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Chapter 5! Please keep the reviews coming! Thanks to all those who review for the previous chapters and to Andrea for the beta'ing of this chapter.
Chapter 5



“We need to discuss tactics for taking out Angelus,” Giles began, once everyone was seated in the living room of the Summers’ home. Buffy was making a point of studiously avoiding Spike and his gaze, taking the seat furthest away from him as possible and pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Spike currently seemed to be employing the same strategy as he sat sprawled out in the chair across the other side of the group and absently picked at his flaking nail polish. She could tell though, despite the mask of indifference he wore and by the rigid set of his shoulders that he was just as disturbed by what had occurred as she was.

“Well, your tactics are all going to depend on when the Slayer is ready to take her boyfriend on. He’s got minions out looking for her almost round the clock under the threat of pain of torture and dusting if they return empty handed,” Spike said offhandedly. Giles got a slightly pinched look between his eyebrows as a sudden thought occurred to him.

“That would mean that the number of minions at the mansion would be fairly low at the moment, correct?” Giles asked. Spike’s eyebrows rose as he caught on to what the Watcher was saying.

“Far as I know, probably only ‘bout 5 or 6 left to guard the place.” A small Ripper-like smile appeared on Giles’ face at that shared piece of information.

“Then if we can find some sort of cloaking spell that will mask Buffy’s presence, now would probably be the best time to attack. The rest of us can handle the minions and that will leave Buffy and you to take care of Angelus and Drusilla.”

Buffy felt her concentration being pulled away from the conversation flowing back and forth between the two men as a strange pain shot through her stomach, which made a loud gurgling sound. She frowned slightly and looked down at it. God, what was wrong with her?

A small growl was subconsciously torn from within, inadvertently drawing the attention of everyone in the room over towards her as she looked quizzically down at her belly. The gurgling noise sounded again and she rubbed her hand back and forth over it questioningly.

“Buffy?” Buffy’s head shot up upon being addressed by her mother and her cheeks heated to a light shade of pink as she realised everyone was watching her. “Are you alright?”

“What? Yeah, fine. My stomachs just making these weird noises.” As if on cue, her stomach again gurgled loudly, and her demon features flickered over her face fleetingly.

A loud rumbling growl sounded throughout the room as Spike felt his demon once again reacting to the presence of Buffy’s demon and all eyes turned to him. “Your demon is hungry,” he said by way of explanation for his strange behaviour and all eyes turned back to Buffy once more.

“Hungry? But I just ate like whole bowl of pasta!” She replied in exasperation.

“Your demon needs vampire blood to survive, Buffy,” Giles said, softly reminding her. Her eyes went wide and she started to shake her head.

“Oh, no, there is no WAY I am sinking my fangs into the neck of some random vamp. Do you have any idea where I find those things? Who knows when the last time they washed was.” Buffy pinned her Watcher with a pointed stare. Giles fidgeted under her gaze slightly before he shot a furtive look at Spike who was seated next to him.

The vamp in question shot to his feet quickly as he caught the look the Watcher sent him and the implications of what was going on set in place.

“You are off your bleedin’ rocker if you think I’m going let your Slayer chew on my neck. What the hell type of demon needs vamp blood anyway?” Buffy shot a disgusted look in his direction.

“Please, like I’d feed from you anyway.” She gave an indelicate snort and rolled her eyes. “I know where you’ve been.”

“Oi! I’ll have you know that I am VERY biteable,” Spike retorted in a smug matter-of-fact tone that had Buffy raising her eyebrows sceptically.

“Oh I bet you are. If you’re planning to contract some type of terminal disease,” she bit back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. The heads of the remaining occupants of the room swung back and forth between the two as they listened to them argue.

“I’m a vamp, I can’t get diseases,” he sneered with a smug expression plastered across his face.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t carry them,” Buffy said, morphing into her demon face again as she felt her temper and hunger rise.

The effect was instant. A low growl resonated from within Spike’s chest and he once again slipped into game face involuntarily. Buffy echoed the growl and her eyes flashed purple the split second before she jumped him, her fangs instantly finding their way into his neck.

Spike moaned and stumbled backwards a few paces under the force of her movement, slamming hard up against the wall as his hands instantly flew to her hips to steady her. He moaned loudly at the feel of her tiny fangs buried deep within his neck as she drew bloody hungrily from him.

Giles, Joyce and the Scoobies watched on in a stunned silence as Buffy fed from him. It was quite evident by the undiluted expression of ecstasy on Spike’s face that he was not in the least bit put out. His eyelids were half closed and his eyes glazed over as the amber pigment of his irises bled through to purple.

For Buffy it was like nothing she had ever tasted. Flavour blossomed into her mouth as she pulled harder on the wound, drawing out more of the delicious substance. She ground down against him gently as she let out a small whimper of pleasure and she started to give off a faint glow. It was only the small growl of warning that resonated from Spike, indicating that he was growing weak that had her pulling back.

They was a collective sigh as they parted, and everyone in the room relaxed. Buffy let out another small growl and Spike’s demon features instantly melted away. His expression was heated as his gaze stayed trained on her. She was glowing softly, a white light emanating from her being.

“Remarkable!” The spell that had seem to hang over them was broken by Giles’ small remark, and a smug mask instantly fell over Spike’s features blocking out any hint of expression that had previously been seen on his face.

“Remarkable? More like ew! I can’t believe they just did that in front of me. I am going to be like scarred for life. Have you no consideration for others?” Buffy turned and let out a vicious growl at the brunette before her own demonic features slipped away.

“Wow!” Willow said completely awed by the sight of her best friend and completely ignoring the cheerleader’s comment. “That was like…wow! Except for the whole humping Spike in front of your mother thing, that wasn’t so… but the other? Wow”

“Willow!” Buffy shrieked, absolutely mortified.

“Very cool.” Oz added. Buffy bushed and shut her eyes in embarrassment. “With the changing, not the humping.” She groaned and covered her face as she flushed an unflattering shade of beet red with the borrowed blood.

Giles coughed uncomfortably and removed his glasses from his face as he began to polish them rapidly. “Yes, well…a-am I correct in saying that Spike’s demon has an instant reaction to your own?” Buffy nodded her head meekly. “Remarkable.”

A loud snort came from the couch and Buffy’s head swung to look at her mother.

“Remarkable,” Joyce echoed as she stared at Buffy with a dazed expression on her face and a slightly pink tinting to her cheeks.

“It’s bloody embarrassing, that’s what it is. I knew you couldn’t keep you soddin’ fangs out of me, Slayer.” Spike spoke, as if he had suddenly regained the use of his voice.

Buffy’s embarrassment quickly turned to anger in the face of his taunting tone.

“Oh, like I meant for that to happen. Who knows what I just picked up? This is entirely your fault!” Buffy ran her hand roughly across her mouth as if to rid if from disease.

“Me? I think you’re forgetting who jumped who here,” Spike retorted with an infuriating chuckle. Buffy scowled.

“I wouldn’t have if you didn’t make me go all demon-girl!”

“I didn’t make you do anything, Summers. Admit it, you like jumping the Big Bad,” he stated with a leering smirk planted across his face.

“Please, in you’re dreams maybe,” Buffy replied as she rolled her eyes. There was no way he could know how close to the truth THAT statement was. She’d never live it down.

“More like nightmare,” he muttered under his breath.

“God, do you like ever shut up?” Cordy said as she watched the two in exasperation. “Get over it already!”

“I’m over it. He’s the one who’s all hung up about it,” Buffy said as she crossed her arms over her chest in a defensive gesture.

Giles sat down heavily in his chair pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb. Good lord, what he wouldn’t give for a good scotch right about now. He watched as Joyce got up and left the room. Deciding to follow her, he stood quickly to get away from the bickering children—because that’s what they were, even if one of them was a vampire over a century old.

“Drink?” Joyce asked, pulling a fresh bottle of brandy out of a cupboard as Giles entered the kitchen.

“Please,” he said, not bothering to mask the hint of desperation in his voice. Joyce poured them both a glass and left the bottle sitting open on the counter beside them. They both knocked their drinks back quickly as the fight in the next room escalated to an all time high, before reaching deftly for the bottle again. It was going to be a long night.





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