Disclaimer: Joss and I had a little discussion where he agreed to let me play with Spike as much as I liked. Ok it wasn’t a real conversation...But I can dream.

Author’s note: Once again thanks, hugs and squishes to Bloodytearsoflife for being such a wonderful beta!
Thanks to spet, Marzbar, Tasha, and Wulfie (even though he called me a poophead) for the fab reviews of the last chapter!
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Chapter 13: Violation

The silence of the street outside the reception hall was all the sound that accompanied Spike and Buffy as they made their way to her flat.

Spike was planning his trip back to Rome and how he would explain his absence to his Sire.

Buffy was contemplating the fact that she had to leave London. She resolutely decided against Rome. William was going to Rome. No, someplace far far away from William. China? America?

Buffy turned the key to her flat to find Annette sleeping on the couch, her ever present darning in her hand.

Spike brushed past her on his way to her bedroom and returned seconds later with a satchel.

He is really going now, she thought sadly.

“There isn’t anything I can say to make you stay?” she asked, her eyes looking at him through her eyelashes.

“Buffy...” he warned.

“What? You really have no idea exactly how this tears me up inside. You going back to Drusilla? It’s painful Spike. When I came here, I was prepared not to see you again for a long long time. Then you had to come and show up on my doorstep, sweeping me up into your arms, making me forget my resolve. You can’t keep doing this to me. Please William. Please make up your mind. Either stay with me or go to her.” Buffy was tired and weary of this back and forth game, either he was to be hers or not. She just wished he would make up his mind and leave her in her misery.

Spike was silent a moment before answering, not daring to look up at her. “I have to go Buffy. I love her.”

“Why?“ Buffy exclaimed, her whole body rigid and fraught with so many questions. “No, you know what? I don’t want to know. I don’t care. Just go.” She turned her face away, staring at the door he would soon pass through.

His hand brushed over her cheek, making her face him. “We had our chance Buffy, and you know how that went.”

“I can take it back!” Her eyes grew wide as she thought of the possibility. “Make a wish! It’s what I do!”

Spike shook his head sadly, a morose expression on his face. “I don’t wish to go back to that life, Buffy. And I don’t think you want to either.”

“No?” she asked. “I could, in an instant, all I have to do is take this pendant off you know,” she said fingering the jewel that hung from her neck. “One yank on this chain and I’m just Buffy again. Probably a crippled Buffy, but....if you asked me to...I do it in a second.” Her eyes started into his.

Spike had to look away, her green depths making him uncomfortable.

“I wouldn't ask you to cripple yourself for me pet,” he replied as his hand found the jewel, its power radiating in his hand.

“You know that I haven’t taken this off since I was elevated....” her hands found the clasp easily.

“Buffy?”

Unlatching the clasp, Buffy drew the pendant off of her neck. “It’s so small...” she said examining it.

“Buffy put it back on,” he ordered, breaking Buffy from her thoughts.

Buffy looked up at him from the pendant with harsh eyes. “Why are you still here?” she asked bitterly. “Isn’t Drusilla calling you?”

“She is pet, I don’t want to leave you like this...”

“Like what? Mad at you? You want to make sure I’ll open my legs the next time you are in town?” She was being nasty and she knew it, the raw anger felt better than the despair that was sitting in the pit of her stomach.

“If I know you any, Buffy, you won’t be staying here much longer,” he responded, his tone knowing. His blue eyes shined, and Buffy’s guard broke a bit, well, more like it completely fell apart. There was no way she could stay mad at him, not when his eyes were telling her that this was hurting him just as much as it was hurting her.

“That much is true, but I’m not going back to Rome,” she said, her tone becoming softer. “Promise me something though?” she said after a moment, chewing on her lip.

He nodded.

“If ever in some freak series of events, you find yourself without the need to attach yourself to your sire, look me up?”

A smirk crossed his lips.

“I think I can manage that, pet.”

“Ok, I’m not mad at you anymore, but don’t think that you can just prance over to where ever I am to get shagged...”

“I don’t bloody prance!” Spike scowled, crossing his arms.

Buffy smirked. “Never, big bad vampire like you.” She leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. He was beautiful and he had a power over her like she never hoped to feel again. Even D’Hoffryn couldn’t command her like he could. He was beautiful. They could have been beautiful together and had beautiful babies.

Suddenly, Spike caught her up in his arms, causing her to let her pendant fall to the floor. His lips were on her hers in an instant, muffling a moan of pleasure as he carried her to her bedroom, her pendant lying forgotten on the parlour floor. Annette slept on, undisturbed on the couch.

In her room, with the door closed, Spike laid Buffy upon her bed, and began tearing at her clothes, desperate to get her naked and open to him. The sad look in her eyes was heartbreaking.

With a rip, he left her clad only in her garters and corset. Her lack of knickers brought a smile to his face. She turned her head, a tear rolling down her cheek.

She couldn‘t help the tear that escaped. She was going to let him have his way with her again. A goodbye shag. Perhaps being able to fuck a Slayer was a turn on? ‘Cause that‘s what she was without her pendant. His lips kissing up her thighs drove her to wiggle closer to him, and to his member straining through his breeches.

This is the last time, the thought came unbidden into her brain. Another tear escaped as she looked out the window, at the ceiling, anywhere but at his face. Anywhere but his beautiful blue eyes. If she looked there, she knew she would really start to cry.

Spike tongue circled her clit lazily, attempting to bring some sort of response from the girl in front of him. It was as if she had retreated inside of herself, blocking out the world around her, unaware that he was between her legs.

This wasn’t how he wanted her.

Spike unfastened his breeches and let his hard cock fall at attention, eagerly awaiting insertion. Her unresponsiveness was making him mad.

Roughly, he grabbed her and thrust her onto his shaft, pumping into her a few times before forcing her legs up, letting her feet hang over his shoulders. If she wasn’t going to pay attention, he was going to make sure that she felt how rough it could be.

He slammed into her, not caring in the slightest that she hadn’t been very wet or that she even acknowledged his actions. He gripped her hips tighter, leaving bruises. The silence finally met a breaking point, Spike yelling out.

“You ruined everything! You know that Cecily? I was planning on marrying you, planning on proposing the next week. Didn’t know that did you? Had a ring, my Grandmother’s, all nestled away in my pocket that night actually.”

He reached down and bit down on her earlobe, whispering his words in her ear.

“You were going to be mine. Honeymoon in Bath, and then we were going to leave London behind, live in the country away from society, away from all those damned gits that you submitted to. You were gonna be mine!” he growled, his demon howling at the retribution that had not been paid yet.

At his growl, a light went off in Buffy’s head and she pounced, flipping the vampire onto his back and settling down on his pelvis, riding his cock with fervour.

“I was gonna say yes!” she hissed. “I dreamed of being Mrs. William Fairchilde. I wanted to be yours to have your children. I wanted fat grandbabies with you, with their blonde hair and blue eyes!”

She reached around and gave his balls a sharp twist.

“You think I wanted to be a demon? You think I like the fact that I’ve screwed up my life, your life, all because I believed them when they said they would kill me if I didn’t do what they said.”

Buffy stilled, impaled on his throbbing prick, enjoying the look of want and need from her vampire, even as a small rivulet began to fall at the corner of his eyes.

“When I accepted D’Hoffryn’s offer, Reagan told me you were dead. That you were a vampire. That you were putting railroad spikes through our friend’s heads.“

Buffy lay down on top of the vampire, her head resting on his chest. “I had just narrowly escaped my murder and he offered me something that you already had. Immortality. The best kind of immortality I think, the kind where I get to say when it ends. The pendant’s off and I’m human again.”

Spike gave a violent thrust of his hips and flipped them over once more.

“Not human, Cecily, don’t want to be human. I like being a vampire,” he growled shifting into his vampiric face and resuming his punishing thrusts into her body.

Buffy nodded. “I get that.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her grip. He leaned down and bit into the flesh of her neck, reopening the scars of previous encounters. Her blood was heavenly, the blood of a Slayer. It tasted so different from her demon blood. Reluctantly he moved away from her bleeding neck, his lips covered in the sweetest red liquid he had ever tasted. One clench of her internal muscles and she had driving him over the edge, his spendings flooding her insides with ease.

Spike flopped down onto the bed beside her, pulling out of her wet channel. Gathering him into her arms she rested his head on her corseted chest.

“I get that you like being a vampire. But I want you to know that you have the option, one wish I’d be happy to grant. The last wish I’d ever grant. I know you don’t love me anymore, William, but I’ll always love you. I am yours you know, have been since the day we met.”

“Mine,” he murmured.

“Yes,” she confirmed. “Yours, all yours.”

It wasn’t an official Vampire claim, her years of Slayer training told her that much, but it gave her hope, hope that might get her through another day.
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Buffy woke alone in bed. It was what she expected really. Spike was probably on the boat to France by now. She threw on a robe and called out to Annette to get her breakfast ready.

“Oh and go to the shop and see if you can get a grapefruit and some oranges, I feel like juice.”

Annette nodded and curtseyed to her mistress and exited the flat noisily.

Robe clad, Buffy walked about the flat well aware that she wasn’t wearing her pendant. I guess my body healed itself after all, she thought to herself. But am I still a Slayer?

Buffy picked up a stone that Reagan had taken as a souvenir from the beach at Brighton and crushed it with ease.

Well that answers that question, she thought dusting her hands of the rock particles.

She helped herself to a cup of tea from the steaming pot that Annette had left on the dining room table. Outside the sun was shining, today would be her last day in London, and there was much to do to prepare. No doubt Giles had told the entire Council by now that Anne Summers and Elizabeth Underwood were one and the same as well as the demon Erixel.

Moving into the parlour of the flat, clutching her teacup, Buffy scoured the floor in search of her pendant. She knew that she had dropped it by the door. A thorough search of the area revealed nothing more than the fact that obviously Annette had cleaned up.

There was a knock on the door.

Slightly startled by the occurrence, Buffy reflected on the idea that it could only be Reagan wishing to say goodbye before departing on her honeymoon with Arthur. Unseemly as it was to answer the door in one’s bathrobe, Buffy threw open the door.

The person on the other side of the doorway was not Reagan.

“Miss Erixel!” greeted The Immortal, sliding into the flat, without an invitation.

Buffy backed up, her hand on her mouth, one question occupying her thoughts, Why is he here?

“Hello,” she finally managed to stutter, as he closed the door behind him.

“I was in London on business and couldn’t pass up the opportunity to catch up with an old acquaintance,” the words rolling off his tongue.

“I thought you said I was young?” she retorted.

“Ah yes, perhaps dear demon, but you have an old soul.”

“I don’t have a soul, demon remember?” Buffy said, her brain pausing as she said it. But she wasn’t a demon anymore, was she?

“Oh, please forgive the expression,” he smiled a toothy grin.

“What are you really doing here?” she asked, pulling her robe around her tighter.

“I wish to renew our acquaintance,” he said slowly, as if she was a child, not understanding what he had previously said.

“Renew our acquaintance?” she repeated, hoping that this sinister feeling she was getting, probably her unused Slayer sense going haywire, begging her to get out of the situation.

“Why yes, my dear Erixel. You have intrigued me, fascinated me and I must know you better,” he said stepping into her personal space, causing her to back up even more. He took her hand and pressed it to his lips.

She tried very hard to keep the disgusted feeling she felt off of her face, but at the same time she pulled her hand away sharply.

The action was accompanied by a scratch along her middle finger. She her hand palm up to inspect it, revealing a deep scratch and droplets of red blood escaping from the wound.

Buffy looked up at The Immortal with a question on her face. Before she could voice it though, everything turned black.
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tbc...


Mwa ha ha ha, I know evil cliffie! BTL tells me I’m a tease...Yep, I’m evil.
~Ariel Dawn