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Rebellion by Thianna
 
6 - Turn Me
 
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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.

A/N: Some violence and death in this chapter. Don't worry, none of the characters die, just some human deaths. Hey, Spike's a vampire.




Chapter 6 - Turn Me

It was as Spike put it bloody perfect. Ever since he bit her, he had been very protective, not giving Angelus any chance of possible taking her back. He took pride in bringing her to dinner when he felt like showing her off. Buffy still felt a little uncomfortable about it, not really liking the constant stares they would get from everyone else in the coven. Spike always ignored everyone else, focusing all his attention on her. It worked well, with Angelus usually giving him deadly glares each time he held Buffy close.

That, of course, put a damper on his nightly activities since she hated seeing him feed. He ignored it the first couple of times, ignoring her complaints and the faces she was making as he took his prey. But it started to get annoying. Then one night, while they were walking, Buffy decided to walk a few paces ahead of Spike, complaining that he smoked too much and embarrased her in the Bronze since he was drunk. Then, a group of men hanging out in the streets decided to toy with her, thinking she would be an easy mark. One had even pinned her against a building, making lewd comments. Spike came to her rescue and he noticed that as he killed the men, drinking one or two of them dry, she didn’t seem to mind so much. Guess it was her version of justice for what they had done. He really didn’t care what it was, as long as he could get his kicks in.

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Buffy tried her best to hide the grimace she was feeling as she walked into the bar. It wasn't the cleanest and it didn't look like the patrons were any better. The smell of sweat and alcohol lingered in the air. Buffy scanned the bar area nervously, spotting an empty sit. She made her way to the empty barstool and tried to ignore the numerous looks she was getting. It was making her feel uncomfortable, but at least the plan was working and a number of patrons were definitely noticing her. Buffy was thankful that she chose to wear pants today instead of a skirt as she tried to find a comfortable position on the bar stool.

Buffy ordered a bottle of beer and gave the bartender a quick thanks and a couple of dollars when he dumped the cold bottle in front of her. She took a big swig of the cold liquid, hoping that the drink would calm her down a bit. She turned in her school, her back now to the bar as she casually glanced at the room wondering which one of them would unknowingly meet their end tonight. She felt a tinge of guilt for being part of this charade but it really wasn't like she had a choice not to participate. And, any guy who wouldn't listen to a girl saying no should be punished in some way. Which is most probably why Spike chose this place to begin with because from the way the patrons looked, it didn't seem like anyone was a gentleman.

As Spike entered the establishment a few minutes later, he quickly locked on to where Buffy was sitting and smiled when he saw that around three rough looking men were beside her. He could tell that she was getting nervous as one of the men moved closer into her personal space. He made his way towards the bar and pushed one of the men to the side to get to Buffy.
"Sorry I'm late, love." he said leaning down to kiss her cheek.

Buffy looked at him with relief in her eyes as she tried to ignore the fact that one of the men was obviously looking at her clevage. The man that Spike pushed aside gave the vampire an irritated look.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?"

Spike ignored him, motioning to the bartender for some Jack Daniels.

"Hey pal! I'm talking to you. What's the big idea? We were talking to the lady here."

Ignoring him still, Spike paid the bartender and took a gulp of his Jack Daniels. Angry that he wasn't paying them any attention, the man pulled Spike back. "I said, what's the big idea? You deaf as well as rude pal?"

Spike calmly looked at the hand that was still on his shoulder then moved his gaze to the face that the hand belonged to. "Would appreciate it if you don't touch me, mate."

"Oh really? What are you going to do?"

"You wouldn't want to know." Spike knew that he could have easily taken this man and his two cohorts in a few seconds but he was out for some violence tonight and he didn't want it to end quickly. So he was stringing them along, hoping to build the rage in them to make the kill all the more enjoyable.

Buffy watched in silence as the two men exchanged words. She was trying to be as still and quiet as possible, hoping that everyone would just stop noticing her. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, as the man that she knew was staring at her breasts decided to be a little more aggressive and he moved closer, his hand reaching out for hair. She cringed away from his hand, pushing herself closer to Spike's back.

"Don't think she appreciates that, mate!" Spike said followed by a low growl. "Touch her again and I'll break your fucking hand."

The man started laughing, "You break my hand? I don't think you can even throw a decent punch."

"Want to find out?"

"Oh, fuck off man! Don't want to embarass you."

Spike downed the last of his Jack Daniels, and let his smile turn into a girl. "I dare you to try."

Pissed off at Spike's cockiness, one of the men threw him a punch which he quickly avoided as he formed a fist and punched the man in the stomach.

"HEY! TAKE THAT OUTSIDE!", the bartender bellowed.

"So care to continue this? Or have you had enough?", Spike taunted. He looked at the three faces before him, seeing the rage in their eyes just teeming below the surface.

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Spike was obviously enjoying himself as he kicked someone in the face and elbowed a guy that was coming up from behind him. The three he had taunted had other friends in the bar who decided to join in on the fun, thinking that it would be easy to gang up on him. Little did they know they were tangling with a vampire.

Buffy was hoping he’d hurry up because the guy that was holding her to keep her from helping Spike, was moving closer and closer into her personal space. Two more joined in and Spike’s grin just grew bigger. He flung one man against the brick wall, knocking him unconscious then he threw his fist into someone’s nose, effectively breaking it before grabbing him from behind and biting down on his neck. As the guy screamed in agony, the man holding Buffy started to get nervous and she could feel him reaching for something. Next thing she knew, there was a cold barrel pressed against her forehead. "What is that thing?" the man asked nervously. Spike heard the gun cock and still in vampire guise, blood dripping from his mouth, he rushed towards Buffy. His face scared the man out of his wits as he let Buffy go and pointed the gun at Spike. Laughing, he lunged forward and bit him, draining him dry. Buffy closed her eyes and waited for him to finish.

“All over now love.", he said morphing back to his human form. With the back of his hand, he made sure his face was clean of blood. "You okay?”

Buffy tentatively opened her eyes, to see shiny blue eyes look at her. She was thankful but something inside her got her furious. She could have been killed, and all because he wanted to play. Her hand curled into a fist and she punched him square in the chest with all her might.

“Ouch…” Spike said jokingly. “I said I would handle it.”

Buffy glared at him, then turned her back and walked away.

“Hey, come back here!”

When she didn’t even look back, he ran up to her, grabbing her arm roughly.

“Why the bloody hell are you walking away from me?”

“Do I even have to justify that with an answer? You’re the one who’s suppose to be older and wiser. You figure it out.” Buffy wasn’t sure where that came from, but she was so angry at him for almost getting her killed that she was seeing red.

“You raising your voice at me now?”

“What? What are you going to do about it? Hit me? Bite me? Break my neck? Here…” she said, ripping the chocker from her throat “Go ahead. Do it! I know you want to. Do it right this time.”

“You’re better to me alive, pet”

“Why? So you can show Angelus that I belong to you now? Turn me or kill me Spike. I’m getting sick of this. I don’t know how much longer I can pretend.”

“I want Dru back.”

“That’s all you have to say?! Wake up Spike! Aside from those two nights where she came to your room and I had to be totally grossed out, she hasn’t even turned back to look at you. “

“Shut the fuck up!” he said turning back into vampire guise.

"She doesn't want you. If she did, she'd be here instead of me!"

"I said shut the fuck up!" Spike said, roughly holding her by her arms.

“What did I hit a nerve? Turn me or kill me Spike. I can’t stay like this anymore. You don’t care about me. You whisper sweetness in my ear and I listen because it makes my life easier to bear, but all you want is my blood. I have no choices. If I leave you, I know Angelus will just take me and how would that be any better. Turn me or kill me Spike."

He pushed her against the alley wall, pinning the hand that had hit him. She looked at him defiantly, serious about her decision. Spike saw the fire in her eyes and he was drawn to it. He knew there was more to her than just plain obedience. He could hear her heart pounding strongly against his chest. She was a drug to him. He wanted to consume her, to make her completely his, to release her from her morality and mesh with the beast that was aching to break free. He moved his head closer, nuzzling her neck as he took in her scent. Licking his lips, he committed everything he could sense about her to memory. She was challenging him to take the next step, offering her body as he had offered it to Dru. Dru. His mind flooded with memories and he pulled back.

“Do it!”, Buffy screamed, frustrated that he wouldn’t give her release. She grabbed his coat and tried to pull him towards her but Spike just hung his head. “Do it!”, she screamed again, as the tears slowly came to blur her vision.

Spike raised his eyes to her emotionless, grabbing her small frame roughly to him. He pulled her into his coat, left arm hooking possessively around her shoulder. She sobbed into his chest and grimaced at feeling his shirt starting to dampen with her tears. He didn’t like seeing her sad. Taking an unnecessary breath, he looked up at the night sky and held her close as he walked towards the car. “No one tells me what to bloody do!” he said softly but firmly but he wasn’t sure who he was directing it to.

 
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