Chapter Seven
Spike’s Point of View

Angelus, Angelus, Angelus. If I have to hear that damn name again I may as well carve off my own bloody ears. All Drusilla has been rattling on about in her dreams is Angelus. The mighty hero’s name isn’t even Angelus, it’s Liam. The mighty Liam will come and save us all, if only he wasn’t busy being the slayer’s lap dog. How great of a vampire can you be if you manage to supposedly “love” the slayer, your own enemy? I was under a spell and I still only managed to want to bone her.

With no warning Dru sits straight up in the bed. “He’s here.” He is? She had gone to bed without changing and now after an entire daytime of rest she looks just as she had before. Barging her way down the darkened hallway she doesn’t pause as she makes her way to an empty room on the first floor. It’s the room where she insisted on keeping some of Angelus’ belongings because she believed he would be very upset if he didn’t have them when he came back. Sure enough, rooting through the trunks of old clothes and trinkets, was Angelus. Any decent vampire could smell the demon all over him, the fresh blood coursing through him. Drusilla throws herself in his arms, and I’m left pissed off in the doorway. She mumbles how she can still taste the warm blood in his mouth after she kisses him. He sure makes a show of it as he gropes her while looking me dead in the eye.

“It’s good to have me home, ain’t it Willy Boy?” Oh it’s fucking wonderful. I stick around long enough to hear how the golden boy got his moment of happiness to lose his soul yet again. It seems that after spending a hopelessly long dreadful night with the slayer he got this overwhelming urge to sink his teeth into something. He was able to push past that soul of his to bite into a little punk teen a couple blocks away from his place. After tasting that first drop of warm human blood he went from one person to the next, plucking off each person from the group there, one by one. Dru begs for a taste and he exposes his neck.

Not wanting to see the rest I make my way out of the house and down to the cemetery. I keep a crypt there as a home away from home since I’ve been stalking the slayer. I go on a rampage kicking over gravestones, punching walls of crypts, anything to get this anger out of me. I may not breathe but my lungs feel like they are going to explode from unreleased air. Just as I’m about to kick over one more stone my leg gets kicked out from under me. Now on my back, I look up above me and see the slayer standing there.

“Just what do you think you are doing?” She asks. After getting myself up off of the ground, I finally get a good look at her. Her hair is wild around her face, her body covered in a tight black shirt, black jeans, and boots with heels. Anger is covering her face as she reaches into a bag next to her and pulls out a stake.

“Being a vampire.” I answer. Does she know? Does she know that her lover boy is back over to the dark side? Given the look on her face, do I want to be the one to tell her? “Since we’re asking questions, what’s in your bag of goodies?”

“Your death.” She’s running at me full speed, and lands a kick to my gut followed by a series of blows to my face. This small girl is unleashing more fury than I have ever seen before. Catching my balance I manage to counter a couple of her attacks and throw her back away from me.

“What the hell has gotten into you? You’re actually giving me a fight tonight.” Again she manages to get the best of me and I end up on my back. She pulls the same move that I did the other night and she pins my hands down underneath her boots. Only she has heels and it starts to pierce my skin. She’s holding a stake to my throat and I let out a chuckle. “Now we both know that isn’t where that goes, luv.”

“It will still hurt like a bitch. Why did you do it?”

“Why did I do what? Scratch that. I’m sure whatever you are referring to can easily be explained by the fact that I am a vampire!” I yell at her.

“You had to kill five people to prove that you’re so big and bad?” Her fist connects with my left eye and I can feel it quickly swelling. So she had no idea her precious little Angel was a big boy now, eh?

“You’ve got it all wrong, Slayer. It wasn’t me that killed them, not a single one. No, the person you’re looking for is a lot dumber and with much worse hair. Now, what is his name? Oh, that’s right. Angelus.” She lets up on her grip for just a second as she gets what I’m hinting at and I take that chance to get myself out from underneath her. The war going on in her head is visible as she lets me up.

“You’re lying.”

Instead of putting space between us like I should, I speak a little bit quieter while I invade her space. “Pet, if I was lying you wouldn’t know it and you wouldn’t have let me up like you did. You hesitated, deep down you know it’s a possibility. If I did it I would have no reason to lie to you. You want me dead anyway.”

“But Angel has a soul! He can’t kill someone.” Her stormy eyes stare straight into mine and I could kill Dalton. The idiot must have screwed up the spell. The fire burning inside to claim the slayer hasn’t been dulled in the least. Instead of trying to tear her head off I want to slam her up against a tree, a grave, anything for a little foreplay.

“Why not? People do it everyday. You think that every murderer is a demon? And right now, he’s off doing other naughty things I’m sure you don’t want to hear about.” Wavering, her hand with the stake falls a little opening herself up. Reaching for her, I get tackled from the side. Another teenage girl with a tremendous amount of strength is pinning me to the ground. I sigh and let my head sink into the grass. “Bloody hell!”

Buffy’s Point of View

“Wait!” I yell to Kendra. She is poised with a stake above his chest ready to plunge in for the kill. “I need answers, just leave him alone for now.”

“Answers? Do you think a vampire will tell you anything but lies? He will lie, cheat, kill and steal to get anything he wants. He was going to kill you, and now you want me to wait.” I don’t think that I would be able to explain to Kendra that I think my vampire boyfriend, who was once evil, may be evil again. Much less, that he was ever good at all.

“That’s the same for any male. Either way, I need answers and I am not able to get them from the dust he’ll leave behind. If what he says is true, Soike will be the least of our problems.” Spike makes a sound of protest when I imply that Angelus is more of a threat than he is. Slowly she releases him from her grasp but keeps the stake up defensively.

Spike looks back and forth between us, obviously trying to figure out if he can make a break for it.

“Don’t even think about moving, Spike.” Once again I am sifting through my bag while keeping an eye on him. Once I find what I am looking for I position myself behind Spike and grab his wrists. With the rope that I brought, I tie his wrists together the best that I can and grab the back of his shirt. “Kendra, just leave. Go about patrolling tonight if you want, but leave me alone with him for now.”

At first she looks like she isn’t going to budge, but there is a temporary lapse in her straight-laced posture. “Fine. I will continue to patrol around town. But we will have a talk in an hour. If you are not here, I will come find you and if he is not dead, well, I will finish that too.” She takes off towards the road and leaves me with Spike. I know that I will need to explain what is going on, but not before I get my explanation.

I pull Spike down towards me, so that he can hear me loud and clear, “You and I are going to have a talk.”

“Now why would I help you? Who’s to say that you won’t slay the messenger?”

“Are you saying you’re merely a messenger? I’ve read about what you can do and I can tell you’re not just some lackey. You’ve put way too much energy into making me miserable to be working for someone else.” He smirks a bit, relishing in the fact that I see him as a threat. I push him forward and down on his knees against a crypt. He adjusts himself so he’s sitting up against the wall with his head leaning back against it.

“You have questions that you want answered and I do believe you have something I want.” Spike’s gaze rakes over my body. My stomach flutters and my nipples harden. I’ll have to talk to Willow later, maybe we messed up part of the spell. Spike laughs and I quickly blush. “Not that, love. I meant my jacket.” My embarrassment quickly clears me of any desire I felt and I pull out the last thing that was stuffed in my gym bag, Spike’s jacket.

“Right here. Not that you have much to bargain with. You’re the one tied up while I’m calling the shots. You’re answers had best be good. First, you said Angel is responsible for the murders last night, how?”

His eyes watch as I toss the leather coat back and forth between my hands. “He had a moment of happiness. He came back to us saying how after spending a night alone with you he needed a nice hot drink. Figured a bunch of teenagers would do the trick.”

“Why? It wasn’t the first time we’d spent time together. If he had it in him to kill someone why wouldn’t he have done it before?”

“He just needed a little shove in the right direction. I must admit he fought the urge quite well.”

“You had something to do with it?”

“Hell no. I was more than content never seeing the ponce ever again. I’d rather him be all full of soul shagging you than evil and shagging my Dru.” A part of my heart is crushed when he tells me that Angel is out having sex with someone else.

“But how do I even know you are telling the truth? How do I know you don’t just have him holed up somewhere, trying to trap me?”

“I suppose you don’t. It comes down to how much you can bring yourself to trust a vampire.”

Spike’s Point of View

The slayer continues to ask questions mainly trying to make sure that my story never changes. I’ve long since been able to untie myself and am just waiting for a good moment to catch her off guard.

“I need to make sure for myself that Angel is really gone. That he’s Angelus now.”

“I’m sure he’ll be coming after you just as soon as he’s done making up for lost time.”

“No, I want it on my terms. You need to get him to meet me. Get him to try and trick me. I don’t want him knowing that you’ve told me.” From the look in her eye I’d say it is more or less her wanting to see him for herself. She’s probably one of those stupid girls who think she can change a bad man just by loving him. Not bloody likely.

“Fine, I’ll get him to come see you. Now bring me my jacket.” She throws the ball of leather to me and sits herself on my lap to untie the rope. Her brows draw together as she reaches for my wrists and there’s nothing there. I grab her hands in mine and bring her close to me. Her lips are close to mine and I just about groan. Turning my head to the side I whisper in her ear, “You seem to forget just who I am Slayer. Never forget what I am capable of!” Her heart is beating so loud I don’t even need special hearing to know just how excited she is. My cock begins to twitch as I become aware of her breasts thrust against my chest. I know she feels it as she slightly shifts her hips. Letting out a growl I grab her by the neck and throw her back. I slide on my duster as she recovers from the throw.

Rubbing her neck she gives me a good kick in the leg. “That hurt you perv.”

“Buffy?” The other girl with the thick African accent calls out. Wasting no time I cover the Slayer’s mouth and bring her around the back of the crypt. Can I even call her that now? The Slayer. There is only supposed to be one, but given the strength of this other girl I’d bet all of my kittens on there being two. I don’t know how but given that we are on the Hellmouth I can’t be surprised by much.

She squirms a bit in my arms as I keep her pinned against me. Leaning in, I whisper in her hair, “Don’t make a sound, you need me for your little plan if you want to be able to catch Angelus unaware.” I faintly smell the vanilla of her shampoo still clinging to her hair, and I turn my head away.

The girl, Kendra, calls out to Buffy a few more times but eventually gives up. I wait until she’s far enough away not to here me talking before I let Buffy go. I immediately miss the warmth from her as she moves away. “Be here tomorrow night. He’ll show.” She doesn’t say anything as I back away from her then high tail it home.

I had planned on staying in my crypt tonight but I can’t risk staying close to her any longer. These feelings of desire aren’t fading and even worse I’ve begun to think of her as Buffy, not just the Slayer, but Buffy. Once again I am heading back to Dru with no Slayer, even when I easily could have gotten her here. As of right now I need one hell of a shower, but not before I tear Dalton apart.

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