You know there are quite a few American beers that are highly underrated. This, unfortunately, is not one of them.

~Spike~
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2 more pitchers later...


"More BEER!" Spike yelled as he banged his fist on the table.

"Spike loud. Spike bad," Buffy uttered as she used her index finger to stir the beer in her glass.

"Spike angry. Want own beer."

By then, the bartender had left the bar (for his own safety). The six patrons in the bar had changed rapidly by the spell altered beer. The five males’ hair had grown considerable amount in length and they all had furrowed brows. They became ignorant and began to react solely on instinct. Thus becoming... dangerous.

The four patrons on the other side of the room became restless without anyone serving the beer, there wasn't much to do except for talk. But by then, their basic conversation skills had flown out the window. They began prowling about, breaking glasses and overturning tables and chairs, all the while making ape like noises.

As they began moving around separately, one picked up the scent of the only female there. He sniffed harder (all the while making loud breathing noises) and turned and looked at her as if really noticing her for the first time.

"Girl. Girl pretty. Want girl now." His companions, overhearing what he said, came over to see "the girl."

"Look girl."

"Girl pretty."

"Smells nice."

"Want girl. Want girl now," they spoke in unison. Buffy decided on not acknowledging their presence and continued making swirls in her glass, occasionally licking her finger and the table for any stray droplets that fell. Spike on the other hand, noticed a great deal.

First, a low, deadly warning growl emanated from his throat. And when the four men paid no heed to him, he changed into his game face and threw the table upside down as he stood. This, however, got Buffy's attention.

"Spike! You spilled the beer! Beer all gone now! Spike BAD!" she yelled. She then stood beside him and punched him hard in the bicep. He swayed just the slightest, but mostly held firm as he stared down the four males.

"Girl mine. Not for you." His voice was low and menacing, attempting to make the others submit. Two, however, decided to challenge Spike anyway. They both rushed him, and Spike just grabbed them by their throats, growling before hurling them across the room. The other two instantly got the message and recognized him as the alpha male.

"Mine!" he yelled, hitting himself in the chest. He promptly grabbed Buffy and threw her over his shoulder. He left the bar and made a mad dash into the woods. Buffy all the while was kicking and screaming. But not because he took her away, but because she couldn't have anymore beer.

"Spiiike, put Buffy down," she whined. He figured they were far away enough from the other males and did as she asked.

"Where we go, Spike?" She pouted at him, thinking about her precious beer.

"Buffy Spike's. Slayer mine," he said as he advanced upon her.

"No," she whispered, all the while not backing away.

"Spike strong. Buffy strong. Buffy mine." He inched closer with each syllable.

"Buffy Slayer.” She hit her chest for emphasis. “Spike Vampire. Wrong."

"Not wrong. Right. Very right. Strong and strong and..." he trailed off as his hand reached out and touched her cheek. It then traveled down her neck, over her collar bone, and stopped its descent to her small pert breast. Her breathing increased and the scent of her arousal began to permeate the air around them, causing the grip he had on her breast to tighten. She looked him in the eye and said one word in a low voice.

"Yours."

Spike gave a low growl of satisfaction to her response. Their movements were quick. In a matter of seconds, her shirt and bra were literally ripped off. His duster and two shirts were discarded as well. As they commenced in frenzied kisses, they quickly unbuttoned and unzipped each other's pants.

Once Buffy accomplished her task, she immediately grabbed his erection and began pumping him hard and fast. He grunted in pleasure and roughly pulled her to him. He pushed her to the ground, then yanked off her boots and pants. With him on top (and without hesitation), he plunged into her sopping wet heat with one long, hard, determined thrust.

She grabbed his hands in hers and stretched them above her head, meeting him for each of his powerful thrusts. As he became closer to the edge, he vamped out. Her eyes grew wide in surprise, but she wasn't afraid. He took one of her legs and put it over his shoulder to drive deeper into her. Right before he came, he sunk his fangs into her throbbing jugular. She clutched his head as he sent her tumbling into oblivion, filling her with his mystical, undead semen.

After he came down, he released her neck and the demon receded. He gingerly licked at the two puncture wounds. Once cave Buffy got her bearings, she put her leg down and flipped them over. He gazed at her in astonishment (and something else she couldn't quite figure) as her golden hair was highlighted by the rays of the setting sun. He cupped her cheek and brought her face down to his for a passionate kiss, which she returned with equal fervor. After a minute or so, he was ready again. She then pulled away from his lip lock.

"Again. Again now," she cooed into his ear. She then placed her hands on his chest and began to ride him with no mercy. He gripped her hips and began making a noise somewhere in between a guttural growl and a moan.

As she got closer, she began squeezing his shaft harder with her Slayer strength, causing his eyes to roll back. Though she was close, she was determined to make him come first. So, she did the unimaginable to him. She bent over him and bit him as hard as she could with her blunt, human teeth on his neck, causing a few drops of blood to spill.

The shock of the act sent him well over the edge, sending long spurts of fluid inside of her. She screamed with her own release and collapsed on his chest. Before sleep overtook them both, she murmured in his ear with purpose (although tiredly), " Mine."


Giles' Flat


"Xander, what happened? Where's Buffy?" a flustered Giles asked worriedly.

"I don't know. I ran over to help her, but before I could even get a 'Buffy, look out!' Spike kinda knocked me unconscious." Again, he thought to himself and gave an exasperated sigh.

"You okay?" Willow asked in a concerned voice.

"Yeah, fine. But when I woke up, both of them were gone. I checked the dorm, her house- it's like she vanished..." Xander trailed off.

"Dear lord. We have to find her, and quickly. Anything could have happened to her," Giles said more to himself than to the others.

"But as of right now, Spike's pretty much invincible guy, right?" Oz asked in monotone.

"Yes, since he got hold of the ring, which wasn't supposed to exist, right Giles?" Anya inquired.

"Yes, Anya. Thank you. Dammit! It was supposed to have been a myth." In his anger and frustration, Giles whipped off his glasses, giving them a good rub with the end of his shirt.

"He's probably out there with her now. Making her his eternal sex slave or something," Anya said thoughtfully.

"Ahn-" Xander said in a warning tone.

"But the sex would probably be amazing considering the stamina of-"

"Anya! Stop!" Xander yelled, walking over briskly to his pseudo girlfriend.

"God! How can you talk like that? Buffy would never let that happen," Willow said. Oz squeezed her hand in a comforting way.

"Geez. Just saying what you all were most certainly thinking," Anya complained. “And even if you weren’t thinking it, I’m still probably right…” she muttered under her breath, though everyone still heard the comment.

"Well, we don't know. Maybe she just wanted some alone time. You know, after the big fight?" Willow suggested and desperately hoped at the same time.

"As much as I would like to believe that Willow, I...." Giles started, but didn't have the heart to finish the thought.

"Giles, we'll find her. We will." Willow looked at him, determination written all over her face. Giles gave her a wan smile in response before going to the kitchen to help himself to a brandy.