A/N: Huge hugs to Bloody Tears of Life. She has been a constant guide of help and knowledge! Thank you!


So sorry about the huge delay! Ontop of internet problems, there was a problem with my work and luckily with the fantastic help of my beta it was re-worked. I hope it's up to scratch! Thank you for all your reviews, for my first fic, its so great having feedback! Thanks! P.S. A big thank you to Izzy. She left me a wonderful message that really inspired me to get on writing!



Buffy awoke to a dark, cool room, her head throbbing painfully. She struggled to sit up, dizziness engulfing her as she almost fainted.

“Hush pet,” a disembodied voice ordered softly, a pale hand pushing her lightly back down on the bed she lay on.

“What?” Buffy’s feeble response died on her lips as she saw Spike move from the chair next to her and slid into bed, shrugging off his black shirt.

Buffy’s eyes widened, taking into account the rippling muscles in front of her. He chuckled at her admiring looks, and she blushed, sinking back into the comfortable pillows. Spike brushed her hair off her face, gathering the limp and weakened Slayer into his arms.

“Why… Why are you doing this?” Buffy asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Spike clenched his arms around her fragile body as she stiffened. He growled, angry at her rejection.

“I told you Slayer. I like you. I want you as mine.”

Buffy closed her eyes at this, too weak to argue. Spike smiled as she relaxed her body and pulled her back into his embrace, closing his eyes, feeling the all too familiar tug of sunrise. Just as he began to drift off to sleep, he felt Buffy shift to face him.

“I’ll never be yours.”

Spike opened one eye lazily, regarding the beauty who frowned at him.

“We’ll see,” he mumbled, falling asleep, still sniggering at Buffy’s retort.

Don’t hold your breath! Buffy thought as she too succumbed to dreams.

Exhausted at the events of the night, the Slayer curled up in a master vampire’s protective arms.


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Spike awoke to an empty bed and immediately snarled, snapping up and sniffing the air deeply.

“Bloody bint! How dare she leave! She needs to be taught a lesson,” he growled as he strode towards the bathroom and slammed the door open.

Buffy jumped as she turned from the sink where she had been washing her face. She scowled angrily at the intrusion.

“Geez. Rude much?”

She kicked the door shut, leaving a furious vampire, staring in disbelief at the closed door.


That’s it Slayer…


He growled again and pulled the door off its hinges. Before Buffy could react, he strode forward and swept her up in his arms, slinging her over his shoulder.

“Hey!” she protested, weakly pounding on his back. But still drained from yesterday’s exertions, her little fists did little damage.

Spike threw her on the bed, grabbed chains from the bedside table and snapped the cold clasps around her delicate wrists, fixing them securely to the heavy bed. She stared at him, sputtering at his man-handling of her.

“I thought that I was meant to get better, not be chained up like an animal!” she exclaimed, scooting back to rest on the headboard.

Spike inched up the bed until he was face to face with the Slayer.

“Listen and listen closely as I’m only gonna say this once. You don’t move, you don’t leave, you don’t act unless I say so. If you disagree with these rules, we’ll see how you feel once I bring back the mangled remains of your beloved friends in teeny, tiny, pieces.” He glared at Buffy whose dark forest green eyes were almost black as she trembled with barely constrained anger. She leant forward to meet Spike, their mouths almost touching.

“Bite me,” she spat.

With a roar, Spike snatched Buffy’s tank top off, his eyes devouring the pretty underwear that caressed her breasts, mounds of golden skin begging to be tasted, licked, sucked. He growled, trailing one finger above her right breast, chuckling at her gasp of indignation.

“Don’t tease me now, luv. I might just take you up on that offer.”

Buffy yelled, screaming with frustration as she tried to escape from her constraints, eyes flashing.

“Get off me! You wait, the moment I get these frickin’ chains off me, you’re gonna be dust!”

Spike grinned, watching her chest rise and fall deliciously as she panted for breath.

“But until then, you’re my little docile slave, sweetling.” He shifted into his vampiric guise, kissing her hard, his fangs punishing Buffy for her outburst, nicking her face.

Calming down Spike broke off the kiss, and began soothing the cuts with his eager tongue.

“You’ve been warned, pet,” he rumbled, suddenly serious.

He grabbed one breast, his hand squeezing the mound until Buffy shrieked with pleasurable pain. He snarled, nipping the covered bud with his teeth before rolling off the bed and striding out the door without a second glance.


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Buffy had been left alone for two days. Two mind-numbing, colourless days.

Spike has tossed away his ‘play thing’ already, hmm? she thought indignantly.

The bitterness that this thought brought to her head was simply more motivation to break free and regain her freedom.

Not before kicking him right where it hurts.

Minions, on their Master’s commands, had watched the Slayer from sunrise to sundown, silently observing the lithe figure as she embarked on a gruelling exercise program.

To them, it was simply a measure to stop her nerves, a release from pent up energy.

For Buffy, it was for survival. The indignity and shame Buffy had felt since Spike’s tussle days ago had not quelled her desire, her deep and consuming need to rebel, to claim back her freedom and get revenge on her captor.

Granted, her life was party to patrols, slaying, a constant fear of the next apocalypse– Buffy grimaced as she continued her push-ups – one hundred and one, one hundred and two.

Breathe.

But Buffy was determined to escape Spike’s petty prison. Then she’d show him who was boss. She huffed, angry at the weakness that appeared when a certain blond vampire sprung to mind.

Why was she so slow to act when it came to him? It was so simple - you see a vamp, you stake it, dust and dandy. Job done.

Buffy frowned.

So why did she feel funny at the thought of staking Spike?

She must be intrigued. After all, it’s not every day you see a one hundred old year old corpse who models himself on Billy Idol.

Buffy began to giggle at this thought, leaving the minion outside bewildered as to what made the Slayer laugh so happily. Buffy wiped the tears from her eyes and began her push-ups again.

“Two hundred and eighty, two hundred and eighty-one…”

Sweat beaded on Buffy’s forehead, her green eyes piercingly bright with concentration as she flipped on her back and started a set of sit ups, her muscles tightening at the hard work out, toning her body into that of a warrior. Exhausted, Buffy flopped back, breathing shallowly as she regained her breath.

She closed her eyes, taking a final deep inhalation. She sighed wistfully, yearning for fresh air as her eyes fluttered open to look up at the high ceiling.

The darkening sky, streaked with vibrant violet and gorgeous red hues at sunset flashed in her mind as Buffy smiled, remembering her many nights slaying where she had watched the glittering stars, dreaming of a life that held no constraints, no responsibilities.

The darkness had been her friend, her solace; a chance to be alone and reflect, sitting on a headstone, stroking the carved names of the long forgotten, wondering if they too had felt stifled in their existence.

Her eyes turned bright green glowing pools of pain that focused on the roof that barred Buffy from her desire to see the night’s sky.

Buffy sighed again, not noticing the faint tremors that shook the mansion. Caught up in her troubled musings, it was only when white plaster flakes danced down from the ceiling to lightly cover her face that she realised the roof was crumbling away.

Shocked, she sat up, staring at the ceiling as the centre began to disintegrate. Chimney tiles crashed to the floor, causing panicked yells from minions below.

But Buffy was oblivious, her concentration focused on what was happening above.


As the shaking ceased, all that could be seen in the room was a slight figure, covered in white debris, with a smile on her face as she looked at the glittering sky through the hole in the ceiling.


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Spike was mad. Dru had been screaming bloody murder about the enslaved Slayer being held prisoner in the mansion, and had clawed at Spike, shrieking like a banshee.

“Noooooo! My William! You must kill her – NOW,” Dru demanded.

Spike walked forward, trying to catch her flailing arms as she spun around the room, shaking and cursing.

“I can’t, pet. I’m gonna fight her properly, then I’ll kill the bloody bint,” Spike said wearily, tired of her sudden tantrums.

Dru suddenly spun around, her angry, vicious mood seemingly lulled, as she swayed into his arms, pressing red lips to his neck in a cool, delicious pattern. Her eyes dark and seductive, she enticed Spike into her embrace.

As she trailed her tongue up to his ear, she felt Spike tighten his grip on her, moaning at her skilful ministrations. Dru smiled at her simple efforts to seduce Spike.

“But my dear William,” she wheedled, with saddened, wide eyes. “The stars say she will take you away from me. The darkness is her friend, but she is not mine. You must get rid of her, my sweet,” she murmured softly.

Spike yelped as he felt her fangs slice his neck and she began lapping up his blood. Sighing with pleasure, he tried to reason with his princess. “Pet... No… she stays alive for now.”

With a howl, Dru twisted away, Spike’s blood on her lips as she wiped it away with disdain. “Nooooo! Miss Edith tells me, she KNOWS! I hate you, I hate you! You must kill her for me!”

Spike ran a hand through his hair as he watched Dru go on a rampage, screaming and kicking as she didn’t get her way.

Bloody women.

Suddenly a blond beauty flashed into his mind, and he smiled wistfully. As least she didn’t go crazy when she didn’t get her way. Just used that beautiful pout that made him go bleedin’ weak at the knees.

Suddenly, a strange shaking began from the floor, deep tremors that even Dru noticed; she cowered in the corner of the room rocking back and forth.

When the earthquake stopped a minion ran into the room in a panic. “Master! A hole has appeared in the Slayer’s room!”

With a growl, Spike strode into the corridor, leaving a distraught Dru still curled up in the crevice.“My dear William,” she sobbed. “She begins.”