Chapter Eight – Of Possession, Of Blood, Of Pain



Her back arched, her body reaching, yearning, pleading to meet with his. Her mouth was open, the scream sounding from her throat was soundless. There were no words, no explanation that could convey the emotions that were crashing through her.

It had been hours, days…weeks…

They had no concept of time. There was no time for later. Just now. This moment. This second.

This feeling.

This marvellous, ever-lasting euphoric feeling.

She was no longer Buffy, no longer a Slayer trapped inside a Vampire’s shell….

…. No longer a girl trapped within a power so strong it threatened to consume her…

No.

She was a demon. Proud in her status. Comfortable in her own skin…

I watched you change…

And tonight, she was taking a Mate.

She watched as her lover crawled up her body, his ivory fangs dripping with the blood they summoned as they scraped against her skin…

For every incision they made, his tongue twirled and swirled around the cut – ancient symbols carved and drawn that were long forgotten by the few men whose minds were ever graced with the knowledge of the power they possessed.

A change…

His voice was hardly above a whisper, and Buffy could barely make out the words that were rumbling in his throat.

But the power…

The magic within them, that spoke from the very root of his being… It was all consuming.

I watched a change... in you…

She could feel it thrumming through her: twisting, turning, crying out inside her mind – begging for release.

But release could not be found.

Not yet.

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Earlier…



She was screaming.

It hurt his ears. Carved at his very non-soul...

But he knew there was nothing more he could do to ease her pain. This was the way it had to be.

The way it had always been.

These ceremonies were never easy.

Her wrists were now shackled to the bed, the skin rubbed raw from where she had tried to escape to reach for him. He wanted to let her go, to have her hold him too – but he knew this was not what the ceremony called for.

It wanted pain.

I watched you change…

Possession.

Blood.

Like you never…

And they bled. Both of them.

Suddenly, when they thought they could bare the pain no more, when not even the strongest of couples could have thought this union worth it…everything just….

Stopped.

They arched up towards each other, their bodies barely touching as identical roars escaped their lips. Their faces mutated from that of their Vampiric ones to their demonic ones. Their eyes glowed a crimson red, their brows arched in identical spikes.

Outside, thunder rumbled and lightning struck the ground. The heavens above them opened and roared.

This was one place they were never coming back from…

Give you the blood….

Their fate was sealed.

A change…

And with them, the worlds’….

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Spike growled softly as he watched his Mate’s eyes open for the first time since the completion of their union. As her eyes, once again golden, met his he felt a purr rumble up in his chest, unbidden.

She smiled at him, an answering purr brought forth as she whispered. “Mine.”

He felt his heart contract, painfully, once before finally he answered her call.

“Mine.”





TBC in Chapter Nine – Marked For All Eternity


A/N: Thoughts and feelings - please do let me know :)