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Sorry it's been a long time since I last updated this story. I'm going to try to get back on it. Though it might be shorter than what I had intended.
Fang Fest.

Chapter Six.


“Okay,” Giles said as he added another note to his pad. “So far, we know you can stand in daylight, enhanced senses and strength, can live off of blood or human food, you’re pale, and you run at a cooler temperature. That’s the good parts.”

“And the bad?” asked Willow.

“You’re game face is not as bumpy as a normal vampire, can’t be seen in mirrors, feels fatigued during day time, blood tastes good, crosses and holy water hurt,” Buffy mentally rubbed the part of her arm that they had used holy water on. It had hurt like a bitch. “And in game face, your canines get slightly longer.” He looked up from his notes. “That’s all we’ve found out so far.”

“Well… there is the fact that I know when Spike’s close.” Buffy said in a small voice. “He was close before you got here. I felt his disappointment, and then his reassurance.”

“Did he claim you?” Giles’ voice turning more Ripper-like.

“No. There was no claimage. I just feel him there and I like it.” She frowned and looked away from her Watcher. “I don’t know how to explain it.”

Giles jotted that down into his notes. “W-Well, I could say that this might help with your slaying. What with the extra strength and enhanced senses, it could give you an advantage.”

Buffy nodded. “Yeah!” Willow said, cheerfully and hopefully. “You’re like the SuperSlayer!” She smiled.

“The extra strength would be of the good.” Buffy agreed. Looking at the clock for the tenth time since they had been running their tests, it was still a couple of hours till the sun set.

“Maybe we need to talk to Angel and see what he thinks?” Giles suggested.

“No!” They jumped at her outburst. “I mean, he wasn’t too happy with me dressing up as a vampire in the first place, and when he hears that I’m not so human…” she let them think of an ending.

“We understand Buffy,” Willow said. “But in what way might another vampire reaction to you? Angel might be able to help with that.”

“I could always ask Spike when I see him.”

“When would that be?”

“Tonight.” At their looks, she tried to explain. “I have this feeling that he’s gonna show up, that’s all.”

Giles nodded and shut his pad. “Well, I’ll let you get some sleep before you go out tonight.” Buffy didn’t know how tired she was ‘til Giles had mentioned it. She nodded. “Willow? Would you like a ride home?”

“That would be great, Giles.” Saying their good byes to Buffy, they walked out to the older man’s car and drove off.

Suddenly exhausted, Buffy walked slowly upstairs to her bedroom, not caring about her clothes and flopped on the bed. Within second, she was asleep.

* * * * *

The minute that the sun was low enough that it was safe to go out, Angel took off towards Buffy’s house. Maybe she would now be able to shed some light on the whole Spike business. His teeth clenched as he thought of her in the Blonde Wonder’s coat. Without a shirt.

Then there was this strange feeling that he was getting. Like there was a new member of the family. Something was telling him that it was Buffy. But that was absurd. Buffy couldn’t be part of the family, she wasn’t a vampire, and he didn’t notice the feeling last night. Then again, he was preoccupied with trying to find Buffy.

He walked more quickly through the town towards the house on Revello Drive.

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Once the sun was barely set, Spike set out to go to see Buffy. She was still at her house, that much he could tell. His sire had been asleep when he had left and had given the minions strict orders not to let her out of their sights. He couldn’t deal with her wandering around and stumbling on him and the Slayer right now. She was rambling enough as it was. Always about ‘Sunshine’.

He was glad that the warehouse wasn’t too far from where the Slayer lived. It took only five minutes till he was standing on the sidewalk in front of the house. He could feel her in there for there was only one heart beat and her mother seemed to be out. The beat was a steady rhythm, so she must be asleep. Going around to the back, he saw a tree that conveniently located right in front of the Slayer’s bedroom window. He hoped that the girl was in a good mood and didn’t push him into a pointy branch.

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Buffy was sleeping dreamlessly when something woke her up. There was a slight tapping noise against her window. At first she thought that it was Angel. She stiffened in the bed. There was no way that she could deal with him right now. But he must’ve known by now that she was awake because she could hear her heartbeat pick up as well. Damn the thing. It always seemed to give her away.

There was another tapping on the window.

Rolling over so she could see who was there, she stopped when she saw Spike looking in the window. He wasn’t the person that she would have thought to be there. But then again, Angel was the only vampire with an invitation into her house. Angel would have just come in if he was here, or knocked on her door.

Spike surprised her. Then she remembered that he had shown up during the daytime and sent her reassurance. Getting up, she went over the window and opened it. “What do you want Spike?” Her voice was rough from tired ness and she cleared it.

“Just came by to ask you if you know anything about what happened last night.” He said, sitting on the roof. “Thought it odd that I could feel you in the back of my noggin.”

So Spike had sensed her as well? “Same with me. I-I mean, I can feel you as well.”

He looked at her. “You know anythin’ about tha’?”

She shrugged. “Nothing rock solid, just stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“Yeah. Stuff.” She shifted from one foot to the other. “Discoveries, I guess you could call them.”

“Mind sharin’, luv?”

She sighed deeply. Tell? Or don’t tell? Oh the choices, she thought sarcastically. Did he need to know? Or was it none of his business. It was somewhat related with him. With her being a vampire last night and the biteage… Ooh, Buffy, don’t go there. You’ll just get horny again. “Well… ummm… where to start.”

“How abou’ the beginnin’.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t’ be a smartass. You just might find yourself on your back.”

“Oh, after last night, I’m rather hopin’ for it, luv.” He curled his tongue behind his teeth and looked her over. Her short boxer shorts and her tight tank top didn’t hide what he had last night. His pants got uncomfortable as he thought about last night.

“You’re a pig, Spike.” She couldn’t help the excited feeling when the image came up. God, what was wrong with her? Was this another one of her symptoms? Wanting more sex? Or was Spike doing this somehow?

“Oink, oink, baby.” He looked around. “You gonna invite me in, or not.”

“You aren’t going to come back later and kill me or my mom in our sleep, are you?”

“I believe in a fair fight, luv. I wouldn’t think of it. Though I do know a few who would.” Angelus in particular.

“Fine. Come in, Spike.” She stepped back and watched as he slid into her room effortlessly.

Before she knew what he was doing, he snatched her up in his arms and kissed her. She struggled momentarily before she gave in. She had forgotten how good his lips felt, and how she fit perfectly into his rock hard body. Grabbing the back of his head, she pulled him more forcefully into the kiss. She felt him run his tongue along her lip, wanting access. She didn’t hesitate, moaning as their tongues met.

She was bloody addictive. He didn’t know how much he had missed her kisses till he came in and the overwhelming urge to kiss her came over him. Now they were going at each other like they were condemned prisoners.

“Oh, Buffy,” Spike whispered against her skin as he broke the kiss to nip and kiss her neck. She shivered in Spike’s arms. Her breaths were coming out in ragged spurts. Her body’s reaction to Spike was incomparable to anything she had ever felt before. It was unbearable. “Missed you so much… Want you just like last time… Wet, tight, and mine.” He rubbed his growing erection firmly into her stomach, grinning as he heard her gasp.

“Spike…” she began tugging at his shirt. “Too many clothes.” Her voice thick with desire. Her eyes gleamed in the moonlight as Spike pulled back just enough to let her lift the shirt over his head and tossed forgotten onto the floor. While Buffy was fumbling with Spike’s belt, he was slipping his hands under her tight shirt and pushing it up.

Once everything between then was gone, they sighed as they felt each other’s skin against their own. The air around them was full of their need, driving their senses wild. Spike picked Buffy up with inhuman speed and tossed her on the bed before jumping on top of her. Picking up her hips, he placed her the way that he wanted her and plunged into her. Her hips jerked off of the bed as she gasped at the sudden invasion.

Spike was having a hard time holding the demon back. His control was slipping as he felt her walls already fluttering around his cock. This girl, this young woman, was exquisite. In all his years, she had the tightest little pussy that he had the pleasure of having. And it was all his.

“Spike!” Buffy’s voice begged as she raised her hips up, pushing the blonde deeper into her, nudging the sensitive bundle of nerves that sent her quaking.

“What does my girl want?” He purred in her ear.

“If you don’t start moving right now…” she growled in his ear, grabbing his ass and pulling him towards her. She knew the minute that his control snapped. He began pumping into her at a tremendous speed and she could feel and hear as the bed frame hit the wall behind her. “Ahh!” she gasped as Spike twisted his hips, hitting the nerves over and over again. She was just at the edge, and knew that he should be there was well.

Grabbing his hair roughly, she pulled his head to the side and shifted into her game face. Licking a spot on his neck, she felt him growl as she hit a sensitive spot. Finding his jugular, she pierced his skin, sending him over the edge, yelling her name. She could feel the instant that he changed to his game face and pulled his face to her neck and he bit into her, sending her over.

They stayed like that as they came down, drinking from each other and rubbing their bodies against each other. Logical thought began to enter Spike’s mind. Pulling away from Buffy’s neck, he waited as she cleaned up his neck before she faced him. His eyes widened as he saw her slightly wrinkled forehead, yellow eyes and her elongated canines.

“When did this happen, luv?” He asked, running a finger over her forehead, down the side of her face to her mouth.

“Just noticed it this morning, among other things.” She shifted back, and Spike was surprised that he was sad to see it go.

“What other things?” He rolled over onto his back and tucked her into his side. He felt his demon purr slightly as he felt her snuggle into him.

“Giles thinks I’m part vampire now, what with all that’s changed.” His fingers were grazing the side of her stomach, making her want him all over again. “Obviously I have a slight game face, I have better hearing, sight, smell, and strength. I can’t see myself in mirrors, crosses and holy water hurt like a bitch, and sunlight doesn’t seem to have an effect on me. I can drink blood without it bothering me, though its creepy.” Spike chuckled. “But other than that, I’m same old Buffy… also there is the whole connection between us.”

“It doesn’t feel like a mating claim, though it is something.” Spike agreed. “I’m thinking it’s a sire/childe thing. But I haven’t changed you.”

“Maybe it’s because I don’t have a sire, that you took that place when you bit me?” She brought her hand out from under her chin to run her fingers along his chest.

“You migh’ have somethin’ there, kitten. It does feel like tha’ you’re my childe, though I’ve never had this feeling before.”

“You’ve never made a childe?”

“I have, just it’s never felt this way, and the connection between me and my childe didn’t last long enough for me to be able to feel anything.” Spike’s hand stopped playing with Buffy’s side. Lifting her chin, Buffy looked up at Spike and saw the difference in him than what he was a few second before.

“I’m sorry if I said anything-“

“Don’t worry about it, luv. It was a long time ago, yeah?” He kissed the top of her head. He pulled the quilt that was at the foot of the bed on top of them and hugged her closer. This felt right. They felt right together.

As Buffy snuggled deeper into Spike’s arms, she sighed in contentment. This was where she belonged, and nothing and no one was going to stop her.

“What the hell is going on?!” Buffy’s world shattered around her as her eyes snapped open and looked towards the door. Beside her, she felt Spike stiffen and lock his arm around her. In the doorway, Angel was glaring at them. If looks could kill…

“So this explains why no one came to answer the door.” Angel’s eyes were shimmering gold flashes. Buffy had never seen him this angry. He was shooting all his anger at Spike, and occasionally when he looked at her, she wanted to shrink into the mattress.

Spike sat up where he laid, slowly. After all these years that he had spent with his grandsire, he had never, not once, seen Angelus like this. He actually looked scary. He felt Buffy pull the quilt up to cover her chest as she sat up as well. He could feel her fear seeping through their connection, as well as smell it in the air around him. It stirred the demon in him. Not to react to the fear like he normally would, but to protect her.

“Why, you want to join?” Spike asked, trying inconspicuously to put himself between Buffy and his grandsire. “I seem to recollect tha’ you were into tha’ sort of thing.”

“Shut up, Spike.” Angel growled. He glared at Buffy. “Mind explaining things, Buffy?”

Buffy shifted her eyes between Angel and the side of Spike’s face as he looked at the brunette. “I-I… ah… I-I” she stammered.

“Spit it out!” Angel yelled, making her jump, basically whimpering into Spike’s side.

“Leave her alone peaches! It isn’t her fault-“

“Yeah, it’s your fault.” Before Spike could react, he was being pulled out of bed and dragged to the ground where he was kicked in the ribs. He was vaguely aware of Buffy screaming at Angel as he was kicked in the head.

“So what did you do, Willy?” Angel snarled. “Use thrall to make her think she’s your fuck buddy?” He delivered another blow to the blonde’s stomach, making the man cough up some blood. He swatted Buffy’s hands away from his arm, ignoring her pleases for him to stop.

“Angel, stop this!” She tried to grab Angel’s arm, but he just pushed her away, not knowing that he used enough strength for her to fall off of the bed onto the floor on the opposite side. Now she was mad. He was ignoring her and beating Spike up! She felt something inside of her stir as she saw Angel kick Spike again, causing an audible crack through the room.

Something snapped in Buffy as she jumped up, snatched up Spike’s shirt, pulled it on before storming over to Angel and tossing him across the room. A warning growl erupted through her body as she stared at Angel as he lay in mess of dirty clothes and wall hangings.

Angel froze when he heard the growl. Had she just growled at him? His head snapped up and his gaze focused on Buffy. He gasped as he saw her face wrinkly, eyes a bright yellow, and though he couldn’t see them, he knew that she had fangs. She was gorgeous and his demon wanted to take her as his, he couldn’t stop the anger that ripped through his body. Jumping up, he glared down at Spike. “What. Did. You. Do?!”

“He didn’t do anything!” Buffy screamed. “It was because of that stupid Halloween spell that made me like this.” The bravado was slowly leaving her as she spoke, making her feel vulnerable and scared.

As painful as it was, Spike had to get up and comfort his girl. She was in pain and he had to hold her. Staggering up from his position on the floor, he got up and stood behind her, pulling her into his arms. Buffy snuggled into Spike’s embrace, seeking the protection that he was giving her. The pair stared down at the elder vampire, their eyes both pleading and angry.


TBC



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