Interlude III

Time Passages

He should have never come here. Not to her, not for help. If he’d had anywhere else to go, he would have gone, but there was nowhere and no one.

He knew that she continued to keep him chained and tied, not only because they didn’t know much about the chip, but also because she knew. She knew he couldn’t stay away from her, especially after Red’s sodding spell. She knew, too, that she couldn’t stay away from him.

His body still remembered the feel of her ass against him, rubbing him through their clothes. Just her scent wafting through Giles’ apartment on a dusty midday draft was enough to make him hard.

He would have covered his eyes with his arms, but he was still chained in the tub. It only made it harder, knowing that she had chained him, and her own feelings, tight enough where neither one would get loose.

He watched her as she primped for dates with the army wanker, and grimaced, though she couldn’t see him. Her scent made his mouth water and cock harden, but she never bothered to see. And he knew deep inside him, he did this. He hurt her badly enough this last time that she would never see him, never want him, never burn for him, unless it was under the influence of the spell. Any spell.

He wondered if he could find a witch, not Red, but someone else. Someone to make him a potion to slip to the Slayer. So she would see him.

Her blind spot was pointed directly at him, and she refused to look beyond. See through past uglies. Realized that he changed.

Well, had been forced to change.

He’d hoped by helping her Watcher, she would notice. It passed through her perception. In her mind, the wanker had helped. He was nothing more than a passing thought.

Fine. Ignore Spike. Everyone else does. But soon, missy, you’ll realize your mistake. Everyone makes a mistake in the end. And you’ll be history.