Part XI
Author’s note: The plot in this chapter is based
around the episode ‘Doomed’, with some of the dialogue taken from that.
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“So he’s really gone?” asked Buffy at the Scooby
meeting the next day.
“All moved out, many of my possessions with him. Makes
a man feel a little used, you know.” Xander looked
less than happy.
United in confusion, the group turned to stare at him.
“Well he spends, like, forever hanging out in our houses, eating our food, stealing our
stuff, never a word of thanks and then one day he just ups and leaves.” He
noticed their uncomprehending gazes. “So why couldn’t he have done that weeks
ago?” he demanded.
“He’s Spike, evil freeloader,” suggested
“Took what he could get and then left,” concluded Anya. “That’s what men do.”
“He didn’t do it in a man way,” said Xander. “And don’t compare
men and Spike. And on behalf of my sex - hey!”
“Can we talk about the end of the world?” asked Buffy,
looking uncomfortable. “Because that’s kind of important
too.”
“Thank you, Buffy,” said Giles, taking charge. “What
we know indicates that Buffy’s fears are correct. Yesterday’s earthquake was
indeed portentous of – well, the end of the world.”
“Why can’t natural disasters ever be portentous of
puppies and rainbows?” grumbled
“Shifting landmasses and what not,” muttered Buffy
derisively. “What does he even know about anything?”
“Sorry?” said Giles, concerned.
“Nothing. How do I stop this thing?”
“Well, now, that’s the question,” said Giles.
“The answer being?” Buffy prompted. She noted his avoidance of her eye.
“Oh, why would we know a thing like that?”
“They will want to open the Hellmouth,”
Giles said quietly.
“I hate the Hellmouth,”
commented
Buffy raised a smile. “With you
there. Giles, what’s their plan?”
“Well, for a start, we don’t know who they are. But
someone drained the blood of a student last night. The body was mutilated,
according to reports. A sign carved into the chest.”
Buffy looked at him questioningly.
“It’s part of a spell, of
that I’m sure. Magicks powerful enough to effect
nature in that way….” He trailed off. “I just can’t find what bloody spell.”
“So we don’t know who we’re fighting and we don’t know
what they’re going to do and we don’t know how they’re going to do it,”
concluded Buffy, tapping the table impatiently. “Great.”
They all sat back in silence, doom and gloom hitting
them.
“It’s so quiet around here,” noticed Xander after a while.
“Peaceful, isn’t it?” agreed Giles. “The
calm before the storm. Or in our case, as usual, the
end of the world.”
“No, it’s like there’s something missing,” said Xander, with a thoughtful sigh.
“Spike,” supplied Anya,
matter-of-factly.
“No! We can’t miss Spike. Except in
the sense of missing him like a hole in the head.”
“Or like syphilis,” suggested
“Maybe it’s the constant insults and noise that we
miss.”
“The breaking things just for the
fun of it.”
“Stealing my brandy when he thought I wasn’t looking.”
“Getting us all drunk,” suggested Anya.
“We don’t miss Spike,” said Buffy, with resolution.
“But I guess maybe we might miss the background
noise,” concluded Xander. “I should get a sound
system.”
“And in the meantime we could concentrate on saving
the world?” suggested Giles. “And one idea does suddenly spring to mind.”
Buffy groaned heartrendingly. “Giles,
no! You can’t make me do this. I am not
crawling to him on my hands and knees!”
“Couldn’t you just walk?” asked Xander,
puzzled.
“That was more what I had in mind,” agreed Giles.
“Can’t we handle this on our own?” she begged. “I’m
the Slayer. Why do I have to ask him to help?”
“I think when the safety of the world is at stake then
better safe than sorry,” Giles urged peaceably. “And what’s the worst that
could happen by asking Spike for assistance?”
“You so don’t want to know,” muttered Buffy, pushing
back her chair reluctantly and getting to her feet with a sigh.
*****
Locating the crypt, she hesitated at the door for a
moment. Can’t believe I have to do this.
She kicked the door down and marched in determinedly.
“Well, well, well. Look who’s
come crawling back. Didn’t I say something about hands and knees, Summers?”
“Do you have to annoy the messenger? I’m only here cos Giles made me come. End of the world. He wants you to
help.”
“You need my help?” He grinned.
“He wants you to help,” she repeated, clearly and
distinctly.
“I think I’ve had my final word on this subject. You
want my help then you can beg.” He looked pleased with himself.
Buffy looked less happy.
“End of the world?” she reminded him. “Don’t really
have time for your kinky little power games?”
“You have the planet to save,” he said
understandingly. “Run along.”
Would Giles
really hold it against me if I staked Spike right now? wondered Buffy, clenching
her fists in irritation.
She considered her options. Number one, the one she
liked a lot, was to hit him over the head really hard, drag his unconscious
body back to Giles’ house and let the gang deal with him. That would be keeping
to the letter of Giles’ request wouldn’t it? Not exactly the spirit though, she
thought grudgingly. Hours of arguing with a pissed-off vampire would not be
helpful to the saving of the world.
That left option number two. Persuade Spike to help.
She looked at those sarcastic, cynical blue eyes. She raised an eyebrow at him.
He frowned.
Very slowly she dropped to her knees, at his feet,
maintaining eye contact. Yep, he looked strangely less sure of himself now, she
thought with satisfaction.
“I said hands and knees, Summers,”
he croaked.
“There are better things I could do with my hands,”
she offered, an innocent smile on her face as she snapped his belt buckle open
and let her hand hover over his zip.
“Uggg,” was his response to
the situation, which Buffy took to imply encouragement. Sliding one hand under
his shirt and over his stomach, the other opened his jeans, releasing his eager
cock from its denim prison. It bobbed forward, almost reaching her mouth.
Feeling her warm breath, Spike moaned and tried to move to meet her, stopped by
her hand.
“You want something?” she asked nicely, looking up
innocently as she ran her tongue slowly along the length of his shaft. “You
think you might want to save the world afterwards?”
Another incoherent groan.
Another flick of her tongue and his eyes closed in
helpless lust, the growl stifled in his throat. She smiled to herself, taking
the base of his cock in one hand and lowering her lips around it. She revelled
in the sense of power as the Big Bad was reduced to moaning her name, desperate
to buck against her, held back by one hand and the threat in her eyes.
A low hiss escaped him as she fondled his balls,
applying enough pressure to make him nervous. His hands, reached for her hair,
tangling the blond mess around his fingers. She became suddenly aware of her
own arousal, jolts of distracting electricity hitting her stomach, travelling
south. Making a futile effort to shake off the distraction, she felt the sudden
but slight contraction of his balls. And pulled away, laughing.
His eyes opened, horror on his face as he realised she
had stopped. “Slayer!” he gasped, observing her smirk. The bitch.
“You gonna help?” she
purred, sliding a hand up and down his thigh. “Might be worth your while?”
“Yeah, I’ll help,” he growled in response, dropping to
his knees and pushing her to the ground, managing to tear three buttons off her
top at the same time. She made a move to rescue the final two before
capitulating, realising that in the greater cause of world-save-age, this was a
worth losing one more outfit for. His T shirt had vanished, leaving him to
slide naked up the length of her body. They kissed feverishly, hands tangling
in the shredded remains of clothes.
“Come on,” she
groaned, reversing their positions and taking control. He grunted his approval for
this plan as she impaled herself upon him and began to move with a new
confidence. Not the hesitant girl he had shagged only a few night before. She
ground herself into his hard abdomen, groaning as she found the friction she craved.
Freshly aroused by her show, he grabbed her by the hips, increasing the frantic
pace, bouncing her off his cock now. One hand moved over her stomach, caressing
her breasts and sending further shots of desire through her body.
They rode each other hard and fast, their moans
reaching a crescendo as Buffy tumbled over the edge of her desire, followed fast by Spike.
They lay on the cold floor, breathless.
Gradually, her brain began to function again. Right. End of the world. Rolling onto her side,
she poked him in the ribs. “You ready for a fight now?” she asked. He looked
confused.
“You want a fight, Slayer?” he asked lazily, running
his fingers over her arm.
“End of the world? Supposed to be recruiting you?” she
reminded him. Reminding herself.
“That what this was in aid of?” He made a valiant
effort to look offended but couldn’t stop the satisfied grin.
“Did it work?”
“Count me in. Just cos the adrenaline’s running now,
mind. Doesn’t mean I’m working with you lot again. This is just a once off,” he
said decisively.
“Definitely just a once off,” agreed Buffy fervently.
For the what? Third time? She got up, pulling him with her. “Come on. Before
you fall asleep. Not going to be much use if you’re snoring.”
“I resent that, Slayer. Vamp here? Stamina
of about ten of your normal little mortal tossers.
I can keep going all night - you might remember?”
“Then saving the world should be no bother at all,”
she countered dismissively, ignoring the shiver than ran through her stomach.
*****
“So how can I help?” asked Spike.
Buffy looked at him suspiciously. She’d never heard him so polite and pleasant
before.
Giles seemed impressed. “We don’t know for sure,” he
admitted. “Have you seen anything strange? Any unusual demon
activity?”
Vampire shags
slayer. The sequel, thought Buffy.
Seating himself, Spike thought for a moment. “There
are Vahralls about at the moment, which is unusual
enough. They endin’ the
world these days?” He sounded impressed.
“Vahrall demons,” repeated Giles, interested. He fetched a
book. “Here we are,” he offered, pointing to a page.
“Eew!” said
“I second that revulsion,” offered Xander.
“Yes. ‘Slick
like gold and gird in moonlight, father of portents and brother to blight. Limbs
with talons, eyes like knives, bane to the blameless, thief of lives’,” Giles
read aloud.
“Fun sort of guy,” commented Buffy. “But how do we
know if they’re our guys?”
“Hang on!” said Spike slowly, beginning to pace the
floor. “They were doing something strange. I heard about this. Bones. Bones? Something
about bones.” He furrowed his brow.
Cute, thought Buffy, then quickly smothered such thoughts.
“Bones of a child,” said Spike. “They were digging up
graves – making an almighty mess of the cemetery,” he added indignantly. “Word
was they were after the bones of a child for something. That fit any of your
theories?”
“Bones of a child,” repeated Giles. “It does sound
familiar.”
Spike and Giles having a
conversation. Buffy felt that she
should be recording this. It was one for the record books. Evil vampire and
Watcher sit together to calmly discuss averting the end of the world. Spike was
good at this stuff. He knew things and Giles listened to him. Which was in itself quite amazing because Giles never listened to
anyone.
Buffy sat back, phasing out slightly. The sound of
Spike’s voice washed over her. Low and deep. Sexy voice. It did things to the pit of her stomach.
She looked up quickly, guiltily. Spike gave her a quirky
look and continued.
“Yeah, that sounds right,” He pointed to a page in
Giles’ book. “It uses the blood of a man, the bones of a child and – the word
of Valios?”
She closed her eyes for longer than strictly necessary,
luxuriating in the tingling sensation that voice could cause.
“Buffy?” called Giles.
“Something been tirin’ you
out, pet?” enquired Spike with a show of concern. “Some vamp been givin’ you a run for your money?”
“In no way,” she replied firmly, giving him a look
that bespoke trouble later. “You just seem to have joined the side of talk
instead of action, that’s all.”
“As I was saying while you were snoring,” he
continued, refusing to rise to the bait, “We have to assume they already have
the Word of Valios and that they’re ready to go. If
they carry out the Sacrifice of Three, the Hellmouth
opens.”
“The sacrifice of three... – Three people are going to
die?” asked Xander.
Spike got to his feet.
“Nobody is going to die. We’re going to
stop this!” They looked at him, surprised. “And we should probably go before I
remember that I’m supposed to be evil.”
*****
“That was more of a mini-apocalypse really,” declared Xander as they left the school.
“Hardly makes the top ten,” agreed
“Well, that’s what happens when you work with the
best,” said Spike with a swagger.
“That’s nice. Glad to see you’re finally willing to
admit that Buffy’s the best,” said Xander, wilfully misunderstanding.
Spike’s instinctive glare softened slightly. “She’s
pretty good,” he admitted.
“Of course a three-legged field mouse could beat you
up these days, but that’s not really the point.”
Spike scowl returned and threatened to become game face
as Buffy reached them.
“All done!” she smiled. “Well done us!”
“We kicked apocalyptic ass!” crowed
Spike retreated to a safer distance.
“Watch it with that thing, Red. Some of us hero types
don’t suit having our heads cut off.”
“I think it would suit you,” retorted Xander. “No head would really go with your coat.”
“But then,” said Spike sanctimoniously, “I couldn’t
help save the world. You know, patrol and kill bad guys and save Buffy from
killer earthquakes.”
Buffy blushed.
“So can we take it that you have come around to the
idea of helping in the fight against evil?” enquired Giles, surprised.
“In a manner of speaking,” he replied. “There do seem
to be some advantages to having this sodding chip in
my skull,” He flickered a glance in Buffy’s direction.
She appeared suddenly fascinated by the crossbow she was holding.
“And so I should take full advantage of…those things.”
Giles was now looking at him strangely.
“Still got a lot of things I can ….do. I figure I
should thoroughly investigate every possibility open to me,” he continued. With the air of a philosopher. “No passage should remain
unexplored. No matter how narrow that passage may be.”
Buffy’s stony glare stopped him in full flight, to the
group’s obvious relief.
“Maybe *this* is the apocalypse,” suggested Xander. “Spike is going to talk us to death.”
“To the Bronze while we still can,” declared
Falling behind the group, Spike lingered and caught
Buffy’s arm. She pulled away.
“No exploring. And no passages,” she said firmly, and
walked onwards, leaving him to wonder had he really seen a suspicious glint in
her eyes.
*****
Epilogue
She woke with a start. What the hell?
Spike. Sitting on her bed, looking at her. That wasn’t right. She
blinked and shook her head.
“Buffy!” he declared dramatically, eyes wide. “You
have to come, it’s the end of the world!”
“Didn’t we do that earlier?” she whined sleepily,
dragging her thoughts together.
“Okay,” he admitted. “I just thought I’d barge into
your home for a change with some cock and bull story.”
“Hey!” Her indignant denial was stopped by the sight
of him crawling further up the bed. “W-why are you here?” she asked, attempting
to keep her voice steady.
“Closure?” he offered, then seeing her disparaging
look, offered, “Okay, a really good shag.”
“You do know that I hate you?” she said levelly,
meeting his flashing eyes.
“Hate you too,” he said cheerfully. “Now are you going
to get those clothes off or do I have to make you?”
She shivered.
“We’re not…” She made an effort at protest that was
belied by her traitorous hand pulling his head closer.
“We’re not anything,” he agreed. “But you and me, we
saved the world today and no one’s going to begrudge us this.” Seeing her look
of argument, he added, “Especially if they don’t know.”
He slipped silken straps from her shoulders and
followed up his logic with a searing kiss.
“Tomorrow?” she managed, finding that her hands were
working to separate him from his coat.
“Another day, another apocalypse,” he shrugged.
This was an argument she understood. As was the
movement of his hands over her body and what his mouth was doing to her neck….
Argument seemed pointless. Bye-bye
rational thought.
She dived for his belt.
She’d think about it tomorrow.
** The End**