Chapter Two

AN: Keep reading and your questions will be answered *waves hand all mystic like* hehe and big thank you to Thianna for betaing.


Buffy gasped for breath as she ran through the cemetery, the cold air stinging her face but that was the least of her worries. Her eyes scanned the area in front of her and she paused to glance behind her, but didn’t see any sign of her pursuer. Maybe she had gotten lucky and he had given up? Probably not.

She turned back around and gave a shriek as a figure dropped down in front of her from the roof of the nearby crypt.

“Miss me, pet?” William leered at her, tongue curling behind his teeth.

“Yes, but luckily my aim is improving,” she ground out and lunged forward, spinning with a high kick to his head.

With that, they resumed their dance of flying fists and feet. She landed a punch to his gut and he backhanded her face, making her wince as her teeth rattled. She dropped and swept his legs out from under him so that he landed hard on his back. He gave a grunt then rolled over to grab her legs to pull her down with him. She fell with a yelp and went to roll away, but he followed and ended up on top of her.

“Mmm, I’ve been dreamin’ of havin’ you in just this position,” he smirked as he pinned her arms above her head. “An’ a few others... like bent over a headstone, or pressed against a wall...”

“Ew!” she screwed up her face and tried to buck him off. “You’re such a pig!”

“Oink oink,” he chuckled and pressed her body down with his, rubbing his hips suggestively into hers, “You know you want this, Slayer.”

“Not with you!”

“Now, you know you can’ lie t’ me. I can smell otherwise,” he said and illustrated his point by dipping his head towards her then inhaling deeply.

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What am I doing back in Sunnyhell? Spike wondered for the millionth time as his DeSoto roared down Main Street and nearly took out some pedestrians as it skipped the curb when he turned a corner. He snorted, Where else do I have to go now that my dark princess has turned me out for good?

Drusilla had been willing to go back to their old games for awhile, sharing nights of bloody massacres with him in South America. Then she had seemingly become bored with him yet again and he suspected she had gone back to slipping off with other demons behind his back. He tried to ignore it, as long she came back to him every night. But that changed, too, when she started attacking him and raving about the sunshine swallowing him up and having two faces.

So he had gone away, hoping to let her calm down again before returning to her pale arms. That had been the plan. But, then the dreams had started. Dreams of her, that damned Slayer. Just the fact that he was having dreams of the slayer was bad enough, but that he wasn’t tearing into her neck and punishing her for everything she had done to him was what made it a hundred times more alarming.

He growled as he crashed the DeSoto through the side of the warehouse, spinning to a stop in the center of the empty space. He got out and looked around, shaking his head and starting for the large hole he left in the wall. Looked like a good place to park it while he went looking for the Slayer. He had business to settle with her and then maybe the bloody dreams would stop.

Just thinking about them brought flashbacks and he groaned, putting his hand to his head.

*FLASH*

His tongue stroked her heated flesh, catching the beads of sweat that appeared between her pert little breasts. Her breath caught in her throat and she tilted her head back. His hands skimmed up her body to squeeze her breasts roughly.

*FLASH*

His head tossed back while his hand went to tangle in her blonde hair where she knelt in front of him. Her mouth swallowed his cock and his knees trembled with the effort to keep him upright. She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked on him, her fingers dancing up his thighs and over his tightening sac.

*FLASH*

She was panting beneath him as he thrust into her hard and fast, her hands grasping at the headboard above her. His head dipped to catch one of the bouncing rosy peaks in his mouth, drawing on it and grazing it with his teeth. His hand slid over her abdomen and down to where they were joined, pinching and twisting her little bud so that she was screaming in pleasure as her first orgasm washed over her.

*FLASH*

Her back arched, thrusting her breasts out towards him. He knelt on the bed with her straddling his thighs, bouncing up and down on his shaft. His hands grasped at her hips with bruising force as he felt them both reaching their climax. His beast roared and he was unable to curb it as he felt his face shift before burying his fangs in her exposed throat.

He drank greedily as she screamed out another orgasm then lifted his head, grunting and spilling his seed in her. He licked the blood off his lips, savouring its divine taste.

“Mine,” he purred then captured her mouth for a heated kiss.

When he broke the kiss and lifted his face, he started at the sight of himself sitting on the other side of the bed watching them. His double was naked and unmistakably aroused as he crawled towards the still entwined couple.

“Bloody hell, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he smirked at the flabbergasted Spike then bent his head to kiss Buffy’s shoulder, sliding his arm around her waist.

And that’s when Spike always woke up with a start, soaked in sweat and gasping for unneeded breath. If he still had a pulse he was sure his heart would be beating out of his chest after these dreams. Who would be so cruel as to curse him with such nightmares?

One thing was for sure, though, he was going to find that troublesome Slayer and do something about this. Either shag her senseless or tear her throat out. Maybe both. He would see what he felt like when he found her and had her trembling body underneath him.

He headed for the nearest cemetery, figuring it was early in the night and being the Slayer she would most likely be patrolling. So, it was the best place to start his search for the brat. He made it through that cemetery, not sensing her but catching a faint whiff of her scent. He growled in dismay when the scent combined with the dreams fresh on his mind caused Spike Jr. to stir in anticipation.

He moved onto the next cemetery and her scent got stronger, so he hurried along as he followed it to its source. His senses told him he was close and he crouched behind some bushes to watch as she fought, sensing another vampire around and assuming the Slayer was doing her slaying gig. What he saw made his blood boil and he didn’t give himself time to assess the situation before diving over the bushes with a roar.

William was ripped away from Buffy and thrown into the side of a tomb with bone breaking force. Spike lunged after him and reached him just as William rose to meet his attacker.

They both froze a few feet away from each other, catching sight of their opponent for the first time. Buffy sat up with her hands braced on the ground behind her, taking a moment to gather why one second she was being molested by the bleached pervert and the next second there was cold air above her. Her eyes widened and she shook her head, thinking maybe Spike had hit her harder than she thought because she had double vision. But, if that was the case they would be wearing the same thing and facing the same direction.

“Oh my god...” she took a trembling breath and stood on shaking legs, reaching out to brace herself with a hand on the tree beside her.

At the sound of her voice, both vampires snapped out of their stupor to turn towards her at the same time. The faces with the same dumbstruck expression alarmed her even more and she caught her lip between her teeth, wondering if this would be a good time to run for it. This just could not be a good thing. Two Spikes? There had to be some sort of law against this. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t natural.

“Great, now you’ve scared her,” William swung back around to glare at Spike.

“Oh, I scared her?” Spike raged at his double incredulously, “An’ your molestin’ her like a right lecherous bastard, didn’?”

“She enjoyed that; couldn’ you smell the arousal comin’ off the bird?”

“Hey!” Buffy cried indignantly and stopped her retreat to glare at them.

William turned to smirk at her, while Spike was having quite the opposite reaction. A growl erupted from low in his throat and his face shifted before he launched himself at his doppelganger, bringing them both to the ground with a grunt. They rolled around like drunken frat guys, throwing wild punches and tearing at each other with their fangs.

Spike didn’t fully understand why he was so furious with this guy. Beyond the obvious anger at seeing someone playing at being him, why was he mad at this guy for putting the moves on the Slayer? Seriously, why should he care as long as the guy wasn’t doing it as him? Stupid bloody dreams! They were to blame for this, giving him a raging boner for the annoying bint and making him act like some jealous lover. As soon as he got this straightened out about this imposter, he would be back to getting the bitch to tell him why he was having these dreams, not for once thinking they were both related.

Buffy watched them, thinking that it would probably be better if she just let them dust each other and make her job easier. She sighed, her curiosity winning out because she just desperately needed to know what the hell was going on here.

So rolling her eyes at both herself and the antics of the immature vamps, she stomped towards the duo on the ground and delivered a swift kick that caught them both in the side. Both were so startled that they stopped to look up at her. She caught them both by the arm and dragged them to their feet, holding them apart firmly and giving them both her Stern Buffy face.

“Okay, someone better get with the explaining like fast before I bathe your balls in holy water!” she ground out.

Both got matching grins as they considered making some perverted comment about her touching their balls, then both obviously decided against testing her resolve to actually do it. Spike looked over at William, obviously just as confused about what was up as Buffy was.

William swallowed and looked between them before regaining his cocky composure. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, taking a long drag to procrastinate for a moment while he decided how to put it in a way that wouldn’t get him staked. Hopefully, he could at least get them to send him back instead. At least one of them was a bloody white hat; she had to feel it was right to send him back instead of dusting him.

“Well, the thing is...” he shifted and took another drag, “Remember back t’ nearly a year ago when there were two of your Redheaded friend? Well, Red wasn’ the only one brought from the other dimension... but this ugly ponce wasn’ around so no one noticed an’ I took advantage of that, playin’ along when you people called me Spike.”

Spike was growling angrily, imagining all the tortures he would like to heap upon this wanker before dusting him. The slayer was staring at William in shock, though, thinking back over the past several months with her knew knowledge of what had been happening.

“So your name isn’t even Spike?” she tried to process that bit first, brain still working overtime.

“Don’ know why I go by that here, but my name’s William,” he crossed his arms and let the little white stick dangle from his lips.

“Oh oh... okay, you still go by William the Bloody in your dimension,” she said absently, remembering the lectures from Giles and Angel she had received when Spike had first shown up in Sunnydale. She paced away from them, not able to look at the duplicate vamps, “I... I really have no idea what to make of this...”

“I say we dust the wanker an’ you won’ have anythin’ t’ deal with,” Spike sucked in his cheeks and glared at William. “Don’ rightly appreciate someone playin’ at bein’ me.”

“I am you!” William shot back, giving Spike a clearly ‘duh’ look. “An’ you’re only pissed ‘cause you’re jealous of me getting’ her all hot an’ bothered. You can’ fool yourself, mate. You wish you had been the one that had been on top of her, with your cock precious inches from her hot-“

Buffy growled and dropped the branch she had used to clock William with, his little speech having angered her until she saw red. It wasn’t just the crude way he spoke of her, because she was used to that from both Spikes. It was hurt she felt, too, when he had revealed his little charade for some reason. She shoved that aside, figuring that anyone would be hurt after finding out someone lied to them repeatedly. With a look in Spike’s direction that challenged him to stop her, she turned to run from the cemetery.


tbc...