Bite Me
By Fyre
TITLE: Bite Me
AUTHOR: Fyredansa
EMAIL: Fyredansa@hotmail.com
SUMMARY: Someone's feeling depressed and someone's back again. Need I say more?
FEEDBACK: Hey, if you like it, please comment. If not, I'll go and sulk in the corner.
DISTRIBUTION: Just here at the mo...but anyone can have it :-) Just ask nicely ;-)
SPOILERS: Just after 'Lover's Walk'.
COUPLE: Wait and see - B/A, C/X, W/O, W/X all implied
RATING: Series starts out nice - no worse than the TV show, but I get the feeling it make get worse *naughty grin*
DISCLAIMER: Let me get this clear - if I owned these guys, do you THINK I would waste time writing? Ho no! ;-) These chaps and chapettes (chaps preferred) belong to Joss Whedon and all the other companies involved with the TV show. I should have asked for permission to use them, but I didn't and its too late now, so please don't sue me cos I'm poor!
CLASSIFICATION: This is part one of the "If you say so." series.
NOTES: My mind does funny thing when I'm meant to be focusing on lectures. This is the result.
DEDICATED: Anyone who actually reads it :-D
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Shielded in the shadows, the vampire watched the dark-haired girl exit the building, pausing to lean against the wall. She looked exhausted, her temple resting against the rough stone, her eyes half-closed.
As impeccable as ever, she seemed to have gone for the tousled look, her hair unbound and blowing around her in the light breeze. The mini-skirt and shirt hugged her figure and the vampire found himself wondering how she would look in leather.
One slim, perfectly-tanned hand rose to brush back the swathe of loose locks that fell across her cheeks, her every movement graceful and smooth, surprisingly so for a teenager. Again, the vampire found himself imagining her in taut, black leather.
The moon hung heavily in the sky above them as she raised her head, the beams of pale light highlighting her tear-streaked face, strands of silky hair falling over her tragic, dark eyes.
Taking several stumbling steps forward, her arms folded across her chest, her hands moving in slow strokes across her upper arms, she sank down to sit on the wide steps, her high-heeled feet resting on the lower step.
Propping her elbows up on her upraised knees, she buried her bowed head between her arms, her manicured fingers twining across the back of her head, tangled in her dark mane.
Her shoulders shook silently, but it was more than apparent to the vampire that she was still crying.
Sauntering across the grass, he halted on the pavement, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. He let the demon take control, his fangs elongating, his eyes glowing a terrifying gold.
Technically, he really should have been long gone, but after finding what he had been looking for and deciding that he didn’t actually want it anymore, he had come back here. To Sunnyhell. Yet again.
With a taste for Slayer.
But her friends would be just as satisfying.
Starting with this brunette, he grinned wickedly to himself, moving towards her, the only sound around them being the soft chirp of the crickets and the sh-sh-sh of his duster sweeping along the ground with each long step.
“Hello cutie.” He purred, barely three paces away from her.
He frowned. There was none of the motion that he expected from this slayerette. She didn’t give a terrified gasp. There was no clatter of her heels as she scrambled to her feet to back away from him. Instead, her muffled voice calmly said. “Get lost, Spike.”
“So you know who I am?”
Raising her face, her eyes blazed at him with a fire that could have matched Drusilla at her most dangerous. “No.” The sarcasm literally dripped off her voice. “It was just a wild guess. A shot in the dark.” Brown eyes met golden angrily. “So are you going to bite me already?”
“And why would I do that?” With a swirl of his duster, he was sitting down beside her, flicking his lighter. “You’ve got me asking all sorts of questions and if I bite you, I might never find out the answers.” The tip of his new cigarette started to glow and he inhaled slowly, the embers sparking to life. “So, tell me, what’s got your knickers in a twist?”
To his surprise, the girl reached over and plucked the cigarette from his lips, holding it delicately between her fingers. “Long story.” She growled, taking a drag. She sat up a little, resting her forearms on her knees, her eyes rising to stare up at the skies. “And it’s all your fault.”
“My fault?” The vampire exclaimed. “How the hell could it be my fault?”
Cordelia blew a smoke ring, her eyes pivoting to meet his. This was a weird situation, but hell, if he was going to kill her, why not go along with it? She had nothing left to live for. “Do you actually remember what you did last time you were here?” She asked coldly.
“I kidnapped the witch and the twit.” He shrugged, lighting himself a cigarette, his eyes still fixed on her lips as she blew another smoke ring. “Why would that have anything to do with you being a miserable bint?”
“Let’s see.” Tapping the ash onto his boot, daring him to reacte, she rubbed her neck teasingly with long, slim fingers. “You kidnapped my now-ex-boyfriend and the girl he’s had a crush on for, like, ever. You leave them in a room together, alone, with no way out. Her boyfriend and I show up in time to see them in a liplock. I’d say that’s reason enough to blame you.”
“The witch and the twit got it on?” The vampire’s eyes widened incredulously. “The twit actually had someone who wanted him? Bloody hell. It could only happen on the Hellmouth.”
“Well, thanks for that vote of no-taste, Mister-I-have-a-girlfriend-who-talks-to-dolls.” The dark girl’s eyes blazed at him.
Torn between ripping her throat out and laughing, the vampire stared at her, then let his human visage slide into place, shaking his head. A wry grin on his lips, he glanced at her. “You know what I mean, luv.” He replied. “I mean, he is pure twit.”
“Again, I thank you for stating the obvious.” Dropping the still-glowing stub of the cigarette, she twisted the toe of her shoe on it, her voice as neutral as ever as she coolly remarked. “Do it once more and I’ll be out of a job.”
“Huh?”
Pointing proudly at herself, she gave a harsh chuckle. “Tact girl. That’s me. Or at least I was. I lost that and my old friends because of Xander. Then I feel I lost my knew friends, again because of Xander. Everything around here has been damn well twitified!” Tossing her hair back, she stamped her foot in agitation, trying to ignore the chuckling vampire. “And we didn’t even get to the best part of my tragic and pathetic life.”
Spike arched an eyebrow questioningly. He was starting to like this girl and her attitude even more.
“After seeing my honey with his tongue down my non-friend’s throat, I fell through the floor and got impaled on a spike.” She winced at the memory, brought back from it by a muffled snort of laughter from the vampire. “What?”
“Nothing.” Spike bit his lip, trying to conceal the grin. “It…it wasn’t anything you said. Nope…not at all…”
“Using sarcasm now?” Cordelia glared at him, mentally playing back what she had just said. “Well, Big Bad, I don’t see whats so f…oh my God!” Her face flushed scarlet as she realised the meaning of what she had said.
“I would be happy to repeat that little escapade with you, luv.” He grinned wickedly, his blue eyes sparkling with devilish suggestiveness. “With a different kind of Spike, of course.”
“Bite me.” She fought back a grin.
The vampire leaned closer, his right hand resting on the step between them, his left rising to turn her face towards him. “If you say so, pet.” He whispered, his hand sliding around her the front of her neck and reaching around to pull her hair back from her throat.
Cordelia trembled, his fingertips cool against her skin, her body happily ignoring the little mental voice that was currently screeching “Run! Run for your life!” while another more cynical voice retorted. “Running from a vamp? In those heels, girl? You don’t have a chance.”
*
“Where did Cordy go?” Xander returned from his trip to the bathroom, entering the library. He was surprised to notice that everyone was still up to their eyeballs in books and seemed to be working.
“We though she went to the broom closet with you.” Buffy looked up, her blonde hair wild around her face, grass and twigs tangled into it.
Xander shook his head with a frown. “She hasn’t spoken to me since…” He cast a meaningful glance at Willow. “Well…you know…”
“M-maybe she went home.” Giles commented, pushing one large, musty book aside, only to replace it with another equally large, equally musty one. “She-she seemed to be a bit off-colour this evening.”
“She wasn’t her usual tactful self.” Angel agreed quietly from his place up among the stacks. “I think something must have upset her.” What he failed to mention was the fact that he knew she was crying when she had fled the library.
Willow and Xander exchanged guilty glances, wondering if she had seen them whispering in the stacks. Both of them remembered how badly Willow had reacted, when she had caught Xander and Cordelia together. It was possible that Cordelia would reacte worse.
“I’ll go look for her.” Buffy pushed herself to her feet. “I need to do a sweep of the cemetary as well.” Grabbing a couple of stakes, she tucked them around various parts of her anatomy and headed for the door. “Anyone coming?”
Angel nodded, dropping over the balcony ledge and landing neatly beside her. “I think it’s better that she doesn’t see certain people.” His gaze flitted briefly over the red-head and brunette.
“I quite agree.” The watcher nodded, not looking up from his book. “Report back as soon as you finish the sweep.”
“Will do.”
The door swung silently shut as the blonde slayer and the vampire headed out into the deserted school.
*
Gazing at the brunette beside him, Spike paused, meeting her wide, dark eyes. A trace of fear gleamed there, a fear of the unknown and the unexpected. Not many girls had reacted like that in the last few years, when they knew what he was. At least, not without screaming and fighting.
But it wasn’t him she was afraid of.
“Will it hurt?” She managed to whisper, staring into his clear, blue eyes. He didn’t look evil. He looked too good to be bad. Drop-dead-gorgeous in fact.
“Trust me.” The blonde vampire’s voice was equally as low, his fingertip’s tracing patterns on the base of her neck. “I won’t hurt you.” A slight smile wrinkled the corners of his mouth. “Just close your eyes.”
Letting her eyes sink closed, Cordelia wondered what she was doing, letting a vampire – Spike, of all people – this close. And without running away or screaming or anything.
As her eyes shut, Spike allowed his face to shift and brought his mouth towards her throat, his fangs lightly brushing the skin, giving her plenty of time to pull away or fight him.
But she didn’t.
Instead, her hand reached up, touching his left wrist and sliding up to tangle with his hand that was still wound into her long, beautiful hair.
It was a simple gesture of trust and acceptance. One he wouldn’t have expected at all from any of the members of the Scooby Gang, particularly not the one he considered only a brash and obnoxious cheerleader.
All previous perceptions he had of her were rapidly fading away. There was more to this chit than met the eye, of that much he was certain.
And she had sparked his curiousity now.
Perhaps he could put off killing her for a little while, at least until he’d had a chance to see what she was really like underneath the attitude and expensive exterior.
Shifting his head, his face morphed back into the more familiar, human planes and he gently nipped her throat with his blunt teeth, mentally grinning as she gasped, her hand tightening around his.
“If you say so, pet.” He whispered again, pulling away swiftly and disappearing into the darkness before she could open her eyes.
Falling back a little on her hands, her pulse racing, Cordelia blinked, staring around the silent school grounds, one shaking hand rising and touching the spot where his teeth had grazed her skin.
“Whoa.” Unable to hide the grin that spread across her face, she got to her feet, wondering how she was still able to stand after the sensation that had shot through her when he had touched her. Okay, he was a vampire and icky and evil and he had tried to kill them all, but still. “Whoa!”
Brushing her skirts, she turned to collide with Buffy and Angel, a flush spreading across her face and neck, her hands twisting together, almost shyly.
“Cordy.” Buffy tilted her head, a concerned look on her face. “Are you okay? You ran out pretty quickly.”
“I’m fine, Buff.” The cheerleader flashed her a radiant smile that was – for the first time since her fall in the factory – genuine, her eyes sparkling. “I’m going home. I haven’t had a facial for a while. Or a makeover.” She paused thoughtfully. “Time for a full Cordy makeover I think.”
“She’s fine.” Buffy chuckled.
Pushing her hair back, Cordelia was already thinking about her new wardrobe, oblivious to the Slayer and vampire watching her mentally listing her new clothes with amusement.
“Oh. Can you pass a message on to Xander?” Turning to her companions, she straightened up, and grinned. “Tell him I’m so over him.” With a confident spin, she stalked away.
“I don’t believe it.” The vampire whispered, watching the graceful strut of the cheerleader with fascinated eyes, as she made her way down the footpath and to her car, sliding into the red porsche sleekly and roaring away.
Buffy grabbed him by the front of the shirt with a low sigh of feigned despair. “The bitch is back.” She groaned, leading the way to the cemetary.
*
Leaning against the trunk of the tree, the bleach-blonde vampire watched the red porsche until it had faded in the distance, a tiny smile curling the corners of his mouth upwards.
“Queen C.” He murmured pensively. “The perfect name, I think.” Walking across the street to his waiting DeSoto, he slid into the driver’s seat and leaned forward on the steering wheel.
She had asked him to bite her, so he had bit her. Perhaps she would ask him to do more…interesting things to her when next they met. He hoped so because he knew just what his answer would be.
“If you say so, Pet.” He murmured, starting up the engine and slamming the accelerator down. “If you say so.”
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