Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all characters belonging to the show are in no way my creation. I do not take credit and I make no money off of the fanfiction I write. Song is by Evanescence.

Author’s Note: Thank you thank you thank you to all my wonderful reviewers! Not much time left till the end now. .> Also, big thanks to The Space Between, who made me an absolutely gorgeous banner for the story.
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The 6th Night



Meet me after dark again and I'll hold you
I am nothing more than to see you there

And maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn…




His skin was so smooth under her hands, and each thrust of his hips brought her closer and closer to completion. Spike’s brow brushed against hers, then his lips found hers in a tender kiss. Buffy’s breathing was heavy, and the motions of their lovemaking were growing more and more frantic.

He filled her perfectly. She watched as his eyes shut, and she enjoyed the sounds of his passion. Her legs were wrapped around his hips. Her hands moved slowly up and down his smooth, well-muscled back, instead of her nails raking at his skin. She was worshiping him the way he always had her.

“Oh god, just like that…” Her hips moved with his, meeting every thrust with frenzied need. “Oh god…yes…YES…SPIKE!”

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Spike grinned as he nipped at her fingertip. “So, Buffy Summers is going to London.”

“Yep.” The Slayer rolled her eyes, giggling as she pulled her fingers away from her lover’s lips. “Giles is going to start a new council. He also now has all the council’s money.”

The vampire raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”

The two of them were lying side by side on the bed, facing one another. Their limbs were still partially entangled.

“Mm hmm.” Buffy replied. Her fingertips were moving across Spike’s chest, slowly stroking him. “The Slayer gig now comes with a paycheck. Can you believe it?”

Spike grinned, genuinely happy to hear it. “So you finally get a paycheck, and you get to travel the world. Now that sounds like fun.”

“Yeah…” Buffy appeared solemn for a moment. Her eyes found his again. “Feels like something’s missing, though.”

His soft smile held only the barest amount of sadness. He took her wandering hand in his own and raised it to his lips, brushing a soft kiss across her knuckles. “Won’t seem that way forever.”

Buffy swallowed back her sadness the best she could. Her gaze found their joined hands and she kissed his hand in return.

“Who else didn’t make it?” Spike asked suddenly. “I remember you mentioning that ALMOST all the others had made it. I didn’t pay it much attention, ‘till now…been a bit preoccupied.”

She smiled a bit when he mentioned being ‘preoccupied’, but soon sobered when she thought about their losses. “Some of the potent-I mean, some of the other Slayers…some of them didn’t make it. And then…there was Anya.” Her gaze finally met Spike’s again, catching his look of surprise. “Anya didn’t make it.”

Spike avoided her eyes for a moment. He nodded slowly, swallowing hard. “That’s a shame…the demon bird was somethin’ else, you know?”

“Yeah…” She gently extracted her hand from his, then reached up and stroked his cheek with tender touches. “Did you and her…I mean, well…” When his gaze turned back to her, she looked down at what little space was between them. “I mean…when you and her…did you feel…”

“I wasn’t in love with her. There were no real feelins of that sort there.”

Buffy swallowed back a sigh of relief. “Well, it’s none of my business, I know that…” She rushed to defend her question.

Spike cut her off with a kiss, his lips caressing hers lovingly. He began to trace his fingers gently through her hair, doing his best to sooth her. “I want you to know that my intention was never to hurt you, Buffy. That’s not what I wanted. I was thinking of you…even though the whole bloody idea was to NOT think about you. For just one night…just one hour…I wanted to be able to stop thinkin about you, and stop feelin like I couldn’t possibly be whole unless I saw you.

“We were both in pain…having been thrown away by our lovers…and of course, it helped that we were snockered on top of it…”

“I understand…” Buffy nodded. “I didn’t then, but…I do now.”

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His hands wandered her body, fanning the flames of desire that was constantly there for him. Buffy was bent over the counter in the kitchen, the cool tile and her lover’s cool skin caressing her hot flesh. Her knees were shaking; her legs threatening to give way as he pumped smoothly into her tight and very wet passage from behind.

Their movements were slow and sensual, Buffy moving back to meet each thrust. Spike’s hands worshipped her, his mouth caressing the back of her neck with tender kisses…

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“What was it like?” Buffy snuggled closer to her lover, closing her eyes as she felt his chin rest on the top of her head. “Getting your soul back?”

Spike thought her question over for a moment. He was slowly tracing his fingers through her silky golden hair. He leaned back against the couch, one arm draped over the woman he loved while she rested on his lap.

“It was like…bein’ split in half.”

Buffy listened silently, tracing her fingertips gently over his chiseled chest, and occasionally brushing her thumb against a small nipple.

“It’s like…half of you has been sleepin’ in very peaceful oblivion since the day you died. There’s a bright flash, a lot of bloody pain, and the last thing you remember is dyin’ in an alleyway, at the fangs of some strange woman. Then once you start wonderin where you are and where the bloody hell the clothes you remember bein in are, things start rushin back…memories that don’t feel like your own come bombarding you out of nowhere until they bring you to your knees in agony. And then there’s the other side of you…the demon that you’ve been for all that time, still perfectly aware, and being introduced to more guilt and anguish than it’s ever known.”

“It’s like thinking with two separate minds at the same time. It isn’t until weeks later that the two start to combine, start to become just one mind again. Make sure to never tell the git I said this, but in some ways I think I have it a little easier than Angel. I only had the split personality problem for a week or so, but I honestly think that’s only because my demon went along with it. He bloody well asked for it, didn’t he? Plus, he had already gotten a taste of guilt…either way, he was far more willing than Angelus ever was.”

“So instead of just living with some split personality”, Buffy finished for him. “The two sides just became one person.”

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Buffy explored his chiseled abs with her lips and tongue. She moved her hair slowly along the skin of his thighs, teasing him with the soft, intimate contact. She trailed soft kisses all across his hips, her hand wrapping around his length. She heard him take in a harsh breath and looked up at him long enough to see him grasp the edge of the headboard.

Her warm fingers squeezed him, and her tongue stroked the head of his cock. She moved her tongue in soft, slow circles as she began to pump him with her hand. She heard his heated groan of pleasure and smiled with mischief on her mind. She took the tip between her warm lips and suckled hard on him, looking up at Spike to watch him clench his teeth and arch his back up off the bed.

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Buffy traced her fingers through Spike’s white curls. His head rested on her chest, and though he didn’t need it, he took a breath to match each one of hers. She lay flat on the bed, enjoying the afterglow with the lover that lay half draped on top of her.

“Why did you love Drusilla?” Buffy used her fingertips to trace small designs over the back of Spike’s neck, occasionally tickling the small hairs that had escaped from their gel prison.

“Dru was…” He paused for a moment, looking back at the memories of his first love. “She was…mystery and mayhem…moonlight and madness. She was so very wicked, and yet she had a child’s innocence. She could be completely awed by the simplest of beauties. I made it my bloody mission in life to keep her awed as often as possible.”

“You on the other hand…” Spike placed gentle kisses all along her chest, then used the tip of his tongue to tease one of her nipples. “Are sunlight and strength…fire and passion. You’re fierce…and not so much innocent as just plain childish.”

Buffy gave him a smack on the shoulder, and he laughed. He moved his kisses upwards before brushing his lips softly against her neck.

“You’re everything I wasn’t supposed to want.” He continued. He put his weight on his elbows so he could look her in the eye. “Your turn.”

“Hmm?” She looked up at him in drowsy confusion.

“Your turn to answer a question. Why did you love the Great Poof?”

Rolling her eyes, Buffy sighed. “I assume you mean Angel?”

“Know many other Poofs? Well, you probably do…”

“Spike…”

“Well, I’m just sayin’…”

She interrupted him with soft fingertips brushing across his full bottom lip. “Why do you hate him so much?” Her gaze was searching, the question more than casual.

“I asked first.” He kissed her fingertips, his gaze never leaving her. “Why did you love him?”

“Angel…we…” She sighed, casting her gaze up to the ceiling. “It was more like a fairy tale romance than anything else. There wasn’t any actual sense to it. It was just…feeling. Learning to feel. We were both just learning how to love…kind of going blind into it, you know?”

Spike smiled softly. “Blind leading the blind?”

“Yeah…no wonder we both fell so hard. And then crashed…and burned…and got crushed to itty-bitty pieces…” She looked down at him, tracing her fingertips over his arms. “Now answer my question…why do you hate him so much?”

He sighed. “Well, for one thing, he’s a right wanker.” Buffy gave him a look, but he ignored it. “For another, he was a terrible Sire. He was an abusive bastard, and thought himself the king of all. And lastly…everything just…came easy for him. And yeah…I hated him for it.”

Spike rolled off of her, lying on his side beside her. Buffy shifted to face him, reaching out to take his hand. “What do you mean?”

“Everything…everything was just…handed to him, time and again. It sounds childish, I know…but…bein a vampire came easy for him. Being evil wasn’t a second nature, it was a first…where as I had to learn it. The wanker had to teach me, and he was right sadistic about it. I had to work three times as hard to be half the vampire he was.”

“Then there’s Dru… all he had to do was torture and turn her, and she was enamored forever more. You know, I had to court her for near 20 soddin years before she really fell in love with me. And even then, I think she picked me partially because she knew her daddy wasn’t stayin for long. And then there’s the soul…I may have it a little easier because my two sides get along, but he still had it handed to him. He never wanted to be something more. I’m the one who worked at it; I’m the one who fought for it. Plus, he had a sodden century to start becoming a better man with it, and what does he do? Spends the entire time singin the ‘Oh Pity Me’ song.”

“And then…there’s you. All he had to do was be there, and you fell into his arms just like Dru did. He enchanted you, and you held on to that; you still do. He killed a friend of yours, tried to kill you, tried to end the world…and as soon as he gets his soul shoved back into him, all’s forgiven. You coddled him, and he didn’t have to EARN a bloody thin-“

She cut off his long-winded rant with a deep kiss. Immediately his grudges were forgotten, replaced by desire for her. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her close to his body.

Buffy surprised him again by pulling away. “I’m not here with Angel. I don’t want to be here with Angel. There’s no one in this world or any other that I want to be here with more than you. You know that…right?”

Spike grinned, then kissed her forehead, right between the eyes. “If Angel and I happen to meet some time in the great beyond, can I repeat that to him?”

She smacked him hard in the chest and he burst out laughing.

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His soft lips caressed her inner thighs. His hands held her hips and kept her from falling forward when his tongue moved slowly over her slit. Her startled gasp of pleasure made him impossibly hard. He parted her pussy lips, then teased her entrance with slow, leisurely strokes of his tongue.

“Spike…” Buffy’s legs trembled, threatening to send her toppling over. She was on her knees, with Spike laying flat on his back beneath her. The vampire was making sure there wasn’t even an inch between her sex and his face.

Spike’s teasing tongue moved from her entrance to her clit, flicking over it. He rubbed it in slow circles, then took it between his lips and suckled on it. The Slayer above him bucked her hips towards his face and cried out in agonizing ecstasy. As soon as his fingers thrust into her soaking passage her orgasm hit with startling force, soaking his lips and chin in her juices.


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“So what will you do now?” He placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder.

“Good question…” Buffy’s fingers laced through his, and she held his hand close to her chest. He could feel her heart beat against his fingers. “Giles is starting a new council…there are hundreds of Slayers to train. Faith is taking over the Cleveland Hellmouth. Robin’s going with her. Willow’s involved with Kennedy and going to-“

Spike snorted. “You know, after Tara, I kind of thought Red had better taste than that.”

Buffy grimaced in distaste. “Yeah, I know what you mean…”

“But what about you? Beyond London, and an actual paycheck sans the grease…what do you want, Buffy?”

The Slayer moved closer to him. He was spooned against her body behind her, his arm draped over her and his face nuzzled against her neck. And still, even with him right next to her, he didn’t seem nearly close enough.

“I don’t know…” She shrugged. “I’m still not going to be ‘normal-girl’. I don’t know if I want to go back to college…I’ve always wanted to see Rome…that can be a goal, right?”

“I’ve been to Rome.” Spike said. “Didn’t like it all that much…but then, I wasn’t very popular there at the time, either.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Can’t imagine why.”

“Hey!” He bit at her shoulder and growled, causing a slight squeal to escape the exhausted Slayer beside him. “I’m just sayin, you don’t have to restrict yourself to Rome. You might hate it. You might love it. But either way, you’ve got the world now. Go to Paris and wrinkle your little nose in confusion because you can’t understand a bloody word they’re saying. Go to Bermuda and get lost without a curse because you can’t read a bloody map to save your life. Go to Africa and get bitten, or stung by something so you have an excuse to make Dawn carry everything for you. Climb a mountain somewhere and forget your gear. And for Christ’s sake, Slayer, when you’re in London, find someone who looks and talks just like me and give ‘em a good punch in the nose. It always kept your spirits up before.”

She tried to laugh. She wanted to smile and giggle and be carefree with him. She looked up at the clock and watched the seconds tick by. As soon as the sun rose it would be the beginning of their last day together…would they even have that night?

“I don’t care about that…” Her voice was such a soft whisper, Spike only caught it because of his enhanced hearing. “I don’t want those places…or those things, or that time…I don’t want to think about next month, or next year…” She squeezed his hand hard, bringing it up to her lips to kiss his fingers. “I just want what’s right here, ok?”

He watched her as her shoulders began to shake. He pulled the blanket up over their naked and exhausted bodies, then just held her against his still chest. Spike placed small, tender kisses all across her shoulder and neck before settling beside her to watch her rest. “Ok.”






If only night can hold you where I can see you, my love
Then let me never ever wake again

And maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn

Somehow I know that we can’t wake again from this dream
It's not real, but it's ours…


Evanescence – Before the Dawn