Author: Vamped
Rating: R, NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of BTVS in this story. That honor belongs entirely to UPN, Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy (and let's face it we would never have it any other way!).
Summary: Spike needs Buffy's help to destroy an age old evil. Their mutal dependence leads to mutual attraction.
Spoiler: The story takes place post "Lover's Walk" but becomes purely fantasy from there.
Warnings: Character death (Drusilla) and a scene of sexuality.
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Notes:
For: Mom, I'll think of you and you will always be there.
Acknowledgements:
Thanks to my hubby and kids who always support me in my Buffy obsession. Also to my Angelike brother for his "monster" input. Finally to my KinkBot pals who appreciate the value of good old-fashioned smut.
***Special thanks to Plum Jade for her insights and for publication of this work, and well, for just being "PLUM" wonderful.***
Spoilers: This story takes place post "Lover’s Walk" but becomes purely fantasy from there.
Warnings: Character death and an NC-17 scene of sexuality.
Buffy sat in front of her mirrored vanity, brush in hand. “Eighty-nine, …ninety…”She had started brushing 200 strokes a night back when she was just a regular girl who wanted nothing more than shiny, healthy looking hair. “One hundred and one…one hundred and two….” Back when all she cared about was looking good and cheerleading. Life had changed so much since then. But yet she held fast to this ritual, this little piece of the self she once was.
She knew it wasn’t going to change who she was now, but it helped her stay grounded, helped her remember a time when ignorance was bliss. She had just finished the 200th stroke when she saw it in the mirror. A small glowing ember raised by an invisible hand to invisible lips. She watched the embers burn brighter when the vampire inhaled deeply. Skillfully she reached for the stake on her vanity and quickly turned to face the blonde-haired Vampire.
“Spike, how the hell did you get in here?”
Spike finished the drag on his cigarette. “Relax, Slayer, if I had come here to kill you, you’d be dead already, besides you invited me remember?”
Buffy’s mind raced at his words. She had invited him, when he offered his help against Angelus. How could she have forgotten? She had wanted Willow to cast a spell that uninvited him right away but she was so broken up over the whole situation with Oz that Buffy thought it best to wait a while.
“Well don’t get used to it Spike, you will be uninvited as soon as possible, and you will never be welcomed inside again.” It was then that Buffy realized what the vampire had said, If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead already If he hadn’t come here to kill her, why had he come?
Spike crossed the bedroom and peered through the open window into the night. He seemed agitated as if he was waiting, no, expecting, something to be out there. He flicked his cigarette and watched as it fell to the ground. It would take all he had to speak the next five words. They were words he hadn’t used in over 100 years and he never dreamed he’d have to say them to of all people, the Slayer.
In almost a whisper he said, “I…need your help, Slayer.”
“Excuse me, what was that? You need what, Spike?” Buffy had a grin on her face a mile wide.
Spike turned with a start, raising his voice, “Bloody hell Slayer, you heard me the first time. I’m not about to say it again.”
Buffy’s curiosity was peeked. She knew it took a lot for Spike to ask her for help. In the back of her mind, she thought, this could be a trap; he could be leading me straight into danger. But if that were the case, why hadn’t he killed her already. She wasn’t even aware of his presence; he could easily have drained her dry before she even had a chance to defend herself. Damn, she hated when Giles was right, she really needed to hone her skills.
“So, what’s the deal, Spike? What have you gotten yourself into that requires my help?”
“Not here, come with me and I’ll explain everything.” Spike walked past the Slayer in one quick motion. His black leather duster billowed out behind him.
I must be out of my mind she thought, but followed him out anyway. She grabbed an ax and tucked her stake in her jeans, just in case.
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They walked along the lamp lit street in silence for a while. Buffy could tell by the way Spike was acting that something was terribly wrong. His eyes were everywhere at once, searching the night.
Spike finally broke the silence when they reached the cemetery. He sat on a bench and said, “Right then, now we wait.”
Buffy had had enough at this point “All right Spike, you invade my home, ask me for help, drag me out to the cemetery and all you have to say is, ‘right then, now we wait.’ Wait for what? What the hell is going on?”
Spike lit a cigarette; Buffy noticed his hand shaking a bit. Then he began telling her the tale.
“Well you remember the last time I was here in glorious Sunnydale; I was a bit of a wreck over,’ his voice cracked, ‘Drusilla. I vowed to have her back, return to my former evil as it were. Well I did just that, I found her in London and we went on one hell of a rampage. It was bloody brilliant, carnage everywhere.” His lips curved into a small smile.
Buffy turned her head in disgust at the thought, but continued to listen.
“One night about two weeks ago we stumbled across a group of Pagans worshipping on the moors. They were a delicious sight, thirteen of them dancing about a bonfire. Drusilla had always been fascinated by their rituals. She could sense their energy, it radiated to her very core. She wanted them. I didn’t like the idea of interrupting them, something didn’t feel right to me, but I could never resist pleasing Dru. She was so insistent, the bleedin’….” His voice trailed off. He took a long drag on his cigarette.
“We moved in on them and attacked. Before they knew what hit them, their bodies were strewn around the fire. The smell of fresh, pagan blood filled our senses and fueled our hunger. The feast was an awakening for Dru. I’d never seen her so happy. We gorged ourselves on them, frolicking around like little children in a candy shop. We hadn’t realized we allowed one to escape. The bitch hid behind a tree, watching us, all the while summoning an entity that all vampires know of but had written off as myth. She invoked Xeduis.”
He looked over at Buffy; her expression conveyed to him that she had never heard of the creature. “It’s a monster, Buffy; a monster that feeds on flesh and blood of vampires. And what’s worse is that we are completely powerless against it.”
“I think I like this guy,” Buffy said, “He’ll make my job a whole lot easier.”
“Bloody hell Slayer, this isn’t a joke. This monster--it,’ Spike swallowed hard, ‘It killed Drusilla.”
Buffy looked at the vampire, she had known he loved Dru in his own sick way. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for his loss. She saw pain in his eyes and for an instant she had the urge to comfort him. She pushed the feeling away, after all this was still Spike.
Instead in a soft voice she asked, “How?”
“Right, well, meal done. I realized there were only twelve bodies, I knew the other one must have been out there lurking so I decided on a bit of a fox hunt. Dru waited by the campfire. I had just reached a patch of bushes and turned to look at Dru. That’s when I heard it, a low pitched humming sound. I could see that Dru heard it too because she attempted to cover her ears. But the bloody sound radiated throughout us both, paralyzing us to the very spot. We were completely aware and yet ultimately powerless. The bugger attacked her from behind, the Pagan walked at its side; apparently humans aren’t affected by the hum. When it reached Dru it literally engulfed her. The wanker bit right into her skull. Her screams damn near broke my ear drums, I’ll tell you that. But I couldn’t do anything. It drained everything from her leaving her body shriveled, like an old prune. That wasn’t even enough for it, then it devoured her flesh. I could hear her bones crunching.”
Spike’s body shuddered violently at the thought. And to Buffy’s surprise she saw a tear creep into the corner of his eye. Buffy felt his pain; after all she had watched her first love die. Hell, she’d been the one that killed him. She shocked them both when she reached out and placed an arm around his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Spike,” she said. She looked into his ice blue eyes and the hatred she had felt for him began melting into compassion. Spike looked at her quizzically, arching one eyebrow. Buffy snapped back, removed her arm and grasped her ax. “So how did you get away?”
"Well apparently, the local townsfolk don’t much care for Pagan rituals being held nightly on their moors. Because as Xeduis and the girl approached me an angry mob came barreling towards the campfire. All of ‘em carrying pitchforks, lit torches and everything.” Spike choked back a laugh. “The Pagan girl quickly steered the creature into the night, I saw it get away. The Pagan on the other hand wasn’t so lucky, that bitch got what she deserved if you ask me. Soon after, that incessant humming in my head stopped. Then I was able to move and got the bloody hell out of there. But it is not over Buffy this thing is still after me and that’s why I’ve come here. I need you to destroy it.”
Buffy got up from the bench, “What makes you think I’d help you Spike? Seems to me if I let this thing eat you I’d be a whole lot better off.”
“Well that’s true Slayer, but I think you will help. For two reasons, first if you help me I’ll owe you one. You know I make a formidable enemy but I make an even better comrade. And second, once this thing eats me I’ll be gone. But it will still be hungry and it will start consuming the vampire life here about in Sunnydale and eventually it will come across your bloody souled poof….Angel. Then God help this town once its appetite for a soul is whetted, no person will be safe from it."
Buffy turned away from Spike as gasp caught in her throat. She didn’t know if this creature would turn to eating humans after tasting Angel’s soul but she did know Spike was right. Eventually it would attack Angel, and although she had relinquished all thoughts of being with him, she couldn’t bear it if this creature harmed him. Plus, the thought of Spike owing her one had its benefits as well.
Buffy turned to face Spike, “Alright, Spike I’ll…….” Buffy looked at Spike. His expression had gone stone. “Spike, what’s wrong?”
Buffy came face to face with the vampire. His eyes grew wide but he stood motionless. Buffy attempted to turn to see what Spike’s eyes were motioning to and that’s when it attacked her. Talon-like nails ripped at her side and tossed her across the graveyard.
Buffy landed hard against a head stone. She jerked her head up and saw the creature for the first time. It walked on two hoofed feet and had a single horn protruding from a disfigured head. She watched as Xeduis unraveled its bat-like wings. Then, ready to eat Spike, opened its mouth revealing hundreds of razor sharp teeth. Buffy flew into action. She rushed at the creature jerking it back with a kick hard to its side. She followed the kick with several quick blows to its head and chest. The creature screeched in pain. Then it leapt at Buffy, she only narrowly escaped another blow, ducking under its sharp claws. She rolled away from the creature and grabbed the ax lying on the bench.
She glanced quickly at Spike who was still frozen, wide eyed. His words echoed in her head, Once the humming stopped I was able to move. Buffy was not able to hear the humming but her instincts told her it was coming from that horn on the top of Xeduis’ head. She jumped to the top of the bench and with a skillful stroke of the ax tore the horn clean off. Xeduis howled in agony and rushed Buffy. Its teeth ripped into her leg and it clamped its jaw shut. It flailed the slayer about in its mouth hitting her head on a tall tombstone, rendering her unconscious.
Behind her, the humming had ceased in Spike’s head and he was quickly regaining control of his body. He turned to see the Slayer in the creature’s mouth.
“Slayer!” he screamed. His game face slipped into place. He grabbed the ax Buffy had dropped he wielded it straight into Xeduis’ mid-section; slicing the demon in half.
The top half of the monster landed with a thud on the ground the slayer still in its mouth. Spike had to use all his vampire strength to pry Xedius’ mouth open. The smell of Buffy’s fresh blood overpowered him and he had to fight back the demon inside him, returning to his human façade. He could see she was still breathing but unconscious. He stripped off his duster and placed it on the ground; carefully he took Buffy from the monster’s teeth and laid her on the duster. He lifted them both; her body was limp in his arms. Cradling her against him he began to walk her home.
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Spike opened the front door to Buffy’s house and walked inside. A strange sadness fell over him as he thought, this may be the last time I’m allowed to enter so freely. He truly liked Joyce, and although he was hard pressed to admit it, he had feelings for the Slayer as well. He carried her up the stairs to the bedroom and laid her on the bed.
Moonlight shone through the window and cast a light on the Slayer’s face. She is truly beautiful, the vamp thought to himself and he reached out and gently stroked her hair. Then he remembered her wounds. He looked down at her leg, it was already starting to heal thanks to her extraordinary slayer healing powers, but it still needed to be cleansed and dressed. He quietly went to the bathroom and wet a facecloth. He walked back to the slayer and attempted to clean the bite marks.
Her jeans made it difficult and needed to be removed. He reached up, unbuttoned her pants and unzipped her fly. An ache began to grow inside of him; one he had never experienced before. He wanted her. He knew it was a crazy thought but still he couldn’t help himself. Carefully he slid Buffy’s jeans off, gently navigating around her wounds. He laughed to himself when he saw her panties. They said, “TUESDAY.” He ran the damp cloth over her skin, removing the dried blood. His hunger for a taste was great but he wouldn’t allow himself to slip into his demonic state. Buffy had saved his so-called life tonight and he owed her now. Once cleaned, he checked around for a dressing, finding none, he decided to strip off his shirt and wrap her leg with that.
“Right then,” Spike said aloud, “best be off.” He attempted to retrieve his duster from beneath the Slayer but as he did Buffy stirred and rested her cheek on his bare arm. Her warm skin felt wonderfully alive against his cold body. Spike didn’t want the feeling to end. Trying to convince himself he was being gentlemanly, not just selfish for her warmth, Spike climbed in bed beside her and whispered, “Don’t want to wake her, maybe I’ll just lay here till she turns over.” With the slayer was resting comfortably beside him, and tired from the fight, he drifted off to sleep. It hadn’t dawned on him to close the curtains.
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The sunlight was slowly creeping its way through the window, up the bed. Spike’s legs, protected by his dark jeans were already bathed in sunlight. Downstairs Joyce was leaving for work and she called up, “Buffy, see you later sweetie, don’t forget to lock up when you leave.” Buffy was just coming around after hearing the door slam, when she smelled the distinct odor of flesh burning. She jumped up quickly to see that Spike’s hand which was lying just to his right was now in flames.
“Jesus, SPIKE!” she screamed and jumped over him as fast as she could pulling the drapes shut, blocking out the sun. She didn’t know why, but she was really frightened that he may have been dust. Relief washed over her when she turned to see him sitting on the side of her bed cradling his singed hand to his chest. She sat down beside him. “Spike, what the hell were you thinking? Did it not occur to you to shut the drapes? I mean really how long have you been a vampire?”
“Real funny Slayer, got your jollies out yet?”
“Let me see.” Buffy took Spike’s hand into hers. “I think you’ll live, or unlive, or whatever it is you do.” Buffy laughed.
Spike smiled in spite of himself. Her laughter was infectious and her smile, breathtaking, (if he had any breath that is).
Just then Buffy realized she was undressed; Spike’s shirt wrapped around her leg. “Spike, what went on last night? And why am I…you… half naked? We didn’t…I mean….you…and I….Oh God… please say we….didn’t…..”
A wicked smile crossed Spike’s lips, “You’re virtue's intact my dear if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Buffy let out a long sigh. “Then what did happen? I know I cut off that ugly horn thingy, but that’s the last thing I remember.”
“Well, the long and short of it is the bugger bit into you and knocked you out. Fortunately, that bloody hum in my head stopped and I was able to move in and kill it. Then I carried you back here. I took off your pants in order to clean and dress your wound. Then I fell asleep too. And that’s what happened.” Then he added, “Really Slayer, you know you oughta hone your skills or something.”
Buffy smirked, annoyed that Spike had read her very thoughts of the night before.
“How’s your leg by the way?”
Buffy reached down and removed Spike’s shirt. There were some barely noticeable red marks.
“I think its ok.” Buffy handed Spike back his shirt back, her eyes momentarily lingering on his finely chiseled and muscular chest. She had never seen him with his shirt off before; she couldn’t help but take notice.
Spike reached for his shirt and his hand rested atop the Slayer’s. Their eyes locked.
Spike broke the silence, in a soft voice he said, “I’m glad you’re ok. You saved me Buffy. Thank you,” Then without thought, Spike leaned in and gently kissed the Slayer’s lips. As his cool lips touched hers electricity and fright consumed them both. So much so, that they withdrew from each other slightly.
Each gazed into the others’ eyes, confused and searching to see if the feelings were mutual. Sensing that they were, Spike dropped the shirt and slid his hand around Buffy’s neck. He caressed her cheek with his thumb, drawing her lips again to his, parting them with his tongue. Buffy’s tongue met his. She closed her eyes and ran her hands along Spike’s back till she reached his neck. She drew him in closer deepening their kiss. Spike slid his other hand up along Buffy’s inner thigh, causing goose bumps and chills to break out onto her skin.
Buffy parted her legs and he ran one finger between her thighs teasingly playing over her panties. He was surprised to find them already wet with her intimate juices. Buffy let out a low moan into Spike’s mouth then laid her head back. Spike took this opportunity to alternately lick and kiss his way down her slender neck. He stopped just long enough to suckle that sensitive spot at the nape. With one quick motion, he removed both her shirt and bra exposing her taut, supple breasts. He cupped one in his hand as he bent his head to the other, drawing her nipple into his mouth. Sucking gently at first, then more forcefully and finally teasing around her areola with flicks of his tongue. He grabbed the Slayer around her waist and pulled her to him. The heat from her body against his cold skin made him feel alive again. He lifted and spun her so that she now lay on the pillow. Spike rested himself on top of her crushing his chest to hers.
“Mmmm,” Buffy moaned as Spike began moving his way down her flesh touching and tasting every inch of her. He slid off her panties effortlessly and glided one finger into her soft wetness, moving it in and out of her, fueling her heat. He lowered his head to her erect nub and licked and stroked it with his tongue. His movements sent Buffy over the edge and soon her body was shuddering beneath him in orgasm. Waves of heat and spasms racked her body and she screamed his name, “SPIKE!!”
Spike barely allowed her to regain herself, while he quickly striped of his jeans and was atop her once again. He was rock hard and he wished nothing more than to be inside of her. He positioned himself between her legs and crushed her mouth with a hard kiss. Buffy could feel his hardness teasing her, just outside of her walls, he was holding back and she couldn’t understand why. As if in answer to her question, Spike pulled away and looked straight into the Slayer’s eyes.
He spoke in a soft pant, “Invite me in, Buffy.”
Buffy was overwhelmed, as much as he wanted her; he needed conformation that she wanted him. Gently she kissed his lips and said, “I want you come inside, Spike.”
Spike was overcome with need; he thrust himself deep inside of her. Her wet warmth surrounded his cool shaft. He began moving in and out of her rhythmically, Buffy matching his every stroke. He felt her muscles tighten around him and she screamed as her body was once again raked with orgasm. Her muscles contracted around Spike bringing him to a climax as well as he filled her with his cool seed. He collapsed on top of her burying his face into her golden locks. Buffy wrapped her arms and legs around him, enjoying his coolness against her hot, flushed skin.
“Slayer,” Spike said softly into her ear, “this has definitely been the best day of my unlife.”
Buffy chuckled and replied, “Well, it ain’t over yet.” A sensual smile played across both their faces and once again they began to kiss.
Epilogue: a few days later
Buffy sat in front of her mirrored vanity. “Eighty-nine …ninety…,” she sat with her hands in her lap, listening to Spike’s voice as he brushed her hair and counted the strokes, “One hundred and one…one hundred and two.”
Gazing in the mirror she watched the brush rising and falling as if by magic. Well, she sighed, thinking to herself as she closed her eyes, my days of ignorance may be long gone; but what I am feeling now is nothing short of bliss.
The End
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This is a GREAT fic. I really did enjoy it so much and it was a pleasure to help with the VERY minor editing you required. I hope you consider writing more in future when you have time.
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