Banner by Alex

Man In Black

Disclaimer: I do not own BtVS or anything else of the sort, no matter how cool it would be to own Spike. Only the plot and any original characters are mine.

Summary: Buffy is a regular college student who attends a haunted house with her roommates, not knowing that it has been cursed and is turning the attendees into their costumes. She barely escapes the blood bath that ensues inside, running outside into the arms of a dark stranger.

Author’s Note: This is meant to be a nice smutty one-shot for Halloween, and in the style of some cheesy horror flick. (So feel free to laugh at the cheesiness of the sexy blonde running from the scariness.) It takes place in a random alternate universe, non-canon. Spike is still a vampire, though! ‘Cause that’s the way we like him – fangy. A sequel could be possible if the readers want, even a slightly less cheesy one – or cheesier and sillier as many sequels can be.

As always, a big hearty thanks to Blacknblue and Ruth for betaing for me.

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The costume shop was absolutely packed even this early in the month. That was to blame on Halloween seeming to stretch out more every year, following the trend set by Christmas and encompassing the weeks prior. People needed to get their costumes earlier for the many parties and other functions they would attend while celebrating the former pagan holiday.

That explained Buffy’s presence there along with her roommates, Faith and Anya. There was a Halloween dance at the college, their friends were throwing a party, and they were also considering attending one or more of the other parties thrown by various school organizations. In addition, there might even be the possibility of helping hand out candy to trick-or-treaters with the residents at the dorms if they felt like volunteering.

Faith quickly found the costume she wanted and held it up. “Sexy, yeah?”

It was a black leather cat-suit that came with ears, a fuzzy tail, and a belt of gold links. The other two looked at each other then back at her.

“I guess we won’t be handing out candy to kids if you wear that,” Anya said finally and Buffy nodded in agreement.

“Oh, if we decide to go do that I can wear my costume from last year.” Faith waved a dismissive hand and put the garment bag over her arm, signaling she was getting the costume.

“Okay then,” Buffy replied and tossed her ponytail over her shoulder before turning towards the rack again. “You think I could pull off something sexy, too? I mean, I turned 21 this year. I’m officially an adult now.”

“Definitely, B. You’re a major hottie.” Faith raised her brows and eyed her friend’s curves.

Buffy blushed, although she was used to the fact that Faith was very openly bisexual. She followed Anya around the corner to look at some other costumes. Her hand started reaching for a Supergirl costume that was a bit sexy, what with the midriff top and insanely short skirt. Oh, and of course the stiletto heeled boots.

Faith slapped her hands away from the costume, though, and handed her a different garment bag. “I think you would look better in this; definitely sexier, too. And you can do the same thing I am, wear an old costume if we do the dorm thing with the kids.”

Buffy looked down at the costume she was handed, eyes widening when she noted that it was a Playboy bunny. She started to hand it back.

“I really don’t have the body for that. I don’t have much in the boob department and have you *seen* the cellulite on my thighs?”

“Get real, girl. You’d look awesome and you know it, so stop fishing for compliments.” Faith shoved the bag back into her arms then turned to go see if Anya had found anything yet.

Buffy watched her go with a pout, almost putting the costume back in favor of the Supergirl costume. She stopped and considered it for a moment. Faith would never let her live it down if she chickened out. Giving a put upon sigh, she kept the Playboy bunny costume and followed the other two to the check-out counter. She noticed that Anya finally selected a scandalous faerie costume.

“Hey, look at this.” Anya picked up a flyer next to the register. “The Tanner House across from the courthouse is having a haunted house this year.”

“We should go,” Faith said, looking over her shoulder. “Just to check it out.”

“It’s only open the night of Halloween.”

Buffy thought out loud as she dug out her credit card. “Well, the kiddy thing at the dorms is the night before since Halloween is a school night. Willow and Tara’s party is on Halloween, though.”

“We can swing by the haunted house before heading to the party,” Faith suggested as she took her turn at the cashier.

“Sounds good to me.” Anya nodded.

“Then I guess it’s a plan,” Buffy said with a smile. They started for the doors with their bags. “So, anyone up for Starbucks?”

@~@

Faith rolled her eyes and swatted at Buffy’s hand as the petite blonde fiddled with the chest of her swimsuit-like costume yet again. Faith shook a finger at her.

“Touch it again, B, and I’ll take great pleasure in tying your hands behind your back. You have to have the attitude to go with a sexy costume. Even if you’re nervous, you have to be all with the ‘I’m hot and I know it’ or you *will* look ridiculous.”

Buffy gave her a petulant look but stopped her fidgeting. She did remain strategically placed between Anya and Faith as they walked into the blessedly dark building. She nearly missed a comment muttered by Anya about ‘how can bunnies be sexy?’

Buffy gave her an amused look and leaned in to whisper. “I think it’s because of the way they mate. A lot.”

Anya looked at her, surprised that Buffy had heard her, and replied, “Well, orgasms are of the good.”

Buffy chuckled at the very Anya-like comment before turning her attention back to the “scary” tour.

It was more cheesy than scary. Every possible cliché was present in the haunted house, with themed rooms that opened off a main hallway. One was a vampire’s crypt with a Dracula-wannabe. Another had a foggy graveyard with a wolf-man. And, yet another had a medieval torture chamber. There was even a murderous clown at a macabre circus, which Buffy found a bit silly.

The girls finally reached the end and were eager to leave to get to their party. Only out of curiosity did they decide to go into the last room, which turned out to be a party full of ghostly apparitions. The girls exchanged looks before turning to go. They didn’t make it out of the room before an energy wave seemed to pulse through the whole house, knocking everyone over.

Buffy sat up, rubbing at her backside as she looked around. She didn’t see her friends anywhere, and no one else was getting up. She gingerly prodded the person next to her, squeaking when she noticed the person was dead. All the others looked suspiciously to be of the same condition. She immediately started stumbling to her feet fearfully so she could get out of there.

As she took a step back, there was a tremendous screech and she nearly had a heart attack before noticing the little black cat that she had stepped on. She started to bend over to see if it was okay when what she thought was an insect suddenly flew in front of her face. Batting at it, she realized it was a glowing human-like figure and jumped back.

*What the *hell* is going on here?!*

The glowing *thing* flew out the half-open door and the cat skittered after it to give chase. Buffy gave the bodies on the floor another wide-eyed look then ran out after them, doing her best to keep herself from screaming in horror.

That went right out the window at the sight that she encountered a distance down the hallway. Blood bath – that seemed a good way to sum it up. Creatures she never would have though existed were roaming about, feasting on other strange characters. There was blood—and other things she refused to identify—everywhere.

She clapped a perfectly manicured hand over her mouth to keep from drawing the creatures’ attention and the attention of whatever else may be in the house. She started to back up, glancing over her shoulder to spot the exit that she fully intended on using. When she looked back towards the grisly scene, though, it was to see the wolf-like creature lifting its blood-soaked maw to sniff the air. Then the eyes suddenly locked on her.

The jig was up. She gave up her slow retreat and started running while screaming like a banshee, right out the back door. She slammed the door behind her and leaned against it, looking around for something to prop against it.

She waited. And waited. Nothing came.

With a slow release of breath, Buffy stepped away from the door and started down the alley. She adjusted the skimpy outfit she wore while checking to see if it was still in good condition. Her boss wouldn’t be happy if she ruined such an expensive piece of lingerie. Whatever the hell was going on in that place, at least nothing had happened to what she was wearing. Now, she needed to find out just where she was so she could get home.

“Well, hello there, cutie,” a velvety voice said and she spun around, skittish after all she just witnessed.

“Who’s there?” Buffy called tentatively as her overly made-up eyes squinted into the shadows.

A dark chuckle was her response before she saw the faint glow of a cigarette.

“Can you put that out, please?” She rolled her eyes and looked down at her nails, checking to see if any got chipped during her escape. “I don’t want my lungs to shrivel up and to start coughing up my insides. That is *not* sexy. No one would hire me.”

The cigarette dropped to the ground and was snuffed out. “What the bloody hell are you on about?”

She could have listened to that voice for days; too bad he was a smoker. “You really shouldn’t smoke either, you know. That stuff kills people.”

He finally stepped out of the shadows and she gasped as she saw his face. It was distorted and inhuman with glowing yellow eyes. She stumbled backwards and used a hand on the brick wall to steady herself.

“Funny. I do, too,” he said, giving her a predatory smile that flashed his fangs.

With a choked sound of horror, she turned to run away from him. Her chest heaved with the effort to get air as she ran down the alley, practically hyperventilating in her fright. She had made it out of the house full of monsters, only to run right into another nightmare!

He caught her before she reached the end and slammed her into the brick wall with his body. His head bent towards her neck and she heard him inhale deeply. She pressed her eyes tightly shut, waiting for the inevitable. It didn’t come, though. She opened her eyes to see him watching her intently. Then his eyes roamed over her half-naked form.

She shifted and looked away, but he hooked a finger under her chin to draw her back. His mouth descended on hers and shocked her with an ardent kiss. His hands traveled over her body to rest on her hips before he lifted his head only enough to use his lethal voice on her.

“I think we should take this somewhere more private, yeah?”

Buffy’s eyes widened fearfully and she started to shake her head. But at the same time, her cheeks began to flush at the suggestion. Against her better judgment, her gaze wandered lower. When she heard him chuckle her eyes snapped back up and her blush deepened.

“Ah, I’ve got myself a virgin, have I?” His grin grew wider, wolfish.

She sputtered, “No...”

“Then you’ve got no problem with my suggestion, right?”

“I-I do! I could get pregnant or get some disease.” She nodded quickly, chest moving up and down with her accelerated breathing. Both had to be very good reasons for them not going off to do what he surely hoped to do.

He laughed at her reasons. “Vampire, luv. I haven’t got any live swimmers left to impregnate anyone, even if I wanted to—which I don’t. And by the same token, vampires don’t get diseases. So the way I see it, pet, I’m the safest fuck you’ll ever have.”

She could have died of mortification. Besides having shot down her excuses, it was the crude manner in which he had gone about it.

Again, he laughed. “Yup. A virgin. But don’t worry; I’ll make it a right good first shag for you.”

“I am not!” She protested again, not sure why she was taking offense to the truth. Part of her realized how childish she was being but the rest of her didn’t care.

“Then, as I said before, you’ve got no problem with goin’ off with me for a nice rough and tumble.” He took her arm in the most deceptively gentleman-like way and started out of the alley with her.

She wasn’t sure what else she could say at this point without returning to the virgin argument. At the same time, a very naughty part of her brain didn’t think this was a really bad thing. He was hot—very hot—and he didn’t seem intent on hurting her like those other monsters. In fact, he could probably protect her from those things if there were any others running about. As for what would happen after she slept with him—well, she was clinging to the thought that either he would let her go or she would figure out how to slip away.

The man—if you could call him that—led Buffy to a small basement apartment a few blocks away. She tried to see into the darkness, fully expecting coffins and blood to be strewn about along with uber gothic décor. Instead, it was a small, messy apartment with obvious signs of belonging to a bachelor.

She barely had time to feel oddly disappointed at the almost normal surroundings. He quickly pulled her towards the bedroom, perhaps not giving her time to come to her senses and realize how stupid this was—because it was and she did realize it, but she was afraid of backing out now. And, he *was* incredibly hot.

Pushing her towards the bed, he gave her a sexy grin as he began undressing, obviously doing a bit of strutting for her benefit. She found it amusing to see a “monster” trying to impress her with a striptease and it took away some of her nervousness.

He got down to only his jeans and stepped forward as his long fingers worked the closure. Buffy fully expected there to be some sort of underwear underneath and wasn’t prepared to suddenly be staring at his massive erection, bobbing in front of her face like it was waving hello. Her tongue darted out unconsciously to wet her lips.

“Now just bring that tongue a bit closer,” he said smoothly, jutting his hips forward so that his cock was practically resting on her lips.

*That is *not* going to fit in me—mouth or elsewhere.* She thought and was alarmed again.

“Hmm, a bit of first time anxiety?” He arched a scarred brow at her.

Realizing he was goading her about being a virgin again but still unable to stop her childish reaction, she pouted and grasped his cock. Her eyes sought his face while she leaned forward the last inch to place her mouth on the head. He gave her instructions on what to do and she followed them, letting her hand pump his length while her mouth worked on the end.

He told her that maybe next time they would try fitting the behemoth in her mouth. *Next time?* That alarmed her. How long was he intending on keeping her there?

He brought her out of her thoughts when he pushed her back so that she was lying on the bed. He lowered himself to kneeling at her feet, running his hands over her legs. Her thighs received a squeeze before he tore the bikini bottom from her with a swift and savage tug.

Buffy started to lift her head to protest the destruction of the expensive outfit, but he was suddenly covering her body with his own. His hand sought out her hot core while his mouth hunted hers. His talented fingers worked her until she was melting beneath him and it didn’t matter if he was man, monster, or space alien at that moment.

It also didn’t matter if just moments ago she had been terrified at the thought of his gigantic cock trying to enter her. When it did, she stiffened at the momentary pain. The pause allowed her to take greedy breaths of air that had her chest rising and falling in a way that seemed to be hypnotic to his eyes. The temptation became too much and his mouth swooped down to capture a pert nipple while his hips began moving against hers.

Oddly, with the proof right there, he didn’t point out her virginity again. Well, lack of virginity now. As much as he had harped on it before that point, one would think he would take a moment to have his moment of “I told you so.”

His thrusts became wilder and harder and she arched beneath him, hands grasping at him passionately. He lifted his head to grin at her, watching the play of expressions on her face as he twisted his hips to hit her from a different angle. Her moans grew louder and she tossed her head from side to side.

“Oh god, oh god,” she repeated breathily.

“I’m not a god, but I’ll settle for ‘master’ if you want.”

Her eyes met his. “Shut up and fuck me.”

He was happy to comply, bucking wildly as he sought their completion. Sounds of their flesh slapping together filled the room along with the sounds of their moaning.

Heat built inside Buffy and she felt she might spontaneously combust at any moment. She prayed that it would at least wait until after she reached her orgasm, craving it like a starving man craves food. When his hand found her little nubbin, it set off stars behind her eyelids and ignited an explosion within her. She screamed her pleasure as it crashed over her and her nails tore his back open. He was oblivious to the pain she caused; his own orgasm had him pumping cum into her like a fire hose.

Many minutes later, they were still lying in a boneless heap, gulping in breaths even if only one of them genuinely needed it. He had his head nestled between her breasts and his arm curled around her waist possessively. Her eyes were closed with her head back, hand lightly resting on his shoulder.

Finally, he lifted his head to look at her, waiting until she opened her eyes to meet his gaze.

“Been around over a century and that was...” He shook his head then looked her over appreciatively.

Buffy blushed under the praise and ducked her head. “For a virgin, you mean, right?”

“No. I don’t.”

With that fervent denial, he rolled over onto his back and drew her with him so that she lay across his chest. He twisted to dig around for the rumpled blanket so that he could pull it over them. The almost tender actions confused her, but she was too tired to analyze them just then. A deep, toe-curling yawn welled up in her and escaped before she fell asleep snuggled up with the “monster.”

@~@

Buffy had no idea what time it was when she finally woke up, reluctant to move from her comfortable position. That was until reality came crashing in on her along with her memories of what had happened the night before. Her breath was stolen away and her mouth worked in silent horror as she remembered the horror of the haunted house turning into something of surreal nightmares come to life.

Carefully, she slipped from the bed and looked down to find her costume in tatters. Her shoes were nowhere to be seen—probably somewhere in the tangle of blankets on the bed, kicked off during the night. She wasn’t going after them because she might wake *him*.

As soon as she found the bathroom, she went inside and shut the door. In the mirror was the shameful appearance of a well-sexed woman with bunny ears hanging at an odd angle. She shook her head in denial of what she had done and went to scrub at her face with a washcloth she found.

Her friends. She had to go back and see what had happened to her friends. They were defenseless as a cat and small faerie. How could she have run off and left them there to fend for themselves with all those creatures killing whatever they came in contact with. Except for her. She got away. And what did she do? She slept with another creature who wore the guise of a handsome man. She could only hope her friends could forgive her one day—if they were alive still. She got out; maybe they did, too.

When she crept back out of the bathroom into the dark bedroom, she looked towards the bed to make sure he was still asleep. She confirmed he was—as far as she could tell—and looked around for something to wear home. One of his shirts along with his long jacket served this purpose.

She paused, looking at him again and chewing her bottom lip. With a quick shake of her head, she hurried out the door and into the sunlight.


The End... or is it? *wicked laugh*