Disclaimer: Joss, wonderfulness that he is, he owns these characters, not me.

Author’s note: Thanks and hugs to Bloodytearsoflife for the great beta job!
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Chapter 14 : Setting up House

Buffy walked back to the office space that Spike had designated their bedroom for the duration of their stay here, however long that was going to be.

He looked up from some papers as she walked into the room, dropping clothes as she walked.

“You know this place brings back memories,’ she started.

Spike put down the papers carefully and licked his lips. “You look good enough to eat pet,” he purred walking closer to her rapidly becoming naked body.

“Are you gonna eat me?” she asked sweetly.

“Only if you ask nicely,” he said with a smirk.

Buffy slid her thong down her legs and stepped out of the garment, pushing him down on to the pallet that served as their bed.

“Pretty please?” begged the former slayer, her green eyes drinking in the very sight of him.
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Down the hallway in a dingy office, Willow cringed against the sounds of sex she could hear from the hallway. She had to think of someway to make Buffy see that she didn’t belong with vampires.

Willow rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes, a lone tear trickling down her cheek.
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The sun was setting as Buffy finally woke up from her daytime slumber. Spike was reading those papers again.

“Are those why we had to come back?” she asked yawning.

Spike nodded. “Started researching this when we were here the first time. The Gem of Amara. Makes vamps all indestructible, can take a walk in the park, go to soddin’ church if I wanted to. Wanted it so we could be together in the sunlight, all romantic like.”

“So this gemmy thing, what’s the why now? I’m all vampified. Picnics are out as recreational romance. Daylight wise anyway.”

“Still powerful, pet. Imagine how we could own our own piece of Orange County with it!”

“Delusions of grandeur much?” groaned Buffy, getting up out of the bed and finding her clothes.

“Master Vampire pet, it comes with the title,” he explained off handily.

“Sure it does. So what now?” she asked.

Spike’s gaze reverted to the papers he was holding. “Few more experts to consult, before we find the real location of the bauble. Might as well stay put for the time being. Get us settled in again.”

“With minions?” she asked sorrowfully, making Spike growl at her.

“Yes, with soddin’ minions, Goldilocks. Except this time, you’ll be mistress,” he added with a smirk.

“Well, if I have to,” she deadpanned as she exited the room and headed down the hall to check on Willow.
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Buffy was overwhelmed by the smell coming from Willow’s office space. Unwashed human, raw skin, and ewww.

“Willow?” Buffy inquired as she peered around the corner.

Willow was gnawing at the duct tape around her wrists, having already freed herself from the tape around her ankles.

“I really have to go pee, Buffy!” whimpered Willow.

With a nod, Buffy pulled Willow to her feet and cut the duct tape around the girl’s wrists with her fangs. The only bathroom in the place was off of the one of the front offices.

“We’re staying here for a while,” said Buffy as they treaded down the stairs, just passing on the information.

“Why?” Willow asked feebly.

“Some do-dad that Spike’s looking for. And we are getting minions. So this big place won’t feel so empty.”

“I don’t want to stay here with minions, or even Spike. I wanna go home Buffy.”

“Sorry Wills,” Buffy shrugged, stopping in front of the bathroom.

With a downcast look, Willow entered the bathroom and closed the door. Buffy leaned against the wall next to the door and slid down to the floor, her rear coming in contact with the cold hard cement floor of the warehouse.

“You wanna go get some food?” Buffy asked Willow, raising her voice so that she was sure the witch could hear her through the door.

“Ok,” sniffled Willow. “Do have anymore of my clothes?”

“Ooh! I do! Wait here,” exclaimed Buffy, before taking off towards the main door of the warehouse and the Desoto.

Willow waited a moment until she was sure that Buffy had truly left her alone. Opening the door a crack, Willow scanned the warehouse’s main floor, for movement. Nothing came to her attention. With exaggerated stealth, Willow crept from the bathroom on tip toes her feet taking her in the direction of the loading door.

Willow looked behind her as she walked, making sure that no one was following her. Turning back to look at what seemed like her deliverance, Willow bumped into the black T shirted chest of Buffy’s vampire boyfriend.

“Goin’ somewhere, Red?” he intoned, his voice echoing through the empty space of the warehouse.

“N...no,” stammered the red head, her face whitening at Spike catching her trying to sneak out.

He raised his scarred eyebrow at her like he didn’t believe her.

“Willow!” shouted Buffy from behind her.

Willow turned to see Buffy running up with a bag of what Willow assumed were her clothes.

“Why didn’t you stay in the bathroom?” asked Buffy curious. “Spike wasn’t trying to scare you was he?”

“N...no,” stammered Willow again. “Stretching! I’m stretching my legs. Don’t wanna get all cramped up and...other bad things.”

Buffy pulled the small duffle bag from her shoulder and handed it to her friend.

“I’ll just go back to the bathroom now, and change my clothes,” she murmured turning back towards the room in question.

Buffy watched her friend go back to the bathroom with a critical eye.

“She was trying to run,” Buffy stated rather than asked once the door was shut.

Spike dug into his duster pockets for his cigarettes and lighter. “I’m going out,” he stated flicking the lighter open.

“You’re going out?” she asked sceptically. “And I’m not invited to go with you?” she asked more angry than hurt.

“You’ve got your hands full witch sitting, love.”

“Willow can come too! Where are you going anyway?”

Spike shrugged. “Don’t rightly know yet pet,” he said with a turn and the master vampire strode out of the warehouse.

“Stupid no fun vampire,” Buffy muttered under her breath, fully aware that he heard her.

Buffy’s vampire ears perked up at the hardly audible squeak of the bathroom door and turned to see a Willow clothed in clean clothes walking out of the bathroom.

“You ready for food?” asked Buffy, falsely chipper.
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Buffy looked across the table at her friend who was munching on French fries. She had taken Willow to the diner that she had worked at. The diner itself had changed so much since she had been there in the summer.

Helen wasn’t in tonight and much of the rest of the staff on tonight were new. The booths were new, and there was a new coat of paint on the walls.

“You sure you don’t want any fries?” asked Willow with a full mouth.

Buffy shook her head no. “I’ll get something else later.”

Willow nodded with understanding. There would be a butcher’s run later. “How long do you intend to keep me?” she asked softly.

The question didn’t shock Buffy very much, she was sorta anticipating it. “As long as I need you,” answered the vampire.

“Then I guess I’d better get you ready not to need me,” answered the witch. “I’d like to graduate from high school.”

“Maybe Spike could home school us?” suggested Buffy, suddenly getting an idea.

“Spike? Did he even graduate from school?”

“Actually he’s been to university and everything.”

Willow looked surprised before her face became apprehensive again. “I don’t know about that Buffy, I mean, it’s Spike, he’d probably think it’s funny to teach me something wrong and I’d flunk the equivalency test.”

Buffy laughed for moment before admitting that Spike would probably do that.
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After a side trip to the mall and the butcher’s shop, Buffy and Willow returned to the warehouse with new clothes and blood.

They stepped through the main door of the warehouse to be greeted by the stoic and yet menacing face of a vampire Buffy had never seen before.

“Just who the hell are you?” Buffy snarked.

“Who the hell are you?” asked the vampire. “This building belongs to Master Spike.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. Minions, he had gotten minions when he went out.

“Well obvious, much. Move your ass or I’ll stake it.”

“You know little girl, I was waiting for someone to come along like you. Master Spike won’t mind another fledge, and I wouldn’t mind it if you were mine.”

Buffy looked over at Willow with a disgusted look on her face. “Can he be any more icky?” She turned back to the minion and cringed. Then without warning she popped him one in the nose with one hand before planting a stake in his dead heart with the other.

The dust settled down to the cement on the ground. Buffy grabbed Willow’s hand and proceeded into the warehouse.

“Spike!” she yelled up to the offices on the second floor. “I dusted the moron on the door!”

Spike poked his head out of their bedroom and smiled down at her. “Why did you think I put him there in the first place luv? The pillock was driving me bleedin’ loony since he swore loyalty.”

The other minions scattered around the warehouse floor looked up at the interaction of the two vampires curiously. Spike hadn’t told them anything about Buffy. He wanted her to be able to assert herself as their mistress right away.

Buffy, still holding on to Willow’s hand, travelled up the stairs to the second floor and met with Spike as he walked towards her. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, making Willow look away. It was way too personal.

And it got more personal.

“Mine!” growled Spike as he bit into Buffy’s neck, Buffy doing to the same to him.

Her hand still attached to Buffy’s Willow tried to distance herself from the two vampires drinking from each other. It was more than wigging out her creepy factor.

Buffy licked her lips, as she pulled away from Spike’s neck and looked at Willow.

And Willow didn’t like the look she was getting. Buffy with fangs was scary.

Tenderly, Buffy brushed Willow’s red hair away from her face, and smiled up at her friend. “I’m sorry Wills,” she said softly, softly enough so that she knew the minions wouldn’t hear it.

It was then that Willow knew just what Buffy was going to do next.

Buffy pulled her hair away from her neck and forced her to tilt her head.

Willow let out a squeak of pain as Buffy sank her fangs into her neck, taking a few sips, before licking the mark clean.

“You will be my childe,” Buffy whispered, “and I will be your sire, teach you the ways of our line and add glory to the name Aurelius.”

Willow stepped back from Buffy her hand swiftly clutching her neck. With a smile, Buffy tugged on Willow’s hand towards Willow’s bedroom.
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“You bit me!” Willow faux whispered once the door was closed. She was for the mean time ignoring the fact that the room now had a real bed in it and a bookshelf with a wide selection of books.

“Yes, I bit you. I had to Willow. He got minions! If I didn’t, they would all be trying to eat you, all the time!” explained Buffy.

“What you said...Did you...does that mean you are going to turn me?” asked Willow, her stomach sinking.

“It sorta means that, yes. I don’t plan on it.”

“Is that what Spike did to you? When you were fifteen?”

“Ya, it is.”

“So this means I won’t have minions trying to drain me all the time?” asked Willow, honestly trying to think of how this was a good thing.

“Hopefully.”
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tbc...