“How could you be so callous about this? You killed a human, Buffy.”
She rolled her eyes, really getting tired of the lectures at this point. “A human that was sharing a body with Glory, you know, the hellbitch who was keen on destroying my sister and the world? Excuse me for not feeling guilty about that, I did what I had to do.”
Giles took his glasses off to clean them, being careful not to break the lens. “Even so, taking a life changes you. I was afraid something like this would happen. I’ve called Angel and he has agreed to come here to help you.”
“You can’t be serious, I don’t need his help. Angel being here will only cause trouble, you don’t even like him.”
“He is still a vampire with a soul. As much as it pains me to admit, he is the only one who can relate to your situation,” Giles stated.
Buffy shook her head. “It’s not the same thing at all. Angel was cursed with his soul; he killed hundreds of people before that. I wasn’t cursed and I’ve only killed one person in order to save the world, he doesn’t know anything about my situation. Like it or not, Giles, but Spike is my sire. He’s all the help I need; I knew it was a mistake to come here. The only reason I did is because Spike convinced me that I needed to. He thought you had a right to know, but I knew you wouldn’t understand. You’ve hardly looked at me since I became a vampire; this is the first conversation we’ve had in weeks. I’m sorry that I can no longer be your perfect Slayer, but this is who I am now. You either take it or leave it.” She walked out of the magic shop, not looking back once. There was only one place she wanted to be.
* * * * *
“I’m sorry, love. I wish I could tell you that he’ll come around, but I don’t want to lie to you.”
“It doesn’t matter; he’ll never accept me. I don’t think I even care. God, I can’t believe he had the nerve to call Angel. That’s the last thing I need,” she complained.
Spike agreed. “I’m not too thrilled about that myself. There’s nothing we can do about it now, why don’t you get some rest? The sun will be up soon.”
Buffy nodded, about to head down to the lower level of his crypt, but turned back to him one more time. “Will you join me? I don’t want to be alone right now.”
He gulped, following her down the ladder and over to his bed. “You just make yourself comfortable; I can sleep in the chair.”
“The bed is big enough for both of us. I promise not to bite if you won’t.”
Spike knew she was kidding, but that wasn’t a promise he could make. “You know how I feel about you, Buffy. If I get in that bed with you, I can’t guarantee any sleep will be had.”
She gave a guilty expression. “Sorry, I didn’t think about that. I know about your feelings and I wasn’t trying to take advantage, it’s just been a while since someone has held me.”
He looked at her innocent face and couldn’t turn her away. “I can do that.” Spike got in beside her on the bed, wrapping his arms around her body. “No matter what happens, we’ll get through this together. I won’t let Angel take you away from me.”
Buffy snuggled up closer to him, a smile on her face. “He never could.”
* * * * *
Spike was having a wonderful dream; the Slayer was kissing his chest as he slept. A cold tongue swirled around his nipple, he never wanted to wake up, but couldn’t resist opening his eyes. He saw that it wasn’t a dream, but now had to wonder if Buffy was the one dreaming.
“Slayer, do you realize what you’re doing?”
Buffy giggled. “I have some idea. Did you know that you tend to sleep like the dead?” She frowned. “Let’s pretend I didn’t say that, but I know very well what I’m doing.”
He pulled away, running his fingers through his messy hair. “Does this mean that you want us to be something more, or are you only using me because you feel that you don’t have anyone else?”
She let out a sigh, knowing this wouldn’t be an easy conversation. “I’m not using you, Spike. I can’t promise that I’ll ever come to love you the way you love me, but I would like to try. I’m willing to see where this can go if you are. I tried the whole having a human relationship thing and it didn’t agree with me. Now that I’m no longer human, that offer is really off the table and I don’t even care. I didn’t want a human then and I don’t want one now, I just want you.”
“Well, that’s more than I expected. I still can’t bloody believe you’re here with me at all. I killed you, Buffy, turned you into the thing you hate the most. You should be staking me.”
Buffy shrugged. “I never was one for doing what I should, and I already told you to stop blaming yourself for that. We all make mistakes, I’m still here and that’s all that matters. My friends may never understand, but my family does and they don’t hate me for what I’ve become. They don’t hate you, either, so stop beating yourself up over this. My mom asked me to invite you over for dinner this weekend; you can’t avoid the house forever. Hell, you used to sneak in there and steal my clothes when no one was home during your whole stalking phase.”
“Oh, you knew about that, did you?” he asked sheepishly.
She rolled her eyes. “I kind of figured Dawn wouldn’t take my underwear; it was pretty obvious who the culprit was.”
“Now I know I’m dreaming. You didn’t stake me when you found out about the clothes stealing, you’re not staking me now, I must have died and gone to Heaven.”
“Nope, you’re still very much awake and undead. I have to leave as soon as the sun sets, so we better not waste anymore time.” With that said, she pushed him back down on the bed, getting on top of him.
Before Spike could say another word, her lips were snogging the unlife out of him. He wrapped his arms around her, giving back as good as he got. “Bloody hell, I’ve forgotten how wonderful you taste,” Spike muttered once she pulled away.
“And this time we can’t blame it on some stupid spell,” she replied, kissing him again.
They kissed for what seemed like forever since breathing was no longer an issue for her, Spike helped her remove his jeans, along with her pants. She would be wearing skirts from now on if he had anything to say about it. He ripped her shirt off, kissing away her cry of protest that soon turned into a moan, delighted that she went without a bra. Spike took a firm nipple in his mouth, sucking on it gently before giving the same treatment to her other nipple. Neither could wait any longer for the main course, taking things slow would come later. He picked Buffy up and slid her right over his erection, both sighing in sweet relief. He felt tears in his eyes when her forehead pressed against his as she continued to bounce on his cock, taking him all the way in. Nothing had ever felt as good as this girl. “I love you,” he said as he came, roaring out his release, Buffy following right behind him.
She lay by his side, staring up at the ceiling. “I want you to claim me.”
Spike gazed at her in astonishment, that being the last thing he expected to hear. “Come again? How do you even know about claims?”
Buffy rolled her eyes for what felt like the millionth time. “I am still the Slayer, vampire or not. Don’t get upset, but I was curious when I started dating Angel. I researched all I could find about vampire mating rituals. A claim is like a marriage, right?”
He nodded. “You could say that, but unlike human marriages, it doesn’t end in divorce. When one vampire dies, the other will shortly follow because the pain would be agonizing.”
“So, I take it you never claimed Drusilla?” she wondered.
“No, not that I didn’t want to, but she wouldn’t have it. She was all about her precious Angelus to even consider that, even when the bastard left us, she always knew he would come back to her. I was just her second choice, but now I’m glad for that. If we were claimed, I never would have been here with you. Is that why you want to do this? You’re afraid of what will happen when Angel shows up?”
Buffy took in a deep, unneeded breath. “Not afraid, I just don’t want him to think he has any say in my life anymore. I want him to see that I’ve completely moved on and that he can’t ever get me back. Plus, I kind of like the idea of belonging to you.”
“We would belong to each other, but I’m already yours no matter what. You don’t need a claim to prove that. I just think you need more time to think about this, at least give it a week. If you still decide that this is something you want, I’m all for it.”
Buffy knew she wouldn’t be changing her mind, but decided that he was right. She wanted to see if there was more between them first, if she really could come to love him on her own, and she didn’t want to factor Angel anywhere in her decision.
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