A/N: Thanks again to the fantastic Bloody Tears Of Life - couldn't have posted this without u!


Buffy ran, her heart beating wildly as she headed straight for the science labs. She skidded into the room, her innocent eyes widening at the scene before her.

Her mother, Giles, Xander and Willow, and another kid from school were tied up before her. She vaguely recognized the boy as Ben, a member of the basketball team. They were flanked by four mean looking vamps, all muscle and brawn, their beefy arms clenching in anticipation of fighting the Slayer, trying to intimidate the small girl that stood before them.

Unfortunately for them, Buffy wasn’t scared; she was pissed.

Whipping out her last stake, she flew into a flurry of kicks and punches, darting in and out of her large enemies.

Her slight figure and rage at her loved ones being captured leant her extra strength as she dusted the over-grown jerks. Her body twisted, melded and bent, avoiding a multitude of well-aimed blows, receiving few hits. She panted as the last pile of dust settled, exhausted from her fight, and quickly set about freeing the captives.


“Buffy?” her mother faintly inquired, coming to after the shock of being kidnapped.


Buffy’s eyes misted, as she fumbled with the constraints. “I’m here Mom,” she shakily reassured, undoing the ropes on Ben after helping her mother. She was just untying Giles, bending down at his knees, when she saw his eyes widen with shock. But his warning scream of “Buffy!” was too late, as a blinding blow to the head left her slumped motionless on the floor.

A small trickle of blood from her head weaved a dark red river on the white linemen floor as Buffy sank into darkness, unable to hear the hysterical cries of her mother and friends.


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“Tut tut, pet,” the familiar, seductive voice whispered deliciously into her head, stirring her from her dazed revere.

A cool finger trailed from her temple down to her cheek, a searing relief from the heat she felt coursing through her body.


Spike.


Her body shivered at his touch, instinctively leaning into his hand for more as her mind yelled warnings and flashing neon signs that clearly read: STAY AWAY.

Buffy groaned, at the conflict in her head, wincing from the pain as her eyes fluttered open. Blue cerulean eyes connected with glazed green, jolting Buffy awake.

Spike frowned at the discomfort Buffy was obviously feeling and kissed her head, licking away the blood and sealing her wound shut.

Giles and Xander shuddered. To them it seemed a gross display of the master vampire plundering Buffy’s defenceless body, sadistically licking her life essence away, like an appetizer.

Buffy shuddered also, but for completely different reasons.

Spike’s touch felt gentle. Tender. Caring.

Shocked at her thoughts, she looked down, seeing that she was tied to a chair like the others.


“Ben. What did I say about the bloody Slayer? Don’t touch her. She’s for me,” Spike growled at the incompetent fledge whose idiotic smile fell from his face.


“I’m sorry Master,” he stuttered, “but she was trying to free the others.”

Spike scowled, and turned back to the Slayer, noticing her beautiful green eyes had turned dark and stormy.

“Ben,” she hissed, trying to twist herself free from the chair. “I take it your to blame for the bump I’m sporting?” The fury in her voice was barely contained.

Spike grinned at the wild woman before him.

God, she was fierce…

He could feel her power pulsating from that delightful body. He cocked in his head adorably, listening to her heart, steady and strong, her passion resounding with every beat.

“Well Slayer,” he drawled, slapping Ben on the back. “The boy here was our honey trap. A ‘plan B’ so to speak, just in case you were able to reach our precious hostages. Never saw him coming, did you?” he chuckled, noting her flashing eyes as she gritted her teeth, squirming against her binds.

“Here's the deal luv.” Spike spun a chair round, straddling it so he could face her. “You want them to live?”

He tossed his head towards her friends and family. “All you gotta do is agree to come with me. A willing slave so to speak whilst I fix you up.”

Xander squeaked at this, his jealously rising up to the surface.

“As if BleachBoy!” he yelled angrily. “Buffy wouldn’t go or touch you willingly if you were the last dirty vampire in the world!”

Spike snarled, snapping up from where he sat, rushing to Xander’s side in superhuman speed.

“Listen boy,” he spat, his eyes flashing golden. “If you want Buffy and all your little chums to live, I’d suggest you shutting the fuck up.”

He trailed his fangs from his ear down to his neck. He grinned, noting the boys racing heart and obvious trembling.

He straightened, playing with the coppery strands of the pale red-head on his right, who was obviously so dear to his Slayer.

His Slayer? Ahh bleedin’ hell. My slayer to KILL. That’s all!

Angry at his thoughts, he pictured Dru, twirling in their room where he left her.

A wistful smile tugged at his lips and he turned back to the red head with a hardening resolve. He grabbed her hand, smirking at the tears pooling in her eyes.

“See Slayer? You don’t want to watch me torture your little gal-pal here now do you?” He snapped one of Willow’s fingers back, smiling at the satisfying crack of bones breaking.

Willow screamed, as her felt her finger snap, desperately trying to claw her damaged hand back, her nails scraping at his hands. Spike chuckled at her struggle and promptly snapped another, inducing further wails of pain.

He turned to the Slayer, dropping Willow’s hand, seemingly bored already of
his petty ministrations of pain.

Buffy’s eyes were not full of tears as he expected, instead he was surprised to see black eyes, spitting fire at him.

My God. She’s furious at me! Not the little pushover I expected. It will be even more enjoyable to watch her break…

Happy at the new revelations, Spike turned to Joyce, deciding to push his little golden kitten further. Whipping out his lighter and motioning for Ben to come forward with a can of petrol.

“You know the smell of burning flesh bleedin’ reeks,” Spike commented casually, as he doused Joyce’s trousers and shoes with the liquid.

“Really?” Buffy quipped sardonically. “Why don’t you perch on the window there and watch the sun rise to give us all a demonstration? I sure wouldn’t mind smelling you burn to a crisp…”

Spike snapped round, kicking Joyce’s chair to the floor, causing her to fall backwards, hitting her head on the ground with a wincing smash.

Buffy’s eyes widened, biting her lip upon hearing her mothers anguished moans.

“Listen here little girl,” Spike spat. “I don’t think you’re quite in a position to act lippy, do you?” he asked, squeezing her arms with such a vicious strength it brought tears to Buffy’s eyes.

The room was quiet, except for Willow’s quiet sobbing and Joyce’s dazed moans.

Buffy glanced round, seeing Giles and Xander’s bruises for the first time, and her stomach knotted in anger. She wasn’t stupid, she could see there was no way out. Realization punched her right in the stomach, and she blinked away tears of helplessness from her young eyes.

“Okay.”

Her whispered surrender was barely heard apart from the two vampires in the room.

Spike grinned, his fangs glinting in the light as he released Buffy’s arms from his iron grip. His hands now turned soothing, as he rubbed away the pain he had caused, his eyes suddenly contrite. Buffy looked away, unsure on how to deal with this sudden sorrowful Spike.

Don’t be stupid Buffy, this is the vampire that just broke a guy’s neck!

Buffy shrank back in fear. Aware that she had retreated from him, Spike straightened up and called for his men who had positioned themselves outside the room.

“Right. Time to leave, no hurting these lovely ladies and gents here.” He gestured to Willow, Joyce, Giles and Xander. He spun to face Buffy’s watcher. “You best not cause me any hassle now Watcher,” he warned, his voice dangerous. “I’m gonna let Buffy recover, and then we are going to have ourselves a proper fight. When I win, she’ll be mine alright? I want none of the poncey Watchers of Wankers sending men over here. I’m doing this by the book. Honourable like. The Slayer gets a chance.”

Giles stuttered, trying to push his glasses back up his nose with his bound hands.

“But.. But I don’t quite understand. Why would you allow her that chance to beat you?”

Spike smirked. The twat didn’t have a clue. “’Cos mate, I’m a guy who wants a fair fight. I want to beat the Slayer, not because I can manipulate her into surrender, but because I’m better than her.”

This earned a giggle from Buffy. Offended, Spike cocked his head at her.

“Something funny pet?”

Buffy smiled suddenly, and Spike smiled back at her infectious grin.

“You think you can beat me. That’s funny. So why are you keeping me captive before the fight?” she asked innocently.

Spike smiled as he untied his golden beauty from the chair, trailing his hand from her face.

Buffy sighed, her body welcoming his touch despite her previous warnings. She didn’t notice when he nuzzled into her neck, until he suddenly plunged his fangs into her neck.

Spike took three long drags until his body hummed with the powerful elixir that was Buffy’s blood. He cradled her unconscious body to his chest pressing a light kiss to her temple before striding out, oblivious to the protesting cries and screams of her friends.

“Because you’re mine.”