A/N: Thanks to BTL! And a huge thanks to all reading and leaving me messages. Your lovely words really give me the confidence to do this! Two updates in one day - apologies for it being late - internet problems!


Spike sat up, yanking Buffy with him. His arms were like iron vice-grips, created a cool prison that Buffy could merely struggle against.

“Boyfriend?” he repeated silkily, azure blue eyes darkening in anger.

Buffy was silent.

Spike deliberately tightened his hold on Buffy, causing her to yelp in pain.

“What boyfriend, luv?”

Spike was seething with rage.

A boyfriend? Another guy had touched her, held her, kissed her?

He began growling, deep rumbles that excited and worried Buffy as she lay on his chest, weak and confused over the past few days.

Spike lightly shook her, conscious of that fact she was tender, but the red-hot fury he felt towards the mystery boyfriend was so intense. He felt like snapping heads off, brawling with any bloody poof that got in his way until he finally found his prey, torturing the guy with railroad spikes to make sure he understood why he was the feared William the Bloody.

He grinned slightly despite his dark mood, smiling when he thought of draining the boy slowly, cutting into his flesh so slowly that he felt every ounce of pain, his screams music to Spike’s ears.

Buffy looked up at Spike, and saw the destructive and vengeful thoughts that flitted over his face and frowned.

“Nuh-uh. I won’t tell you! You’ll kill him!”

Spike looked down at his suddenly responsive captive, noting her passionate eyes, her flushed face, blonde tendrils of hair swirling around her, giving her an almost ethereal light.

He chuckled, caressing her face with soft fingers, pressing a light kiss to her temple.

Buffy shivered, closing her eyes languidly, her body warm from his tender actions.

Suddenly her eyes snapped open, green eyes piercing as she stared back at Spike.

“No you don’t, mister! You can’t... you can’t just touch me and try and make me forget that you’re going to try and find my boyfriend! Promise me you won’t touch him!”

Spike chuckled, amused at Buffy’s protests.

“Not bloody likely, luv. He’s not your boyfriend anymore, and once I find him, he’ll wish he’d never met you.”

He slipped into his fangs; saliva dripping as he eagerly anticipated the delight he would take in ripping the whelp apart.

“He’ll never know what hit him.” He puffed his chest out slightly. “Being killed by a master vampire”.

Buffy snorted, rolling her eyes muttering. “I wouldn’t hold your breath. If you had any that is.”

Spike lifted her head up, forcing her to face him. His gold eyes flashed until he reined his demon in, placating him with the promise of violence later. Blue eyes now regarded Buffy, as Spike tilted his head to one side, curiously watching her.

“What d’ya mean, pet?”

Buffy shifted, obviously uncomfortable with the sudden questioning into her love life.

“Well… I think you know my boyfriend. He’s Dru’s sire…”

Spike sat, his body frozen in shock as he absorbed this in.

“Angelus?” he spat incredulous. “Peaches is your BOYFRIEND?!”

With a roar he tossed Buffy off him, and jumped up to begin pacing the room. Spike felt anger swell inside him, making him to go wild. With a growl, he flung a table across the room, ripping accompanying furniture into small shards as he felt the jealousy bubble up inside of him.

The thought of the brooding bastard touching Buffy, watching her smile, dance… the images were too much.

Snarling, he leapt towards the bed, grabbing Buffy and harshly throwing her against the headboard. He panted unnecessarily as he nuzzled and growled at her neck.

Buffy yelped, understanding that this was not the caring Spike that had just cradled her in his arms. This Spike was acting on rage, feral; a pure demon pissed as hell at the thought of Angel being her boyfriend.

“You’re MINE!” he yelled, shaking her as she failed to answer. “Not HIS!”

Buffy nodded slightly, terrified at the vicious man tossing her about like a rag-doll.

All euphoria at finding her new powers had disappeared, all the pleasure she had felt at Spike’s sexual tutorage had evaporated – Buffy felt helpless, exposed, and petrified.

As Buffy began to struggle, she saw Spike’s beautiful features shift, the ridges on his forehead and glint of gold promising pain. Her body grew rigid, frozen in a cold panic as Spike’s fangs descended, puncturing her golden flesh. A shooting pain ran through her body, and Buffy scrunched up her eyes in terror, convinced she was about to die.

Spike only took one long pull of her blood, leaving her feeling light-headed and floating, relaxed despite the violent situation. Buffy looked up dazedly at Spike’s golden eyes as he pulled back.

“Say it!” he rasped, licking the potent blood from his fangs as he felt her power thrum through his veins. “Say you’re mine,” he urged, anxious to show Angelus the Slayer was his.

His only.

Buffy whimpered when Spike sat up, leaving her body aching for his touch as he simply stared at her. She closed her eyes, a single tear escaping, rolling down her cheek as she found herself trapped in this nightmare.

“Never,” she whispered, before Spike hit her, the blow making her fall into darkness, unconscious.


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Buffy awoke to any empty bed, closing her eyes tightly as she found herself still in the mansion.

Please let it be a dream, please, pretty please!

She chanted vehemently, digging her nails into the palms of hands as she wished. Opening one eye a crack, she winced as she was sucker punched once more by the reality of the situation.

Still imprisoned? Check. Pain? Double check. Problems with your captor?

Don’t even get me started.

Sitting up, Buffy groaned, flexing muscles sore from her fight with Spike the day before. She carefully inspected each wound, anxious to see if they were healing. As her small hands travelled upwards, her fingers grazed the bite-marks on her neck, gingerly tracing the two perfect holes that now marred her delicate skin. She shivered, yanking her hands away as she pulled the comforter around her body.

“I can’t believe he bit me! Stupid vampire… I’m not a snack y’know!” Buffy began to grumble, as she snuggled back into the duvet. Her eyes wandered over the rumpled sheets, images flashing through her mind of last night.

Her body writhing in passion from Spike’s talented touch…

The gleam in his eye as he had traced the curves of her body…

His bare chest…

Buffy placed her hand on Spike’s side of the bed and gulped, tears pooling in her troubled eyes.

“I can’t believe he left me… after all that,” she whispered.

Suddenly the door opened, and she smoothed her hair back from her face, ready to face whatever Spike threw at her, determined not to show any weakness in front of the cocky vampire.

She was surprised to see a young woman scurry in, balancing a large tray of food in one hand and a package in the other. With a frown, she glanced around, looking for a possible weapon to defend herself if needed and falling short.

Buffy started scowling at the vampire that nervously stood before her, jumping out of bed to adopt a defensive pose.

“Slay… Slayer,” she greeted with a tremor in her voice, “My name is Elise, and I shall not harm you. I have been sent by the Master to feed you and to provide you with anything you may require.”

Buffy’s stomach growled, yet she continued to look pointedly at the new vampire, her green eyes narrowing with annoyance.

“Did he now?” she remarked dryly. “And why can’t the Master deal with me himself?”

The women flinched, and took a few steps away from the angry blond. She had no wish to take on the Slayer, injured or not.

“He is sleeping, as it is a few hours until sunrise. He wishes for you to regain your strength for your battle.”

Buffy laughed, casually taking the plate of food that had been provided and began to tuck in.

“Let me get this straight,” she began, a smile on her pale face, “Spike told you,” she pointed her fork at the vampire, “To be my hired help for when I kick his ass?”

Elise nodded her head in earnest. “The Master is very busy and wanted to ensure you are well cared for in his absence.”

Buffy snorted, her eyes disbelieving, as she continued to wolf down her food with an alarming speed. “Sure.”

Once finished, she stood, stretching, as she advanced towards the obviously nervous woman hovering by the door.

“So Elise, what are the chances I could get an axe, a sword, and a lighter?”


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Spike had been pacing for hours, his abandoned duster was flung across a chair, taking constant drags of his cigarette until it burned to the butt, before whipping out another and smoking it furiously.

What the bleedin’ hell is wrong with you, mate? Trying to claim a slayer for heaven’s sake!

Spike stopped dead in his steps, incredulous at what had happened hours before. He’d not even claimed Dru for crying out loud, what on earth had possessed him to try it with a stupid chit like the Slayer?

Spike resumed his pacing.

Got to stay away from her.

Just until he figured out why he felt so much for the little blonde that was tucked up in a room above him. Of course he wanted her, who the bloody hell wouldn’t? The problem was, he wanted her too much, felt for her, liked her, even had goddamn fun with her.

It had to stop.