Disclaimer: Joss made the characters, I’m just playing with his toys.

Author’s note: Once again, many thanks to the wonderful BTL for betaing.
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Chapter 23: A New Addition

Buffy was excited about the plan. Very excited. In fact, she was going to ignore the fact that she could smell that Willow and Oz had finally done ‘it’ because she was so excited. They were going to blow up the school, the building that had held her most frightening nightmares. She was practically giddy with the happiness.

It was going to be Faith’s day of glory. It was Faith who was going to fight the Mayor. Buffy had to concede that this was Faith’s job, Faith’s duty, Faith’s destiny. Also the fact that Buffy wouldn’t be very helpful until the sun was hidden by the foretold eclipse. It would have been much funner of course if Faith hadn’t decided to keep reminding her of the plan and how Buffy would have to wait until the sun was no longer a threat.

As the students filed in, each and everyone of them prepared for the event, crossbows, swords, and various other weaponry hidden under their robes, Buffy gave them a little wave as they headed into the courtyard of the school. She couldn‘t go out into the sun but that didn‘t mean she couldn‘t be there to cheer her fellow students on, give them moral support and all that. Spike was at her side, eagerly looking forward to a fight. Buffy glared at Harmony as the blond flake passed by on her way into the courtyard, giving Spike an appreciative once over, as she passed. Buffy was going to have some words with Harmony when this whole thing was over. That is, if Harmony survived. Buffy was not so secretly hoping that Harmony Kendall would end up one of the inevitable casualties.

Once the event started, complete with threats from Snyder, Buffy started to yawn. She shifted her weight from side to side as she listened to the Mayor’s speech from indoors. Buffy was bored. She started picking at her nails, followed by an irritating bout of drumming her fingers against the stucco wall of the school to relieve her boredom. Finally, the sky began to darkened. Buffy started bouncing on her heels, waiting for the instant when it was safe to venture outside and into the fight.

As the Mayor transformed and started looking hungrily at the students assembled Buffy heard Faith’s orders. The students threw off their robes and the fight began. Buffy gave Spike a peck on the cheek before rushing off into the darkness.
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When it was all over, the school was totalled and bodies of students she had fought along side littered the campus. Harmony was dead; one of the Mayor’s vampires had killed her. Turned her probably. In a sick sort of way Buffy was happy about that. Now she’d be able to kill the bimbo herself for ogling her man. She’d have no qualms about dusting Vamp!Harmony.

Faith was slightly singed and had a pronounced limp. Cordelia had a cut across her face but other than that, her friends remained unscathed. Willow, Xander, Oz, and Giles were uninjured and Wesley was nowhere to be found. Her people safe, Buffy turned to her mate for happy congratulatory hugs. As she pressed her body up against his, she couldn’t help but notice the fact that Spike was as turned on by the fight as she was. Amidst the fire trucks and ambulances, Spike and Buffy rushed off to their house.

They crashed through the door, trying desperately to divest the other of their clothing. Something about the smell of the burnt school on Spike’s clothes made her want to take them off of him. And it seemed that he was in a similar situation. Their trek up the stairs to their bedroom was plagued by bumps and bruises as they refused to let their lips leave the other’s. They knocked the banister clean off the wall.

Crashing through the door, Buffy finally managed to pull Spike’s black jeans down his legs and let little Spike out to play. Spike’s long hard shaft greeted her hungry eyes as she pulled the jeans from his feet. With a lick to the underside of his now exposed cock, she brought her game face to the fore and took him in, carefully nicking his soft skin as she went, sending tendrils of blood into her mouth. Then she began to work her magic.

Spike had to grab hold of something as the feeling of Buffy sucking on his cock and on his blood at the same time weakened his knees, and forced something between a wail and a moan from his mouth. Talented cock sucker that she was, she didn’t leave off when he said, between pants, that he was about to cum. He grabbed her head roughly as he spewed into her mouth, her eager throat swallowing him down and making him hard again all at the same time.

Licking her lips over her fangs, she smiled up at her mate and stood up, only to have him rip off what was left of her clothing and toss her on the bed. She landed with a bounce and crawled backwards settling her head on a pillow, her legs parted slightly, eagerly anticipating what he was going to do next. Panther like, he crawled towards her, the look on his face one of pure lust. Pushing her thighs apart roughly, his tongue sought out her wet core, brushing the folds of her pussy and sucking briefly on her clit.

Her juices on his lips, he pulled back from the wet, cool centre and brought his fangs to the fore. Carefully he kissed the inside of her thigh, then scrapped a fang down across her pale soft skin, leaving a trail of red droplets in his wake.

Buffy hissed in pain but smiled as his tongue gently lapped up the blood and set about lavishing her wet channel with this talented tongue. She screamed out her approval throughout the room. The persistent probing made her shout out his name to the rafters. She didn‘t care that either the minions or Anya could hear her.

Before she had time to recover from her earth shattering orgasm, Spike flipped her over onto her hands and knees and spread her legs once more, positioning his cock at her entrance as he bent over her pale back. He raked his own, painted nails down her back gleefully, finding another source of his mate’s blood to lick up. Swiftly he entered her, ignoring her initial grunt before grabbing her blond hair roughly and forcing her to look at him.

“Mine,” he growled possessively, turning her head and biting down on her neck.

She moaned as she felt his thick shaft thrust into her, his thrusts in perfect unison with the pull of the blood from her throat. Her hands gripped the satin sheets of their bed as she countered his thrusts, her ass slapping against his pelvis.

“Yours, forever,” she moaned.
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Buffy was reading the Sunnydale U course catalogue in the main foyer, enjoying the sun as only a vampire could, several feet away from a patch of it. It was about as close as she was going to ever get to it ever again. Spike was off in the hole with the new minions, digging for his precious gem. At least he had a hobby.

The front door opened and in walked Anya, toting a heavy bag on her shoulder. Buffy put the catalogue down and stared in shock at the former demon.

“Well, I never expected to see you back again.,” commented Buffy.

Anya shrugged. “I missed Xander,” she said honestly, dropping the bag to the floor.

Buffy let a satisfied smile grace her face. Score one for matchmaking Buffy.

“We have minions now,” stated Buffy factually. “But your room is still free if you want it.”

“Thanks,” came Anya’s reply, looking around the room for noticeable changes to the decor.

The room filled with an awkward silence as Buffy looked at her housemate, waiting for something to happen or to be said.

“I thought you said there were minions? I’m not taking my bag upstairs if you have minions. Is there a bell I ring?“ asked Anya.

With a laugh Buffy raised to fingers to her mouth and blew a harsh whistle into the rest of the house. As if by magic, a minion came rushing up from the basement.

“Mistress Elizabeth?“ prompted the minion respectfully.

“Take Anya’s bag upstairs to her room. She’s returning to the house. Don’t eat her. She’s a Vengeance Demon,“ ordered Buffy flippantly.

“Thanks,“ noted Anya as she followed the minion up the stairs, leaving Buffy in her reclining beach chair, five feet from the sun patch.
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Anya’s addition to the household was uneventful. It was as if the minions had no interest in turning a former demon. No need for Buffy to get all bite happy with Anya. She had enough marked people walking around Sunnydale.

Of the two people she’d marked, Willow was by far the most acclimatized to being a future childe. Willow had lived the vampire life for a bit after all. Much like Buffy had before she had been turned. There was no doubt in Buffy’s mind that if Willow’s life was ever dying with no hope of recovery, she’d turn Willow.

And she was pretty sure that Willow would have a problem with that.

Buffy’s other marked future childe, Faith, had been remarkably absent whenever Buffy had called in on Giles at his apartment these last few weeks, since the Mayor’s destruction. Giles insisted that she was still on the side of good. Just that she was still a bit reluctant to keep company with the pair of vampires living at the Crawford Street mansion.

In truth, Buffy really couldn’t blame Faith for that. But after all the patrolling, the helping and the whole, ‘let’s kill the Mayor for fun’ bonding moments, Buffy had hoped that the Slayer would have, well maybe not forgiven her, but something similar at least, her. Trust had still not been earned after all this time.

Buffy pondered this as she returned from her excursion to Sunnydale U to pick up orientation stuff. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to go, but she wanted to know what the other young co-eds were doing, so she could moan that she wanted to go.

And Spike would tell her, to wait, ‘cause he was going to find that blasted Gem of Amara soon.

Sure.

Although it was the middle of the day, and Buffy thought about taking a walk over to the latest digging site to give her mate an encouraging shag. All he needed was motivation, right? With a smile, Buffy travelled the now familiar sewers, heading towards Spike’s hole in the ground. Unfortunately, Buffy turned a corner, to come face to face with the disgusting, unwashed body of Harmony Kendall.

Immediately Buffy’s hand went to her nose. “Eww, Harmony! Vampires, we can take showers to you know.”

Just as Buffy had predicted, Harmony had been turned at graduation. Clearly not childer, and certainly not under the protection of a master, Harmony was a pathetic cowering mess. This particular corner of the sewers looked like it had been her home for the last week or so. Harmony’s Yearbook and diploma were hanging on the wall.

Immediately, Buffy wondered why she hadn’t found Harmony here before.

Must have taken a wrong turn, she thought to herself.

Harmony’s dirty and smudged face broke into a smile. “Buffy!” Harmony stepped forward to hug Buffy but the former slayer backed away before Harmony could make contact.

“Ugh, you are so not touching me!” Buffy screeched.

“Sorry, but Buffy, you have to help me. I don’t know what to do! I woke up like this!” wailed Harmony indicating her state of grossness.

“You woke up dirty and smelly in a sewer?” questioned Buffy as Harmony pouted at her.

Buffy shook her head sadly. It was clear from Harmony’s outward appearance that she hadn’t changed her clothes since she had been turned. It was probable that whatever doofus had turned her had been killed during graduation. So now, Harmony was vampy and Buffy felt bad that she had no sire to take care of her.

Whatever plans Buffy had of dusting Vamp!Harmony for checking out Spike at graduation flew out the window. The Mistress of Sunnydale hemmed and hawed for a moment, then finally made a decision. “Fine, Harmony, come with me, but don’t touch me!”

Buffy turned on her heel, not giving Harmony time to fetch her meagre belongings before heading off in the direction of the Mansion, all the while cursing herself for her decision.

When they reached the basement sewer access for the Crawford Street Mansion, Buffy steeled herself for the minions’ reactions. She had never brought home a fledge before. She had always given the minions the impression that fledges, minions, vamps that weren’t childer, were beneath her. Yep, she was a snob, but it helped. If she didn’t get too attached to the minions, she wouldn’t care when Faith dusted them, or when Spike decimated the ranks occasionally. Throwing open the sewer grate open, Buffy stepped into the basement, Harmony following closely behind.

The basement had been fitted out for the comfort of the minions. There were bunks and a bathroom especially for their use. The upstairs of the house was for the master, mistress, and the Vengeance Demon.

A minion shut the gate, and glared at Harmony. The group of minions who were not in the hole with Spike were suddenly very aware of the new vampire in their midst and circled around. Several of them wrinkled their noses at the smell Harmony had brought into their basement.

“She needs a shower,“ said Buffy factually, knowing full well that the minions would take this as an order. “And new clothes. Then I want to see her upstairs in 30 minutes.”

A blonde minion stepped forward and pushed Harmony towards the bathroom. Despite Harmony’s protests about being left alone with these strange vamps, Buffy fled the minion’s basement to the comfortable living room. Buffy cringed at her inability to leave helpless people alone.

Buffy immediately phoned Willow to let her know whom she had found in the sewers. Of course, it being the middle of the day, and summertime, Willow wasn’t at home. She was probably off with Oz doing romantic things.

Buffy would have walked up to Anya’s room to talk to the former Vengeance Demon about Harmony, except the lack of heartbeat in the house meant that Anya wasn’t home either. She was probably out with Xander.

Mistress Elizabeth settled back into her lounge chair and pulled out a copy of Cosmo. Her friends really needed cell phones.

Half an hour later, on the dot, Harmony was ushered into the living room, followed by a number of curious minions. Harmony was dressed in in some clothes, donated by a few of the female minions, clothes that were clearly way too small for her. Parts of Harmony that Buffy had never hoped to see were escaping the tight fitting clothes.

“Uh, Buffy are you sure we can’t go out and like, kill some shop keeper for new clothes?” asked the inept vampire.

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Harmony, if you were able to kill anyone successfully I don’t think you’d be living in the sewers and unwashed.”

“It’s not fair!” Harmony whined. “No one taught me to be a vampire! I just woke up and I didn’t have a heartbeat! Can we eat a doctor to steal his stethathingy? So I can hear my heart not beating?”

Mistress Elizabeth face firmly in place, Buffy stood and glared at Harmony. “Let’s get this one thing straight, Harmony. You don’t make the suggestions. You might not have been sired properly, but I was. You will listen to me and do as I say, are we clear?”

Harmony nodded.

“Good. Now, Harmony, when the sun sets someone will find you some clothes that fit. You don’t leave this house. You do what I say and what Spike says. If you aren’t needed by Spike in the hole you‘ll be here. Oh and Harmony?”

“Yes?”

“You don’t get to call me Buffy anymore. It’s Mistress now. Mistress Elizabeth. Step out of line, and you‘ll find your head has come off your body. ‘Kay?” asked Buffy with a smile.

Harmony looked back at Buffy in horror.
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Buffy had Harmony cleaning the bathroom that Anya used as Spike and the other minions came home from digging for the night. Happy that her mate was home once again, Buffy bounded into his arms, not caring that the minions were around or that Spike needed a shower. She planted a sloppy kiss on his lips.

“I brought a new minion home,” noted Buffy, expecting him to be all proud.

“We don’t need any more minions, luv, too many of ‘em know about the gem,” he countered.

Buffy started to pout. “I couldn’t just leave her there, she was gross Spike. Her Sire was slayed at Graduation. She was all pathetic and icky. I had to take her in.”

“Why didn’t you just stake her then?” he asked curiously.

“It’s Harmony.”

“The cheerleader’s friend? Bloody hell, Buffy!” he moaned detaching her from around his hips and setting her feet down on the floor.

With a weak smile, Buffy shrugged her shoulders. “If she’s really that bad, you can stake her.”

As if on cue, the vampire in question came down the stairs, holding a sponge and being followed by an irate Anya, who was poking the vampire with a cross as they walked.

“Ow!” whined Harmony. “Stop that! It hurts. And it’s making my skin all blotchy!”

“It’s supposed to hurt, Harmony. You’re a vampire and this cross is supposed to hurt you,” stated Anya, annoyed.

“What did she do?” asked Buffy resigned. She had figured that Anya would find the vampire doing something she didn’t like sooner or later. Harmony wasn’t known for her cleaning skills.

“She was trying on my clothes. She probably stretched out my new shirt. I was going to wear it for my date with Xander,” Anya complained.

“You are still dating that geek?” questioned Harmony.

“Why is she even here?” asked Anya frustrated.

“She’s our new housekeeper,” stated Buffy, shrugging her shoulders.

On the stairs, Anya gave Harmony another prod with the cross, but this time the pain and burning failed to move the blond vampire. The smell of burning filled the air of the room as Harmony was aware of nothing else other than Spike’s handsome physique. The vampires and Anya waited for the pain to finally work its way into Harmony’s brain.

“Ow!” she finally screamed, trying to get away from the offending object and in doing so, misstepped and fell down the remaining steps. Harmony landed at Buffy and Spike’s feet on the foyer floor.

With a growl, Harmony got up off the floor and took a step towards Anya, her fangs bared. She didn’t even have time to register Buffy’s movement, so intent on making the former classmate pay for what she did that she was unaware of anything else.

Buffy grabbed Harmony’s neck and spun her around to face her. “You don’t touch Anya. She’s not your food. She’s my friend and I want her here. I want her here much more than I care whether you unlive or dust.”

Harmony wrenched herself out of Buffy’s grip and stumbled a couple of steps back. “Why are you protecting her? She’s a human? We eat humans. Right? Wait, is this some sort of vampire diet? Are humans fattening?”

Buffy and Spike both rolled their eyes. The minions around them waited for something to be done. Usually if one of their numbers annoyed Master Spike this much, they ended as a pile of dust. This new vamp wasn’t going to last long the way she was going.

Spike stepped towards the new addition to their clan. Looking her up and down with a sneer, the comparisons between this one and his mate sprung forward. Unfortunately for her, Harmony thought he was looking at her with his mind on the one thing she knew men thought about all the time. This was her time to use the talents God had given her and those skills she had practiced in high school.

Harmony batted her eyes at the bleached blond vampire that invaded her space. She pressed her body up against his seductively. She cooed appreciatively, looking up at his blue eyes through her eyelashes.

Buffy felt the jealousy rise up inside of her. No one did this to Spike, no one. Especially not in front of her. And not in front of the minions. She could feel their eyes boring into the back of her head as the scene continued, waiting for her to make an example of this new one.

And she wanted to, in the worst way. She fought the need to let her fangs descend and rip into Harmony’s flesh. She wanted to rip off Harmony’s arms for touching Spike, drop her in boiling oil for thinking that her movements were getting Buffy’s mate hot.

The only thing that was making her stop was the little slayer like voice in her head. Harmony didn’t deserve to die. Harmony was just a moron that didn’t know better. Harmony was....

Her inner thoughts were interrupted as Buffy saw Harmony lean forward and lick Spike’s ear, whispering about what she could do for him upstairs, that she knew how to do things that a prude like Buffy would know anything about.

That was it. Buffy lost it. Fangs descending, Buffy ripped Harmony off of Spike and threw the weak fledge halfway across the room, slamming her into a statue. Buffy pounced on top of Harmony and started beating the crap out of her.

Harmony screamed her innocence, that she didn’t know that Spike was hers. The screams fell on deaf ears. Spike stood back and let his mate do what she felt she had to do to assert her dominance. It was good for the minions to see it too. Buffy was mistress here and no other.

Blood was flowing freely from Harmony’s face when Buffy finally let up, licking the blood off her hands. Harmony’s screams had turned to whimpers as she lay on the floor in a bloody mess.

“Great,” started Anya. “Now there’s a big blood stain on the floor. Xander’s never going to want to pick me up for our dates here again.”

“No,” said Buffy licking the last of the blood from her hands. “Harmony’s our housekeeper, this will be cleaned up before Xander picks you up for your date Anya. Or Harmony will spend the day in the garden, in chains.” The cold tone of her voice was directed at Harmony and not Anya.

“So instead of blood on the floor, there’ll be dust in the garden?” asked Anya curiously. “I think that’s a good compromise. Xander likes vampire dust.”

Anya flounced back to her room without another look at the bloody vampire.

Buffy turned her attention to her mate though. One look at his crotch and she knew that either Harmony or beating the crap out of Harmony had really got his motor running. Spike reached out a hand to her and grasped her fingers. Gently, he brought her hand down to his cock, straining against his jeans. He leaned in to her ear.

“You did this, luv. No other but you. Hasn’t been anyone but you since we first met, when you were all virginal and alive. Won’t be anyone but you for eternity,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to cheek.

Buffy could feel herself internally melt. He had this way of letting her know just how much he was in love with her. It made her feel like a puddle of goo. Good goo, but still, goo.

Suddenly he scooped her up and started towards the stairs. With a snarl, he turned back to the minions and barked a few orders about Harmony and how someone was to tell her the rules. Then, planting a kiss on the top of Buffy’s head, he travelled the distance between the foyer and their bedroom, eagerly anticipating the slow way he was going to make love to his mate.
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