Chapter 9 - Bigger And Better Vampires
Buffy stared at the pages Willow handed her. “DNA Enhancement Program for He – ma – to – pha - gous Non-Reproductive Beings. I saw that written on a notebook in Professor Walsh’s office. She showed the cover of the notebook to me, but she wouldn’t let me see what was inside. What does it mean?”
Spike paced back and forth in Buffy’s tiny dorm room.
Buffy wished he would stop and sit next to her on the bed. She wished she could use the zapper machine to make him stop, but he’d taken it away from her.
“I’m not exactly sure,” Willow said. “Hematophagous means blood consuming. I think it’s government speak for vampires. The DNA part means they want to improve the genetic characteristics of vamps. Make bigger and better vampires.”
“We knew the program involved Spike because he’s a vampire. What’s the big?” Buffy thought her friend had gone overboard with the researching. She hoped Willow’s snooping wouldn’t mess up her grade with Professor Walsh, especially after all she’d put up with from Spike for the past two days.
Willow hesitated. She held another package of papers she hadn’t shown Buffy yet. She did not want to have this conversation with Buffy while Spike was in the room. “Spike, it’s dark. Could you go outside and smoke a cigarette or lurk or something for a minute? Buffy and I need to have a girl talk.”
The prospect of lurking at the entrance of the women’s dormitory was attractive, but Spike did not intend to leave until he found out what the government was up to messing around with his chip and the Slayer. “Bloody hell, no. This involves me as much as the Slayer, here.”
“Go ahead, Willow. Spike should know, too.” Buffy glanced at Spike. He’d been as nervous as a cat all day. She’d zapped him twice. She’d considered zapping him a third time right before Willow arrived. That was when Spike took the box away from her and tricked her into having sex. Again.
Willow felt positively green. If there was one subject she didn’t like to discuss, this was it. That went double for talking about it in front of boys. “Buffy, uh, when did you have your last period?”
Buffy blinked her eyes in surprise. What did this bio-fact have to do with anything?
“What do you want to know for? A couple of weeks ago, I guess,” Buffy did not like the revolting turn this conversation was taking. She was sorry she hadn’t sent Spike out of the room. Now this interesting subject had come up, there was no chance she could get him to leave. “What difference does it make? It’s not like Spike can get me pregnant.”
Buffy did not like the blank look on Willow’s face. She did not like the fact Willow was not denying Spike could get her pregnant.
Spike was silent during this conversation. Buffy frequently complained about his inability to shut up for more than five minutes and zapped him several times to get him to stop talking. With one question, Willow discovered a subject he didn’t want to talk about.
Willow didn’t answer Buffy’s question. She wanted to work her way up to the bad news. She wanted to ease into the subject so Buffy wouldn’t get too excited, which, considering what her condition might be, was not a good idea.
“The box was designed to give Spike a zap so it could be used for positive reinforcement, like Professor Walsh said, but it also does other things.”
“Like?” Buffy said. Buffy wished Willow would get to the point.
“Whenever you give Spike a zap, the box does something to you, too. It makes you want to have sex with Spike after you give him the zap. Right after.” Willow fanned her fingers out to show this wasn’t her idea.
“Oh,” Buffy said. “Oh!”
This was terrible. All those times she threw herself at Spike, she’d been telling herself she wanted to have sex with him, a little, and he was tricking her into it or thralling her or something. It turned out he hadn’t been doing anything, other than giving her the most mind-blowing sexual experiences of her life.
She sneaked a look at him. His face showed no emotion. Didn’t he want to have sex with her all those times? He did nothing to make his feelings clear on the whole sex-wanting issue.
Spike was smoking again, like she’d told him about fifty times not to do in her room. She almost grabbed the box to give him a zap, but remembered in time. Not going there. Not zapping Spike with the box. Let him smoke. She almost wished she smoked at this moment.
Willow cleared her throat. “There’s more, Buffy. The thing with Spike’s hand and his whole body warming up. I think they’re turning on Spike’s …, the control box is making his sperm viable.”
Buffy frowned. “What do you mean, viable?”
“Alive,” Willow said. “You know, swimming around … places.”
Buffy felt herself panic in a way she’d never panicked when facing the biggest and meanest of vampires.
How did Spike’s sperm – his non-swimmy vampire sperm - which were supposed to be dead and everyone always promised her were dead - come into this? Why couldn’t Willow say whatever she had to say in plain English?
“She means, pet, the government is using me to get you preggers.” Spike said.
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