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Blood of My Blood by Blood Faerie
 
Chapter Three
 
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Blood of My Blood
Chapter 3


AN: Bear with me, this chapter's not as betaed as the others since of course people are busy with the holidays. A big thanks to Meg and Zoe for having a look at it.



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The next few days went more smoothly after Buffy’s promise. They slept the day away, resting and healing. At night, Spike insisted on checking her wounds then went off to hunt. She really hoped he wasn’t killing and just tried not to think about it. Also in the file marked ‘Egypt’, she tried not to think too much about how he continued to bring back fast food for her.

After the embarrassment, it led to bad thoughts about a naked Spike and just how athletic he could be. There would be a world of wrongness at the end of that path. Somehow, it seemed like it would be taking advantage of Spike to even entertain the thought of that sort of relations with him while he was feral. No matter how he seemed to want it. He wasn’t in his right mind, though, so it would be wrong.

Besides dwelling on troubling thoughts, she didn’t have much to do during the day. Lying in bed got old quickly and while Spike didn’t like her exerting herself while she was healing, she needed to move around a bit. So what did she do? She started nesting, fixing up their little home, not sure how long they would be staying there.

Was she seriously thinking of her and Spike in terms of “them” and as if they would be living together for awhile?

Buffy clapped her un-injured hand over her head and screwed up her face. “Egypt. Egypt. Egypt!!

A sigh escaped her lips as she calmed herself down, dropping to sit on the settee.

Well, there was the claim. That kind of bound them together as a “them” with definite absoluteness. It also made it clear that they would be together for some time. She just needed to find out more about claims and if there was anything she could do about it. However, where would she get the information she needed?

Giles? Maybe or maybe not. He might not want to talk to her at all and if he did, he definitely wasn’t going to be happy to find out she might be involved with another vampire seemingly moments after getting rid of her previous vampire lover. Not to mention, the council would be a piss poor source of reliable information on vampire mating practices.

The only other person she could have asked was sucked into Acathla after she dusted him.

Some part of her still thought that Spike wouldn’t be too pleased about the situation when he regained his senses. When he got wind of having claimed her while feral he would go about doing something about their predicament. She only had to wait for the real Spike to get back in the driver’s seat.

The doors burst open and the vampire in question came running in at full tilt. Spike skid to a stop in front of her and began looking her over frantically. Buffy was confused at his behaviour until she remembered her outburst and realized he must have felt her distress over the link. Damn mental bond. If only she could figure out how to use it to get into his head. Maybe she couldn’t while he was feral?

“Sp-Tarzan, Tarzan,” she said, grasping his lower arms to get his attention. “I’m okay. I was just...thinking to myself about something and got frustrated. You can relax.”

Noticeably pacified, he sat down on the settee next to her to nuzzle her neck near his mark, purring softly. “My Buffy.”

His rough tongue darted out to trace the mark and a shiver traveled through her body. How was she going to last until he became Spike again if he kept doing stuff like that? She braced her good arm against his chest to keep him at bay.

“Did you feed?” She slowly turned her face to look into his amber eyes. He gave a nod and she forced herself not to ask what would confirm her fears about how he was feeding. “Well, I need to go out.”

Spike’s expression darkened and he went for the mark again. “No leave.”

“No. No. No.” She darted away before he could resume his assault on her neck. “Not leave. I need to get things and I promise I’ll be back. We got this claim thing, right? And you can see into my head, right? So don’t you see I’m telling the truth? And even if I did try to go, you’d be able to find me and you’d only drag me back.”

The vampire mulled that over for a moment, as much as his limited mental processes allowed. “I go.”

Her eyes took in his naked form that she had previously been trying to avoid noticing. “You...you can’t go to the mall like that.” A blush crept into her cheeks and she was pretty sure she wasn’t jealous at all at the thought of other girls seeing his impressive package. Oh, she did not just think about Spike’s package. Package of Spike. Ew ew ewwwwww!

“I have to go to the mall,” she told him, taking a couple steps back to put some needed distance between them. “I need clean clothes of my own instead of continuing to wear your shirts and I am not wearing Dru’s clothes after they were tainted by that skanky ho-bag.”

Her nose scrunched up. “Well, I’ll need something to wear to the mall, but afterwards I am scrubbing very hard and burning the offending scraps of cloth. Also, I need toiletries and other stuff like that if I’m going to continue living here.”

A shake of her head and a sigh of resignation before she turned to go see if she could find anything acceptable in Drusilla’s things. She had come across them along with Angel’s and Spike’s things while searching the mansion on her daily wanderings.

Her way was quickly blocked by Spike, though, and she tilted her head. “What?”

“I go.” His tone was forceful, leaving no room for argument. “Protect mate.”

Her teeth ground together for a moment then she sighed. “Fine, but you are so wearing clothes!”

Buffy flounced past him in the direction of Drusilla’s room first, not surprised when he followed. The door was shut firmly in his face before he could follow her into the room. There would be at least some sense of privacy and getting her way.

In the wardrobe, she found a white dress and some black boots. With a belt of Spike’s, this outfit could work and no one would know she had been forced to wear the clothes of a demented hoochie. She put the items on then went to open the door. Spike nearly fell into the room from leaning against that door and she stepped over him to walk across the hall to what had been his room. It wasn’t anymore because the vampire was bunking with her now. He probably didn’t even know he had a room.

A wad of bills was stolen from Spike’s wallet to pay for their little shopping trip then changing her mind, she just put the whole wallet in her pocket.

“Now, let’s get you into something and we can go,” she said as she headed over to his closet.

A good bit later, Buffy had finally wrestled Spike into a pair of jeans and a black tee. She thrust his Doc Martins at him then went to find the belt she wanted to borrow, assuming he would at least know how to put shoes on. Wrong. When she turned back around, he was sniffing the insides and trying to put them on his head.

“Here.” Her voice softened and she took the shoes from him so that she could put them on for him. She told herself it was only because it would go faster this way. Once she was finished, she stood up to look him over, “Now, you’re all with the non-dangly showing.”

Spike looked up at her and she realized there was another problem to address before they went out into public.

“I really can’t take you to the mall with that, either,” Buffy said, motioning to his demon face, which he had been wearing constantly since turning feral. “Can’t you at least try to put it away for a little bit? For me?”

She affected her most angelic face, hoping to use his soft spot for her to her advantage. It worked as he seemed to be struggling with himself for a moment before his features slowly shifted to his human guise almost reluctantly. A sigh of relief escaped her lips and she gave him a soft smile.

“It’s nice to see those baby blues again.” The thought slipped out before she could stop it and she blushed brightly. Turning away, she quickly changed the subject, “We better hurry before all the stores close.”

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Buffy had an armful of clothes after a bit and she started towards the fitting room before remembering Spike. She couldn’t leave him out here unattended like a rowdy child full of sugar. A blonde mannequin was spared some obscene pawing when she pulled the vampire towards the back. It might be weird to have him in there with her, but it was better than letting him out of her sight. Really, she had seen him naked for the last few days and they were sort of married at the moment.

“Just, um, sit right there while I try these on,” she told him with a gentle push towards the seat in the corner of the cubicle. “If you behave I’ll get you one of those mannequins to play with.”

He actually had the audacity to arch his brow at her like he was insulted.

Changing was a bit awkward with her trying her best to flash him as little as possible while she slipped in and out of clothes. To make matters worse, his eyes never left her body and were starting to bleed gold again. A blush was starting to creep not just over her cheeks, but surprisingly all over her body as well. She hurried to finish and once she had tried everything on, she paused to look at the clothes to decide if she wanted to wear any of the outfits out of the store instead of Dru’s nasty rags.

While standing there in her underwear, her attention was only off Spike for a moment but it was long enough for him to make a move towards her. Before she knew what was happening, he had her pinned to the wall and his tongue was sliding into her gasping mouth.

Her brain knew they shouldn’t be doing this in the fitting room. They shouldn’t be doing this period. Then his hands were roaming over her heated skin and suddenly she wasn’t sure why they weren’t supposed to be doing this. They were mates after all.

Large hands cupped her ass and pulled her up to cradle her pelvis firmly against his, grinding her into the wall. She moaned into his mouth, winding her good arm around his neck. Even through the material of their clothes, she could feel his hard erection straining to get to her. A thrust against her and she was no longer aware of where they were.

Spike licked and nibbled a path of pure fire from her mouth down to the mark on her throat. His hips continued to move against her in the age old motion of lust as his teeth worried at the scar, sending bolts of pure pleasure through her body straight to her center. Her hips moved with his, matching him thrust for thrust.

“Please...Spike, please,” she moaned, digging her fingers into his shoulder.

Immediately, Buffy found herself on the cold floor and it took her a few moments to come back to herself. She blinked up at him, wide-eyed and blushing. She wanted to feel disgusted at her wanton behaviour, but she couldn’t find it in her. All she found was hurt and confusion.

“What?” Her voice came out tiny, afraid. Ever since that morning with Angelus, she was afraid of other men having the same reaction to her. “Is something wrong?”

His eyes were amber as he snarled, “Me Tarzan!”

The outburst would have been laughable if he wasn’t giving her a look of utter disgust as he walked out of the changing room. She crawled after him, but the door was slammed in her face. A sob tore from her lips and she rested her forehead against the door, wondering how she had gotten herself into this mess. In reality, she hadn’t even done anything wrong, but he didn’t understand that.

How had the world suddenly turned so upside down that she was on her hands and knees crying over Spike’s rejection?

Quickly, she got to her feet and tossed Drusilla’s dress back on then jerked the door open to go after him. The only problem was that he wasn’t anywhere in sight. The salesgirl stopped her from running for the door and Buffy silently prayed he wasn’t far as she went back to pay for the clothes she had picked out. As soon as the bag of purchases was in her hand, she was running out the door to find her mate.

This was just great. First he molests her in the dressing room, then runs off because he doesn’t even recognize when she’s moaning his name all hot and bothered for him.

After several circuits of the mall, Buffy still hadn’t found Spike and she was pretty sure he had left the building anyway. Even un-feral, he probably would have only come here if he was looking for a younger meal, and she knew he really wouldn’t have went for “young meat” unless Drusilla needled him into it.

Thinking of that skank turned her hurt to anger and jealousy. The only good thing to be said about the bitch was that thankfully she never claimed Spike in all the years they spent together and now he was hers.

Buffy skidded to a stop outside, scared silly over that last thought. Where had Possessive Buffy come from? This whole mating thing had been a mistake and she shouldn’t be thinking of keeping him. This was just a temporary thing. Right?

“Okay, I should just finish my shopping and get home. Yes.” She gave a decisive nod and walked into the drug store on the corner. “No, wait. Not home. The mansion. The mansion is not home.”

Her good hand pressed to her temple at the further confusion in her head. “I’m going insane. That’s the only possible excuse for all the wiggy thoughts.”

As quickly as she could, Buffy went through the store picking up the essential toiletries she figured she would need as she continued living at the mansion with Spike. That’s assuming he ever showed up again after the scene in the dressing room earlier. She sure hoped he did, even if she didn’t want to explore exactly why she was anxious to see him again.

The mansion was empty when she returned, not that it surprised her really. She took her things to her room to put the clothes and other things away while waiting fretfully for Spike to return, if he did decide to come back. The time was used for thinking over what she was going to do to smooth this over. It figures the time when it would be most useful for him to be in her head with the claim that he would be avoiding it like the plague.

Maybe now would be a good time to try to use the link herself. How did one use a claim to contact one’s mate? In the movies, whenever someone had to do something “mystical” they were told to concentrate. So, Buffy tried concentrating. Nothing. Well this was a big bust.

Then she remembered how he had come running earlier when he sensed her distress. Ha! She could cry wolf and see if he came running like the overprotective mate that he was.

“Oh my! I think I’m in trouble!” she shouted at the empty room and affected a cheesy, dramatic pose.

Buffy gave a little pout when that didn’t work. Okay, so she wasn’t about to win an Oscar any time soon, so how was she going to make this believable? An idea came to her and she winced at the thought of what she was going to have to do, hoping it worked so that her pain would be worth it. She pulled off one of her boots and lifted it with the intent of slamming it down on her broken arm. This was so going to hurt.

A growl was the only warning she got before she was tackled to the ground again. She had been too preoccupied with bracing for the pain to notice the tinglies at her neck. Wide emerald eyes met his narrowed golden ones.

“Bad mate,” Spike admonished vehemently.

“The boot...it was only so I could get your attention with my pain,” she explained and wondered how she was the one sounding stupid compared to a feral vampire that called himself Tarzan. “Okay, so it was a really bad idea, but somehow it worked...I think.”

His expression softened, even in game face. He relaxed his hold on her and tossed the offending boot away before lowering his face to the crook of her neck. Cold air tickled her skin and she awkwardly put her good arm around him, patting his back as that was the only thing she could think to do.

“Look, Tarzan...earlier at the mall...” she began, biting her bottom lip. “I meant you, when I said Spike, I mean. I wasn’t thinking of some other guy. It was you, just you. I know you don’t understand, can’t understand while you’re like this, but there was no reason to get upset, okay?”

There was no response, not that she was expecting much of one from “Tarzan”. She turned her face and brought her hand to his cheek to force him to look at her. The bloody tears on his cheeks surprised her. She wasn’t sure Spike, an evil, soulless vampire, was capable of crying, let alone him with the demon in control.

“What’s this for?” Buffy asked as she brushed the tears away with her thumb. She quirked a small smile and joked, “I don’t smell that bad.”

“Tarzan scared,” he said, nodding towards the boot where it lay across the room.

She followed his gaze then sighed. “Oh. I said it was a bad idea. I was just scared, too, scared that you weren’t coming back.”

“My Buffy.” Spike told her and she marveled at how his simple, overused phrase could mean so much with just the slightest inflection in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m getting to realize that,” she said softly and started to move to get up.

His grip on her tightened and he drew her back, looking deep into her eyes before kissing her. This kiss was softer than the one in the dressing room and she wasn’t quite sure how he accomplished that around the fangs. His hands caressed her back and kept her securely planted against his hard body. Once again, he was straining against her, showing quite clearly how she affected him.

The kiss turned more passionate and his mouth returned to the mark on her neck like a honing beacon. He bit at her with blunt teeth while pressing his erection into her damp cleft. She was panting and ready to fall over the edge, her hips seeming to have a mind of their own as they bucked against his.

“Please, please bite me,” Buffy pleaded with him as she felt her release so close. “I need your fangs in me.”

Spike understood all too clearly and complied with her request eagerly. Each pull of her blood tugged at things deeper within her and sent her crashing over her peak with a scream.

“Mine,” he gasped, pulling away from her neck.

“Yours. I’m yours,” she panted in response, clinging to him like a limpet.

Picking up his mate, the vampire carried her over to the bed and laid her down gently. He was grinning and purring, happy to have pleased his mate and overjoyed when she had confirmed his claim. That was a big step towards accomplishing the plans he had for her. Now, all that stood in his way was waiting for her to fully heal. Most of her injuries were almost gone already, except for the broken arm and that was probably going to take awhile.

“Buffy needs rest.” His voice was still rough and halting, but there was no doubt he was a little more lucid after another dose of Slayer blood.

He was quickly shucking his clothes, eager to be rid of them again. Why did he need them now that they weren’t shopping anymore? His demon much preferred to be running around stark naked.

Buffy was trying not to watch him too overtly, but she was used to his nakedness by now. Then he slipped into bed with her and started reaching to remove her clothes. That wasn’t expected and she blushed, swatting at his hand with little conviction. Just token protest for her own sanity.

“Sp-Tarzan...no,” she said breathlessly.

His eyes narrowed on her. “You’re my mate.”

“I-I know...even if it might have been a mistake, and we were just...on the floor, but that was...I don’t know why I did that. You...you did the thing with the claim mark again and I can’t think when you do that and the next thing I know, I’m turning into Super Vamp Ho.”

He growled at her assessment of the situation.

“This is just too confusing! You’ll understand when you’re back to being yourself! You will! Then we’ll be able to figure out what to do about this!”

With that, she jumped up and hurried out of the room, set on being Avoid-y Girl. It was the easiest way to deal with things like this, hard things that made no sense to her. And if she stuck around him right then, she might turn into Buffy McSlutty again and this time it might not stop at just heavy petting.
 
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