Chapter 3
Minutes later, Buffy was still panting and still full of vampire.
“Does that thing ever go down?” she wondered aloud. Spike chuckled.
“It does appear to have developed a mind of its own tonight. Sorry about that, Buffy”
“Oh, I’m not complaining, no complaints here! Very satisfied, full to the brim even.”
Spike raised his eyebrow and grinned at her. Moving slightly to look over her shoulder, he spied a couple of the vampire group coming up the stairs.
“We’ve got company.”
He moved back to look into her eyes and beckoned her down to him. She moved her lips to his and he felt himself harden again. God, she must be a witch to affect him this way. Subduing his erection with great force of will, he pulled her head to one side and whispered instructions. Spike was back in mission mode. She breathed her agreement to him and shifting his features to that of the vampire once more, he sank his teeth into his mark, drinking a little but letting a rivulet of blood trickle down her back, giving the watching vampires the impression that he’d drunk his fill and was revelling in the destruction. Buffy had reached inside his duster as he pierced her neck and retrieved one of G’s little gadgets; the suppressor was the size of a band-aid and when attached to human skin gave off a false reading mimicking the slowing and final stopping of the heart. Activating the device, she allowed her body to become limp and as he felt her false heartbeat falter and then peter out, Spike withdrew his fangs and pushed her off to one side. He was careful to ensure that her real heartbeat was strong and steady as he laid her against the chair arm, withdrawing his cock from her depths as he did so.
Making a big show of wiping his mouth of her blood and licking his fingers with relish, he turned towards the vampires who were staring at his “kill” and his open flies with equal longing. ‘Bloody minions’ he thought ‘no ambition but fuck and feed’.
Zipping himself up, he swaggered towards the fledglings. “Had a good look? Need a few pointers?” he drawled “Who do you kill for fun around here, anyway?”
The vampire pair looked at each other and then back at the master vampire, who radiated menace. Turning, they headed off down the stairs checking nervously behind them to make sure he was following. Spike strode purposefully along behind them, plotting in his mind how to approach and infiltrate the group. As he came into view of the top dog he grabbed the two minions from behind and squeezing them both around the neck with each hand, ripped their heads off. As the dust cleared, Spike wiped his hands of the remains and fixing the cadre leader with his golden gaze he snarled, “Don’t appreciate you sending your rejects after me, mate. Disturbed my feed and my fun; I don’t like that.”
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have come to my town then. I don’t recall giving you leave to feed here.”
“I don’t recall asking for leave, mate.” Spike drawled, spitting out the last word insolently, lighting his cigarette and taking a long drag. “Your town? I feed where I want, take what I want, kill who I want. Don’t need permission, least of all from the likes of you……and what’s with the Anne Rice get up? Don’t you know that lace and ruffles are so last century? Not very flattering, mate.”
The leader of the pack rose from his seat, shrugging off the vampire women who clung to him like barnacles. He was taller than Spike, about 6’ 2” or so, stocky with a crew cut. His eyes blazed golden as he strode menacingly towards his challenger. Looking down on the smaller vampire, he snarled letting out a stench of decay that made Spike turn away. Thinking that he had the upper hand, the Master of the cadre grabbed Spike by his lapels and pulled him forwards. Looking up at the unappealing form, Spike grinned and said, “Now, now, mind you don’t bruise the leather.”
“How dare you presume to tell me what to do, I who am Master of Sunnydale! You will bow down to me and swear allegiance or you will be dust blowing in the wind!”
Figuring that now was the time to play nice, and that it would be a useful entrance to the gang, Spike bowed his head and muttered the age-old vow of allegiance. His demon loathed bowing down to this inferior, younger and less pure vampire and threatened to erupt but years of self-control helped him to beat it back into submission. Accepting the proffered vow, the vampire leader turned away and resumed his seat.
“I am Auric, your master, and you will live or die at my hand. You will feed when I give you leave and you will find pleasure when I say you can. If I choose to take my pleasure in you, you will submit willingly. You are the lowest of my minions and you will dedicate yourself to my service. Say it.”
“I am yours, Master, to live and die at your hand.”
“Go from my sight! I expect you to be back within the hour with whatever meagre belongings you wish to bring with you.”
“Yes, Master.”
Spike backed away from Auric, subservience oozing out of his pores. As he got out of earshot however he whirled in a spread of black leather and muttered “Wanker!”
Doubling back through the crowd, he leapt up to the upper storey to check on Buffy. She wasn’t there. He prayed she’d recovered enough to get away but didn’t have time to worry now; he had to concentrate on the mission. He breezed out of the Bronze and headed back to HQ to check in with W. Playtime was over.
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Buffy had lain dead still on the chair for what felt like an eternity until she just had to move due to the pain in her cricked neck. She scanned the area and seeing nothing untoward she upped and scarpered as fast as she could. Her thighs were sticky with the remains of the earlier lovemaking session and she suppressed a thrill as she ran towards the Magic Box to report in. She needed to focus on her job first; there would be ample time to bask in her memories later. The first time she’d done any fieldwork. ‘Better make that wetwork,’ she snorted to herself, suddenly light-headed. ‘Whoops -- I must be dehydrated’
As she reached the shop she let herself in, using the key on her fob initially but then submitting to the retinal scan and fingerprint id that allowed her to enter the shop proper without being fried by the electrical security field. Her first port of call was the washroom to take a shower and change into the spare clothing she kept there. Resting her head against the tiled back wall of the cubicle as the warm water washed over her, she closed her eyes let her mind drift back to an hour or so ago when she’d first bumped into William – well Spike. The evening had certainly taken an unexpected turn. The thought of his eyes, so blue, so intense, caused a tightening in her womb and as she recalled the feeling of his arms wrapped around her, his cock buried deep within her, she moaned a little. She’d acted on impulse when he asked her to play along with him. Something took her over and turned her into a vixen…..and god, she had to do it again!
Dreams paled before the reality of William. In a daze, her hand reached to finger the crescent-shaped mark on her neck where he had bitten her; she’d wanted him to devour her, drink her essence! Just rubbing across the punctured skin caused tingles of pleasure to ripple through her, her knees buckling at the remembered ecstasy of her orgasms. And the knowledge that it was all part of the mission, just what a vampire was supposed to do to his victim, made her feel empty with loss. Had it just been a job? Her heart sank at the thought.
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Racing across rooftops to avoid any unwanted conflicts with local demons, William soon came across the roof entrance to the Magic Box. It could only be opened by DNA identification so he vamped out and bit his wrist to allow a few drops of blood to fall on the scanner. Flashing a green acceptance light, the window opened and he leapt down to the floor below, coat billowing out behind him. Landing in a crouch, he scanned the area out of habit then stood and strode off towards W’s office; he didn’t have much time before he had to be back at the Bronze.
Barging into her office without knocking, William was a little put out to find her sitting behind her desk apparently waiting for him. Noting his frown, W pointed to the bank of monitors in the wall opposite one of which was linked to a camera on the rooftop. So, no magic – just science.
“Report, 00666. And make it snappy.”
“Well, I’m in. Disappointingly easy, actually. Tosser in charge thinks I’m a good little pet demon and wants me back at the ranch within the hour with my belongings. God, he makes me ashamed to share species with him. Jumped up little low-life scum; whoever turned him deserves a good stakin’ but not before being forced to spend a few weeks locked in a box with him.”
“Very colourful, William – but what do you plan to do next?”
“Get into the lair, find the holy water, use the holy water, not get splashed by the holy water; then a week or two nocturnal relaxing on a moonlit beach somewhere.”
“How amusing. I need specifics, 00666. It’s not enough to simply slay the main cadre – the original plan was to eradicate all the vamps in Sunnydale.”
“All in hand, W, I don’t want to show my cards too early – if I tell you how I’m going to do it, you won’t be astounded at my ingenuity and craft now will you?”
So saying, he tilted his head, smirked at her and headed to the door, coat a-swishing in his wake. As he got to the door he stopped, hand on the jamb.
Turning to face her, he said “About Miss Summerpenny; I ran into her earlier, had to use her as part of the “Big Bad” scenario to gain entry to the group. Bit her a little; no permanent damage but I’d be obliged if you could send someone to check on her.”
“No need. She’s here already; just gone to medical for a little patching up.”
“Oh; right then. I’d best be off – I’ll just drop in on G before I go; need a bit of help equipment-wise.”
“Report back as soon as you can, 00666. And William – take care.”
Nodding, the vampire left the room. Willow sighed and swilled the diet coke around in the heavy bottomed glass. Shaking her head, she reached into the bottom drawer and took out the vodka, topping up the glass.
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Checking into the medical bay, Buffy caught sight of herself in the mirrored doors. She looked normal – no apparent change in her at all yet she had just reached the peak of her existence. Surely there should be, like a glowy outline or something? Ok, that would be the blood loss kicking in; insane thoughts and such. Sitting on the bed whilst the nurse swabbed her neck she felt a sense of loss. She didn’t really want his touch washed off her but W had insisted she had it seen to. She received some blood to replace that she’d lost and when she was all bandaged up, she smiled wanly at the nurse, promised to go straight to bed and rest, and then left.
She was on her way to see W to tell her she was going home when she bumped into William in the corridor. Her pulse raced when she saw him saunter round the corner; he was rubbing his temple as though he was fretting about something but she supposed he was just thinking about the mission.
Looking up as he sensed somebody approaching him, he couldn’t stop himself exclaiming in delight “Buffy! Are you all right? Let me see you? Have you had blood?”
He had taken hold of her arms and was tipping her neck to look for the wound. Buffy was taken aback by his obvious pleasure but she guessed it would be bad form to actually damage a colleague whilst on a mission, it would blot his copybook; that had to explain his reaction.
Replying to his questions she said, “Blood? Why, are you asking me to dinner, William?”
His look of horror was priceless. “You don’t think I’ve… you’re not…I didn’t feed you any of MY blood so you can’t be….”
Taking pity on him, she laughed “Relax; I know how you make a vampire. No, I’m still 100% woman – no demon in me at all.”
‘More’s the pity,’ he thought.
Smirking, he released her and as he walked away he whispered, “Maybe later?”
Her eyes widened and she spun round to catch his wink as he turned the corner.
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After calling on G to collect the equipment he would need and arranging with him to have a refit crew available at his signal, William departed the Magic Box and headed back to the Bronze. As he walked he resumed the persona of Spike, once again altering his walk to a strut and fixing a disdainful sneer on his sculpted face. He’d grabbed together a duffle bag and a few black shirts, extra pair of jeans and boots. Wouldn’t do to turn up with nothing when he’d been gone for an hour.
Striding through the crowds still present, he found the vampires still fawning at Auric’s feet. Made him want to heave. Chucking his duffle bag amongst the crowd, he selected one of the newer fledglings and growled at him “You – take that and make sure it’s stashed safe.”
Looking fearfully at Auric, the fledgling hesitated, waiting for the imperceptible nod that said he could obey. Once given the go-ahead, he grabbed at the bag and scuttled off.
Sitting down on the chair vacated by the fledgling, he placed his booted feet on the table in front of him lighting up a cigarette as he did so. “So……when do we lair up? And where?”
“We go when I say so. And I’m still selecting my dinner. Go, find me an entrée.” Auric addressed this to Spike; he had to obey. If the plan was going to succeed, he needed the vampire to trust him absolutely. So, he would sacrifice the one for the good of the many and suffer the consequences of his actions later. This would be a test of his loyalty. Smirking, he rose from the chair, puffing on his cigarette. “Any preferences?”
“Hmmm; well you had a delectable little morsel earlier. Bring me a blonde.”
Spike swaggered off, his expression carefully disinterested. A quick sweep of the club produced a likely candidate for dinner. He kept his mind clinically detached as he picked her off from the herd, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. He took her by the hand, forcing down memories of doing the exact same thing to Buffy earlier, and led her into the waiting arms of the vampire leader. His face remained impassive as the demon drained her dry, not even a flicker of emotion as she cried out pitifully for help.
His hunger sated, Auric rose and leading his entourage away from the crumpled body of the young girl, he swept out of the club. William swore he would make him pay for his actions, for making him a party to the killing of an innocent girl and for reminding him of the reason he’d stopped killing humans.
As he walked he mused on the past; his first years as a vampire had been spent in mindless, wanton killing. He delighted in the power, the violence, the concept of “WANT, TAKE, HAVE”. But all that came to an end when his sister was attacked by a vamp and left for dead. No, not just any vamp, his cruel, sadistic grand-sire Angelus. His sister, a gentle cherubic girl, had searched for him for years and had finally found his address in London. Returning to his lodgings after a hunt as bloody and violent as every other night, he had found her slumped and almost dead, artfully arranged with a bunch of roses and a bible on her lap. Keening his grief he had swept her up in his arms and heard her whisper his name. Sensing her faltering heartbeat, he bit into his wrist and brought it to her mouth, forcing her to drink. He couldn’t lose her.
Later when she awoke, she cried for the loss of her innocence and tried to walk out into the daylight. William had to restrain her, tie her to the bathtub and make her eat. He brought fresh blood from the butcher but she refused to drink unless he promised her he would too. So they sat, drinking cold pig’s blood, side by side, both crying cold tears.
He hadn’t killed a human since that time – not by draining them anyway. He did, of course, have a licence to kill and in the course of his duty sometimes he became an assassin. But he never killed by biting.
Auric stopped walking at the entrance to a mansion, derelict of course, but the structure was sound. Minions scuttled in front of him, opening the door and ushering him inside followed by the rest of the vampires. As William approached the doorway, the tosser turned with a dramatic flourish and delivered a practiced speech.
“I give you leave to enter and leave this abode freely. I ask of you only two things – do not reveal its whereabouts to anyone not within the brethren and for every five kills you make, you bring one back as tribute. Now, give your name and promise and enter.”
Mentally shaking himself at the bloody idiocy of Auric, he looked the git in the eyes and said, “The name’s Blond, Spike Blond; I’ll honour the rules.”
He didn’t say which rules.
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After three tedious days spent sussing out the players in the cadre, he was ready to execute his plan. Sending a pre-arranged signal to G by his watch transmitter, he laid all the groundwork then set out to bait the trap. Seeing as Auric styled himself “Master of Sunnydale” and was so far up his own arse he would need a ladder to get back out, he figured that he’d jump at the chance to flaunt a little, dress up and posture.
So the plan was simply this; butter up Auric, convince him that as a true Master he must accept vows of fealty from all the vampires in Sunnydale. A suitable gathering could be arranged for the ritual - the Bronze would be ideal for William’s plan. Once there, after G had hijacked the sprinkler system and replaced the water with holy water, all William needed to do was turn on the sprinkler system and not get wet. Simple. Easy. Effective.
So he spent time with Auric, pandering to his bloated ego, devouring his every word, listening in apparent rapt awe to his tales of death and destruction. He even had a few drinks with him, gagging every time he had to swig out of the same bottle. His breath was rank!
William loathed and despised the creature with a fiery passion. He was a friggin’ idiot, poncing about and tossing his shoulder length hair back with his lace-cuffed hands. And as it got nearer to the time when he was expected to present the poofter with his fifth victim as part of his entry fee, he had to speed things along. After dropping increasing larger hints about a ceremony without the no-brain catching on, he’d finally had enough and just came out with it.
“Auric, me old mate – don’t you think it’s about time you got some sort of respect round here? Now I’m new, so I might have this wrong, but you are supposed to be the Master of Sunnydale, right? So where is the tribute and honour due to you? The gifts of virgins? You know what, pal, you need to make your presence known with a statement. Now, if I were you I’d get a public oath of fealty set up, get all the vamps together and make ‘em swear loyalty. Any that don’t wanna play, then me and the boys ‘n girls will pick ‘em off right quick. What d’ya think?”
Well of course, Auric couldn’t resist the idea of ceremonials and despatched minions to summon every vamp, on pain of staking, to attend at the Bronze that very night to swear the oath of fealty. As Master of Sunnydale it was his right and his due so most of them would come, even if they were grumbling as they did so. William didn’t care as long as they turned up.
Telling Auric that he wanted to go and prepare the Bronze, he swept by HQ for a final talk to G and to check his equipment. He felt oddly disappointed when Buffy was nowhere to be seen. G advised him that all was ready, and answered his nonchalant enquiry about Buffy’s whereabouts with a curious look on his face.
Heading to the Bronze, William pondered his reaction to Buffy Summerpenny. Like it or not, he’d already bent fishery by-laws, poaching was on the menu and the company pond was going to see some more of his rod action. He’d loved the nibble earlier but now he was determined he was going to hook her and land her. And there he ended the fish analogy because it was, quite frankly, gross. The mission, focus on the mission.
In the end, it was upsettingly easy to crowd the Bronze with hapless vampires. Once all were inside, the doors were discreetly locked and guarded by 00 personnel. Only one demon would be walking out of there tonight; the janitor could sweep the others up in the morning. Ostensibly checking that the vampires were all settled and happy, and in the mood to party, he circulated amongst the crowd and shepherded them all to the best areas for the plan to work. He would start the deluge when all attention was on the vain prick on the stage.
Then, it was time. Auric swept into view swathed in a black cloak and stood, hands on hips, addressing the crowd. ‘Satin-lined velvet? What do you think you look like,’ William thought.
“Bloody hell, he’s gonna bore them to death, I’ll be doing them a favour putting them out of their misery,” William muttered, then cringed as he heard Auric refer to the assembly as his “immortal vassals”.
Right now, everyone was focused on the stage, most with lethal intent. William headed to the service area, slipped behind a pillar and raising G’s ingenious watch above his head, activated it. With a dull pop, a swathe of impermeable gossamer micro fibre shot out and enveloped him from head to foot and bonding instantly with his lithe form . Locating the sprinkler controls he pressed them on, and then stood back to watch the lethal effect of the fine spray of holy water on unprotected vamp skin. Hideous blisters smoked and burst, the air was alive with screams and howls as one after the other the vampires bubbled and combusted down to ash. It didn’t take long.
When the screams and sizzles had stopped, William activated his watch to scan the area for vampire life signs, figuratively speaking. He found only one. He was alone.
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The cleanup wasn’t his problem; he left the team behind to take care of damage, soothe over any local doomwatchers that had come out of the woodwork. The owner of the Bronze would be well compensated for the use of his club. As he exited the building, he sensed the approaching sunrise. He quickened his pace, and then broke into a loping run, reaching HQ just in time. He was surprised to see Buffy behind the counter.
Smiling to himself he sauntered over to her, head tilted to sweep his eyes across her form. She stopped her fingers from fiddling with the cash register and stared at him.
“Didn’t think to see you here so early, pet. Couldn’t sleep?”
She hadn’t slept well since that night at the Bronze. Every time she closed her eyes she felt his mouth on hers and saw his face contorted with passion. She writhed and bucked in her bed then woke up drenched with sweat, sobbing with loss.
William noticed her tired eyes and flushed skin. Her heartbeat was off the scale and she looked haunted. He moved closer and she took an involuntary step back. William was puzzled. Was she scared of him, because of the bite? He had to know; he had big plans for Miss Summerpenny that didn’t involve her scooting out of reach.
Vaulting the counter, he grabbed her arms to prevent her escape. Her eyes were tormented as they locked with his and tears began to spill out of them and roll down her beautiful face.
“Hush now, pet. What’s all this for? Is it me, did I frighten you? Buffy, please don’t cry, kitten, you’re tearing me up inside. Hush, hush.”
All the time he spoke to her he was rocking her gently and stroking her hair. Despite herself, she leant into his embrace and nuzzled his shoulder. She spoke against his chest, counting on his vampire hearing to translate.
“I hate it that I’m just another notch on the 00666 bedpost! I hate that the only way I could have you was to make the mission work. And I hate it that now I don’t want anybody else and I never will and you’ll be going away with some exotic beauty and I just can’t bear it.”
William laughed softly.
“Please don’t laugh at me. I know I’m pathetic but just for a little while I thought you really wanted me – ME! Plain Buffy Summerpenny. You seemed like you wanted me and not just for mission stuff … but I know it was just an act, and I thought it would be enough but now I can’t sleep and my dreams always end with you leaving me and I can’t stand the thought of never touching you again, never kissing you again…”
He’d been trying to interrupt her tirade and eventually managed to silence her by grasping her face and pulling her mouth to his for a soft and gentle kiss.
“Kissing me like this………” he whispered, “or like this…” as he sought her mouth again, this time harder and more intense, wrapping his tongue around hers and nibbling at her lips. Gasping for breath, Buffy looked up at him as he continued to gaze at her, his hands cupping her face.
“Buffy; I don’t know what happened that night. I never lose sight of the mission, I’m famous for it in fact; detached, impersonal, cold. But that night.” He shook his head, “that night I didn’t care about anything but holding you, being inside you, drinking you.”
Buffy drew in a little breath. Could this be true? He looked sincere enough, and god knows she wanted to believe him. Oh what the hell, she’d take anything he wanted to give. If this was a line…..reel her in. She was his, hook, line and sinker for as long as he wanted her.
Picking her up, he vaulted the counter again.
“Where are we going?” she queried.
“Thought we’d take the company ‘plane for a spin. Where’d you fancy, pet? Where do you want to paint the town red and see the sun come up – safely inside of course with curtains drawn. In fact, forget that. Where do you want to scandalise the populace when I make you scream so loud you set off alarms, ‘cause you won’t be leaving the room any time soon.”
She just smiled at him. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered as long as she was here in his arms.
As he swept out of the door he winked over Buffy’s shoulder at W who was standing at the back of the shop, hidden in shadows. She shook her head at him and grinned.
Goddamm spies; they always got the girl. And just once in a while, the girl got the spy.
THE END
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Well, this is the last chapter of this first Spike Blond fic. I'll post the second story very soon. Thanks for the feedback, hope you enjoy this conclusion.