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Call Of The Wild by PassionFish
Prologue
TimeLine: Set in season five after Spike realises he's in love with Buffy. Dawn has arrived, but there is no Glory, and Joyce is not sick. Post: ‘Out of My Mind’
Summary: Buffy gets a call of the wild that she just can't resist; and who would want to - with Spike on the other end? But life is never going to be all puppy's and roses when you're 'living' in SunnyHell!
Warning: Vamp!Buffy!
Rating: NC-17/A
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Author’s Note: In this A/U world Anya and Tara aren’t about. These are two of my favourite characters, but I actually wrote the middle of this fiction before I wrote the beginning/end of it! And when I started, there was no Tara and Anya in the series! Also, Xander is still living in his parent’s basement, even though the whole gang are in their early twenties.
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Prologue
"No, no, no, no… NO! NO!! NO!!!" He growled as he ran frightened hands over her jerking body. He could hear her heartbeat rapidly slowing as life slipped away from her.
This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't! Frustrated, angry tears slipped unheeded down his cheeks. The world was spinning - this just couldn’t be real. His whole being denied it.
Then everything became clear once more.
"Please don't hate me." He whispered mournfully just before he sank his teeth in to her neck, drawing the last of her blood from her body; uncaring, or unknowing of the chip’s wroth as it fired pulse after pulse or electricity through his fraught brain.
She moaned, shifting in his grasp but was quieted by his the soft purrs emanating from his chest. She was barely conscious as she felt the cool blood slip down her throat.
The damning liquid warming her from the inside.
He lifted her carefully, walking without presence of mind around the gravestones, vowing that there would never be one with her name on it.
Having finally made it to his crypt, he placed her gently on the bed.
He couldn’t have her wake up to darkness, dirt and fear….couldn’t have her relive the memories in her nightmares for all eternity.
Not the way he had.
He sat down, buried his face in his hands and cried.
All he could do now was wait.
TBC...
Summary: Buffy gets a call of the wild that she just can't resist; and who would want to - with Spike on the other end? But life is never going to be all puppy's and roses when you're 'living' in SunnyHell!
Warning: Vamp!Buffy!
Rating: NC-17/A
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Author’s Note: In this A/U world Anya and Tara aren’t about. These are two of my favourite characters, but I actually wrote the middle of this fiction before I wrote the beginning/end of it! And when I started, there was no Tara and Anya in the series! Also, Xander is still living in his parent’s basement, even though the whole gang are in their early twenties.
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Prologue
"No, no, no, no… NO! NO!! NO!!!" He growled as he ran frightened hands over her jerking body. He could hear her heartbeat rapidly slowing as life slipped away from her.
This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't! Frustrated, angry tears slipped unheeded down his cheeks. The world was spinning - this just couldn’t be real. His whole being denied it.
Then everything became clear once more.
"Please don't hate me." He whispered mournfully just before he sank his teeth in to her neck, drawing the last of her blood from her body; uncaring, or unknowing of the chip’s wroth as it fired pulse after pulse or electricity through his fraught brain.
She moaned, shifting in his grasp but was quieted by his the soft purrs emanating from his chest. She was barely conscious as she felt the cool blood slip down her throat.
The damning liquid warming her from the inside.
He lifted her carefully, walking without presence of mind around the gravestones, vowing that there would never be one with her name on it.
Having finally made it to his crypt, he placed her gently on the bed.
He couldn’t have her wake up to darkness, dirt and fear….couldn’t have her relive the memories in her nightmares for all eternity.
Not the way he had.
He sat down, buried his face in his hands and cried.
All he could do now was wait.
TBC...
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