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Rebellion by Thianna
 
4 - Wear my Mark
 
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Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.

Chapter 4 - Wear My Mark

Buffy's eyes slowly opened only to find herself in an unfamiliar room. This room was fairly bigger than the one she had been occupying and the furniture was definitely much better. She wiggled her body, finding comfort in soft pillows and satin sheets. "Wait, satin sheets?!" Her mind panicked as she tried to recall the events of the night before. She remembered the Bronze, dancing, then Spike talking to her with his hypnotizing voice, then pushing her to the bed and ... and... Her fingers flew to her neck and she felt the two slowly healing puncture wounds that he had inflicted. She tried to remember anything after that but it seemed blurry.

A strong but cold arm, wrapped around her waist and pulled her. Quickly turning her head around she caught a flash of platinum blond hair followed by strong features and high cheekbones. She relaxed a bit, thankful that at least it was Spike beside her but she couldn't remember anything. What did they do? She peaked under the covers and saw that she was down to her bra and panties. "Okay, at least I'm not naked. But that doesn't mean...", her cheeks warmed at the thought that suddenly invaded her mind.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're pretty wild in bed, pet?" apparently the sleeping figure beside Buffy was actually quite awake and what he just said made her extremely embarrassed. "Next time we do this, I'll have to restrain you. I don't know how many times you kicked me.", he said with a mock groan as he pulled his arm away from her and sat up.

Buffy looked up at him, seeing his curly locks in slight disarray. She liked it, his features much softer now that his hair wasn't styled back. It wouldn't be so bad waking up to him if he looked that yummy every time. Yummy, yummy?! ... Buffy what in the world is wrong with you? One he's a vampire and two he just like took advantage of you!"

Spike looked down at his bed companion and chuckled as he watched the string of emotions evident on her face. He flipped the covers back and stretched his muscles. "Don't worry love. Nothing happened last night. We just talked and then you fell asleep. 'course we could do something about that."

Buffy shook her head in a definite no. But part of her was wondering why she just did that. Not wanting to think about it anymore, she thought about what was in store for her today and her lips quickly fell into a frown. It was the next day and she had to get back before Angelus sent for her. She stood up from the bed, and picked up the black dress she wore last night. She started pulling it up when she heard Spike give out a low growl.

"Don't do that. I mean I'm sure you'd want a shower and mine's a whole lot better than the one they have you using. You can go after me." Then he locked himself in the bathroom before Buffy could even argue.

She sat back on the bed, somewhat dumbfounded.


Soon, the bathroom door unclicked and Spike came out, hair still dripping wet and a towel around his waist. He ran a hand through his hair then shook his head, sending small droplets of water Buffy's way. She pouted slightly and was thinking of something witty to say when she saw him saunder of towards the closet, his thumbs hooked on the towel hanging on his hips.

Buffy hurried towards the bathroom, not sure if she was ready to see him in his birthday suit.

Spike pulled on a pair of his black jeans then headed over to the bedside table for a smoke. He sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard and thought about everything that just happened. It was strange that in less than a day he went from being flogged to stealing away Angelus' precious beautiful little plaything. He looked around the room and what Buffy had said last night came to mind. Nothing of Dru's remained -- her clothes were gone, her dolls all taken to her new room where he knew she now lavished her affections on Angelus. He couldn't help but let out a growl as he stood up and started pacing the room. He accidentally kicked something soft and looked down to see Buffy's little black dress. His thoughts wandered to the night before and smiled at images seeing her with and without the dress on.

The click from the bathroom door brought him back and he turned around to see Buffy emerge from the steam-filled bathroom with a towel wrapped around her lithe figure. She was a vision, like an angel emerging from the clouds.

"I just thought of something when I got out of the shower. I don't have exactly anything here for me to wear here." she said with a small pout. "And I'm not going to walk down the halls in this."

Spike walked over to his closet and pulled a dark blue button down shirt. "You could wear this for now."

"Thanks", she said with a small smile as she strategically put the shirt on first, before removing the towel around her. Just as she finished putting the last button in place, there was a loud knock on the door and Spike let out a low rumble. His vampire senses already revealed to him who was on the other side. It was Angelus. He didn't feel like dealing with him at the moment but knew it was inevitable. Sure enough the Master's impatience got the better of Spike's door, as the door was kicked open.

Angelus stormed in, the demon seemingly out for blood. "You!", he said pointing a figure at Buffy, his anger growing at the realization that she was wearing Spike's shirt. "Why are you still here? I had sent for you. One night slave! That's all I gave you." He rushed towards her, but Spike answered back putting himself between the angry vampire and Buffy. Angelus was enraged at his action, throwing him a punch. Spike just let out a smug grin and pushed him back.

"Come here!" Angelus bellowed and nervously, Buffy took a step forward.

Spike raised his arm stopping Buffy from moving any further. "You don't have to listen to him. Not unless I want you to."

At those words, Angelus' stare grew icier. "What did you do childe?!"

"Something you apparently wasn't man or vampire enough to do."

Angelus wrapped a hand around Spike's throat but Spike continued to look defiant.

"She wears my mark and I think she's more than willing to be here. So unless you feel like going against those rules you hold so highly ..." Spike felt the punch on his stomach before he could finish what he was about to say.

Angelus had moved over to where Buffy was standing, the latter keeping her eyes on the floor. He roughly tilted her head to the side, and sure enough Spike's bite mark stood out proudly against her smooth skin. He growled angrily and slapped her. "Whore!"

Spike rushed to Buffy's side as she fell. His demon came forth and blue eyes turned to an angry yellow.

"Angelus", a feminine voice called from across the room. The Master turned around to see an irritated Darla with her arms crossed across her chest.

"She's mine." Angelus answered his sire with a slight whine.

"She's nothing more than a distraction." Darla responded as she walked towards him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "You don't need her, do you?", she said caressing his back and pressing her hips against his. "Come... you need to hunt. The night is young ... "

Reluctantly, Angelus let Darla lead him out but not without giving Spike another deadly glare to which the younger vampire just rolled his eyes and let out a low growl.
 
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