow and Xander were pelting the crowd of vampires with bottles of holy water, kindly donated by Anya. Their combined attacks had thinned the group, killing some and causing others to back off. But there were still at least ten that refused to leave. And Angel was taking quite a beating due to their attacks.

“Throw me another stake!” Came a frenzied shout from within the circle. Xander obliged, throwing the piece of wood into the air, Angel’s fist rising from the pack to secure it before quickly disposing of another vampire.

~~~

“The prisoner has been released!” Jake informed as he entered Darla’s private quarters.

Darla sighed in annoyance. She had expected it, just hadn’t thought it would happen so soon. “How did they get him out of there? That room is secure.” She asked as she turned to address him.

It was when she met his gaze that she saw the large purplish bruise that was forming down one side of his face.

“The slayer… she stole a key from one of the guards.” Jake lied, then continued when he saw Darla’s gaze narrow at the sight of the bruising on his face. “I tried to stop her, but she knocked me out.”

Darla pursed her lips. “Why didn’t she kill you?”

“I-I don’t know.” He mumbled in fear.

Shrugging it off Darla swept passed Jake and into the hallway, the crossbow loaded and held out before her. “We’re leaving.” She announced over her shoulder at her second in command. “Get a weapon, and follow me.”

Doing as instructed Jake grabbed a sharp looking knife from the weapons shelf and fell into line behind her.

~~~

“I hope they’re alright.” Dawn said as she chewed on her lip and looked out the window for the umpteenth time since her only family and her friends had left over an hour ago.

“I’m sure they’re fine Dawn.” Tara said softly, silently praying that her girlfriend came back to her in one piece.

~~~

Spike was gasping for un-needed breath as Buffy dragged him to his feet and began leading him out of the cell he had been confined to. She looked down the hallway, only slightly surprised when she found that Jake was nowhere to be seen. She had figured that he would have woken up eventually; she just hadn’t thought it would be so soon.

Spike gasped again, feeling more than a little light headed. “I can’t… I just need a moment to rest.” He begged.

“We don’t have time.” Buffy insisted as she began walking him down the hallway to the exit.

A tingling sensation ran up his spine as they moved… like they were being watched. He turned to look over his shoulder and found nothing. Déjà vu washed over him when he felt like this had happened before. Then it hit him, that dream.

“Buffy!” he shouted in alarm as he spun his attention back towards their intended direction. His shout of alarm startled Buffy and she turned her gaze towards him.

“Spike what is it?”

His stare narrowed, glaring at the hallway before them. Whatever it was that he was seeing, Buffy didn’t.

“Spike…”

Blond came into view at the mouth of the hallway and Spike’s entire body tensed when he saw the weapon raise and then fire before Buffy even realized that they weren’t alone. Acting on instinct Spike shoved Buffy to the side, the crossbow bolt imbedding in his arm.

Standing in front of their exit with the crossbow still raised towards them, was Darla. With a coquettish little wave of her hand she turned and walked away, followed by Jake and several other vampires.

A roar of pain ripped from Spike even as relief washed over him when he realized that Buffy was safe.

“SPIKE!” Buffy shouted in alarm.

She reached for the arrow that was sticking out of his arm but he pulled away from her. Judging by the pain radiating from the wound it was a through and through. Which would mean he couldn’t just pull it out. Grabbing hold of the end of it, he snapped the piece of wood, his face crumpling at the pain the action caused.

“Buffy… you need to pull it through.” He directed as he lifted his arm to show the arrowhead poking out the other side.

Nodding, Buffy reached for it and grasped onto the piece of wood. “This is going to hurt.” She warned.

“I’m bloody well aware of that.” He cursed. “It hurts like a bitch now.”

A hint of a smile crossed her face at his cursing. This was the Spike she knew. Obviously her blood had helped him. “On three.” She instructed. When he nodded she began counting. “One…”

She ripped the piece of wood from his arm.

Spike growled as the fresh pain, relieved that the arrow was out of his arm, but pissed off that she had gone early. “You were supposed to wait till three.” He pointed out.

“But if I had you would have been ready for it and tensed up.” She said with a shrug. “Come on, lets get you out of here.

~~~

Xander saw the flash of long blond hair side by side with the platinum head of Spike, and he knew that they would be getting out of here.

“ANGEL!” he shouted into the crowd. “TIME TO GO!”

Angel dusted the vampire before him and began stumbling towards the shipping crate that was guarding the exit into the tunnels. He was bleeding from several cuts to his hands, and lip, and he was almost certain that he had several broken ribs.

Looking over his shoulder as he made his exit he saw Buffy half carrying Spike as they made their way towards him. He gasped when he saw Spike’s condition. This wasn’t just the work of whomever they had assigned to beat him up. Darla had most definitely had a hand in causing the colourful marks that marred his ivory skin.

Giles was still firing his crossbow at the vampires that dared to follow his slayer, and Willow was by his side throwing the last remaining bottles of holy water.

When Buffy joined them at the mouth to the cave Angel stepped in line with her on the other side of Spike and threw an arm around the vampires back, assisting in getting him out of there as soon as possible.

They were met with no obstacles on the way out, and were soon back outside under the night sky and moving quickly towards the van.

Anya spotted the group coming and unlocked the doors, starting up the engine and sliding across to the passenger seat so that Giles could accept the driver’s.



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