Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.
Rating: R for adult language and violence
Timeline: in the beginning of the 4th season.
Spoilers: Something Blue

AN: I'm terribly sorry for this huge delay, but I have had serious real life issues to deal with, and I couldn't get myself on writing.

Thanks a lot to my beta, Sirc, for the great job. Again.

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WILD WILD DAYS – CHAPTER 5

Walking through the cemetery, on the way to Xander’s basement, Xander and Anya had just turned left on the path when Buffy and Spike appeared out of nowhere.

“Buffy…” Xander gasped in shock, staring at the unexpected duo.

“Xander… Anya…” Buffy uttered in surprise.

“That’s all I bloody needed,” Spike snapped with a grimace on his face. “The Whelp…”

“Spike…” Xander said in disgust.

“Buffy with Spike?” Anya‘s inquiring look was fixed on the two. “What are you doing here at this time, all alone?” One could sense the conspiracy in her tone. “Sex in the cemetery?” she licked her lip.

Both Xander and Buffy’s eyes widened in horror and disgust, only Spike grinned like hell.

“Anya…!!” Xander was indignant.

“You really can’t think of anything else in the world?” Buffy scolded.

“I didn’t think I was going to have so much fun this evening,” Spike laughed. “Slayer, your ex-demon-friend is bloody amusing! I kinda like the way she thinks. Hey, demon-girl,” he turned to Anya, “how about you leave this loser git, “he glimpsed at Xander, “and join me for a little fun?” He smirked, raising his left eyebrow, seemingly enjoying the situation.

“Don’t ever dream of that, bloodsucker!!” Xander’s eyes were flashing with anger, and without warning, he punched Spike in the face.

Spike flinched, but kept on grinning. “ ’fraid she might like me better?”

Staring daggers, Xander was about to hit the vampire again, but Anya stopped him.

“Leave him,” she said. Seeing Xander’s confusion, she explained with a knowing smirk. “You’ll need your strength tonight…”

Giving in with a sigh, he pulled her close. “But only because of you.” Then he glanced at Spike, who was still grinning. “However much this damn creature would deserve it…”

Anya rewarded him with a warm smile.

“What a slave… “ Spike snorted with a pitiful grimace.

Overwhelmed by fury again, eyes flashing, Xander jumped the vampire, and hit him in the stomach.

Spike didn’t delay, and responded with a punch to Xander’s nose, not caring about the sharp pain in his skull. “Oww..” he groaned. Shaking his head to recompose himself, he sent a warning look to the whelp, “You should learn some respect…”

“Stop this, guys!” Annoyed by the silly male-fight, Buffy stepped between them, glancing back and forth between the two.

Xander glared at Buffy, still gasping in anger, and wiped the blood off of his nose.

“You should let me finish him off,” he grumbled.

“He will finish you off first – even with the chip,” she frowned. “Besides, that’s something that I wanna do,” she glanced at the vampire in question.

“I’m ready to face you, pet,” Spike adjusted his duster, and smirked at her challengingly.

“Later, Spike, later. As soon as I’m out of the vampire-class.”

“That’s not fair play, luv.”

“Everything is permitted in love and war,” she shrugged. “Though luck.”

“I figured you had a thing for me, luv,” he mocked her.

“The only thing I have for you is a pretty stake,” she retorted with a feigned smile.

“Ow, you hurt me..”

Xander rolled his eyes, sick of the banter.

Buffy froze as she suddenly got a whiff of fresh blood. Sniffing around, her hungry look rested on Xander.

“Buff, are you all right?” he searched her face, suspecting that something wasn’t right.

“You’re bleeding…” she noted, excited and completely mesmerized by the sight. Wiping a drop of blood off of Xander’s cheek, she sucked her thumb, tasting the deep-red liquid. “Mmmm…”

Xander and Anya stared at her in deep shock. Anya instinctively took a step back, while Xander just stood there paralized, his eyes wide in terror, and jaws dropped.

Spike watched Buffy in amusement and satisfaction. His trademark grin on his face, he sank into the pleasure of the moment. Wow, she is such a sensual, exciting, and sexy sight enjoying the magic of blood. He swallowed, while his eyes memorized the view. Excitement, and desire to taste her bloody lips rose in him. Remembering the kiss they had shared under Red’s spell, he imagined kissing her bloody lips… The vision was suddenly interrupted by Xander’s cry. Pissed off, Spike turned his furious glance to him. Bloody git, why can’t he keep his damn mouth …

“Buffy!!!”

Realizing what she was doing, she jumped back in horror. “Oh my God…” She looked up at Xander, then at Spike.

Spike nodded with a smile, “I told ya Slayer.”

Buffy gasped in shock.

“Buffy just drank my blood…” Xander panicked.

Anya put a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t take it too far, honey. If she had drunk it, you’d have been half-dead by now.”

“I guess I am…” Xander mumbled.

“I’m sorry… “ Buffy muttered, wearing a hangdog look. “I’m really sorry...”

Xander backed away from her, and quickly grabbed Anya’s hand. “We should go now. Come.”

“May I join you?” Buffy asked expectantly. “I can’t stay with him,” she took a glimpse at Spike.

Uncomfortable silence fell over them, until Anya nudged him to speak.

“Uhm...Look, Buff…under other circumstances I’d gladly put you up, but… now as you…uh…are like this….sorry, I don’t want to wake up with a bite on my neck … I’m really sorry…”

Disappointed, she averted her look to Anya, who also gave her a pitiful, helpless grimace.
“Sorry, Buffy.”

As soon as Xander and Anya had left, Spike turned to the stunned girl. “So you HAVE friends, huh?” he sneered.

Buffy cast him a deadly look. “It’s your fault!”

Spike laughed. “Mine? Oh no, Slayer! Because this bloody wanker is such a coward? Don’t you try to blame me for that.”

“You know very well what I am talking about,” her eyes were flashing with hatred. “If you hadn’t put this damn spell on me, this all wouldn’t have happened.”

“You’re mistaken, luv. Your “friend”,“ he gestured the quotation marks with his hands, “ Coward Harris I., would act like this anytime. He is bloody scared of you, he doesn’t trust you. Letting you down would only be a matter of time. This is his real sodding self. Sorry, Slayer, but you have to face the sad fact that this git and his bint aren’t real friends of yours.”

“What do you know about friendship at all? You’re just a damn thing…”

“I must disappoint you, pet. I know a lot about friendship.”

“Oh, Drusilla and Angelus, and the demons and vampires, huh?”

“You don’t have the slightest imagination about my life. You don’t know anything about me!” he yelled. “Not a bloody thing… How do you dare to judge me?”

Buffy had to acknowledge that he had been right. She hardly knew anything about him, but her pride didn’t allow to admit it out loud.

“You think you’re something special, someone superior just because you are the bloody Slayer? Sorry to wake you up, princess, but you aren’t. You’re a sodding emotionless, selfish, silly girl with some good fighting skills. Nothing more. You have no empathy. Your witch friend is worth more than you. She is the only one in your bloody gang who has any feelings.” He snorted, and turned to make his way toward the heart of the cemetery.

Digesting his words, she tried to figure out a reply that would annoy him at least as much as his words did her right now. Angry for being defeated, she shouted after him.
“At least I’m not a bloodthirsty monster like you…”
As soon as the last word left her lips, she realized that this statement hadn’t been right under the current circumstances. She had completely forgotten about everything in the heat of heat of the argument.

Spike stopped and turned his head back to her. “But, you are,” he smiled wickedly.


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