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Revenge For Love by Tasha
Ch. 1 ~ Ch. 3
Chapter Summary: Angelus makes his way back to the mansion during "I Only Have Eyes For You" where the ghosts of old tragic lovers possessed him and Buffy. Angelus is furious at being made to feel "love" for the Slayer again. He heads out with Dru for a "vile kill" and comes across the Slayer who seems to be lost in thought. In his rage he drains most of her blood and leaves her to die. This is not the end of our heroine as Spike, who can now walk (unknown by Angelus and Dru), sees the fall of the Slayer. What will he do? Will he let her die? Or will he give her a new life to help him get revenge on his Sire?
***Warning: There is blood play involved in a lot of this story, including claiming and feeding for vampires. There are also many sexual situations and innuendos, as well as the violence of revenge on some characters and some language. Please read with caution if any of these things freak you out.***
Author's Note: Quotations for the beginning of this chapter are taken directly from the episode "I Only Have Eyes For You".
Disclaimer: All characters originally created by Joss Wheadon and Mutant Enemy belong to them by all rights. I just sneak them out of the vaults to play with them whenever I can. I do not make any money off of this. I have only the satisfaction that others enjoy the creativity and storylines that I come up with for our heroes, heroines, and villains.
'Single' quote marks surround thoughts in this story. "Regular" quotes are around spoken words.
Giles paced behind the library's check out counter. He looked over at the door to his office. His attention was drawn back to the main doors when the trio walked in. Willow, Xander and Cordelia strolled through the doors. They chatted back and forth amongst themselves, holding their flashlights.
Willow looked up at Giles. "Everything seems normal. Not a snake, not a wasp." She stopped at the counter.
Cordelia walked alongside Xander. "Yep. School can open again tomorrow."
Xander settled himself between Willow and Cordelia. The sarcasm of his tone was not disguised in the least. "Explain to me again how that's a good thing?"
Cordelia rolled her eyes and sighed. "I'm drawing a blank." Giles spoke not a word. He simply looked away from the teens to head back into his office. Cordy jerked her head back slightly perplexed. It was unlike Giles not to have something to say about everything.
Giles slowly walked over the threshold of his office. His face was a mask of concern for his charge. 'What she must have gone through to have to kiss Angel and then lose him again.' Although he knew Buffy had to kill Angelus, he was not insensitive enough to not feel some of the pain that she must be feeling. He only recently lost Jenny to Angelus' revenge. He knew the pain of love lost quite well. "Are you feeling any better?"
"James picked me." Buffy didn't even look up from her perch on the small lounge. "I guess ... I guess I was the one he could relate to." She twisted her hands together. "He was so sad."
Giles was at a loss of what to say. What did you tell a young girl who had her first love ripped away from her again and was forced to feel through the pain and love of another couple as well. He strode over to a chair nearby Buffy and sat down. "Well, they can both rest now." He hoped that it would bring her some small comfort that at least two lovers were now at peace together, even if it wasn't her.
"I still ..." Buffy choked on the words she wanted to say. "Part of me just doesn't understand why she would forgive him." She looked up at Giles for guidance.
Giles looked away before he looked back at Buffy. "Does it matter?" Love was always something that conflicted him.
"No." Buffy sighed. "I guess not." Giles smiled warmly.
"I need to go do something." Buffy stood up slowly. She folded the blanket that had been covering her. She handed it over to Giles. "Maybe if I do a little patrolling I can get this off my mind enough to go home." She rested her hand on Giles' shoulder. "Thank you, Giles. For everything."
Giles nodded at Buffy. He wasn't sure just how wise it was for Buffy to go out patrolling in her current emotional state, but he knew that she was a person who needed to act, not sit around to deal with her problems. He could only hope she would be safe.
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Angelus rubbed his face vigorously under the water of the outdoor fountain. He splashed himself several times as if that would take the scent of Buffy out of his senses. He huffed, growled and scrubbed harder.
Spike sat in his wheelchair with his hands touching in a triangle shape of contemplation watching with an inner delight. "You might want to let up." Anything that annoyed Angelus that much made him a happy man. The man was too big for his own britches. It was nice to see him so infuriated. "They say when you've drawn blood, you've exfoliated."
"What do you know about it?" Dru started to walk towards Angelus as he ranted. "I'm the one that was freakin' violated." He threw his old shirt at the ground and walked across the garden. "You didn't have this thing in you."
"What was it?" Dru inquired. She rubbed some of the trickling water between her fingertips seeking the answers to her questions. "A demon?"
"Love!" Angelus ground out in disgust. He slapped a folded shirt against his leg to open it up.
"Poor Angel." Dru's voice was soft and delicate. It belayed the evil that was within her. She brought her water-coated fingertips to her mouth and licked them clean.
Angelus finished putting his shirt on. He left it open when he walked back over to Dru. He was frustrated and ticked off beyond belief. "Let's go." He'd been under the "control" of his soul for so long that he swore nothing would rule him again. The ghosts of the lover's took his control and will from him. It was not something he could stomach right now. "I need a real vile kill before sunup to wipe this crap out of my system."
Dru sauntered over to Angelus. Spike turned his wheelchair to face his Sire and his former lover, Dru. He sucked in his cheeks in anger when they both snarled at each other. 'How long are they going to flaunt their little tryst in front of me? It's sickening.'
"Of course. We'll find you a nice toddler." Dru clucked her tongue against her teeth and pressed her body into Angelus'. Angelus looked like a panther on the prowl. He nipped the air in front of Dru with a growl and headed towards the stairs.
Dru turned to Spike before she followed Angelus. She always knew that he was there, but her love for her "daddy" was first and foremost on her mind. She figured that Spike would always be there for her when she needed him. When the "Scourge of Europe" were together all she had to do was send him little bread crumbs from time to time, and he would remain most devoted to her. She decided to toss him the crumbs again to make him feel as if she was still interested in him. "Want to come, pet?" Angelus could be temperamental, and she did so like a "warm" bed to sleep in.
Spike blinked to avoid rolling his eyes at Dru. He knew what she was up to. He hadn't lived for nearly 200 years around her without knowing the little games that she played. So often he followed her along like a lost puppy, but not this time. He was fed up with her and her "daddy". Angelus was his Sire as well, but there was no way he was going to hang all over the poofter like she did. He was saved from having to answer by Angelus' return in-between Dru and Spike.
"No can do, Dru." Angelus waggled a finger at Dru. He spared a quick glance at Spike, but nothing more. "I'm sure he'd be hell on wheels, but we don't have much time." He turned back to fully face Spike. He missed the little pout on Dru's face, but he wouldn't have cared if he'd seen it either. "Gotta travel light."
Spike glared at his Sire with disgust. Being patronized was worse than feeling helpless. Angelus rubbed the salt in the wound further. He rested a hand on each of Spike's shoulders. "Sorry." He nearly whispered to cover some of the disdain in his voice. He couldn't care less if Spike knew how much he still hated him, but he wasn't going to give Dru any reason to sympathize with Spike. "Try to have fun without me." He patted Spike's shoulders and pushed back away from him.
As Angelus hurriedly walked up the stairs, Dru skittered after him. Not even a moment's thought was given to Spike still sitting at the bottom of the stairs in his wheelchair with nothing to eat.
Spike smirked darkly like he had a precious secret to reveal. "Oh, I will." His eyes twinkled in mischief. He moved one foot off the footrest and placed it on the ground. With sureness and strength he stood up to his full height. He kicked the wheelchair away from him and slashed his hands through the air in a fighting stance. He was sick of this garbage. Angelus would find out just how dangerous Spike could be. "Sooner than you think." He glared at the stairs, darkness covering half of his features. He would have his revenge soon enough, and this time neither Dru nor Angelus would be able to soften his heart enough to save themselves. Angelus dusted Darla, his Sire. Spike was going to find a way to make sure that Angelus met the same fate.
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Angelus tromped through the cemetery. There was nothing quiet about his hunt tonight. He wanted some violence and whatever got in his way was going to pay. He drained the first humans he passed in mere seconds, discarding their bodies amongst the bushes. He needed to find the best way to make every single one of Buffy's friends pay for every emotion he was ever forced to feel during his ensoulment. He would think of something particularly special to finish Buffy off with after all of her friend's died. That was if he could resist twisting her neck off the next time he saw her. Which would seem to be, now.
Buffy sat on top of the Trevors tombstone. She twisted the edge of her shirt. She was so lost in thought that she missed Angelus and Dru coming her way. She was dreaming of the past, the nights she'd spent in Angel's arms. She remembered the times they'd talked all night while they patrolled. The softness of his kisses haunted her almost as much as the remembered touch from the night they made love. Nothing was right anymore. Jenny Calendar was dead, Giles was going crazy, and all of her friends & family were in danger.
Dru purred with delight. "Sweet little princess, ready for her prince." She twirled around Angelus. "Can we take her home, Daddy? She'll make a nice pet."
Angelus growled low in his throat. "I will not keep anything of her." He snarled at Dru. He pushed her harshly down to the ground. "She is everything I detest!" He rushed at Buffy, knocking her off the tombstone to the ground. He landed on top of her.
Buffy shrieked. "AHH!!" She hit the ground hard. She tried to roll away, but Angelus had a tight grip on her arms. She pressed her foot into the ground and pushed back to knock Angelus off balance.
"Bitch!" Angelus howled. The back of some ribs snapped when he hit the tombstone that he'd knocked Buffy off of. He vamped out to scratch his sharpened nails at Buffy. He sliced several marks down her arms, tearing her shirt.
Slayer blood permeated the air. Spike watched the battle from behind a nearby mausoleum. He was strong enough to stand and walk, but he wasn't quite ready to fight yet especially not with Angelus' current state of anger. The lure of the Slayer's blood almost made him leave his hiding place, but he forced himself to remain still. It wouldn't do to make Dru aware of his presence.
Buffy bounced back up on her feet now that Angelus had let go. She twirled around to face him with a swinging jump kick to his face. "What's the matter, Angel ... can't take me in a fair fight? You have to hit me from behind?" She was mad. Not only did the face of the man she love now belong to a killer, but she continued to fight with the feelings of love for him even though she knew he was just a demon now.
"I can take you any day, lover." Angelus punched with his right hand then slammed up at her chin with his left. "You are the one that's off her game." He ducked to the side away from Buffy's next punch and leveled her to the ground with a foot to her chest.
"Don't call me that." Buffy gasped and gulped trying to catch her breath. The wind was knocked out of her as soon as she hit the ground. She tried to stand up, but Angelus was right there with a foot at her throat. "Angel please." She managed to choke out. "There has to be some part of you that still loves me."
Angelus sucked in a deep breath of air that he let out in a loud and vicious howl. He grabbed Buffy by the shoulders so hard that she practically flew through the air against his chest. He pinned her arms behind her back. "There is NOTHING in me that still loves you, Slayer. Nothing!" He buried his face into Buffy's neck, licking up the trail of her jugular.
Buffy quivered in Angelus' embrace. She tried to twist herself out of his grip, but it was no use. The extra anger and hatred from the events of earlier in the night had fueled him to an even more powerful state than before. She slumped against him in resignation.
"You'll go to your maker with the face of your lover burned into your mind as the means of your death." Angelus twirled Buffy around to face him with her arms still pinned behind her back. He looked up into Buffy's eyes with an evil glint of pleasure and satisfaction in them.
"Angel no!" Dru jumped up from the ground. She regained her senses only to see Angelus holding the Slayer in his arms.
"Don't worry, Dru. My soul isn't back." Angelus tossed his words over his shoulder without ever breaking his gaze with Buffy. "This bitch is finally going to die."
Dru pulled on Angelus' shoulder. "You can't, Daddy." She pleaded with him while the pixies flew about her insane mind. "If you try to kill her, she will be stronger than before."
"That's nonsense, Dru." Angelus loved the luscious creature he created, but sometimes her visions nearly drove him insane. He pushed Dru back with one arm while his fangs pierced Buffy's neck. He pulled strongly on her blood. He wanted to drain her, but he decided to leave her with just a little bit left. He hoped that her Watcher or her friends would find her only to watch her die. That thought delighted him to no end.
Dru screeched. "No! Angel!! No!!" She ran off back towards the mansion screaming into the night.
Angelus broke away from Buffy's neck. His fangs ripped their way across her skin on the way out. He took no care to heal the marks. He wanted her to suffer with every last breath she took. He tossed her body to the side. It flew towards the mausoleum. He followed the path that Dru took back to the mansion. He knew that he had some "comforting" to do to his Childe. It wouldn't do to have her too upset to perform for the evening.
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Spike listened to the wavering heartbeat of the Slayer. He could tell that she didn't have that much time before her heart would cease to beat. When he was sure that the coast was clear, he walked steadily to Buffy's body.
Buffy fought for each breath of the air she needed to live. So many regrets crossed her mind. What were the last words she said to her mother? Had she told her friends how much she cared about them? She always knew that the Slayer came with an expiration date, but she hoped that she could beat the odds for once.
Spike knelt down and lifted Buffy's head into his lap. He looked down at the Slayer. She looked so frail, so helpless. This was not the Buffy Summers that he'd fought so many times, watched the vitality of her dance, and the one whose fire in her eyes always seemed to stir something deep inside him. This was not right. The Slayer shouldn't go out like this. She'd hardly had a chance to fight properly. Her spark was gone, as if something ripped out the heart of the Slayer. He eyes trailed the path that Angelus had taken. 'I guess something did rip her heart out, pillock.'
Buffy stirred in Spike's arms. She weakly pulled herself up further into his lap. Darkness was encroaching around her. Her eyes flickered open to the sight of platinum blonde hair against the background of a dark night. 'He's such a contradiction. He's both light and darkness at once.' She thought absentmindedly. "Spike?"
Without his vampiric hearing, Spike never would have heard Buffy's whispers. He situated her further into his lap. "Slayer?"
"Spike?" Buffy gripped his arm as tightly as she could. Each breath was a battle not to make it her last. "Tell them I'm sorry." She closed her eyes. She knew not why she gave him any message to give to her friends and family. Somehow she knew he would deliver it if he could.
"Oh no you don't, Slayer." Spike pulled Buffy tightly to his chest. "I've got you, Buffy. You're not going to end this way, not because of that wanker." He turned Buffy's neck to the side. "You have to keep fighting."
Buffy shook her head back and forth. She was so tired. It was time for the end. It was time for her to rest.
"Buffy, you need this." Spike placed his lips against the lightly bleeding puncture holes in her neck. He licked them to seal them. She had to do this willingly. If she wouldn't' accept his blood, there would be no chance of reviving her. The more willingly she followed, the tighter their bond.
"All gone." Buffy moaned. "All love is gone."
"No it isn't, pet." Spike leaned down to the untouched side of her neck. He would not put his teeth anywhere near Angelus' marks. He knew that his mark would eradicate Angel's automatically, but he still didn't want any memories of Angelus' mark near his own. "I promise that I will care for you. I will love you, Childe. I promise you that with all that I am."
Buffy twitched when Spike's fangs entered her neck. She shook slightly as a different sense of pleasure and pain coursed through her body. Angelus' bite had been fierce and unrelenting, cruel and vicious. This bite, even with the small amounts of blood that Spike was slowly taking, seemed to be more potent. It was as if he was carefully siphoning out something that he held precious and treasured. Flashes of light bounced behind her eyelids while her heart slowed.
Spike took as little as possible with each pull, but it had to be enough to eradicate any claim that Angelus might try to have on Buffy once she'd risen. If he took the blood too fast, she'd be too weak to drink, and her heart would stop beating too soon. Bringing someone across was a tricky business. The steps were different depending on if you wanted a Childe, a minion, or a strong Childe.
With the last necessary drop of blood had been pulled Spike bit through both his and Buffy's wrists in a fairly straight but jagged line. He wrapped his hand in hers allowing their wrist wounds to mingle their blood. He clawed his neck to open a free flowing wound. He brought Buffy up to his neck. He massaged her neck with his free hand after securing her position with his arm around her to encourage her to drink. "Come on, pet. You have to drink."
Too many seconds were passing without Buffy swallowing the "life" giving fluid. "Slayers are different. You won't be like a regular vampire, luv." Spike tried to coax her with words in any way that he could. He forced her lips harder against his neck. "You'll be purer than others." The blood filled her mouth and started to trickle down the back of her throat. He continued to massage her throat in a swallowing motion.
"I'll protect you, keep you safe." Spike never made a Childe before, but he wanted this with every part of his being. Something within him called out to the Slayer from the first moment he saw her at the Bronze. He passed it off for the lust of the kill for so long that he didn't want to believe it could be for any other reason until now. This wasn't a lust for her death. This was a passion for her life.
"Buffy now!" Spike's voice growled more forcefully. His demon sought something from deep within the Slayer that it needed. The last traces of his humanity called out to the woman that she was.
The sun would be up soon, and they needed to hide soon. Spike quickly wrapped their joined wrists together to secure them. Although that exchange of blood did nothing to turn her, it helped to bind the two of them together ... sharing in the flow within and without.
Buffy felt the reverberations of Spike's growl. She murmured his name, and some of the blood slipped down her throat. It tasted so sweet. Yet there was something else that underlined that sweetness ... power ... He tasted of power, strength and something else that she couldn't put her finger on. The allure was passionate, and it stirred a need from deep within her soul. Strangely the Slayer part of her called out to Spike's blood instead of refusing it. It was her human side, her fears, which fought to keep from drinking.
As Buffy's heart neared its last beat, the Slayer demon within her took over in a fight to sustain itself. It forced her lips to seal on the wounds Spike created on his neck and to suckle the "life" giving force he offered.
Spike breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a more active pull of his blood into Buffy's mouth. He closed his eyes as a wave of emotions, thoughts, and memories passed between them. He saw her life, her fears, her joys, her disappointments and her dreams.
Buffy could see what Spike was, what he is, and what he could be. She saw the fire that burned deep within him, and she faintly caught a glimpse of a warmth that was so buried she almost missed it completely. 'What was that?' It was the last thought on her mind as she drifted into unconsciousness, her lips automatically pulling the blood into her body.
Spike allowed her to feed for much longer than was necessary. He wanted her to be strong, not mindless. She would need every ounce of strength if she were to defeat Angelus. Sire's blood was almost as potent as Slayer blood. He just hoped that all he'd read and known of past Slayers was true. If not, Buffy would more than likely side with Angelus and his evil desires instead of battling him.
Buffy collapsed fully in Spike's arms. Her lips detached from his neck, and her body began it's battle to step into the beyond or remain on Earth. Her soul fought within her. Would it step into the ether or would it remain? What was Spike's demon calling for?
From the power that Buffy took her last gulp of blood, Spike knew which path she would take. "Come back to me, my love." She would return to him, and she would be his ... and this time NO ONE was breaking the bond that was created. "Come back to me."
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Chapter Summary: Spike watched as Angelus nearly drained Buffy dry in the cemetery. He waited until the coast was clear before he went to the Slayer. More than just one thought nagged in the back of his mind about Buffy dying. He finished the draining and offered her his blood to turn her. Now he has to find a safe place for them once she awakens. What would make Spike think that Buffy won't just kill him? What makes him think that Buffy will want revenge on Angelus and not want to join him in his evil? Why did he really want to turn her in the first place?
Author's Note: The history that I have made up is not based on anything we've seen in the show. It is made up from various lore pieces that I've read and my own active imagination. This is one way that I see things can be at least for this story. All characters not a part of the BtVS universe were created by me. (All disclaimers are noted in the first chapter of this story.)
With only moments to spare, Spike carried Buffy into his room at the mansion. He carefully laid the "sleeping" Slayer down onto his bed. He walked over to the bathroom attached to his room to retrieve a washbasin and cloth. Being a vampire he didn't need the bathroom for taking care of waste, but he did enjoy a nice hot soak in the bathtub or an invigorating shower. It was one of the luxuries he allowed himself from his human days.
Spike brushed Buffy's long hair away from her face. Even in death she looked like an angel to him; so peaceful and glowing. He dabbed the washcloth into the warm water. After making sure it was wrung out he swiped the cloth over the various scratches and dirt blotches on her skin.
Slayer healing, along with her vampiric healing, would take care of the wounds, but he didn't want to chance any infections. The time between human and vampire was a tedious and tense one. The body was changing, and any abnormalities present in death could affect the amount of growth and strength in their new life. Regular human diseases didn't affect vampires once their turning was complete, but he wasn't taking any chances on Buffy's overall being.
'Why are you being so careful with her, mate? She's the Slayer for pity's sake. She's a means to an end.' Spike's demon argued against the gentleness that Spike himself was bestowing on the Slayer.
'She deserved better than what she got. Angelus is a right bastard that took advantage of her.' His inner reason argued back. 'She's too beautiful to die just yet.' He trailed a fingertip down Buffy's brow and along her cheek to her jaw. He always found Buffy to be one of the most sensual women he'd ever met. The way she fought was poetry and passion in motion. She fought with a flair that the other Slayers he battled couldn't have touched upon. Her style was her own, it wasn't trained solely in Council techniques, and it was one of the things that made her such a worthy opponent.
'We did only turn her for revenge on Angelus, right?' Spike's inner demon did not like the way the rest of Spike's thoughts were turning. 'Once the poofter is taken care of we'll have our Dark Princess back.'
Spike's inner reason was normally the more sedate of the two sides that made him whole. Just hearing Dru's name infuriated his other half though. 'We are not taking that bitch back even if she begs us this time.'
The demon was confounded. The other half was usually the more romantic and sappy one of the two. For him to be so adamant about refusing Dru was nothing he expected.
'I do not want to look at her anymore, let alone let her touch us. She used us for the last 80 years just to get back to her Daddy.' The tumult of emotions within put its foot down firmly. 'We may be love's bitch, but the time has come for us to find another woman more worthy of us.'
Golden eyes forced their way to the forefront of Spike's visage. Spike tilted his head to the side admiring the curves of the Slayer, even with her clothing on. 'I suppose we could do worse. I always did find her one very hot babe. She's shaggable. Besides, she won't be able to refuse me since I'm her Sire.'
'No!' Spike's inner humanity forced the demon back. 'She accepted our blood, but we will not force ourselves on her. We'll see how she is when she wakes up before we know if she wishes to remain in our bed.'
'If you think I'm letting this hot, nearly virgin, piece of flesh out of my sight without touching and tasting her, you're crazier than Dru.'
'I'm sure we can reason with her.' His inner humanity countered. 'Surely you felt the emotions as she fought to decide to take our blood or not.'
'It felt like an almost supernatural force ripped through us when she finally drank from our wrist. That doesn't mean I'm letting her tell me no. I've had enough of no from Dru.' The demon argued vehemently.
Spike snarled. He held his hands over his ears. This arguing within himself was giving him a headache. 'You will both work together or I'll just do whatever the hell strikes my fancy at the time and damn the consequences.' He sat on the side of the bed, panting. If only people realized how hard it was to live with yourself as a vampire when so much of your previous humanity remained. That was one reason why vampires usually ignored such things. They forced their humanity away and focused on the primal influences.
Spike finished preparing Buffy for bed. He needed to get her out of the bloodied and dirty clothes, but her size made it difficult for him to find anything that would fit her. He opted for clothing her in one of his t-shirts. It looked more like a 3/4 nightshirt on her anyways. When he was finished he pulled back the blankets on the bed, moved her over to the cleared area, and tucked the blankets back around her.
There would be no crawling out of a grave for his Childe. He still had nightmares of doing that himself. Spike reasoned with himself that he turned Buffy because he knew she would more than likely retain her Slayer attitude which would make her want to kill Angelus even more. He didn't want to face the other reasons he feared her complete death. Seeing her injured and laying there nearly killed him to witness. He wasn't prepared to delve into the reasons why it mattered to him.
Spike dumped the basin out in the bathroom. He was glad again that he moved his bedroom to this corridor. Spike's room was in an entirely separate wing from Angelus'. After listening up close to the shag fest between Dru and Angelus the first night, he moved himself into another wing. It was no easy task to accomplish from the guise of his wheelchair. Luckily not much remained from the factory for him to move. That was another disaster that he could blame Angelus for. If he hadn't played "neck twister" with the Watcher's girlfriend, Giles wouldn't have come to the factory in a rage to kill them all.
With vampiric hearing he was still forced to listen to the more energetic outbursts and growls of the other two vampires. At least the distance deadened the majority of the noises for him.
Another reason he picked this room was the little hidden passage he discovered when he first inspected it. The nearly invisible door led into a passage from his room to outside the mansion off to the left of the garden in the foliage. He'd used it tonight to stow his wheelchair back in his room before following Angelus and Dru to the cemetery to see what they were up to. It was also convenient to use when Dru "forgot" to bring him a kill of blood.
Lately the wanker Angelus tormented him by ordering only bagged blood to be left for Spike. Dru wasn't allowed to bring a kill to him for fear of retribution, and Angelus could come up with some hellacious kinds of torture even to vampires. Thankfully the blood was of human stock and not pig swill. The bagged blood was Angelus' way of punishing and demeaning his Childe for the sarcastic comments he made at the factory and continued to make. It also served as a painful reminder that Spike was supposed to be dependant on Angelus' "good graces" now. These demonstrations of his Sire's power over him only served to enrage Spike further, demon and man.
Spike looked into the crate of bagged blood at the end of his bed. One of the minions must have set it there for him. It was sitting on top of a small table to make it easier for him to reach if he was in his wheelchair. The minion had to be one that still favored Spike over Angelus. There were few minions still loyal to Spike. He needed to figure out whom he could count on. They'd be needed to help with distractions when the time was right.
Spike was fairly sure that Dalton was among those whom he could trust. The bookish vampire touched a softer spot in Spike. Dalton was a genius, but he was a horrible fighter. He was a smart man but a terrible vampire. Dalton understood his desire to keep books around in his private collection. Talking about history, literature, and philosophy with Dalton had been the only thing keeping him sane in those last days before Dru's illness was "cured". Both knew the need for privacy to keep the ridicule away from them. It wouldn't do for a Master Vampire to seem too human, especially in Sunnydale.
Dalton would know which of the minions he could trust. Spike held up one of the blood bags. He turned it over in his hands using his vampiric eyesight to examine the bag for any small puncture holes. He wouldn't put it past Angelus to drug the blood. Content that it was hole free, he moved to the next bag. It wouldn't do for the Slayer to be poisoned with her first taste of blood.
For once Spike was happy to see the ample supply of bagged blood. The blood lust for a vampire when first awakened was powerful and gut wrenching. Many fledglings were killed during their first night of existence because their bloodlust made them even more foolish and careless about their kills. He wished he had more time to be better prepared for the Slayer's awakening.
He knew not how strong the Slayer's soul would be to start with. A lot depended on who won the battle of wills at her death. He counted on her soul being strong and her previous care for others to remain true. Human traits were known to carry over upon turning. Usually Sire's weeded out those minions or Childer they deemed to be too "human". Angelus took delight in beating the human out of William. Spike learned to hide his true self from his Sire. He knew what Angelus wanted, and he gave it to him when he had to. Spike was counting on Buffy's humanity being present. If it wasn't he would be forced to stake her. He didn't need another loose canon.
For the umpteenth time this morning, Spike hoped his passion for the written word would pay off. When his quest to seek out Slayer's to destroy them began, he searched for any lore or knowledge, no matter how obscure, on what a Slayer was like. There were many rumors about how a Slayer was created or chosen. There was no way to pinpoint who would be called. That point always frustrated him. During his more headstrong days he wanted to fight one Slayer after another. Unfortunately after the Slayer he killed during the Boxer rebellion, he didn't find another Slayer to confront until 1977. About the time he finally heard about a Slayer someone else killed her.
Amongst the folk tales, rumors and stories Spike sifted through, he located many interesting tidbits about Slayers. In a book he stole from a French monastery he read about a Slayer chosen in the 1500's and another one in the 1650's. Both Slayers died before they were 18 years old, but it was only their first death. Both Slayers were somehow turned into vampires. That fact alone was unusual. Why would a vampire want to turn its worst enemy instead of kill it? The book was previously protected quite heavily. So, he figured the information within it was important.
During the 1500's the Slayer's Watcher and other Council members quickly hunted down the German Slayer turned. Even as they attacked her with holy water and crosses, she refused to fight back. She tried to tell her Watcher that she had her soul, and meant them no harm, but they all refused to believe her. Why should they? It went against everything they knew, right? She begged with her last word for them to let her live to continue her work. Her captors used consecrated wooden stakes to nail her to a cross facing east as the sun rose on the next day.
The Council hoped this example would be enough to deter any other vampires from turning a Slayer. Later, evidence was found to support the former Slayer's claim of a soul. At the very least she was fighting on the side of good and justice. Reports were gathered from villagers who had been saved by the Slayer/Vampire from other vampires. Villagers who were set free by the former Slayer when she found them attested to her care and kindness even when her Sire tried to get by her to attack them.
The Slayer, by all accounts a mere fledgling, managed to stake her Sire two days after awakening as well. A bond was not formed properly between the two when she was turned because her Sire only turned her as a type of trophy to attest to his victory over the Slayer. She easily overpowered him in hand-to-hand combat. This meant the Slayer/Vampire must have been extremely strong and cunning. She could have easily defended herself to the Council who attacked her.
Not wanting to admit that they might be wrong about vampires, the Council destroyed any documentation that supported the claim of a soul. Those in the inner circle were sworn to secrecy, and it was unknown how the information ended up in the monastery's book.
The second Slayer managed to live a couple decades after being turned. Her turning read more like a fairytale or legend than the horror story of her predecessor. The French Slayer managed to avert an apocalyptic battle with the help from several members of the same vampire clan.
The French Slayer's Watcher recorded the history of this clan in great detail both before and after her death. His writings were the reason that the monks guarded the book. The book was vowed to remain out of the Council's hands at all cost. It would seem that the head of the vampire clan managed to survive a revolution whilst his Sire did not. Therefore a vampire who would have eventually been killed for exhibiting too many human traits lived on.
Feeling more human than demonic, the vampire named Charmand was a bit more selective in his meals and his Childer. How he managed to survive over 150 years before meeting the Slayer, Antoinette, was anyone's guess. He was considered a shame among the older clans, but no one that was sent to kill him survived. After 100 years of trying, the other clans decided it was more prudent to leave the now Master Vampire alone. They were only making themselves look weaker and more foolish with each defeat.
Whereas most believed the lingering human traits made Charmand weak, its effect was the opposite. His remaining intellect and personality were a great asset to the vampire. His plans were more carefully thought out. His patience and calm saved him from foolishly rushing headlong into many dangerous situations. Villagers tended to protect his interests by informing him of dangers because he in turn protected them by removing the more evil presences.
Charmand quickly learned that the taste of fear on prey who were inherently evil was much sweeter than those who were pure. The blood of the pure, if not freely given, left a bitter taste in his mouth and an ache in his undead heart. He instructed his followers to only feed on the unjust and to protect the just from evil if it were possible. Those who did not abide by the rule of feeding were hunted down by Charmand personally and killed.
It was under this philosophy that Antoinette and her Watcher, Louis, stumbled upon in the seaside town of Calais. Newly arrived in the port town, the two were attacked by a small group of "rebel" vampires. Charmand, who had been tracking these vamps for weeks, rushed into the fray of battle between Antoinette, Louis, and the vampires.
At first Antoinette feared the true leader of this band of vampires was making his appearance. She felt the power that radiated off the Master Vampire, and she knew he would be harder to defeat. Her confusion began when Charmand started attacking the vampires themselves instead of her. She was further astounded when Charmand took the brunt of a sword slice through his abdomen that would have killed her Watcher, whom it was meant for.
Only when the last vampire was dust did Charmand collapse to the ground from weariness and blood loss. Louis, at a loss as to why a vampire saved his life, felt indebted to tend to Charmand's wounds. With the help of Antoinette they carried the vampire to their flat on the edge of town.
Over the next week Louis, Antoinette, and Charmand talked while he healed. Though he found the taste repulsive, he acquiesced to their request of drinking blood from the butcher in their home. It slowed his healing process down, but it also gave the three of them more time to talk.
Louis found Charmand to be quite intelligent for a man and especially for a vampire. They spoke on many subjects covering the previous 150 years. As each day wore on, and Charmand seemed less like a vampire but more like a man, Antoinette found herself opening up to him. He understood the isolation necessary at times to keep safe. He seemed to understand the need to kill those of his kind who were evil. He in turn tried to explain to her and Louis that not all vampires are evil.
When Charmand healed enough from his injuries he returned to his lair. Antoinette and Louis thought it would be the last they saw of the vampire. Charmand, or one of his followers, kept an eye on the pair though. They stepped in to help Antoinette slay if she was in too much danger. Charmand often requested their assistance when he found out about certain nests of vampires and other demons as well. A sense of trust blossomed between them all.
Louis left out any mention of Charmand in his diaries to the council. He started a separate journal where he wrote down his most guarded thoughts. He knew the Council would never approve of Charmand, even if the vampire was helping them.
Charmand and Antoinette fought side by side for almost a year when a battle of apocalyptic proportions arose. Many of Charmand's clan fought alongside the slayer and their Master. The battle was fought bravely and valiantly, but Antoinette could not be fully protected. It was her job to protect, and she did not shirk from her duties. Though successful in averting the apocalypse, Antoinette was gravely wounded.
Charmand rushed Antoinette to the home of her Watcher. He fought his demon's urges to take her right away, feed and turn her. He couldn't do that to her without Louis approval. He only hoped Louis would understand.
When Louis heard the knocking at his door, he feared the worst. Neither his charge nor Charmand had returned in quite some time. He opened the door to reveal Charmand carrying an unconscious Antoinette in his arms.
"She is so pure and full of light. I won't let her go like this." Charmand looked up at Louis from the doorway with tears in his eyes. Antoinette's body was limp in his arms. He felt her heart beating slower and slower. "I know she will not return to us in evil."
Louis watched the pain on the face of Charmand. There was no doubt in his mind that Charmand loved his charge. The fact that Charmand even came to his house to "ask his permission" spoke highly of the vampire's respect for their ways. "You wish to turn her?"
"What else can I do?" Charmand begged. "I can not let her die. She is the light of my night. The one who brings me joy like no other."
Louis nodded in understanding. "She could become that which even you have swore to kill."
"If she does, then I will stake her myself." Charmand vowed. "I could not bear to live with an evil heart behind my love's face on its body."
"I shall hold you to that, Charmand." Louis responded. "Take her to my room. Once her heart stops, another Slayer will be called." He led down the hall to his bedroom. "We must be prepared to leave at a moment's notice if we are discovered."
Charmand nodded. He laid Antoinette down on the bed. "I pray love that you will return to me as you are and so much more." He bent his head to suckle her neck. He quickly bit down into her jugular with his fangs and supped the last needed amount of her blood into his mouth. He bit into his wrist, placed it at her mouth, and waited for her to drink. When she pulled his wrist tighter to her mouth, he finally relaxed. She accepted his gift.
Antoinette did indeed arise with her soul and goodness intact. Her caring and attraction to Charmand halted any of the Slayer demon's desires to kill her Sire. News traveled through the countryside quickly about a turned Slayer. Louis and Charmand moved too quick for the Council to catch them. Knowing time would be of the essence; Charmand turned all control of the clan over to his second in command. He hoped things would continue to be run as he would wish them.
Charmand took Antoinette and Louis to a monastery deep in the heart of France. He saved some of the monks from traveling "night bandits" a couple decades before. They were given sanctuary within the monastery walls. Even the Council didn't dare trespass on the consecrated ground of the church during that time in history. All three lived there for nearly two decades.
With no outbreaks reported to the Council of violence at the monastery, it was assumed that the Slayer/Vampire had been killed along with her Sire. The Council couldn't fathom how men of god would stand such an abomination around them otherwise. Louis was left in the monks' protection, and the focus changed to the newest of the Slayers in Russia.
Charmand and Antoinette ventured back out amongst the clans. The losses were heavy to their clan over the years. Many were lost due to attacks from other clans or acts of civil disputes between the vampires. When Antoinette tried to mediate one such dispute she was caught in the crossfire of an errant sword slash.
Having been claimed and mated during their time together Charmand felt and saw his mate's death. He felt her last cry of his name in his mind before he watched her dust fall to the earth. If only they could have stayed with the clan and not had to hide from the Council. Maybe the clan wouldn't have become so lost to his ways.
After that Charmand went off on a rampage. He nearly annihilated the entire clan in his grief and pain. It was only when the sun rose the next day that the bloodshed ended. The vampire, lost without his mate, walked out into the sun to become dust himself ... a testament to the love he shared with her. He could not go on without her.
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Spike closed the book. He practically had the story memorized already, but he read it again just in case he missed something.
"I'll get them to understand somehow, pet." Spike stroked the back of his hand down Buffy's cheek. "I won't let them hurt you." He laid down next to her. If he was going to be any good to his new Childe, he needed to rest. All of his walking around tired him out more than he would have thought. He needed to be strong.
He checked out the room one more time before closing his eyes. Strong incense burned throughout the room. He was doing everything he could to mask her scent from prying noses. A glyph placed on the headboard would disguise the presence of a new Childe for now. It wouldn't last long, but hopefully it would be long enough to get the Watcher to agree to his proposal.
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When Dalton arrived in Spike's room several hours later it was deathly silent. He made sure no one followed him. These nightly visits allowed him to keep his Master updated on what else was going on in the mansion. The sun set a half hour ago. Drusilla and Angelus were already out on a hunt.
Spike had been waiting for the bookworm to arrive. Sometimes the timing of his visits varied, but he knew to count on them. If Dalton ever did not show, he would know that something was seriously wrong. He looked up from the bed where he sat next to Buffy's body.
"Oh my." Dalton stared at the blonde haired beauty on his Master's bed. "She's beautiful." He stepped closer to the bed. He looked from the woman to Spike confused. "How?"
Spike drew Dalton in closer. There was no sense in taking further chances of being overheard. He whispered most of the events of the last day to Dalton. He explained why he did it and the loyalty that he expected from him towards Buffy. He outlined his need to get a message to the Watcher. He told Dalton all that he needed to know.
Dalton nodded. He knew Spike realized he was loyal to him, but even as young as he was he saw the risk Spike took in telling him all of this. He stood up, chest puffed out with pride that his Master trusted him so.
"Dalton I'm entrusting this task to you. Speak of it to no one and leave immediately." Spike nodded his head towards the opened crack in his wall. "If you cross me, you will be dust. Understood?" He handed over the book he carefully hid for close to 100 years.
"Yes, Master Spike." Dalton buried the book beneath his coat and headed for the passage. He looked back at his Master and his new sleeping Childe. He smiled, closed the door and hastened his steps to get as far away from the mansion as quickly as he could. He had a mission to do.
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"I covered for her, Giles." Willow voice piped into the conversation in the library. The Scoobies spent most of the day either searching for Buffy or worrying about her welfare. Now they regrouped in the library to share the details of their last search.
"Quite good, Willow." Giles sighed and sat down. "At least her mother won't worry about Buffy just yet." He removed his glasses. They dangled from his fingertips precariously. "We'll have to think of something before school on Monday though. I doubt your sleep over story will still hold out that long with Mrs. Summers."
Xander wrung his hands together. "What I can't figure out is why we are sitting here and not looking for Buffy still. She has to be out there somewhere."
"What would you have us do, Xander? The factory has been practically gutted." Giles' patience was wearing thin. He was in no mood to deal with Xander's berating or whining attitude. "We have no idea where Angelus, Spike and Drusilla are hiding out. Even if we knew, we couldn't begin to break in without Buffy."
Dalton slowly pushed the swinging doors of the library open. He held a stick with a white handkerchief tied to the end of it in one hand. Spike's instructions were clear, and he would follow them to the letter. Much was resting on whether or not this group took the time to read the book. He clutched the book tighter to his chest. "I believe that I might be of some assistance."
Willow, Oz, Xander, Cordelia, and Giles all gaped at the timid man by the door. Oz sniffed the air. "Vampire!" He warned the others.
Giles jumped up, cross in hand, to stand in front of the teens at the table. "You will not harm these children."
Dalton eep'd when the teens started reaching for stakes and swords. He waved the white flag high. "Does not this flag mean I come in peace?" Surely Spike hadn't set him up under false pretenses. No, he would not believe that of his Master. Spike understood him like no other vampire or human did.
"Why should we believe a blood sucker even knows the meaning of the word peace?" Xander stood next to Giles clutching a newly sharpened stake. "I say we stake first, and ask questions later."
Cordelia buried her face into Xander's back. She wanted to hide from this nightmare that was now her life. Oz's arm was wrapped protectively around Willow. He was ready to defend the woman he loved if the vampire so much as twitched the wrong way towards her.
"I have news of Miss Buffy." Dalton gulped hard. If his heart could beat it would be racing a mile a minute.
Giles ran at Dalton. He grabbed the vampire by the collar of his jacket and forced him up against the wall. "If you've hurt her, I will kill you without hesitation." He snarled in a way that would make any vampire proud. Yet this man was human. He clenched his hand around Dalton's throat and squeezed. He held the cross high and threateningly.
"It was not us." Dalton tried to choke out behind the tightening around his throat. He squirmed in the Watcher's grasp. His hands still wrapped around the book, he tapped it against Giles' chest. "Please, let me explain."
Willow walked over to Giles. Even if it was bad news, she wanted to know how Buffy was doing. She tugged on Giles' arm. "What's the worst he can say?" She looked at Giles and then to the others. "We're already afraid she is dead. It can't hurt to let him speak." The softness of her voice was gone when she narrowed her eyes on Dalton. "And if he had anything to do with it, we can kill him afterwards."
Giles pulled Dalton to the table. He pushed him forcefully into a chair. "Talk." He ordered. "For your sake it better be something we want to hear."
Dalton set the old and worn book on the table. "I fear that you will not want to hear what I have to say." He rested his hands on the cover. "It is our desire that you will see the hope in it though."
"She's dead, isn't she?" Giles voiced the question on everyone's mind.
"In a manner of speaking, yes." Dalton pulled at the collar of his shirt to loosen his tie. How do you tell the girl's Watcher and friends delicately that their friend is a vampire?
Willow inhaled sharply. "Oh my gosh. She's a vampire!"
"What?!?" Xander's jaw dropped. "No way in Hell!"
"I assure you she is not in Hell." Dalton began with a calm he wasn't feeling. "Master Spike will take very good care of your Slayer."
"SPIKE!!" Cordelia shrieked. "Bleach blond hair, wants to eat the whole school, Spike?"
"Spike killed her?" Giles' face fell. When he saw Spike at the factory he was in a wheelchair. How could Spike have bested Buffy? Was she more devastated about the ghost incident than he realized?
"No, Miss Buffy ran into Angelus late last night." Dalton hurried to explain. This group was looking more and more stake happy. "Angelus left her to die. He nearly drained her completely."
"Angelus ..." Giles sneered. Ripper of his younger days came out in full force. "That creature stole Jenny from me. Are you telling me that he turned Buffy too?" He gripped the arms of his chair so tightly that the wood creaked and crackled.
"No, please stop interrupting." Dalton sighed exasperated. He was nervous enough already without all the interruptions. "Angelus left Miss Buffy for dead. It would appear that he would have taken great delight in knowing that one of you found her."
Giles stared at Dalton aghast. "That sounds like his twisted sense of pleasure." He frowned.
"Master Spike was nearby for reasons I won't go into at the moment. He had nothing to do with Angelus' fight." Dalton tapped his fingers along the cover of the book, a nervous habit from his human days. "Master Spike knew she was going to die. He had only one choice to keep her "alive" in any way."
"So he turned her to make Buffy his little slave? Is that it?" Xander was beyond angry and hurt. Their lives were a living Hell. This whole town was Hell. Why not, they lived on a Hellmouth.
"Master Spike took the last of Miss Buffy's blood and offered her his own." Dalton hurried on. "She could have refused it, but she didn't. Something within her grasped onto his gift."
"Gift? Are you daft man? Being a vampire is not a gift. It is a curse." Giles was astounded that this idiotic fool of a vampire thought that such a state of life was something to be cherished.
"It can be to the right people." Dalton defended. "In this book are words from one of your own Watchers on what happens when a Slayer is turned. It isn't the same as others. Not even all vampires are evil either." He pulled the book back to his chest partially to protect his heart and partially to protect the book from being snatched from him. "She will be much the same as you knew. She will have her soul."
"That's preposterous!" Giles slammed his hand on the table. "It's a lie. The Council would never believe such a thing."
"Exactly why this book was protected from the Council for centuries at the request of the Watcher who wrote in it." Dalton countered. "Master Spike came upon it in his travels by means you would not approve of. It matters not how he got the book, but that it is in his possession and he has read it, does matter."
"Why would Spike want to turn a Slayer if he knew she'd keep her soul." Rational thought and questions fought to make their presence known in Giles' mind. The whole idea was hard to grasp, but his Watcher curiosity started to get the better of him.
"There is no love lost between him and his Sire, Angelus." Dalton explained. "He has a respect and ... consideration for this particular woman." He cleared his throat. He saw the way his Master watched the pale woman before he left the mansion to come to the library. Whether the Master Vampire realized it or not, there was more to his original reasons than he was willing to admit. "He did not want her to die in such a way. His gift offers her a way to kill the one who has caused all of you and him so much pain."
"I can't believe it." Giles shook his head back and forth. "I just can't believe it."
Dalton pulled an envelope out of his jacket. He tucked it into the cover of the book. "Master Spike wishes you to have this book to understand his reasoning for turning the Slayer and expecting her to remain mostly as she was. He gave me specific information and instructions. I need to return to our resting place to inform him that all has been done." He handed the book over to Giles.
Giles remained in his seat trying to let the information sink in. He looked up at Dalton with tears in his eyes. He'd failed Buffy. What more could he do now? She was the creature she hated the most; the creature she had vowed to kill. Wasn't that her worst nightmare?
"I realize that you will not take our word for it." Dalton patted the cover of the book in Giles' hands. "All accounts are documented in this book by the hand of the other Watcher. I hope you will read it before you decide what you need to do." He pointed to the envelope sticking out of the book. "If you wish to see the Slayer and speak further about this, read the letter."
Willow wept into Oz's shoulder. How could this have happened? Just yesterday Buffy was helping her try to exorcise the spirit from the school. Less than 24 hours ago they all sat in this library together.
Oz ran his fingers through Willow's hair in comfort. Strangely enough he could smell no deception on the vampire. The calm with which he spoke was too even for a lie to be hidden behind it.
Xander sat in shock. To him everything seemed frozen in time. His mind tried to grasp the fact that Buffy was a vampire now. He refused to accept it. Cordelia wasn't close to Buffy, but she wanted to comfort Xander as best she could. She rubbed his arms and hugged him close.
Dalton walked to the doors. "Don't let the ignorance in history be repeated. Angelus will pay for what he's done. Have faith in your Slayer's heart." No one stood up to stop him, and he wanted to make his escape before they decided to follow him. He disappeared into the school's hallways then out into the night.
Giles stood slowly. "It would appear that I have some reading to do." His voice quivered in timbre, belaying the seeming calm of his stature. "It would probably be best for you all to go home now. We'll meet back her in the morning about 10 am."
The gang all nodded numbly. They were all at a loss of what to say or do. When they exited the library it was decided that no one wanted to be alone right now. Willow's parents were away for the weekend. So everyone decided to camp out at Willow's house until the morning. At least they would be together. That brought them a small sense of comfort.
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Back at the mansion a nervous vampire paced the confines of his bedroom. It was customary for a new vampire to rise with the sunset. There was no way for him to tell exactly when his Childe would arise. At least three hours had passed since the sun set. He felt the pull of her to him, but she wouldn't open her eyes. He hoped it would be soon. He grabbed one of the blood bags from the crate. He bit into it and drained the bag in three gulps.
The smell of blood stirred the air. Buffy's nose twitched a little. Her arms stretched out, and she yawned. Her eyes blinked a few times before opening fully. She looked around the room. Her gaze rested on Spike. "Spike?"
Spike turned around quickly. He felt Buffy's awareness of what was around her begin. He slipped into the bed next to her, sitting up. He pulled her into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm here, Buffy."
"What's going ..." The events of the night before flashed through her mind. As the realization that she was awake and Spike was sitting next to her hit her, she screamed. There was only one way she was still "alive", and if Spike was here he had to be the cause.
Spike, prepared for such an outburst, quickly clamped his hand over Buffy's mouth. He growled as Buffy, now in game face, bit his hand nearly crushing two fingers in her grip.
Spike raised his hand to backhand her. He didn't want to hurt her, but he couldn't have the whole mansion running to their room to find out who was screaming. He wouldn't make Buffy his slave, but she would learn respect for her Sire and quickly if she was going to act like this. Just before his hand struck her cheek, he felt Buffy growl and let go.
Buffy looked up at Spike lost in a haze. The taste of his blood created a craving in her like she had never known. She knew it was his blood, but the taste didn't repulse her. She wanted it. She knew it was precious, and she wanted more.
Spike watched the bloodlust flow through Buffy. The look was more than a fledgling's bloodlust though. There was a primal gleam in her eye that made it look like she was going to devour him whole.
Buffy licked along Spike's collarbone with a snarl. Her roughened tongue trailed up one side of his neck until it encountered the marks from Dru when she drained him and Angelus when he Sired him. With a growl of possessiveness, Buffy turned Spike's neck and buried her fangs into it. She tore at the scars, obliterating them.
Spike cried out himself at the searing pain of Buffy's bite. She wasn't simply feeding or placing a love bite on him for foreplay. She was cutting his neck to shreds over the scars of his Sire and Dru.
Buffy drank deep gulps of Spike's blood down her throat. He was her Sire, and his blood tasted like ambrosia to her. It made her want more of it, and she felt herself becoming more aroused by the moment. She stopped drinking for a few moments to lick along the wounds she created. Instinctually she slit her tongue on her fangs and applied the mixture of her blood and saliva to the wound.
Spike started to feel weak. He needed all of his senses to be aware of everyone in the mansion. He forcibly pulled Buffy away from his neck and pinned her down on the bed. His neck burned where her blood mingled with his and he perked a curious brow at her. "Do you have any idea what you tried to do, Childe?"
Buffy smirked in fake innocence at Spike. "Do tell, Sire."
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Chapter Summary: Dalton went on a mission for Spike to the Scoobies and Giles. He took the old Watcher's diary with him to help prove Spike's case. Spike kept watch over Buffy in case she woke up on the first night. Although she didn't rise at sunset, she did awaken a few hours later. At first she tried to scream, and then she bit Spike's hand for covering her mouth. She then attacked his neck upon seeing Dru and Angelus' marks there. How will Buffy react to her bloodlust? How will Spike make Buffy understand? That's for this chapter to discover.
***Warning: Little voyeurism in this chapter as well as blood play of various sorts, and sexual situations. Strong NC-17 here folks.***
Author's Note: I'll explain more in the next chapter about the "demon" that actually turned the Slayer. So, if you get confused in this chapter, don't worry. More history and explanations will come in Chapter 4.
(All disclaimers are noted in the first chapter of this story.)
Half of Spike found Buffy's sassiness delightful, even playfully desirous. His demon, however, demanded him to put this Childe in her place. "Do not mock me, Slayer." He growled and tightened his grip on Buffy's hands above her head.
"Slayer?" Buffy laughed. "Surely I'm that no more since you killed me!" She spat the accusation at him.
"I did not kill you!" Spike became angrier by the moment. Somewhere his research must have been off. This Slayer didn't seem all that soulful to him. Perhaps she was not the woman he believed her to be. "Angelus killed you." He shook her with force using their joined hands for leverage. "I gave you life."
"Life?" Buffy vamped out. "You call this life?" She fought the surge of emotions within her. A part of her actually realized what was occurring in her body. It welcomed the change. She felt stronger, more focused, and connected to the man holding her. She felt like she belonged. That part of her called out to Spike in a primal way. It wanted her to continue what she was doing before. Something angered it about seeing those marks on Spike's neck. It actually felt like the Slayer within her wanted to make her own mark known.
'She's so beautiful.' Spike took the time to enjoy the change in her face. Strangely he noted that her eyes were not amber, but violet in color. 'Strange.'
"Yes, you still walk this Earth. That is a form of life." In the privacy of his own mind Spike wondered what his continued purpose on the Earth was. He wanted to believe he was worth more than a killing shell of his former life. He wasn't just dead. He felt things. He had "life". "Would you rather I left you to finish dying in the cemetery?" He cringed at the mere thought of her blood spilling from her body and into the ground beneath her. His mind rejected any thought of Buffy not being around anymore.
"Anything would be better than my worse nightmare coming true." Another side of Buffy wanted to close her eyes, bury her face in Spike's shoulder and cry. 'It is strange how both parts want some attachment to Spike. Why should he matter to me at all?' Her human side now seemed the weaker of the two, wanting to cry, but even without her realizing it her human side was there. It wasn't that it didn't exist but more like her Slayer side was forcing itself to be known more predominantly. Why would it be her Slayer side that felt more alive now that she was "dead"?
Spike watched the various emotions play across Buffy's face. He saw the battle going on, and it actually relieved him to see it. It gave him hope that yes Buffy was still in there. If she wasn't, then she wouldn't have been fighting being turned. She feared it. She seemed to fear what she would become. He needed to help her see that she was still so much of who she was, only more.
Her stomach wrenching in pain interrupted Buffy's thoughts. The force and intensity of the pain made her cry out instinctively. "Sire!!"
Spike knew the force of bloodlust on a newly risen vampire was strong. The painful memory of his first bloodlust, and clawing his way out of his grave, stuck with him even now.
Although new vampires arose around sunset, they usually took more days to rise than Buffy had. That was why vampires were buried before they actually arose. The family wouldn't realize that their loved one had been turned. They assumed they were dead.
Neither accounts of the Slayer's being turned included any detailed information on how long it took them to rise. The Watcher's entries were only a day or two apart though. That led Spike to believe that it was less than 48 hours between first death and awakening. Something told him to be prepared for it tonight. It was as if he could feel Buffy stirring even in her "death" stage.
Spike felt connected to her on a deeper level all around. Having never Sired a Childe before, he was unclear if what he felt was normal or not. Something told him this bond was going to be different from a usual Sire/Childe bond. A feral part of him was still reeling at the initiated dominance and claim that Buffy played with. A Childe so young shouldn't even feel that need yet. The Sire bond should have been enough of a connection without the drive for more. He pushed those thoughts aside for now. His Childe needed his guidance and care for her first true feeding.
"SIRE!!" Buffy repeated more desperately. One hand clutched her stomach tightly. Her other hand gripped and scraped at Spike's arms. Her hands broke free from his grasp when the bloodlust overtook her. She bucked to try and remove him completely, but Spike pulled her deeper into his embrace instead.
Spike drew Buffy's head up to his neck. He cradled the back of her head in his hands. This was going to be a hard time for her. He knew she would refuse to kill a human being if the demon that turned her was her Slayer demon as he believed it would be. This was a test of just what he had created. He had to know. He would feel the fierce need to protect his Childe no matter what, but something told him that he only wanted Buffy to be the Childe he felt she would be able to live with herself being. He didn't want her to spend an eternity unhappy or dust herself. "It's all right, pet. You just need to feed."
"NO!" Buffy shook her head back and forth in a panic. "I won't kill anyone. I'd rather starve and die ... well dust." Tears flowed freely down her cheeks even as her cravings fought to make her break that vow. She needed the blood, and she wanted it. She would not take it by the death of an innocent though.
"Childe ..." Spike's tone held the authority of his position to her. He was a step away from going against his own wishes on controlling her. He wouldn't let her starve. He tried instead to use his voice in a reasoning manner, asking her to respect his knowledge of things. He only hoped that she would accept it. "You have to eat, pet."
Buffy picked her head up from where it rested on his shoulder before. "Please don't make me kill someone, Sire." She used his title in a respectful manner. She wanted to please him, but if she felt the blood of an innocent on her hands it would kill her more than her original death. Her Slayer wanted vengeance, and it craved the violence of battle, but it too wanted only the blood of the dark or unjust. "Please, Spike."
Spike realized that Buffy passed the test and temptation with flying colors. "Damnit, Slayer. I'm not the bastard that Angelus is." He growled. Even as he was happy that she passed, her begging upset him. He was not that wicked. "That would be beyond cruel to turn you and then expect you to feast on those you are sworn to protect." He pulled her face to his neck once more. "Drink. I give you permission to this time."
'Permission?' Buffy thought. 'Is that what I did wrong before?' A nagging part of her mind told her that was part of the reason Spike was upset before. He was her Sire. Didn't Giles say something about Sire's blood being a gift and more potent than any other blood, save a Slayer's? 'Sometimes I really wished that I'd paid more attention to Giles' lectures.'
Spike pulled several bags of blood from the crate. He bit into one, quickly draining it. "Later we will talk more about your feeding, but now you need this to make you stronger." He tossed the empty bag aside.
Buffy could smell the blood in the air. She turned her head to see Spike draining another blood bag. She sniffed near his lips. 'Human. How odd. Since when did Spike start bagging it?' That train of thought was lost as her gut tightened again. She looked up into Spike's eyes.
Spike nodded. As he looked at Buffy his look was actually full of pride. No fledgling could control their bloodlust for as long or as well as Buffy had. She hadn't even spent the whole time in her vampiric countenance. He tilted his head to the side, brushing his nose against her cheek to guide her down towards his throat.
Buffy needed no further urging. With a delight she never knew she'd have, she vamped out and sank her fangs deeply into Spike's throat. She growled deeply as each drawn out stream of her Sire's blood warmed and coated her throat. She swore that it was the sweetest and most wonderful thing she ever tasted, even if a part of her was going "yuck ".
Spike gasped at the intensity of Buffy's bite. He clutched two blood bags in his hands and drained them both simultaneously. Buffy was taking a lot from him, and he didn't want her to have to stop until she had her fill. His cock hardened at the pleasure of their joining. He could feel her amazement and delight through the Sire/Childe bond, but he also felt it through the bond of her fangs in his neck feeding from him. The sharing of blood between vampires was considered quite an erotic state to be in. Usually sex preceded the bite. He wasn't about to force that on Buffy. She was confused enough already. Fate had other plans though.
Buffy growled louder, and her fingernails scraped down Spike's back. She slowed her drinking from him, but she refused to let go of his neck. She took small sips and swallows of his precious blood while she curled her body into his lap. One leg slid around one side of him and the other slid around until she could lock her ankles behind him. No explanation was needed or given. She felt a power running through her, and she wanted to share it all with him.
Buffy's shift in position forced a groan from Spike. He was already quite hard and straining against the jeans he still wore. Buffy's nightshirt, which was one of his own t-shirts, rode up her hips to bare a portion of her stomach. Her barely covered sex was moist, and he could feel the heat of her arousal. 'Wait a minute. Heat?' It dawned him on that although Buffy was nowhere near the temperature of a normal human, she wasn't as cold as a vampire either. She was somewhere in-between. This revelation aroused him even more. He ground his hips up into her warmth, clutching her uncovered cheeks with his hand, and pushed her into his grinding.
Buffy broke away from Spike's neck with a gasp. She pulled her breasts tight against him, rubbing hardened nipples through her shirt against his bare chest. She rocked her hips forward which rolled and circled her covered heat over his burgeoning erection. "Want you. Need you." She snarled breathlessly. She tried to push him down the bed to be on top of him.
In an echo of Buffy's snarl, Spike growled his response. He twisted her around so that her back was to the headboard. He felt her pushing at him, but he refused to allow her the dominant position. His demon and his man lusted after this woman, but his demon would not allow Buffy the first play of dominance for now. One hand reached behind him to unlock her tightened ankles. He forced her down onto the bed on her back hard. His demon pulled forth his needed claws and shredded the t-shirt on her, purposely nicking her skin in several places.
Buffy's body felt like it was on fire. It burned for him like a raging forest fire with no hope of being quenched without him. This was all so new to her, and yet she knew instinctively what to do. Angel had been her first and only time to be intimate with any man. How she could be so wanton, she didn't know. She only knew that she had to have Spike and have him now. She needed to feel him fill her, or she swore she would die another type of death.
Spike licked his way up Buffy's chest. He lapped his tongue over each tiny cut, suckling her blood into his mouth. Between her vampiric and slayer healing, each wound was closing fast once he licked it. He grinned wickedly while her body writhed underneath his touch. When he reached her covered breasts he bit through the lace at the front with his sharp canines. He brushed the material aside with his nose to pay direct attention to her golden globes. Her skin color would more than likely fade with time, but she would be beautiful to him no matter what.
Buffy twisted her fingers in Spike's hair. She pulled at the blonde strands trying to hold on and guide him to where she ached the most. She kicked against the bed and squirmed more. "Yes. Spike!" She called out, but when he reached her panties, ripped them off, and placed his cool tongue at her entrance she screamed out, "SIRE!"
Spike jumped up to cover Buffy's mouth with his in a passionate kiss. He loved the ring of her voice in his hears in pleasure, but that scream could bring the whole mansion down on them. Dalton said that Dru and Angelus were out hunting. He hoped they were far enough away that they didn't hear that. "Quiet, or you'll bring all of hell down on us."
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Dalton walked carefully up to the mansion. He was ever mindful of any noises or shadows around him. He was successful in living through his confrontation with the Slayer's friends, and he didn't want his death to happen so near to his goal of returning to his Master. Confident that the coast was clear, he snuck into the garden's foliage to the door of the hidden passage.
Dalton crept up the stairs. Spike said that no one knew of this place, but you never knew when one of the more curious vampires could discover it. He was just about to Spike's room when he heard it ... the beautiful and passionate voice of his Master's Childe calling out for her Sire. He stopped dead in his tracks, with his hand on the door panel.
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Buffy whimpered as much for the loss of his intimate touches as she was for the scolding from Spike. Her eyes held the apology in them, but they also showed him the desires she had to continue.
"Will you be good?" Spike asked.
Buffy nodded.
"I want to hear you pet, but not today. We have to get you to safety first." Spike was genuinely worried about Buffy. Angelus, his Sire, would stop at nothing to see Buffy destroyed. She wasn't quite ready to face him yet, and it was his duty to make sure she was. This was becoming more than just revenge. He cared whether or not Buffy made it out of the battle even more than he wanted to see his Sire dead.
Buffy nodded again then whimpered. She sounded like a lost puppy looking for their Master, and her eyes reflected almost as much. "Please." She muttered behind his hand. "Please, Sire." She wriggled her body underneath him to entice him back to his previous touches.
Spike's desire for her grew with the whimpered pleas of his Childe. How could she be so innocent and so seductive at the same time? It baffled his mind. He kissed his way back down her chest, lavishing attention to each breast. His free hand traveled back down her stomach to her covered pussy. He rested his fingers on the outside of the satin covering her there, pressing just lightly into her clit to scrape the fabric over the tender nub.
Buffy closed her eyes. She actually bit her lip, and accidentally Spike's hand, to stifle the moan that wished to escape her lips. Spike's yelp of pain automatically brought her tongue out to care and treat the unintentional wound. She suckled the cut harder to get more of his blood.
Spike watched Buffy gather his blood on her tongue and enjoy it. It made him even harder than he thought was possible. He tore her panties off in shreds to get to his prize. He plunged two fingers into an already very wet hole of pleasure.
Buffy's pussy quickly accustomed itself to the two fingers and begged for a third then a fourth. When Spike obliged her hips rose off the bed and plummeted back down. She wriggled around, her body moving to show his affect on her instead of calling it out. Her body was strung tighter and tighter with each luscious tension that this primal like joining was creating.
Spike bit into Buffy's breast with his fangs just above her nipple. He groaned at the tightening of her inner muscles around his fingers and the flow of juices that were produced with the painful pleasure of his bite. He had a wicked thought about piercing a fang through her nipple to place a ring in it. Her nipples were so pert and tasty. He wanted to adorn them with jewels to accent her beauty. 'Perhaps later.'
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Dalton pushed the panel open just a little bit. Even from the little slit of the room that the door revealed he could see the passionate embrace of Spike and Buffy. He shivered in response to the smells of arousal and power that emanated from the room. It was intoxicating. Even Angelus and Drusilla did not smell of this with the same intensity, and they'd gone at each other anywhere they wanted to in the mansion. Many times he'd been witness to their couplings, but it was never like this.
Dalton needed to tell Spike that his mission was complete, but this was a touchy time for Sire and Childe. Their first bonds would be the strongest. If he interrupted now, it could damage the closeness later. He was torn in his duty, his demon's desire to watch, and his human's side to let them be. He decided on listening to the last two.
Dalton sat against the back wall of the passage to keep himself as far away from the door as possible. It still allowed him to gaze upon his Master and his new probable new Mistress without the worry of being caught. He was sure that Master Spike would be too caught up in Buffy's scent, and his own desires, to notice Dalton's presence.
Dalton ran his hand down the front of his tied breeches. He bit his lower lip as Spike's head moved down and now bobbed between Buffy's legs. He released his own cock from its confines and wrapped a tight grip around it. While he watched his Master in the throes of pleasure he stroked his cock from head to base. His movements sped up when theirs did, and he tried to calm down when they slowed down.
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Spike grinned into Buffy's curls as the smell of a male vampire's arousal hit his nose harder. By scent, he knew it was Dalton. His senses were on high alert, and he had not missed Dalton's entrance into the tunnel nor his slight opening of the door. Peering up at Buffy's face, he could tell that she had missed these signs. Under normal circumstances, well normal for vampires anyways, he would have invited Dalton into the room for a closer look. He would have possibly even allowed him on the bed to watch Spike and Buffy together, but he doubted that Buffy was ready for such a display.
Spike drove his tongue deeper between Buffy's lips and lapped up the sweet nectar of her womanly body into his mouth. 'Nothing says I can't give our little pet a show though, now does it?' He reveled in the thrill of it all. Dalton was his most loyal, and he deserved a treat. He wasn't a threat to his relationship with Buffy. He trusted him. He quickly forgot about Dalton's presence, getting lost in Buffy's alluring scent.
Buffy bucked her hips into Spike's mouth. She tightened her thighs on either side of his head. Angel certainly hadn't done this to her. At first she was frightened when Spike kissed his way down her stomach to her pussy. Then she thought she would die when his tongue stroked her folds. Now, all she wanted was the pleasure he was giving her. She spiraled higher and higher to the pinnacle. She slapped hand over her mouth to help her from screaming out.
Spike could tell that Buffy was near. The twitching of her muscles around his fingers was only one of the signs of her body. Everything he did, she responded to in so many wonderful reactions. He watched her face. He memorized every movement and reaction. He shook his head back and forth, pressing inward to bury his tongue as deeply as he could within her and then scraped his teeth along her lips on the way out.
Buffy couldn't stand it any longer. Her body was going to explode, and she didn't care who or what she was anymore. All that mattered was the pleasure she was receiving and the man giving it to her. 'I have to have this. I have to keep this.' Her mind repeated over and over as she started to fall over into her first orgasm with Spike.
Spike felt the intense tightening of Buffy's muscles on his tongue. The flood of juices that hit his tongue on the first pulse intoxicated him. With that first burst of her orgasm he leapt from his position between her thighs to position his cock and thrust forward into her warm tight passage.
The loss of his mouth was replaced soon with the pounding and full thrust of his thick cock into her core. Her orgasm burst again, turning into a multiple twist around each climax. She forced Spike's face down to hers and buried her scream in a passionate tangling of their tongues and mouths mimicking the fucking of their bodies below.
Spike grabbed both sides of Buffy's face tightly. He fucked her hard and wild, plunging his cock deep into her depths to bury himself against her womb again and again. They were both in full game face. Their fangs bit into each other's lips and tongues, but it only drove their passions further. The mingling of their blood was perfect, and the taste divine. Both hungered for the other and the joint blood was his undoing.
Buffy sucked on Spike's tongue as her blood mingled with his. She felt the tingling of their tongues touching and the wounds continuously being massaged by the other's blood and tongue. She locked her legs just under Spike's butt and pushed his whole body up against hers to force his cock in as far as it would go in a quick but held thrust.
It was Spike's turn to bury his scream in Buffy's mouth and throat. Their mingled blood started his climax, but when his cockhead speared her womb and her pussy tightened around his cock, he lost it. Large thick bursts of his cold seed creamed Buffy's pussy and womb. His legs buckled while his hips bounced in shorter strokes to remain as deep in her as he could while he came.
Buffy scratched her fingernails up and down Spike's shoulder blades. Her body rocketed into another orgasm that kept flowing into another and another. Each stream of his cold seed made her pussy spasm again. Every little twitch of his cock and hips sent her into ecstasy due to her increased sensitivity.
Spike ripped his mouth away from Buffy's. He stared into her eyes only a moment before he saw the marks on the side of her neck. Although he knew that his marks for turning her were more important than those of the one that first plunged into her, his demon was livid. 'No one will touch her again. She is mine.' He growled loudly and plunged his fangs into the Master's and Angelus' side of her neck. He would obliterate their marks for good with a mark that would erase theirs.
Buffy's eyes widened and her sex twisted into another climax when Spike bit her. She wanted to taste him. She needed to be one with him in all ways. She leaned up far enough to quickly pierce Spike's neck with her fangs and counter drink to his pulls on her neck. The scars which she'd previous torn out were slightly more faded, even in the reddening of the torn skin. It angered Buffy's Slayer inside that the marks were not completely gone. It knew what Spike was doing, and the Slayer wanted it the same.
Spike took several long pulls of Buffy's blood before he ripped his head from side to side again to make sure nothing would remain of the previous marks. Bloodied lips glistened in the dim light of the candles in the room when he pulled back enough to speak low in her ear. "Blood of my blood. Childe and yet now Sire. Two beings, one life. You are mine, forever shall be. No one shall come between me and thee. I claim thee for my own."
Buffy broke away from Spike's neck to utter one word, "Yours." Her whole body radiated in a pulsing electricity. She felt a warmth push through her, and her hand was forced to rest against Spike's chest near his unbeating heart. She pulled back to look into his eyes. His blood tainted her lips in red. She stared into his eyes, her fingers tingling against his chest. "Blood entwined, shared as one, and freely given. Two beings, one life. I am yours, and you are mine. Forever shall it be. I claim thee for my own."
Spike stared aghast at Buffy. "Yours." He answered in complete awe that she returned the claim fully. Her demon must be a lot stronger than he anticipated. He felt the power emanating from her. He felt a pulse and almost a pain in his chest. It wasn't bad, but it burned. He opened Buffy's mouth with his tongue to knick it on her fangs. Something about it seemed more right than biting his own tongue, more intimate and shared.
Buffy slit her tongue on Spike's fangs before he could remove his mouth completely. They both took their bleeding tongues back to the other one's neck. Coating the blood of their tongues over the blood of the punctures, they blended their blood and sealed the wounds. Each of them buried their face against the other one's neck while their bodies once again thrust and rocked against each other.
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Dalton watched from his perch in the tunnel. 'Oh my.' He gazed in wonderment at the green and blue mist that hovered over the two vampires. He felt the joy of the claiming taking place all around him. The misty light pulsed during the uttered words and soared down into both of them as a golden ray when the bites were sealed, ultimately completing the claim.
Dalton found himself caught up in the moment. His cock erupted in his hand, and he was forced to bite into his other hand to keep from alerting his Master and new Mistress of his presence. Panting needlessly, he tried to gather his wits about him before he thought about entering the room.
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Buffy and Spike careened over the precipice of their mating one last time in a mixture of buried moans and growls against each other's necks. Spike collapsed on top of Buffy. Then, he turned her to the side. His cock, still hard within her, never left her canal since he rolled to the side with her. Instead he lifted one of her legs over his to draw her in closer.
Buffy relished the feel of his cool body against hers. She didn't want to lose their connection anytime soon. She was actually thankful that Spike seemed to feel the same way. She nestled her face against his neck and purred against her mark.
Spike shivered in pleasure. 'Minx.' He licked the side of Buffy's neck, playfully nipping his mark. "Rest love. I think we have quite a few things to talk about when we wake up."
Buffy nodded her head. Somehow her unlife didn't seem as bad anymore. Spike would take care of her, and she had a feeling that now he would never leave her either. A contentment she never knew washed over her. She'd been happy when she made love to Angel, but this transcended that by miles. 'I never thought I would feel the perfect peace in the arms of the one I thought was my mortal enemy.' She pondered that thought. 'I guess he really did save me.'
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