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“He’s more worthy of me than you'll ever be!” Buffy declared, ignoring her mate’s surprised face.

Angel stared at her, hurt and shock in his eyes, but she didn't care as she continued.

“I don't need you to look out for me. I can handle myself. I really hoped you would be able to accept this after you had cooled down a little, but it seems like I was wrong. I wanted us to remain friends, but you seem so persistent to break me and Spike up. So if you threaten me or Spike again, we won't be as nice as we’re being right now. And if you go any further, if you try anything, you'll find yourself…well, you *won't* find yourself,” Buffy threatened her former suitor, eyes glinting with anger.

Spike remained silent, and his eyes were fixed firmly on his grandsire, unmasked disgust and hatred in his eyes.

“Release her from your thrall, Spike, and I might let you live,” Angel snarled, turning toward his rebellious childe. Spike growled at him and Buffy gritted her teeth.

“No thrall, Peaches, that’s one of Dru’s old tricks,” Spike reminded him through clenched teeth, glaring at his elder. Angel was an infuriating prick, self-righteous and manipulative, and in the short time Spike had interacted with him, he found he enjoyed the company of minions better than Angel’s.

“Yeah, what’s up with that? Where is Dru, your lover?” Angel asked, malice glinting in his eyes.

Buffy frowned at his words, but she didn't feel threatened. Still, she couldn't help feeling a little jealousy toward the woman Spike had loved first.

“We've been split up for over fifty years. She whined for her ‘Daddy’ the first few years, then took up a habit of straying. Her own words when we parted were, and I quote, ‘None can please Princess like Daddy can.’ Why aren't you down there, taking care of your crazy childe? She never took it well that you abandoned her,” Spike told Angel, sneering at him. He had nearly said ‘us’ instead of ‘her’, but fortunately he had restrained himself.

Angel growled and darted forward, his right fist hitting Spike’s cheek. Spike snarled and moved to hit him back, but Buffy beat him to it. Her fist slammed into Angel’s jaw with her whole strength, sending the dark vampire flying backwards. Spike was in front of him instantly, his fist impacting with Angel’s nose, making blood flow down his face.

“Stay away from me and my mate,” Spike snarled, baring his fangs.

Angel flinched, but the rage in his eyes didn't die. Spike left him, going back to Buffy’s side. She frowned slightly, not used to being protected that fiercely, and snuggled into his side.

“Let’s leave, we've patrolled enough for today,” she said quietly, anger slowly fading away.

They walked back to the car in silence, each taking comfort in the other. They entered the car and drove off, heading to the hotel.

“Who…Who’s Dru?” the Slayer asked timidly, hands fidgeting in her lap and eyes on her feet.

Spike jerked his gaze onto hers, before looking away, and Buffy blushed. “Should have seen that one coming,” he muttered, eyes fixed on the road in front of them again. He sighed tiredly, cleared his throat and began.

“Drusilla’s my sire, Angelus’ darling childe. I loved her from the moment I rose as a vampire.”

A twinge of jealousy struck Buffy, but she valiantly held it back.

“She rescued me from a boring life, and I think my gratitude turned into love. But she never loved me, she only wanted Angelus. When Angelus was occupied with Darla, and they didn't want Dru in bed with them, she would come to me.”

He could feel anger rising inside of his mate at his story of rejection and dismissal, but he bravely went on.

“Angelus disappeared for a year or so, I think it was when he got his soul, and Dru and I followed Darla. He returned when we went to China, where I killed my first Slayer.” Buffy’s eyes widened. “He kept acting strange, but we didn't know what was wrong. So one day I was going to ask Darla and Angelus something, and I found Darla packing a bag. She said she was leaving and that Dru and I would be all right on our own,” Spike said, his voice tinged with bitterness.

“I wasn't as devoted to Dru as she might have wanted me to be, but then she isn't exactly perfect either. I'm more of a one-woman-man, while she’s….well, some of the demons she opened her legs for might jus’ scar you for life. Yet we stayed together, the youngest members of the Aurelian line. I watched after her, unstable as she is. I left her with a fungus demon some 50 years ago. For all I know she’s with him still, but I highly doubt it,” Spike concluded, glancing over at his mate.

He could tell she was thinking about the vampiress and hideous demons both through the bond and by the way she kept wrinkling her nose, and he had to quell the urge to laugh.

“Curiosity sated?” Spike asked, glancing at her.

When she shook her head, he moaned and rolled his eyes. Buffy pouted and lightly slapped his shoulder.

“You’ve killed a Slayer?” she asked, suddenly turning serious. She stared at him with wide eyes, yet he could feel that she wasn't scared, or angry.

“No. I've killed two,” he said. “I killed the first one in China, think it was in 1900. She gave me this scar,” he said, pointing to the scar in his eyebrow. “The other I killed in New York, around 1977. Angelus mentioned Slayers after I'd gotten them into a fight, and after that I've been seeking them out and learning about them. That’s why I was surprised your Mum didn't know,” Spike said, not meeting Buffy’s eyes.

Buffy nodded slowly, trying to take it all in. “Then why didn't you kill me?” she asked after a while, her voice calm. She was tense, and he could tell she was a little nervous about his answer.

“Like I said earlier, when I saw you I knew you were it. Knew from the moment I saw you that I could never kill you, and that you would change my life forever. I'll never regret meeting you,” Spike said, and Buffy relaxed.

They reached the hotel shortly afterwards. Spike reluctantly gave the car keys to a clerk, and cautioned him to ‘handle his baby with care’.

They rode the elevator up to his suite, and after closing the door behind them, Buffy sank down on the couch and sighed. She felt tired to the bone and her muscles ached.

‘Wanna get in the tub?’ she sent to her mate through the bond, getting to her feet when he nodded.

She headed into the bathroom, Spike falling in behind her. She could feel him ogling her ass, and she swayed her hips seductively, making him growl. The pair quickly shed their clothes and climbed into the warm water Buffy had run. The Slayer moaned as she sat down between Spike’s thighs, leaning back and resting on his chest. He sighed and inhaled her scent, hands massaging her neck and shoulders.

“I've got to go home tonight or Mom will ground me. That wouldn't be fun, you know, with the not seeing you part,” Buffy said, pouting. She opened her eyes and gathered some foam in her hands, before slipping her hands under the water.

“Ahh…Bloody hell. And I had these great plans for tonight,” Spike mock-groaned, pouting.

Buffy turned in his embrace, giggling when she saw the petulant expression on his face.

He was adorable when he was pouting.

“I'll come over after school, or…you can come get me at school. The others will be so jealous, with me being your girlfriend and you having such a bad-ass car,” Buffy said enthusiastically, grinning at him.

He raised an eyebrow, and she began pouting. He groaned and gave in, nodding, making her squeal with excitement. Spike stood up, dragging Buffy along. He grabbed a towel and began to towel her dry. He reached her hair and massaged it gently. When he abandoned her hair she mewled in protest and pouted slightly. They stepped out of the tub and he toweled the rest of her body before moving on to his own body.

Buffy dressed slowly, deliberately giving her mate a show. He growled and pounced forward, grabbing her around the waist, then threw her over his shoulder and jumped onto the bed, tossing her down beneath him and kissing her soundly. His soft lips caressed hers, his tongue battling hers for dominance, while his hands fervently removed her clothes.

His mouth moved to her jaw line, then down her throat. Buffy panted for air, moaning as he softly nibbled on the skin between her shoulder and neck. She squirmed slightly when she felt his fingers trail up her sides.

His cool mouth began to descend, trailing a path down to her breast. His tongue trailed around her breast in decreasing circles, until he reached her dusky nipple. He suckled it into his mouth, and Buffy nearly screamed, lightning bolts of pleasure shooting from her nipple to her womb.

Suddenly Spike found himself flipped onto his back and a playful Slayer straddling his thighs. A small hand encircled his erection and began pumping it, making him groan and his eyes roll. He jerked his hips up into her grip, and she pumped him more enthusiastically. When she bent down, hair trailing on his abdomen, and began licking his cock like a lollipop, he gripped the sheet and had to restrain himself from bucking up into her mouth.

She slowly took him into her mouth, a little more confident since she had done the same earlier. He panted with need, eyes gazing at her with lust, love and awe. His eyes encouraged her and she picked up her pace. She began using her tongue and blushed when he praised her.

“God, your hot mouth,” he moaned, writhing.

She slid down as far as she could, swallowing around his cock and making him cry out in pleasure. She felt him tightening, and she continued, ignoring his feeble attempts to stop her.

‘I want this,’ she sent through the bond, and he surrendered.

His hands gripped her shoulders to keep her in place, and she smiled around his cock. She began bobbing up and down, and slid one hand down to fondle his balls.

“Buffy!” he cried out as a warning, before shooting his load in her mouth.

She swallowed it, and began cleaning his cock with her tongue. He moaned, and struggled to sit up. He grabbed her head and smashed her mouth to his, kissing her passionately. When they parted she had a slightly dazed look and her lips were swollen.

“You're amazing, kitten. Best blow job in my entire unlife,” Spike said, before flipping them over so that he was on top again. His mouth began trailing down her neck and between her breasts, heading towards her abdomen. He kissed her stomach and licked her bellybutton, making her giggle and squirm.

“You're delicious,” he said, moving his mouth to her thigh. He kissed his way to the inside of her thigh, and moved upwards, towards her pussy. He affectionately nipped her with blunt teeth on the skin between her thigh and her outer lips, and she moaned softly. “You taste like heaven,” he said, letting his tongue sweep over her pussy, paying extra attention to her clit.

He sucked it into his mouth and she screamed out his name, bucking up against his mouth. He chuckled and slipped two fingers into her core. When both his fingers and mouth left her pussy she mewled in protest, pouting at him when he straightened.

“Wanna feel you around me,” he said hoarsely, settling between her thighs.

He leaned over her, holding himself above her, not touching her skin. He leaned down and kissed her fiercely and she moaned into his mouth. She used the opportunity and pulled him to her, making him fall onto her, his cock sliding along her wet cleft. He moaned and let the head of his cock slip into her scalding heat. She mewled and wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer to her, his cock sinking slowly inside of her.

“Oh God, so good…Love you, Buffy…My Slayer, my golden goddess…” Spike moaned into his mate’s neck.

Buffy moaned in pleasure as he slid inside of her, her vaginal walls adjusting to his size. The blonde pair moved in sync, as if dancing to some unheard music.

“Love you, Buffy…Mine…Fuck, so good…Want you…Always…” he groaned, kissing and suckling on her jugular. He shifted into game face and bit down softly, sending her spiraling into her orgasm. He took a sip of her life elixir and renewed his claim on her with a soft ‘mine’.

Buffy bit down on his neck as stars exploded before her eyes. She swallowed some of his blood and moaned ‘mine’, making him explode inside of her. Her vaginal muscles milked his cock as they both murmured ‘yours’, sending them both over the edge again.

They collapsed into each others arms and Spike rolled them over onto their sides. They lay sated in silence, Spike’s unneeded breath echoing Buffy’s.

“I still have to go home, you know,” Buffy said, hazel eyes gazing lazily at Spike.

“I could stay,” he answered, eyes brimming with love and lust. She could feel his cock making its presence known again.

She couldn't exactly say that was it bad thing.

“I doubt we would get much sleep,” she said, grinning at him. She wanted him, wanted to make love again, and she just knew she would never tire of him. Maybe not sleeping wasn't a bad idea after all.

“Nah, you need your sleep, or else you would be tired on patrol. A tired slayer is…well, let’s just say we wouldn't want that,” Spike said, holding he flush against him, nuzzling her forehead.

“No, that wouldn't be fun,” she answered, kissing his chest. She had heard what he hadn't spoken out loud, and she had to say she agreed with him.

“Well then, wouldn't want you grounded now. I'll tuck you in your bed. Come on, luv, we can have more fun tomorrow,” Spike said, smirking at her. She pouted, but let it fade away as he began to kiss her.

“Spike…Supposed to get me home…Not helping,” she got out between kisses.

He growled and stopped kissing her, then got out of bed and dragged her along, making her groan in protest. He stretched lazily and began to dress, as Buffy dressed too, yawning now and then. The pair exited the suite and left the hotel.

They drove toward Revello Drive in silence, Buffy resting against Spike’s side. He had one arm around her shoulders, and the other hand was tapping a silent tune on the steering wheel.
They stopped in front of her home and exited the car, then halted on the porch, where Spike wrapped his arms around her. He bowed his head slightly and kissed her gently, and his lips were ice against her fire. She moaned with pleasure as he slipped his tongue out, engaging her in a slow dance.

Suddenly air met her swollen lips and she groaned in protest. Spike smirked at her flushed face and slid his hands down her hips, caressing her softly.

“Gotta get you in bed, kitten,” he said, but he didn't let go of her. She felt his reluctance to leave her, and she knew she felt the same way.

“Buffy?” her mother said, opening the front door. She stepped out onto the porch and gave Spike a slightly disapproving glare before looking at her daughter. “Don't be this late again, young lady, or you'll be grounded. You have school tomorrow,” Joyce said, gesturing for her daughter to get inside.

The vampire and the Slayer unwillingly released each other, and Buffy stepped inside. She cast a longing glance at her mate, who winked at her, nodded to her mother and left. The women closed the door behind them and Buffy headed to bed.


“Ahh, Buffy, there you are,” Giles said as Buffy entered the library the next morning. Giles was about to speak, but Buffy cut him off before he opened his mouth.

“Can we talk later, at lunch maybe? I was just checking in so that you wouldn't call my mom,” Buffy said with a teasing glint in her eyes, smirking at her watcher.

The grin reminded Giles of his charge’s vampire mate, and his eyes narrowed. He just had to bide his time.


“So, what are we going to talk about today?” Xander asked as he entered the library in front of Buffy and Willow.

The girls were whispering and giggling, and Xander looked even more restless than usual. Every student in the whole school seemed to be restless, probably because they only had a few days left of school.

“I want to talk to Buffy alone,” Giles said, ignoring Xander and Willow.

They frowned at him, before turning questioning eyes towards Buffy.

“Okay. See you later guys,” Buffy said perkily, dismissing her friends. Her mind was on her sleeping mate, and what they would do later.

Willow and Xander frowned at the blonde, but left the library nonetheless. Giles smiled at Buffy and told her to sit down, so she sat down obediently.

“I'm just going to go get something before we start,” Giles said, walking into his office. He fumbled around for a bit, looking at several books before taking one of them. He set it down on the table, opened a drawer and took out an old key.

He kneeled down in front of one of his book cases and began clearing away the books from one of the shelves. He took out the fake wall on the shelf and found himself staring at a safe. He had come across it some weeks after being employed and stored things he didn't want others to know about there. He guessed it had originally been used to store valuable books.

“Ahh,” he murmured, grinning slightly. He inserted the key and turned it, opening the safe.

He took out a thick, black candle and weighed it in his hand, making sure it was the real thing. It was a reminder from his Ripper days, and he was loath to part with it, but he knew it was for the best. He exited his office with the candle in one hand and the book in the other, and smirked at Buffy, who smiled at him, her eyes shining with trust. He sat the candle down on the table and offered a silent plea to a dark deity. He opened the book and began speaking in French. The words escaped Buffy, but they didn't sound good, and she frowned. She began to suspect something sinister was about to happen.

“Rendez invisible au monde
Calme, comme si gelé
Par mes mots
Cachez cette entité.”

Giles said the strange words in a loud voice, lighting the candle. Buffy was hit by a sudden wave of dizziness and she gasped. She stretched out her mind, searching for Spike along the bond. She gasped when she detected something akin to a wall, separating her from her mate.

“I'm sorry, Buffy,” Giles said, and she felt something cold enter her arm.

She swung her head around and saw Giles holding a syringe, its tip buried in her biceps. Her muscles felt like lead and when she tried to move, she found herself unable to.

“Giles?” Buffy asked in a small voice, shock coursing through her whole body.

Giles saw her eyes full of hurt caused by his betrayal and felt a small twinge of regret.

‘It’s for the best,’ he told himself.

“My loyalty must lie with the Council, and you betrayed the Council when you let that abomination claim you,” Giles said in a hard voice, pulling the syringe from her arm. He took the syringe, the book and the burning candle and moved them back into his office, carefully hiding the items, to ensure that the vampire would never find them.

‘Giles betrayed me!’ coursed through Buffy’s mind.

She tried to send it to Spike, but she felt it fade as it hit the barrier separating them. Black began overtaking her vision and she felt herself slipping away. The last thing she was before darkness swallowed her was Giles standing in his office, talking on the phone.



(A/N:
‘Rendez invisible au monde
Calme, comme si gelé
Par mes mots
Cachez cette entité’ is French and means

‘Make blind to the world
Still, as if frozen
By my word
Hide this being’)