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Chapter 3 - Now and Forever



The Watcher’s Journal of Sir Arthur Gosnard-Tisklin.

Skelton on Ure, August 28, 1900 - I presented myself to Earl M with a letter of recommendation and the compliments of the Watcher’s Council. For reasons of secrecy, none of the Council’s communications indicated the purpose of my visit. I was given the unhappy task of revealing to his Lordship that his eldest daughter, Lady Victorine Chesler, had been Chosen to stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer, however inconvenient that might be.

Fortunately, Earl M is a highly-ranked official of Her Majesty’s Exchequer and is familiar with the essential work being performed by the Council. His familiarity with the Watcher’s Council did not alter his personal objections to having his seventeen-year old daughter “gadding about the countryside at all hours of the night, chasing after vampires with a pointed stick.”


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Buffy stood under the ice-cold shower and soaped herself for the third time. She wanted to scrub between her legs for an hour, but she was too sore after the workout Spike had apparently enjoyed giving her last night and this morning.

His cock wasn’t the only thing he’d enjoyed giving her. She found a perfect semi-circle of teeth marks with two puncture wounds on the inside of her thigh. A dim memory of Spike’s head between her legs, the tingling feel of his tongue on her clit, then him slipping his fangs into her thigh, slid into her brain. He’d said something, too. Mine?

Stop it. Stop thinking about him and that damn tongue of his and take stock of the situation.

She was in the mansion. Spike hadn’t dragged her off to some icky, underground hidey place where she would have to wander around three days and need a sack of bread crumbs to find her way out. She could go home any time she wanted. The sun would rise soon, and he wouldn’t be able to follow her.

Before she left, she needed to figure out what he was up to. Other than the obvious fun of boinking the Slayer, slurping down her blood and bragging to his skeevy demon friends down at Willy’s that he’d scored.

When the cold water turned her fingernails blue, she got out of the shower and twisted the water out of her hair. Naturally, Mr. Vampire Bachelor only had one damn towel, which was already damp and conveniently located on the floor, so she dripped water everywhere. She used his toothbrush and raked the tangles out her hair with his comb while she checked out the contents of the medicine cabinet. A razor, some toothpaste and a jar of hair gel. Pathetic.

What the hell happened to her last night? She remembered going to visit Xander at that bar, then drinking with the boys, then drawing pictures on her dorm room wall – her mother was going to have a goat when the bill for that little escapade came due. After that, there was a fire at the Grotto and she clunked Parker on the head with a big stick. Buffy smiled. Hitting Parker was fun. She’d like to do that again.

What next?

Oh, yeah. She went back to the pub for more beer. There was nobody in the Pub of Badness but Spike. More drinking. Then, slutty dancing. After that, fuzziness. Had he slipped something in her drink? That must be it. Another good reason to kick his ass, not that she needed an additional reason.

She had a little too much beer and Spike spiked her drink, kidnapped her and brought her back here and tricked her into sex. She was so going to punish him for tricking her.

She’d cleaned herself up. She could get dressed and leave and forget this nightmare. Later, when her bones didn’t feel like marshmallow fluff, she’d kick Spike’s ass. Forgetting would be easier once she sucked Spike into a Dustbuster.

Find my clothes. Go back to dorm. Sleep. Kick Spike’s ass later.

She walked back to the bedroom, naked and wet. She didn’t see her clothes.

“Where’d you hide my clothes, Blood Breath?”

Spike ignored her. He was lying on his back, his dick still in tree-trunk state, pulling on himself.

“Come back to bed and fuck me some more, Slayer.”

It couldn’t be.

He couldn’t still be hard after the cosmic sex they’d just had, and presumably, the whole night of sex they’d had that she couldn’t remember, except for the part where he was licking her puss and biting her thigh and she was moaning and begging him to gnaw on her some more. That part was coming back in Wide-Screen Technicolor with Surround Sound.

After a night of sex which left her barely able to walk, Spike was still hard.

She wasn’t Sexual Experience Girl, if anything she was the Un-Experience Girl, but she knew that Spike’s thing should not still be hard. Angel’s thing drooped like an overcooked noodle right after he came one time, which sexual experience didn’t involve Buffy cumming. Parker’s thing drooped right in the middle of the event. Another sexual experience which didn’t involve Buffy cumming.

Spike must be some kind of sex freak. He wasn’t drooping before, during or after and he made her cum. She hoped her memory of all that cumming would come back soon.

She watched Spike’s hand glide up and down on his cock. Had she really had that huge thing inside her? That hugeness had to be mystical or vampirical or something.

“Spike? How did your … your thing get to be so big? Is it a vampire thing?”

Spike grinned. “What can I tell you, baby? I’ve always been Big.”

Looking at Spike’s thing made her warm. Her hand crept to the bite mark on her inner thigh. She touched the mark and stifled a cry. Touching the mark made her instantly horny. She stroked the mark some more, and before she knew it, her hand wandered to her clit.

“I like that, Kitten. Give me a show.” He gave her a snotty smile, his blue eyes sparkled with deviltry.

Buffy snatched her hand away. “You pervert. What have you done to me? You drugged me, didn’t you?”

“Did not. Come back to bed. I’m still hard from that Slayer blood of yours. Might be hours before it wears off. I’ll have to pace myself in the future.”

Buffy squeezed her thighs together to keep her naughty hand from finding her crotch again while Spike was watching. “What are you talking about? And, there isn’t going to be any future.”

“Your blood. Slayer blood. It’s an aphrodisiac. Makes me hard for hours.”

“I don’t care about your problem. You shouldn’t have been drinking my blood while I was … ”

“Drunk?”

“Incapacitated.”

“You begged me. Bite me, Spike, bite me.” He teased her by running his fangs out, without changing his face.

Buffy blushed. She wanted to call Spike a liar, but she vaguely remembered asking him, in the politest way possible, to put his damn fangs into her. Two nanoseconds before she came.

Without realizing what she was doing, Buffy wandered over to the bed. Her hand found its way back to her bite marks, which she stroked in time with the movement of Spike’s hand on his cock.

Spike grabbed her and tossed her back in the bed and pinned her under his body. His cock zeroed in on its target.

Buffy panicked. “Don’t Spike. I’m sore.”

This was humiliating. She should be saying ‘Get off me you bloodsucking bastard while I stake you’ or ‘I’m going to flay your skin off’ or 'I’m going to inflict violent, powderized deathliness on your crusty heart' or some Slayerish and free-wheeling punfulness, not whimpering because her puss hurt too much to have sex again. Sex which she wanted desperately.

Spike nibbled her neck and his fingers found her bite mark. He stroked the mark gently. “Poor baby. Guess I’ll have to fuck you in the ass while you recuperate.”

Buffy’s eyes opened wide. She pictured herself on her belly and Spike coming at her with that huge thing. “You wouldn’t.”

“You’ll love it, Slayer. Turn over like a nice girl and I’ll give you a spanking first.”

“Don’t you dare!”

Spike flipped her over his knees with her ass up in the air, pushed her legs apart and slapped her hard, stinging her cheeks and her puss with his hand.

Buffy groaned. She hadn’t liked that, had she?

He spanked her again.

Buffy arched her back and raised her butt so he could spank her some more.

He delivered a few more sharp blows. “That’s my girl.”

She struggled to get off his lap and saw his thing sticking up, practically in her face. Her fingers curled around his cock. She reached her tongue out and licked the tip.

Spike moaned.

“I am not your girl,” she said. Just because he’d introduced her to a number of perverted sexual techniques and tricked her into having sex with him against her better judgment, did not make her Spike’s girl.

“Au contraire, you’re my girl and no getting out of it now.”

Buffy scrambled to the other side of the bed. “I’m not your girl, you crazy vampire. I’m the Slayer. I kill vampires, not sleep with them.”

“There’s differing opinions on that last. You’re getting a bit of a reputation for both. But, to clear things up, I claimed you last night.”

“Claimed me?” Buffy felt sick to her stomach. Her bite mark burned. What was he talking about? What had Spike done to her? It could only be bad.

“I’m going to have to speak to your Watcher. You don’t know sod-all about vampires other than driving a stake in them or flicking them with holy water.” Spike leaned back on his elbows with his knees apart and his dick sticking up.

Buffy gritted her teeth. She did not want to hear from Spike about her Slayer deficiencies. “What. Did. You. Do?”

Spike crawled across the bed and took Buffy in his arms.

Being held by Spike felt strangely comforting. Peaceful. She snuggled against his chest. Why was she doing that? She should be furious. Instead she was being all lovey-dovey with Spike.

“Remember last night when I bit you, sweet pea?” He stroked her bite mark to boost her memory.

She nodded.

She didn’t want to talk about the Mortifying Biting Incident. She wanted him to do that thing with his mouth again and stop talking. If she asked him nicely, would he do that again? Maybe if she let him bite her again?

“After I bit you, I said ‘Mine.’ And, you answered, ‘Yours’?”

She remembered Spike grabbing a fistful of her hair and shaking her head until she thought her brain would fall out and saying Mine mine mine and refusing to put his tongue back where it belonged until she’d answered him. Yours. She nodded again and wrapped her arms around him.

Spike rolled her onto the bed and licked her bite mark.

Buffy whimpered. She didn’t care what he did as long as he kept licking her.

“I bound you to me with a vampire mating claim. You’re my girl, now and forever.”