Author's Notes: I updated twice today so, READ CHAPTER 4 FIRST.

Title by Marilyn Manson and lyrics by Avenged Sevenfold. As always, thanks to my betas Slaymesoftly and Legen and to Behind Blue Eyes for her ideas. Thanks also to everyone who left a review.

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CHAPTER 5: ”If I Was Your Vampire”

I'm alone in here
No more feelings
Killed my fears
Don't ask
you'll never know
you're left behind and I'll be exposed

~Desecrate Through Reverance, Avenged Sevenfold~
 


She expected the pain.

It surely had hurt a lot when the Master had bitten her; she didn’t remember Dracula’s bite very well and when Angel bit her…well, he’d almost drained her, and though it had been a mildly sensual experience, it certainly had hurt like hell.

So yes, she expected the pain. What she didn’t expect was for the vampire attacking her to be almost…gentle. While he bit deep, he didn’t try to rip into her throat and she was surprised to feel, after the initial stab of pain, something different. The sucking motion of his mouth around the wound seemed to send incredible pleasure spreading through her veins. It was a euphoric sensation, and for a second, Buffy wondered if this was the usual when a vampire wasn’t trying to kill you. No wonder Riley went to get bitten by vampires.

It only lasted a second though, as Spike retracted his fangs after barely two mouthfuls.

She couldn’t believe what was happening. Spike was lying on top of her body, his face buried in her neck while he licked the holes he had left there until they stopped oozing blood.

She was startled when he started to purr.


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She didn’t know how long she remained laying on the floor, too stunned to move. Spike hadn’t moved either, content to stay on top of her nuzzling her neck and purring like a kitten.

Huh, who knew vampires purred?, she mentally giggled,I’m not going to let Spike live this down; as soon as he is back to normal—

Well, that was another problem; she had no idea why Spike was behaving like this so there was no way to know how to bring him back to normal—or as normal as a chipped vampire could be.

She tried to wriggle from her position between Spike and the floor but the vampire wouldn’t allow that, tightening his hold on her waist, growling in her ear. The intent was clear: it was a warning.

Ooookay, not moving then.

With nothing more than time on her hands, her mind started to wander. What could have possibly happened to Spike? He’d been fine when she left him in the crypt, extremely pissed off, but fine. Then he went MIA for three weeks while her mother and sister blamed her, and now he was back but all growly.

Wait…he’s all fangy and growly…like Angel when he came back from hell.

So, feral vampire then. But he wasn’t trying to attack her or anything (except for biting her, that is) while Angel had kept trying to attack her until he snapped out of it. What would it take for Spike to be back to what he used to be? Time? She didn’t have much of that, so she tried reasoning with him.

“Spike? Can you hear me?”

He raised his head and looked at her directly in the eye, cocking his head to one side, as if trying to figure out what she meant.

Sighing, she tried again, her voice calm and even so as not to startle him.“Spike, do you know who I am? Buffy?” She hoped her name would bring forth some recognition, but still his eyes showed nothing more than bewilderment. Surprising how she could see that although he was wearing his demon visage.

Okay, plan B.

She renewed her struggles in order to escape the vampire’s embrace, only this time, gently pushing at his chest until he rolled onto his back, unfortunately he was still griping her waist, so she ended up sprawled over his chest.

Well, at least I’m on top now.

Buffy started stroking his brow in order to relax him and, surprisingly, it worked. He began to lean into the caress, tilting his head like a cat would. She was mesmerized by the movements and sounds he was making. Who would have thought that Spike would react this way to tenderness?

Not like she was being tender or anything.

Nope, no tenderness here. This is just a strategy to get him to let go of me so I can go home.

Still, she kept caressing his face long after his arms were no longer around her and he was asleep on the floor, tiredness seeming to have caught up with him.

Now that she had the chance to really look at him, she was startled to notice how bad he looked. His skin was deathly pale (more than usual), his lips were cracked, and he had dark circles under his eyes. Though she had never seen him shirtless, she always guessed he had nice body, lean but well-built and, thanks to Willow’s ‘my will be done’ spell, she was well accustomed with his muscular chest. Now he looked just skinny, his usually skin tight tee hanging in tatters around his frame. In fact, he looked exactly like when he had shown up on Giles’s doorstep with the chip freshly implanted begging for help. Only worse.

When was the last time he’d fed? She remembered what Spike said on Thanksgiving about starved vampires being ‘like famine pictures from those dusty countries, only not half as funny’. Could vampires possibly dust from starvation?

Where is Giles when I need him?

While she was sitting there staring at him, Spike began to fidget in his sleep, one hand moving to his chest. Buffy griped his wrist when she realized he was clawing at the place over his heart. She could see through the rips in his T-shirt that there were half healed scars already there. Determined to figure out what was happening, she ripped his T-shirt open and gasped at the sight.

There were multiple gashes over his heart, as if he were trying to claw it out. His chest and stomach were covered in bruises of multiple sizes and different stages of healing, and he had a nasty looking burn near his right shoulder. She was sure he had some broken ribs, because she could see the ends poking through his skin. He looked as if someone had beaten him up and then he couldn’t heal because of starvation.

When he whimpered, still asleep, she threw caution to the wind and gathered him in her arms, cradling his body against her chest until he calmed down again.

After the vampire temporarily settled, Buffy ran around the adjoining rooms until she found a wooden chest with some sturdy looking chains and manacles inside. Going back to the room where Spike was curled on the floor, she locked one manacle around his bare ankle—where are his boots?—and the other around a ring attached to the wall.

Feeling confident that the feral vampire wasn’t going to escape anytime soon, Buffy walked out the door into the early morning air, striding towards her house.

It wasn’t until she was climbing the steps to the front porch, that she realized something that made her stop with her hand reaching for the doorknob.

Spike bit her. And the chip didn’t go off.

She was so screwed.

TBC...


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