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[A/N: Some lines taken from the BtVS, ‘Halloween’.]


Fang Fest.

Chapter Four.


He was frustrated. He had looked through almost every book that he had owned and he still couldn’t find anything on what was happening to the people of Sunnydale. Swiftly walking towards another bookcase, the phone rang.

Cussing, he picked up the phone. “Yes?” he tried to should as nice as possible.

“Giles, I think we have something. Cordelia said that Buffy and her friends got their costumes at a new place called Ethan’s.” Angel said through the receiver.

Giles whipped his glasses off of his face and began to clean them vigorously. Ethan. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Cordy said that she saw them in the store and she got her costume somewhere else, so she didn’t change.” Angel confirmed.

“Ok. I’m going to check out the store. Have you found Buffy yet?”

“No. Witch Willow is doing a locator spell to try to find her. So far, nothing.” By Angel’s tone, the Englishman could tell that he was worried and angry. There, they had one thing in common at least. “If she’s a vampire Giles, she can die like one as well.”

Giles paused. “God lord.” He said quietly. “That girl…” he was planning to put her through an extreme workout when everything was back to normal. “Just do what you can, Angel.”

“I will, Giles.” The line went dead.

Putting his glasses back on his face, he grabbed his coat and headed out the door towards town to take care of an old friend.

* * * * *

“You have to admit, it looks better on me.” Buffy said. She and Spike had been walking down the streets of Sunnydale for about five minutes after their fabulous fuck fest against the alley wall. Once they were done, the two quickly realized that Buffy was without a shirt. Spike had quickly removed his jacket and put it around her shoulders and buttoned her up. The v-neck of the duster was so low that it was past her chest and halfway to her navel. And it was driving Spike crazy.

“It’s my bloody coat woman, be grateful that I’m lettin’ you borrow it.” He growled.

Buffy noticed his sour mood. “Ohh.” She wrapped her arms around Spike’s arm and pulled herself against him. “I’m sorry, Spikey.” She kissed him on the cheek, smiling as he growled at her. “Want me to make it up to you?” she whispered in his ear before pulling his earlobe into her mouth and bit it lightly.

This time, Spike’s growl wasn’t in irritation. Quickly pulling her into an alleyway, he unbuttoned the jacket and attacked her breasts with earnest. She arched into his touch, moaning loudly. “Spike…” she said breathlessly.

He pinched rolled her nipples between his fingers and attacking her mouth at the same time. Her arousal perfumed the air around him, making him dizzy. Though her lack of needing to breath, her breaths came in short, quick spurts. She pulled away from his mouth and moaned, her face heavenward. God, what this demon could do to her.

“Spike… please.” she breathed in his ear.

“What? Tell me what you want, luv.” He said huskily.

“Need you… your touch.” She panted.

“Where? Tell me where you want me to touch you.” He licked the outer shell of her ear and gave her nipples a hard twist. She half moaned and gasped loudly.

“M-My… pussy. Touch my pussy.”

“You’re gonna have to open you’re pants for me, luv, unless you want me to stop touchin’ you here.” With the last word, he twisted her nipples again.

“Ahh!” she hissed. Taking her hands from his shoulders, she practically ripped her pants open with her need to get Spike to touch her there. “D-Done.” She said.

“Good, not put my hand where you want it.” He purred in her ear. He was surprised by the grip than she had on his wrist when she grabbed him with lightning speed and pulled her hand away from her breast and shoved it in her pants, causing his thumb to hit her clit.

“Ahh!!” she moaned loudly.

“Talk me through it, luv. What do you want ol’ Spike to do to you?” He loved this, talking dirty to the Slayer, and have her reacting to it like this. He would never get used to it.

“Finger me. Two.” She panted. “Rub my clit with your… t-thumb.” Her legs almost buckled when Spike did as she told him. “Ahh… Spike.” She gasped. It wasn’t long till she felt the knot in her stomach become tighter and tighter. “Please… Spike… n-need you-u.” She whimpered in his ear.

“What do you need, kitten?” He gave her clit a little twist and smirked when she cried out in his ear.

“M-make me come…. And… your fangs, in my… neck.” She breathed. Spike froze with shock for half a second before he felt his demon take control.

She knew the minute that he started to do some tricky stuff to her pussy that would’ve taken a long time to perfect, that what she had said snapped his control. Her legs were so weak from holding her up that Spike had to pin her body to the wall to keep her where he wanted her. This man, this vampire, though she had only known him for an hour or so, he was the greatest thing that had ever happened to her. He had a sweet side, a very bad side, and a very good bad side as well.

Bringing her hands up, she ran her hands through his hair, dislodging it from its gel confinement. It was silky and fine and felt wonderful between her fingers. She decided that she loved his hair. She could spend all day just running her fingers through it. Grasping the back of his head, she pulled him towards her neck as she was about to reach orgasm. He took the invitation with no hesitation.

The minute his fangs pierced her neck, she screamed out her orgasm, yelling his name. It felt like she was in the clouds for almost a full minute before she started to come down. Spike was still pulling her blood, and she had lost feeling around her pussy area. Her legs finally crumpled, but Spike’s other hand went around her waist and held her up.

Her blood.

God, her blood still tasted like a Slayers, with a hint of demon. It was exotic and provocative. He didn’t seem to get enough. When she had asked him to bite her, his demon had roared and took over from there. He worked on her pussy with speed, loving the noises that she made when she was about to come. Then when she ran her fingers through his hair, it felt good and made his scalp tingle, and then to pull his head to her neck, he didn’t wait before he struck.

Now here he was, still taking deep pulls of her blood.

“Spike…” she said weakly.

The instant she said his name, he stopped drinking from her and pulled away from her wound far enough to wipe his tongue over the holes to seal it up. “Sorry, pet.” He tried to apologize, “You just taste so damn good.”

“Hmm.” She grabbed the back of his head and turned him to face her. “Let me taste.” She licked his lips to clean them off, before she kissed him. There was blood still on his tongue and it did taste wonderful. There was something about her blood that seemed to energize her. This couldn’t be what she tasted like; it didn’t taste like the man she had killed not too long ago.

What was going on?

* * * * *

Twenty minutes ago


“Hello? Is anyone in?” Giles called as we walked into the Halloween shop. Looking around, he saw the empty racks where the people of Sunnydale had cleaned out the store of costumes. The place was an absolute mess. As he looked around, he saw a door that lead to the back and he carefully made his way towards the back.

There, surrounded by a circle of burning candles, was Janus, one of the Roman mystical Gods. Primarily, it represents the division of self. Male and female. Light and dark-

“Hello, Ripper.” It had been a long time since he had heard the voice from his past.

Looking towards the shadows, out stepped Ethan. “Hello, Ethan.” He said dangerously and impatiently.

“What, no hug?” Ethan asked, stepping in front of Giles, his arms away from his body in a mock invitation. “Aren’t you happy to see your old mate?”

“I'm surprised I didn't guess it was you. This Halloween stunt stinks of Ethan Rayne.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” the man asked proudly. “Not to blow my old horn, but – it’s genius. The very embodiment of ‘be careful what you wish for’.”

“It’s sick.” Giles spat. “And brutal. It harms the innocent-”

“Oh, and we all know that you are the champion of innocence and all things pure and good, Rupert.” He said wryly. “This is quite an act you’ve got going here, old man.”

Giles looked around like he was bored. “It’s no act. It’s who I am.” He said simply.

“It's who you are?” Ethan said disbelievingly. “The Watcher? Sniveling tweed-clad guardian of the Slayer and her kin?” He shook his head “I think not. I know who you are. And I know what you're capable of.” His face turned to one of realization. “But they don't do they? They have no idea where you come from.”

“Break the spell, Ethan. Then leave this place and never come back.” Giles’ voice turned dangerous and threateningly. The light in his eyes went out as he looked at his old friend.

“Why should I?” Ethan asked. “What do I get in this bargain?”

“You get to live.” Giles said simply.

“Oooh. You’re scary.” Giles looks dangerously at the man in front of him. Then before Ethan could process it, he got a mouthful of Giles’ fist.

Five minutes later

Giles looked around the room, wiping his knuckled with a handkerchief. “And you said ‘Rupert the Ripper’ was long gone…” Ethan groaned at his feet. Not that he cared.

“How do I stop the spell?” he asked, sounding bored.

“Say pretty ple-“ Giles kicked him in the back, not holding back at all. “Janus,” Ethan’s voice not hiding the pain that he was in. “Break the statue.”

Giles stepped around Ethan and grabbed the statue from its pedestal and threw it against the wall. The two men watch as it shattered pieces. When Giles turned back to look at Ethan, he was no were to be seen. Good riddance, he thought. Now all he had to hope that everything had gone back to normal.

* * * * *

Twenty minutes ago…


“I found her!” Willow said as the necklace stuck to the map of Sunnydale like two magnets. “She’s on Holly street.” She said as she looked up as Angel, Cordy and Xander walked into the room. Before the humans could blink, the vampire was heading out the door towards where Buffy was supposed to be.

“We should go after him.” Willow said. “Who knows what might happen if the two of them meet and things don’t go well.” Xander and Cordy nodded as she stood up and they ran out of the door, following the very distant vampire.

Soon he would have Buffy back in his arms here she belong and they would forget all about this night, Angel thought and he jogged down the street towards Buffy’s location. If anything happened to her, he didn’t know what he was going to do.

* * * * *

Something inside of Buffy seemed to click back into place. She was still kissing Spike, when she came back into the drivers seat. Through the whole night, she had to watch as someone else took her body for a test drive while she watched. When the driver had killed the man, she felt the others enjoyment and the way that the blood felt as it went down her throat.

She wanted to throw up just thinking about it. Then Spike showed and stopped her, though not in time. When the driver, or demon, had seen Spike, she was overcome with the desire to have this man, this vampire. The power was so strong that she, too, was aroused. When they had alleysex, she felt the desire as well and the way that he ad stretched her, and how wonderful he had felt. But there was the pain as he broke her virgin barrier. She did feel the pain for a moment, before it was covered up with immense pleasure.

Buffy didn’t know that it could feel this way during sex. She was surprised and disgusted by the act. But her first orgasm was not one that she was about to forget. And she wasn’t sure if she wanted to forget it.

When they were done, Spike had stopped her from killing anyone else. He had distracted her by saying something obscene that made the real her blush as she watched. It was like she was in a movie theater, and she as watching what was going on, as well as feeling it. She felt a new ‘respect’ towards the vampire now. That he had known that the real her wouldn’t like the thought of killing, and stopped her.

The second time that Spike had her against an alley wall, she was disgusted by what she was saying, but she knew the affect that it was having on the vampire as she ‘felt’ his erection pressing against her leg. Then when she heard herself saying that she wanted his fangs? She had yelled out in protest, despite the unbelievable pleasure that was coursing through her body.

But the minute that his fangs were in her, she exploded in a volcano of pleasure. There was a tinge of pain as he bit her, but she was surprised that she liked it. A little pain with her pleasure. This orgasm was longer than the first, and she didn’t know if it was ever going to end, and she also didn’t know if she wanted it to.

Spike was still drinking from her as the pleasure subsided. She was afraid that he was going to drain her, but when Demon Buffy said his name, he stopped immediately. Saying he was sorry, no less. Now she was completely confused. Spike had stopped taking Slayer’s blood? What was wrong here?

Then there was the kiss. The kiss where she could taste her own blood and she was surprised again that she liked it. In a disgusting, demony way of course.

Now suddenly, she was back in her body, and she was still kissing Spike. His hand was still in her pants, his fingers still pumping in and out of her, and his thumb rubbing her clit in slow, lazy circles. Desire flooded her senses and she was disgusted with herself.

“Hmm!” Buffy used what strength she still had and pushed Spike away from her so he stumbled back a few feet.

Spike was about to protest when he saw her face. “Bugger,” she slayer was back in her right mind, and he didn’t even get his problem fixed yet. “Listen, slayer-” but she didn’t say anything. She stood there, her face a mixture of disorientation, fear, and sadness… Wait, sadness? What did she have to be sorry about?

Before he could say anything, she clutched the duster around her body and took off out of the alley and down the road. Spike didn’t even try to follow her. He would get his jacket back when she was more like herself. Turning out of the alley way, she watched Buffy just in time when she was about to turn the corner, Angel came barreling into her, knocking her to the ground.

The two stayed where they were before Buffy jumped up and ran into Angel’s arms. “Buffy? Are you alright?” Her wrapped his arms around her and she sobbed into his chest. “What happened?” Then he caught the scent. Realizing why the jacket that she was wearing looked so familiar. Looking around, he saw Spike down the road, looking at them.

Buffy felt and heard Angel growl and didn’t dare to turn around to see what had caused it. She felt Angel about to pull away from her, probably to attack Spike, but she held on tighter to him. “Please…” her voice coming out feebly and hoarse, probably from all the yelling that she was doing when Spike made her come. It made her shudder. “I wanna go home.”

Angel looked down at the trembling young woman in his arms and his grandchilde. Glaring at Spike once more, he tightened his hold on her as he turned them around to head down the street towards her house. When they were out of Spike’s sights, he gently took the duster off of the girl, ignoring her protests, before shrugging his own jacket off and putting it around the girl, avoiding looking at her chest at all cost. Angel was about to drop the coat into the street, when Buffy grabbed it. “Might need it to blackmail him.”

He nodded and let her hold onto it.

It wasn’t long before they ran into Normal Willow and Xander and Cordelia. None of them asked questions or said anything when they looked between the distant looking Slayer and the look that Angel was giving them.

As they got to Buffy house, Angel asked if she was alright. Willow said that she was going to stay with Buffy for the night, and for them to take Cordelia home. He nodded and gave Buffy one last long look before following Cordy and Xander off of the porch towards the girl’s house.

When they were out of sight, Willow opened the door and let them in. “Do you want to talk about it tomorrow?” She asked, knowing that there was no way that her friend would be ready to speak tonight.

Buffy nodded and Willow followed her upstairs.


TBC




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