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I Know You II by slaymesoftly
Prologue and Chapter One
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AN:Completed fic which has won a couple of awards. It begins with the last scene from I Know You.

Sequel to Prologue to Life/I Know You (Working title: I Know You II)

Prologue (from the last scene in I Know You)

………All she knew was that this felt like her Spike, and the emotion that it was bringing to the surface threatened to overwhelm her. Squeezing her eyes closed, she surrendered to pure sensation and let the sentiment pulse through her, taking her someplace safe and wonderful.

She felt Spike begin to quiver as her muscles tightened around him and knew he was about to join her in a mutually explosive release. Reaching up with her mouth, she fastened her small little teeth on the skin of his throat and bit down as waves of pleasure washed over her. She heard Spike shout, “Buffy!” as he plunged into her, sending his cool semen to batter against the entrance to her womb. Then his fangs were on her neck and he sent her spiraling into another orgasm as he pulled long draughts of her rich blood into his mouth.

He soon stopped drinking, but remained inside her, cock still buried in her warmth and teeth still embedded in the skin of her throat. Slowly withdrawing his fangs and fading back into his human face, he whispered, “Mine,” as he laved the wounds closed.

“Yours,” she agreed, licking the droplets of blood coming from where she’d bitten his neck. “And you are mine.”

“That I am, love,” he said softly, raising his head and smiling down into her shocked eyes.

“I love you,” she ventured as she held his gaze and prepared herself for his denial of any reciprocal feelings.

“Not as much as I love you,” was the totally unexpected answer.

“Wha-?” Buffy stared at him, taking in the softness of his gaze and the…soul?…she could see in there.


Hope battled with hard-won experience as she watched his eyes grow moist. He began to slowly rock his hips, never taking his glistening blue eyes from hers and the slow comprehension growing there.

“It’s me, Buffy. I’m here. An’ I’m not leavin’. Not for Dru, or the poof, or the soddin’ Powers That Like to Mess With People. I’ll never leave you again. Be here till we’re both dust in the wind.”

“Did I die again? Am I back in Heaven?” she whispered in genuine bewilderment. “Aren’t you already dust? Or ashes? Or something?”

“If I’ve got it figured out right – this is about as close to Heaven as either one of us is getting’ for awhile. Seems our talents are needed in this world and the PTB thought we’d do a better job if we were together.”

“You’re real? You’re really here and you’re my Spike?”

She ran her hands over his face, stroking the scar on his eyebrow, running her fingers down his cheekbone and touching his full lower lip. He pulled her finger into his mouth and sucked on it as he assured her, “‘M as real as somebody who keeps not dyin’ can be, love. And I’m definitely your Spike. Always was, always will be.”

He gently licked the claim he’d placed on her neck. “And you’re mine, Slayer. No half-assed marks this time. Want the whole world to see those.”

Throughout their conversation, he’d never stopped the gentle rocking of his hips and that small bit of friction had set up the inevitable urge for more. Suddenly Buffy flexed her muscles and flipped them over so that she was straddling him and squeezing her Slayer muscles around his cock.

“Oh, god, pet, I love it when you do that,” he gasped, thrusting up into her.

“I know you do,” she whispered back, as she slid up and down on him.

When he reached his hands forward and began kneading her breasts while she rode him, she moaned and leaned toward him.

“I missed you so much,” she breathed. “I missed your hands on me, missed the way you kiss me, the way you love me…”

"‘M here now, love. I’ll always be here; holdin’ you, touchin’ you, lovin’ you. Never let you go…”

His hands on her waist held her down while he pushed up with his hips, watching her face as she gasped and whimpered her way to her climax. When she collapsed on his chest, her ragged breathing signaling her inability to continue just then, he wrapped his legs around hers and pinned her to his body while he continued to thrust in to her.

The angle of his hips put more friction on her clit and she moaned in his ear as he whispered to her, “Come with me, love. One more time. Come with me, sweetheart.”

“Oh, Spike I can’t…I…”

“Yes, you can, love. I know you can. Come for me, love. Come with me, Buffy.”

“No…I…can’t…couldn’t… possibly…mmmmm…ooooh….Spike! “

His answering shout as he found his release in her, sent another small thrill through her exhausted body before she went limp on top of him. He held her boneless body cradled in his arms, his breathing as fast and ragged as her own. When he could move again, he shifted her off to the side where she stayed, one leg thrown over his and her head resting on his chest.

For long minutes they were silent, lost in all the possible ramifications of where they were and how they got there. The vampire was immersed in the scent and feel of his Slayer. The physical closeness they’d just begun to work their way back to, when he’d had to use the power of his soul and the amulet to close the hellmouth, had in no way prepared either of them for such a reunion.

“If the PTB are expecting us to save this world, they’re going to have to give me some time. I don’t think I could stop Xander from eating a doughnut right now.”

The deep chuckle that shook his chest sent a bolt of joy through her heart. She closed her eyes and gave silent thanks to the PTB for allowing them this second chance.

“I’m serious,” she said, with as much energy as she could summon. “I couldn’t stop a minor traffic accident right now, never mind an apocalypse.”

“Yes, you could, love. If you had to, you could.” He spoke with absolute certainty.

“Oh yeah? How do you know that? I might just be limp little Buffy for weeks.”

He chuckled again and pulled her up so that he could plant light kisses on her face and mouth.

“Because I know you, my love. I know you.”


Spike stretched and opened his eyes, momentarily confused as he would have sworn that he had just been shagging Buffy, and yet her scent was nowhere around him; and the hard, cold ground beneath his back told him that he was no longer in her soft, warm bed. “What the bloody hell….?” He sat up slowly and took in his surroundings. “If that was just a wet dream, it was a …” His voice trailed off as he took deep inhalations of the air around him. Along with the familiar scents that he associated with cemeteries – which is where he seemed to have found himself – there was something in the air that seemed alien. Just a bit…off. He growled and came quickly to his feet, all senses on alert as he tried to wrap his mind around what might have happened.

(Was back in Sunnydale, shaggin’ the Slayer…know I didn’t dream that. It was a real as… ) He slumped back to the ground, resting his back against a handy tombstone and letting his head fall back in sudden understanding. (I’ve been hi-jacked. Just like Buffy said she’d been pulled from her life in the future or some other dimension – I’ve been…) ”Bloody buggering fuck!” His angry roar as the reality of what had probably happened to him sank in, echoed among the headstones and crypts surrounding him.

On his feet again, he looked around angrily, seeking something upon which to vent his fury over being taken from his own world and the girl with which he was sure he could have easily fallen in love. The unmistakable sounds of fighting drew his attention and he began stalking towards the noise, not caring who or what he might find there as long as he could take out his frustration in his favorite fashion.


Chapter One

“Buffy!” The shouted warning caused Buffy to duck, even as she wondered who or what that wandered in graveyards at night would have wanted to warn her about the sword currently swooshing over her head. She came up from her crouch and drove her own sword into the heart of the demon that had been behind her, smiling with satisfaction when he crumpled to the ground. A quick glance showed her that the area was now clear – with the exception of a smiling blond man (Vampire! That’s a vampire smiling at me like…like…we know each other?) who had obviously been the one to call her name.

“Who are you? How do you know my name?”

She fell back into a fighting stance, sword poised; remaining like that long enough to begin feeling foolish as the vampire stayed well out of reach and just continued to smile. From a safe distance, he began to walk around her, his eyes running up and down her body, making note of the missing baby fat that had given “his” Buffy so many curves while at the same time admiring the obvious fitness and strength in the body in front of him. Buffy narrowed her eyes suspiciously as she turned to keep her face to him. Although the circling and staring screamed, “killer sizing up his prey”, the expressions flitting across his face were anything but frightening. Ignoring everything she knew about never turning her back on a danger, she paused and allowed him continue to circle her like the predator that he clearly was.

There was something eerily familiar about the way he prowled around the edges of her vision, his eyes devouring her even as a bit of disappointment flickered across his face. With a sudden flash of memory, she remembered dancing in the Bronze shortly before finding herself in this place. There had been a blond man prowling the edges of the dance floor, staring at her while she danced, and sending her senses into overload. She had no real memory of what had happened after that – only that she hadn’t noticed his disappearance. Probably because it was at that very moment that she had been yanked from her familiar world and deposited into the very different one in which she’d been living ever since.

With a cry of rage, she crossed the distance between them, intent on removing his head from his shoulders in revenge for what she assumed was his culpability in the spell that had taken her from her home and friends. To her surprise, he easily evaded her sword, laughing with delight as he kicked it out of her hand.

“Now that’s more like it, Slayer!” he crowed. “Come on, luv. Show me what you’ve got.”

More than willing to wipe the cocky smirk off his face, Buffy threw a punch at his face, following it with a leg sweep. When he easily slipped the punch and jumped over her leg, she frowned and slowed her attack. Letting out her senses, she realized that there was more power in this vampire’s signature than in any of the fledglings or would-be masters that she’d come up against so far in this world.

She pulled the stake from her waistband and began a more cautious and calculated approach, almost growling in frustration when the vampire smiled again and purred, “Ah, that’s my clever girl. ‘s nice to know that you’re already on your way to bein’ one of the best slayers I’ve ever faced.”

Her anger at his cocky attitude and at the open desire in his eyes overcame the common sense that was trying to tell her to assess the situation more thoroughly before charging in. With an angry glare, she said coldly, “I’m not your girl – and I’m about to be the last slayer you ever face.” She flew at him again, using her patented feint and stab technique, only to find herself spun around, stake hand immobilized and her back pressed against a muscular chest while his soft chuckle rumbled in her ear.

“Can feel the strength in this body, pet, but you don’t have the moves yet. You’re not ready to take me on.”

Flexing the much stronger muscles she had found herself with in this place, Buffy tore her stake hand out of his grip and swung it over her head, aiming for his eyes. A “Bloody hell” exploded from the vampire as his last second shift left him with a jagged gash down the side of his face rather than missing an eye.

Spinning away from him, Buffy immediately attempted to follow up her advantage by driving the bloody stake through his chest. The uppercut that rocked her back on her heels, and the quick flurry of angry punches that followed it quickly turned the momentum and once again she found herself being held immobile by the vampire – this time with the hard ground at her back and his weight pinning her down. A frisson of fear crept up her spine when she gazed into his true face for the first time. Blood dripped from the wound on his forehead as he snarled at her, his fangs scant inches from her throat. His legs had hers tightly pinned while his full weight pinned her to the ground helplessly. His hands held her clenched fists over her head, the stake now lying uselessly several feet away. She tried throwing him off, but even her superior strength wasn’t enough to move the furious demon away from her throat.

Glaring defiantly, she hissed, “Why did you save me from the demon if you’re just going to kill me now?”

“I’m not going to kill you - much as you deserve it, you bloody stupid bint. I’m just trying to stay undusted until I can figure out what’s going on.”

“You were about to try to bite me – that’s what’s going on,” she growled back, forcing herself to relax a little in hopes that he would be lured into easing his hold on her hands. As she realized that he really didn’t seem to be planning to kill her just then, she relaxed enough to notice other things – like the way his body was molded to hers in a way that was disturbingly pleasant. Until she noticed the hard bulge pressing against her thigh and realized what it was.

“Ewwww! Get off me, you pervert!” Her sudden squirming did nothing to disperse the erection that had appeared while they were fighting. If anything, it became harder and the vampire uttered a barely muffled groan before responding.

“You don’t want that touchin’ your not-so-virginal little body, you’re gonna want to stop all the wriggling aroun’, pet.”

He emphasized his words with a hard thrust against her leg, sending her into another panicked series of twists and wriggles.

“Goddammit, Slayer! Stop that, before I forget that you think you’re a sixteen-year-old virgin.”

Panting from the exertions that had so far done nothing but increase the heat in the vampire’s glare, Buffy stopped struggling and stared up at him, her lip coming out in a pout.

“What do you mean, ‘think I’m a sixteen-year-old virgin’? I know what I am. I am sixteen - well, seventeen now, I guess - and I am a…why am I having this conversation with a demon?”

“Because I know you, love,” he whispered, his face sliding back into its attractive human features. “This demon knows you in ways that you can’t even imagine yet.”

For long minutes her eyes bored into his, noting the complete lack of any threat in his gaze, even as the wound she’d given him stopped bleeding. The soft expression on his face, combined with the fact that she was still alive and without new fang marks on her neck had her relaxing even more. As he felt her muscles loosen under him, Spike smiled tentatively and asked, “If I let you go, will you promise not to try to stake me until we’ve sussed this out? I don’t want to hurt you, Slayer, but I don’t want to blow away on the next breeze either.”

He watched carefully as her deeply engrained distrust of his kind warred with the desire to know more about where she was and how she got there. And she wanted to know why this vampire that she remembered seeing only briefly once before in her life said that he knew her. She gave a cautious nod and answered, “Okay, we have a truce. For now.”

“Do I have your promise, pet?”

“Fine!” She rolled her eyes. “I promise. No staking until you explain what’s going on and what you had to do with it.”

After another hard look into her guileless eyes, he nodded and reluctantly moved off the body that was calling to him in ways that he knew she would never understand. He stood up and adjusted himself, smiling slightly when she quickly looked away and blushed.

(No hand jobs under the stairs from this one), he told himself ruefully. (This isn’t the slayer that you know, mate, and you’d best be remembering that if you want to stay undusted).

“Let’s find somewhere more comfortable, Slayer, and I’ll tell you all I know and you tell me what you know. Deal?”

“Deal,” she said dubiously. “Where do you want to go?”

“You’ve been here longer than I have, pet. Lead on.”

Keeping the vampire where she could see him with her peripheral vision, the young slayer began walking out of the cemetery and towards the diner where she normally stopped to eat after her patrols.