II - Whatta?!

AN: Thank you for all the nice reviews. They made my day. I'm glad there are still nice people out there. Well, this is fic is now halfway done. I only planned four chapters because I didn't want to still be working on it at Xmas, lol.

A big thanks to Aribelle and Jessica for betaing this for me.





Spike continued to study the new Buffy worriedly and she watched him just as warily. He had a feeling it might not be good for him to stick around and started to back away towards the side of the house again. The Scoobies were here to deal with the Slayer and whatever had just happened to her. Unless... something had happened to them as well, then maybe he should not go far in case there was something amusing to witness.

Though, he was going to have nightmares over Rupert's outfit.

Buffy frowned when she saw the man retreating and left the steps to follow after him. "Who are you?" She waved a hand around and demanded, "Did you have something to do with this? Is it some big joke? I can sense the magic from whatever spell must've taken my memories! Did you do it??" She could sense he was some sort of demon like her, but he didn't look it. Perhaps a vampire...? She wasn't sure... but most vampires didn't do magic. They had someone else do it for them.

"Pet, I'm just as confused as you are 'bout this," he glanced her over again, groaning inwardly.

"I'm your... pet?" She blinked then pouted slightly. Disappointment washed over her and she glanced down at her feet, even her wings lowering dejectedly.

A slow smile spread over his face as wicked thoughts filled his brain. He smirked, "Yeah, you're my pet."

"So you know me?" Her disappointment at being a pet was momentarily overcome by the relief of finding someone who could possibly tell her who she was. Her wings fluttered excitedly as she stepped towards him again.

"Yeah. You're the-" he stopped himself and looked her over. She definitely wasn't the slayer anymore. By the look and smell of her, she seemed to be some sort of demon now. Maybe a succubus or bacchae... "Mmm," he purred as he nearly got lost in dirty thoughts again.

"Hello! I'm who?" she reached out and prodded him rather roughly with her talons.

He was brought back to reality and pouted slightly, rubbing his shoulder. "Buffy. You're Buffy."

"Buffy?" her nose wrinkled slightly. She looked slightly disappointed and he chuckled.

"What do you want me t' call you then, luv?" he cocked his head to the side, eyes dancing with amusement. This situation could be used to his advantage. He was looking forward to getting her back to his crypt and exploring the situation a bit further.

"I... I don't know..." she paused in thought and looked away. She started to worry her lip a bit, forgetting her new little fangs until they pricked her lip. "Ow..." she grumbled and reached up to touch her lip. She brought her hand away and there was a drop of crimson blood on her finger. "Remind me not to do that again..."

"Ah, but you looked so lovely," he purred and stepped up close, taking her hand and drawing her finger into his mouth.

God, he nearly fainted like some ponce at the taste. So delicious. Full of such power. Unlike anything else he had ever tasted.

And he wanted more.

Her eyes were wide and shone like emeralds in the moonlight, riveted to his mouth where he sucked gently on her finger. "So... we're close...?" Her brows went up nervously. He drank blood. Well that confirmed it. He must be a vampire like she had guessed before. "I mean, you said pet... but I guess you didn't mean like, a dog chained to a tree sort of thing, huh?"

He drew her finger slowly out of his mouth, giving the tip a slow lick before releasing her hand. "Mmm, very close..."

She took a shaky breath and drew herself up. "You... you must be a powerful vampire to have a demon as a pet... or did I," she blushed and looked down again, "go willingly?" She looked up at him through her long lashes.

Spike groaned, nearly undone by that look. He wasn't going to last much longer if she kept up with the look and the smell and the taste... He groaned again and shifted, trying to alleviate the uncomfortable pressure in his pants. They needed to get back to his crypt soon or he was going to have her down in the grass right there.

"Yeah, quite willingly," he curled his tongue behind his teeth and leered at her.

She swallowed. "Oh... okay..." She smiled slightly, "I guess that sounds a bit better..." She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes slightly, "So really, we're lovers or something?"

"Oh yeah," he breathed out and let his eyes roam over her again. This was too easy.

"So what am I doing here?" She wrinkled her nose as she looked towards the house. "I smell humans inside. And a..." her nose worked for a moment, "werewolf?" She blinked in confusion.

"Yeah, a traitor t' demons, he is. They're demon hunters in there." He nodded. Too too easy... "Sweetling, you probably came t' try t' get at them while they weren' expectin' it. Livin' it up in there an' partyin'."

"Oh? They are?" She pouted and gave the house a little glare. "Have they tried to kill me? And you?"

He nodded.

She frowned intensely. "Not of the good."

*****

Anya walked into the house, as oblivious to the trouble brewing in the backyard as everyone else. She smiled and headed towards Xander to show off her Pixie costume, but froze and let out a frightened shriek when she spotted Willow. She turned on her heal and went to flee the room, but Xander grabbed her.

"What's wrong? It's just Willow!"

"She's been bitten by a werebunny!" Anya tugged to get away.

"No, I haven't..." Willow wrinkled her nose, confused at the girl's behavior. Xander dated the weirdest girls...

"Don't scrunch up your nose all cutesy-wootsy, missy!" The ex-demon clapped her hands over her face so she wouldn't have to look at it, hoping that would make it better.

"It's just her costume. She's a Playboy bunny. The ears are fake," Xander motioned for Willow to take off her ears and tugged Anya's hands away. "See?"

"Yeah, the ears are fake," Willow sighed for a moment then grinned. "But the tail isn't." She giggled and turned around to wiggle her backside at Anya.

Anya yelped and tried to flee again, but Xander grabbed her. He gave Willow a nasty look and she blushed.

"Okay, okay... it's fake, too. I'm sorry," Willow said softly.

"I hate bunnies..." Anya was muttering, barely hearing the apology. "With their wiggling noses and fluffy tails. And their evil, beady eyes. They're just wrong. Abominations. Never turn your back on one. Never."

"Oookay... let's go get some punch, Anya..." Xander led her towards the kitchen to get a drink, exchanging a look with Willow over his shoulder and shrugging.

They shuffled into the kitchen where Oz and Giles were discussing the finer points of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Both men looked up when the others entered, Giles offering the new arrival a smile. The already pale Englishman paled further when she took one look at him and fainted.

*****

"Do you think... we're not going to attack now, because of whatever happened to me, are we?" Buffy looked up at Spike, tilting her head inquisitively.

"No. I'm goin' t' get you back home an' take care of you, luv," he smiled and pulled her close, running his hand over her hair. He wanted to take advantage of as much time as he could with her like this. He didn't know how long the spell would last or how long it would take for the whelps to figure out something was up.

She nodded absently. "That's probably best... I don't even remember who I'm fighting. That can't be a good thing." She closed her eyes as he continued to stroke her hair. This was nice. She wondered if he did this often. She really hoped so. "Just take me home so you can tell me more about us."

"My pleasure," he purred to her and finally took his attention off her hair to lead her away.

They didn't get far when they were swarmed by a group of vampires. Buffy looked around at them confused. They were all demons like her and... She pouted as she realized her lover hadn't told her his name. Oh well, she would have to remember to ask him once they figured out what this was all about. Surely, these vampires weren't here to hurt them. They should all be on the same side... unless those demon hunters had done something. They turned these vampires to their side like they did the werewolf?

She leaned in close to Spike to whisper, "Are these our minions?" She wanted to make sure before she jumped to conclusions. "Or are we in trouble?" Her wings beat excitedly, belying her nonchalance.

"I think we're in a bit of trouble, pet," he grunted, looking around at the vampires. Mentally he was letting loose a string of curses that the William in him wouldn't let him utter in front of the lady as they would probably make a sailor blush. These stupid sods were delaying what looked to be a good shagging.

"Why are you attacking us? We're all supposed to be on the same side." Her brows drew together as she inched closer to Spike.

"Hechana said she'd be a bit loopy," one vampire commented to another with a smirk.

Another frowned, "She didn't say she'd be with Spike, though."

"Okay, second question... do we know a Hechana?" Buffy whispered to Spike again worriedly, but relieved to at least now know his name.

"Doesn' ring any bells an' this's obviously not her welcomin' party."

"Oh. Okay..."

Spike lunged forward to grab the first couple of vampires, calling over his shoulder to her, "Run t' my crypt! Wait... you don' know where that is, do you?" He knocked them together then grabbed one of them off the ground to twist his neck savagely. "Run t' the graveyard, do you know where that is at least?"

She watched him for a moment as she glanced around. "Not really," she winced. "Sorry." She dodged a blow as some of the vampires tried for her while the others distracted Spike. "But that doesn't matter. I'm not leaving."

"Buffy..." he growled over her shoulder but she ignored him.

She rolled her eyes. She hoped he wasn't always like this and started slashing at the vampires with her talons. She tore the throat out of one vampire and he fell to the ground, spraying blood everywhere. He wasn't going to die like that and she knew it, but for a few moments she was busy with the other vampires around her. She followed Spike's lead and snapped the neck of one of them, but the other one was much too tall for the petite ex-slayer to do that.

He hit her and she stumbled, but growled angrily and lunged forward away with talons slashing. She slashed at his chest and dodged more blows, but catching another one that sent her back again. Okay, the usual methods weren't working with this one... She dodged more blows while thinking, then grinned maliciously and drove her fist into his chest to pulverize his heart. It was as effective as anything else for staking and the vampire burst into dust.

By now, she and Spike were thoroughly covered in blood from the wounded vampire flopping on the ground. She looked over at Spike just as he was finishing off the last vamp attacking him. He looked towards her and met her gaze, holding it as he sauntered towards her with a cocky grin. He brought his boot down on the neck of the vampire on the ground, finally putting him out of his misery.

"We work good together, yeah?" He jerked her close, pressing her into the tree behind her and kissing her hard.

He was incredibly turned on by the sight of her standing there covered in blood and ground his erection into her. Every minute with her seemed to bring another thing to raise his ardour higher and higher. At this point, he wasn't sure he would care if he took her right there out in the open with everyone on the block to see. He was the Big Bad after all...

"Spike..." Buffy gasped and tried to tear her mouth from his. "Please, not here. There's people... and kids..."

"Don' care..." he muttered into her neck as he moved his attention there, licking at the blood then biting in to her flesh with blunt teeth.

She couldn't help moaning softly. "I do, though... please..."

"Fine," he said gruffly and lifted his head to frown at her petulantly before simply tossing her over his shoulder.

She yelped in indignation and wiggled for a moment before deciding that it was silly to struggle. She tossed her blood dampened hair out of her face and braced her hands on his back to lever herself up a bit so she wouldn't have all the blood rush to her head.

"Okay, still not sure I appreciate my ass being on parade... but that's better than us re-enacting a porno movie on someone's front lawn..." she sighed and lowered her elbows to his back so she could rest her chin in her hands. She did make a point of beating one of her wings into his face now and then to irritate him, while acting like the movement was involuntary.

When they reached his crypt, he finally set her down on the sarcophagus. He stepped back and she looked down at herself.

"I... uh... don't suppose this crypt has a shower, or a bath, or something like that I could get cleaned off in?" She looked down at herself with a pout then up at him through her lashes.

"Gawd, when you look at me like that... an' lookin' like that..." he groaned and reached down to rub at himself through his jeans.

Buffy's eyes were riveted to his hand and it's work, feeling her own heat rise. He smirked and reached out to take her hand, putting it where his own hand had been and pressing himself into her palm to encourage her to continue where he left off. He groaned and tilted his head back when she did.

She worried her lip, gentle with her fangs this time. He had said they were lovers, but she didn't feel that experienced with such things. Maybe they hadn't been together long? Or was it just a fluke because of her memory loss? She was so confused, but at the same time she was so overheated with longing. Every time he kissed her and touched her... he was either very talented or she didn't know what. She didn't think she was ready to explore the alternative, especially at a time like this. It could wait until she had her memory back.

"Spike...?"

He looked down at her through hazy eyes. "Yes, pet?"

"You never answered my question... shower? Bath? Something?"

"Don' got one," he lied.

"But how do we-"

He cut her off with a slow kiss, bending her back. "Got a better idea for gettin' that blood off your delicious body."

"Oh..." She breathed and looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes.

He purred as his mouth moved to her chest, scooping one of her breasts out of her corset to lave it with his tongue. He cleansed it of every bit of blood and continued to lick it even after it was clean, nipping and suckling at the peak. She squirmed under him, making little noises of pleasure. He put his hand on her abdomen to still her so he could continue his ministrations. She made a frustrated sound and he looked up at her.

"Pet, you taste so delicious... so succulent. Give a bloke time t' enjoy his treat," he flicked his tongue over the hard nub again to elicit a little moan. "Now t' decide if I should finish the other breast... or move on t' another area..." He ran his free hand over her thigh and she whimpered. "You're right. There's no rush. I should do my job right proper an' finish the other breast off first. No dessert 'til I finish my plate an' all that rot."

She actually growled in response and tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down. He looked around but decided the sarcophagus was not the best place for chaining her arms above her head, so he tossed her over his shoulder again and carried her towards the hole to the bottom levels. She rolled her eyes and beat her wings at his head in irritation, this time not even trying to play innocent. She finally buried her talons in his ass to get his attention and he nearly fell off the ladder with a yelp.

"Bloody hell woman!" he groused and tossed her onto the bed roughly.

She got up on her knees to frown at him with her hands on her hips. "Well that's what you get, Mr. Manhandler... tossing me about like a rag doll!"

He vamped out and leaned in close. "You like it rough, baby."

"You know, I've been just going along with everything you keep telling me? But how do I know you won't tell me stuff just to see if I'll do it, huh?" She waved a finger under his nose.

"Shut your gob..." he nipped at her finger and pushed her onto her back.

She bounced on the mattress and her hair flew out around her head on the pillow. Her eyes got wide before narrowing at him. "You really are pushy, you know..." He crawled up the bed towards her and she looked down at him. "You also know... we're getting blood all over the bed. It stains... and you're going to have to get new sheets. And, you probably don't have a mattress cover so you're going to need a new mattress, too."

"Don' care," he replied simply as he reached above her for the chains behind the headboard. He started chaining her wrists. When he was sure she was secure, he looked down into her face again. "Right now, all I care about is shaggin' you right proper. An' if you don' stop talkin', I'll gag you next."

Her brows went up in shock then her jaw dropped in indignation. "Are you always this mean to me?"

"Yeah," he smirked and kissed her hard. "An' you just love it."

"Probably lying to me... I probably pop you a good one every time you say such horrible things to me, but you don't want me to-MMPH!"

Spike finally rolled his eyes and shoved a gag into her mouth then secured it around her head. "I warned you, sweetling."

He winked and kissed her nose before sliding down her body again. He lifted out her other breast and gave it the same treatment its partner had gotten up on the sarcophagus moments ago. She writhed again, tugging at her restraints half-heartedly as she moaned around the gag. When he was satisfied with that, he moved down her body again.

He nudged her knees apart and settled himself between her legs, caressing the inside of her thighs through the fishnets. He dipped his head with a devious grin to nip and kiss at her inner thighs, holding her legs as they went to kick out. His cock ached; damn, she was a responsive little hellion in bed. He wondered if she had been this wild for the poofter or that dickhead, Parker. He doubted it.

His fingers delved into the netting and tore it open over her crotch, then hooked them through the soft leather that was the only thing between him and her sweet core. He ripped it open as well then pushed it out of the way so he could lower his head to her pussy to begin enjoying his treat. God, but he had waited a long time for this. He had been dreaming of doing such things to her since he first saw her dancing. Moving that hot little body of hers. Teasing every man in the place. He growled just at the memory and nipped at her flesh, causing her hips to jerk as she yelped.

"So nice an' wet for the Big Bad, yeah?" He smirked up at her then nipped at her little nubbin. "Gettin' you all hot an' bothered, ain' I? Goin' t' make you scream, yeah?"

He grasped her ass and delved his tongue deep inside her, moving it around in her core then tongue fucking her for all he was worth. She closed her eyes moaning in delight, doing her best to grind herself into his mouth. She wasn't sure if she had ever felt this good before... but if he was her lover, then surely this was not the first time. And no wonder she had willingly given herself over to a vampire if he was this-OH!

Her mind went blank and she cried out around the gag as her first orgasm hit her hard. She arched up off the bed as much as the chains and his hands would allow, then collapsed in a boneless heap.

Spike licked his lips and growled out, "Bloody fuckin' delicious..."

He lifted himself and started to crawl back up her body with a predatory gleam in his eyes. Her own emerald gaze was locked with his helplessly in anticipation, hardly able to wait for the next part she knew was surely going to come.

*****

Xander looked around after a minute as they all started settling in to decide which movie to watch. "Where's Buffy?"

"Dunno," Willow said and the others all shrugged as well.

"When was the last time anyone saw her...?" He asked slowly, apprehension slowly starting to dawn on him.

"Before Anya got here, I believe," Giles said thoughtfully. "She was taking her turn at teasing me over my costume in the kitchen after she got back from the meeting with that teacher. I came in here and don't recall seeing her since."

The Scoobies all looked at each other for a moment before getting up to head for the kitchen. Willow jogged upstairs to check Buffy's room while they looked around. Xander headed down to the basement to look for her while the other three went out the back door to glance around curiously. Willow and Xander joined them after a moment, both with frowns and shaking heads.

"Okay... where can she be?" Willow swallowed nervously.

"Normally, I would say she went off to patrol, needing to release a bit of steam... but not tonight. And, not with a house full of guests and a party going on." Giles shook his head. "It seems our Halloween bad luck may have continued."

"You don't think it's your friend again, do you?"

"Ethan? I don't believe so. I don't think he'll dare showing his face in this town again for awhile."

"Hey," Xander spoke up. "Didn't she mention Spike was back in town?"

Willow's eyes lit up with worry. "She did."

"Yeah, and he didn't seem to honor the demon 'day of rest' last time he was here, either, did he?" Xander said bitterly and started to head back inside. "Where do you think he took her?"

"I can scry for her!" Willow supplied and ran upstairs to get the stuff she would need.

*****

Buffy whimpered and moaned around the still-present gag, bouncing against the mattress as Spike pounded into her roughly. He felt them both nearing their release and worried at her neck without breaking skin.

"You want the Big Bad t' bite you, pet? Bite you good an' hard?" He growled into her ear.

Her eyes got a bit wider for a second and she tried to respond, but gave up on trying to communicate around the gag and nodded. She gripped him tighter with her thighs as well to urge him on. He purred happily at her compliance and nuzzled her neck.

"Goin' t' take care of my mate..." he mumbled into her neck and started to groan louder. He didn't think he could keep from spilling for much longer. His fangs sank easily into her soft neck and her blood spilled into his mouth, sending them both crashing over the edge as he drank deeply.

They were so preoccupied, they didn't notice Xander coming down the ladder and storming towards them with a thunderous look until it was too late. He tore Spike off Buffy and decked him, then turned to release Buffy.

As soon as he got the gag off, she started shrieking at him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?! Who the fuck are you?!"

She kicked at Xander the best she could from her position, making it very hard for him to unchain her. It didn't matter because in the next second, Spike was lunging at Xander and tossing him away from Buffy. Xander stood up shakily and glared between them.

"Buffy, I came to save you from this monster. Why are you fighting me?" He frowned at her, unable to see her wings while she lay on them and thinking her hair was a wig. It was dark down there and difficult for him to see clearly.

"Spike is my mate and if he's a monster, I'd like to hear what that makes me." She growled dangerously and Spike chimed in as well. "Now, I don't know who you are, but you better get out of here before he eats you and I help him." She hissed, eyes flashing.

Xander realized something was definitely wrong here and that it was better that he live to go tell the others. He grunted a "Fine" before scurrying up the ladder to hurry out of the crypt as fast as his mortal legs could carry him. Surely Giles would know what to do about this. Then he could get to work forgetting the scene he had walked in on.


tbc...