Part Five







Buffy's eyes bugged at the horrific sight in front of her.



It was scary.



It was huge.



It was daunting.



*Okay, I'm the Slayer...I can do this, right? *



With a determined nod of her head and with a pen in her hand, Buffy stepped up to the notice board and signed her name up for her first night class: Art.



*Paintings fun, right? *



Buffy scanned the notice boards as she thought about the last few days. It had been Joyce who had suggested that she sign up for night classes. Buffy had been complaining that she was getting restless...and even went as far at one point as to mention that she missed school. Night classes seemed the perfect thing - short classes; good timetable; easy access. Not to mention the fact that she could go straight to patrol afterwards.



Okay, next class....



Buffy scanned the list again, and another course immediately popped out: Self Defense.



Fine, so she didn't really need it. But, rule of college thumb - always choose one easy class, right? Anyway...fighting good. Even if it meant major control...she needed the practice!



Number three....



Well, didn't her bio teacher once say she had the potential to do well...



But then didn't Wills once say that it was like learning a new language - and Buffy and languages are non-mixy!



*Okay, that'll be a maybe.... *



"Come on number thr-"



"Buffy?"



Buffy almost dropped her pen at the unexpected intrusion.



"Uh, Riley...hey!" She smiled unenthusiastically.



"I...I tried to ring back but Joyce said you were out. I think we had a bad line before...” He looked to her for reassurance.



"Yeah, Mom said you rang...I-I've been busy...uh, signing up for, um courses!" Buffy quickly moved the subject off anything veering towards Spike.



"Yeah, have you chosen anything?" Riley smiled at her.



"Um, not really...I was thinking art...” Buffy smiled, relaxing a bit.



"Well, that’s good, you know resuming your human life." Riley grinned at her, reaching out to tuck a stray tendril of her hair behind her ear.



"Most people would just say 'life'...” Buffy muttered, feeling anger welling up in her.



"But you are, right...you know...” He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "...No more Vampire stuff, right..."



Buffy saw red, moving back a step or two in case she hit him...or worse. "No, Riley. That’s not right. It’s never gonna be right...” Buffy practically growled the words.



"Buffy wait, I just meant-” He hastily tried to backtrack.



Buffy glared at him harshly. "No, I get what you meant-"



Riley caught her hands, gazing solemnly into her eyes. "No, you don't. I want you to be happy. Buffy, I don't want to argue..."



"Too late." Buffy muttered, but felt the fight go out of her at the kindness in his voice.



"I just wanna be friends."



Buffy looked up into his hopeful eyes and smiled softly back. "Me too."



---



Buffy waved a last good-bye to Riley after declining his fourth offer to help her patrol or walk her home. She'd had a nice thirty minutes with him. Whilst she didn't feel the same way as him; she felt like they'd moved on; and hey, maybe she'd end up with a good friend after all. Maybe this break-up didn't have to end in heartache and world-endage...



Buffy was broken from her reverie as she was crushed to the wall by an angry Vampire. She moved to throw him off but was stunted by an angry growl that seemed to reverberate around the alleyway. She felt as if her whole body had been frozen in mid-attack.



She looked up to meet furious amber eyes, "Spike! What the hell is your problem?"



"I saw you with him. Laughing, touching him. I told you last night...” Spike growled the words out, unable to control his anger...his jealousy...or his human features.



"You left me last night!" Buffy screeched, wriggling in his grasp.



"So you just hop back on to whoever comes along?"



"Oh my GOD! Is that what this is about?" Buffy growled. "I was having coffee with a friend...not that its of any interest to you, I-"



"You belong to me." He growled, tightening his fingers around her wrists.



"No. I. DON'T!" Buffy felt her face ripple uncontrollably as her anger over-came her.



Without a word Spike smashed his lips down on hers, grinding into her. Buffy growled as she pressed up against his body, reveling in both her reaction to him and his to her. His hands released her wrists as they began to move down her body. Buffy's hands shot to his face, holding his mouth against hers as their tongues battled furiously.



Spike's hands gripped the back of her thighs and pulled her up. Her mouth remained glued to his as her legs wrapped around his waist. Buffy moaned loudly as he thrust his hips into hers, panting heavily into his mouth as his hands slid under her short skirt; grasping her ass.



The older Vampire growled loudly as the Slayer bit down gently on his lower lip, sucking the droplets of blood that seeped from it. Buffy shivered violently as she felt an orgasm rush through her body and she cried out in to his mouth.



"Wah...wha...what was that?" She breathed as he continued to grind against her, his lips brushing against her moving ones with every dry thrust.



Spike grinned at her. "Sire's blood, love. Another...aphrodisiac...” He explained between kisses.



Buffy pulled away and smiled coyly at him, "What about Childe's blood?"



His eyes glazed over at the thought. "Bloody amazing too..."



"And, Slayer-Childe's blood?" She brushed her lips against his, reaching down to squeeze the bulge in the front of his pants.



"Uugghh..."



Buffy's amber eyes smirked into his at his eloquent response. "Wanna taste, baby?"



"Fuck, yeah...” His eyes flashed with lust.



Buffy brushed her lips against his, "'m all yours..."



With a vicious growl that her words encouraged Spike sunk his fangs into her exposed neck. Buffy screamed as she came again, gasping and grinding against him as he continued to suck sensuously at her neck.



"You. Are. Mine." He growled at her, when he finally retracted his fangs. "My Slayer. My Childe. Soul or not: you belong to me."



Buffy whimpered, practically coming again at his words alone.



"Say it." Spike growled at her.



"Yours." Buffy panted, moaning as he brushed his lips against hers. "I'm yours.”



---



Riley couldn’t move.



Couldn’t breathe.



Couldn’t speak.



Couldn’t think.



It couldn’t be happening – so why should anything else?



How could this be happening?



It was right – wasn’t correct. Wasn’t Christian. Wasn’t proper.



NO!



He shook his head, his eyes tightly squeezed shut as he denied the view with all his being.



That…thing’s hands were all over her…touching her, caressing her…kissing her…



No, no, no, no, NO!!!



He moaned in pain…they didn’t even notice him



So involved with each other, their enhanced senses did not pick up on his presence, even though he was only a few yards away.



Their drink had gone so well…they were so comfortable…it had been so easy to forget what she was…and what she wasn’t.



But just as he was about to get in his car he’d remembered that he forgotten to leave a tip, and had doubled back.



As he had left the café he’d heard the sounds of a struggle – a trash can tumbling to the ground, the sound of voices…



She was meant to be pure…meant to be souled…meant to be his.



That was it.



She wasn’t.



Wasn’t his.



Wasn’t pure.



Couldn’t be souled.



Not souled.



Not pure.



Not human.



A hostile.



A threat.



Threat.



And must be dealt with as such.



---



Two hours later…





"Something has to be done."



"I thought we had your assurance, Mr. Finn, that the Slayer was, uh...soulful? And consequently not a threat." A thick Southern accent drawled from it’s seated position behind a large metal table.



"Times change. He's changed her." Riley muttered to himself, before picking up his original line of thought, and his tone of voice resumed it’s more formal levels. "The threat has to be eliminated. I apologize for the lack of vigilance on my part but it was unforeseeable. It has her family and friends fooled."



"Don't worry, Mr. Finn. A plan has been set in motion. Sunnydale will be Slayer-free within a week, I assure you."



"And Hostile Seventeen?"



"The Initiative does not like to leave loose ends...loose. Lets leave it at that."



Riley smiled, saluting correctly then turned and exited the 'new' initiative, glad that he’d never told Buffy about their re-instatement.







A/N: TBC soon...

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