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Forever and a Day by Lilachigh
 
Chp 9 Vampire blood
 
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Forever and a Day by Lilachigh


Chp 9 Vampire blood


The world felt cold and dark and very big. It hurt to open her eyes and she was scared of what she would see if she did. There was the sensation of falling, head over heels, down a deep, dark well, into icy black, getting smaller and smaller…

“Drink, Buffy! Drink, Slayer. Come on; drink, for God’s sake. Fight it, pet. Don’t let it take you away from me.”

She could hear the voice; it was scared, too, desperate, terrified. There was something cold pressing hard against her mouth. She struggled to get away, find Mommy, tell her the bad man had her and wanted her to do things -

“Drink, Buffy! Trust me, damn you. Just drink.” The man was roaring in her ears now and she hated being told off, hated it when her mom and dad yelled at each other. Why was he yelling? Had she been naughty? She didn’t remember, but her dad often said she’d done things she knew she couldn’t have done because she was only a little girl…

There was cold flesh against her mouth, forcing her lips apart. Someone was pinching her nose so she had to open her mouth to breath and liquid filled her mouth and she gagged, then swallowed, again and again. The pinching stopped but she couldn’t stop drinking. Whatever it was was cold and smooth and thick and salty.

Slowly the falling sensation stopped and she felt the world swirl and solidify around her. Her eyes flickered open and her vision was filled with Spike’s face, twisted and drawn in terror and despair.

She gasped and struggled for breath and with a jolt he removed his bare arm from across her mouth. As she blinked herself conscious, she realised there was a deep cut across the inside of his forearm and blood was still trickling from it, dripping from the ends of his fingers.

“What – Spike – god, what have you done?”

For answer he pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight, rocking her backwards and forwards. She could feel him trembling, trying to gain control. At last he slackened his grasp a little and she sat up straighter and glanced around.

The passage had ended in a small cave. To one side a jumble of boulders and rocks let in enough light to show they led to the outside world. A bitter wind howled through the gaps and even as Buffy watched, snow sifted in through the cracks.

She turned Spike’s arm over and, without thinking twice, licked at the blood that oozed now from the cut.

“Don’t!”

She looked up at him and whispered, “I don’t expect a couple of licks is going to harm me now, Spike. Am I – did you have to -?”

His voice was horrified. “I didn’t turn you. Surely you know I wouldn’t do that – unless…. But you had to have my blood. It was all I could think of to bring you back.”

“The Plague?” She shuddered.

The vampire nodded. “I’ve seen some creepy things in all my years, sweetheart, but that was weird. You were unconscious and getting younger and younger by the minute. You were shrinking, Buffy, getting smaller, but you were still you.”

“I could feel myself falling away,” she muttered. “Gross! You brought me back.” She stared into his eyes, all the love they shared clear for both of them to see. There was no need, she realised, to say thank you. They were long past the need for those sorts of words. “So why didn’t I revert completely to being a child?”

Spike shrugged and wrapped his leather coat round her shoulders to fight off the icy wind blowing into the cave. He knew he was fussing, but it was something to do with his hands. He was trying to be matter of fact about the whole plague thing, but knew that watching the woman he loved reverting to childhood had been the most frightening thing he’d ever experienced in his undead life.

For a few seconds he’d been unable to think, frozen, just standing watching her. What had made him think of making her drink his blood? Some memory - hers had once saved Angel. Could his save her? But Slayer to vamp, that would give strength, vamp to Slayer - he had no idea.

“Slayer blood, I reckon. Slowed down the process. Gave me time to think. It wasn’t touching me, whatever it was, so I reckoned if I could get you to drink a couple of mouthfuls of whatever runs in my vampire veins, perhaps it would sodding well help. And it did. But I don’t mind admitting it, luv, I was scared rotten. I thought I’d lost you. I could see you becoming a child and I had no idea what to do if you did.”

“It happened so fast,” she said. “No warning, just felt ill. Then, wham! ” She started to ask what other effects he thought his blood would have on her, then changed her mind. Whatever happened, she was alive and herself. She would cope with anything else when she had to.

Suddenly she clutched at his arm. “Spike, do you reckon the same thing has happened to Giles and Willow?”

“No idea, pet. I don’t reckon they’d have any natural immunity, but I’m banking on Red coming up with some mojo of her own to ward it off.”

“If she has time,” Buffy said desperately. “Will they guess what’s happening to them? Spike, I don’t think I could bear to meet a ten-year-old Rupert Giles! I’d freak.”

“Face that when we have to,” Spike said, pulling down his shirtsleeve to hide the cut that was already starting to scab over. “Luckily, there’s no sign of the Bugsy Malone crowd following us. I reckon Jack and Mandy have put them off our track. Getting out of here is going to be half the battle. Still snowing.”

“I must find Willow. I need to know how to fight this thing. I haven’t got a clue at the moment. Geez, how do I fight something I can’t see or hear? Even the First fought through humans and the uber vamps. This thing is just mist.”

“But it’s not alive. We would sense it if it was. It’s just mist that carries the plague. So someone, something, is making it. Right?”

“When did you become the logic king?” Buffy smiled. “But you’re right. So, okay, we’ll find it, stop it and kill it.”

“That’s my girl!”

Buffy started to reply with a quick remark, then stopped, the words dying on her lips. Yes, she was his girl. There was no denying that now. But it was all so fragile. The last few hours had proved that. In seconds everything could be ripped away from them again. This time Spike could have lost her for good. Or been left with an eight year old little me, she thought suddenly. She shuddered. Perhaps turning would have been the better option.

Spike stood up, took a step towards the entrance, swayed and sat down again abruptly.

“Idiot!” Buffy snapped. “You’ve lost a lot of blood. I should know. It’s all in my stomach. I feel as if I’ll never need to eat again.”

Spike growled. “Five minutes and then I’ll move those boulders and we can see where we are.” He wrapped his arms round her and drew her close. He bent his head to kiss her, then stopped when he saw her expression. “Why the big frown, pet? We’ve faced end of the world before and come out smiling. And now we’ve got all the slayerettes on our side.”

“This is different, Spike. Oh the girls can fight demons and vampires. I’ve got no doubt about that. But this? Just think about it. What would you have done if I’d reverted to a child? Killed me? Adopted me? What do children think when their parents appear in front of them the same age as them? People will go mad. Geez, I said it myself. OK, I was half joking about a mini Giles, but when I think about it carefully, I simply don’t think I could cope. I freaked when he became a demon for a day. But a little boy!”

“We’ve both killed people we know and love when they’ve been turned.

“But these children aren’t demons! They’re ordinary people who’ve become children. Innocents. Is that what I’ve got to do? I couldn’t call it slaying. If I kill just one, it will be murder.”

They sat in silence for a while, his hand stroking her hair, her arms wrapped round his waist. Then, “But it’s not just the killing innocents bit, is it, pet? This is me you’re talking to, remember? You’ve got your ‘I’m all alone,’ face on. I didn’t think I’d see that again – not after – ”

Buffy’s arms tightened again and Spike winced, knowing that an ordinary guy would have had cracked ribs by now.

“Part of me is giving thanks every minute of every day that I’ve got you back. I know I’ll never be alone again – while we’re together. But just one second could smash us apart again.”

“Every couple thinks like that, pet.”

“But we’ve never had a chance to be a couple!” Buffy said. “I want us to be – ”

“If you say normal, as weak as I feel, I will put you over my knee and spank your arse, Slayer! You are not normal. I am not normal. We are never going to have a normal life. Get over it!”

Buffy giggled. “I was going to say happy, but hey, your plan sounds like fun!”

Spike growled. “Great, you’re up for fun and games and I’m still recovering. Guess my blood has perked you up a little bit too much. Listen, pet. We may have one day together, one day or one year. Who knows? And if the worst happens and one of us is left, then I can’t even begin to think of how the other will cope. But listen, Slayer, even with the thought of that pain to come, I wouldn’t swop one second of being with you now.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but his lips and tongue stopped her. The kiss was long and languid to begin with, then the passion ignited into a blaze that refused to be denied.

Buffy rolled over on top of him as he tugged down her jeans and she gasped as the freezing wind hit her backside. Then the heat at her centre overwhelmed her and she moaned as she lowered herself down onto his shaft and heard the breath hissing past his teeth as steel was sheathed in hot velvet. She moved slowly up and down, holding herself off him by the strength in her arms. She wanted to look into his eyes as they made love, she pulled back when he raised his head, seeking her lips and watched the smile creep across his mouth as he realised what she was doing.

The rhythm grew faster and faster, she was grinding herself against his pubic bone, glorying in the sensations he was causing her, and her gaze never left his for a second. She saw the moment when his pupils dilated, when his climax hit him: she felt his cock growing larger and larger until she was sure she would split in two, then with a final thrust, he found the spot inside her that only he could ever touch and she felt her leg muscles spasm, her boots digging into the rock floor and the burning walls surrounding his cold prick and cum tightened and tightened as one of his hands gave her butt a stinging slap and the fingers on the other found her clit and with a few clever strokes gave her a climax that sent her spiralling upwards in her mind as the world went black around her.

She was aching again when she floated back to reality, but this time it was a good ache in all the right places. She was wrapped tightly in Spike’s arms, and grinned as she realised he still had both his hands on her butt. She wasn’t sure whether he was about to spank her again or just protecting her naked flesh from the cold air.

“Wind’s dropped, pet,” he murmured, kissing her. “We need to get out of here while we can.”

Buffy pulled up her jeans. “So romantic,” she grumbled. “One day I’m going to insist we go away on a proper holiday. Lie around all day, do nothing.”

“Nothing?” The scarred eyebrow rose suggestively as he rolled over and got to his feet.

“Nothing!” she said firmly. “Just exist. Make love and not have to rush and get dressed because the next great evil thing is glooping towards us.”

“Glooping?” Spike grinned and shook his head. What his girl could do to the English language never failed to fascinate him. He prowled over to the heap of stones and boulders that filled the exit and began to heave them out of the way.

He kicked out at a stubborn rock that refused to budge and then as it fell outwards, he turned, startled and stared at Buffy. She froze. There had been no mistaking that sound. The rock had fallen into water.

The peered out through the gap Spike had made and Buffy felt her stomach churn. Snow was blowing in straight from the sea. There was nothing in front of her but the ocean and, even as she watched, waves driven by the wind began to lap at the entrance and slide persistently into the cave around their feet.


To be continued












 
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