A/N A little more Harmony related dark sex and violence. Just a warning.

At first there was just instinct. The scent of blood in the air, the taste of it as it dribbled down his tongue. There was no conscious thought as his fangs came out, as they bit into the flesh that was offered to them.

Slowly as the coppery elixir flowed down his throat, thought came. But not human thought.

Unlike Angel his unlife was not a constant battle between his soul and his demon. Rather they existed together in a sort of alliance. After all, it was the demon that had chosen to let the soul back in.

The man, the soul had retreated deep inside during Harmony's blood play knowing that the demon was better equipped to deal with the situation, and knowing that, soul or not, Spike was still physically a vampire. Would still respond as a vampire.

As soon as he began to be conscious, he knew whose blood it was that he tasted. The demon reveled in it. Slayer's blood. Buffy's blood. He could feel her blood coursing through him, making him strong, healing him.

Then he felt her heartbeat begin to waver. The demon, still acting on its own, reigned itself in. Spike the demon had no more desire to hurt Buffy than Spike the man.

Besides, he could smell her arousal and it thrilled him to know that that was how she responded to his bite.

He rolled over to look at her, then drew himself up so he was lying on top of her, their faces level. He was hard, painfully, deliciously hard. He felt as if he could fuck her for days without loosing his erection.

He sucked the blood from his teeth, and began moving against her. Her legs which had been cradling him, stayed open to him, allowing him to run the length of his cock up and down against her damp panties. She moaned, and slid down further under him, bringing her legs around his waist, holding him close. Her hands rose up to trace the ridges of his demon face.

Then he heard it. So quiet, barely audible to him, even with his demon senses. A tiny sound in the bathroom. And he realized for the first time that what he smelled was not the left over scent of Harmony on her discarded clothes, on him, on the bed. But her, still whole, still here, still not dust.

He roared. Rage filled him. The humiliation returned. His demon knew its worth, its viciousness, knew it was better than Harmony, knew that she should never have been able to have an advantage over him. Knew she was meant to be subservient to him.

He pulled away from Buffy, how could he touch her, take her, claim her, if he wasn't worthy of her? She was weak now, but her strength would return and the demon was sure she would look down on him in disdain. This thing that had been made helpless by the pathetic blond demon. But he could make it better, he could be worthy of his golden warrior again.

He got up off of her, off the bed. She wasn't strong enough to hold him, and with her blood in him he was so very strong. He didn't hear her as she called after him.

He had only one goal. Harmony.

There was, after all, a price for everything. The price a vampire paid for eternal youth was loosing its soul, having a demon walk around inside its skin. Never being able to see the light of day again.

At least that was the most commonly talked about price. There was another. To be a vampire was to be caught in a special, violent, bloody, social web. The lone vampire existed, but was rare. Naturally vampires sought out more of their own kind, they formed packs, and once you had any two vampires together, the struggle for dominance began.

It was a deeply disturbing for two vampires to be together without a pecking order being established. Without one dominating the other. Every vampire longed to be the Master, the dominant one, and yet at the same time, there was a secret thrill in being dominated.

Now it was time for Spike to take back his place. To be Master once more.

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She lay there on the bathroom floor, covered in blood, his blood. Helpless, handcuffed to the sink.

She expected the Slayer to come back at any moment and finish her. She couldn't understand why she wasn't dust already.

But it was Spike who entered the bathroom. Still fully naked, and now fully erect. The wounds she had inflicted on him were gone, healed completely. Only his arms, where that other slayer had mutilated him bled.

He looked her over and she could tell that the sight excited him, and angered him. He had dominated her a hundred times before, it wouldn't take much to reassert himself over her, but still, he had wanted to beat her down, to remind her how strong he was. But there was little point with her bound like that.

She looked up at him with large human eyes. "Blondie Bear?" her voice, her scent were smothered in fear.

She lay on her side, so it was easy for him to roll her over onto her stomach with his foot. Then he descended upon her. She tried to be seductive, tried to blunt his anger by showing her willingness, by rubbing her ass against his cock.

He let her think it had worked, gave into it for a moment. But only a moment. As she began to raise her ass again, he shifted above her, positioned his cock above her, and drove deep inside her with all his strength.

She screamed. The sound of her scream, the way she bucked under him once, then tried to hold still to easy the pain was nearly enough to send him over the edge. It had been so long since the demon had gotten to play like this.

Her tight anal passage was dry at first. The friction as he began to pump her painful to both of them. He reveled in it. But it didn't take long for his harsh fucking of her to tear her. And soon her blood acted as a lubricant. But it was before that happened that Harmony started moaning his name.

"Oh, god Spike!"

She was after all a vampire too. Just as he had been aroused by her own aggressive sexual acts, she too responded, although far more emphatically than he had. For both of them this was a return to normality. And despite herself Harmony couldn't help but think that maybe now she would have her Blondie Bear back.

His fangs tore down her back. He didn't bite her, just slit her open and began to lick her wounds, as she had done earlier with the knife.

It was too much for Harmony, he was back. Her Spike. No more of this Slayer nonsense. She would be his again. He would claim her over and over. Her big bad boyfriend who was tougher than any other vampire she had ever met. This was the way things were supposed to be. At that moment she could forgive him anything.

"Spike?"

Harmony's elation was destroyed, only moments before her orgasm was about to hit. The Slayer stood in the doorway watching them, tears rolling down her face, with a little lost girl look that Harmony would have killed to be able to pull off.

From the moment Spike had entered her, Harmony had forgotten about the Slayer. Now Buffy was here, a horrible reminder of all the bad things that had taken her Blondie Bear away from her.

His face changed. The snarling demon Harmony loved replaced by the blue eyes she had loved, before they had been filled with a soul.

"Buffy? Fuck!" Spike swore as he quickly tired to pull himself off and out of Harmony.

"What. . ? No, never mind. I. . . oh God you're Mated aren't you?" the Slayer whimpered and pulled her arms tightly about herself. Harmony noticed that her left arm was bandaged, and the Slayer wasn't looking very steady on her feet. Since they were both ignoring her, Harmony thought this might be a good time to see if she could quietly break the hand cuffs.

"Mated?! God no. Are you daft?" Spike was confused and angry. "How the hell do you even know about Mating?"

"I read about it."

"You READ about it?"

"Hey, I can read you know. Oh, you mean, as in, what's that sort of thing doing in a book. I told you, Watchers have books for everything, including vampire sex lives. And you had this horrible bite mark. . . "

"Which is gone now right pet? Mating marks are permanent, and noticeable, they scar forever," his voice softened for the first time.

Buffy punched him. Even Harmony could tell it wasn't much of a punch, not because they Slayer's heart wasn't in it, but because she was too weak hit him properly. They stared at each other for a moment. Then Buffy ran out of the bathroom crying.

"Buffy?"

"How could you Spike? I mean Harmony? And after what she did to you? Or was that voluntary? A little vampire high-jinx that got out of hand?" the Slayers words were barely understandable through her sobbing. Then she started to yell, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can't. . . we can't have this discussion here. We have to get out of here."

"Buffy?"

"Angel, he's got the placed bugged. Maybe a camera, I don't know. I just, god I don't even want you to see me like this."

After that all Harmony could hear was lots of cursing and bumping sounds. They were leaving, which meant they'd forgotten all about her. Which Harmony couldn't say she really minded, considering. She hadn't made much headway with the cuffs, although she thought that if she gave it a good yank or two she could bust the pipe she was cuffed to. Unfortunately that was likely to cause water to sploosh all over her, and her boots. She really loved those boots, and ruining them would be a last resort.

She was so caught up in her escape she didn't notice when the Slayer came back into the bathroom. Casually Buffy Summers reached into the shower and grabbed her shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Then she turned toward Harmony, stake in hand.

"Just for the record Harm, this isn't for what you did to Spike. This is for what you did to him wearing those boots."

"Hey, I'll have you kno-" but Harmony just wasn't anymore. And Buffy Summers shook the dust off her skirt.