Chapter 13

Xander and Willow fell from a vortex in the ceiling to the floor with a thud.

Willow looked up at Xander with a groan. “Did you see all that?”

He shook his head, “We have to find them, fast.”

They both struggled to get to their feet. “Cancel fast, more like as soon as possible.” Xander added with a small pained smile.



Her eyes were fighting the war within her to stay closed. She heard slaps of skin against skin, a soft growl coming from somewhere deep in his chest. She could almost imagine the picture he made right then; white hair glistening still from the water, eyes closed, his cheeks taut with desire, biting his bottom lip, while one hand cups his balls, rolling them back and forth, and the other slides up and down his shaft. Pure beauty. Damn the dark!

It stopped.

She peeked with one eye. He had moved from leaning on the wall in front of her to standing right near her head. Unfortunately, with what light she had, she only saw hips. Milky white hips that were attached to a very nice ass. Stop it Buffy! She thought to herself. Lusty thought dies a bad Slayer make!

She closed her eyes one more time as she saw him move.

A cool breath fell upon her ear and a cold hand took down the comforter she had been using as a shield. “I told you Slayer. We both know you’re awake. I want you.” The last came out as a purr, with his hand gliding down her side.

Buffy started quivering with anticipation. God only knew what was going to happen next. Preparing herself for the onslaught, she turned and laid on her back. Eyes still closed.

He climbed on the bed, straddling her, covering them up as he went. He was savoring her body heat, listening to the blood in her body just pump away; her own little power station. On his hands and knees, he leaned down to her ear, pressing his erection into her as he went. “If I didn’t have this chip, Buffy, I could do amazing things to you. Things you’ve probably never even heard of with those virgin ears of yours. I’d bite you, just here,” he said as he reached down through her panties and pinched her clit. “You’d scream, and beg, and bleed. All for me. Like a little present you are.” He thought for a moment. Maybe by the time we’re through, you’ll let me bite you anyway, hmmm? We’ll see.”

He crawled backwards in the bed, ripping off his t-shirt in half as he went. He lay down with his face in the apex of her sex. Laying his face reverently there upon her quim, he ran his hands up and down her thighs, caressing the fine muscles there. His tongue came out and licked at the crotch of her underwear, tasting.

“Sorry love, these have got to go. Made a promise to a lady.” With that he shoved his face down and grabbed them with his teeth, ripping them from her body. “Mmmm, silky.” He giggled deeply.

It laid just there, her clit protruding from its holdings, and if he were a betting man, he thought she would just lay there until they were done or she came, whichever was first. He couldn’t let that go to waste. Not for their first time.

He leaned down and took it in his mouth, rolling it lightly between his teeth. Letting it out, she shuddered. He lapped slowly at her vagina, seeing not for the first time, she was leaking a little, creating a puddle on his sheets. He groaned, and saw her arch her back. Turning his attention back to her clit he fingered it and her cunt, slowly, with torture, just enough to get her to make her move. He thought of something he had recently thought of when he was thinking of her, knowing that should draw her out.

“I close my eyes, and you are there,
Standing in my mind.
I see you weeping when you’re strong,
And others never know.
You’ve seen my insides, and out,
Judging no way as you go.
I want to bury myself in the heat,
The heat from inside you.
Where I can finally feel strong again.
Where I can feel loved again.
Where I can be a man again.”

Her head came off the pillow and looked at him. “Did you write that for me?”

He feigned being shocked. “I thought you were sleeping!”

“Liar. I loved it. Is that the way you really feel?” She pulled her left leg up. Then her right, sllllllloooooooowwwwlllly.

:”I suppose you want prose and happiness now?” He got up on one arm.

She shrugged, looking down. “I guess I—“

He slammed his face into hers, desperately kissing her to cut her off. Tongues, teeth, and muscles met in a desire worthy of the gods. “I want you,” she mumbled into his mouth.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, trailing kisses down her neck.


Giles rose off the tombstone, turning at the sound of out-of-breath Scoobies running to their aid. “What is going on?”

Willow looked grim. “We need to stop them, we d-d-did that spell that we needed to do to see the future, and betcha by golly, Buffy’s not gonna be happy when she finds out what happening.” Xander nodded his agreement, and Giles turned to the former soldier.

“Any ideas?” Riley thought for a moment, then shook his head.

“What’s the problem?” Willow asked.

Riley pointed behind him, “Force field.”

Willow rolled her eyes. “Is that all?” She stood back a few steps and squared her shoulders. “Voltare, intvirae, solpedium, stependae!” She repeated the phrase three more times and walked to the ‘wall’. “Done.”

She reached out and they found it was gone. They ran.



She raked his back with her fingernails, and pushed him up to sitting with his legs out in front of him. “I wanna take you.” She grinned and climbed on his lap. Just before squaring herself there, she stuck her hand between them and led his dick into her. The whole time, they stared into each other’s eyes. She started to piston herself on his pole, rapidly; never losing the eye contact.

Quickly, his back was in tatters, blood pouring freely. “Fuck me, Buffy! Fuck me!”

She reached down and grabbed his balls. He closed his eyes. Pain on his back from the fingernails that were embedding themselves in his skin, pleasure from her bouncing heat on his dick. It was euphoric.

She leaned in and sucked on his neck. “Come, Spike.”

He shifted into game face and pulled her off him. Throwing her on her back, he collapsed on her and shoved his entire length into her. She screamed. Looking up at him, as he was slamming away, she reached up and ran her fingers over his face, feeling every bump. “Do you want it, Buffy? Do you? DO YOU?” He bellowed.

She couldn’t speak, so she pulled him down to her neck and waited, moaning all the while. He looked up one more time, into her face, so full of love and he saw the tears falling from her eyes. With a growl, he leaned down and sank his fangs deep into her neck.

She convulsed, but felt no pain. They both stilled as met each other when they came. He drank slowly, not taking anything other than for passion. He let go, pulling his teeth out, lapping at her until the marks were mostly closed.

He looked at her.



Chapter 14

Xander threw the door to the crypt open and the sound echoed. Lit candles covered surfaces here and there, and the little group wandered around looking for their quarry.

Riley called out, “Buffy?”

No answer. Giles reached down and grabbed the lid to the trapdoor and threw it open as well. One by one, they climbed the ladder down and waited, adjusting their eyes to the darkness. “Do you think they uh, you know?” Xander whispered to Willow.

“I don’t know.” She sounded more worried than anything else. Walking forward, she called out, “Buffy? Are you down here?”

They heard scrambling and walked further in, weapons drawn, just in case. Finally, an answer came. “I’m here Willow. What are all of you doing here?”

A Zippo was flicked on offering a small amount of light. On the bed sat, fully clothed, Buffy and Spike. The bed was mussed, pillows and sheets were all over, but other than that, and a dark shadow on her face, nothing seemed out of place.

Tension was dreadful; you could feel it in the air, cut it with a knife. Spike got up and started lighting candles. The group came over and stood before her. Giles spoke first. “We came, Buffy, because you are under a terrible spell, a residual of the seeing truth that you had earlier. We came with the antidote.” He held up a bottle before her weakly.

Willow held her hand up. “No, Giles, wait. You’re all under a spell, or we, or whatever. I mean, when Xander and I were sucked into the dimensional portal thingy we saw a lot of things. Ethan Rayne is controlling you from the prison that the Initiative has him in. He’s feeding you fake prophecies, making all of us turn on Buffy.” She paused.

Buffy’s mouth gaped open. “You believed a prophecy you got from Ethan of all people?” She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “That is so unlike you, Giles.”

Giles sputtered and stuttered, his eyes searching the room for the words he wanted to say, and in the end, he just started cleaning his glasses. “I’m sorry,” he said inaudibly and with a lot of remorse.

Willow grabbed the bottle out of his possession and held it up in front of him. “This would kill Buff. And then where would you be, huh Mister?”

Xander all the while nodded slowly.

Riley sighed looking heavenward. “I just want to understand this. Buffy really likes spending time with the Bleached Undead here, and apparently really hates me now. And, we almost killed her with that potion we conjured up earlier? We’re the bad guys?” He leaned back on the stand next to the bed.

Xander smiled regretfully, “Unfortunately, Soldier Boy, yeah.”

Spike crawled back in the bed, behind Buffy. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his head in the crook of her neck. “Do you hear that, pet? You like me…” His breath on her neck was driving her nuts. She smiled and made a happy noise.

She heard Giles muttering, “How could I have been so blind?”

Buffy slinked out of Spike’s grasp and went to her Watcher. “It’s okay, Giles. I understand now, everything was all crazy, and I get it.”

He looked at her pointedly, “But Spike?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean he’s evil, even though he’s been known to help every so often, or when it suits his purpose. You cannot tell me you have actual feelings for him?” He raised his hands to accent the point.

“Feelings? Yes. Where they’re going? I don’t know. All I know is that been the only person that has been there for me throughout this whole ordeal. That’s important to me. When everyone else has to leave and let me figure things out for myself and not tell me the whole truth, and he’s the one person who will care enough to tell me all the truth, then yeah, I want to spend time with him.” She took a deep breath. “Can we not do this right now?”

Xander smiled, “Yeah, Buffy, we’ll let you alone for now. How about we all meet at Giles’ in the morning?”

Everyone murmured their agreements and slowly they all left.

She jumped when she felt Spike’s hand on her shoulder. He wagged his eyebrows at her. “How about another toss or two?”

She smiled. “Well, since you had to twist my arm…”

They fell to the bed laughing.



Joyce was in the kitchen, sitting on a bar stool at the island when she walked in the backdoor. “Long night?”

Buffy nodded. “I had a coup to kill me by my best friends, unbeknownst to them. All in all, it was quite the night.” She rolled her shoulders as she looked in the fridge for something to eat. “Do we have any of those little frozen toaster strudels?”

“Yep, top shelf.” Joyce got up and emptied the coffee cup she’d been drinking from into the sink and rinsed it out. “I have to go the gallery today for a few hours. I’ll be back by 10.”

Buffy turned away from the counter where she had been toasting her breakfast. “You aren’t supposed to go back for a while I thought.”

“Just bookwork dear, I promise.” She stopped for a minute. “By the way, yesterday, some flowers came for you when I was out. There by the front door.”

Curious, Buffy smiled and bounced toward the front of the house.

Her mother hugged her after she put on a light jacket. “See you in a little while.”

“Bye!”

Buffy reached for the card on the dozen blood red roses. She read it.


Dear Buffy,

I know we talked about it and we’re not supposed to be together, but I’ve been giving it a lot of thought, and I’ve decided that you and I can be together.
Wait, that didn’t come out right. I know you’re the Slayer, and I’m a vamp, but hell, Buffy, I love you. I don’t know when and I don’t know how, but I do. Hell, Dru knew before me, remind me to tell you about that sometime. Anyway, here are some lovely roses, and I hope that you love them as much as I love you.

Spike

p.s. If you want to spar or something later today, come on over, I’ll be waiting for you.

She held the card to her chest and smiled. Heading toward the basement, she made her plans to surprise a certain vampire.



Chapter 15

A man, clothed all in back, flew headfirst into an old tombstone, shattering the top part clean off. A flashy blonde toppled over the headstone in a kind of flip, landing on her feet. Grabbing the man by the collar, she flipped him up, punching him repeatedly in the face, and started to drag him to the nearest crypt. As he near the street lamp, his features morphed into something less than human. Fangs and eyebrows, cursed into something despicable, shone in the new light. Reaching in her waistband, she grabbed a shard of wood and plunged it into the man’s heart and watched as he dissipated into dust.

Wiping her hands together, she walked away. On the other side of the crypt, she bent down to help out a newly conscious friend. Well, not exactly a friend.

“Hey.”

“I almost had him, Buffy.” Spike wiped his mouth, smearing some blood.

“Did he hurt you bad, Spike?” Buffy’s concern would have been more touching if she wasn’t trying not to laugh the whole time. “I mean getting smacked around by an itty bitty vamp, bad for your rep.”

He smiled at her cockily, “Yeah, I know. Care to go home and watch a movie? Think this place is about done for the night.”

She beamed at him, and his heart, if it could beat, would have just stopped, she was that beautiful. “Yeah, let’s go tiger.”

Sliding her hand into his, they headed for the Summers house.


When they got there, they found Joyce in the living room, sitting on the sofa, eating popcorn, and drinking milk. Buffy grimaced. “I don’t care how old I get, that still is about the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my whole life.” She walked over and gave her mom a kiss on the cheek.

Spike followed behind her, and in the house lights, the bruising was looking a lot worse. Blood was smearing from one side of his face to the other, some dripping from a deeper cut. Joyce looked up. “Spike, you’re bleeding. Buffy, go get him cleaned up, he looks horrible.”

Buffy walked into the kitchen and got a towel and wet it for him. Grabbing the first aid kit, always kept at the ready, she walked back into the living room and sat down next to him. Looking up at her mother, she smiled, “How are you feeling tonight, Mom?”

Joyce rubbed her forehead, “I’ve got a headache that won’t quit. I was thinking about taking a pill and going to bed, but something’s mining for gold up there, so I’m now watching a movie.” She smiled at her daughter. “How was patrolling?”

Already setting butterfly bandages on Spike’s face, she looked back at her mom. “Fine, Mom. Spike decided that he was going to take on a whole mess of vamps while I was dealing with a mechanical problem—“

Spike looked over to Joyce, “What she’s saying about a mechanical problem was her stake. She got it caught in between a tombstone and the ground and was trying to pull it out. Finally, after much yelling from me, she grabbed the one out of her pants and flipped over my way. Real peach she is.”

“You love me, Spikey, and you know it.”

Joyce smiled at the playful banter between the two and looked over to the television. All of the sudden a sharp pain pierced her brain, which Buffy noticed right away. Grabbing the phone from behind her, she called 911 immediately. “I need an ambulance, right away. It’s my mom, she’s just got out of brain surgery and she’s having some sort of attack. Someone help us, please!”

Handing the phone to Spike, she grabbed her mom and held her close and she was almost rigid. Tears were coursing down her face as she smoothed her hair. “Hold on, Mom. Hold on.”

The paramedics came in a moment later, placing Joyce on a gurney, and taking her out to the ambulance.

Spike held Buffy, only for a moment, before she grabbed her coat and started out the door. From behind her, came a pulsing blue light and a shrill scream. She turned and watched.

Something was trying to come through what looked like a portal. Wiping her eyes, she waited, ready to take it on and get to the hospital. She wasn’t expecting what was to come.

A moment later Buffy was facing herself.