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Lyrics by 2Pac and House of Pain


Chapter Five


Buffy’s demon was dancing a jig when it realized what Spike was intending on doing. Could it get any better, a master vampire desiring to couple with her. But first, fun and foreplay.

Taking the slayer/vampire by the hand Spike lead her back into the Bronze. The music assaulted them as they entered. Fast and furious the beat was, it beckoned them to the dance floor.

They moved to the pull of the music, bodies molding as one, swaying in a sultry rhythm. Limbs wrapped around limbs, as hands caressed and ghosted over other parts. Lips embraced as fangs nicked cool flesh. The air was thick with their growing need for release.

Spike dragged Buffy from the mingling bodies, up the winding staircase onto the dark, deserted balcony. Snaking his hand through her golden tresses he forcefully pulled her mouth to his, trapping her in a brutal kiss, pulling her legs up to wrap around his waist.

Walking back to support their bodies against a wall, Spike slipped into game face as he nipped and sucked along her supple neck. Buffy raked her fingers through his gelled head, pulling at the loose curls at the nape of his neck.

Wanting a taste of this creature writhing beneath him he slowly sunk his fangs into her neck. A low growl pushed through her kiss-swollen lips and her hips bucked against his erection.

The Slayer's blood coating his tongue, traveling down his throat, was making him painfully hard. It had been way to long since he last tasted it’s intoxicating mixture, pure ambrosia. But Buffy’s blood was different.

It wasn’t spicy like the Chinese bint, or saucy and rich like the bird in NY. The vampire pressed against the wall with her head pulled back, her throat bared and his fangs in her neck tasted sweet, like honey. And strong like power. Pure unadulterated power.

Groaning he freed himself from his denim-clad prison, as Buffy clawed at his leather covered back, arching into his touch. Ripping her wisp of fabric from her sopping cleft he surged inside, not taking the least bit of care for her deflowering.

Gasping in pain and pleasure Buffy’s arousal was aided by the scent of her own blood in the air. She started to rock her hips with each thrust Spike pounded into her, grunting, smacking, and clawing to their desperately sought release.

Spike slipped his hand between their connected bodies, manipulating her clit with his thumb and forefinger, rubbing then pulling on it roughly.

Growling she screamed her release into the nightclub, as her demon surged forth sinking her fangs into Spike’s waiting neck.

Feeling fangs inside him sent Spike over the edge as he roared sending his release into Buffy’s waiting depths. Taking three deep pulls of blood Buffy muffled, “Mine”.

Without thought Spike replied “yours”.

Attacking Buffy’s neck, Spike pulled her blood into his mouth retuning the claim as she accepted. Legs falling limp he held her in place with his body, as they where still intimately connected, licking his puncture wounds closed he nuzzled her neck.

“Don’t know what the hell just happened. But it looks like your stuck with me for eternity luv.”

“Oh, and here I thought claiming you was only intended for tonight,” she amused rolling her eyes.

Pulling back he looked into her eyes, she was a fiery one. God he was thrilled to have her. So many things to teach her and open her eyes too, eternity never looked so good.

“Let’s get a spot to eat. Tracking you all night I didn’t have time to feed.”

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“Eh, we ain’t looked in here yet.” Xander exclaimed walking towards a warehouse, pushing the door open they walked inside.

Cordelia followed, looking around the dark area.

“Well, obviously there’s nobody here.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said advancing upon her wrapping his arm around her waist as he pulled her flush against his chest. She couldn’t help the small sigh the emanated from her as she huskily whispered.


“What are you doing?”

“What I set out to do since I saw you, boo,” the would be rapper explained locking his gaze upon her lips.

Xander backed the spandex clad cheerleader into a large crate close to them, laying her back on it’s top. He started to lay open-mouthed kisses upon her jaw line, as he ground his erection into her mound. Reaching her ear he started to whisper.

“Unconditional Love, Talking bout the stuff that don't wear off,” he paused to seductively lick his lips. “It don't fade… “

Xander’s smooth monotone voice sent shivers down Cordelia’s spine. Pulling his lips from her ear, she greedily sought his mouth for a bone-shattering kiss. Moaning into each other’s mouths, Xander brought his hand up to caress the soft supple breast covered in the stretchy material.

Cordelia rocked her hips against his rigid shaft, trying to release the pressure that was slowly building between her legs.

“Oh, god! you are the master, Xan,” she gasped out between kisses.

So caught up in the heavy make-out session neither one of them heard the door to the warehouse being pushed open, or the creatures that entered being attracted by their grunts and groans.

“Oh, look at you, shaking, moaning, dry humping. All hot and bothered.”

The two stopped, looking up at the would be intruder. Cordelia whimpered hiding her face in Xander’s T-shirt.

“Yo, see peep this. I was all with the sweet-talking, about to hit it, and you come bustin up in here ruinin my fun. What’s with that, yo?”

Spike raised his scarred brow taking the whelp in, this night just kept getting stranger, first a turned Slayer and now this, pee wee the rapping dweeb.

“Riiiight. So sorry to stomp on your fun. But you see here, my mate and I are hungry. And I promised my boys here a little action too.”

The monsters huddled Xander and Cordelia into the far wall of the warehouse, as Spike and Buffy advanced upon them in game face.

“A, Xan, I think now would be definitely a good time to use your gun.”

Xander reached into his cargo pocket and pulled out his mic, grimacing a plan formed in his mind.

“Yeah, boy.”

He began to bob his head up and down as distant music could be heard in the background. The monsters stopped their advance, turning their necks to each other in confusion.

Xander raised the microphone to his mouth as his body moved to the sway of the music.

“We gonna rock it like old school….” He said pulling a black skull cap from his back pocket, then placing it on his head, “Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin. I came to win, battle me that's a sin. I won't ever slack up, punk you better back up…”

Shrugging their shoulders the monsters started to groove to the rhythm.

“What the bloody hell?”

“Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up. Get up, stand up (c'mon!) c'mon throw your hands up. If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone's talking junk Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's hoe. Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop…”

Strobe lights started to flash from unseen locations, as Xander started to jump slightly in the air, the monsters following his lead did the same.

“He really is good.” Cordelia shouted to no one in particular.

Swaying to the beat Buffy couldn’t help but to rap along.

“What are you doing? This is dinner, not entertainment,” Spike objected pointing towards Xander.

“Please, party now, eat later.”

“Sho' nuff, I got props From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops. I came to get down, I came to get down. So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! Jump around! Jump around! Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump….”

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“Now, tell me how to stop the spell,” Giles demanded standing over the defeated form sprawled on the floor.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood Ethan wiped at his wound, looking at his finger he tried to smirk.

“Janus. Break its statue.”

Giles rushed over to the idol, picking it up over his head, he smashed it down onto the hard slate floor. Tiny shards splintered then scattered across the ground, leaving a small hum of music in their wake.

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“Oh, my god… Angel.” Willow cried out from underneath his form.

Stilling his movements as concern and worry spread over his face, “Willow?”

Her brain quickly began to filter images from the night, the boy/demon attacking the older woman, Lady Red taking over, and Angel’s responses to her dominance.

Willow quickly decided she liked her alter ego better than the real her.

A small smile tickled her lips. “It’s Lady Red.”

Grunting in approval Angel continued with his mistress’ orders.

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“I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe. If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoe. Word to your moms…”

Xander paused, blinking his eyes as the music died out and the lights stopped flashing. The warehouse filled with the whimpers of children crying for their mommy’s.

“What the heck just happened?”

Buffy looked over at Spike, who was eyeing her up trying to place her next move. He has sensed soon as she returned to “normal” Buffy.

A delicious smile graced her lips as she took his hand in hers. Flashing some fang she mouthed, “Let’s get out of here.”

Slipping out unnoticed by the two teens who where herding up the children to take them back to the school, the blonde duo walked down the ally way back towards the warehouse.

Stiffening Spike realized he hadn’t thought about his dark goddess the whole night. He was so engrossed in his new mate, his sunshine, which he plum forgot about Drusilla. Sensing his despair Buffy squeezed their intertwined hands tighter.

“What’s with the what?”

“It’s nothing. I just forgot about Drusilla. How’s she’s going to react to this news.”

Growling and eyes flickering gold, Buffy pushed Spike against a parked car. Ripping his neck to the side as she straddled his hips, she sunk her fangs into his neck. “MINE!” She growled retracting her teeth as she licked her wounds closed.

“Yours baby, always and forever. Loony toon will just have to deal. I’m not going to lie to you. I do love my wicked plum, but it’s a sire/childe love. Not what I have for you.”

Pleased with her mate’s answer Buffy released him from her grip; standing up straight Spike took her hand again as they walked back home.

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A/N Ok, I had much fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy it as much! Let me know what you think. I do have a sequel bouncing around in my head, it will explain more on how she stayed a vamp, and other stuff.

Name: Gothchick
Seasons: season 2

Challenge: 42

Do you remember the episode where the dress that Ethan sold Buffy turned her into an old-fashioned kind of a girl for Halloween? Well, what if she had second thoughts about the dress and decided that she wanted to make fun of her whole destiny by getting something else from Ethan shop, Instead she gets fake fangs and fake blood so she can be a vampire for Halloween. So when Ethan spell turns Buffy into a vampire who else does she run into than none other than our favorite vampire, Spike. (Vampire!Spike + Vampire!Buffy = Trouble for Sunnydale with lots of Spuffy goodness.)

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Spike & Buffy claiming each other and staying together.