Chapter 3

Buffy choked and gagged, trying to get her breathing under control.

Angelus rolled his eyes. “Okay, you’re going to have to work on that gag reflex. I like my women able to take it all in.”

Her eyes watered from the coughing of having his cock forced down her throat. She lay back against the headboard, wishing that it could just be over.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?”

Buffy’s eyes widened, a look of fear taking over her features.

Angelus grinned, the expression on her face being all that he needed. “Well, I think it was time you learned.”

Buffy tried to dodge his hands, pure relief when the door to his room burst open.

“I need a word with you, Peaches.”

Angelus growled, despising that nickname of Spike’s. “I’m a little busy right now.”

Spike glanced at Buffy, his eyes leering on her naked breasts longer than they should.

Buffy wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling a chill under his gaze.

“Yeah, I can see that. This won’t take long.”

Angelus groaned and stood up, putting his pants on and following Spike out of the room. “What do you want?”

Spike took in a deep, unneeded breath. “I overheard some demons talking at Willy’s tonight. It looks like this town has a Slayer, one that’s apparently been here for years. She’s really secretive, though. Not even a lot of the vamps know what she looks like.”

Angelus silently cursed at this news. “We’ll leave tomorrow; the last thing I want to deal with is a fucking Slayer.”

Spike grinned. “Are you afraid of one girl, Angelus? Incase you’ve forgotten, I’ve killed two of them. I’ve never run from Slayers before, and I’m not about to start now. Don’t worry; chances are that she’ll never even find us. This place has been abandoned for decades, no one comes here.”

As much as he hated to admit it, Spike did have a point.

“Look, why don’t you go out and find yourself someone nice to eat? I’ll stay here with the girl, I’m sure you’re starting to get bored of her.”

Angelus thought about it, then nodded after a moment. “That sounds good to me. You can have some fun with her if you want. You should be used to taking my leftovers.”

Spike glared at his retreating back, glad that he finally decided to leave. “Bloody git,” he said to himself, then headed into Angelus’ room to find her in the same position. She looked scared at his entrance, but also a bit relieved. Spike could tell that she was cold, if her hard nipples were anything to go by. Without giving much thought to his actions, he took his leather duster off and handed it to her. “Here, you should put this on.”

Buffy was confused, but did as he said. The leather felt really good around her, and it was big enough to cover up mostly everything.

Spike sat down in a nearby chair, not knowing what else to do.

Buffy eyed him suspiciously, speaking up after what felt like forever. “Are you a vampire, too?”

Spike was stunned at the sudden sound of her voice, but all he did was nod.

Buffy laughed humorlessly. “I can’t believe any of this. Vampires aren’t supposed to exist, none of this is supposed to be happening. Why did you choose me? I never did anything to deserve this. I just wanna go home. You’re not like him, I know that. You can get me out of here. He’ll…He’ll kill me if you don’t let me go. I’m only nineteen-years-old, I don’t want to die. Please, don’t let him hurt me anymore.” She was openly crying now, but Buffy didn’t care. Nothing mattered if she couldn’t get out of there.

Spike felt something in him break at the sight of her tears, and he didn’t understand it. He made lots of girls cry before; beg for him not to take their life. This was the first girl that ever had the ability to make him feel guilty. Spike groaned and stared up at the ceiling. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He then got up and headed over to the bed, helping Buffy up as well and pulling her out of the room. “Let’s go, we need to hurry before he gets back.”

Buffy was shocked that he was actually willing to help her, but only nodded and let him lead her out of the warehouse.


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“Why can’t I just go home?”

Spike sighed and entered the mansion on Crawford Street, pulling her inside after him. “It’s not safe for you to go home right now. He’ll be able to track you down there, then your family would be at risk. I know you don’t want that. This is the safest place I could find. I’ve been staying here some nights, Angelus never even knew.”

Buffy looked around at her new surroundings. “What’s to stop him from finding me here?”

“It’s protected; no other demons will be allowed to enter. I had a feeling that I might end up needing a safe place to hide from Angelus.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You planned on leaving him?”

Spike shrugged. “Thought about it, I never wanted to stay forever. I just don’t have anyone else, not since Drusilla took off. He’s all the family I have left.”

Buffy felt a little bad for him. “Drusilla was your girlfriend, right?”

He nodded, desperately wanting to change the subject. “You can take the bedroom I’ve been using. I’ll come back to check on you later, there should be some clothes in there. I’m sure you can find something that would fit.”

“You’re going back? What are you going to tell him?” she wondered.

“I’ll think of something, but you have to promise that you’ll stay here. You’ll be safe here, okay?”

Buffy nodded. “I promise, just be careful. Thank you,” she stated, giving him a hug.

Spike was taken by surprise, but found himself wrapping his arms around her. It only lasted for a few seconds, but he could have held her forever. “You should get some rest,” he told her, running his fingers down her leather clad arm. “Keep the coat. It looks better on you, anyway.”

Buffy smiled when he walked away, feeling that she was finally safe.


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Spike hoped that he could make it back before Angelus returned, but there was no such luck when he found the elder vampire waiting for him.

“You’re such a disappointment, William. Imagine my surprise when I came back to find both you and the girl gone. Now, you know better than to piss me off.” He grabbed Spike by the shirt, getting into his face. “Where the fuck is she?”