Part Four







"This is getting old real fast." Spike said, as he chopped off the second of the creature’s arms.



It had one more.



It knocked the Vampire away with its tail and turned once again on Buffy, swiping at her face with its claws, and missing.



"I guess you're big bad number one." Buffy grunted, as she kicked the moss creature in the stomach, causing it to double over before Spike sliced off its' head.



"Hey!" he said, leaning on the sword, pretending to be affronted.



"I didn't mean like that! You know you'll always be my number one evil." she amended crossing to her Sire's side to examine the creature. She was about to bend down to get a closer look at the pentagon shaped necklace that had come off, when Spike had decapitated it, when said Sire yanked her into his arms kissing her passionately.



He was all jacked up from the fight, and he had some idea how to release the tension that seemed to resonate in his crotch.



He rubbed his pelvis against Buffy's causing her to moan throaty as she kissed him back, thrusting her hips up into his. Knocking his feet out from under him she straddled his waist, she ran her hands under his duster, un-tucking his shirts, as his hands fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples through her bra.



Spike unclasped the front of her bra, before reaching up to undo the bow holding the halter-top around her neck. As her breasts spilled free he clamped his cold mouth over her nipple.



She moaned loudly, thrusting her chest into his mouth. His fangs cut gently into her smooth skin, as her blood entered his mouth Spike's hips bucked up and Buffy gasped at the sudden extra surge of lust passing through her.



Spike flipped her on to her back, evading her lips, holding her wrists above her head as he stared down at her.



"What?" She whispered.



He growled down at her, his voice husky as he spoke. "Change."



"I can't." She whimpered, thrusting her hips up under him; seeking friction.



"Huh?" Spike frowned at her.



"I haven't learnt to control it yet...I can't just...do it." Buffy admitted sheepishly.



"Fuck, I'm sorry pet...I should have stayed...showed you how..." He swooped down, capturing her lips once again with his.



She reached down and unzipped his jeans; she pulled out his member, stroking him lightly.



Spike groaned and reached a hand underneath her skirt, ripping away her panties, finding her dripping wet. She moved his cock to her opening....



"Ooooh!" Buffy moaned as she awoke, her face having changed in her sleep.



Yellow eyes searched the bed, her room, for her Sire.



She let out a sharp cry of loss, when she realized it had just been a dream, and buried her face in her pillow, not noticing or simply not caring how her blood tears stained the white linen.



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Spike growled loudly as he awoke, reaching out for the Slayer, only to find that she wasn't there.



"Fuck!"



He picked up a near by candle, the flame barley flickering above the slowly melting wax, and threw it against the wall. He watched as the wax and shards of candle, slid down the wall, crumbling at the floor.



It had been so real.... too real. He realized, he'd heard about it. Hell, he'd experienced it once or twice with Dru. If a Sire and their first Childe were separated for prolonged periods the two Demons tended to share dreams; it was like it was their Demons way of pushing them back together-Both seeking the safety of the other's companionship.



The dreams with Dru had stopped about a year after the chip. He hadn't had one since.



Suddenly he rose from the bed, quickly dressing. He had to find her, talk to her about it...make sure she knew it was okay. If the 'her' in the dream had been anything to go by - she was having trouble.... and as her Sire he had to help her.



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"Shit, Buffy! How did this happen?" Spike asked, as his hands frantically tore at the chains that held her.



"I don't know...they just came out of no-where..." Buffy looked around at the carnage that surrounded them. Hands, legs, spleens...all body-parts imaginable were scattered about them, however, as the Vampires' hearts were still in tact their bodies had yet to dust.... resulting in maximum pain.



"Did you have to go all Rambo on them?"



Spike grinned at her sheepishly, "Sorry, pet. Kinda lost it, huh?" He ran his hand up her leg as he released the links around her ankle. Buffy shivered in response, her body jerking forward into his at the caress.



"Yep!" She squeaked the word, and then scowled at him as she recalled her train of thought. "Were you holding back on me all those years ago?"



"Would I, ducks?" Spike chuckled at her frustration with his evasive answer, his hands unable to resist the temptation of stroking her body as he helped her down.



Buffy looked up at him and smiled, still within the circle of his arms. His thumb was gently caressing the base of her back, where his hand rested.



"Thanks."



Spike nodded, staring at her lips, as his other hand began massaging the back of her neck.



"Spike?"



"I'm sorry you got hurt." He raised a hand to the small cut on her lip.



"I..." Her voice trailed off as his thumb traced her bottom lip.



"I dream about you..."



"I.... dream.... about.... you...too..." Buffy panted, as his cool tongue carefully bathed the cut on her lip.



Buffy groaned as he tugged her lower lips into his mouth, sucking on it gently so as not to break the almost-healed cut.



"I know." Spike murmured, before his lips finally pulled hers in to a full-fledged kiss. His tongue slowly probed her mouth, and he groaned as hers came out to meet it.



Buffy pulled back slightly, "How do you know?"



"It’s a Vampire thing, love."



"Oh…” Buffy allowed herself to be pulled back into the kiss.



"My Demon...*kiss*.... crying out...*nip*.... for your Demon...*suck*..." Spike explained in between kisses, as his hands continued to roam her body.



"Oh." Buffy moaned throatily, as he backed her up against a nearby tombstone, and wrapped her legs around his waist.



"Yeah..." Spike agreed, nuzzling against her lips, as his body rubbed against hers.



"And me for you?" Buffy asked timidly, even as she slid her fingers through his hair.



She couldn’t quite yet separate herself from the demon – the pull, the connection it was still too strong…and quite frankly she was unsure that she ever wanted that distance.



Spike's eyes glazed over at this thought; "Yeah..." He murmured, swirling his tongue around her bottom lip as he tugged her back for another embrace.



A sharp beeping sound cut into their euphoria, causing both to groan loudly at the crappy timing.



Spike pulled back as Buffy hurriedly searched her pockets for her beeper.



"Shit, where are you?" Buffy muttered.



Spike looked around, spotting a small vibrating black cube on the ground. He bent down and plucked the beeper from the ground.



"This it, pet?"



"Thanks." Buffy murmured, flashed across the screen. "I gotta..."



Without another word Buffy sprinted from the cemetery, from the Vampire.... from his arms.



"Well, I'll just go home then..." Spike murmured to himself, watching her fast retreating figure fade into the background. "Not like I could of helped."



With a dejected sigh Spike turned and headed back to his crypt.



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Lurking in the background, unseen, wide yellow eyes were glued to the spectacle in front of them.



As the key players departed, the unknown Vampire turned and rushed home…he’d found something better than blood tonight.



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*I'm a fucking puppy-dog. * Spike thought, annoyed, as he scaled the tree outside Buffy's bedroom. He nimbly crossed to the flat roof outside her room, freezing at the wails that emitted from her mouth.



"Buffy?" He whispered, careful not to startle the girl or alert Joyce with his arrival.



The Slayer seemed unaware of his presence, continuing to sob mournfully. Even now, though weeks had passed since her transformation, her emotions were still in turmoil and she still had trouble keeping them in check.



Spike edged further into the room, finally settling on the bed. Carefully, he reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her cool, wet face.



Buffy still said nothing.



"What happened, love?" He murmured gently, as he moved so that he was face to face with her – his heart pleading for some sort of reaction… anything.



Buffy sniffed and curled up in his arms. "Pizza."



"What?" He frowned, sure he hadn't heard correctly.



"Dawn wanted me to get pizza for her on the way home." Buffy sniffed again.



"Oh." Spike finally caught up- that was the reason behind the beeped message. For a few minutes they continued to lie there, Spike's thumb gently caressing the small of her back. His hand moving in a slow, comforting caress.



His words barely above a whisper Spike finally asked: "Why were you crying?"



"You didn't follow..." Buffy muttered.



"You didn't say anything! You just left!" Spike objected, feeling his previous hurt at being ignored flare up again.



"I thought you'd know I'd want you to come, and you weren't there! I might have needed you."



"But you didn't." Spike tried to calm her down, feeling like he was speaking to a child.... then remembering he was.



Buffy shifted in his embrace, her voice muffled but still Vampire-hear-worthy, "I did."



Spike felt his unbeating heart contract at her soft words, and with gentle fingers tilted her face up to his. "I'm sorry." He carefully brushed his mouth against hers, sighing happily when he felt her moan and relax against him.



For a second time that night, ringing broke through their Moment, shattering their peace.



With an annoyed sigh, to which Spike smiled, Buffy reached over and snagged the telephone off the hook, bringing it back to her ear as she lay back down.



"Hello?" She spoke through a yawn, hoping the person on the other end would get the hint that she was tired and therefore didn't want to talk.



"Hello, Buffy?"



Both bottle blondes froze as they recognized the caller.



"Riley." Buffy clarified flatly.



"Look, Buffy I know this probably isn't the best time to talk but every time I try - you're out."



"I-" Buffy began, frowning as Spike began moving away from her.



"I'm sorry I freaked out on you before...it’s just..."



"I know. It’s okay." Buffy murmured absently, watching as Spike threw his hands up in the air as he began to pace the room.



"You know how I feel about you.... I love you." Riley spoke earnestly.



Spikes' features tightened as he watched Buffy's soften at the soldier’s words.



"I-" Buffy started.



"Fuck this!" Spike muttered, sure he was about to hear her return the declaration, he headed for the window.



"Spike, wait!" Buffy called immediately, dropping the phone to the bed.



"Buffy?! Is Spike there?!" Riley squeaked into the phone.



"Where are you going?" Buffy asked, panicked, grabbing hold of his arm.



He shook her off and climbed out the window. "When you decide what you want, you know where I’ll be."



He growled, watching how it shook her. He knew maybe he was being irrational, that maybe he should give her a chance to explain – to set Captain Cardboard straight.



But he just couldn’t do it.



Too many past romantic hurts had boiled up inside him, fuelling his paranoia.



He didn’t deserve her. He knew this.



And soon she’d realise it too…and then it would start. And he would be all alone.



He knew this, too.



"But-" Before she could even finish her sentence he'd left. "But, I want you." She whispered to the empty air.



Alone, she sank to the floor and cried.



TBC...soon...

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