SERIES : the Adventures of Buffy & Spike
PAIRING : Buffy/Spike
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : major spoilers, I’ve
used actual show quotes from season four of Buffy.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters.
NOTES : I didn’t like season 4
with Buffy & Riley, so I rewrote it.
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She sat in her
lover’s arms curled up in the hammock on the back porch, like a normal girl,
for once. It had been three months since their house had been ridden of the
angry children’s spirits. The lazy days of summer rolled by and she felt at
peace in their home. Painting had gone by quickly and she had ordered furniture
and had arranged it just so. She actually worked in the garden with Willow and
Tara while Spike talked with Xander and Anya inside. Summer was filled with
indoor picnics and midnight soaks in the jacuzzi. Mostly, summer was filled
with long nights of passionate love making and cuddling afterwards. The next
week would be trying, but they were ready. She hoped. She was scared. She loved
Spike, her William. She trusted him, but she didn’t trust the demon. She knew
he was the demon, he didn’t have a soul, but she was just scared.
She was frightened.
He knew this. He worried about himself. They hadn’t talked much about what was
going to happen. He knew her worries, he shared them. Could he control the
bloodlust? He wrapped his arms around her as she cuddled into him. They were
wrapped in a blanket and were staring up at the stars, still bathing in
post-orgasmic bliss. He’d never imagined he could have this, a life, a real one
with a mate and friends and a house. He’d been settled. Dru had been right,
he’d gone soft. If she could only see him now?
“Do you know anything
about the constellations?” She asked breaking the momentary silence.
“I know the brightest
is the North Star. After that, not much, I should know, given the amount of
time I spend outside at night, but I don’t remember.”
“Will? Did you ever
see the movie, the Bad Seed?”
“What brought that
up?”
“I was just thinking
about you when you were a little kid.”
“You think I was a
bad seed? I didn’t kill anyone named Claude Dagle if that’s what you want to
know. But that movie was damn scary.”
“What? Did wittle
miss seriaw kiwer scare the big bad vampire?” She said in a child’s voice,
mocking him.
“Fuck yeah. Her and
them bloody shoes.”
“That was a wicked
movie, way better than the Shining.”
“I wouldn’t say that
love.”
“I suppose not.”
“If you wanna know
something just ask me.”
“Well, you killed a
man when you were thirteen years old. I can understand that, he was a big jerk
person, beating on little kids, but did you feel bad about it afterward? About
taking a life?”
“I didn’t believe I’d
done it, but I’d never feel bad about it. He killed me mum.”
“What about before
that? What were you like? What did you like to do?”
“I liked to travel, I
guess that stuck with me. But my father liked it to. We’d go on weekend trips,
he’d have packages to deliver or pick up so I’d go with him all over England.
When he died, the trips stopped.”
“How did he die?”
“An accident. His
horse got spooked and he lost control. The buggy hit a tree pretty bad. He was
thrown from the top and hit his head on a rock.”
“His buggy? That’s
too funny. I mean, not funny about him dying, but his buggy. Do you miss him
now? Do you feel bad? I’m just trying to figure out where William ends and the
demon begins. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“I know what you
mean. The demon takes the personality of whoever it took; it has the memories of
that person too. I do miss my father and mum. I think I’m a rather odd vampire
though.”
“I don’t even think I
should dignify that with a ‘duh.’ But DUH!”
“I know, course maybe
it’s just older vampires. The fledglings today are horrible; they know no discipline
or have any duty to their Sire. It’s just wrong. Angelus and I were Sire and
Childe. I respected him and did what he said and he treated me well. His Sire
treated him well and we were all family. True he tormented Dru and drove her
crazy, he made her love his beatings, she was never his favorite. She was a toy
for him to play with.”
“What about you?”
“I was his favorite
childe. He never said it too much, but everyone knew. We were more equals than Sire
and Childe. I knew my place and he kept me in it, but we shared affection.”
“Like you and Dru?”
“Exactly, only Dru
and I weren’t Sire and Childe. But yet, we were all capable of affection and
love even. Now tell me something about you. Something from the past.”
“Okay, I fought a big
preying mantis she-bug.”
“What?”
“She had a yen for
virgins and went after Xander to fertilize her eggs and I chopped her up. THAT
was gross.”
“When did the little
boy loose it?”
“I’m not saying
anything. He’d kill me. Ask him yourself.”
“I will.”
“What about you
Spike?” She sat up and looked at him. “When did you loose it and to who? And I
want details.”
“Cor Slayer.”
“Come on. You know
mine, tell me yours.”
“Her name was Susan
and I was sixteen maybe seventeen. I’d been on the streets for a couple years,
muggings mainly, and she was the barmaid at this bar I went one night. We went
out a couple times. She was older, twenty I think, and one night we went back
to her place. Day after I left town and didn’t see her again.”
“Wouldn’t it be funny if she’d ended up pregnant and then two
centuries later you meet your great-great-grandchild?”
“I never thought
about that.”
“It could’ve
happened.”
“I suppose.” They
were avoiding the matter at hand. They both knew it.
“I don’t want you to
go Spike.”
“I know.” He pulled
her closer and rubbed her arm as her fingers traced letters on his stomach.
“I’m scared.”
“Me too Bethy.”
“I’m scared that it’s
not going to work and you won’t come back. I’m scared that it won’t work and
you’ll die. I’m scared that it will work and you won’t come back. And I’m
scared that it will work and I’ll have to kill you.”
“That won’t happen.”
“It did before.”
“I’m not Angel. I’m
not going to leave you. I don’t have a soul like he does. I love you, my demon
loves you, and we won’t leave you like he did. Chip or no chip, I’m the same.
The chip isn’t a soul.”
“I know. I’m still
scared. Everything’s been so good lately, this summer. Slaying has been quiet
and we have picnics and we’re starting a garden and I don’t want that to
change.”
“It won’t.”
“Can you promise me
that? Can you honestly promise me that you won’t be walking home one night and
just grab some kid? Can you guarantee that you can control the bloodlust every
night and every day for the rest of my life?”
“If you don’t want me
to have the operation, I won’t. Just say the word.” She didn’t want to tell him
what to do. The chip wasn’t right. She’d been over this in her head, but she was
still scared. She’d been through this before. She’d sent Angel to Hell, but she
couldn’t do it again, not when the bond between her and Spike was so much
deeper than the one between her and Angel had ever gotten.
“I don’t know. I just
don’t know. One day, some day in the future, you’re gonna want human blood and
I won’t be there to stop you and...”
His hand covered her
mouth gently. “I won’t.”
“You can’t be sure.”
“I can be Bethy.
You’re all the soul I need. AND for reference, I’ve had human blood recently,
quite a lot actually, maybe more than I should.” She blushed.
“Well, what if when
you feel the need for a human bite, you come to me? Would that work?”
“I don’t wanna stay
with you just for that. That’s not what I want. I don’t want you to think
that’s all I want from you.”
“I know Spike, but
I’m offering.”
“What about murderers
and humans of the kind? What if I’m walking home one night and I come across
some bastard raping some chit or killin’ her? Can I kill him?”
“No killing. That’s
not to stay you couldn’t maim him a little and make him woozy so the cops could
pick him up.” She looked up at him. “You know, if it were up to me, I’d say
kill the bastard, but some victims need to put the person behind bars as a form
of closure. They like to look at the person in the eye and know they are going
to be in jail. I saw it on Oprah yesterday.”
“I get it. No
killing. Maiming is okay.”
“No breaking bones
either, ‘cept maybe for fingers, but nothing else. Bloody noses, bite marks,
but no killing, and no breaking bones.”
“I get it.” She spit
in her hand and he smiled as he did the same and they smashed their hands
together.
“Spit promise. No
killing.”
“Spit promise.” She
put her head back on his chest and he rocked a little to swing the hammock.
“I’m still scared.
What if the doctor doesn’t know what he’s doing? What if you never wake up?”
“That’s not gonna
happen. I told you I wouldn’t leave you and I meant it.”
“When do you leave?”
“Tomorrow night just
after dusk.”
“I wanna go with
you.”
“You can’t. You have
to stay here and slay and it’s a long trip.”
“I know.” She tried
to hold back the tears. He knew she was.
“It’s gonna be okay.
I’ll come back to you.”
“Tell me a story.”
“Okay. Once there was
this gorgeous Slayer, who was blonde. And this Slayer had a most awkward
nickname, but that’s okay, cause she’s the heroine. So this Slayer had all
these adventures an...”
“That story sucks.
Tell me something about you.”
“Okay. I remember my
birthday before my father died an...” she was asleep already. He put his head
back and closed his eyes, listening to the crickets and cars, waiting for the
scent of sunrise.
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“So we still thinkin’
sleepover tonight Buffy?” Willow asked but Buffy didn’t hear. She kept looking at
Spike sitting on the porch in the afternoon shade. Luckily the sun dipped below
the roof of the house around three in the afternoon and he was up by then. He’d
usually sit out with a beer and watch her. “Buffy?”
“Huh? What?”
“You’re nervous. Tell
me.” Willow asked.
“I just... I’m scared
about it. He’s going to New York for this. He can’t protect himself right now
and he’s just going.”
“I know. But he’s
gotta do this.”
“I’d just feel better
if he went with someone.”
“I know, but none of
us can get away for a week or so. How’s he going?”
“Overnight flight.
He’ll be there a couple hours before sunlight and he can get to the doctor’s
office.”
“He’s gonna be fine
Buffy, you’ll see.” Willow hugged her friend quick and let her go. “So are you
in need of company this week? Cause Tara’s going home for a few days and I’m in
need of a place to stay that’s not my house.”
“Course you can crash
here Willow. You’re always welcome.” She glanced over at Spike, he was staring
at her intensely. He was so gorgeous sitting there topless in the hammock,
pretending to tan. “I’m gonna get a drink, want something Wills?”
“Lemonade if you got
it. Ooo, and the seeds for the mint.”
Buffy hopped up and
took her gloves off. She approached the porch and he stood up. “We’re almost
done with the herbs. Hopefully Willow will get a good collection started.”
“It’s still weird to
see you doing all this planting and stuff.”
“I know. Kids my age
should be partying, instead I’m picking out curtains and planting gardens.”
“It’s not like you
have to work to pay rent, what else is there to do?”
“You.” She walked
inside with a smile and washed her hands, he followed her. “Sleep well?”
“Not as well as when
I’m with you.” He nuzzled her neck and she giggled.
“Willow’s gonna stay
with me while you’re gone. She doesn’t wanna go home.”
“Good. You should
have company.”
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“I’m gonna jump in
the shower Buffy. Have a safe trip Spike.” Willow darted up the stairs. Buffy
looked out the window. The sun had just set and he had his cooler of fresh
blood and his cigarettes for the trip.
She was standing at
the window looking out. He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her
waist. “It’s not gonna be that long. I’ll be back before you miss me.”
“I miss you already.”
He kissed her cheek. “Don’t go.” She whispered.
“Okay.”
“No. You have to.”
He spun her around in
his arms. “Look at me Bethy. Nothing is going to happen. I’m gonna be fine. I’m
gonna be back in a week or so and I’ll be back to annoying you in no time.” He
leaned down to her lips and touched them tenderly with his own cool ones. His
tongue darted out and licked her lips tentatively, seeking permission to enter.
She parted her lips and met his tongue before allowing him in. His coolness
grazed her tongue before running over her palate. It was gentle at first, but
she pulled him closer to her and he deepened the kiss before pulling away. “I
have to go.”
She held his head to
hers for a moment. “I know.” She started crying. She couldn’t help it. She’d
suppressed them that long, but she couldn’t anymore. “I feel like there’s a big
hole inside.”
“There is and once I
get this chip out I’m gonna come and fill it up a couple few times, all night
long. And if you’re lucky I’ll bring you back something.”
“Just bring you back,
it’s the only thing I want.” She said through the tears. He looked at her and
spit in his hand. She did the same and he took her hand.
“I promise. I’ll be
back Bethy.” He kissed her once more and went to the door. He turned back at
her. “Are you sure about this Bethy?” She nodded. “I love you Elizabeth Anne
Summers. I WILL see you in a week or so and I will call as soon as I can.”
“I love you William.”
He kissed her once more and left.
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She laid in the bed,
alone. It had been four days and she’d not heard from him. He called when he
had landed and he hadn’t called since. She couldn’t sleep without him there.
The bed was too warm, she needed his cool body next to her. She couldn’t sleep
without his arms wrapped around her and the thought that he was dust had
crossed her mind more than once. The thought was unbearable. What if the doctor
had left his bed in front of a window? What if the doctor had staked him? What
if he’d killed the doctor after the operation?
It had been sheer
genius, her idea about Maggie’s thesis. She had done research on behavior
modification with serial killers and rapists. She’d done research to indicate
the exact spot in the brain where the desire to hurt was and had designed a
device that reversed that connection. Instead of the person inflicting pain on
others, it was inflicted on the person. The college where she’d done the
research gave her her doctorate for it until they found out she’d used actual
people, when in her paper, she’d said she used animals. Enter the government.
They offered her a deal in a special unit, the Initiative.
It had been luck that
she’d had a research partner. One Dr. David Burns. He’d conducted research on
animals and was appalled to find Maggie had used people. They parted on bad
terms but he had the design sketches packed away. Buffy had made contact and
told him the situation, leaving out the term ‘vampire’ and replacing it with
‘special.’ He’d agreed, for two million, to do the operation and not to ask
questions.
She stared up at the
ceiling and waited. And waited. And worried.
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Bloody hell! His head
hurt. He knew that. He had tried speaking but couldn’t. There were bandages
around his face, he knew that much. He felt as if he were underground again,
waiting to wake up and rise to his destiny. He wanted to call Buffy, to tell
her he was still okay. The nurse came in every now and then to change the
bandages. He could feel the constant flow of blood entering his body. Buffy had
been specific, that he needed a continuous blood transfusion while he was out.
For an extra half a million, the doctor had agreed.
He fell back asleep,
wondering what Buffy was doing.
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“That’s all he said?”
Willow asked.
“Yes, there’s a new
vampire in town, that’s the buzz at Willy’s. Apparently he’s got some heavy
demons working for him too. Other vampires are afraid and aren’t talking much
about the newcomer. Willy hadn’t seen the newbie, but he knows that he’s old,
older than most around. I’ll have to keep an eye out.” She sunk down onto the
bed.
“Still no word?”
“No Willow, he hasn’t
called and it’s been six days. I’m scared. What if he doesn’t come back?”
“He will. He’s too
pig headed to leave you.”
“I wish I could
believe that. I just hope he’s safe.”
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“William? Can you
hear me? If you can, squeeze my hand.” He squeezed. “Okay, we’re going to take
the bandages off.” His eyes were slowly uncovered and the light hit them. He
sat up and looked at the doctor. “How do you feel?”
“A little hazy, weak,
but okay.” His sense told him something was off. He looked behind him and there
was a crossbow aimed directly at him. “What the hell?”
“I’ve been doing some
research, Spike.” The doctor said. He hadn’t been told that nickname. “And I
looked into what Maggie did after she left and I reread some of the letters she
sent me over the years. I thought they were just ramblings of her overactive
imagination, but when I put you under and cut into your head, something rather
shocking and quite interesting happened to your face.” ‘Shit.’ He’d vamped out
instinctively.
“Fine. I’m a vampire.
I’m not gonna kill you, can I go? Is the chip out?”
“I want more money.”
“Fine. Five million.”
“How ‘bout 50?”
“You’ve gotta be
kidding me?”
“I think it’s a fair
price for letting you leave whole.”
“Is the chip out?”
“We haven’t finished
negotiations.”
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She was sitting at
the table when she just felt panic all of a sudden. Panic and worry.
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“If the bloody chip
is out, negotiations are finished.”
“How will you know if
it is out?”
“Very simply by killing
you.” Spike was getting mad but his head hurt too much to really get in the
guy’s face.
“I wouldn’t try. My
nurse there is an excellent shoot, she’s been a Triathlon trainee for years.”
“I just wanna know if
it’s out. I’ll give you five million, that’s it.”
“Then I won’t tell
you.” The doctor started out the door.
Quick thinking and
vampire speed got him off the bed and at the nurse in less time than she had to
aim at a moving target. He grabbed the crossbow from her and broke it in half.
“New plan DOC. How about you show me the bloody chip and I don’t kill your
little helper.” The doctor froze. Spike had known they were involved the minute
he’d seen them. The doctor turned around and faced his patient, game faced.
“Now you gonna tell me if it’s out, or do I have to find out on my own?”
The doctor nodded and
pointed to a little black chip on the counter. “That’s it. That’s all I found.
Now let her go.”
“Good Doctor. I’m
just gonna head out the door with your little princess. You got half the money
now, the other million will be on it’s way tomorrow.”
“Forget about the
money, just leave her alone.” The man pleaded. Spike could smell the fear.
“You know, Doc, there
was really only one way this could play out.”
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She walked out to the
mailbox shaking from the panic that had set in. Seven days. It had been seven
days since she’d heard from him. She took in the mail and read a flyer while
finishing her coffee. “‘Come one, come all!’ Well if THIS isn’t an invitation for
disaster I don’t know what is. ‘Sunnydale’s first annual Family Day! Close to
the college campus with games and rides for all.’“
“What are you
mumbling about Buffy?” Willow entered the big kitchen in her pajamas.
“Just reading this
flyer. There’s gonna be a fair this weekend, with carnival rides and cotton
candy, that sort of thing. The flyer says, ‘come one come all.’“
“Oh that’s smart.
Don’t these people know that this town is on a Hellmouth?”
“Apparently they
didn’t get the memo.”
“Still no word?”
“No word. Not even a
letter. Not even a syllable. I’m worried Will. What if he decided he doesn’t
want me anymore?”
“He won’t Buffy. He
says he won’t leave, and I believe him, for some strange reason. Have faith.”
“But what if he’s
killing?”
“Have faith in him.”
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“No please! Don’t
kill her.” Spike got to the door dragging the girl with him. He slipped back
into his human mask and shoved her away from the door.
“Thanks Doc!” He ran
out the door. The sun had just set and he was on his way to Central Park quick,
then to the airport. He wanted to surprise Buffy, but he knew she was worried.
He got to a phone and called collect.
“Please say your name
at the tone.”
“Will.” He said.
“One moment please.”
He heard the phone ringing and he heard Buffy answer it and accept the charges.
“Spike? Is it really
you?”
“Yes Bethy. It’s me.
How are you?”
“Worried sick. Are
you okay?”
“A little weak, Doc
wants to keep me another day or so. But I wanted to call and let you know I’m
okay.”
“Is the chip gone?”
“Doc found out I was
a vampire and things got icky, but everything’s good.”
“Icky? How icky?”
“I almost got staked,
but I’m fine.”
“Is the chip gone?”
“I think so.”
“Have you tried it
out?”
“I pushed the nurse
out of the way, but otherwise no. I’m thinking I’ll go the park tomorrow night
and find some mugger or gang-banger to scare.”
“Be careful. Just in
case.”
“I will.”
“No killing. You
promised.”
“I know. No killing.
But I’ve gotta go.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. I’ll call as
soon as I can, but Doc wants to talk to me.”
“Okay. I love you
Spike.”
“I love you too
Slayer.”
“Come home soon?”
“I will, I promise.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.” He hung up.
He’d be home sooner than she thought. He smirked and went off searching for
some cretin to crush.
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She was patrolling.
She’d run into some new demons, not big travelers, possible workers for the new
vampire. Whoever he was, the normal demons and fledglings were scared of him.
So scared that they weren’t fighting Buffy. She got the feeling that they
wanted to be killed, but didn’t want to do it themselves. She’d taken ten
vampires and three demons in two nights. She was lucky her mind was still able
function, she wanted to talk to him again. She knew he would call, she hoped he
would, but what if he’d gone after a gang and found he couldn’t hurt them and
had beaten to a bloody pulp and had died. What if he’d... she heard something
in the bushes.
She walked a little
and the sound was following her. She didn’t want to come up against this new
vampire, he sounded tough. ‘Please let it not be him.’ She turned around slowly
and felt a hand over her mouth as she was dragged into the bushes. Her attacker
was behind her and she couldn’t see much. He began ripping at her clothes,
letting her mouth go as his hand held her wrists tightly together behind her
back. His grip on them lightened and he took her one hand and placed it on his
erection. “This is what you do to me Slayer.”
“SPIKE!” She flipped
over to meet his beautiful blue eyes waiting for hers. “YOU’RE BACK!” She
grabbed him and kissed him ferociously. He continued peeling her clothes off
and her fingers flew to his zipper and freed his erection before he’s had a
chance to say hello to her. She felt his fingers creeping up her thighs, now
bare, to her soft folds. “No.” She said. She grabbed his face and pushed him to
the apex of her legs. “Do it.”
He looked up at her
and understood. He placed wet kisses on her thighs, moving upward, while
vamping out. He bit down lightly into her thigh and she arched into his touch.
He took very little and thrust his tongue inside her passage, fucking her. He
growled as her thighs clamped down on his head. He slipped his fingers inside
her and engulfed her clit in his mouth. She thrust into his fingers, buried
inside her and he felt her contracting around him. “Please Spike please... make
me come... please... Will, please make me come, please let me come...” she
pleaded from above.
“Yes, come for me
Bethy, my beautiful Slayer, come for me, show me how much you love me... come
for me.” He said before resuming his work on her clit. She pleaded once more
and he bit down on it sucking on it’s offering and she screamed his name as her
orgasm hit and she bucked up into his face.
“I need you Spike,
please...” he kissed his way up past her navel and lavishly sucked on one of
her exposed breasts. “Please...” she pushed his head into her breast and he
licked the scar he’d left some weeks before. He bit down into the top of her
breast and she keened in delight as he sucked on her. “Please...” she begged.
He positioned himself at her wet entrance and with one swift thrust, he was
buried deep within her. He began pounding into her and she met his thrusts. He
hadn’t given her time to adjust, he hadn’t wanted to. He almost hoped she got a
few bruises from this.
She shouldn’t enjoy
it, but she did. She shouldn’t need it, but she did and she understood his need
for it. He slammed into her mercilessly. She bared her neck to his yellow eyes
and she nodded to him, granting his desire. She reached up and pulled him to
her neck and bucked against him as she felt his fangs tear into her jugular.
Her second release hit her and as he began sucking her life, she felt his deep
inside her. She then relaxed as the waves of her orgasm crashed around her and
he drank from her hungrily.
When he’d had as much
as he could take, he withdrew his fangs and slipped his mask on and looked at
her. She was smiling and he was purring again, this time, deeply. His demon was
sated and happy. It’d been satisfied with some blood and a little violence. He
kissed her lightly while pulling his trousers up. She hadn’t moved. “Slayer?
Are you okay?”
“I’m so okay now that
you’re back.” She got her clothes back on and they crawled out of the bushes.
“You jerk!” She slugged him and he growled and hit her back. “How does it
feel?”
“It feels great! I
made a mess though, you should probably know about.”
“But...”
“NO! No body count,
just roughed him up a little more than I thought I had. Couple broken ribs I
think.”
“Who?”
“Some guy, found him
in the lieu at the airport with some little girl. I heard this woman going
frantic about this guy that grabbed her little girl. I started looking for him
and I found him. The little girl was half naked, so I... I don’t think he’ll be
picking on little girls anytime soon.”
“Okay. You’re just a
champion for the righteous now, aren’t you?”
“No.”
“Anyway, you jerk,
you didn’t tell me you were coming home.”
“I wanted to surprise
you.”
“I was surprised.”
“I know.”
“Say do you like
carnivals?”
“Why?”
“Cause the flyer
says, ‘come one come all’ and I’m thinking vampires, demons, and other nasties
will hit at sunset. Plus the regular human creeps that scope out little kids,
should be fun.”
“When?”
“This weekend. All
weekend. Also there’s some new vampire activity going on. I’ve gotten ten vamps
and three demons in the past two nights. They aren’t even trying to fight back.
It’s like they wanna be dust. Willy doesn’t know much, just knows that a new
vampire rolled into town and all of a sudden demons and vampires left and right
are running for cover.”
“Wow. Must be big.”
“Willy says that a
bunch of demons came in with the new vampire, possible employees of his.”
“Giles know anything?”
“He’s been reading up
on any prophecies or anything, special occasions or anything, I don’t know. I
still can’t believe it’s only the end of June, I love college getting out
early. I mean this time of year last year I graduated, the year before that I left
town, the year before that I killed the Master. I’ve had some pretty big years
lately. The year before the Master, I burned down the gym of my old school.”
“Yeah, you’re just a
busy girl.”
“I know, I should
really check in with Giles.”
“Then I’ll meet you
at home? I haven’t been and I could use a new shirt and a shower.”
“Okay. Later.” She
kissed him lightly. “I’m really glad you’re home.”
“I promised, didn’t
I? Nothing bad’s gonna happen now, everything’ll be okay. I promise.” He kissed
her and watched her walk off. He started for home and was almost there when
something heavy hit his head. He fell to the ground and blacked out as he was
picked up by whatever it was that hit him.
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“He’s back.” Buffy
said cheerfully.
“Good. I told you he
would be. Is he fixed? Or is he unfixed rather?” Willow asked, taking her nose
out of the book.
“Yes. He’s back to
normal, except for that whole killing stuff.”
“Great, can we get
back to work?” Giles said.
“I know you’re not too
keen on the idea Giles, but I’ve got everything under control.”
“Yeah relax Giles.
It’s not like anything can go wrong now.” Xander said and Buffy and Willow both
hit him.
“XANDER!”
“What?” He asked.
“Now something’s
gonna go wrong.”
“What?” He asked
again.
“Something always
goes wrong after some idiot says nothing can go wrong.” Willow said.
“What could possibly
go wrong?” He replied.
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She was anxious to
get home to him. A week and a half of self-gratification had sucked and she
desperately wanted her lover back. She gently caressed his mark on her upper
breast as she unlocked the door. “Spike?” She called. No answer. “SPIKE?” She
went upstairs and he wasn’t there.
It wasn’t until she
had searched the entire house for him that she started getting worried. He
wasn’t hiding. She didn’t find his duster anywhere in the house either. But it
wasn’t until some forty minutes later that she knew something had gone terribly
wrong.
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He smelled blood,
fresh blood. His eyes were covered, his head in fact. He tried moving his
hands, but they were in manacles above his head. He tried moving his legs, but
his toes barely touched the ground. He felt a sudden presence, a coolness, a
familiar air of menace. He didn’t have to open his eyes after the pillowcase
was removed to know who it was. He looked up at her eyes and said her name,
“Drusilla.”
~El Fin~
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