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Rebellion by Thianna
 
5 - Ready to Go Out?
 
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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 5 - Ready to Go Out?

Buffy looked at herself in the mirror. She had moved into Spike’s room two nights after he first bit her. He had told her to do so. By some strange vampire practice that she didn’t understand, she was looked upon as belonging to Spike. She had cautiously asked him about it and he said that everything was tied to blood and since he drank from her and bore his mark, he in some way now owned her. Ofcourse, she didn’t really have much choice in the matter.

Buffy really wasn’t sure if her situation had gotten that much better. She was still here, she was still property, but at least Spike treated her a little nicer. Deep down, she knew she was just kidding herself. She was being used – she was a toy, something for him to parade around and rub Angelus’ nose with. She traded bruises for bite marks as she looked at the healing wounds littering her neck. He drank from her almost every night and it was during those times when she felt the most scared and the most at peace. She was his now, to do with as he pleased. He always seemed gentle with her as he drank his beloved elixir but she never knew if he would stop or drain her dry. His words were often laced with sweetness and at times, his hands would touch her in places that ran shivers down her spine. She wasn't sure if she should be having such feelings and it made her feel dirty at first but then the calm would wash over her and then all she’d feel was his soft cold lips on her skin.

Taking a deep breath, she went back to prettying herself up. Spike had indulged her one night when they were out and let her buy some stuff to make her feel more like herself. She lit up when he said that he was taking her shopping and from the way he acted, it looked like he was having fun watching her. She wondered ofcourse where he got the money to pay for everything. He obviously didn't have a job but it looked like he had an endless supply of cash. She had asked him about that but all he said was that he had his ways.

He had complained out loud once at how his room was starting to look like a chit's room, with makeup in the bathroom and underwear in the drawers. She had thought for sure that he was going to hit her then, but he just whined about it some more and joked that since she had so much of her undies in the room, he should have her be in nothing more than her bra and panties when they were alone.

She heard him moving against the bedsheets and turned to watch his sleeping form. He still wore the peaceful look on his face that she saw when she awoke earlier. She wished she had slept as well as him. There was no room for another bed and she didn't feel like it was proper to sleep beside him so he gave her a choice of either the chair or the floor, both of which she found were quite uncomfortable. He had tried to convince her over and over again to sleep on the soft mattress, but she was afraid of the sensations he was giving her when they were near each other. As she stretched out tired aching muscles, she felt cold hands on her back, rubbing and kneading exactly where she needed it. She sighed softly as Spike worked out the tension in her back. He lowered his head to her ear and whispered, “You know this wouldn’t happen if you’d just sleep with me.”

“Ewww… No thank you. You’re like cold and undead and like ancient.” she said hoping she sounded convincing.

He grinned evilly. “Believe me, you wouldn’t know the difference, love. And I didn't hear you complain before." he said with a wink. "Besides I’ve heard you moan … once or twice, when I've kissed you." his hand moving over to her neck. "Would love to make you scream.”

Buffy rolled her eyes and shook her head not really in the negative but more of to shake the thoughts that invaded her. Spike just laughed and disappeared into the bathroom for a shower.

Buffy quietly finished getting ready, then moved the chair so that it wouldn’t be facing the bathroom and sat down. She knew that he would come out with just a towel around his waist, if she was lucky, and she didn’t really feel like hearing another comment from him. When he was done getting dressed, he walked over to her, and pulled her up towards him, his left hand playing with the choker she felt obliged to wear now to hide all the bite marks. With a sigh, she tilted her head to once side, and undid the choker. He gently traced the marks he had made, a satisfied grin on his face knowing that his mark was forever on Angelus’ former plaything.

“I feel like breaking something, love.” he said as he lowered his lips to her neck. She waited for the sting that never came as his lips pursed around each bite, mimicking previous sessions but not piercing skin. When he moved away from her, she gave him a puzzled look. He caught her reaction but said nothing. He just grabbed his black coat and fished for his car keys in one of the pockets and opened the door, waiting for her to step through.

The drive to the bar that Spike had chosen was riden in silence. Buffy pondered upon what had happened, and wondered why she thought his lips on her neck didn’t seem so bad. You’re delusional Buffy. Get a grip. He’s just playing you again, just like what he does every night. She had hoped that he would have chosen to go to the Bronze, at least she could pretend things were normal. But Spike chose a seedy looking bar in the not so nice part of town. She knew what he wanted. He wanted to have a little fun tonight, and that meant getting into a bar fight, then maybe continuing it outside before he fed on the poor loser. Her role in all this? She was bait.
 
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