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Spike paced the length of his room over and over until the constant friction started to leave marks. He didn’t know what to do now. He had been sure that the Oaf would immediately give Drusilla up to get his girl. But, a day later, the small woman was still in the cellar with the rebellious creatures. Spike had been mistaken.

Maybe Wonder Bread figured that Spike wouldn’t harm the ransomee in hopes that he would get his Dark Princess back in tact. So Flounder didn’t see any reason to hurry. That would give the Military Prats more than enough time to perform tests on their new patient Hostile 16. Hostile 16... They were treating her like another creature. Drusilla wasn’t a creature. She was a Master Vampire. And she certainly wasn’t just another Master Vampire. She was his.

Despite the situation, Spikes lips curved.

He wouldn’t wait around while they hurt his Dru, he would have some fun too!

Spike changed route, turning to the door.

Lot’s of fun…

Buffy had found herself scooting closer to the one-eyed demon who introduced himself as Otis. The others had given up on getting her so they all went on with their own business. She’d learned from Otis that he’d been trapped here since August: six months ago. Spike had called Otis on treason for trying to get away from the mansion to join the circus where he wanted to walk the tightrope for a living. That had completely pissed Spike off and Spike sent him to the cellar where He got one meal every other day. Buffy had found herself almost to tears.

“What about you?” He asked her.

“Well… I always wanted to be an Ice Skater. I had the skill! But, then my dad left so I lost my will to skate.”

“Poor Baby.” Otis said sincerely.

“Oh, boo hoo.” Isaac said from his cell, Buffy looked up and caught his look.

“Don’t mind him.” Otis said, immediately calming Buffy down with a large green hand on her back.

“I’m not.” Buffy assured, “Although I would love to suddenly get super strength, rip through the cells, and give him a thorough butt whopping. Then, I’d go kill that Asshole, S-”

“Me?” echoed through the walls.

“Speak of the Devil.” Otis grumbled. Spike walked along the long corridor, tapping his hand on every bar of each cell, until he got to Buffy’s. Spike tapped a single bar, over and over to the beat of her racing heart. Despite her avenging words earlier, she was now emitting so much fear that Spike couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled out a key and slid into the lock. A satisfying click confirmed that the gate was unlocked.

“C’mere.” He ordered. Spike growled when she stayed put, ignoring his instruction completely.

“Don’t make me go in there, or I’ll ruin your dignity in front of every scum in here.” As a threat, Spike pushed the door open a foot.

Buffy faltered when he said this. What exactly did he mean by dignity? Buffy slid her small hand through the bar to her new friend. Otis saw this and held her hand for support.

“Elizabeth…” Spike said, expression going dark. After a second of watching a million expressions appear and fade on her face Spike opened the door the rest of the way.

‘Dignity…’ Buffy said in her mind, she scanned the cells around her and her eyes stopped on Isaacs. He was staring at her with an eager gleam in his eyes. A smirk played on his lips. Buffy slid her hand out of the bars and stood up. At Spike’s expression lightening she decided to speak.

“Asshole.” She said, showing off exactly how much dignity she had when she spat on Spike’s face. Laughter echoed through the basement as Spike stood in front of her in amazement. No one had ever stood up to the Master Vampire like this before. This woman had spunk. And Spike liked her fire. Yeah, he was going to enjoy spending time with her. It was going to be fun breaking her. Spike grabbed onto Buffy’s sleeve and pulled her out of the cell.

The laughter didn’t stop so Spike pushed her up against the large uni-eyed demons cage and slipped his hand under her shirt. His cool hand met with her warm breast and Spike growled into her neck. With the seemingly professional pinches and soft brushes Spike had her moaning.

Spike knew how to ruin her, “Do you like that? Do you like my hand on your breast? I could order the death of all these filth and you wouldn’t you would even care, huh? No. Just as long as I coddle you tit.”

Buffy stopped, his words echoing in her mind. She’d forgotten about the situation until Spike had said that. Stupid evil hands. Spike pulled his hand from her breast and yanked her out of the basement. The last thing she saw of the captives and her friend was a look of sympathy.

The female vampire, who once was her cell neighbor, was right.

‘I am in Hell.’

She was pulled through a maze of hallways, and fought the whole time. When Spike wanted her to go one way, she simply pulled the other. She went backwards, when Spike tugged foreword. When Spike couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped and slammed her in the wall.

“Your being a pain in the arse.” He breathed into her neck, fangs elongated and ready to pierce.

“My bad…” Buffy smiled innocently, Spike could practically see a halo appear above her head, “… Fucker!”

With a grunt, Buffy brought up her knee to hit Spike in groin. Yes, it had been a cheap shot, but there was nothing else to do and she wasn’t completely hopeless. Though in pain, Spike smiled. This was just what he needed: a reason.

Buffy felt something sharp brush against her neck and she knew that it was his fangs: the fangs of a Vampire.

“Please don’t.” Buffy whimpered, finally giving up, “Please…”

Authors Note: I'll magically send you nummy-chocolate-Spike-induced-dreams tonight if you give me reviews. And trust me, they will be nummy! ... and chocolatly... MMM





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