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Rebellion by Thianna
 
3 - Need You
 
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Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.


Chapter 3 - Need You

It was well past one o'clock in the morning when Spike and Buffy returned. Buffy was a little sweaty but seemed happy to have been able to go out. Spike had taken her to the Bronze and she danced. She had thought about escaping on their way there -- wondered if she could just run. But she thought against it, knowing that Spike was more than capable of outrunning. That and the promise Angelus had told her on more than one occassion to hunt and kill her mother if she ever tried to escape left the notions of running away undesirable. Buffy knew that Angelus wasn't just spitting out an idle threat.

Spike was nothing but nice to her tonight. He bought her drinks and a meal, let her dance, and even danced with her. It seemed like the life she had known for the past three weeks wasn’t real. It seemed like this was the reality – that she had a normal life and she was just going out on a date with a handsome guy. But at the back of her mind she knew that this was just a fantasy. As they drew closer to his room, she knew the fantasy would be ending soon. Tonight, she at least had the semblance of freedom. Spike never threw it at her face that she was a lowly human enslaved to a vampire. Nor did he ever hint that anything she did was possible only because he had let her. Tomorrow would be different though. Tomorrow she would once again belong to Angelus.

Spike opened the door to his room and went inside, holding it open for her.

Buffy just stood outside in the hallway, shaking her head. “I should go back.”

Raising an eyebrow, “Why? We’re not done yet.”

Buffy looked at him wide-eyed.

“The way I see it pet, I lost a meal because of you.”, he said chuckling. “Least you could do is keep me company.", he said pulling out the two bags filled with red liquid that he had hidden in his leather duster.

Buffy remembered what they were. They had stopped by this store on the way back. She glanced down the hallway, unsure of what she should do. Spike reached out for her and gently pulled her inside. She wasn't ready for it and she clumsily found herself snug against his chest. Her cheeks warmed at the sudden contact as she tried to find steady footing. Spike gave her a winning smile and a quick wink as he closed the door.

He motioned for her to sit on the bed, while he looked around the room for a mug. Finding one, by the bedside table, he grabbed it quickly, rinsed it out, and then poured the contents one of the bags into it. He took a sip and grimaced at the taste. It was a little cold and funny tasting because it wasn’t human. He had wanted human blood initially, and the clerk gave him a weird look when he changed his mind. He thought it best not to tempt fate lest he lose himself in the bloodlust and accidentally crave more than he had bought.

Buffy looked up at him curiously as he grimaced. She though that blood always tasted good to a vampire. As Spike sat down in the only chair in the room, he caught her questioning look. “Pig’s blood”, he said with slight disgust. “Of course, maybe I can have a little dessert later,” he said half jokingly. Buffy’s hands flew to her neck, her head shaking in a definite no. Spike couldn’t help but laugh. “You do know if I wanted to, I can bite you anywhere.” Her lips formed into a pout and he thought that the face she just made was purely adorable. He took another sip and smirked at the thought that came to mind. “I could even make it worth your while.” At that Buffy’s cheeks colored and Spike could hear her heart beat faster. He smiled with amusement at her interest in his offer.

“So, uhm.. Buffy… Your parents really named you Buffy?”

“Well can’t be as bad as yours. I don’t think your parents named you Spike!”she said rolling her eyes.

“Touché, pet! Touché!”, he said giving her a quick wink. “Summers… so you from around here?”

“Uhm.. no. Just moved here right before the semester started. Didn’t think I’d have an extended vacation.” she said with a sigh.

“Well do you really miss all that homework? I’ve heard a couple of the newbies complaining about it ceaselessly. Rambling on and on. Didn’t seem like it was that much fun to them, love.”

“Well, some stuff was cool, but history could be a drag, all those wars, all those dates. I mean, who can remember all that?”

“Aaah.. war… was a bit of fun doing hunts during those times. Everyone so paranoid you can hear their heartbeats miles away. Then …”

Buffy gave Spike a funny look as the vampire started reminiscing about past kills. It really wasn’t something she wanted to hear about. She had seen the vampires feasting enough times, and that was enough to make her stomach turn. But now Spike was talking about hunting and killing and she could see the pure joy it brought him. She shook her head, trying to shut out the things he was saying. She was having a good time tonight and she didn’t really want to end her fantasy thinking about killing people.

Spike stopped in mid-sentence, seeing her squeamish face. “Sorry, love… got carried away. Let’s talk about something you like.” He took another sip of blood.

“Uhm…”, she let her eyes wander the room. What could she ask a vampire without getting her killed. She pressed her hands on the bed and noticed for the first time that the sheets were made of silk. She looked down at it then at him. It didn’t seem to fit. When she glanced at his clothes earlier, all he had were black jeans and all dark colored shirts. His hair was obviously bleached and he had a number of rings on his finger. Silk sheets and his rock star outfit just didn’t seem like they went together. Maybe it was Drusilla’s influence then. But she took another look at the room, and there wasn’t anything there that looked feminine at all. She had seen Dru many times, holding a Victorian doll and she wondered if there were any in this room.

“Looking for something, love?” Spike said curiously looking at her.

“Uhm.. well… just that I would have thought there would be something of Drusilla’s in here.” Once the words left her lips, she wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. She closed her eyes and hoped he wouldn’t get angry.

“Bullocks, you women are nosy. A bunch of gossipers the lot of you!”, he sighed as he stood to refill his mug.

“Sorry”, Buffy said sheepishly. “Just that… silk sheets and black jeans don’t exactly go together.” she said hoping that would ease the tension in the air.

“Well, you know, pet, there’s only one way to find out.” He said with a devilish grin.

Buffy could feel her cheeks blush again and she fought to regain composure. She tried to chant those three little words to try and get her composure back. But it was a little hard, his eyes seemed so sweet and he was so nice to her tonight.

Spike looked her over carefully, not the least bit trying to hide that he was admiring her many assets. He had seen fire in those eyes though brief and when he watched her dance tonight there was something about her that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He had to admit that it was fun teasing Angelus tonight. He had taken from him, and Spike thought it only fair that he take something in return. Pig’s blood just wasn’t that satisfying and he let himself imagine sinking his teeth into her smooth neck. He knew the drill, once his fangs hit her skin, he’d sense that rapid rise in heartbeat and she’d struggle against him. He wanted to feel that – wondered just how much she would struggle, wanted to see that shock in her eyes when he took her, tasted her. Then, maybe he’ll let her know what silk would feel like. Angelus would be furious, more than he was now. Spike smiled hoping that his grandsire was pacing and brooding right now, maybe imagining all the things he was about to do to his new plaything. Then tomorrow would come and maybe another beating and Angelus would unleash his fury on both of them. And then he saw the fear that Buffy wore earlier and it pained him. He took a long drink of blood, trying to let it wash away the apparent worry he had for her. What would he care if Angelus hurt her? She was just human, nothing more than food. He had told her that he would take care of everything but he was just saying that so that she’d go along with him. Right?

A knock on the door was a welcome sign. He was starting to think too much again. He opened the door, his mouth forming into a frown upon seeing Darla, standing there with a sweet smile on her face.

“I see that you’re back.” She paused for a moment, trying to peer over his shoulder, “and she’s still here.”

Spike cocked his head to one side. “And?”

“You know Angelus doesn’t like it that you have his new toy.”

“So sue me.”

“Now, now, is that how you’re going to treat me?”, Darla asked so sweetly, reaching out to cup his cheek.

Spike took a step back successfully avoiding her hand and giving her an irritated look.

Darla crossed her arms across her chest in slight disappointment at his blatant rejection of her affections. “I can get Angelus off your back if you would do something for me.”

Spike looked at her skeptically but he was curious. He could use a good spot of violence. “So what will it be? Something you need swiped? A demon you want battered and brusied?

“I want you to take her.” she said pointing to Buffy.

Spike looked at her in disbelief and regret since he was hoping to break a few bones. “You want me to what? You know I can’t do that. She belongs to Angelus.”

“Since when did rank really mean anything to you, my dear sweet William? Besides, I don’t want her near my Angelus anymore.”

“Why? Jealous?”

Darla gave him a deadly glare. “I don’t like her. It’s been three weeks now and Angelus has not even drunk from her. I know he likes to play but he’s carrying on and on about her. So take her and keep her from Angelus and I’ll protect you.”

“And I want Dru.”

“You tried to take my baby away from me. Why should I help you get her back?”

“Well good night then,”, Spike said motioning to close the door.

“Fine!”, she said as she stretched her left arm to stop him. “Do this for me and I’ll get Angelus off your back and talk to Dru.”

Spike ran the deal in his head once more, giving her a serious look before nodding. Darla took one step forward and lifted her right hand to him. He took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips more out of respect than affection. He bade her good night and waited till she was a number of feet from his door before closing it. He released the shudder he had been holding. He could smell Angelus all over her, and it nauseated him. The only good thing now was that he could wash the taste of pig blood from his mouth. He turned back to Buffy, his mind focusing on the soothing beat of her heart.

“I don’t like her,” Buffy said out of the blue as he moved closer to the bed.

“I think the feeling’s mutual, love.” He eyed her neck, the black chocker teasingly hiding his prize from view. He moved closer to her, a lazy smile on his face as he reached out to push a lock of hair away from her face.

Buffy bit her lower lip nervously at him being so close to her. She wasn’t sure if she should fear for her life or if she should listen to the flip flops that her stomach was doing. “Uhm.. it’s getting late. You’re done eating so I should just go.”

Spike shook his head slowly, his hand reaching over to unclasp the choker. Her heartbeat quickened and Spike smiled to himself.

As the chocker landed softly on the silk sheets, Buffy knew which response she should have listened to. She put her hands up against his chest, and moved her head as far away as she could from his. Spike chuckled softly and pushed her down on bed, pinning her with his body as he moved closer to his prize.

“I told you I’d take care of tomorrow,” he whispered lovingly into her ear. He let his lips brush gently against her neck before he sank his teeth into her flesh and blood spilled into his mouth. Both of them closed their eyes – one in pain, the other in ecstasy.

Buffy panicked as she felt her back hit the bed. The fantasy was over and this was reality. She felt his teeth break skin and she tried her best to hold back the tears and the pain. She closed her eyes and felt his lips move, his tongue lazily drawing patterns on her neck as he pulled blood from her. She tried to push him off, her body wriggling beneath his. But that seemed to only fuel him to press harder against her. Then something else came over her. There was a sense of peace and comfort washing over her, and she wondered if this was what dying was like. If it was, then maybe dying wouldn’t be so bad. She would be free from here, she’d no longer be a slave.

As Spike drank, he closed his eyes in pure joy. Her blood was intense, it was sweet and smooth and it made ever part of him tingle. He thought for a moment that maybe it was just because he had been drinking animal blood just a few minutes ago, but as he quickly compared her taste with that of others he had before, he knew she was different. The struggle she put up, though futile, only added to Spike’s enjoyment. The deal he had just made wasn’t going to be as bad as he thought. If he could drink like this every night, then maybe facing Angelus’ wrath wouldn’t be so bad. He knew Darla would keep her end of the bargain , but he wasn’t stupid to think that it would keep him totally immune. Buffy’s blood was strong and in the end if he could get Dru back then all would be right with the world. He pulled away from her, his tongue lapping up her wounds closed. He saw the look of contentment on her face as he moved from the bed. It wasn’t quite what he was looking for.

Buffy slowly opened her eyes as she felt his weight off her. “I’m.. not?” her right hand instinctively moved to her neck and she winced as she made contact with the bite.

“No love”, he said licking his lips, savoring the taste of her blood which now coursed through his body. “Wouldn’t want you to go just yet. I need you.”



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