Disclaimer: My Buffy is a Vengeance Demon. Joss’ Buffy was a Slayer.

Author's note: Thanks to everyone who has been reading and reviewing, feedback makes me do a happy dance. Extra special hugs to BTL my fab beta.
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Chapter 12: Blood and Lace

“You are possibly the most aggravating vampire in the entire world Spike!” said an exasperated Vengeance Demon as she returned to her flat, the persistent vampire in tow.

Her plans of wreaking some vengeance tonight were a bust once Spike had caught up with her. There was something about a vampire wanting to eat your wishers that made them run away. She had spent most of her night trying to get away from him. But he wanted to talk. Teleporting to another part of the city had done little. It had given her an hour or so to get back to her task before he showed up again.

“Just answer the question!” he mock whispered, knowing that if he woke up the Watcher all hell would break loose. “What she said, would you do it?”

“I’m not answering the question Spike!” she hissed at him. “I won’t give you that kind of power over me, you already have too much, damn vampire.”

Buffy shut the door to the flat behind her, only to have the lights go on.

“Buffy?” asked Reagan from the hallway. “Mr. Fairchilde?”

Caught.

“You brought a vampire into my home?” questioned Reagan sleepily.

“No, not vampire. Well, yes, vampire, but Reagan, he...it’s William! You can’t honestly think he’d eat you?” Buffy tried to make herself understood.

“I’m right full up just now,” agreed Spike.

Buffy turned to her vampire lover and smacked him on the arm. “Not helping!”

“I...I couldn’t sleep, then I heard voices. When did you arrive in England Mr. Fairchilde?” asked Reagan. “I had thought you were in Rome with your family.”

A look of understanding passed over Spike’s face. “So that’s how you knew where I was then,” he said addressing Buffy. “Why you were going to Rome, you had heard that Dru was there from the Council of Wankers...”

“So?” she spat. “It’s not like I needed a reason to go to Rome. Vengeance Demon!”

“Tea?” offered Reagan. “There is no way I’ll be able to sleep now...”
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Had you asked Reagan, she would have denied it, but Buffy was certain that the Watcher had fallen asleep with a stake in her hand. She was just far too polite and feeling responsible for William that she would not tell him to leave and do the disinvite spell.

The two demons left the bride to sleep away the morning and snuck back to Buffy’s room, Annette having been asleep in her own room for hours.

“Reagan’s getting married in the morning,” noted Buffy as she changed out of her dress, not bothering to hide herself from his view. “You can have her room after she leaves, for however long you are in town.”

Spike walked up behind her and started undoing her corset for her.

“I think I like this room,” he purred.

Buffy turned to look at him.

“What is this to you?” she asked, Spike’s hands going still at her back.

Buffy turned to look at him. “Are you here until you’ve had your fill of me? Then rush right back to Drusilla?”

“Maybe I’m here until you’ve had your fill of me...” he said, tracing his fingers lightly over her now bare arms.

“I’ll never be...”

She was cut off with a kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, seeking out her own.

She moaned against his mouth, his hands pulling her corset off of her, leaving her in garters. Spike stooped and picked up the light demon and placed her on the bed, covering her body with his own. Her nimble fingers struggled against the fastenings of his shirt to remove his own clothing as quickly as he had hers.

He slowly crept down the length of her body and settled himself between her thighs.

“If you think that this is getting you out of this discussion, William...” she started, but stopped as she couldn’t help but gasp at the feel of his cool tongue circling her clit.

Spike pushed her legs further apart, intent on staying there until she woke the Watcher up in the next room with her screams.

Buffy bit back the moan that wanted out as Spike’s tongue made circles around her clit, occasionally brushing against it.

Spike moved his mouth away from her hot core for a moment to gauge her reaction to his attentions. The face that greeted him from the head of the bed was frustrated. With a smile, Spike shifted into game face and sank his fangs into the soft fleshy part of her thigh, drinking deep.

He had been acquiring a taste for his Buffy. For, she was his now. No disputing that. He only had to claim her to make it official. Truth was, though, that he feared Drusilla’s reaction. His Sire was most unpredictable.

His mouth full of demon blood, he painted her with his tongue, all the way up her taut abdomen and across her breasts, until he positioned himself at her neck and the marks he had opened only hours ago.

Buffy groaned as he sank his fangs into her neck once more, mingling the blood he had left in his mouth with that of her thigh. His teasing attentions to her clit had made her frantic for more friction, and her hands eagerly sought out the ties of his breeches.

His fangs in her neck, and free of his breeches, Spike thrust into her hot core.

“Spike!” she squeaked, as he increased his rhythm, pounding into her like the demon he was.

Orgasm after orgasm flooded over her, with his relentless thrusting as she called out to every higher power she knew of. Her tired body lost in the throes of passion, and unable to truly take account of what she was actually doing, Buffy leaned into his neck and bit down, hard enough to draw blood.

He came with a roar that she swore woke the entire house.
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“Buffy?” came Reagan’s voice through the door. “Buffy? We need to get ready.”

Buffy groaned. Her body hurt in odd places and she felt like she had let blood dry on her skin. Opening her eyes she found the reason. She did have dried blood all over her.

Memories of the night before came back to her. With a smile she rolled over and kissed her lover, who was sprawled next to her in the bed. He was equally covered in her blood, which for some reason was turning her on.

“Buffy?” called Reagan again. “Are you awake?”

“Yes, Reagan. I am awake.”

“Would you like me to send Annette to you?”

“Please, and tell her to bring hot water.”

Buffy pulled the covers over Spike’s naked body and robed herself, covering up most of the blood and bites. She just hoped that Annette wouldn’t make a big deal about it.

Or the sheets. She looked at her bed and sighed. The whole set of linen was going to have to be replaced.
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Buffy was lying in a hot bath, soaking off the blood behind a screen in her room. Annette had said not a word about the blood and she was thankful. Somewhere on the other side of the screen Spike slept on, there was no reason for him to be up.

She knew she should be mad. She should be livid that he expected her to give herself over to him whenever he wanted. He had such power over her.

Buffy dressed carefully, making sure that her new wounds weren’t aggravated by the fabric of her bride’s maid dress. With a glance towards the figure on the bed, Buffy wondered if he would be here when she got back.

It was a fear she couldn’t deny. Sometime, sooner than she anticipated, he would forsake her and go back to Drusilla.
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“So this is what’s passing as a wedding these days,” said Anyanka, coming up behind Buffy who sat at the head table, waiting for Reagan and Arthur to be done with the reception line.

“Anyanka!” Buffy hissed. “What are you doing here?”

Anyanka sat down in an empty chair and looked her friend in the eyes. “D’Hoffryn’s found out, probably by someone trying to earn points. He’s not happy let me tell you.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Found out about what? That I’m at a human wedding, and not planning on doing vengeance, or that my human friend decided to recruit me into an organisation that was the reason I was elevated, and seriously considering vengeance at the next meeting I have to go to.”

“Ya, that last one. You are planning vengeance against the Council of Watchers?” Anyanks’s voice was low, making sure that the people around her couldn’t hear her.

“Oh yes, and perhaps I did not tell you exactly what the Watcher’s Council has been employing me to do. Locate and capture the infamous Anyanka, scourge of men.”

“Oh pish, that’s cause they are all men. They all deserve to have their penis’ skink to the size of raisins.”

“Perhaps Anyanka but I don’t think it is particularly safe for you to be here right now,” Buffy replied as her eyes searched the room to see if anyone had taken note of Anyanka.

“And I’m telling you that I don’t think it is particularly safe for you to be here either,” Anyanka argued back.

Buffy nodded.

“Is it true that your vampire is in town? Erixel, are you going to get him out of your system or not?”

“I’m thinking not, Anyanka. I don’t want him out of my system. I love him,” said Buffy dreamily.

“He’ll go back to his Sire,” she warned. “I heard that Drusilla and Angelus are furious that he left them in Rome.”

“Ya I feel really bad for Drusilla.”

Anyanka stood up and straightened her skirts. “Well I thought you should know. You know at some point I’d like to meet your William.” She gave the other demon a smile, letting her know she respected her decision, even if she didn’t agree with it.

Buffy smiled up at her friend. “Thanks Anyanka. I won’t be staying in London for very much longer. I know it can only be a matter of time until I’m found out. I’m just here for Reagan’s wedding. That’s the only reason I’m here.”

“Look me up when you are back in Arashamahar, I’m thinking about doing a dinner party.”

“I will do that Anyanka.”

Anyanka walked off, her skirts swishing behind her, to a spot out of the way, to open a portal or teleport to where ever she was going.

Buffy’s gaze returned to Reagan, happily now Mrs. Wyndham-Price. She could tell that her friend was thinking about babies already. It was a terrible thought. Reagan with children, little Wyndham-Prices running about the countryside.

Okay, so it wasn’t terrible, it was what it was and it made Buffy feel like she had betrayed a inner fibre of herself. She wanted children of her own, little Fairchildes with their mother’s blond hair and their father’s piercing blue eyes.

And yes, Spike wasn’t going to stay with her. Spike would go back to Drusilla. Frankly she couldn’t believe he had come at all. Openly defying his Sire to come and get an itch scratched.

It added fuel to her belief that Drusilla didn’t give him the attention he deserved.
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The mood in the reception hall turned romantic as the music started and Reagan and her father took to the floor for the father/daughter dance. As the dance wore on, other couples of fathers and daughters took to the floor. Miranda Travers and her father, Mr. Bradford and his daughter, Miss Cruickshank and her father. Buffy looked on with longing, missing her own father desperately.

Buffy scanned the crowd for people she knew. Off in a corner sat Giles. His attendance brought a smile to her face. He looked happy and that made her happy. Yet, he was just another person that she had to avoid.

The music started up again, this time a slow hesitant medley that just begged for sweethearts to take to the floor.

There was a tap on her shoulder. Buffy turned to see a pale faced very young Watcher who was intent on asking her to dance. He wasn’t the most handsome man in the world, but it was better than sitting and staring at the crowd on the dance floor.

The young man, whose name she discovered was Thomas, danced carefully with her, almost as if she would break.

“Miss Summers, I hear that you are quite the asset to the Council,” said Mr. Thomas.

Buffy tried to act humble. She looked down, and tried to blush. His shaking grip on her waist reminded her of her William before that terrible night, before she broke his heart.

“Miss Summers? Are you quite well?” asked her dance partner concerned.

“Oh I’m fine,” she stammered, “Just lost in nostalgia.”

He seemed to take that at face value and did not press her with further questions. Suddenly he stopped the slow waltz and pulled away from her as he gave way to another man, who had asked for her hand. Thomas pressed a kiss to her hand before backing away completely. Buffy smiled and gave a small curtsey.

She turned to face the person she’d least likely thought she’d see there. However, given his vampiric impulsiveness, she shouldn’t have doubted it.

“William?” she whispered. “What are you doing here? There are Watchers here.”

He chuckled. “Yes I am aware of that Cecily. Your friend Reagan is a watcher. I used to be in society with half these people.”

“That is why you shouldn’t be here William. They know you are a vampire,” she reminded him, even thought it was not entirely true. She had had Reagan do that spell all those years ago, to cover up his existence. They knew that William the Bloody was a vampire, but not that William Fairchilde, one of their acquaintance and of considerable connection to the former Slayer was one and the same.

“So, who’s the git?“ he growled, nodding off towards Thomas. Spike pulled her towards him, their bodies so close as to raise a few eyebrows.

She stared into his eyes, his reason for being there finally hitting her. “You are here because you are going to leave, aren’t you?” she asked her voice hitching, ignoring his jealousy for the moment.

She felt his body stiffen against her. It had to be true.

“I can feel her Buffy. She’s not happy with me right now. She wants me back at her side.”

“And you’ll go,” she said softly.

“Buffy...” Spike trailed off, unsure of what to say. He couldn’t deny that it hurt to see her face rejected and resigned because of him.

“I know we’ve been over this, she’s your Sire, she made you, saved you from mediocrity gave you immortality. All of which I drove you to,” she muttered. pulling away from him and walking over to a window.

After a moment, Spike followed after her, pausing just outside her peripheral vision.

“When?” she asked, fearful that he was going sooner than later.

He put a hand to her cheek and sighed.

“Tonight,” she answered for him. “I scratched that itch for you and you’re off.” Her voice was bitter, and Spike hated it.

Both demons were unhappily caught up in their own thoughts, so much so that they failed to register in whose direction they had ended up in.

“Oh dear lord! Buffy?” came Giles’ voice.

Buffy looked up to see her Watcher, his arm snugly around the waist of Miranda Travers looking shocked at her appearance.

“Giles?” Buffy stammered. “You married Miranda Travers?” she asked aghast. “For D’Hoffryn’s sake, why?”

“No need to be rude, Elizabeth,” said Giles right away the role of Watcher settling with familiarity on his shoulders, Buffy bowing her head down.

Spike guffawed at the Watcher’s ability to make Buffy feel so very small in such a short space of time.

“I see that your acquaintance has remained the same, death obviously wasn’t an obstacle for you Mr. Fairchilde. Tell me, are you a result of her vengeance wish or are you the result of some other mystical power?”

Spike cast a questioned glance at his former dance partner.

Buffy chose to ignore the whole topic. “I hear that Elizabeth Underwood died at the hands of the demon D’Hoffryn, took her own life and was killed by that Monster Angelus. So many tales of death. Perhaps her Watcher knows which story is true?”

“The truth was intensely embarrassing,” summed up Giles, with a glance to his wife, indicating that he wasn’t willing to go into detail with her around.

“When the alternative of being suffocated by a group of Watchers was so much more appealing...” Buffy snarked back.

“Anne?” said Reagan from behind her.

Buffy turned to see her friend and her new husband standing directly behind her and William.

“Anne, your voice is starting to carry,” said Reagan quietly.

“Mr. Price did you know that your wife invited a demon to your wedding?” asked Giles.

Arthur’s face lit up into a smile. “Of course I did, Mr. Giles. My Reagan tells me everything. We are most honoured to have Miss Summers at our wedding. She is a great friend of Reagan’s,” Arthur replied without missing a beat.

Buffy was never so grateful for Arthur Price than at that moment.

“We were just on our way to find you!” said Buffy falsely chipper. “William and I must depart.”

Reagan nodded in understanding.

“I shall see you after the honeymoon?” she asked.

Buffy nodded and hugged her friend.

“I guess this means no more Watcher meetings?” asked the bride.

Buffy laughed. “Sadly I must decline.” With another hug the friends parted, each leading their respective partner’s away from the irate Mr. and Mrs. Giles.
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