Day 4


The SUV swerved between the two lanes and sped at least double the speed limit, the driver trying to avoid both the dawn and wandering fingers.

Buffy was sitting on Spike’s lap, handling the steering wheel while his fingers were beginning to handle her. It had begun as a driving lesson, Buffy was sure. After Spike had loaded everything into the car he had claimed couldn’t be stolen if there was no one to steal it from, he had driven it right out of the mall. He then insisted on a quick pit stop to the grocery store. While Buffy stood around and glared at him for being so careless about sunrise, Spike practically swept food off of the shelves. He specifically concentrated on the desserts…

After they had left the store, Spike had gotten into the driver’s seat, then pulled Buffy right onto his lap and offered to let her take the wheel. At first it seemed like he was going to cling to the door and the seat for dear life, like every one else who had ever ridden with her. Then he seemed to take much more interest in letting his hands wander her body, occasionally making her swerve when he touched just the right spot.

“Spike, you’re going to make us crash!” Buffy tried to sound stern past her helpless giggles. His fingers were tickling. Soon both his arms were wrapped around her and his face buried against her neck, his lips working their delicious torture.

“Bollocks. There’s nothing that I do…” He traced his tongue slowly across her earlobe, then down the side of her neck, making her shiver. “That could possibly make you…” his hands wandered across her belly, one moving up to cup one of her breasts through her tank top, while the other moved down between her legs. “A worse driver than you already are.”

“Hey!” Forgetting her almost overwhelming arousal, Buffy elbowed him in the ribs. She ignored his groan, and noticing the fast approaching dawn, quickly sped up. As soon as they reached her house she turned sharply, ending up in the yard instead of the driveway.

Opening the door, Buffy shoved the vampire unceremoniously onto the ground. “Get inside, now! As in before you’re fried!”

“Bugger!” He gave her a glare, but soon noticed the light himself. He covered himself with his duster just in case, then struggled to his feet before running full speed into the house.

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Buffy brought the bags full of meltables and wiltables into the house. She was sure she wouldn’t get away with taking the time to bring everything in before they had finished what they started. And soon enough, she could smell the aroma of the scented candles drifting down from the stairs.

She couldn’t hear him, but she could feel him. He was making his way slowly towards her. She could tell he was wearing only his pants when he pulled her close to him from behind. His bare skin was cool and soft, and sent shivers of anticipation down her back.

“Now…” He spoke softly as he wrapped his arms around her, and nuzzled against her neck. “Where were we?”

She turned around in his arms to face him. She couldn’t help but smile at the mischievous look in his eyes. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck before brushing her lips across his. “I do believe you were about to make love to me.”

Without a word he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her gently against his body before he turned and headed out of the kitchen. He carried her up the stairs like a true gentleman. The room was already transformed. There was only a small bit of light glowing through the curtains to hint at the sunrise, but it was nothing compared to the glow of the candles around them. The bed was made, and clean of rose petals.

He laid her down gently across the bed, but didn’t let her arms fall to her sides until he had removed her tank top from her body. She smiled as she watched his every movement, letting him undress her. He pulled her clothes off slowly, obviously enjoying the view of every inch of her that was exposed.

Her fingers itched to touch him. She reached out and moved the tips slowly across his cheeks, then down to his shoulders and over his chest. He was like a perfect sculpture that she could only truly appreciate through touch.

Spike nipped at her skin while his hands gently caressed her breasts. They moved down her sides and his mouth followed, kissing the soft skin between her breasts and then down her belly. His hands moved to her hips while she squirmed beneath him, letting out small breathy moans, while his mouth got closer and closer to her core. She spread her legs for him and he looked up at her with a teasing grin, purposely avoiding the place she needed his mouth and hands the most. He instead dotted her inner thighs with small tender kisses, while his hands moved up and down her legs.

Buffy shivered in pleasure and groaned with need. She used her legs to pull him closer. Her hands moved smoothly over his shoulders and down his back, loving to touch of every inch of his skin, feeling the muscles shift underneath. He growled low when she moved one hand from his shoulder and up the back of his neck, tracing it through his now disorderly hair.

His tongue flicked against her clit without warning and Buffy gasped, arching her back in welcome. “Yes…”

“Like that?” he asked as if he didn’t know what he was doing to her. He gave her clit another good flick, then traced the tip of his tongue up and down her slit. He dipped his tongue into her core for a moment, tasting her and groaning out loud while doing so.

“Oh god…” She moaned breathlessly, staring up at the ceiling and wondering if she would cum right away if she dared glance down at what he was doing to her.

He removed his tongue and slipped two fingers into her wet cunt, pumping into her slowly, while his tongue found its way back to her clit. He teased it mercilessly, circling around it before flicking it in quick strokes, then rubbing it with surer ones, then taking it between his lips and suckling on it.

Buffy had never met someone more orally obsessed than the vampire between her legs. She had also learned not to complain, because his obsession had led to skills that brought her to screaming orgasms. His fingers were quickening their pace and he was suckling harder on her nub. Her legs trembled and her hands clutched at the sheets like a lifeline. With a few more quick circles of his clever tongue, she threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy, waves of pleasure crashing over her.

He withdrew his fingers from her slowly, then licked her juices off of them before plunging his tongue back into her. She cried out again, closing her eyes as she felt him lap up the taste of her. She knew she wouldn’t be able to take not touching him for much longer. She reached down and grabbed him under the shoulders, then yanked his head away from between her legs before pulling him up her body.

Spike grinned at her devilishly. “Growing impatience, pet?”

“Very.” She kissed him deeply, not giving him much time to argue as she plundered his mouth with her tongue. She pulled away only after she had to catch her breath. “Want you…”

Breathing heavily, she helped him remove his belt and unbutton his jeans. She slid her hand inside and wrapped her warm fingers around his growing hardness. He groaned out loud from her touch, and rested his head on her shoulder. He closed his eyes tightly as he felt her hand stroke him up and down, moving in a steady rhythm that had him rock hard and aching for her.

She slowly lowered his pants, using her feet to push them down. Spike kicked off his boots and let her push the pants off and onto the floor. He grabbed her wrist to stop the wonderful torture. He raised both her hands above her head and nudged her legs apart. He fit against her body perfectly. His member was pressed against her core and Buffy had to try not to squirm to get closer.

Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled him close. She made sure that almost every inch of their skin was touching. She couldn’t get enough, and suddenly wondered if she ever would.

He was pushing himself inside of her. She gasped and closed her eyes in bliss as he hips moved slowly forward, his cock stretching her and filling her. She wrapped her legs around him tighter, to send him deeper into her hot tight pussy. She opened her eyes and met his. Their gazes locked as he filled her completely, a groan of pleasure escaping both of them.

Spike had released her hands and Buffy took advantage, moving them slowly up his arms as he shifted his weight. He kept his gaze on hers as he slowly pulled out, then thrust back into her. He started slowly with long hard strokes, each one bringing him deeper into her throbbing sex.

They moved together in perfect unison. Their bodies rocked and their hands stroked, igniting fires and quenching their needs. Their lips and tongues battled. Buffy raised her right hand and took his left, lacing their fingers together.

His kiss moved from her lips down across her jaw, to her ear and then down her neck. He growled low in his throat as he scraped blunt teeth against her skin. Buffy gasped and shivered at the slight pain. Her eyes opened wide and she forced him with her legs to stop.

“Do it.”

His mouth stilled against her throat. He slowly raised his head to look at her questioningly. “What?”

She breathed hard and heavy as she looked up at him, her gaze not wavering once from his. “Bite me…I know you’ve wanted to some times…and I want you to now.”

He looked ready to object, shaking his head and opening his mouth to start a speech on why it would be wrong…

“Please…” She raised her head and brushed her lips against his. “I need you…I trust you.” She pulled back enough to see his look of amazement. “And I love you…I love all of you.”

Spike hesitated for a moment, still unsure if she knew what she was asking. Finally, his face began to change, slowly showing the ridges and fangs of the vampire. Yellow eyes stared back at Buffy, as he waited for her reaction; clearly expecting to possibly be kicked right out of the bed.

Instead, she brushed her fingertips gently across his cheek, then across his lips. As she studied him, she realized that this was the true face of the one that had loved her first. It was the demon that had fallen in love with her, before the man had ever really met her.

She pulled him down closer and placed a gentle, tender kiss on his scarred eyebrow ridge. She felt him shiver under her gentle touch and wondered for a moment just how sensitive a vampire’s bumpies were.

Before she could explore the thought further, he had begun moving again. She gasped and laid her head back, letting him set the pace. He thrust himself firmly into her, holding her to pull her to him with each thrust while his left hand still held her right. He moved his face closer to her neck by kissing each of her breasts and moving up the space between them. His lips caressed her, only gently scraping with fangs now and then.

Soon his pace had grown harder, faster. The bed was shaking beneath him as the demon within was making its presence known in their lovemaking, now that he had been invited out to play. Buffy held tighter onto his hand while her other hand moved to his back, trailing her nails down it hard, encouraging him further. He growled aggressively into her ear while he pounded into her sweet, tight body.

His fangs rested over her neck and she held her breath for a moment, closing her eyes and welcoming the bite. When they pierced her skin she gasped, clutching to him tightly. He sank his fangs deeper into her, as his cock thrust wildly into her body and she screamed out in a mind shattering orgasm, her body shaking and trembling under his even as he buried himself into her soft core and groaned out in his own release.

Spike’s body went deathly still. Buffy would have been terrified that she had somehow killed him if she hadn’t known he was a vampire. He slowly removed his fangs from her neck, and she could feel his face shifting back to its human form. He said nothing…he wasn’t even doing the unnecessary breathing that was always present after sex…

“Spike…?”

His body gave a slight tremble. He slowly raised his head and looked at her with a dawning knowledge that she didn’t like…he hadn’t had that look on his face since that night in the basement, when the fledglings he had made had risen, when he had tasted her blood…

..Blood that Buffy could have sworn just went cold in her own veins. Spike was looking down at their joined hands. He slowly removed his left hand from her right. He then turned his head, taking her left hand instead…he laced their fingers together, his right hand with her left…

The light from the candles around them flickered and danced, sending light jumping across the skin of their joined hands…it made it look almost like the flames were coming from them…

Buffy’s eyes widened and she immediately locked gazes with Spike. Horror filled hers as she could see the recognition filling his. He stared down at her and swallowed hard.

“No…” Buffy shook her head. “Spike, please, no…just ignore it, baby, just let it all go…”

He narrowed his eyes, quickly yanking his hand from hers.

“Spike, please! It’s not important, just…”

He was looking at her with growing suspicion. He untangled their bodies and jumped from the bed, then didn’t dare put his back to her, as if he was sure she would attack at any moment. He shook his head, stepping further away from her when she tried to scoot closer to the edge.

“Please…” Buffy could feel the tears rising, filling her vision. She reached out for him, but he pulled away again, quickly grabbing up his clothes before taking off from the room at a dead run.

“Spike!”

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Blankets were scattered from the hallway closet. They had dropped onto the floor in Spike’s haste to take one. The door was wide open. It was obvious that Spike had taken one of the blankets to flee out into the sunlight. When Buffy approached the door and peered out, there was no sign of him. The manhole in the street that led into the sewers underground was open.

Closing her eyes and rubbing her hands together, Buffy tried to rid herself of some of her tension and worry. It was stupid of her to offer her blood to Spike. Her blood had been responsible for allowing him to remember all the people he had killed while under the control of the first – now it had allowed him to remember his own death.

What must he have been thinking in that moment when he had stared at her so suspiciously? Did he suspect that it was all just another hallucination, or did he think she was the First, or that his mind was telling him lies?

She had to find him, having no idea what he would do to try and find the truth. She quickly ran out into the yard and called his name, hoping that he was still close enough to hear and answer. When she heard no reply, she ran to the SUV and tried to think of where he might have fled.

The first stop was the cemetery his old crypt was in. She rushed through the tombstones and burst into the door, much like days past. She was breathing heavily, looking around her, and noticed that the place was just like she had last seen it, when it had belonged to Clem.


Nothing had been moved, nothing was out of place, and there was no smell of roasting vampire. Just to be sure, she checked the downstairs.

Next was Willie’s. It was empty, but there was still plenty of alcohol there. Then there was the Bronze. In none of those places did she get the tingly feelings that screamed the presence of a vampire, much less Her Vampire. Buffy was running out of options, and she wasn’t sure there were any other places he would go. Xander’s apartment, maybe? Giles’ old house? Or was he just wandering around the sewers, trying to make sense of things?

Exhaustion began to take over. She was sure there were many places she still had to check. He could have returned to the mall, or to the store, just to get out of the sunlight. He needed shelter from the day. But her body desperately needed rest.

She wrapped her arms around herself as she got out of the SUV. It felt like betrayal on her part, like she was giving up the search. There also seemed to be a chill in her body that she could not banish, despite the heat. She couldn’t shake the fear that he might do something stupid, and die all over again.


Did he want to be dead? Had he been somewhere peaceful before she dragged him into her fantasy world? Did he remember his afterlife, along with his death, and think that this was hell, just as she had when she had returned?

The house was too empty for her. Buffy finally noticed that the door had been wide open all along, and took the time to close it once she made it inside. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but the tears had already come. She hadn’t noticed the wetness on her cheeks. She didn’t realize that it would feel like loosing him all over again, just because she didn’t get the chance to explain.

Buffy took the time to put the rest of the food away, trying to keep herself busy. She was in chaos on the inside. After the non-meltables were put away she trudged upstairs, her body feeling too heavy. She stepped into the room and slowly pulled off the clothes that she had scrambled to put back on once Spike had fled. It hadn’t sunk in at the time that she could very well have run out the door naked, since no one would have been around to notice.

Buffy was reluctant to crawl into bed. She didn’t want to be alone again now that she had shared that bed with him. It was where she had made love to him, had slept in his arms, and held him in hers. Peering over at the nightstand, she saw what was left of the massage oil they had used, and the feather. She closed her eyes and tried to fight off the images, but couldn’t help but remember the look of utter joy and amazement when she had finally told him she loved him. She saw his laughter in the mall, the teasing glint in his eye, his looks of barely contained passion, and felt his cool, hard body pressed against hers…

Shaking the feelings aside, she pulled the blanket up until she was almost hiding underneath, then drifted into an uneasy sleep.

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It was dark where she was. The only source of light seemed to radiate from what looked on the surface like a middle aged, balding man. His skin was sickly pale. The only things giving away his true nature were his dark, swirling eyes. One moment his eyes would be pitch black, then they would seem to swirl around in their sockets and then glow with an unearthly light.

“Every wish has its consequences,” the demon told her. “If I give you this time, would you really be willing to let your lover go, after? Can you watch him die again?”

It wasn’t dark anymore. The demon was gone. She turned quickly in time to see the hordes of Turok-Han destroyed by blinding light. The cavern she was in was already beginning to crumble, and everything was shaking.

Buffy turned quickly and saw him – and herself. He and her double had their hands joined, even as his was on fire. The ground gave another lurch and the two were separated.

“Now go!” She heard Spike shout.

With one more desperate look towards him, her double took off up the stairs. Meanwhile Buffy ran quickly towards Spike. There was still time…if she hadn’t listened to him there would have been time to take off the amulet, and then…

Spike had a satisfied grin on his face, his expression collected and defiant. “I wanna see how it ends…”

Buffy could only stop and stare as he began to laugh in the face of death while his skin slowly burned away.

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“No!” She sat up quickly, looking around her for a flaming Spike. Instead, she only saw darkness in her room. She looked at the clock and realized she had slept only two hours. But it was already sunset. And now she knew exactly where he had gone.

“Oh god…the school…the Hellmouth!”