Title: Caught Between Two Lovers
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
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Rating: Up to NC-17
Summary: A retelling of Spike and
Buffy's first meeting. Starts in early
season 2. For the purpose of the
story, Angel does not exist and Spike
is a little....different.
Part Forty-five:
(sorry it's been so long)
Eternal Flame
~~~~~~~~~~
"Close your eyes
Give me your hand, darling
Do you feel my heart beating?
Do you understand?
~~~~~~~~~~
"....so she didn't think anyone could hear her...but
I was standing...by the bookcase in....the very back...of
the....library...."
"And what did you hear, kitten?"
Leaning back against a tombstone, Spike couldn't help smiling
as he watched the slayer work while keeping up a running
commentary on the mundane aspects of her day at school.
There was something completely charming about seeing her
holding her own so effortlessly against two vampires, and carrying
on the kind of conversation that would more naturally be babbled
in his ear while sitting in a movie theater and waiting for the show
to begin.
"....saying that it looked like she'd had her hair cut by a gardener
with a rusty pair of hedge trimmers! I mean, what kind of....."
"Mind your left, Slayer!" He frowned and began to straighten
up then relaxed again as Buffy swung one fist up and back, not
even bothering to turn around, punching the vamp who'd
been attempting to attack her from behind and sending him to
the ground in a heap.
"...thing is THAT to say?" Reaching into the waistband of her
jeans, she pulled out a stake, dropped to one knee, planted
it in the vampire's chest, then jumped to her feet again. "And
THEN she asked if Willow bought ALL her clothes at the Goodwill
Thrift Shop." She ducked and lunged forward, burying her
shoulder in the abdomen of the second vamp, who'd made the
colossal mistake of charging at her head on, threw him up and
over onto his back, then reached down and snapped his neck
as easily as fireplace kindling. "Oh! I forgot to tell you...I got a
B+ on my French midterm...thanks to you." She smiled and
blew him a kiss.
Spike's grin widened as he recalled the study sessions that had
resulted in her highest French grade ever....
Three days after they had broken the news to Joyce about
who and what Buffy really was, 'William' had scheduled an
appointment with a Realtor. After listening to his requirements,
it had taken the agent less than ten minutes to find what he
wanted. Before the end of the day, an offer had been made
and accepted.
Located on Waterside Drive, the Tudor style home sat directly
on the lake front. It had four bedrooms in total and the two
master suites had bathrooms equipped with jacuzzi tubs. The
main room was warm and inviting, despite it's 2 story vaulted
ceiling; it had a large brick fireplace and picture windows
overlooking the lake. There was an open gourmet kitchen with
acres of counter space, brand new built-ins, and a breakfast
nook. The dining room was spacious as well, and one wall
was nothing but french doors opening onto a tiled patio.
The third level had an open loft, perfect for turning into
a study or office. Immediately adjacent was a game room
with another fireplace and a wet bar.
Sitting on a heavily treed lot in a quiet neighborhood, the
four thousand square foot home offered ultimate privacy; not
one of the neighbors gave so much as a second thought as
to why the house's new owner had heavy locking shutters
installed on every window.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Do you feel the same
Am I only dreaming?
Or is this burning
an eternal flame....?"
~~~~~~~~~~
As Buffy rambled on about this and that, he continued to be
highly amused by the entire situation. The fact that he was sitting
in a cemetery, listening to a teenage girl....a SLAYER!...chatter
about nonsensical subjects that he'd once had less than zero
interest in, only pointed out more clearly how totally besotted
he was with her.
When he had gotten into the habit of accompanying her on
her rounds he wasn't quite sure. All he could really remember
on the subject was walking with her in the park one night and
feeling a delicious mixture of pride in her skill and admiration
for the sheer poetic energy she emitted when she fought.
Her delicate appearance, combined with her 'kicking ass and
taking names' attitude, kept him in a constant state of arousal,
while her humorous observations could drive him to helpless
laughter.
After that first time, he'd found himself going along every
night. He couldn't even begin to kid himself into the notion
that he was doing it for her protection, since he'd never met
anyone in less need of being protected, by him or anyone else.
Life...or 'un' life...had suddenly become so much more than
it had ever been. Everything had changed, and he was happier
than he could remember being at any time before, quite content
to let this small girl insinuate herself into every nook and cranny
of his existence.
Although he couldn't possibly have cared less about their reactions
for himself, he'd been pleased for Buffy's sake that her friends and
watcher had accepted him with a minimal amount of of resistance for
They were nice enough kids, if slightly irritating at times, but he was
willing to tolerate them since it meant so much to her.
Most of them, anyway. As hard as he tried, he couldn't rid
himself of a lingering dislike for Xander. And, since it seemed
to be mutual, he didn't try very hard.
Of course, none of them knew yet that he was a vampire. Things
would change when that information was made public, he had no
doubt.
~~~~~~~~~~
"I believe
It's meant to be, darling
I watch you when you're sleeping
You belong with me..."
~~~~~~~~~~
After finishing off the third vampire, Buffy gave her
stake a jaunty twirl. "Am I good, or am I good?"
Smiling, Spike opened his mouth to reply, only to have
it snap shut when he saw a new threat drop out of the
sky...literally. Before he had time to react, even to shout
a warning, another vamp dropped out of a tree and landed
on the slayer.
Buffy hit the ground hard, all her wind knocked out of her
by the heavy force of the fall. Her stake flew out of her hand,
landing three feet from Spike.
Without even thinking, he leaned over and picked it up. Angrier
than he could ever remember being, he took four long strides
and planted his foot in the vampire's side, kicking him off her
and sending him flying a good ten feet away.
Rage still fueling him, he followed after the vampire, bent over
and grabbed the front of his coat, lifting him completely off the
ground. When the vampire was hanging in his grasp, kicking his
feet and trying to wriggle free, Spike tightened his grip around
the stake. "Time for you to die....permanently."
The vampire continued his efforts to free himself. "What's your
fucking problem, man?" he squeaked. "She's the goddamn slay-
er.....we're vampires!"
"Yeah, well..." Spike shrugged. "Sorry about this, mate." He
glanced at Buffy, and saw her sitting up, rubbing the side of her
head. He could smell the blood trickling from a cut she'd sustained
when she'd hit the ground. "On second thought...no, I'm not," he
added, bringing the stake up and driving it home.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Do you feel the same
Am I only dreaming?
Or is this burning
an eternal flame?"
~~~~~~~~~~
Once the vampire was dust, he turned and went to
Buffy's side, kneeling next to her. "You all right, love?" he
asked, tossing the stake down and taking her chin in his
hand. He tilted her head to one side and examined the
cut. It wasn't deep, and he realized she'd probably scraped
against a sharp rock when she'd hit the ground.
"I'm okay," she reported, placing her hands in his and
letting him pull her to her feet. "Where the heck did that
one come from?"
He shook his head. "I don't know. He wasn't here originally.
Must have shown up after the fight started." He kept her
close to him, running his hands up and down her back. "Are
you sure you're all right?"
She nodded. "Sure I'm sure. Not a scratch on....oh, great...am
I bleeding? I am, aren't I?" One hand came up and touched
cut on her head. "I'm bleeding."
He took her hand, pulling it away. "Stop that. Your hands are
dirty..do you want an infection?" Reaching into the pocket of
his coat, he pulled out a clean white handkerchief and dabbed
at the trickle of blood just below her ear. "It's not so bad, sweet-
heart," he informed her. "Not deep at all. Might need just one
stitch to..."
She slithered out of his grasp like a greased snake. "I don't
think so," she announced, turning her back to get away.
"Come back here!" He stuffed the handkerchief back in his
pocket and strode after her.
She heard him coming and sped up. "I'm NOT getting any
stitches. I've had way worse than this before and I don't
need anyone to sew me back together!"
Putting on a little extra speed, he caught her arm and
pulled her to a stop. "Maybe, but this is on your face," he
told her. "It'll leave a scar if it's not closed up properly."
"Like I care about a little scar," she said, trying to tug
her arm free. "Besides, I can always fix my hair to cover
it up."
"Buffy..."
"No. I don't want any stitches and you can't make me!"
"You're acting like a child."
"I don't care." She freed herself and tried once again to
escape entirely.
He sighed, resigned. "All right, all right...no stitches." He
grabbed her arm again and turned her. "But we need to close
the cut."
Buffy remained still. "How?"
"I can do it myself."
She glared at him suspiciously. "It better not involve a needle
and thread."
"It doesn't," he chuckled, then paused a moment. "Do you trust me?"
"Well, sure. Why? What are you gonna do to me?"
He cupped her face in his hands, turning it just slightly, then
let his demon loose. "You'll see," he whispered in her ear.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Say my name
Sun shines through the rain
A whole life so lonely
And then you come and ease the pain
I don't want to lose this feeling, oh.."
~~~~~~~~~~
Bending his head, he carefully applied his tongue
to the cut.
The taste of her blood was overwhelmingly heady, and
he had to force himself to concentrate on the 'patient care'
aspect of the experience.
Moving his tongue slowly up and down in short strokes, he
felt her shiver in his hands and smiled against her skin.
"Um...what....how is that helping?" she asked, her voice
breathy and soft.
"Mmm...well, there's an enzyme in my saliva when I'm like
this," he replied, showing her his face, then going back to work.
"It helps close up wounds."
"Oh." She was silent for a moment. "Then how come I
always see open holes after a vamp bites someone?"
He laughed softly, nuzzling her ear for a moment. "Because
very few vampires bother to close their victim's wounds, and
those victims are usually dead anyway."
"Uh-huh. Why are you stopping?"
"All done." He changed faces and tilted her head back to
look down into her eyes. "Feel better?"
She appeared to be considering it. "It does," she said. "And
it doesn't hurt anymore. How'd you do THAT?"
"It's a secret. Someday I'll tell you all about it."
.
That small infusion of her blood had not only instilled added
power, but had also aroused him sexually, a fact she couldn't
help but be aware of when he pressed himself against her.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Close your eyes
Give me your hand
Do you feel my heart beating?
Do you understand?
Do you feel the same.."
~~~~~~~~~~
She was aware of it all right!
Pulling away, she gave him the most disapproving look
she could come up with. "Oh, no." She shook her head. "No,
no, no."
He merely smiled. "Oh, yes."
"I am NOT having sex in this cemetery!"
"Oh, yes, you are."
"Oh, no, I'm not." She turned on one heel and began to
walk away.
"Buffy...." He came up behind her and lifted her right
off her feet, then headed in the direction of a large marble
crypt.
"Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me!"
~~~~~~~~~~
"Am I only dreaming
Or is this burning
an eternal flame....?"
~~~~~~~~~~
TBC.....
(I know, I know...I'm working on the next part right now!)
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