Warning: This chapter contains *attempted* rape and violence. Although it’s nothing too graphic, I advice you to proceed with caution.
I know I said I was going to focus on my other WIPs for the moment, but I guess muse wants what muse wants and it seems she wants to finish this story since we’re so near the end. Just three or four more chapters, unless muse decides something else.
This chapter was quite difficult for me to write, although it has been plotted to be like this from the beginning, I never envisioned that when the time came it would take so much out of me.
I want to thank all of you that keep reading and reviewing. It truly makes my day to see that you’re still here with me. *smooches*
A huge boatload of thanks to my lovely Im_bloody_English. For your patience, your time and all your help, darling, there are no words for how much it and above all you mean to me. *smooches* And to Tammy, who kept reassuring me every step of this chapter that it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was. *huggles*
Chapter 11. Abstract Expressionism
Still in a haze of bliss after Spike’s good night kiss, Buffy entered her suite and turned on the light. Placing her purse on the desk, she kicked her shoes off before throwing herself over the bed with a soft sigh. She closed her eyes and brought her fingers to trail across her lips, marveling how they still tingled from his kiss; matter of fact, her entire body still tingled.
God, was this how it felt to be in love? This all-encompassing need to be with that special someone, spend all the time she possibly could with him, share everything with him. Never before had she felt anything like this.
Never.
The few boyfriends she’d had in her life had been exactly that, boys. Spike was a man; a sophisticated, well-mannered, mature man that treated her like she was precious to him. Like she was someone to be cherished, treasured above everything else.
A knock on her door interrupted her musings, frowning as she sat up and glanced at the clock on her nightstand. Who could it be at… two twenty five a.m.? Was it really that late?
She heard another knock and her heart began hammering in her chest as she wondered if it could be Spike. Hoping she was right, she walked to the door and opened it without looking through the peephole first, only to try closing it as soon as she saw who was waiting on the other side.
“Helloooo, Buffy, looong time no seeee,” Riley slurred. Putting his foot in the gap between the door and the frame so she wouldn’t be able to close it, he pushed against it in with all his might.
Buffy stumbled from the force before falling to her hands and knees on the carpeted floor. She shook her head to clear it, opening her mouth to scream for help.
He was prepared for that, had been preparing all day long ever since she’d left him doubled over from pain in the lobby. And even if his movements were slightly uncoordinated by the quantity of alcohol swimming in his veins, he was still stronger than her and had the element of surprise working in his favor. He lunged at her before she could gain her footing, knocking her back to the floor, crushing her with his bulky frame, effectively immobilizing her and drawing the air out of her lungs at the same time.
He relished having her writhing under him, feeling her soft curves mold to his hard body. God, he was hard as nails already. He closed his eyes to savor the sensation of having his cock nestled between her thighs, anticipating the moment he’d make her his. He’d show her who she belonged to and make her forget anyone else that might have touched her before. Once he was buried deep inside her, she’d see there was no one else that could make her feel like he did. No one, not even the scrawny creep she’d kissed minutes ago.
She was scared; frightened out of her mind as she strived to find a way out of this… away from Riley. He was too heavy and she was becoming lightheaded from lack of oxygen, and what was worse, her motions while trying to push him off only seemed to excite him further as he started moving his body against hers.
She fought the wave of nausea that threatened to overtake her when his hands started traveling over her body, when his liquor-laced breath hit her nostrils as he pressed sloppy wet kisses on her cheeks while she turned her head so he wouldn’t reach her lips. This couldn’t be happening to her. She had to do something. Anything.
Intent on having her in every which way even if she didn’t seem to be too accepting of his advances at the moment, his mouth sought and finally found hers to force his tongue inside.
She almost choked on the bile that rose unbidden up her throat at Riley’s actions, at her impotence to stop him, but instead of giving into it she took the opportunity that presented itself and bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood.
“Bitch!” he exclaimed, pulling slightly away before slapping her, leaving the red imprint of his fingers on her cheek. He roughly closed his hand around her neck, reveling in the way her eyes widened in fear as he pressed hard enough to cut her air supply off.
She was already feeling more than a little dazed after the hard blow he’d dealt and even more so when he began strangling her. Tears swam in her green depths as she tried not to give into despair, into the darkness that reached out to claim her, hoping against hope that someone would come to her rescue before it was too late.
Not a moment after it began, the pressure to her throat suddenly vanished. She was almost thankful for the relief as her lungs struggled to take in gulps of much needed air. Almost, because what happened next sent her right back into the hell the last sixty seconds had held for her.
“Tha’ll teach ya to respect me,” Riley sneered before crushing her mouth with his while pawing her with his meaty hands.
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Spike reclined his head on the backseat, exhaling a miserable sigh, running his hand through his bleached locks. He already missed her so bloody much, her warmth, her radiance, her kisses, her body’s sweet response to him. If only he had the power to make the hours until he saw her again go by faster, well, he’d just about give anything for that. And if he could keep her… No, that wasn’t possible, he shook his head to dispel the silly notion. No matter how much he wanted it. Hell, no matter if even she might want it. He couldn’t, wouldn’t do it and that was that.
He was acutely aware that this wasn’t all that was bothering him. Something lingered on the edges of his subconscious, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something that taunted him as it kept eluding his grasp. Think Spike, think. Perhaps…
“Giles?”
“Yes, sir?”
“What did the man look like?”
“Hmmm, sandy blond hair, around six foot three... a bulky, right pillock he was,” Giles replied automatically, knowing very well who Master William was asking about.
“Bloody buggerin’ hell!” he roared as everything clicked into place, practically tearing the door open in his haste to step out of the car.
That was it! he thought as he ran back to the hotel. The overgrown hall monitor’s scent; his stench rather, that’s what he’d smelt while he’d been bidding Buffy good night. It had been strong, close, too much so for his liking.
****
Giles barely had time to hit the brakes after hearing the door open forcefully and then close with a bang. Through the rearview mirror, he saw a black and white blur swerving amongst the few cars still transiting at that late hour. Realizing it probably had something to do with what he just told his boss; he made a hasty U-turn and headed back towards the hotel, knowing he needed to be close by in case Master William or Miss Buffy needed him.
****
Spike called himself all kinds of fool for not noticing what had been right under his nose, for not realizing the danger his girl could be facing. His preternatural speed and stealth aided him to slip undetected into the hotel. Once inside he favored the stairs to the lift since he had neither time nor the patience to wait for it, especially not now when his girl might need him.
Apprehension swelled in his chest as he noticed the scent he’d been tracking grew stronger the closer he came to the floor Buffy’s room was on. That feeling, though, took a back seat at the scene he witnessed when reaching her opened door, rage as he’d never felt before completely consuming him.
****
Riley fumbled with the hem of her dress, eager to touch her skin, to feel her, to overpower and make her realize that there would never be anyone for her but him. After this, there would be no turning back, she would be fully his.
She evaded his touch, his mouth as best she could. She couldn’t give in, even afraid as she was, she just couldn’t. She had to be strong; she had to find a way out of this somehow. She couldn’t hold back the pitiful whimper that rasped her throat when his hand snaked up her legs, slowly creeping towards her center. No, no, please God, no.
An inhuman roar tore through the air at that precise moment and suddenly, Riley wasn’t hovering over her anymore. She scrambled to her knees and crawled back to lean against the bed, hugging her legs close to her chest, shock setting in as she watched Spike throw Riley around the room as if he weighed nothing.
Riley’s alcohol-laden mind couldn’t grasp what was happening. From out of nowhere, an invisible force hauled him away from Buffy and proceeded to roughly bounce his body from one wall to the next until at last he found himself pinned while his attacker grabbed him by the shirt. Despite the man being shorter than him, the power and strength he radiated were undeniable.
Amber eyes filled with fury and contempt gazed upon him and Riley swallowed hard, a terror he never knew existed seized him as he took in his assailant’s appearance for the first time. He blinked dumbly once, twice... he couldn’t possibly be seeing what he thought he was, could he? Perhaps he drank a little too much. “Wha—”
“Your worst nightmare,” Spike smirked, his demon elated in the way the git cowered at his words. However, much as he wanted to make the overgrown boy pay for what he tried to do, his main concern was Buffy.
He was overwhelmed with relief when extending his senses towards her. She seemed to be alright, a little shaken, but alright. It didn’t appear as if the pillock had the chance—or the time—to do much to her. He hazarded a sidelong glance at her then, noticing the shock reflected in her features and the red marks that covered half her face, turned eyes blazing with ferocity back on his prey, gripping his neck to lift him several inches off the floor.
“You dared to hurt her?” he said, his tone menacing.
“N-no… i-it was-wasn’t lik—” He was unable to continue when Spike’s grasp to his throat tightened and tightened, horror from being at the complete mercy of a true monster rising and rising. At the brink of losing his mind, he shuddered and whimpered when he felt something wet and warm tickling down his legs.
Spike let go, letting him crumple to his knees. Heaving and spluttering, he finally managed to make his legs work enough to climb to his feet, all the while keeping wide, fearful eyes settled on the demon in front of him.
“I'd tell you to piss off but…” he glanced down at the boy’s crotch. “I can see you've already managed that.”
Riley didn’t dare move an inch as Spike neared him again, deadly yellow eyes fixed on his.
“I want you to leave, pack up your things and drag your miserable carcass back to whichever rock you crawled up from under. And don’t even dream of coming back, because if I so much as smell you near my girl, I’ll track you down and I swear... I’ll make you sorry you were ever born. Do you understand?”
Riley nodded numbly; too scared to even try to reply.
“Now… LEAVE!” Spike roared while the git stumbled as best he could out of the room without a backward glance.
“S-Spike?” Buffy said unsurely from behind him.
*****
Giles parked the Bentley a few meters ahead the Mandeville’s front entrance and was currently leaning on the car while he waited, biding his time until he was needed.
There was no one else but him in the street, not even the hotel’s doorman after he ‘convinced’ him of going inside for an hour or so. It had been surprisingly easier—and a whole lot cheaper—than he expected, too.
The same man he’d seen assaulting Buffy earlier staggered through the hotel’s revolving door and started walking towards him. Or should he say escaping, and quite clumsily at that since he kept stumbling over his own feet while looking back as if fearing he were being followed.
If only he knew. A sneer that could only be described as evil curved his mouth as he took his sweet time to retrieve his gloves, putting them on then shedding his overcoat into the passenger’s seat before leaving the car to slowly advance towards the young man.
“S-sorry,” Riley stammered as he crashed right into Giles. He hadn’t seen the man, still couldn’t since he had his back to the light and he could only make out his shadow.
“Don’t worry. Say… you don’t look too good. Is there something I could help you with?”
“Y-you wouldn’t be-believe what just ha-happened to me.”
“Why don’t you try me?”
“No, no. I-I have to go.”
“Here, you seem a bit shaken.” Giles grabbed his arm as Riley faltered in his step once again. “Allow me to get you a cab or something.”
“Y-yes, yes. A cab sounds g-good. Thank you.” Riley closed his eyes and leaned on the man, unaware he’d led him off the street and into a dark alley.
“Oh, believe me when I say the pleasure will be all mine.”
tbc
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Sorry for the weird formatting from before, the new format was killing me, let's hope it works now.