Blue Eyed Saviour by Inzey
 
 
Chapter #1 - Chapter 1
 
A/N: Spike and Drusilla are not together and have notbeen for a long time. Spike is less evil, cause I can't write him evil. I've tweaked the timeline so that he Spring Fling dance is on a Saturday, cause that fits a little better here.
Thanks to LisFayte, who is a great beta!
Discalimer: Not mine (Only when I sleep), all belong to Joss and his friends!

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A silent shadow moved stealthily about in the dark alley, amber eyes scanning the blackness of the night. His form was clothed in black, leather and sex appeal. His hair was peroxide blonde, almost lighting up the alley. He was not too tall, nor was he short. He was lean and muscular, power radiating from his whole being.

A soft sigh caught his attention, and piercing blue eyes scanned the mouth of the alley. A small, lithe girl moved into the alley, leaning her back against the rough brick wall. Blonde hair like spun gold flowed down to her shoulders, and full lips were poised in a delicious pout. The visible skin was golden, tanned from being out in the sun. She wore a pair of dark jeans and a mans leather jacket.

Spike put his hands in the pockets of his beloved leather duster, and swaggered forth, a small smirk plastered on his face. The girl opened her eyes, as if sensing him, and brilliant hazel eyes met his sapphire ones.

“ ‘lo pet,” he said, smirk growing wider. “What's a tasty ‘lill morsel like yourself doing out at this time of the night?” She glanced at him with a look that shouted ‘whatever, like I care.’

“What? You gonna feed from me? Drain me dry and leave the leftovers to be found by the good people of Sunnydale tomorrow?” she asked, closing her eyes, but not before he got a look of eyes quickly filling with tears. He masked his surprise of her knowing he was a vampire and her tears. He tilted his head and gave her a curious look.

“No, pet, not feeling peckish right now,” he said, and her eyes shot open, shock and surprise filling them.

“Well, that's a first,” she said, softly shaking her head. Spike only raised an eyebrow.

“Why so sad, luv?” he asked, honest curiosity shining in his midnight blue eyes. He was shocked to find himself wanting to know what bothered this young girl, a girl who should have been drained by now, his fangs buried in her neck. He was even more shocked to find himself feeling possessive and protective of the blonde. The feelings bothered him, but he didn't show it.

“.....and then Giles and Angel said...” she said, before he cut her off. Apparently she had been talking and he hadn't been paying attention. No surprise there, with her voice. ‘Voice of an angel,’ he thought to himself. A second later his eyes widened slightly as he caught up with what he had thought. ‘Voice of an angel! Next you'll recite poetry, you ponce.’

“Whoa, say it again. Wasn't paying attention, sorry luv. Cont...Angel?” The last word was said in a shocked tone. “Angel’s here? That wanker is here!” Disbelief coloured his features and Buffy had an urge to giggle. She decided not to, she didn't want to provoke the vampire right now. Spike almost growled at the thought of Angel anywhere near the girl, but held the growl back. He didn't care about the girl, she was just a human, a meal. Yet there was something about her, something hidden. It felt vaguely familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

“Yeah, and apparently he and Giles agree that by tomorrow I'm dead, killed by The Master. By the way, how do you know Angel?” she said, her heart sinking as she spoke of her impending death. He snorted when she mentioned The Master, and he felt anger flare when she said she was supposed to die. ‘I do not care! Not my concern!’ he thought, angry at himself. This scrap of a girl wasn't his concern, why should he care if she died.

“Angel’s my grandsire, my sire’s sire. I know him and loathe him. As well as The Master, Angelus grandsire. The poof and ol’ batface,” He scowled as he talked about the other male members of his family, no love lost between him and them. He hadn't actually met The Master, but if what Darla had said was true, then he was glad he hadn't. ‘This might be nice. Can stop by Peaches, catch up on ol’ times,’ he felt himself smile slightly at that thought. It would be nice catching up. Well, maybe not for Angel.


“Angel sired your sire?” she asked slowly. “He never told me...” Her voice was flat, maybe a little disappointed. He felt the green eyed monster called jealousy roar, and again he was shocked by the feelings now inhabiting his body and mind.

“Yeah, made her insane before, though,” he said matter-of-factly. When he heard her sharp intake of breath, he winced. ‘Shouldn't have said that.’ Again he almost growled, this time at himself. ‘What kind of ponce am I? I don't care ‘bout the girl.’ He clenched his fists, then took a deep breath, calming down.

“Sorry,” he said softly, and her head swung abruptly towards him, eyes wide as saucers. The vampire made her wonder if there was more like him, and if she had slayed any of them. ‘Nope, not going there,’ she thought, unwilling to leave the land of pyramids.

“You made with the sorries!” she said in a shocked voice. He wanted to laugh at her expression, but decided against it, figuring it would make her mad. He frowned at her choice of words, and opened his mouth to question her about them, but she beat him to it, speaking before he did.

“Who are you?” she asked, curious now. This peculiar vampire confused her. Vampires weren't supposed to make conversation, they were supposed to attack and try to bite her. At least he was easy on the eyes. ‘I didn't just admit that. No way!’ She didn't want to accept that the vampire was serious, there was no way she would turn her worldview upside down. She knew demons, and they were bad. All of them. Just like all humans were good.

“Name's Spike. What's yours, Goldilocks?” he replied with a smirk, letting his eyes rest on her golden hair. She was good looking, he could not deny that, and she was right desirable too. As he had said earlier, a tasty ‘lill morsel.

“I'm Buffy, but most know me as The Slayer,” she said smiling, waiting for his reaction.

“The Slayer? Explains it,” he said, nodding to himself. ‘No wonder I felt something familiar, a slayer.’ He raked his eyes over her body, liking what he saw. He could feel himself hardening and made no move to cover. Her face fell a little at his lack of reaction, and she frowned. That was until she saw the bulge in his pants, and blushed. “Aren't you like, supposed to be afraid of me?” she asked to take his attention of her blushing face. He chuckled, both at her embarrassment and the question, and gave her an amused look.

“Luv, not much makes me ‘fraid, least of all slayers. Birds all have a death wish,” he said, smirking, one eyebrow raised. She felt her temper flare up. She glared at him with angry eyes, and when he chuckled in response she got madder. Who was he to tell her who she was? And what the hell was a ‘bird’?

“I don't have a death wish!” she replied angrily, almost growling. The sound made him lust for her even more, and he answered with a low, deep grumble. ‘Bloody hell!’ he thought to himself, his rock hard erection pressing against the cold zipper of his jeans. He shifted his stance slightly, hoping to relieve some of the pressure on his straining erection.

“No? Why not? Don't you wanna go to The Master and let him off you?” he asked her, lifting a brow, a questioning look in his stormy blue eyes. The hard look in her eyes was almost enough to persuade him she wanted to live, only almost. Her words were the

“No! I don't want to die! I don't want to leave Mom, and Willow, and Xander. God, I'm only 16 years old, I want to go to prom, I want to graduate, I want to see how my friends change as we grow, I want to fall in love. I don't want to die...” The last word faded into nothing as she slid down the wall, drawing her knees up to her chin, and burying her face in her hands, sobs shaking her body. Spike was at her side in an instant, laying a hand carefully on her shoulder, expecting a forceful shove. When she just sat there, he began stroking her shoulder, making soothing noises. After some minutes her sobs died away, and she looked up at him with watery eyes.

“Yeah right, wanna go take the Master out now?”he asked, instantly regretting it. He mentally slapped himself as she started to sob again. Then he slapped himself again, for slapping himself in the first place. ‘You sodding ponce, that girl is our next meal, not something…someone we care about!’ Even as he thought it, he knew he was fighting a loosing battle.

“What is it, luv?” he asked, genuine concern sounding in his voice, making Buffy want to explain. Spike wondered why he cared so much what bothered the girl. Only half a century ago he was with Dru, and although he now knew she had cheated on him, he was, at that time, content. And now here he was, consoling the Slayer. He knew this couldn't work… a vampire and a slayer. The idea would be shot down even before it could be voiced. And still, he felt drawn towards her.

“You want me to go, you too. You're just like Giles and Angel, sacred duty first! You...” she said, breaking off before she embarrassed herself with saying ‘you don't care about me either.’ She continued to cry, but softer now, Spikes hand stroking her shoulder, calming her. She found herself wondering why she thought he cared about her. ‘He's a vampire for Gods sake, and I'm a human. And I'm the Slayer too. I'm just a meal to him.’ Somehow that thought bothered her.

“No, luv, didn't mean it like that. I said it wrong, should have said something different, like I'll help you off him,” Spike said, still stroking her shoulder. ‘How did I end up like this?’ Spike almost sighed. The man in him, William, wanted to help her, to protect her, but what shocked Spike the most was the demon in him agreeing with William.

“You...You wanna help?” she asked in a surprised voice. The vampire completely shocked her. It was weird, it was wrong, it was ... intriguing. ‘Get a grip. He's a vampire for God's sake! Vampires = so not of the good.’ Buffy shook her head slightly to clear her head, and then she focused on Spike again.

“Yeah, pet, I want to,” he said, standing up. He extended his hand, and she took it, letting him help her up. As she got to her feet she suddenly found herself in very close proximity of Spike. She blushed and stepped back quickly, ignoring his smirk. Spike groaned internally, wondering how he would fight with the hard-on he was now sporting after being so near the delicious girl. Her scent only had made his mouth water.

“So, when we gonna take him out?” Spike asked her, still facing her. That old bugger was going down, that he was sure of. He didn't know how good a fighter the slayer was, but he guessed she could hold her own, and he knew he was good. You didn't take out two slayers and spend 117 years as a vampire without picking up some tricks along the way.

“During the prom, I think. Not that I’ll be heading there.” She said the last comment darkly, a little jealous of the other girls being able to go to the prom, date and not having bigger worries than what to wear next day. Spike though he heard a note of longing in her last words and quickly decided.

“Don't worry, pet, you'll get your prom,” he said, but didn't explain further. She frowned, but didn't ask. They exited the alley side by side, Spike letting Buffy lead the way.



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They stopped in front of 1630 Revello Drive, and she glanced warily at him.

“That's my room, could you...eh...climb the tree, my moms inside,” she said and smiled apologetic at him. He nodded, and as she entered by the front door, he climbed the tree and settled down on the branch outside her window. A minute later she entered by the door, and she opened the window.

“That the dress, luv?” Spike asked, nodding to the white dress hanging on the closet door. She nodded and glanced at the dress with sorrow-filled eyes. ‘Why did I even bother, it's not like I’ll go to the prom, no matter what that crazy vamp says!’ She felt tears well up and threaten to spill over, but she fought them down, before turning back to Spike again.

“Bet it'll look good on you,” he said and she blushed, looking anywhere but him. He had to hold back the comment that automatically sprang to mind, that she would look even better without it. ‘No doubt that would earn me a dusting.’ He thought to himself, leering slightly as an image of her without clothes popped into his head, causing his cock to harden even more, if that was possible. ‘This didn't happen when I was with Dru.’ he thought, mentally groaning. How this girl could cause him to walk around with a constant hard on was beyond him. But he couldn't deny she was hot.

“Wear it,” he said, and she frowned. He wanted her to slay in her prom dress? As if knowing what she was thinking, he answered. “You're going to the prom afterwards, remember?” He smirked, and she nodded, eyes shining with faint hope. Would it be possible that she could go to the prom? She smiled faintly, before making up her mind.

“Come in...” she whispered, and he nearly fell off the branch in surprise. She giggled and he growled before getting in. She took down the dress, went into the bathroom and closed the door behind herself, leaving Spike alone in her room. While she was changing, Spike examined her room, lifting up Mr. Gordo and looking at her pictures. What was the chit thinking, leaving the Big Bad alone in her room, flashed through his mind, and shook his head, wondering why he still hadn't drained her. Dread filled him at the thought of Buffy dead, and that shocked him.

“So?” Buffy asked hesitantly, stepping back into her room. She held out her arms and spun in a lazy circle, showing her dress. Spike hid his emotions as he turned around and inhaled abruptly at the sight of her. Buffy hear his intake of breath and it confused her. Did he like it, or did he dislike it?

“Lovely, pet, bloody beautiful,” he said huskily, and she blushed. She could feel the effects of his voice, the faint ache between her thighs. Spike could smell her arousal and had to fight to keep his demon down. He knew that if the demon burst forth she would be scared and that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted her, but he wanted her to want him too.

“So, we're going?” she asked and looked at him with impatience. He blinked, realizing that he had stared at her a little to long, then smirked. He nodded, bowed slightly and swept his arm in front of her, gesturing her out of the room. She opened her mouth to object, but before she could say anything, he was out of the window, leaving her to go down alone.

She walked carefully down the stairs, hoping to avoid her mother. Her plan went awry as her mother came walking out from the dining room just as Buffy stepped off the last step. Joyce gasped at the sight of her daughter. ‘She looks so pretty.’ Joyce thought, smiling at her only daughter.

“Oh Buffy, you're just...beautiful!” Her mother said, tears coming to her eyes. Buffy blushed and smiled brightly, a little embarrassed. She stood still in front of her mother, her hands fidgeting a little.

“Thanks mom...Umm...I guess I’ll see you later, I have to meet...ehh…someone.” Buffy blushed, but her mother only beamed at her. ‘My little girl has a date.’ Joyce thought, a lone tear making its way over the edge and down her cheek. She wiped it away, and then stroked Buffy’s cheek.

“You have a date?” she asked her daughter with a knowing smile, and when Buffy nodded she found no words. Instead she settled for hugging her daughter and telling her “Good luck and have fun.”

Buffy grabbed her denim jacket and walked outside, looking for Spike. She frowned when she felt the familiar tingle that said ‘vampire’, but when she recognized it was Spike she smiled. She felt as if she’d been waiting for him all along, something predestined for her, that she'd just found. The thought should have worried her, yet, surprisingly, she felt herself becoming happier. She actually wanted to spend time with him.

“Ya ready, luv?” he asked, stepping up to her. She nodded and they started walking in silence, Spike at her side, yet letting her lead.
 
 
Chapter #2 - Chapter 2
 
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The silence stretched out, going from comfortable to uncomfortable. Buffy glanced at Spike, hazel eyes averting themselves when she saw his ice blue eyes flicker towards her. The tension began building up, until you could almost cut through it with a knife. Buffy opened her mouth, wanting to say something, and closed it again when she found no words. She did not know what to say, nor did she want to fill the air with meaningless small talk.
“Am I going to die?” she finally asked, the question almost whispered in a weak voice. His heart clenched at the pleading tone, and he knew she wanted to be reassured. He never had been a good liar, but he knew he would try, for her, if only to lighten her spirit for a moment.

“No, luv, ‘m gonna watch after you, make sure you’re safe” he said, taking a chance and resting his arm around her shoulders. She sighed and leaned into his muscular form, head resting on his shoulder. If only I could stay like this forever, she mused, smiling slightly. She was kind of shocked by the way he acted, but after thinking it over briefly, she found out she rather liked it. ‘How can someone who is a killer, a soulless vampire, be so nice to me? He doesn’t even know me’ she thought. She shook herself out of her deep thoughts and glanced up at him.

“Is there a way to prevent me from dying? Giles said The Master will drink my blood” she said in the same, pleading voice. He glanced down at her, blue eyes locking with green, and wanted to reassure her that she would be safe, that he would do anything to keep her safe. ‘Of course you will, you wanker. What’s next? Some wings and a harp?’ he thought to himself. He did not want to accept that he cared about her, he liked it better in the land of denial.

‘Who am I kidding, I’m sodding helping her take out the head of my line! I might as well go buy me a collar and leash’ he thought. He lifted his eyes from hers, berating himself while doing it. ‘You sodding ponce, you’re falling for the bint.’ Realization hit him hard, and he nearly stumbled. Buffy glanced up at him, and he smiled in response, silently assuring her that there was nothing wrong.

He drew in a deep breath when he suddenly remembered something he had not thought about in a long while, not since he had been a curious fledge. A way to save her, to keep her from dying, without turning her. He was uncertain about the reasons, but he found himself unwilling to turn the blonde slayer. ‘I like her just as she is, warm’ he told himself, silently thinking about the way for her to keep on living, at the same time arguing with himself whether to tell her or not.

“Well, ... there is a way, but I don’t think you’ll like it” he said, automatically tightening his grip on her shoulders. She didn’t say anything and they walked a few steps in silence. She contemplated what it was he knew. ‘Please, don’t let it be turning, don’t let it be turning’ she prayed, biting her lower lip, eyeing the ground.

“How...?” she asked at last, looking up at him. Surprised cerulean eyes met her nervous, hazel ones. He wasn’t sure if he thought she would ask him, and he was even unsure of how she would react. He took a deep breath and exhaled before starting.

“You have a vampire, a male, bite you. No turning, no draining, just a few sips of your blood. You both say a few words, and voila! You get someone to protect you, help you and stay at your side forever. You get a mate” he said, sapphire eyes locked with her green ones. Jumbled emotions whirled in his eyes and made Buffy dizzy. She wondered what he wanted. ‘Wait? Why do I care what he wants? It’s not like we’re friends’ she thought, frowning slightly.

Spike felt his demon growl. He wanted to make this tiny scrap of a girl his, but William wanted her to chose. ‘Chose? We are her equal’ the demon said. ‘But what if she does not want us?’ his poncey William side piped up. ‘She’s the only one worthy of being our mate’ the demon growled, and Spike blinked. He was shocked by the truth of the words his demon spoke.

“Hmm... I think I’ll do it” she said, moving her eyes to the dark sky. She was kind of nervous about being bitten. What if it was only some rouse to drink her blood and drain her? She clenched and unclenched her fists, nervous about what might happen. ‘Hey, what’s the worst thing that might happen?’ she thought, trying to lighten up. So what if she might be drained, at least it wouldn’t be by The Master.

“So, who’s the lucky?” Spike asked, holding his worst emotions at bay, keeping his voice calm. Meanwhile, inside, his demon and William was still, impatiently awaiting her answer. Spike wanted her to hurry up and chose, yet he was silently praying she would consider him. He knew he was not the most patient bloke around, so he only hoped she would chose wisely in the short time she had.

“I can’t have some random, met-at-the-graveyard vamp. Hmm...” she wondered aloud, seemingly wringing her brain for candidates. But her mind was already set. Spike felt his hope fade at her words. Wasn’t he some random, met-in-an-alley vampire?

“How ‘bout nancy boy Angel?” Spike asked, and felt his demon claw at him. He was quite certain she would choose Angel, she seemed to have a crush on him. ‘Always him. Always Angelus first. With Dru too’ the demon growled. Spike almost growled too, his hatred for his grandsire still strong, even after years without him.

“No, he’s a little creepy, with the whole stalking gig, popping up whenever I don’t expect him to, and those cryptic messages” she said, huffing a little. Spike was surprised and Buffy saw it. She held back a giggle and pretended to think about a worthy candidate some more.

“Hmm...What about… you?” she asked, smiling as she kept her gaze steady, not looking at him. She was a little nervous about what he might say, and the only thing rivaling it was her excitement. Even though they had not known each other for long, Buffy felt as though they fit together.

“Me?” he asked in a shocked voice. She nodded as she moved gaze her over onto him. He was at a loss of words. Both his demon and William rejoiced, happy that she chose them. ‘Us! She wants us to claim her’ the demon growled, and Spike had to hold back a howl of joy he desperately wanted to let loose.

“You want me... me to claim you?” he asked, disbelief colouring his voice. She nodded at him and smiled. It didn’t bother her as it should that she felt safe in the presence of an old and powerful vampire. ‘He will protect me’ she thought to herself, smiling brightly at the stunned vampire. Spike was at a loss of words, shocked by her choice. She wanted him to be her mate. She wanted him to protect her, to help her and stay by her side forever.

They stopped now, about a block from the high school. She positioned herself in front of Spike, almost as close to him as she could get. She felt something hard press against her stomach, and she blushed. He regained himself and smirked at her embarrassment. She was adorable and looked absolutely luscious. Spike’s tongue darted out and wet his lower lip. He could see her eyes focusing on it and he made a show out of it, letting it slide slowly over the fullness of his lower lip. Buffy caught herself staring and blushed again.

“So, are you going to do it?” she asked in a teasing voice. She tried to smile seductively at him, and when he answered, she mentally patted herself on the back. Spike almost groaned out loud when she smiled at him, his erection straining against the metal teeth of the zipper. ‘Do it!’ his demon was yelling. ‘Tell her it is forever’ William said, wanting Buffy to know what she was getting into. Spike grudgingly agreed with William. Would do no good to claim her if she wasn’t willing to spend eternity with him.

“Buffy” he tried to say, but it came out as a husky groan version of her name. She felt wetness pool between her thighs and squeezed them together briefly. Spikes nostril flared as he caught the scent perfuming the air and his cock swelled even more, if that was possible. Still, he had to tell her. She had to know.

“Buffy” he tried again, this time a little more successful. “The claim, it’s for life. I’ll live as long as you live, and you’ll live as long as I live” he said, his face a serious mask. Buffy frowned. She thought she could see fear and concern in his gaze. But what did he have to be afraid of?

“Did you hear what I said?” he asked, a slight note of impatience in his voice. He frowned. Why did she seem so unconcerned? This wasn’t just some walk in the park, this was for life. She would tie herself to him for the rest of eternity. Was she even sure this was what she wanted?

“I heard you” she said, smiling at him. She lifted a hand and stroked his cheek, sighing when he leaned into her touch. “I kinda guessed it was for life when you said I would get someone who would stay by my side forever. And don’t worry, I wouldn’t do it if I wasn’t sure. I want it” she added and smiled softly at him. She thought her words would please him, but he didn’t seem to be convinced. So she said the only thing she could think of. “I want you to do it.”

He growled low in his throat, before snaking one arm around her waist, and another around her shoulders. He pulled her flush against him, and put his mouth on hers, taking her by surprise. Cool, soft lips against hers, making her moan. She felt as if she was on fire, and Spike was the only one who could cure it. They broke apart and she gasped for air. He took some panting breaths, before kissing a line down her cheek and neck. When he found her jugular he stopped, slowing down his kisses. He alternated between kissing her and biting her with blunt teeth. She hissed in pleasure, wanting him right now, gentle and rough and everything in between.

She felt a tingle, then felt his fangs drop, scraping along her silken skin. She expected to feel pain and tensed, and was surprised when he continued to kiss her neck. He sucked gently on her jugular, making the blood come to the surface, and then scraped his fangs over her skin, sending shudders raking through her body. Spike could smell her arousal, but continued to press kisses to her jugular. Then, ever so slowly, he sank his fangs into her neck. She shivered in pleasure, feeling only a slight sting of pain, quickly reverting into pleasure. Spike slowly took two sips from her, savouring the rich, coppery taste of slayer blood. He felt her nearing ecstasy, and pulled out, closing the wound with a rough tongue.

“Mine” he said in a husky voice. Buffy felt her legs buckle beneath her and she moaned as she hung limp in his arms. Stars exploded behind her eyes, and she felt waves of pleasure roll through her. She had never felt anything quite like this, and she could already tell she would want more of this.

“Yours” she breathed huskily, knowing instinctively what she had to say, and he tightened his grip on her. She held on to him tightly, unwilling to ever let him go. She sighed in contentment when she felt him purr against her. She snaked a hand up to curl in his hair, tugging loose his gelled curls.

“Pet, you wanna?” he said, and she could hear a faint trace of insecurity in his voice. Already now she could feel the opening of the new bond, still unexplored. She trusted her shaking feet to hold her as she fastened her mouth to his neck. He tasted like cigarettes, alcohol and leather, a taste she now named ‘Yummy Spike taste’. She bit down hard with her blunt teeth, and he moaned in response, the pain and pleasure sending jolts down to his cock. Finally she broke the skin and let her mouth fill with blood. She swallowed it and kissed the bite mark.

“Mine” she moaned throatily. She glanced at his eyes and was overtaken with want as she saw his hooded eyes glazed with lust. She pressed her lips hard to his, tongue coming out to battle fiercely with his. She could taste her own blood in his mouth, but strangely enough that didn’t bother her. She finally broke the kiss to get some air, drawing in deep gulps of oxygen into her lungs.

“Yours” he whimpered, completing the claim. The force of the claim drove them both to their knees, where they stayed, desperately clutching each other and panting with need. Suddenly Spike could feel Buffy, and he knew she could feel him too. He felt her feelings, knew what she wanted, what she feared and what she dreamed of. He felt like they were two halves of a whole, and if they ever got away from each other, he could find her. He felt complete, for the first time in his life, and he knew this was ‘it’.

“I feel....I feel complete” she said, content and happy. She fastened her arms better around him, vowing to never let him go. She buried her fingers in his hair, the tips softly massaging his scalp. She sighed happily, before a though struck. ‘How can we be together forever when I have an expiration date?’

“Shh, luv. You’re safe now. We’re forever, you and me. You’re immortal now, more than human. And I’ll always protect you and watch your back” he said, kissing her neck and the mark he had left upon it. She shuddered in pleasure and moaned. She wanted more, she wanted everything. She wanted him to show her all he knew... to teach her what pleased him, because right now, pleasing him was something she wanted to do.

“Did I say that out loud?” she asked while sliding her fingers through his hair, reveling in how soft it felt. She simply adored how his hair curled, and how it made him look. She promised herself to hide his gel or something like that. Her hazel eyes were locked with his, a matching fire burning in both their eyes, still unnamed for now.

“No, pet, you thought it. Quite loud in fact” he answered, placing his mouth against her neck. His cool breath on her skin made her feel like she was aflame. She wanted him to do wicked things with her, if only to cool her down, to quell this raging fire. She felt bold and wanton, a new feeling she was unused to. But she thought she could easily get used to it.

“We got to... We have to...The... Master...”Buffy moaned, knowing that she had to do her duty first. ‘Duty first, pleasure later’ she thought wryly to herself. She wanted them to stand up, but couldn’t quite find the words, so she felt along the bond, sensing a presence besides herself in her mind. She imagined him helping her up and tried to ‘push’ the image at him. He drew back from her, looking at her with surprised eyes. He bent in and stole a quick peck on the lips, before standing up quickly while holding her flush against him. She was hoisted to her feet, but she never left his arms, always touching him. She giggled as she head him purr, and wondered if other vampires did that too? She sighed at the feeling him purring gave her, her whole body humming in response to his.

Suddenly a small boy appeared besides them, startling them both. Buffy shrieked and Spike growled at the kid. Buffy calmed down instantly, knowing Spike would not let anything happen. And how stupid was she anyway, getting scared by a kid? She exhaled slowly, drawing a hand trough her hair.

“Who’s that?” Buffy asked Spike, looking at the child. He stared at her with an unreadable expression on his face before holding out his hand. “Come now, he’s waiting for you” the boy said in an even, emotionless voice. Spike growled again and Buffy frowned, unconsciously burying herself deeper into Spike’s embrace. Something about the boy gave her the creeps, and it made her shiver.

“Let’s go visit ol’ bat face, luv” Spike said to Buffy, holding her tight. ‘I’m thinking the boy is one of The Master’s Childer’ he sent along the bond, staring with cold eyes at the boy. Buffy nodded without a word and they followed the child, figuring he was leading them wherever they needed to go.

They walked through the sewers, following the boy through twist and turns. They had walked for a while when they stopped. Buffy and Spike looked around in the small room in which they stood. ‘This probably is the entrance’ Spike sent, his thumb stroking her wrist. The pair walked forward so they could look into the opening of what was The Master’s lair, and when it was revealed to them Spike frowned. ‘It’s a bloody church’ he thought, shaking his head slightly at the head of his line. Spike let go of Buffy’s hand and took a menacing step towards the boy, growling softly.

“Who are you?” Spike asked, eyes alternating between amber and sapphire. He could feel his mates’ nervousness through the bond, and replied by sending soothing feelings towards her. ‘I’m here for you, luv. You’re stuck with me now’ he sent, smirking at her. She frowned at him, and his smirk grew wider.

“I am the Anointed One” the boy said, staring challenging at Spike. ‘Great, the annoying one’ he thought, rolling his eyes. Spike took a step closer to the kid, towering over him. His hands shot out, gripped the boys head and twisted it, dust falling to the ground. Buffy let out a small yelp, but calmed as Spike embraced her. He kissed the mark on her neck and she sighed in response. With him by her side, she could manage everything.

“The Anointed One was supposed to lead me into hell” Buffy whispered, burying her head in the crook of Spikes neck. She inhaled deeply, savouring his smell. ‘Yummy’ she thought to herself, her tongue darting out to trace his now healed bite mark.

“Well, then, let’s enter hell” he said and smiled.
 
 
Chapter #3 - Chapter 3
 
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“Well, then, let’s enter hell,” he said and smiled. He stepped away from her and took her hand. They walked carefully into the church and Buffy shuddered at the feeling of evil in the room. Spike looked around closely as they descended from the sewer tunnel and frowned when he failed to see anyone.

“Finally, the Slayer,” a disembodied voice said, and Buffy began to tremble. She felt him move around in the room, and yelped as he stepped out in front of her and Spike. The ancient vampire was corrupted by age, and twisted in appearances and the sight of him made Buffy shudder. ‘No wonder he’s alone down here’ flashed through Spikes mind ‘he’s a right ugly bugger.’ He growled softly and tightened the hand holding his mates’.

“So brave. It was noble of you. You heard the prophecy that I was about to break free and came to stop me. But prophecies are tricky creatures. They don’t tell you everything. You’re the one that sets me free. If you hadn’t come… William?” The Master said in an arrogant voice. When he saw Spike his eyes widened and he uttered his name in a shocked voice. Spike frowned, wondering if he was supposed to be insulted or not for being ignored when the Master delivered his speech. Buffy inched closer to her mate, at the same time eying the Master with a little fear. She could feel the power he housed, and it reeked of evil.

“What are you doing here? With the Slayer I’m about to kill,” he asked, smiling at the pair in front of him, anger in his crimson eyes. Spike growled at him, and realized he hadn’t sensed that he was mated to the Slayer. He smirked at the ancient vampire, who looked back at the younger vampire with confusion.

“You are not afraid of me?” The Master questioned the Slayer and muscle in his cheek twitched when she gave him a shaky grin in return. He growled, before he noticed the bite mark on her neck. He went from confused to enraged in the blink of an eye, almost roaring at them. “You claimed her, you insolent little fledge. How dare you? I’ll kill you both!”

“You can try,” Spike said with a cold voice, snarling softly at the other vampire. He knew this would be hard, the worst he had ever faced before. Both because he was family and he had so much power. ‘Be ready, luv,’ Spike sent to his mate, moving into fighting stance. His mate did the same thing and the youngest vampire smirked at his elder. The Master snarled in response before flying at them, launching a few punches at them both. Spike blocked the ones heading his way, responding with a fist against the older vampire’s chest. Buffy felt the last of the Masters punches connect with her jaw, and something resembling a growl emitted from her throat. Her fists flew at the ancient vampire, aiming for his head. The pair got in a few punches each, but the Master blocked the most of them. The slayer sent out low kick, matching it with her mates’ high kick. The Master growled as he tried to dance away, only to be swept off his feet by a vampire high on slayer blood. Spike chuckled darkly as he looked down at the old vampire at his feet.

The Master growled and rolled away from the pair. He jumped up as soon as he had a chance, and advanced on them again. He sent out a kick towards Buffy, sending her stumbling backwards. Spike growled and sent his right fist at the chest of the Master, who tried to sidestep and got hit in the shoulder instead. Buffy was back in the fight almost immediately, raining down punches on the ugly vampire.

“You little rat!” The Master spat, raking his claws across Spikes face. Spike inhaled sharply when he felt three scratches open on his chin, and growled. His hands shot out, grabbed hold of the older vampires’ wrist and brought it sharply down over his knee, breaking the wrist. The Master howled and used the other hand to backhand his great-great grandchilde. Buffy, seeing that the Master was distracted, sent out a kick that caught him behind the knee. He stumbled forward and growled. Spike pushed away from the wall and went to join the fray again.

“Getting old, are you, bat face?” Spike said and smirked. He stepped backward as the Master tried to punch him, his smirk growing wider. Suddenly he dropped down and swung out with his right leg, and the Master hit the floor with a thud.

“Now, any last words?” Spike asked the other male with a fangy grin. Buffy took a stake from her jacket pocket, twirling it lazily between her fingers. When the older vampire tried to get up Spike kicked him, hitting his chin and his head hit the floor with a dull thud. Buffy jumped forward, her stake finding its mark at the same time as the Masters head hit the ground. The blonde pair stepped back at the same time, watching the head of the Aurelian clan dissolve to dust, leaving only his bones behind. They stared at them for a second, before Spike reacted. "We need to crush the bones to prevent him from being brought back," he said, looking around for something to smash them with. Buffy turned around, and picked up a stone, silently holding it out to her mate. Spike frowned, but took it nonetheless. Buffy yelped as he brought it down on the bones, shattering the rib cage. Buffy picked up another stone and joined him in the bone smashing, giggling at the weirdness of what they were doing. Spike grunted satisfied as he saw no more whole bones, and concluded that they had done a good job.

Spike inhaled sharply as he felt something slam into him. Power, much power. ‘Bloody hell!’ he thought and growled. This wasn’t planned, and he wasn’t sure if it was wanted either. Buffy watched her mate with curious eyes, sensing that he was in deep thoughts and also sensing something else. She stepped over to him, careful not to let her dress touch the dust of the Master, and snaked her arms around his chest. ‘What is it?’ she sent, burying her head in his chest and inhaling deeply. Spike took a deep breath and mentally prepared for what he was going to tell her.

“Bloody buggering fuck,” he muttered. “I’m the head of the bloody clan,” he said, and she looked up at him with furrowed brows. He sensed her confusion and began elaborating.” The Master was the head of the Aurelian line. His childe was Darla, who sired Angelus, who sired Dru, who sired me. When we killed him his power would have gone to Darla, but she’s dust. So next in line was Angelus, but he can’t be head of line while he has a soul. And Dru can’t be head because of her head. And that leaves me.” Buffy nodded slowly at his words. He exhaled softly and placed his arms around her waist, dragging her closer to his body. She sighed and snuggled deeper into his embrace, blushing slightly when she felt his erection against her stomach. Spike groaned and decided it would be for the best if they broke it off for now.

“Time to report in to your watcher, pet?” Spike asked, lifting a hand to her hair. He dragged his fingers through it slowly and smiled down at her. He almost couldn’t believe it, that this golden girl would choose him, claim him as hers. And she was his, his girl, his slayer. Buffy groaned at the mention of her watcher. She so did not want to face the Scoobies now. She wanted nothing more that to crawl into bed and stay there for a week, all snuggled up with her mate. Okay, maybe not only snuggling, maybe some fun too. She told him that, sending some naughty images with along the bond. Spike growled and looked at his mate with lust in his eyes, which caused her cheeks to flush slightly and she averted her eyes. His demon was telling him to rip off her clothes, while William urged him to wait. He agreed with William for now, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun. He smirked and sent some images of what he wanted to do to her, and when she blushed he kissed the top of her head.

“Yeah, we should report in. Then…” she said, smiling teasingly as she promised. She lifted her head and locked eyes with him, and she saw the lust in his eyes. Spike growled when he saw the lust mirrored in her eyes, and he swept down and caught her lips in a tight embrace. She moaned when his cold, soft lips touched hers, and he used the opportunity to let his tongue delve into her mouth. His tongue danced around hers, urging it to come out to play, and she finally relented, deepening the kiss. Spike groaned and Buffy felt butterflies dance in her stomach. Slowly they broke apart, panting for breath and eyes glazed with lust.

They left the church of the Master behind, walking quietly through the sewers, Spikes arm around his mates’ shoulders. Buffy stared ahead, contemplating what to tell her friends and watcher, while Spike concentrated on leading them out. Buffy was nervous about what her friends would say, and how they would react. But one thing she was certain of, and that was that nobody would keep them apart. ‘Got that right, pet,’ Spike sent, having felt her nervousness. Buffy smiled at him and snaked her arm around his middle, under the duster.

A thought struck her and she frowned. “Am I still the Slayer?” she asked in a calm voice, her fingers tracing soft patterns on his t-shirt. He sighed and rested his cheek on her head. He was unsure of what to answer, and he frowned as he found no words. Buffy chewed on her lower lip, feeling a little guilty for not being sad that she might not be the Slayer anymore. She did not know what to feel about the fact that she might not be the Slayer anymore. They reached a ladder and climbed up. Buffy recognized the area and told Spike they were across town from the school. He only nodded, and they began walking towards the school.

“Dunno, pet, a new bird might have been called, or maybe not. Me, I think you’re not the Slayer anymore,” he said at last, holding a hand up in a kind of defensive manner, before continuing. “I think you’re the girl who ‘was’ the Slayer, you just got upgraded. But you can call yourself the Slayer if you want. I’ll lo…” Spike said, abruptly stopping before he could embarrass himself with saying something she might now want to hear right now. Besides, one night? Wasn’t that a little fast?

“Thanks,” Buffy murmured, unsure herself if it was for explaining or the words he nearly said. She smiled softly at him, before continuing. “We’ll see, maybe I’ll be the Slayer, or maybe not. And Spike, I’mfallinginlovewithyou.” The last part came out in a rush, but Spike caught it. He stopped walking and turned towards her, an awed look on his face. She smiled up at him, waiting patiently for him to come back to her. After some seconds she got tired of waiting and smashed her mouth to his. He moaned at the contact and slipped his tongue out to battle with hers, making her moan.

“We should… They’re… Waii… Waiting,” Buffy moaned and broke off the kiss. She was panting for air, hazel eyes locked with lust filled cerulean ones. She frowned as a quick smirk stole across his lips and only had time to let out a small yelp before he swept her off her feet. She clung to him, arms around his neck, while he strode quickly through the streets, determined to get as quickly as he could to the high school. She calmed, and rested her head against his chest. She exhaled quietly, and yawned softly.

“Sleep, love,” Her mate said, hoping she didn’t catch that he had changed it from ‘luv’ to ‘love’. He smiled down at the girl nestled in his arms, and kissed her brow softly. Buffy smiled at him with closed eyes. She had caught the ‘love’, and it had warmed her inside. She sighed and snuggled deeper into his chest, almost asleep by now.

“Love you…” She murmured, finally falling asleep. He almost stumbled at her low words, staring down at her with awe. He almost couldn’t believe it. She had said that she was falling in love with him, and just before falling asleep she had said she loved him. Him. She loved him, William the Bloody. “I love you,” he said, looking down on her sleeping form with wonder in his eyes.

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Buffy looked around, and found she didn’t know where she was. She was on a beach at night, the full moon shining down at her and bathing the surroundings in an eerie blue light. The sea was lapping at the silver sand on the shore, and the faint rumble of the sea was like soft background music. The sky was clear, and a myriad of stars were shining down on her.

“We’re forever, love,” the wind whispered faintly. Buffy turned around, and yelped slightly when she saw her mate sitting besides her. He wasn’t there a minute ago, and that freaked her out a little. Somehow she knew it wasn’t the Spike besides her who had spoken, and she frowned.

“I’m right, love, you know that?” This time it was the Spike beside her who spoke, sapphire eyes soft as he held her green ones. She saw pain in them, and wanted to ask what was wrong, but the words wouldn’t come. She knew this was her Spike, she could see the three just-healed scratches the Master had left on his cheek, but there was something weird with this picture. She tried to speak again, but no words were heard. She tried to send, but it got no reaction. She wanted to scream in frustration, but settled for watching her mate.

“I know. And you know I love you. ‘Cause we are forever, you and me. Like two other things that are supposed to be together.” The words came from her mouth, was formed by her lips, yet she wasn’t the one who said it. It was her voice, and she saw Spike react to them. Buffy wanted to tell her mate that she wasn’t the one who had come up with the words, but yet again, no words were said. Somebody was in control of her body, somebody who wasn’t her.

“There is a wolf in the sheep herd. Things are coming, bad things. They want to part us, doesn’t like us as one. But we’re forever!” The last words were a plea, his hands now clutching hers. The fear and insecurity in his eyes was heartbreaking to witness, and she felt tears softly trailing down her cheeks. ‘Slayer dream’ she thought suddenly, realizing that this probably was a slayer dream. That meant that this was something she had to know.

“We’re forever, love,” Spike whispered with in a heart wrenching voice, tears trailing down his cheeks. His eyes were scared and she felt his hands clutch hers even harder. “Tell me, love, please tell me!” His voice faded, along with the surroundings, and Buffy felt herself coming awake.

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“Wakey, wakey, love, we’re here,” Spike said, kissing her forehead. She stirred, before drowsily opening her eyes. She looked stunning staring up at him with sleepy eyes, and he growled before bending down and kissing her hungrily. She responded eagerly and moaned. Both panted for air when they broke apart, and her lower lip jutted out in a pout, missing his lips on hers. He groaned when he saw her lip, but his mind was set, and he put her gingerly down on her own feet. She wrinkled her nose and he chuckled, placing his arm around her shoulder.

“We’re forever?” she asked with a small voice, her eyes staring at the stairs leading up to the high school. She replayed the scene from her dream, where Spikes eyes were so pain filled, and she had to blink furiously to keep her tears away. Spike blinked surprised. She sounded nervous, and he frowned slightly. He thought he could smell salt, and he looked at her averted eyes. He didn’t see any tears, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t any.

“Yeah, love, bloody right you are,” he said gruffly, tightening his grip on her shoulders. “We’re forever,” he added, kissing the top of her head. She sighed and closed her eyes, sending a silent thanks to whoever was listening for sending her mate to her. Spike stood absentmindedly staring at the school, feeling nervous about the meeting they were about to have. ‘Bloody fool, feeling nervous about meeting a group of humans,’ he thought to himself, and shook his head slightly. He realized he was feeling Buffy’s' nervousness, and that he himself was nervous of what Buffy might think after the meeting was over.

“Ready for our doom?” She asked him.
 
 
Chapter #4 - Chapter 4
 
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”Ready for our doom?” she asked, slipping out of his embrace and taking a step forward. Spike frowned, suddenly unsure about what he was supposed to do. Buffy turned towards him and held out a hand, which he immediately took. She had felt his confusion and insecurity clearly through the bond, and smiled back at him as he looked up from their clasped hands. Spike smiled back at her, amazed how his mate could quell all his fears and insecurities with only a glance.

They walked up the stairs and stepped into the dark school. They walked through the shadowy hallways and Spike looked around curiously. As they neared the library Buffy began chewing on her lower lip, nervous about the upcoming meeting. Spikes thumb began stroking her wrist. He felt the tension inside of her and wanted to do something about it, but he knew there was not much he could do for her

Buffy stopped in front of the door and peered inside the small glass window, careful not to move the door. When she looked into the library and saw the faces of her friends, all her apprehension melted away like butter in the sun. They looked heartbroken, and Buffy felt a tear slide down her cheek. She steeled herself and gave Spike's hand a slight squeeze, before opening the door.

Complete silence greeted the mated pair as they entered side by side, holding hands. Buffy looked at the faces of her friends and was surprised by the emotions on their faces, the looks greeting them ranging from relief to shock. Giles looked ready to faint, but he also seemed immensely relieved. Willow and Xander looked overjoyed that she was back, while Cordelia merely raised her eyebrows. Jenny Calendar looked relieved too, but as Buffy looked over at Angel she gasped quietly, shocked at the emotions on his face. It began as relief, turned into horror, then into rage. She took a step closer to her mate, and he tried to smile reassuringly, sensing that she was worried about the other vampire.

“Buffy, you’re alive!” “What happened, Buffy?” “Giles said you were dead!” The statements were made by Willow, while Xander asked her what had happened. Buffy only smiled at them, a smile that froze when she hear the Angels voice, deadly and enraged. “Get away from her, Spike!” he spat at the bleached vampire, who responded with a hard glare. When Angel spoke everybody froze, staring at him in shock. Then they turned and looked at the man standing besides Buffy, holding her hand.

“Bloody glad to see you too, Peaches,” Spike said, smirking at him. He had seen the way his grandsire looked at the girl standing next to him when they entered. Almost-concealed lust and possessiveness had shown in his eyes until he saw Spike, then it transformed into anger and disgust. ‘Bloody wanker,’ Spike thought to himself, silently cursing his old mentor. He let go of her hand and moved his own to the small of her back, holding her close.

“If you don’t get away from her right now, I’ll kill you!” Angel snarled, eyes flashing amber. The other occupants of the room stared at him in shock, some even a little afraid of the dark vampire. Buffy flinched, and unconsciously took a step closer to her mate. The way Angel was acting was wigging her out, and she knew her mate could feel it.

“Hmm... Let me think... How ‘bout no, grandsire?” Spike asked the fuming vampire, smirking when Angel growled darkly. When Giles heard Spike call Angel grandsire he gasped, shocked that Buffy would bring a vampire into the library. Willow and Xander both looked at Spike, feeling very much like the audience at a tennis match, heads whipping back and forth each time one of men spoke.

“Buffy, what is this? First the council calls and tells me a new Slayer has been called, and then you come in here with a vampire,” Giles said in an inquiring voice, hoping Buffy would fill in some blanks for him. Only then did Willow, Xander and Cordelia catch up, the three of them staring at Spike as if they had never before seen a vampire.

“Want to know who that is, Giles?” Angel asked with hatred in his voice. “His name is Spike, but he has another name. William the Bloody,” Angel added, glaring at his grandchilde. Giles recognized the name and took a step away from the blonde vampire. Spike rolled his eyes, and glanced at Buffy, who was staring at Angel, shocked by the hostility he was showing.

“I know my own name, Peaches, I could have introduced myself. Getting a soul rid you of all your manners as well as your brain? Oh wait, you never had one of either, anyway,” Spike said, smirking at the older vampire who growled darkly at him. Buffy giggled quietly and snuggled into her mates’ side. From the minute they had entered the room memories had flashed through her mate, and she had witnessed them. Mostly they were of a newly vamped William and the bastard that was his grandsire, Angelus. She could feel her mates’ satisfaction as he got back at the other male, and somehow that made her feel a little better. The happier her mate was, the happier she was.

“Who is William the Bloody?” Xander asked loudly, not quite following. He gave Spike a hard glare, but he merely raised an eyebrow at the teenager. ‘Not the brightest kid I’ve met,’ Spike thought, earning him a slight push by his mate. ‘Hey, don’t insult my friend, especially when he can’t hear you,’ she answered. She gave him a hard glare which melted when he sent her an image of what he would rather be doing right now. She blushed deeply, but he could smell her arousal perfuming the air. When he caught Angel inhaling he sent him a dark glare and showed some fang. ‘He wants our mate!’ his demon growled, but William quickly calmed him down ‘She chose us, remember?’

“Ehem…” Giles cleared his throat, the sound loud in the quiet library. “William the Bloody, Spike, is one of the most feared vampires in history. He got his nickname by torturing his victims with railroad spikes. He was supposedly sired between 1870 and 1900,” Giles said, his gaze flickering between his slayer and the vampire who held her close.

“1880,” Spike said, making Giles blink. He turned around, found a notebook and hastily scribbled down the year, before continuing. “He is a part of the Scourge of Europe, and has given himself the title Slayer of Slayers.” Giles stared at Spike, who stared back at him. After a while Giles blinked, before looking away.

“I wasn’t that bad,” Spike protested lightly “You Watchers are always exaggerating. The thing with the railroad spikes didn’t happened that often, and they had it coming anyway. Ask him!” Spike said, nodding to Angel, before correcting himself. “No, don’t bother, he would lie anyway. And hey, what ‘bout him?” Spike asked, again nodding at Angel. Angel snarled at the bleached blonde vampire and Giles stared at him, feeling a little nauseous thinking about the victims of the vampire they had allowed into their group without much objection.

“I was never as bad as you!” Angel protested, glaring at the younger vampire. The people inside the library could practically feel the resentment pouring of the brunette vampire, and they glanced nervously at him, not recognizing the vampire they had come to know over the last few months. Willow gulped nervously, edging closer to Xander, as if hoping he would protect her. Cordelia was openly staring at Angel, not recognizing him as the man she had been trying to lure away from Buffy. Well, vampire was the correct term, but she hadn’t known that before. Xander glared at Angel with equal parts fear and hostility, while Jenny stared at Angel, silently drawing parallels between the souled version of Angel, and the unsouled Angelus she had heard about from her elders.

“No, you were worse,” Spike commented, causing everybody except the blonde couple to take a few steps away from the enraged vampire who looked ready to paint the town red. Again they were forcefully reminded that they had let a killer into their midst, and by the way he was acting now some were beginning to regret their easy acceptance of him. “Who was it that taught me how to be a vampire? Who was it that wanted a new childe to remake as they pleased, just as they did with Dru?” Spike asked in a tight voice, anger shining in his eyes. Buffy felt how tense he was, and snaked a hand behind his back, stroking him and just offering her silent support. Spike nearly shook with rage, years of repressed memories unwillingly coming to the surface. Memories of years under the cruel tutelage of Angelus, of being a young fledge who wanted to please his sire and instead had to endure years of Angelus’ ‘teachings’.

“That was Angelus!” Angel forced out between clenched teeth, nostrils flaring. Even though rage had nearly consumed him, he still felt overwhelmed by guilt. He had been assaulted by the memories of Williams’ first years when Spike and Buffy entered, and he was ashamed of how he had treated the other vampire. But he would never admit it, not even under torture.

“And what’s the bloody difference between Angel and Angelus?” Spike asked him in a hard voice. “Except for the ‘us’ at the end, that is,” he added, snarling slightly. He could smell the fear that was beginning to come from some of the people in the room, but he was unsure of whether it was him, Angel or both of them they feared. And right now he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“I’ve got a soul! I don’t kill!” Angel growled, but it sounded desperate. Buffy looked at the vampire before her with a blank expression, not recognizing him as the man she had though him to be in the beginning. The man she had, well, jumped, had been cute and older in an ‘ohh handsome, older and mysterious’ way, but this vampire before her was wigging her out. And something, she guessed Spikes’ memories, was telling her that this was the real Angel.

“Oh yeh, what about China? That ring any bells? When you came crawling back to your sire, begging her to take you back, saying you would do anything if she took you back. Way I see it, there’s not much difference between Angel and Angelus. The only thing the soul does is restrain the demon a bit,” Spike said, glaring at Angel. “And it’s not even your soul, is it now, Liam? Or else you would be a whoring drunkard.” Angel looked like a stranded fish, staring at Spike like he had grown another head. Then he snarled at his grandchilde and swept out of the library, leaving all the humans staring after him.

“Ahem, well… That was an eventful meeting,” Giles said dryly, trying to mask the fear he was beginning to feel for the brunette vampire. Angel had always struck him as a gentle creature, but even then Giles had been wary of him. He was a vampire of course, and Giles knew he would never fully trust a vampire. “How did you survive, Buffy? And why was a new slayer called?” Giles continued, throwing a wary look at the vampire holding her.

“Spike claimed me,” was all Buffy replied, smiling at her watcher. When he gasped she frowned, not getting why he was so shocked. She was alive, wasn’t she? When Giles heard her say that the vampire besides her, Spike, had claimed her, he gasped and nearly fainted. Fortunately he grabbed a chair, which prevented him from collapsing and embarrassing himself.

“Claimed!” Giles exclaimed, before continuing “But, Buffy, you are the Slayer, you are supposed to kill vampires, not become mated to them!” Giles were in a frenzy now, polishing his glassed with jerky movements. He was shocked that his Slayer had become mated to one of the most vicious vampires in history, and right now he wanted to lock himself inside his office and take out a bottle of Scotch.

“Bloody right I claimed her, glad I did too,” Spike said, casting a challenging look at the watcher. He lifted his free hand and moved Buffy’s’ hair out of the way, showing off the raised bite mark she wore on her neck. Giles groaned mentally, and wondered how he could have overlooked it. Buffy smiled weakly at the others in the room, before letting it widen. It wasn’t like she was the only one with marks. She tugged down the collar of Spikes’ duster, exposing the ragged mark she had left on his pale neck. Giles gasped, and then let himself fall heavily into a chair.

“A full claim…” he muttered, taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. After a few minutes he got up and walked into the office. The humans and lone vampire stood in silence, and from inside the office they could hear Giles rummaging around and cursing. After a while he emerged with an old, worn book under his arm, an unopened bottle of scotch and a glass. He sat down and poured scotch in the glass, nearly overflowing it. He threw the glass back, drinking the liquid courage quickly, refilling his glass when it was empty. The teenagers stared at him, not used to this ‘new’ Giles, but he ignored them, instead opening the book.

Spike, realizing this could take some time, lead Buffy to the stairs and sat down, letting his back rest against the railing. Buffy sat down between his legs, leaning against his chest and sighed in contentment. Spike put his arms around her, and she snuggled deeper into his embrace, grinning mentally as she felt how he reacted to her nearness. Xander, Willow, Jenny and Cordelia moved away from the Slayer and the vampire holding her, sitting down as far away from them as they could and still be near the table.

“You are not the first, you know, to be… ehh… mated” Giles said, momentarily lifting his gaze from the book before him. He looked at the pair on the stairs, feeling a little disturbed by how ‘peaceful’ they looked together. ‘No, not peaceful,’ Giles thought, an unnamed, dark feeling rising up in him ‘It looks wrong.’ “It has happened before, but that is long ago. So each watcher gets this book, as a warning to prevent his Slayer from ever getting mated to a vampire. It is not natural. It’s wrong,” Giles added, a little startled by the amber flickering in the vampires eyes.

“Vampires and Slayers do not go together like that. It is not meant to be. Vampires are evil, with the exception of those with a soul, while the Slayers are the epitome of good,” Giles said, lowering his gaze when the burn in Spikes eyes became to bright. He knew this would probably enrage the Master vampire, but he had to get Buffy to see that this was wrong. “There are five recorded matings between Slayers and vampires. It is often between Slayers who has escaped The Councils’ notice and Master vampires. But… ehh…The Council…ehh… took ‘care’ of these earlier ‘cases’.”
 
 
Chapter #5 - Chapter 5
 
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“Vampires and Slayers do not go together like that. It is not meant to be. Vampires are evil, with the exception of those with a soul, while the Slayers are the epitome of good,” Giles said, lowering his gaze when the burn in Spike’s eyes became too bright.

He knew that his words would probably enrage the master vampire, but he had to get Buffy to see that this was wrong. “There are five recorded matings between Slayers and vampires. It is often between Slayers who have escaped The Council’s notice and master vampires. But… ehh…The Council…ehh…took ‘care’ of these earlier ‘cases’.”

“You mean the Council of Wankers offed them,” Spike said, grimacing slightly when Giles didn’t respond, silently confirming his statement. Spike snorted in disgust, before continuing “Couldn’t have a Slayer disgracing them, bastards. Arrogant men hiding cowardly behind one girl. They sit back and lecture the bird ‘bout what she’s supposed to do, thinking they own her.” Spike scowled at Giles, who glared darkly back at him.

Buffy just looked shocked, and cast a questioning look at Giles, before closing her eyes and shuddering.

“Ehh… The Council…ehh…umm,” Giles stuttered, looking at Buffy.

She was staring at him with accusation in her eyes, and he flinched slightly. His gaze flickered between her and Spike, still not quite believing that the pair were mated, hoping that it was all a dream. The other occupants of the room stared at Giles with shock marring their faces, not quite believing what they had heard.

“The Council killed them?” Buffy asked, trembling in shock.

She wasn’t sure if she believed it, but she knew that her mate wasn’t lying, and judging by the way Giles was acting, his words were true. She inhaled deeply, shuddering as she thought about the Council actually going so far as to kill some of their own Slayers. Spike felt her revulsion, and sent reassuring thoughts along the bond, soothing her. With his help she calmed, before looking into Giles’ eyes again.

“The Council killed whichever one of each mated pair they found first,” Giles said, instantly regretting his harsh words.

He threw back another glass of scotch, his gaze fastened on the table, his shame keeping him from looking at Buffy, and his disgust keeping him from looking at Spike. Thoughts flew through his head, hatred for the vampire he had just met, confusion at the way Angel had acted, and regret for letting Buffy leave the library after she had heard that she was supposed to die. If he had prevented her leaving, she might not have met the vampire standing at her side.

“That’s just bloody cruel!” Spike exclaimed, snarling.

Buffy looked at him with confusion in her eyes, and he sent her a much censored image of what happened when you killed one of a pair of mates. She began trembling, and he winced. He began stroking her arms, making soft, comforting noises. She soon calmed, but her new knowledge made her regard the Council in a new light.

“Ehh… If you want me to, I can tell you what comes next,” Giles said in a slightly apologetic voice, hoping they saw it as his way of apologizing.

He didn’t meet their eyes, his gaze focused on the book in front of him. He began to turn the pages, as if searching for something. Spike regarded Giles with a wary eye, not entirely trusting the man. He seemed to accept it too easily - but he was a watcher, and they didn’t just accept these things.

“Are we going to die?” Buffy asked Spike in a small voice. Panic had gripped her when Giles had said he would tell them what would come next, and she looked around, expecting the Council to burst into the library any second now. Spike saw her wide, fearful eyes, and he hurried to reassure her.

“No way you’re dying. I’m not letting you go. I’ll kill anyone who tries to kill you, luv,” Spike said, anger flaring. Buffy knew the anger wasn’t directed at her, but at anyone who might try to kill her. She knew she should say something, say that it was wrong of him to kill, but she didn’t, warmed by the thought that he wouldn’t let her get hurt.

“Ehh… That was not what I meant,” Giles said, briefly lifting his gaze from the book, before continuing. “I am not exactly sure what will happen; the Slayers did not exactly tell us what they had 'gained', but we learned some of it. You, Buffy, are now immortal.” Buffy’s gasp made him pause, her expression unreadable. “You won’t die, but you can be killed. You are stronger, too. I am unsure if it is true, but the records say that two of the Slayers said that they sensed demons and vampires easier.” Giles smiled slightly, but still didn’t meet his charges eyes.

“Two Slayers confirmed that they could sense their mates, while one said that she could communicate with her mate through a telepathic bond. I do not know what sorts of effects you will have between the two of you,” Giles said, looking at them in confusion, when they looked at each other with unreadable eyes. He really hoped that their bond was not a strong one; perhaps he could more easily sway Buffy away from Spike if that was the case.

“Right… ehh… you, ehh…” Giles stammered, searching for words as he looked at Spike. Finally he averted his eyes and threw back another glass of scotch, before continuing, “You are stronger, too, like Buffy. Two of the vampires were caught out in the sunlight, and did not catch fire. So you might be able to be walk in sunlight, and might be more resistant to fire as well. Some even seemed to be resistant to staking.”

Giles stole a glance at the vampire sitting on the stairs, and was surprised to see a look of shock on the blonde vampire's face. Spike just sat there still as stone, shocked beyond words.

‘We might be able to walk in sunlight again!’ his demon thought, shocking Spike by how happy he sounded.

“We get gifts,” Buffy said to her mate in a warm voice, smiling at him with love in her eyes. ‘As if this isn’t great enough already,’ she added silently, earning herself a small nip on her claim mark.

She shivered and smiled goofily at the others, who were staring at her with slightly shocked expressions. Giles had to avert his eyes to hide the anger that was flaring up inside of him, while Xander openly stared at the pair lounging on the stairs.

“What happened with The Master?” Giles asked, looking directly at Buffy and doing his best to ignore Spike.

Buffy frowned at the expression on her Watcher’s face, worried that he might do or say something harsh to her mate. If she didn’t know Giles she would have said he might do something stupid, but she knew him, and she knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.

“We met, and talked some. Then we found the Anointed One -- or rather, the Anointed One found us, and he led us to… the… Master’s lair….”

Spike, guessing that it would be a long tale, had let his mind drift to more ‘fun’ things he would rather be doing right then with his mate. Fantasies danced before his open eyes -- and distracted Buffy, causing her to blush and stutter, until by the end of the first sentence she had problems putting together a coherent thought.

“Don’t,” she whined lightly, turning her head slightly and pouting at him. Spike inhaled deeply, mesmerized by the lush lower lip poking out. He growled quietly, and Buffy giggled. ‘Here,’ she thought, sending him one of her fantasies, making his eyes darken with lust. She turned her head back, letting her gaze sweep over the room as she snuggled deeper into her mate’s embrace, blushing slightly when she felt his erection against her rear. “I’m trying to tell them how brave we were, and you’re disturbing me,” she said lightly, throwing a smile over her shoulder to him.

“But it’s so much fun,” he chuckled, letting his fingers draw random patterns on her clothed stomach. She giggled slightly, and he smirked.

‘Ticklish, love?’ he sent, his fingers teasing her.

‘No!’ she denied, biting her lower lip to keep herself from laughing.

Spike smirked and tickled her some more, before finally stopping when he saw the dangerous expression on her Watcher‘s face. “Do carry on with our fascinating tale, pet,” he sighed, letting one hand fall down to idly stroke her hip.

“We went into his lair. You should have seen it, Giles, it was this creepy old church. We thought we were alone in there, but then he started talking, his voice coming out from nowhere. Then he just popped up in front of us, all ‘grr…I’m going to drink your blood!’ Then he saw Spike and went all ‘William!’ He sure didn’t expect to see him there. He asked him what he was doing there, and with the Slayer he was about to kill. Then he found out Spike had claimed me, and went all ‘kill now’. So we fought, and can I just say wow! We rocked, we totally kicked his ass, and then we staked him. Not, you know, his ass, we staked him in the heart, and then we crushed the bones,” Buffy said, smiling at the others. She had smiled and gestured throughout the whole story, and the others were surprised. She had always complained about being the Slayer, and now it seemed like she enjoyed it.

“You should go home, Buffy, get some rest,” Giles said as Buffy yawned.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Getting some rest sounded good about now. If he could just get the kids to leave he could lock up the school, go home, have some more scotch, before going to bed and hoping that he would wake up in the morning to find out that this was nothing more than a bad dream.

“No, not yet,” Spike said, standing up and dragging Buffy up along with him. She frowned, wondering what he was doing. Spike smiled at his mate, before reminding her what they were going to do. She smiled at him and threw her arms around his neck, whispering a quiet ‘thanks’.

“Wha-What?” Xander stuttered, staring wide eyed at the blonde pair. “What are your plans for her, vampire? You can’t make her do anything, Buffy’s her own Slayer!” he continued, glaring at the vampire.

Spike merely looked at him, before turning towards Buffy and lifting an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips.

‘I still stand for what I said. He’s not the brightest boy,’ Spike sent, earning himself a glare from his mate. She quickly softened when he pouted slightly at her, and she relented with an affectionate smile in return.

“I promised her she would get her dance, so I’m taking her to the dance. I keep my word,” Spike said, kissing his mate’s neck. She giggled and blushed. Spike smirked at her and stroked her arms. She turned and looked into his eyes, blushing again as she saw them darken.

“It’s a little weird, but kind of cute too,” Willow whispered to Xander, blushing when Spike and Buffy looked at her. She swallowed loudly as she met the vampire’s blue eyes. She expected to see something evil, but instead she saw love and warmth shine in his eyes, something that surprised her.

“My girl’s already dressed, would be a shame not to take her to the dance,” Spike said, smiling at his mate. He bent down and kissed her, making her moan and blink lustily at him when he drew back. ‘I’m getting the car, love, so stay put. Remember, we’re forever,’ he sent, before sauntering out through the double doors. Even though he had left her wanting more, Buffy smiled at his retreating back, and sighed happily.

That was, until Giles began talking.

“Buffy, how could you? Did you not think about your calling when you did this? You acted very irresponsibly!” Giles got up, anger shining in his eyes. Buffy guessed he had held his anger at bay while Spike was in the room because he feared the vampire, but now that he had left, he was ready to let it out on Buffy.

“You mated with a killer. He is a vampire, he has no soul, which means he has no good inside of him. He still kills, and he will continue to kill. Why would he stop now? He will go out and kill, and come back to drink your blood, which will give him even more power than he has now. It is disgusting! You disgust me! “

As Giles let the last words leave his lips, Buffy’s world came tumbling down.

“I can’t believe you would say something like that after you sent me out there to die!” Buffy said. Her eyes filled with tears and a sob escaped the hand now covering her mouth. She gave her Watcher a heartbroken look and ran from the library. Exiting the school, she fell down on her knees, tears pouring from her eyes. She could feel her mate nearing -- and she could feel his anger at the Watcher.

An old, black Desoto came to a sliding halt in front of the school. Spike burst from the driver’s seat, falling to his knees in front of Buffy. He embraced her, holding her head gently against his chest as he stroked her back. He had heard the harsh words from her Watcher through the bond, and read her emotions like they were written in an open book. His heart ached for her, clearing feeling her pain.

“I know it’s sudden, love, but I love you. Don’t listen to his words, he is a Watcher, he is influenced by the Council of Watchers. According to the Council demons can’t love, can’t feel, but we can. I would never hurt you, it would kill me to do so. I know that if I fed and killed it would kill you. You’re the Slayer, or you were, and you still feel the need to protect. I can feel it, and the fact that you still feel that need is bloody admirable.” Spike held as she sobbed, slowly rocking back and forth. Soon her sobs died down to sniffles, and she held him close in silence, clutching his T-shirt.

Giles stood in the shadows, regarding his charge and her vampire mate. He was shocked to the core by the words the vampire had spoken, what he swore to the slayer he would not do. He was astonished by the sincerity in his voice, how genuine his words sounded, but even if the vampire had sworn a blood oath, Giles still would have doubted his words.

He knew what he had to do; he knew he would have to swallow his pride and hide his contempt, even if it was only temporary.

Giles stepped forth from the shadows beside the doors leading into the school, his eyes locked on the pair in front of the stairs. He took a step down, but a growl from the pale vampire halted him. Giles visibly flinched when the blue eyes turned amber upon looking at him, and he steeled himself, knowing that the vampire probably wanted to kill him right now.

“Ehh…I just…I am terribly sorry, Buffy…for what I said…inside…it was very rude of me,” Giles said, fidgeting with his hands. He took off his glasses, shifting them from hand to hand, before putting them on again.

Spike was glaring at the Watcher with loathing in his eyes, while Buffy looked at him hopefully with tearstained eyes. He felt slightly guilty, but the feeling soon disappeared, replaced by disgust. He masked his feelings, a small wordless spell from his ‘Ripper’ days all he needed.

“I truly am sorry, Buffy, I was out of line. I was just…overwhelmed… You are almost like a daughter to me, and I truly mean it when I say I did not mean those words I spoke,” Giles said, grateful that he remembered the spell to mask his feelings.

The vampire was staring too intently at him, and Giles was sure that if he hadn’t used the spell, the vampire would have guessed what he was feeling. Giles carefully eyed Buffy, who was still sitting on the ground. Her eyes were red, her hair in disarray and her knuckles was gripping Spike's duster so tightly that they shone white. Spike held her close, hand still stroking her back soothingly, and at the same time wondering what the Watcher’s next move would be.

‘You wanna go back inside, or you wanna go to the prom. Just say the word,’ Spike sent along the bond, moving his cerulean gaze over to her.

Buffy both felt and saw his concern for her, and she leaned forward, resting her forehead on his lean chest. She sighed quietly, before attempting to stand up. Spike got up along with her, both arms still around her. Buffy turned inside his embrace, wanting to regard her Watcher. She frowned slightly, feeling that there was something weird going on, but she shrugged off the feeling, thinking it was only her Slayer side feeling a demon nearby.

“It’s okay now, Giles. I’ll see you on Monday, ‘cause we’re going to the prom now,” Buffy said, giving her Watcher a small half-smile.

Giles blinked and nodded, watching the pair head over to the car. Spike walked Buffy to the passenger side, opened the door and closed it after her, before returning to his own side. The pair drove off, and Giles went back inside the library, dismissing the others, telling them to leave. He only nodded absently minded when Xander and Willow said that they would head over to the prom, too preoccupied to bother to respond.

When silence had reigned for a couple of minutes, Giles went into his office, his bottle of scotch in one hand. He sat down in front of his desk, and then promptly began drinking the alcohol straight from the bottle. After a little while he put the scotch on the desk, and began looking in his desk drawers after something he would knew he had in one of the drawers. Now and then he stole a longing glance at the still-not-empty bottle, cursing himself for having to look for what he needed. Suddenly he gave a small shout of joy, and his hand emerged from a drawer holding a leather journal.

He opened the book he had been given when he first had been told about the Slayer he had been assigned to, and stared at a long row of numbers placed neatly under a name. He put down the book, took another healthy swig of scotch and found the phone. He dialled the numbers with shaky fingers, inhaling and exhaling dramatically while he waited for someone to pick up. A gruff voice greeted him, and he swallowed deeply before starting.

“Hello, Mr. Travers. This is Rupert Giles, and I’m calling to tell you about my charge, Miss Buffy Anne Summers.”
 
 
Chapter #6 - Chapter 6
 
A/N: As always thanks to my lovely betas Lisfayte and DreamsofSpike.
Sorry for not posting this earlier, I've had a lot to do.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no matter how much I beg and cry. They are all slaves to Joss and his friends.
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He opened the book he had been given when he first had been told about the Slayer he had been assigned to, and stared at a long row of numbers placed neatly under a name. He put down the book, took another healthy swig from his bottle of scotch, and found the phone. Dialing the numbers with shaky fingers, he felt his breath quicken with apprehension while he waited for someone to pick up. Finally a gruff voice greeted him, and he swallowed deeply before speaking.

“Hello, Mr. Travers. This is Rupert Giles, and I’m calling to tell you about my charge, Miss Buffy Anne Summers.”



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Meanwhile, at the Bronze:


Spike and Buffy left the school behind, Buffy holding onto Spike’s duster tightly. Spike could feel the hurt and shock her Watcher’s words had left in her, even after his apology. He wanted to wring the Watcher’s neck for daring to upset his mate, but knew that doing so would only hurt the girl more.



They stopped outside the Bronze, sitting quietly in the car for a minute before Spike got out and opened Buffy’s door. Taking his mate’s hand in his, Spike led her to the door. Once inside the club, they struggled through the throng of dancing bodies, making their way over to an empty table.



‘You want anything, luv?’ Spike mentally asked his mate, sitting down at the table. He dragged her down onto his lap, hands stroking her hips, and she leaned back against his chest, sighing with contentment. The fight with the Master, followed by the oh-so-joyous talk with her Watcher and Angel had left her drained.



She closed her eyes and smiled, thankful that she had Spike to help her through it.

‘Diet Coke?’ she replied after a few moments, opening her eyes and giving him a grateful smile. He lifted her off his lap and stood up, smirking when she pouted at the loss of contact between them. He leaned in and left a searing kiss on her lips before leaving to get their drinks.


He came back about five minutes later, a glass of diet coke in one hand and a glass of beer in the other. He put her drink down in front of her, and then sat down beside her, taking a big sip of his beer as he did so. Buffy quietly sipped her coke, before setting it down on the table. She leaned into her mate’s side again, sighing as he slipped an arm around her shoulders.



She lifted the glass and sat sipping, staring at the dancing kids without really seeing them. After a while she put down the glass on the table, as Spike stood up beside her. Buffy frowned as she gave him a questioning look. He smiled at her and held out his hand in a gentle invitation.



‘Dance, luv?’ he requested silently, and she smiled as she stood up to join him, slipping her hand into his. He led her out to the dance floor, found a spot he liked and slipped his arms around her waist. A slow song was flowing out from the speakers, and Buffy leaned her head against his neck, breathing in his scent. They swayed to the music, Spike also enjoying the enticing fragrance of his mate, and her increasingly obvious desire for him.



Too soon the song was over, and the mated pair made their way over to a vacant table. Spike sat down, dragging a willing Buffy onto his lap again, and began kissing her neck, making her moan quietly. Buffy gladly lost herself in the sensation of his lips on her skin, joy and love flowing through her.



Spike momentarily lifted his eyes and saw Buffy’s friends, the redhead and the boy, making their way over to the table. He reluctantly removed his lips from Buffy’s neck, and her eyes opened, immediately missing the feeling of his lips on her sensitive throat. She blinked, and then glanced behind her when Spike nudged her. She saw Willow and Xander coming toward them, and she smiled.



“Hi,” she said warmly. When they didn’t return her smile, her face fell a little and she frowned.



Xander turned his cold gaze on Spike, scowling at him, while Willow looked at the vampire with fear in her eyes. Buffy felt her happiness diminishing as she drew in a sharp little breath, feeling an overwhelming sadness at the fact that her friends didn’t seem to be happy that she was happy. Spike found her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.



“Hey, Buffy. How are you doing, after, you know, killing the Master?” Xander asked, ignoring the vampire.



Buffy looked at Spike and squeezed his hand, before she looked at her friend again and answered him. “We’re fine, thank you,” she told Xander politely, resisting the urge to giggle when Xander blinked.



Buffy just snuggled deeper into her mate’s embrace, enjoying the feeling of security his arms around her made her feel. She knew that he would do anything to keep her safe, and as the Slayer that should have bothered her a little, but surprisingly she didn’t object to it, glad that someone was willing to do anything for her.



Buffy turned toward her friends again, Xander still glaring at Spike and Willow with her eyes on the floor. The redhead briefly lifted her eyes, but received a sharp glare from Xander when she did. Her face fell, and her eyes turned sad. Buffy glared at Xander, and snorted contemptuously, before turning back to her mate again.



‘Come! Your place, now,’ she sent desperately to Spike, adding some nice visual images as well.



Merely looking at him made her pant, and by now she was ready for more than a few passionate kisses. She could feel an ache deep inside her for her mate, telling her that now was the time. Spike, catching her drift immediately, let out a barely audible growl and stood up abruptly, holding onto her hips and keeping her close as he did.



Buffy grinned mischievously at Xander, giggling slightly when he gasped, and let the aroused vampire lead her outside.



“Where are you staying?” Buffy asked as they left the club, slightly breathless, excited about the upcoming experience that she was longing for.



Spike held open the door on the driver’s side of the car, and Buffy slid across to the other side, smiling at her mate as he got in and started the car. As he pulled away from the Bronze, he laid a hand on her thigh, stroking her through her dress. Buffy sighed and moved closer, resting her head on his shoulder.



“I’m staying at a hotel, dunno what it’s called. I’ve got a suite,” he said, smirking at her. He looked over her petite figure and his mind began to drift, images of what he wanted to do to her floating through their bond from his mind to Buffy’s.



Buffy blushed and averted her eyes, and Spike frowned.



“What’s with the blushing virgin act, love?” Spike asked her, keeping one eye on the road and one on her.



“Umm…I’m not…I mean…I *am* a virgin,” she said in a whisper, keeping her eyes on the floor with obvious embarrassment.



Spike’s mouth dropped open; the vampire looked completely stunned.



“You are?” It just slipped out, but his aghast tone had Buffy glancing up at him with an offended look in her eyes. Spike cursed his own thoughtlessness, knowing that he had to do something right away to soothe his mate’s injured feelings. “I didn’t mean that like you were thinking,” he informed her softly. “It’s just that you’re so bloody hot, and I can’t understand why you don’t have a boyfriend. Bloody hell, I can’t understand why you don’t have a bleedin’ fan club trailing after you,” he explained, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye to gauge her reaction.



Buffy blushed at his words, and fastened her gaze on her knees. Spike stroked her arm, leaning his head over to rest it on the top of hers. Buffy sighed, and closed her eyes.



“We’ll take our time, wait till you’re ready, pet,” Spike said, kissing her hair.



She smiled slightly as she let her hand come to rest on his thigh, feeling quite comforted by his words.



They drove the rest of the way in comfortable silence, arriving after a few minutes longer. Spike stopped in front of the hotel, handing the car keys over to the young man who opened the door for them. He drove away in the car, and Spike stared worriedly after them until the car disappeared from his view.



They turned and walked into the lobby hand in hand. Spike sauntered over to the reception desk, Buffy looking around with big eyes. They came to a stop in front of the desk, and Spike began tapping his fingers impatiently on the countertop, waiting for the female receptionist to notice them. She looked up when she heard the tapping, quickly getting to her feet.



“Oh, Mr. Pratt, you’re back. Here is your key.” The woman held out his key, staring at him with admiring eyes.



Buffy glared at her, and slid closer to Spike. The woman almost snarled in response and Buffy smiled triumphantly. Spike held back a chuckle and took the key, being careful not to touch the woman’s hand as he did so. It wouldn’t do to enrage his apparently quite possessive mate right now.



Buffy threw the woman another triumphant smirk, before the mates entered the elevator and took it to the top. Spike stepped into the hallway and led Buffy to the end of it, stopping before a plain door with the number 416 on it. Spike slowly unlocked the door, then covered his mate’s eyes as he pushed the door open with his foot. Once they were both inside, he uncovered her eyes.



“You like it, luv?” Spike asked as Buffy gasped at the sight of the suite.



It was large and luxurious, and Buffy figured her mate had to be well off to have paid for this. A big, white couch sat in the middle of the room, facing an impressive entertainment center, complete with a widescreen TV, VCR player and huge speakers. A lush, beige wall-to-wall carpet covered the floor, and beige curtains covered the dark windows. A big, open doorway led into a spacious bedroom, where a king-size bed stood in the middle of the room. Another doorway led into a white tiled bathroom, where a big Jacuzzi filled most of the room.



Buffy sighed at the sight before her as he showed her around, staring wide-eyed at the things inside the rooms. Spike shed his duster and the red, silk shirt he wore into a chair beside the door, before he slipped his arms around Buffy’s waist, holding her against his chiseled chest.



“Wanna wash off the dust, love?” Spike asked and she nodded. He slid her denim jacket off and threw it out into the main room. He stroked her arm softly, his cold hand giving her goose bumps, before slowly working his way to her back, sliding down the zipper on her dress.



“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back,” Spike said suddenly, and slipped out of the bathroom.



Buffy frowned, missing his hands on her skin, pouting after his retreating figure. When he didn’t return immediately, she turned on the water. There were several bottles of oil and bubble bath sitting on the edge of the tub, and she poured some into the warm water, before letting the dress fall from her shoulders, and stepping out of it, leaving it draped over the toilet. Buffy was left standing in a lacy bra and panties, debating if she should just slip into the water or if she should wait for her vampire.



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Spike reluctantly left the bathroom and picked up the phone, dialing down to the lobby. He ordered a plate of strawberries and a bottle of champagne, hinting that it was very important that it be delivered as soon as possible. He ended up pacing the bedroom, quelling the urge to run into the bathroom and rip the clothes off Buffy, while he waited for the treats to arrive.



‘Finally,’ he thought as he heard a knock on the door, opening it quickly. He paid the delivery boy and took the champagne and strawberries from him, closing the door with his foot. He then proceeded into the bathroom, where he found his mate sitting in the Jacuzzi with water up to her neck. He froze, and she giggled. He quickly shook it off and set the champagne and the ripe berries on the tiles near the tub.

“Couldn’t wait?” he asked, grinning, as he swiftly shed his black t-shirt.



Buffy licked her lips when she saw his well-muscled chest, and Spike bent forward, kissing her flushed forehead, before straightening to slowly begin unbuckling his belt, leering at her while doing so. He popped the buttons on his jeans and slid them down over his hips, still watching her with every move.



Buffy had begun blushing as soon as his hands neared his pants, but when she glanced casually over at him again her eyes widened. His cock jutted proudly out from his body, drops of precum glistening on the tip.



Spike felt Buffy’s nervousness through the bond, and sent soothing thoughts back to her, as he glided slowly toward the tub, and then stepped into the warm water. He slid over so that he was sitting beside her, savoring the feeling of the water as it warmed his cool body. He looked at her with lust in his eyes as he stretched out an arm to the rim of the tub, grabbing the bowl of strawberries.



He took a ripe and juicy berry and held it in front of her mouth, smiling as she took a small, tentative bite, slowly tracing her lips with the berry, making her lips red and shiny, as she savored the taste of the fruit. When she swallowed he grabbed her, turned her toward him and attacked her lips, licking away the strawberry juice staining her lips – unable to wait a single moment longer. She responded hungrily, twining her fingers in his slicked back hair as she kissed him back.



“God, you’re gonna kill me, pet,” Spike moaned against her lips, and she grinned.



She wasn’t ready to stop kissing and expressed her opinion by holding him tighter, pressing her mouth harder to his. Spike smirked, not wanting to be outdone, and began kissing her back again, his tongue begging entrance to her mouth. She willingly opened her mouth, and his tongue slipped inside, urging hers into action. She smiled slightly, and soon they were dueling fiercely, neither one willing to back down.



They gradually stopped for breath, both panting wildly and looking thoroughly – well, kissed. Spike smirked at her, and she grinned back. He grabbed the champagne bottle and pulled it over to them, grabbing the cork with his teeth and pulling it out, sweeping up the foam with his tongue. He took a big sip and held the bottle out to her, silently asking her if she wanted any.



She looked at the bottle suspiciously, as she took it from his hand and raised it slowly to her mouth. She took a small sip and swallowed, frowning when nothing happened.



“That wasn’t too bad,” she said, and Spike chuckled. She took another sip, but swallowed too early and choked on it. She clutched the bottle in one hand while she coughed, eyes watering. Spike laughed at her, and when she got her breath back, she scowled at him as she snorted and quickly lifted herself up, sitting down between his legs. She blushed when she felt his cock against her ass, but she was secretly proud that she could do this to him.



‘Teach you to laugh at me,’ she declared silently as he groaned in desire.



He snaked his arms around her waist, one hand slowly sliding up toward her breasts.. She moaned, shuddering when a thumb slid down the side of one of them, and Spike groaned again at the sound, as one hand made its way down toward her coarse curls. Buffy tensed when she felt his hand slide over her, and he stopped, silently reassuring her that it was her call.



Buffy smiled and leaned her head back onto his chest, one of her hands grabbing the one making its way downward and guiding it a littler further. At the same time she wriggled her bottom, grinding it against his erection. Spike growled and let his hand continue its exploration.



Buffy gasped as his fingers slid over her nether lips, and when his thumb brushed her slit she moaned, sparks dancing before her eyes. She closed them with a little gasp, and Spike smiled, his thumb softly flicking her clit.



“More…” Buffy moaned, rapidly coming to love the new sensation of his thumb on her clit.



Spike slowly ran his tongue over her jugular, sending shivers down her spine, and she moaned again. His other hand was busy stroking her breast, fingers brushing over her nipple and sending electric currents right to her womb. As he did, Spike let his other hand massage her clit, before sliding it downward again, leaving only his thumb on her pink pearl. He slipped one finger inside her heated core and she moaned. Spike smirked and slipped another finger inside, pumping slowly. Buffy began rolling her hips, wanting more friction on her clit, and Spike obeyed, thumb flicking her clit faster.



Buffy let out a strangled cry, closing her eyes in ecstasy. Spike sensed that she was close, so he pressed his thumb down onto her clit before giving it one last flick, sending her over the edge. Buffy screamed his name, stars dancing before her eyes as a tremendous wave of pleasure rolled through her.



“Oh my…God… Spike…that was amazing,” Buffy panted, slumped boneless against his chest. Spike chuckled softly and Buffy sighed in contentment, as he slipped his fingers from her pussy, settling his hands around her waist.



“Wanna get out of the water, love?” Spike asked, sliding a hand through her silken hair.



Buffy nodded, and Spike stood up, stepping out of the tub. He grabbed a big, fluffy towel and quickly towelled himself dry, before holding out a new towel and wrapping it around Buffy as she stood up and stepped out too. Once he had finished tenderly rubbing her dry, he swept her off her feet for the second time that evening, carrying her toward the king-sized bed. Buffy sighed against his chest, expecting him to put her down carefully, but when he dropped her onto the bed she squealed with surprised laughter. He yanked her towel away and pounced on her playfully.



“Lie on your back, kitten,” Spike whispered, staring admiringly at her golden body stretched out on the bed.



Buffy complied quietly, staring up at him with wide eyes. When he didn’t speak, Buffy blushed and began fidgeting, trying to cover herself with her hands. Spike held her wrist, and shook his head.



“No need to cover up, love, you’re beautiful,” he said, crawling up to lie beside her, softly kissing her neck. Buffy blushed at his comment, but smiled slightly and removed her hands, holding them still beside her body.



Spike began moving downwards, and Buffy moaned, as he alternated between kissing and licking a cool path down to one of her breasts, slowly circling the nipple, before taking it into his mouth and sucking passionately on it. One hand covered the other breast, fingers flicking and pinching the nipple, and Buffy moaned, wriggling under Spike, wanting more.



Slowly Spike tore himself away from her breasts, kissing a trail down over her smooth stomach. Buffy moaned as his hands gripped her hips, massaging her softly, but she tensed as he positioned himself between her legs.



‘Not yet, luv. Gonna make you scream again,’ Spike sent the words to her across their bond, and she blushed.



He grinned, before he bent his head down over her needy body. She was still tense, and a small wrinkle appeared on her forehead, but it swiftly vanished as he let his tongue slide over her pink nether lips, and she gave a short cry. Spike chuckled and the vibrations made her shudder.



“More, Spike…Unngh…Spike!” Buffy moaned and wriggled, trying to lift her hips, enjoying the feeling of her mate lapping at her juices.



Her eyes rolled and she thrashed wildly, Spike’s hands on her hips the only thing holding her down. He smirked at her enthusiasm, blessing the fact that he didn’t need to breathe so that he could pleasure his lovely, golden goddess, before pushing his tongue as far inside her core as he could. Buffy let out a shriek, hands fisting in the sheets and her thighs holding him in place like a vice.



Spike brought up a hand, inserting a finger into her hot core, and then another. He moved his mouth up, fastening it onto her clit. Buffy was lifted to new heights of pleasure and moaned.



“Don’t stop! I…ahh…love…you!…More! Please…Spike!”



Her back arched, but Spike kept her down. He was momentarily stunned by her words, but didn’t stop his ministrations, letting her words and non-words encourage him. He caught the sensitive bundle between his teeth and gave it a small flick, sending her tumbling over the edge. Buffy screamed her lover’s name as she came, Spike’s head still between her thighs, drinking down her juices as they flowed out of her.



“Ohh…” Buffy moaned as her mate rose to lie down beside her, gazing at her with a smug grin. Buffy looked at him, noting his straining erection, which lay against her thigh, looking hard as rock.



“Good, luv?” Spike asked Buffy, momentarily distracting her from his cock. He smirked when she nodded lazily, smiling and satisfied.



Spike raised himself up onto his elbows, shifting so that he held himself just above her. Buffy licked her lips, partly nervous and partly excited, though she couldn’t have said which sensation was stronger at the moment. Spike saw the apprehension in her eyes and he lowered his head, kissing her slowly and softly.



The kiss intensified, becoming more passionate as it went on. Spike positioned the tip of his cock at her sodden entrance, sliding it up and down, coating it in her juices. Buffy moaned and bucked up slightly, causing him to enter slightly before he had intended to. Spike groaned at the tightness of her, and began pushing slowly inward.



Her vaginal walls felt like they were capturing her, drawing him deeper inside of her, and he growled. He was overcome with lust, and when he felt her maidenhead he quickly pushed on, tearing it. Buffy tensed at the pain, and she whimpered. Spike stopped when he heard her whimper and smelled her blood.

“I’m sorry, luv, but it was necessary. It’ll be good now,” he said, one hand stroking her face sympathetically.



Buffy caught his eyes, trust shining in hers, and she nodded. He bent down and kissed her softly, before he slowly began to move within her again. He rocked his hips rhythmically, as if to some unheard music, and Buffy moaned. She gradually began to meet his thrusts, picking up her pace as her excitement and pleasure grew.



Spike slipped one hand down to her clit, massaging it gently. Buffy bucked up and he was driven deeper inside of her, her tight walls gripping him like a vice. Buffy moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer and pushing him further inside of her.



“Love you, Buffy. Only you, my golden goddess. You, only you…” Spike groaned, giving her clit one final flick. She screamed, coming hard, her silken walls squeezing her mate’s cock, making his eyes cross with the intense pleasurable pressure. He felt himself tighten and he thrust more fervently for just a few moments, before he spilled his cool seed inside of her, roaring his release.



Spike lay draped over her, and when she poked him in the rib he shifted, twisting them so that they lay facing each other, his cock still inside her and her feet entangled with his. He kissed her, and then settled his arms around her, holding her close, as they drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
 
 
Chapter #7 - Chapter 7
 
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Spike lay draped over her, and when she poked him in the rib he shifted, twisting them so that they lay facing each other, his cock still inside her and her feet entangled with his. He kissed her, and then settled his arms around her, holding her close. She soon drifted off to sleep, and he followed shortly

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Buffy stretched languidly and yawned, waking to find her head burrowed into a soft, white pillow. She rolled her shoulders, her whole body aching, yet satisfied. She blinked in surprise, taking in the unfamiliar décor of the room she was in. She frowned, and suddenly became aware of the arm around her waist and the feet entwined with hers. She froze, her mind racing rapidly through the events of the day before, until she had caught up with everything that had happened.

Meeting Spike in the alley…her surprise at how he had acted…the mating and the fight with the Master…talking with her watcher, friends and Angel…going to the prom and then coming back here…and of course, all the fun stuff that had transpired in the hotel suite after that…

And all in the course of a single day.

Buffy yawned again, and twisted in bed so that she was facing Spike. She smiled, her mind still not wholly wrapped around the fact that she was mated to this handsome man, who made her feel both nervous and self-conscious, and like the most beautiful woman in the world, at the same time.

She felt an urge to giggle, but stifled it, not wanting to wake her mate, before sighing and resting her head on her arm, just watching Spike sleep. He looked so strangely young and innocent in his sleep, contrary to his true nature. Buffy shyly reached out one hand to ghost across his face, smiling as he smiled in his sleep at her touch.

“Oh God, Mom!” Buffy cried out almost hysterically all at once as she suddenly sat up, remembering the fact that she hadn't come home last night and that her mom was probably frantic by now.

“She is so going to kill me!” she added, looking around in the room in near panic, searching for her clothes. Spike, awakened by her outburst, groaned and threw a brief glance at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 10:00am, and he groaned again.

It was still very early for a vampire to be waking.

“Tell her it was Slayer-related,” Spike suggested, his words somewhat muffled by the pillow his face was once again buried in. His hair was all curly, and Buffy felt the urge to run her fingers through it, but knew that this was not the right time to be thinking of those sorts of things.

“Eh… Mom doesn't know…” she said in a low voice, ducking her head.

Spike lifted his head to look at her, a slightly shocked expression on his face. “Your mum doesn't know you're the Slayer? Bloody hell,” he said, sounding shocked. He sat up and cocked his head, staring at her with cerulean eyes. “I thought your mum would know, since you're living at home. I've met some other Slayers, but none of them lived with their family,” he added, causing Buffy to suddenly look at him with questioning eyes.

“How come you know so much about slayers?” she asked him.

So she wasn't the first slayer he had met. She wondered when he had met them, and how that had been, what with the whole “mortal enemies” thing and all. She wanted to ask him, because she wanted him to open up to her, and she wanted to learn everything there was to know about him.

“It’s a long tale, and you haven’t really got time right now,” he reminded her.

She pouted. She knew they had to go talk to her mom, but it wasn't a thing she was looking forward to doing. There would be awkward questions and evil glares, both coming from her mom, and she would have a hard time explaining.

Maybe it would be easier running away, she thought hopefully.

“Maybe you should tell her you're the Slayer, but it’s your call,” Spike said, and drew the girl to him, holding her close. He kissed her neck and she sighed. He had, surprisingly, been able to follow her thoughts about the meeting, and knew this was something they had to do.

“Might be good for her to know, seeing how you're not gonna age anymore. Stay beautiful,” he said, the last part added while he was eying her.

She smiled with a sigh as she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

“Yeah, you’re right. I should tell her. But you are coming, too,” Buffy said, looking up at him with warm, hazel eyes. She leaned down to playfully nip his neck, and heard him growl softly, a low, deep sound that reverberated through her and made her shudder in pleasure. She stopped nipping and began tracing kisses up his neck, then finally across his sharp cheekbones.

“Pet, would be best to stop now, or I won't be responsible for my actions,” Spike groaned, his eyes closed and his breath coming in deep pants. Buffy stopped and drew back, but she was pouting slightly when he opened his eyes and he knew that she, like him, would rather have stayed in bed.

Buffy got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, searching for her clothes. Spike smirked at her, eying her naked form with hunger. She stopped, having felt him through the bond, and looked at him over her shoulder, smiling suggestively at him.

“Shower?” she asked, grinning. Spike felt his cock harden as he eagerly jumped off the bed, chasing his laughing mate into the bathroom.

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“I'm so dead…” Buffy whimpered, her head on Spike’s shoulder and her eyes closed. They stood in the elevator, both silently dreading the next few hours. Spike was nervous about going out into the sunlight, and what Buffy’s mum would say when she found out that her daughter was the Slayer, that he was a vampire and that they were mated.

Buffy’s thoughts reflected his, but with a major focus on what her mom would say when she told her that she was the Slayer. She just knew that it would disappoint and worry her.

The pair stepped out into the lobby, their arms around each other’s waists. When the red-haired receptionist threw Spike a lust-filled glance, Buffy tightened her arm around his waist, but he didn't even notice it. Buffy glared at the other woman until she looked away and then stepped toward the door.

She didn't get far. She stumbled a little, but kept her balance. She turned and looked at Spike, who stood frozen, completely silent, not even breathing. She frowned, tilting her head to look at him. Spike stared transfixed through the swinging doors, nervousness and uncertainty in his gaze.

On the outside of the hotel stood his car, waiting for them. He swallowed. It was outside, where the sun was brightly shining. Buffy felt his nervousness through the claim and slipped her arm from his waist to catch his hand instead, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Suddenly he shook himself, blinking as if waking from a long sleep. Buffy smiled at him and stepped toward the doors, and Spike took a deep breath and followed her. He held his breath as they went through the doors, before stopping in the shade.

‘It’s okay,’ Buffy sent, smiling at him.

He breathed slowly in and out, before cautiously stepping out into the sunlight. When he realized that he wasn't on fire, he turned and smiled wonderingly at Buffy, who giggled and joined him in the sunlight. He gave her a big grin before looking up into the sky, blinking when the brightness brought tears to his eyes.

Buffy stood up on tiptoe and kissed him softly on the lips, delighting in how much he seemed to enjoy the sun. Spike grinned at her and threw his arms around her waist, swinging her around till she squealed and begged for mercy. When he finally put her down she was panting and her face was flushed.

“Wow,” she whispered, smiling at her mate.

She watched as he held out a hand and watched it move in the sunlight. She felt suddenly very thankful to whoever had caused them to meet in that alley. She nearly couldn't believe that it was only yesterday; it seemed as if they had been together forever. She didn't even dare to think about what might have happened if they had met some other night, or if one of them had acted differently at their meeting.

“Haven't seen the sun in a while, luv. Not since I was turned,” Spike told her unnecessarily, putting an arm around her shoulders and escorting her to the passenger side of his car. He opened the door for her before going around to his side and getting in. Starting the engine, he pulled out onto the road and headed for her home.

“Yesterday you said you loved me, but it was like you hadn't meant to say it. You didn't -- want to say it?” Buffy asked him quietly, glancing at him. Spike looked at her and saw the nervousness in her eyes. He laid an arm around her shoulders and drew her closer to him. She sighed and closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Jus’ wasn't how I planned on telling you…would probably have waited a little. Telling you I loved you on the same night as I met you might have scared you. But it happened. Knew I loved you the moment I saw you, and it scared me,” he said calmly, his fingers drawing patterns on her biceps. She frowned at his reply, and opened her eyes.

“It scared you that you loved me,” she repeated in a flat voice, and he felt her tense beside him.

He kissed the top of her head before answering. “Not in a bad way. Was just so sudden, you know? I came to Sunnydale not knowing what awaited me here. I felt a pull, I followed it and ended up here, where I met you. And in that moment I knew I loved you, and it was a little … scary,” he said, fingers combing through her silky hair. She smiled at him and knew that he was telling the truth. She could feel his love, like a great wave, constantly around her, soothing her and making her feel loved and safe.

“I love you too. Like you said, I loved you from the moment I saw you. Love at first sight, you know,” she whispered, looking up at him with loving eyes. He glanced down at her with fire in his eyes, yet she could still glimpse some insecurity there as well.

“It freaked me out when I looked at you. You just… I thought you were there to kill me. And that made me sad. Or more sad, since I was already sad. But then you said you would help me, and that made me want to hug you, because it meant so much to me. And I was even more relieved when you said there was a way for me to survive. You know, I wanted it to be you all along, I just wasn't sure if you wanted…” Her voice trailed off, and she was blushing furiously as she buried her head in his shoulder.

Spike was shocked, and grinned madly, his heart feeling as if it was about to start beating again. He kissed the top of her head again, yet keeping his eyes on the road at the same time, tightening his arm around her shoulders and praying that he would never lose her.

“We’re here,” Buffy said, looking up and swallowing nervously. Spike parked the car in front of the house, the driveway already occupied by her mom's and her Watcher's cars. Buffy felt her spirits lift when she saw Giles’ car, knowing he would be there for her and help her when she told her mom about being the Slayer.

When Spike noticed the Watcher's car, his heart fell, knowing that this could get difficult, but he kept his fears to himself, not wanting to worry Buffy. The pair stepped out of the car and began to walk toward the house. She felt as if she was walking toward her doom, and she swallowed hard, nervously. Spike stepped closer to her and slid an arm around her shoulders again, before kissing her cheek.

“We could always run. Go to Paris, or New York, or… hmm…fancy a visit to Hawaii, kitten?” Spike asked, grinning at her.

Buffy smiled back, envisioning herself in a tiny bikini, tanning and relaxing in the sun on the Hawaiian beaches. Spike smirked and sent his own idea of what they could do in Hawaii to her across the bond. There wasn't as much clothing involved as in her fantasy, and even less tanning. Buffy scowled at her mate and lightly slapped his chest.

“We are going in,” she said firmly, before walking up the stairs and facing the door.

Spike could feel her tension, and he gave her shoulder a light squeeze, letting his love wash over her through the bond. Buffy smiled back at him, silently thanking him, before turning her attention toward the door and giving it a determined glare.

She silently opened the door, and the pair walked inside, stopping in the hallway as Spike took her hand. She smiled at him bravely as they walked into the living room, where Joyce stood facing Giles. He looked very much in shock, and a bit defensive, and Buffy guessed that her mother had been lecturing him.

Both Joyce and Giles turned their attention to the blonde duo in the doorway. Giles continued to look shocked, while Joyce looked relieved -- and mad as hell. She stood gaping at her daughter and the strange man beside her, until she shook herself out of her reverie.

“Buffy!” she whispered, before running toward her daughter and throwing her arms around her, enveloping her in a hug. Buffy heard her mother sob, and returned the hug with one arm, smiling at her mate over her shoulder with tears in her eyes.

“Where have you been, young lady? I've been so worried! And Mr. Giles here, your …librarian…or thatcher, or whatever he called himself, stopped by asking for you, and I couldn’t find you! And then he said that you might not come back,” Joyce said, stepping back from her daughter and giving her a stern glare.

“Mom, look, I’m sorry. If you let me, I will explain everything,” Buffy said, squeezing Spike’s hand.

Finally Joyce noticed him and turned her glare onto him, frowning suspiciously. He smiled slightly, but then lowered his gaze when Joyce did not relent. “Who is he? Who are you?” Joyce asked, the first question directed to her daughter, the next to Spike. Buffy bit her lower lip, before taking a step closer to her mate’s side.

“Ehh...Mom, he’s part of the whole ‘splainy thing I’m about to do,” Buffy said, standing closer to her mate.

Joyce looked at her daughter again expectantly, waiting for her to go on.

“You might wanna sit down, mom,” Buffy added, smiling nervously.

Joyce nodded reluctantly as she sat down on the couch. Spike and Buffy stepped into the living room and came to stand in front of the couch, facing her mom and her watcher. Buffy swallowed, reluctant to begin, and Spike squeezed her hand, showing his support.

“Mom, I am a Vampire Slayer. No, let me finish,” Buffy said, holding up her hand when Joyce looked about to speak.

Joyce clenched her jaw, but kept quiet.

“I am a Vampire Slayer,” Buffy repeated. “I am The Chosen One, or was, but that comes afterward. I slay vampires and demons. Giles here is my Watcher; he helps me fight the vampires. Merrick was my watcher in LA, but he died. And remember Angel, my history tutor? He’s a vampire,” Buffy said, regretting having brought up Angel in front of Spike when she heard him growl possessively.

She knew he hated Angel, and his insecurities always seemed to flare up when her ex-lover was mentioned, so she let her love for him flow through the claim and show him that she really regretted bringing up his grandsire at all.

“This is Spike,” Buffy said, gesturing to Spike with her free hand. He smiled, nodded and spoke a soft “’lo,” to her mother.

“He is a vampire too, and he is my mate,” Buffy said, smiling at her mother.

Joyce just stared at her for a long moment, before sighing deeply. “Buffy, I told you to stop with this nonsense in LA. You admitted to only having made it up,” Joyce said, shaking her head sadly.

Buffy stared at her with shock, tears welling up in her eyes. “Mom, I would have told you and the doctors anything to let me out of that place. I would have dyed my hair pink and sung the national anthem if it got me out of there,” Buffy said, tears slowly making their way down her cheeks as she remembered the weeks she had spent in the institution.

Spike was shocked by what was revealed by her words, but he didn't say a thing. Instead he just stepped closer to Buffy and ran his hand soothingly down her back, which seemed to calm her down.

“The things I told you then were true, and they’re still true now. I am the Slayer; nothing except death can change that. I am also Spike’s, and he is mine. We are eternal mates. He is immortal, and I am too now. Me and him, we are forever,” Buffy said, her voice growing stronger word by word. She looked at her mom the entire time, who now looked ready to faint.

Joyce nearly swayed and reached out to grab the arm of the couch to steady herself. “Buffy, you must be delusional. You are…you are making this up,” Joyce insisted, standing up abruptly.

Giles looked like he wanted to speak, but he neither dared, nor was fast enough.

“Mom, please,” the slayer pleaded, hazel eyes gleaming with tears.

Joyce regarded her emotionally distraught daughter, and the man trying to calm and soothe her, frowning at the pair of them in disapproval.

‘Want me to help, luv?’ Spike sent to his mate, sapphire eyes looking at her with love.

She smiled weakly at him and nodded. He nodded back, and she threw her arms around his waist, burying her face in his shirt. Joyce glared at Spike, but he didn't notice, his attention on his distressed girl.

“Mrs. Summers, My name is William and I'm a vampire. I was born in 1855, and turned, made a vampire, in 1880. I'm a dead body walking, if you want to put it that way,” Spike said, stroking Buffy’s back.

Buffy had turned her head and was looking at her mom, wondering how she was going to react.

Joyce looked astonished at first, but it quickly gave way to anger.

“What is this crap? First Mr. Giles here, then you Buffy, then finally this young man here, which you seem to be so attached to. A man I've never even met before,” Joyce said.

She seemed to have more to say, but Buffy interrupted her, looking apologetically at her mom. “Spike, could you…you know…change,” Buffy pleaded, looking at the vampire with eyes still wet with her tears. “That might be the only thing that’s going to prove this to her.”

Spike gave her a reassuring nod, still stroking her back. He then turned his attention to Joyce, and shifted his face into his vampyric visage, changing back after Joyce’s gasp had confirmed that she really had seen his face. Amber eyes were replaced by blue, and bones shifted, making his face smooth once again. Spike looked at Buffy for approval, who smiled and leaned into him.

“Believe us now, mom?” Buffy asked calmly, looking at her mother, half fearing that even that had not been enough.

Joyce was staring transfixed at Spike, frozen in shock. “So…Some…Something is wrong with him! Something is wrong with you!” Joyce finally said, her voice near a hysterical level. She was pointing toward Spike while talking, and he unconsciously took a small step backward.

“Mom, it’s like I said. Spike is a vampire. I'm sure if you ask you can look for a pulse, but you won't find it,” Buffy told her mom quietly.

“No, that cannot be. Everyone has to have a pulse, you just have to,” Joyce replied, shaken by what her daughter and the young man, William, had told her.

“But I'm not alive,” Spike countered solemnly and he tightened his hold on Buffy. She smiled up at him, and stroked his back gently.

“I…I…” Joyce stuttered, and Buffy glanced at Giles.

He took this as his cue to leave, and quietly got to his feet. He smiled gently at Buffy as he walked by her, but he did not even look at Spike, acting as if he could not see him. He gave Buffy one last look, and exited the house.

“So…I'm guessing we’re going to talk?” Buffy asked hesitantly, looking up at her mother.
Joyce looked shaken, shaking her head in denial without a word as she walked away, into the kitchen. Both Buffy and Spike could hear a cupboard being opened and the clink of glass on glass, as they exchanged a nervous look, wondering if they should go after her.

Two minutes later, Joyce came back into the living room.

“Yes, we are going to talk,” she finally replied to Buffy’s question, motioning for them to sit down.

They sat down and mentally braced themselves for what would certainly be a very long talk.

 
 
Chapter #8 - Chapter 8
 
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“We’re going to patrol now, Mom. We’ll be back later,” Buffy said, leading Spike down the stairs. They had been holed up in her room, both still reeling from the thorough interrogation Joyce had conducted.

They stopped at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Joyce’s reply, and Buffy snaked her arms around Spikes waist. She leaned her head on his chest, sighing and closing her eyes. Her mother had left no subject untouched, demanding every detail, before finally leaving them, telling them that she needed time to process everything. After that, they had gratefully retreated to Buffy’s room for lots of talking and cuddling.

A muffled “okay” was heard from the basement, where Joyce was now folding clean clothes and thinking about her daughter's big revelations. She had been thoroughly shocked by what her daughter had told her. Her little girl was the Slayer, a girl who was apparently destined to go out every night and risk her life for the sake of the whole world. She had gotten “married” to a vampire yesterday, after only knowing him for an hour. And to top it off, she was now immortal.

‘What about the hotel room, luv?’ Spike sent, smirking at Buffy, sapphire eyes glinting with lust.

She gave him a beaming smile, grabbed her jacket and walked out the door. He picked up his duster, leering at her retreating backside as he followed her outside, closing the door behind him.

He let his eyes roam over her petite figure, appreciating the way her clothes showed off her curves, most of which had been hidden under the gown she had been wearing yesterday. Now, she was wearing a black miniskirt, a white top, and her denim jacket, and Spike could hardly wait to tear them off her luscious body.

‘You coming? The faster we’re done here, the faster we can get back to your room,’ Buffy asked him silently, glancing innocently at him over her shoulder.

He growled, already rock hard, thanks to her and the visual images that filled his mind with those words. He stopped suddenly, pensively staring at her. She was the one, the one who held his heart and had the capability of totally destroying him. She was the one who had brought light into his existence, literally, and for that alone, he was eternally grateful. She *was* light -- radiant -- and one hell of a fighter.

And she was his.

He suddenly realized that she had gotten a good distance ahead of him during his reverie, and he sprinted to catch up with her. When he reached her, he grabbed her around the waist and spun her around in his arms, and she let out a small yelp of laughing surprise. He let her slide down his body, holding her flush against him, her soft form perfectly fitting against his harder one.

Buffy blushed as she felt his cock, hidden by layers of cloth, press against her stomach. She felt wetness staining her panties, and when she saw Spike’s nostrils flaring, she knew he had scented it. She pressed herself closer, moaning softly, as Spike placed a hand under her chin and tilted her head up, catching her lips in a searing kiss which made her toes curl.

“Spike,” she panted as they broke apart, eyes glazed with lust. Spike was panting too, even though he had no need for air. He still breathed, and had done so for as long as he could remember. He guessed he had continued breathing after he was turned and it had stayed with him as a habit.

Spike kept his eyes on Buffy. He could hear her blood rushing through her veins, and it sang to him, tempting him. He could hear her heartbeat, beating an unsteady rhythm, the same one as before they had made love for the first time, and he inhaled sharply. He wanted her, right here and right now, but something told him that Joyce might not like it if they made love in front of her house.

Spike sighed and stepped slightly away from her, instantly regretting it. He missed her body heat already, missed how she seemed to fit him perfectly. He knew that the sigh she had let out was because he had stepped away, but he knew that it was for the best. If they didn't stopp then, they wouldn't ever.

“We were going to patrol, kitten,” Spike reminded her, turning toward the car, one arm still around her waist. He led her to the car, and opened the door on his side. Buffy sighed as he slipped the arm from her waist, and got into the car, sliding over the leather to the passenger side. He entered the car and started it up, and they drove off.

He patted the leather between their bodies, silently asking her to slide over closer to him. She giggled and obliged him, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Where to?” Spike asked, tapping the fingers of one hand on the steering wheel. He had the other arm around Buffy’s shoulders, and was currently sliding his fingers through her golden hair.

“Anywhere. A cemetery,” Buffy replied helpfully, closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Spike’s fingers in her hair.

She was tired, restless and wanted her mate, preferably right now. She pouted as she began fidgeting with her left hand, unsure where to let it rest. After mentally debating for a while, she finally put it down on Spike’s thigh, slowly stroking his leg. She gradually made her way up his leg, finally reaching his groin.

Spike hissed quietly when her delicate hand brushed against his cloth-covered cock, trying to keep the car on the road despite her intimate attentions. Luckily, there weren't that many vehicles out tonight, and he swiftly righted the car before it could leave the road. Buffy blushed furiously, still a little unaccustomed to everything related to sex, but Spike only grinned.

“Don't be embarrassed, luv,” Spike said, slipping his free hand from her shoulders and placing it high on her thigh. He moved it the edge of the skirt and slid it upward, not stopping until it was around her waist. Buffy opened her eyes, but didn't say anything. He slipped his hand into her panties, and slid a finger over her clit, making her moan.

“Unghh…” Buffy moaned as Spike slipped a finger into her wet core. He added another, making Buffy buck up against his hand. He twisted his fingers, and began gently massaging the nerve bundle inside of her. She bucked against his hand more fervently and moaned with lust, as the vampire slipped another finger into her heat.

“Spike…unghh…” Buffy whimpered, closing her eyes.

She writhed at his touch, and the smell of her arousal drove Spike nearly out of his mind with lust. He was beginning to focus mostly on his girl, instead of the road, and he silently thanked whoever was listening when the cemetery came into view. He stopped in front of the gates and killed the engine.

Finally he was able to turn his attention wholly on the bucking slayer riding his hand. He turned toward her and pulled up her blouse, revealing a lacy bra covering two golden globes. He fastened his lips onto her breast, wetting the lace and making it scrape over her over-sensitive nipple. She moaned and forced her eyes open, the sight of Spike simultaneously sucking on her covered nipple and fingering her arousing her even more.

Spike’s fingers worked her with ease, his thumb flicking her clit. She felt herself nearing the edge and moaned, silently begging him to take her over the brink. He complied, and stars exploded behind her eyes. She screamed his name, her muscles holding him in place like a vice, as she continued to writhe for a few seconds longer, before opening her eyes to smile lazily at him.

“My turn,” she said, and he frowned, not following her.

Buffy only grinned and leaned over him, popping the button on his jeans. Spike quickly caught on, and leered at her as she slid his zipper down, revealing his erection to her hungry gaze. She tentatively took hold of his cock, and began sliding her hand softly up and down, making him moan.

“Unghh…God, Buffy…feels so good…” he grunted, and she picked up her pace.

When she saw precum appear at the tip of his cock, she quickly bent down and took the head into her mouth, making him moan. She lifted her head and grinned, before she bent down again to envelop the head of his cock in her mouth.

“Oh God, Buffy…hot little mouth…best…incredible…oh, God!” Spike groaned, amazed at her enthusiasm and initiative, and loving the way she made him feel. He slipped a hand between her legs, sliding two fingers into her hot core, making her buck against his hand.

Buffy slid her mouth almost as far down as she could on his cock, before licking a trail from the base to the head. She then took him in her mouth again, one hand massaging what she couldn't get into her mouth, and the other taking his sac in her hand, playing gently with it.

“Oh God…Buffy…Buffy, you're killing…unghh…me….don't stop…” Spike moaned, closing his eyes in bliss. Buffy took it as a sign she was doing it right, even though she was just experimenting, and she smiled around his member.

Spike’s eyes nearly crossed as Buffy took him as deep as she could, instinctively swallowing around his cock. He felt himself tightening and moved the eager girl from his cock. She frowned and blinked in confusion.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” she asked, her voice somewhat uncertain. She suddenly felt unsure, noticing their surroundings properly now, and worried that someone might pass by the car and see them. When they had made love earlier it had felt as if someone inside her come out and taken over her body, someone who seemed to know what she was doing.

“No, you did nothing wrong. You were bloody fantastic. But I was nearly cumming,” Spike said, panting slightly. He looked at Buffy and took in her appearance, her slightly swollen lips, her red cheeks and the dazed look in her eyes.

“Oh…but isn't that, like, supposed to happen?” she asked, blushing at her own words.

Spike grinned and leaned toward her, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. He could taste himself on her lips, and he guessed that she could taste herself as well, and he hoped she didn't find it disgusting.

“Yeah, luv, it is. But I wanna come inside of you,” Spike said after they broke the kiss, looking at her with eyes filled with love. Again she blushed, this time at his words, and she fastened her gaze on her hands. Spike smiled slightly, put a hand under her chin and lifted it, staring her straight in the eyes.

“Buffy, love, when we're together there is no need for you to be embarrassed. What we do is normal, albeit a little intense, maybe,” Spike said, kissing her lips again. He withdrew, smirked and suddenly Buffy found herself straddling him. Her cunt was poised right above his cock, the scent of her arousal making Spike nearly crazy with desire.

“Mmm…Spike,” Buffy moaned as she slowly lowered herself onto his straining erection. She felt herself stretching and adjusting to his cock, and she moaned again, throwing back her head as she came to rest on his thighs.

“Oh God…so wet and tight…Buffy…bloody hell…Buffy…unghh…love you so much,” Spike groaned as he felt her blazing heat envelop his cock. Buffy rock slightly back and forth, before she slowly began lifting herself up and down, riding him. As her rhythm increased, Spike gripped her hips and began rising up to meet her on each downward thrust.

Buffy moaned and felt herself nearing orgasm, his cock filling her perfectly and hitting the sensitive nerve bundle inside of her with each stroke. She threw her head back, her forehead shining with sweat.

“God Buffy, so close…so tight, warm….” Spike groaned, thrusting more fervently, feeling that he was about to cum. Her heat enveloping him was intoxicating, and he knew that this was all he ever would want.

Buffy clenched her vaginal walls each time she rose, never wanting his cool length to leave her silken folds. She moaned and began writhing when his fingers found her clit, flicking it repeatedly.

“Spike…unghh…more, please…Spike…unghh…Spike….I love you…Spike!” Buffy moaned, instinctively tilting her head to the side and exposing her smooth neck, marked only by her mate. Spike didn't hesitate and laved her neck passionately, before he slowly sank his fangs into her neck, letting her blood fill his mouth.

As Spike bit her, Buffy was hit by a massive orgasm. Sparks danced in front of her eyes and her whole body trembled. She screamed out her pleasure, enjoying her mate still pounding into her, filling her with his cool seed.

When the first drop of Buffy’s blood hit his tongue, Spike felt himself falling over the edge and spilling his seed inside of her. He continued to pound into her as he spilled himself, making her writhe in many small orgasms.

He slowly withdrew his fangs from her neck and licked the bite until it closed. He held Buffy close, his cock still sheathed in her warmth. They sat in silence for a while, just enjoying each other.

“Mmm…that was…nice,” Buffy whispered, resting her head on her mate’s clothed chest. She exhaled slowly, her body relaxed and satisfied.

“Nice? Just nice?” Spike asked and chuckled slightly when she blushed. He slid a hand down her back and began stroking her affectionately.

“No, more than nice…great…amazing,” Buffy said softly, her hand snaking its way under Spike’s shirt, drawing patterns on his chest.

Spike relaxed and closed his eyes, sighing softly. Buffy blinked, confused, when she felt him start to vibrate slightly, and she leaned in, listening closely. After a few seconds she could hear him purring softly, and she kissed his neck.

“That’s cute,” she mused and grinned up at him, making him blink when he opened his eyes.

He looked bewildered and Buddy giggled before helping him out.

“The purring,” she said, her hand sliding up his neck, and then tracing his jaw. He frowned for a minute, before a low growl emitted from his throat.

“I'm not cute! You take that back!” he said, scowling at her, slightly offended. It was bad for his manly pride to be called cute. He wasn't cute. Dead bloody sexy, perhaps. But not cute!

Buffy beamed up at him and winked, her hand making its way into his hair. Her finger treaded through his hair, loosing his curls from the gel that held them down. Spike’s scowl melted away as she kept on smiling at him, and he growled, making her giggle.

“Patrol?” Buffy asked, changing the subject.

Spike nodded, then turned slightly away from her, rummaging on the floor of car. He smirked as he pulled up her panties, and she snatched them, blushing. She climbed off his lap, both sighing softly as his cock slipped from her heat.

As soon as she was ready she exited the car, stretching cramped muscles. Spike followed her, stretching with cat-like grace. Buffy licked her lips as he stretched his arms above his head, black tee sliding up and exposing his muscled abdomen.

‘See something you like?’ the vampire asked her, stretching some more for show.

Buffy nodded and Spike smirked. He let his arms fall and stalked towards Buffy, making her shudder in anticipation. When he only placed an arm around her waist, she pouted and he chuckled. He turned them toward the cemetery gates and they entered, ready for patrol.

After dusting a few random fledges, Spike was ready for more. He looked at his mate with hungry eyes, smirking at the blonde brushing dust off her clothes. Suddenly he stopped, shifting briefly in and out of game face. He growled at the shadows and Buffy walked over to his side, frowning at the darkness. Spike placed an arm around her waist and held her close, still growling at the shadows. Buffy felt her neck tingle, more strongly than with the fledges and she frowned, wondering what could cause this strong a tingle.

‘Is there someone in there?’ Buffy sent, feeling her mate’s animosity to what was in the shade.

He growled again, and she stiffened, realizing who it was.

“Come on out, Peaches,” Spike said calmly, holding his mate close to his body, as if desperate to maintain contact. Buffy went along with it and placed her arm around his waist, snugly wrapped around him under his duster. Buffy frowned as Angel came slinking out of the shadows, wondering what he was doing there.

“Come for a spot o’ violence with the locals?” Spike asked, smirking at the older vampire.

Buffy remained neutral, merely regarding the souled vampire with calm hazel eyes.

“Shut up, Spike,” the dark haired vampire said, growling at his grandchilde.

Spike growled back, anger flaring up, but he quickly masked it. Buffy glared at Angel, anger shining in her eyes.

“What are you doing here, Angel?” she snapped impatiently, tapping the toe of her boot on the damp grass. Angel swung a shocked gaze toward her, hurt showing slightly in his brown eyes, and Buffy felt a slight twinge of guilt.

“Buffy, what is wrong with you?” Angel asked, looking at her with suspicion, and Buffy’s guilt immediately evaporated. She glared at him, feeling a little insulted, and her gaze darkened. Spike’s eyes flashed golden, but his face remained unchanged.

“There is nothing wrong with me!” Buffy said indignantly. The pair glared at the other vampire, anger flaring in both their eyes. Through the bond their anger fed each other’s until they both were nearly raging.

“Something is clearly wrong with you, Buffy. You’re…sick or something. Did you get hurt while patrolling yesterday or something? Did a demon infect you with something? Because if you were yourself you would not be with Spike,” Angel said, speaking the other vampire’s name as if it was something disgusting.

As each word was spoken, the blonde pair grew angrier.

“Like I would rather be with you?” Buffy asked, disdain dripping from her voice.

She felt like hitting the dark, broody vampire, but she restrained herself. Spike flexed the fingers of his free hand, his demon urging him to attack his grandsire, no matter how wrong it was in the demon world. Angel didn't answer Buffy’s question, but his silence was enough. Spike growled darkly at his rival and the older vampire quickly shifted into game face, snarling. Buffy took a small involuntary step backward, and Spike followed her, still growling.

“You are not worthy of her, William,” the dark vampire growled at Spike and the younger vampire flinched involuntary. Angel continued, eyes glinting maliciously. “You’re nothing but a soulless monster. You are beneath her.”

Spike growled at the words, and held his mate closer. Buffy saw his memories flash before her eyes, some too fast to catch, some she regretted seeing. Always Angel…or Angelus, rather…torturing and ‘teaching’ William. Angelus and Drusilla, together, Angelus only doing it to punish the fledgling vampire. Drusilla choosing her sire over William. The main player seemed to be Drusilla, and Buffy made a mental note to ask about her.

“Shut up, Angelus,” Buffy spat, and Angel’s eyes swung to her, hurt and shock evident on his face.

“He’s more worthy of me than you’ll ever be!” she added.

 
 
Chapter #9 - Chapter 9
 
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“He’s more worthy of me than you'll ever be!” Buffy declared, ignoring her mate’s surprised face.

Angel stared at her, hurt and shock in his eyes, but she didn't care as she continued.

“I don't need you to look out for me. I can handle myself. I really hoped you would be able to accept this after you had cooled down a little, but it seems like I was wrong. I wanted us to remain friends, but you seem so persistent to break me and Spike up. So if you threaten me or Spike again, we won't be as nice as we’re being right now. And if you go any further, if you try anything, you'll find yourself…well, you *won't* find yourself,” Buffy threatened her former suitor, eyes glinting with anger.

Spike remained silent, and his eyes were fixed firmly on his grandsire, unmasked disgust and hatred in his eyes.

“Release her from your thrall, Spike, and I might let you live,” Angel snarled, turning toward his rebellious childe. Spike growled at him and Buffy gritted her teeth.

“No thrall, Peaches, that’s one of Dru’s old tricks,” Spike reminded him through clenched teeth, glaring at his elder. Angel was an infuriating prick, self-righteous and manipulative, and in the short time Spike had interacted with him, he found he enjoyed the company of minions better than Angel’s.

“Yeah, what’s up with that? Where is Dru, your lover?” Angel asked, malice glinting in his eyes.

Buffy frowned at his words, but she didn't feel threatened. Still, she couldn't help feeling a little jealousy toward the woman Spike had loved first.

“We've been split up for over fifty years. She whined for her ‘Daddy’ the first few years, then took up a habit of straying. Her own words when we parted were, and I quote, ‘None can please Princess like Daddy can.’ Why aren't you down there, taking care of your crazy childe? She never took it well that you abandoned her,” Spike told Angel, sneering at him. He had nearly said ‘us’ instead of ‘her’, but fortunately he had restrained himself.

Angel growled and darted forward, his right fist hitting Spike’s cheek. Spike snarled and moved to hit him back, but Buffy beat him to it. Her fist slammed into Angel’s jaw with her whole strength, sending the dark vampire flying backwards. Spike was in front of him instantly, his fist impacting with Angel’s nose, making blood flow down his face.

“Stay away from me and my mate,” Spike snarled, baring his fangs.

Angel flinched, but the rage in his eyes didn't die. Spike left him, going back to Buffy’s side. She frowned slightly, not used to being protected that fiercely, and snuggled into his side.

“Let’s leave, we've patrolled enough for today,” she said quietly, anger slowly fading away.

They walked back to the car in silence, each taking comfort in the other. They entered the car and drove off, heading to the hotel.

“Who…Who’s Dru?” the Slayer asked timidly, hands fidgeting in her lap and eyes on her feet.

Spike jerked his gaze onto hers, before looking away, and Buffy blushed. “Should have seen that one coming,” he muttered, eyes fixed on the road in front of them again. He sighed tiredly, cleared his throat and began.

“Drusilla’s my sire, Angelus’ darling childe. I loved her from the moment I rose as a vampire.”

A twinge of jealousy struck Buffy, but she valiantly held it back.

“She rescued me from a boring life, and I think my gratitude turned into love. But she never loved me, she only wanted Angelus. When Angelus was occupied with Darla, and they didn't want Dru in bed with them, she would come to me.”

He could feel anger rising inside of his mate at his story of rejection and dismissal, but he bravely went on.

“Angelus disappeared for a year or so, I think it was when he got his soul, and Dru and I followed Darla. He returned when we went to China, where I killed my first Slayer.” Buffy’s eyes widened. “He kept acting strange, but we didn't know what was wrong. So one day I was going to ask Darla and Angelus something, and I found Darla packing a bag. She said she was leaving and that Dru and I would be all right on our own,” Spike said, his voice tinged with bitterness.

“I wasn't as devoted to Dru as she might have wanted me to be, but then she isn't exactly perfect either. I'm more of a one-woman-man, while she’s….well, some of the demons she opened her legs for might jus’ scar you for life. Yet we stayed together, the youngest members of the Aurelian line. I watched after her, unstable as she is. I left her with a fungus demon some 50 years ago. For all I know she’s with him still, but I highly doubt it,” Spike concluded, glancing over at his mate.

He could tell she was thinking about the vampiress and hideous demons both through the bond and by the way she kept wrinkling her nose, and he had to quell the urge to laugh.

“Curiosity sated?” Spike asked, glancing at her.

When she shook her head, he moaned and rolled his eyes. Buffy pouted and lightly slapped his shoulder.

“You’ve killed a Slayer?” she asked, suddenly turning serious. She stared at him with wide eyes, yet he could feel that she wasn't scared, or angry.

“No. I've killed two,” he said. “I killed the first one in China, think it was in 1900. She gave me this scar,” he said, pointing to the scar in his eyebrow. “The other I killed in New York, around 1977. Angelus mentioned Slayers after I'd gotten them into a fight, and after that I've been seeking them out and learning about them. That’s why I was surprised your Mum didn't know,” Spike said, not meeting Buffy’s eyes.

Buffy nodded slowly, trying to take it all in. “Then why didn't you kill me?” she asked after a while, her voice calm. She was tense, and he could tell she was a little nervous about his answer.

“Like I said earlier, when I saw you I knew you were it. Knew from the moment I saw you that I could never kill you, and that you would change my life forever. I'll never regret meeting you,” Spike said, and Buffy relaxed.

They reached the hotel shortly afterwards. Spike reluctantly gave the car keys to a clerk, and cautioned him to ‘handle his baby with care’.

They rode the elevator up to his suite, and after closing the door behind them, Buffy sank down on the couch and sighed. She felt tired to the bone and her muscles ached.

‘Wanna get in the tub?’ she sent to her mate through the bond, getting to her feet when he nodded.

She headed into the bathroom, Spike falling in behind her. She could feel him ogling her ass, and she swayed her hips seductively, making him growl. The pair quickly shed their clothes and climbed into the warm water Buffy had run. The Slayer moaned as she sat down between Spike’s thighs, leaning back and resting on his chest. He sighed and inhaled her scent, hands massaging her neck and shoulders.

“I've got to go home tonight or Mom will ground me. That wouldn't be fun, you know, with the not seeing you part,” Buffy said, pouting. She opened her eyes and gathered some foam in her hands, before slipping her hands under the water.

“Ahh…Bloody hell. And I had these great plans for tonight,” Spike mock-groaned, pouting.

Buffy turned in his embrace, giggling when she saw the petulant expression on his face.

He was adorable when he was pouting.

“I'll come over after school, or…you can come get me at school. The others will be so jealous, with me being your girlfriend and you having such a bad-ass car,” Buffy said enthusiastically, grinning at him.

He raised an eyebrow, and she began pouting. He groaned and gave in, nodding, making her squeal with excitement. Spike stood up, dragging Buffy along. He grabbed a towel and began to towel her dry. He reached her hair and massaged it gently. When he abandoned her hair she mewled in protest and pouted slightly. They stepped out of the tub and he toweled the rest of her body before moving on to his own body.

Buffy dressed slowly, deliberately giving her mate a show. He growled and pounced forward, grabbing her around the waist, then threw her over his shoulder and jumped onto the bed, tossing her down beneath him and kissing her soundly. His soft lips caressed hers, his tongue battling hers for dominance, while his hands fervently removed her clothes.

His mouth moved to her jaw line, then down her throat. Buffy panted for air, moaning as he softly nibbled on the skin between her shoulder and neck. She squirmed slightly when she felt his fingers trail up her sides.

His cool mouth began to descend, trailing a path down to her breast. His tongue trailed around her breast in decreasing circles, until he reached her dusky nipple. He suckled it into his mouth, and Buffy nearly screamed, lightning bolts of pleasure shooting from her nipple to her womb.

Suddenly Spike found himself flipped onto his back and a playful Slayer straddling his thighs. A small hand encircled his erection and began pumping it, making him groan and his eyes roll. He jerked his hips up into her grip, and she pumped him more enthusiastically. When she bent down, hair trailing on his abdomen, and began licking his cock like a lollipop, he gripped the sheet and had to restrain himself from bucking up into her mouth.

She slowly took him into her mouth, a little more confident since she had done the same earlier. He panted with need, eyes gazing at her with lust, love and awe. His eyes encouraged her and she picked up her pace. She began using her tongue and blushed when he praised her.

“God, your hot mouth,” he moaned, writhing.

She slid down as far as she could, swallowing around his cock and making him cry out in pleasure. She felt him tightening, and she continued, ignoring his feeble attempts to stop her.

‘I want this,’ she sent through the bond, and he surrendered.

His hands gripped her shoulders to keep her in place, and she smiled around his cock. She began bobbing up and down, and slid one hand down to fondle his balls.

“Buffy!” he cried out as a warning, before shooting his load in her mouth.

She swallowed it, and began cleaning his cock with her tongue. He moaned, and struggled to sit up. He grabbed her head and smashed her mouth to his, kissing her passionately. When they parted she had a slightly dazed look and her lips were swollen.

“You're amazing, kitten. Best blow job in my entire unlife,” Spike said, before flipping them over so that he was on top again. His mouth began trailing down her neck and between her breasts, heading towards her abdomen. He kissed her stomach and licked her bellybutton, making her giggle and squirm.

“You're delicious,” he said, moving his mouth to her thigh. He kissed his way to the inside of her thigh, and moved upwards, towards her pussy. He affectionately nipped her with blunt teeth on the skin between her thigh and her outer lips, and she moaned softly. “You taste like heaven,” he said, letting his tongue sweep over her pussy, paying extra attention to her clit.

He sucked it into his mouth and she screamed out his name, bucking up against his mouth. He chuckled and slipped two fingers into her core. When both his fingers and mouth left her pussy she mewled in protest, pouting at him when he straightened.

“Wanna feel you around me,” he said hoarsely, settling between her thighs.

He leaned over her, holding himself above her, not touching her skin. He leaned down and kissed her fiercely and she moaned into his mouth. She used the opportunity and pulled him to her, making him fall onto her, his cock sliding along her wet cleft. He moaned and let the head of his cock slip into her scalding heat. She mewled and wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer to her, his cock sinking slowly inside of her.

“Oh God, so good…Love you, Buffy…My Slayer, my golden goddess…” Spike moaned into his mate’s neck.

Buffy moaned in pleasure as he slid inside of her, her vaginal walls adjusting to his size. The blonde pair moved in sync, as if dancing to some unheard music.

“Love you, Buffy…Mine…Fuck, so good…Want you…Always…” he groaned, kissing and suckling on her jugular. He shifted into game face and bit down softly, sending her spiraling into her orgasm. He took a sip of her life elixir and renewed his claim on her with a soft ‘mine’.

Buffy bit down on his neck as stars exploded before her eyes. She swallowed some of his blood and moaned ‘mine’, making him explode inside of her. Her vaginal muscles milked his cock as they both murmured ‘yours’, sending them both over the edge again.

They collapsed into each others arms and Spike rolled them over onto their sides. They lay sated in silence, Spike’s unneeded breath echoing Buffy’s.

“I still have to go home, you know,” Buffy said, hazel eyes gazing lazily at Spike.

“I could stay,” he answered, eyes brimming with love and lust. She could feel his cock making its presence known again.

She couldn't exactly say that was it bad thing.

“I doubt we would get much sleep,” she said, grinning at him. She wanted him, wanted to make love again, and she just knew she would never tire of him. Maybe not sleeping wasn't a bad idea after all.

“Nah, you need your sleep, or else you would be tired on patrol. A tired slayer is…well, let’s just say we wouldn't want that,” Spike said, holding he flush against him, nuzzling her forehead.

“No, that wouldn't be fun,” she answered, kissing his chest. She had heard what he hadn't spoken out loud, and she had to say she agreed with him.

“Well then, wouldn't want you grounded now. I'll tuck you in your bed. Come on, luv, we can have more fun tomorrow,” Spike said, smirking at her. She pouted, but let it fade away as he began to kiss her.

“Spike…Supposed to get me home…Not helping,” she got out between kisses.

He growled and stopped kissing her, then got out of bed and dragged her along, making her groan in protest. He stretched lazily and began to dress, as Buffy dressed too, yawning now and then. The pair exited the suite and left the hotel.

They drove toward Revello Drive in silence, Buffy resting against Spike’s side. He had one arm around her shoulders, and the other hand was tapping a silent tune on the steering wheel.
They stopped in front of her home and exited the car, then halted on the porch, where Spike wrapped his arms around her. He bowed his head slightly and kissed her gently, and his lips were ice against her fire. She moaned with pleasure as he slipped his tongue out, engaging her in a slow dance.

Suddenly air met her swollen lips and she groaned in protest. Spike smirked at her flushed face and slid his hands down her hips, caressing her softly.

“Gotta get you in bed, kitten,” he said, but he didn't let go of her. She felt his reluctance to leave her, and she knew she felt the same way.

“Buffy?” her mother said, opening the front door. She stepped out onto the porch and gave Spike a slightly disapproving glare before looking at her daughter. “Don't be this late again, young lady, or you'll be grounded. You have school tomorrow,” Joyce said, gesturing for her daughter to get inside.

The vampire and the Slayer unwillingly released each other, and Buffy stepped inside. She cast a longing glance at her mate, who winked at her, nodded to her mother and left. The women closed the door behind them and Buffy headed to bed.


“Ahh, Buffy, there you are,” Giles said as Buffy entered the library the next morning. Giles was about to speak, but Buffy cut him off before he opened his mouth.

“Can we talk later, at lunch maybe? I was just checking in so that you wouldn't call my mom,” Buffy said with a teasing glint in her eyes, smirking at her watcher.

The grin reminded Giles of his charge’s vampire mate, and his eyes narrowed. He just had to bide his time.


“So, what are we going to talk about today?” Xander asked as he entered the library in front of Buffy and Willow.

The girls were whispering and giggling, and Xander looked even more restless than usual. Every student in the whole school seemed to be restless, probably because they only had a few days left of school.

“I want to talk to Buffy alone,” Giles said, ignoring Xander and Willow.

They frowned at him, before turning questioning eyes towards Buffy.

“Okay. See you later guys,” Buffy said perkily, dismissing her friends. Her mind was on her sleeping mate, and what they would do later.

Willow and Xander frowned at the blonde, but left the library nonetheless. Giles smiled at Buffy and told her to sit down, so she sat down obediently.

“I'm just going to go get something before we start,” Giles said, walking into his office. He fumbled around for a bit, looking at several books before taking one of them. He set it down on the table, opened a drawer and took out an old key.

He kneeled down in front of one of his book cases and began clearing away the books from one of the shelves. He took out the fake wall on the shelf and found himself staring at a safe. He had come across it some weeks after being employed and stored things he didn't want others to know about there. He guessed it had originally been used to store valuable books.

“Ahh,” he murmured, grinning slightly. He inserted the key and turned it, opening the safe.

He took out a thick, black candle and weighed it in his hand, making sure it was the real thing. It was a reminder from his Ripper days, and he was loath to part with it, but he knew it was for the best. He exited his office with the candle in one hand and the book in the other, and smirked at Buffy, who smiled at him, her eyes shining with trust. He sat the candle down on the table and offered a silent plea to a dark deity. He opened the book and began speaking in French. The words escaped Buffy, but they didn't sound good, and she frowned. She began to suspect something sinister was about to happen.

“Rendez invisible au monde
Calme, comme si gelé
Par mes mots
Cachez cette entité.”

Giles said the strange words in a loud voice, lighting the candle. Buffy was hit by a sudden wave of dizziness and she gasped. She stretched out her mind, searching for Spike along the bond. She gasped when she detected something akin to a wall, separating her from her mate.

“I'm sorry, Buffy,” Giles said, and she felt something cold enter her arm.

She swung her head around and saw Giles holding a syringe, its tip buried in her biceps. Her muscles felt like lead and when she tried to move, she found herself unable to.

“Giles?” Buffy asked in a small voice, shock coursing through her whole body.

Giles saw her eyes full of hurt caused by his betrayal and felt a small twinge of regret.

‘It’s for the best,’ he told himself.

“My loyalty must lie with the Council, and you betrayed the Council when you let that abomination claim you,” Giles said in a hard voice, pulling the syringe from her arm. He took the syringe, the book and the burning candle and moved them back into his office, carefully hiding the items, to ensure that the vampire would never find them.

‘Giles betrayed me!’ coursed through Buffy’s mind.

She tried to send it to Spike, but she felt it fade as it hit the barrier separating them. Black began overtaking her vision and she felt herself slipping away. The last thing she was before darkness swallowed her was Giles standing in his office, talking on the phone.



(A/N:
‘Rendez invisible au monde
Calme, comme si gelé
Par mes mots
Cachez cette entité’ is French and means

‘Make blind to the world
Still, as if frozen
By my word
Hide this being’)


 
 
Chapter #10 - Chapter 10
 
A/N: This is the end guys. Hope you have enjoyed reading the story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. I'm planning a sequel, which I'll proably write some when I'm on vacation in Spain, where I'm going on Monday.
Thanks to my great betas, LisFayte and DreamsofSpike. You guys are the best!
And as always, remember to review.



Spike frowned and nearly pouted, cerulean eyes opening reluctantly. He'd been having a very interesting dream about Buffy, and he was disinclined to leave it. Then his mind caught up with his most recent memories, and his eyes snapped open.

Reality with Buffy was better than his dreams.

He got out of bed and stretched with cat-like grace before going into the bathroom and getting into the shower, the warm water heating his body and successfully waking him. He soaped himself up, taking his time and ignoring his surroundings. He stretched out through the claim, seeking Buffy, and finding her presence.

He hummed a tune as he dried himself and pulled on a pair of jeans. He was walking out of the bathroom, toweling his curls when a sharp ‘twang’ interrupted his thoughts. Sharp pain seared through his abdomen and he looked down.

A crossbow bolt protruded from his stomach, and blood was streaming down his clean pair of jeans. He looked up and saw a team of black-clad men standing there with various weapons. He snarled and threw himself back into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

“Bloody hell,” he swore, throwing the towel into a corner. He grabbed the bolt with both hands and gave it a sharp tug. It came out along with a lot more blood, and he groaned, half in pain and half in anger.

The tossers owed him a new pair of pants.

He got up and looked around, trying to find something to staunch the blood flow. He couldn't see anything useful, except maybe the towel, and he grabbed it. He held it in front of the bleeding wound, and tried to reach Buffy through the claim.

‘You okay, luv?’ he sent, looking around the room to see if there were any possible weapons. He frowned when Buffy didn't answer, and he sent the message again. He didn't get a reply and he swore, banging his fist on the counter, rattling the soap dispenser.

He felt slightly dizzy and guessed it was because of the blood loss. He snarled wordlessly and walked toward the door, ready to face the assailants with only fists and fangs, which were the only weapons he had at his disposal at the moment.

After all, they were his *best* weapons.

He unlocked the door and jumped from the doorway, mowing down one of the men clustered in front of the door. Five threw themselves at him, while three retreated backward, trying to aim crossbows and guns at him. The one he had run over struggled to get to his feet.

Spike lashed out with a fist and felt it impact with something soft. He barely noticed the second of the men go down, already attacking the next. One received a palm to his nose, dropping him instantly, blood pouring from his nose. Another one tried to kick Spike, but he caught the man’s foot and twisted, grinning when he heard a snap. Three down, five to go.

He had changed into game face as soon as he had exited the bathroom, and now he used it. He lunged forward, burying his fangs in the throat of one of the men. He swallowed down the blood he had in his mouth, and moved on to the next one.

Spike ducked a blow from the man, snarling when the hilt of a gun impacted with the back of his head. He sprang forward, grabbed the man in front of him and threw in aside. He hit the wall with a ‘thud’ and Spike spun around, facing the man who had hit him with the gun.

“So what are you after, mate?” Spike asked the man, punching him in the gut. He doubled over and Spike brought up his knee, hitting the man in the face. He collapsed and Spike turned so that he was facing the three men still standing. Around him lay six men, all of them injured.

“Back, you abomination,” one of the men said, shakily pointing his gun at Spike.

Spike laughed and began walking toward them. Another man shot a crossbow bolt at him, but he jumped away from it. Wankers had probably never faced a real vampire before.

“Talk, and I might let you live,” Spike said, not slowing down, slowly advancing on them.

One of the men pointed his gun toward Spike, but he shook too much and his shots went wild. Spike jumped forward, bringing the man to the floor and banged hi head on the floor, making him black out. The two remaining men glanced wide-eyed between him and their fallen comrade.

“Silencer?”Spike asked them, standing slowly up and glaring at them with rage-filled eyes. The pair quickly glanced at each other, then back at him. He could smell how frightened they were, and it filled him with some joy, but at the same time it filled him with some guilt.

They still hadn't said more, and Spike got tired of waiting. He threw himself forward, claws making bloody trails on one of the men’s faces, and fangs buried in the last man’s neck. He drank down deeply, knowing Buffy would disapprove, but also knowing that he needed it. He knew something was up and he guessed it was bad.

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Spike was driving toward Sunnydale High, his mind on overdrive. He had left the injured men alive, but they hadn't said anything other than calling him an abomination and other rude things. After the fight he had hastily packed his things and left the hotel room, hoping that the ignorant people of Sunnydale wouldn't dig too much into it.

One thing he had noticed was that the men all had British accents. It couldn't be a coincidence, and that was what made his mind work overdrive.

He stopped in front of the school and got out of the car. He stood leaning against the big, black car, tapping his fingers on the hood when the bell rang and the students came milling out from the school. Spike frowned, trying and failing to locate Buffy. He felt along the bond and could feel her somewhere inside the building. She was probably just hanging out at the library with her friends and Watcher, Spike tried to reassure himself. But he still couldn't reassure himself completely, and he felt like something was wrong.

“Umm…Spike, is it?” a redheaded girl asked him. Spike recognized her as a friend of Buffy, but he couldn't remember her name.

“Yeah, Red?” Spike asked, looking at her with raised eyebrows. She blushed and began stuttering.

“Isn't Buffy with you?” the boy beside her asked him, and he frowned.

Why would they think she was with him?

“No, she’s in the library,” Spike said. The bad feeling in his gut grew bigger and he frowned.

“We checked there, and there's nobody in the library,” the girl said. She yelped as Spike shot past her and into the school, heading for where the claim was telling him Buffy was.

Xander and Willow entered the library at a run, stopping abruptly when they saw the vampire standing immobile, his nostrils flaring. Xander frowned and was about to speak, but Spike beat him to it.

“Smell fear in here,” he said quietly, before adding “But we're the only ones here. But the bond tells me she’s in here.” He frowned and walked over to the table. His gaze flew over the various books lying on the table, and he saw nothing of interest.

He went further into the library and began rummaging around. A barely closed drawer on an archive cabinet caught his attention, and he opened it. Inside were a book and a black candle burning merrily. He took out the book and scanned the text, roaring at what he found.

“Bloody hell! I'll kill him, I'll fucking kill him!” he roared, throwing the book away. He picked up the candle and tried to blow it out, but it didn't work. He tried to put it out with his fingers, but that only caused him to scorch his fingers. He suddenly noticed a kettle filled with tea and he ran over. He held the flame under the water, finally extinguishing the candle.

At once her presence slammed into the bond, and he felt all the pent up feelings hitting him at once. The power of it nearly drove him to his knees.

‘Giles betrayed me!’ echoed inside his head. Her feelings of shock, hurt and fear only intensified her words. Spike roared and exited the library.

“Watcher took her,” he said furiously, grabbing Willow’s arm, dragging her along. She yelped and he swore.

“Need someone to take care of her while I get her out of there,” he said, and she nodded, trying to keep up as he dragged her. They got into the car and took off, leaving a confused Xander in the library.

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“Ahh, slow down!” Willow squeaked, grabbing hold of whatever she could.

Spike was driving at a breakneck speed and she was seriously scared for her life. If he kept this up there would be no one to rescue Buffy.

“No, gotta find her. She’s unconscious, but I can still feel her,” he said, driving past the sign telling them that they were now leaving Sunnydale. It was pure luck that they had gotten safely through the streets of Sunnydale.

“The only thing in this direction is desert and…Oh God!” Willow said, straightening in her seat. They were driving as fast as the old car could go, and Spike could feel himself nearing his mate.

“What else, Red?” he ground out between clenched teeth, hands gripping the steering wheel hard enough to leave a mark. Right now he didn't care, he had more important things to worry about.

“An old, private airport,” Willow said, swallowing ad the vampire cursed. He tried to make the car go even faster and she could only hope they would make it in one piece.

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The car roared as the vampire drove right into the gate, taking it with them and sliding into the airport. They saw a parked car in front of a hangar, and a plane with an open door beside the hangar. The pair in the car could tell its engines weren't running, and Spike pulled the car to a stop in front of the hanger. They both burst from the black car, Willow hanging slightly back.

Before he made it to the door, five black-clad men exited the hangar. Spike was a white blur as he knocked the men unconscious, snarling the whole time. Before Willow was able to react, he was through the door.

Inside Spike found the Watcher, seven more of the black-clad men and two men dressed in tweed suits. He was on the black-clad men before they even knew what had hit them, knocking four unconscious, and ripping the throats out of the rest.

Giles and the two other men stood staring at him with wide eyes, the blonde slayer lying unconscious on the floor behind them. Spike snarled, and smelled the fear coming off them. Willow gasped as she entered, and Giles looked as if he was about to say something.

“Tie ‘em up, Red,” Spike said icily, motioning towards some rope on one the walls.

Willow went over to get it, and Spike glared at the men with loathing in his eyes.

“You won't get away with this,” one of the tweed-clad men said, and Spike snarled at him.

“Just you watch,” was the answer Spike gave him.

Willow tied the men up, and after some small adjustments Spike approved of the knots. The vampire was quickly at Buffy’s side, lifting her upper body, cradling her to him.

“Hey now, luv, wake up. Rise and shine, kitten,” Spike whispered, softly stroking her hair.

The two men next to Giles stared at the pair with loathing, but the vampire ignored them.

“Uhh…Spike?” Buffy asked him after a while, eyes fluttering open. He sent her soothing thoughts along the bond and she smiled slightly, feeling safe at last. “You're here…” she said in a weak voice, and tried to lift her hand to caress his cheek, eyes widening when it took all her strength.

Spike could feel her fear and worry, and took her into his arms, hear head lolling against his chest. “Come on Red, we're going,” he said, standing up with Buffy in his arms and regarding the men with anger.

Buffy looked about to protest and opened her mouth, but promptly closed it after having a look at her mate’s face. They exited the building and got into the car, Spike sitting in front with Buffy by his side. Willow got into the backseat, eyes wide and fixed on her weak friend.

“Gonna be all right, pet,” Spike whispered, yet it was loud enough that Willow was able to hear and she was reassured that Buffy was in good hands.

‘I'm…I can't….move,’ Buffy sent to Spike, sighing when the sending almost took all her energy. He could feel her exhaustion and held her close, comforting her. She sighed, calmed by his presence.

“You did well, Red,” Spike said quietly, his hand stroking his now sleeping mate.

Willow jumped slightly at his words, then nodded.

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Spike laid Buffy down in her own bed, tucking her in. He heard her soft sigh and kissed her forehead, before sitting down on the bed beside her and taking her into his arms.

He had dropped off Willow outside her home, before heading for Revello Drive. When he showed up with an unconscious Buffy in his arms, Joyce nearly had a heart attack, before ushering them both in. Right now she was downstairs, probably worried about her daughter.

Spike was amazed by the girl who held his heart, the tiny scrap of a girl who had turned his whole world upside down. In just one night she had tamed him, made him promise to be a good, housebroken vamp. And what worried him slightly was that it didn't bother him more.

“Uhh…” the slayer moaned, turning and twisting slightly in Spike’s grip. He held onto her and made soothing noises, urging her towards consciousness.

“Sp…Spike?” she whispered, slowly coming awake and feeling her vampire’s presence beside her. She was confused, her last memories fuzzy and unclear. She remembered Giles betraying her. She remembered Giles and another Brit talking when she'd had a brief moment of wakefulness. She remembered their conversation somewhat.



“You won't hurt her, will you?” Giles said in a worried voice.

“That will depend. I have to make sure she will cooperate,” another voice answered.

“You can do that without hurting her, Travers?” Giles said.

“I will do what I have to,” Travers said. The name sounded familiar, as if she had heard it before, but Buffy couldn't place it.

“Where is her mate?” Travers asked.

“Jackson's team is dealing with him. We'll have him by the end of the day,” a new voice answered. It had a British accent.

“Great. You're a good watcher, Rupert, and your dedication won't be forgotten,” Travers said.

“I'll always be loyal to the council,” Giles said.

“I've always wondered what happens to a mated pair when one part is being tested. I think I'll finally get to see it,” Travers said.

“Mr. Travers, sir, I think she’s coming to,” another voice said, and she heard them walk around.

“Give her another dose of sedatives, then, Mr. Wilson,” Travers said and Buffy felt a small sting in her shoulder. Again pain exploded under her skin, and she drew in a sharp breath, her mind growing heavy.

“Wilson, you fool. Not…at once…” was the last she head before slipping into darkness.



“Spike?” Buffy whispered and she felt him tighten his hold on her. He stroked her shoulders and kissed her hair and she sighed, glad to be near him again.

“I heard some…what they said…” she whispered, then coughed, feeling tired to the bone. Spike reached over to her night stand and took a glass of water. He held it up to her mouth and she drank eagerly, frowning when he took it away from her.

“Slowly now, don't rush,” he said, holding the glass to her lips and letting her drink. She took small sips, careful of not swallowing to fast. After a while he sat down the glass again and she leaned back, trying to catch her breath.

Buffy was about to speak, but was interrupted by her mother checking in on them. Joyce stifled a sob and rushed forward, embracing her daughter. Buffy weakly tried to hug her back, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Joyce finally let her go, and sat down in a chair in the corner, clearly intent on staying in the room with the pair.

“They were going to take you too. They were going to do…tests…on us,” Buffy whispered, burying her head in his chest, sobbing softly. Spike held her closer and rocked her slowly, letting her cry. He was afraid that if he let her go, or if he closed his eyes, she would disappear.

“We're forever,” Buffy whispered, almost too low for his vampire hearing to pick up. He stroked her arms, thinking about what they should do now. Joyce looked away from the pair, feeling that she was watching something private between them and stood up. She silently exited the room and went downstairs.

“I don't think we can stay,” Spike said quietly, sighing. Buffy leaned back and looked at him, hazel eyes showing nothing but love.

“I know…” she said, agreeing with him. It was the right thing to do.

“I'll miss Mom, Willow and Xander,” she said, tears slowly making their way down her cheeks again at the prospect of leaving her friends.

“I'm sorry that I have to take you away from them, luv. Never wanted to do that,” Spike said, kissing her on the top of her head. He meant what he said, he felt bad for making her leave her friends and making her watcher betray her.

“Don't be. It’s not your fault. If it wasn't for you I'd be dead by now, so don't be sorry,” she said, smiling up at him. She could feel her energy returning, which meant the sedatives were slowly wearing off.

“We've got to move soon. They'll be coming around soon, and then they'll head back for more,” Spike said, stroking her arm and waiting for her to begin moving again.

She smiled at him and slowly began moving, her muscles protesting against the sudden movement. She groaned as she swung her legs off the bed. Spike got to his feet and extended a hand towards her, to help her stand up.

“I want to see the others before I leave. Xander and Willow,” Buffy said as she stood on trembling legs. Spike held around her, helping her to stand. He nodded, before helping her pack a bag.

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“Are you feeling any better, dear?” Joyce asked her daughter as she and Spike stepped off the stairs. Buffy heard the concern in her voice and nodded. She smiled at her mother, who smiled tearfully back at her.

“Can you call Xander and Willow, Mom?” Buffy asked Joyce, who nodded. She went into the kitchen to make the call, and the blonde pair moved into the living room. They sat down and Buffy leaned back, resting her head against Spike’s chest.

Joyce came back some minutes later with tea for them all, and both Buffy and Spike gratefully drank it. Ten minutes later the doorbell rang and Joyce went to open the door.

“Buffy, are you okay?” Willow asked as she entered the living room, eyes anxiously scanning her friend. Buffy smiled at her and nodded.

“Yeah, Willow, I'm fine. I called you and Xander here because I have something important to say to you both,” Buffy said, smiling at her friends. She still felt a little faint after being drugged, but she didn't show it.

“Where is Giles?” Xander asked bluntly, staring at the blonde pair in confusion. Spike growled and Buffy swallowed hard.

“Was the Watcher who took Buffy. They were planning to ship her to Merry Ol’ England,” Spike said through clenched teeth. Joyce gasped, even though Spike had told it to her earlier. Willow looked disappointed, while Xander looked as if he might not believe him.

“That brings us to what we're going to say,” Buffy said, looking at the floor. She sighed and looked up at her friends again.

“We're leaving, me and Spike. We can't stay here, it’s not safe for us. We don't know where we'll go, but we'll be back some day,” hazel eyes pleading her friends to understand.

“But Buffy, you belong here,” Xander said, looking at his friend. He remembered the girl who had arrived at their school, saved his life and become his best friend. She was the girl he had a major crush on and that he hoped would one day realize that it was Xander she loved.

But when he looked at her now, he saw that she was different.

“You have to do what’s best for you, Buffy,” Willow said, smiling sadly at her best friend. To her Buffy had been great, a girl to share everything with. She had saved her life from evil many nights and Willow was glad she had met her.

“You can't, Buffy. You're 16 years old, and you're still living under my roof,” Joyce said, reluctant to really see how experienced her daughter was. Even if Buffy was the slayer, she was still Joyce’s little girl.

“Don't worry, Mom, we'll come back and we'll stay in touch. And you can always come visit us,” Buffy said, trying to reason with her mother. She sighed at the stubborn look on her mothers face, before continuing. “If we stay, Spike and I, we might end up dead. Or worse, prisoners of the Council,” she said, fear in her voice.

Joyce looked shocked, but after an internal debate, she sighed heavily. She nodded before hugging the blonde duo. Spike looked surprised to be included, but embraced her back.

“Take care of my daughter,” Joyce said to him as she drew back and he nodded.

“I'll protect her with my life,” he said, earning himself an approving nod from Joyce.

Buffy left his side and walked over to her friends, hugging them both tight. She hugged her mother again, murmuring against her neck how much she would miss her, told her she loved her and that they would see each other soon.

“Bye,” Buffy said, taking Spike’s hand and exiting into the night. He threw her bag into the car and got in. Buffy entered on the other side and looked with sadness at the life she was leaving behind.

“Don't worry, we'll be back before you know it,” Spike said, kissing her hand. She sighed and nodded. She was sad that she had to leave them behind, but she knew she would never regret her decision.


The End