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Hola all! Thanks to all who read and review, I am ever so pleased you like it! This chapter gave me a bit of a hard time as there was quite a bit to get out, but I hope I did it justice. Oh yeah and there's sex, just a heads up.
On a final note does anyone know how I can go about getting a BETA? I've tried a number of places and sent some emails but i get nothing back, also i don't have a great track record with BETAs as they tend to give up on me before the work is done. Well enough stalling... enjoy!
The Third Chapter

Buffy barely acknowledged the ex-watcher doctor’s parting words as she stepped out the front doors of the sanatorium. She was feeling weighed down but determined to fulfill her destiny. ‘Honestly it’s a bit much for a fifteen year old to put up with’ she thought sourly, hoping she wouldn’t end up aging prematurely. ‘Though bigger boobs wouldn’t be too bad but heaven forbid I get a grey hair. Or God! Wrinkles!’ Shaking off those terror inducing thoughts, she continued on towards the exit, half expecting her kind of boyfriend and partner-in-vampire slaying, Pike, to be waiting for her. She figured they’d zoom back to her parent’s house and she’d pack a bag and take off on a ‘Doing Your Duty Slaying-spree’ somewhere like Vegas or Hollywood. She was completely blown away at how instead of a cute bad boy on a moped, she saw her mother in her SUV.

“Mommy?”

Joyce jumped out of her car and ran towards her daughter. “Buffy, baby!” she cried and enveloped her only child in a smothering embrace. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart so very, very, sorry.” She murmured into her daughter’s hair rocking her child back and forth.

Buffy was hurt, true. Very much so. She had been through so much pain, and fear, and had to do it all alone, and when she became a slayer she was betrayed by those that were supposed to love and help her. Not throw her away like so much crazy garbage. Even though Buffy was trembling with confused, hurtful rage, she still latched onto her mother like a drowning person in the sea. For she was drowning, and at last it seemed like she was finally going to be saved. Together the women burst into tears. First of pain and loss and fear. Then some happy tears came through at long last.

“I missed you mommy.”

“I missed you too baby.”

“Mommy, I… I’m sorry..”

“No Buffy!” Joyce stopped her weeping daughter sternly. She backed out of their desperate embrace to face her daughter squarely in her cloudy emerald eyes. She grasped her daughter’s shoulders and declared. “Buffy don’t you ever apologize for what you did. Well maybe burning the gymnasium down to kill those vampires was a tad too excessive but still. The only ones who have to apologize are your father and I. So I am the one who is sorry Buffy. Me. You may not be able to forgive me, or maybe at least not for some time for what I did, betraying you like we did. But I promise you I will do everything possible in my power to not only make up for my mistakes, but to help you in every way possible. You will never be alone again.”

Buffy’s lips trembled with emotion. She was home at long last she was finally home. She only managed to sputter out ‘Mum’ before burrowing herself into her mother’s bosom and wailing like the lost child she had been. Slayer, yes, but still just a frightened little girl.

Once they were all cried out and their eyes almost too puffy to see with, they turned and made their way into the family car. Strapped in, Joyce told her daughter how instead of heading straight home they were going to go to her spa and get the full beauty treatment and massage. “I’ve also got something very special for you too, Buffy. It’s a surprise that will help your with your slaying and keep you nice and safe. But before that we are going to be pampered and spoiled, and you sweetie are going to get all dolled up in this beautiful new dress I bought for you.”

“Oh, are there shoes too?” she asked, eyes round with excitement.

“Of course there are shoes for you too!” Joyce smiled starting the car. “The loveliest white strappy sandals you ever did see. Just wait.”

Buffy smiled. ‘It’s going to be a perfect day!’ she thought and began to relax and hope and feel normal again.

*

She looked him over. “Well Spike, tonight’s the night!” she announced gleefully. “Let’s get you ready for show, shall we.”

Spike growled.

“Stop that.” She scolded and opened his cell.

One would expect an irate vampire of Spike’s character to explode at this opportunity to escape and reap vengeance upon his captor. He did not. He eyeballed the woman with a contemptuous British sneer and exited his prison with the air and grace of a king among peasants.

“Come. Follow.” She ordered and turned her back to him, leading the way.

“You’ve a lotta nerve.” Spike later announced as the woman had him stripped naked and scrubbed from head to toe. His every nook and cranny was seen to and cleaned thoroughly from behind and inside his ears, to between toes and under nails. Even his fangs received a minty fresh cleansing.

“Oh? How so?” she humored him as she began to trim his hair and re-bleach it for good measure.

“You fibbed to that woman, Joyce.” Spike answered as he tilted his head forward so as not to run the risk of having any of his roots become the wrong shade due to her failure to reach them. “There will be nothing stopping me from ripping into her precious Buffy and using her throat as my bloody chalice.” He smirked.

“I didn’t lie, Spike.” She corrected him. “I work in retail, there’s a difference. I chose my words very carefully, as I do with all my sales.” The woman proceeded to check and trim his nails as needed whilst waiting for his hair to finish. She caught his questioning glance and decided to elaborate. She always seemed to do that with this particular subject. ‘He’s special that way.’

“You see Spike, I made sure to say the proper things like ‘practically immortal’. For no claim or ritual of my knowledge will ever grant the girl true immortality.” She said. “Well at least not one Mrs. Summers’ could possibly afford.”

All expression slid off of Spike’s handsome face as she finished and rinsed the cream from his head. With a last bit of styling she led him into the chamber where the ritual was to take place. The shopkeeper noticed and nodded at him. “That’s correct Spike. I also said the ritual we are about to perform was ‘like a claim’. Not that it is one. So no you will not be able to as you put it ‘drink from her throat like a bloody chalice’. Instead you will be exactly what they are buying you for. This is a pet store after all, Spike.”

Spike growled, cursing the circumstances that had brought him here, powerless before the business woman before him. He stood stock still as she buckled his new collar about his neck. It was at least fitting to his persona, all black leather with silver spikes and a silver diamond shaped tag dangling from the center. Engraved on the front of the tag was his name “Spike” and the reversed stated he was the property of Joyce and Buffy Summers. ‘I’m just a big fluffy puppy with... bad teeth!’

She recalled those circumstances with gentle amusement, as she did all things in regards to Spike. When Spike had been brought to her store he had been both vicious and indignant. Not so different now really if one thought about it, but he hadn’t been alone then. He had been with his Sire and Lover, Drusilla, protecting her as if she were his mate, with an air of quiet desperation. It was all on her behalf though, not his own. Perhaps that is what had originally caught her eye? Normally vampires captured as he had been were sold off to government facilities for testing and experimentation. There were so many that the profits were reasonably decent. Spike however, announced to her face that sad afternoon that he would play ball, for a price.

Imagine? A captive offering to make a deal, when whether he behaved or not was not an issue or an encumbrance for one such as her, was almost laughable. It was unheard of and yet she still chose to listen to what he had to say, and then comply. He agreed to be a commodity if his sickly, and soon to be euthanized, beloved was cured then released.

So she did.

She cured Drusilla’s weak and diseased body, the same body which she later learned was the reason the two had been captured to begin with. Spike had been searching for her cure, when they were set upon and unable to escape. Hale and hearty, Drusilla turned from dying stray into potential customer. The shopkeeper sold Drusilla a demon that the vampiress confessed to wanting above all things. It was not to be her darling dark undead prince, however, but an elderly chaos demon that had been sliming up the place. Drusilla made her purchase then left. The shopkeeper had been happy with the sale, but poor Spike was devastated. He had been abandoned by his sire, and lover of over a hundred years, for an old, antlered, slime dripping, discount demon companion.

Spike then sat in his pen for a number of years, moping in despair, until a buyer had at long last appeared. ‘Twas kismet’ she thought, as she used a long needle to remove a considerable amount of blood from his person. “Best get in the ritual waters now Spike. They should be here shortly.” She directed, pointing to the pool in the ground. It was like a small in-ground Jacuzzi where instead of jet propelled hot water, the liquid within bubbled and sparkled with magic and light.

“I’m counting on you to seduce the girl, not frighten her with a premature viewing of your assets. And remember to use all the charm at your disposal. We require this ritual to actually take place after all.”

“I know what to do, damn it!” Spike snarled as he slid into the cool, waste deep, pool. “She’ll be piddling her knickers with just a look, you’ll see.” He declared. “Jus’ so we’re clear though. I’ll still get my ring yeah?”

“Yes Spike.” She told him as she made her way to the store to greet her guests. “After the ritual is done, and the wedding papers are complete, you’ll get your ring.”

*

Buffy was on cloud nine. First she had the best make up with her mommy that she had only ever dreamed about. Then they went and spent a wonderful day at the spa together. They’d been pampered and cleansed from top to bottom. Had a healthy refreshing lunch, and stopped at the salon for a Style, Mani & Pedi. Afterwards her mom had bought her the most beautiful white dress. It was linen soft and had a Grecian toga cut. But the best part of all? It had matching strappy sandals! Dolled up and feeling like a bride on her wedding day, they were now on their way to pick up ‘Buffy’s Special Present!’

‘Which is apparently at a pet store.’ she mused. “Am I getting a puppy?” Buffy asked out loud, somewhat recalling her mother saying something about a surprise that would help her with slaying. ‘A slayer puppy maybe? Do they even make those?’

Buffy kept curious as they entered the shop and a shop girl greeted her mother warmly. Wondering what was going on, she followed the women into the back of the store. After that Buffy couldn’t seem to concentrate on breathing properly let alone what her mother and the strange woman were up to.

‘WOW!’ and ‘Yum…’ were at the forefront of Buffy’s mind as she gaped at the possibly naked but definitely topless uber-hottie in the center of the room. She felt certain that her brain may have mentioned something along the lines of ‘Whatever you do, don’t do something stupid’ but she couldn’t for the life of her be sure.

He had the most hypnotic blue eyes she’d ever seen, once she managed to drag her hungry gaze up off his killer abs. Eyes that could stare into her very soul, but seemed content to just go as far as under her clothes, and skim temptingly along her bare skin. He gave her a saucy wink that turned her into Buffy-shaped lust gelatin. ‘Is he naked under all that water?’ she mused again, giving him a friendly little wave and idiot grin. Her mother had to physically force her gaze away from the naughty young man in order to gain her attention.

“Buffy sweet heart, that nice young man other there, no don’t look honey I’m talking to you, is the reason we’re here.” Joyce began. “You see I’ve made all the arrangements so what we’re going to do is a little ritual and you’re going to marry that boy there. Then he can keep you safe and happy and help you with being a Slayer! It’s all for you, baby.”

Buffy’s signature pout turned into wary dismay as her mother explained why they were there. The fifteen year old could get her mother’s urge to help, but marriage? ‘Not to mention rituals are no not of the good!’ she grimaced, ‘and in a pet shop of all places! At least it wasn’t the Malt Stop!’ She was about to declare the whole thing impossible when it happened.

He stretched.

Now it wasn’t just him moving that caught her attention and made all her burgeoning protests fizzle away like day old soda pop. It was the way he moved. Both alabaster arms rising from the water in perfect unison, like wave dancers, to rest behind his neon white hair. It was shortly followed by a feline-like bend in his back, which caused his dew speckled chest to rise and his six pack to be more pronounced. Seeing he had her full attention, he concluded his actions by placing his tongue behind his upper teeth and gifted her with a slight head tilt and raised eyebrow.

Buffy’s knees knocked together with such force that they were probably the only part of her lower limbs that could support her trembling body. ‘Oh God! Was that an orgasm! Did I just ... from only that? Oh…’ Her brain stuttered as she was lead closer to the object of her soaking undergarments. There was actually a small puddle of drool pooling in the corner of her partially opened mouth.

“Come Buffy; let us introduce you to Spike.”

‘Spike? Isn’t that a dog’s name?’ Buffy mused, as the two women practically carried her over to the water’s edge. ‘Oh! Does that mean we can take him home? Please please please please puh-lease!’ her teenage libido cried.

“Buffy, sweetheart, this is Spike. Spike this is my daughter Buffy.”

“Hello cutie.”

“Hi, I’m Buffy!” she answered, or at least tried to answer. Buffy was sure she may have squealed something a little more hyper and garbled, but he smiled at her and she forgot. “Hi.” She tried again, unable to restrain a giddy school girl giggle. ‘Note to self: Stop saying hello. He’ll think you’re some kind of spazz.’

“Coming in love?” he asked, sending a small splash her way. “Water’s fine.”

‘That’s not the only thing.’

Buffy wished she could have replied with something sophisticated, intelligent, sexy, cool. Something with words even. But she opened her mouth and a bubble-headed laugh emerged instead.

With nary a glance sent her way, Joyce began undressing her only child, starting with her new strappy shoes. ‘It had to be done’ she told herself. And as embarrassing as the night would end up being, at least she could hold onto the comfort that while being a witness she’d be assured that her daughter would be treated with respect and kindness during her de-flowering.

Buffy’s gaze was devoured by Spike’s azure depths. She never noticed the shop girl taking a syringe to her arm and withdrawing a health amount of her blood. Buffy barely registered being lowered into the sparkling pool with Spike, and only slightly became aware that she was completely nude. “Hi.” She said yet again as they were now more or less level. Then Spike grinned at her causing her to almost drown in front of him like a complete dork. She was saved from her fate as he graciously wrapped one well muscled arm around her, keeping her close up against his body.

‘He is so totally naked.’ Buffy’s brain squealed. Her ignorant skin quivered against his cold hard chest with both fear and delight. Her hands couldn’t help but splay themselves across his sculpted Pecs, reveling in the feel of her marble Adonis. She nervously nibbled her bottom lip, gasping as his eyes hungrily feasted themselves upon her plumping bruised flesh. Her heart pounded madly in her chest and her breaths turned into quick pants as she eagerly anticipated the moment when he would finally kiss her.

Their moment was shattered as the shopkeeper snapped her fingers in their faces.

The couple turned, a mix of embarrassment and irritation on their faces, to see what the hell it was she wanted.

“Ah thank you.” She said having acquired their attention at long last. “Now we can begin the ritual. First, Spike will begin by drinking half of the contents within this chalice,” She announced holding a sparsely decorated wooden cup in her hands. “After which he will say the following: ‘In the name of the power that resides within me, by the life that courses in your blood, I claim thee as mine own, according to the free will of all’. Then you will have to reply: ‘Yes. Forever. Always.’ And Spike will conclude with ‘so mote it be’. Then you switch. All clear?”

She handed the cup over to Spike and he gripped it in his free hand. Hesitating slightly he gulped down his share before meeting Buffy’s eyes once more.

“Buffy.” He began, his dreamy English accent tripping erotically across her senses. “I choose, In the name of the power that resides within me. By the life that courses within your blood. I claim thee as mine own, according to the free will of all.”

“Yes… forever… always…” Buffy breathed in reply, unconsciously fulfilling her part. ‘He could make the dictionary sound like poetry.’ She thought nearly swooning.

“So mote it be.”

Buffy was then passed the chalice, as it was now up to her to complete the rest of the ritual. Peeking inside, the concoction was an icky brownish red colour, nearly black, and had bits of herbs and what looked like glitter floating in it. It smelt disturbingly yucky, but if He drank it She wasn’t about to back down like some kind of loser. Pinching her nose, Buffy raised the drink to her lips and swallowed as fast and as lady-like as she could manage.

It tasted much worse than it looked or smelled. It was like old pennies and something minty, like mentos or tic tacs scavenged up from the bottom of her purse. Then the texture was a combination of oil and pudding and something gritty like used coffee grounds. Buffy refused to gag. She would not, could not, spew on the bleached babe. She was the slayer; she could handle gross disgusting monsters and demons, so she could handle gross disgusting drinks. She just prayed there had not been any raw eggs in it, because that would seriously mess up her stomach.

‘Just don’t think about it Buffy! Chug!’

“Blech.” She muttered, handing the empty vessel back. Almost immediately her insides began to warm and tingle. The feelings spread through her body as if her skin had been asleep and was now beginning to awaken. Gazing at the peroxide blonde before her in wonder, she realized she had yet to recite her lines. Returning his perked brow with a sheepish girly grin she began. “I choose you. In the name of the power that rides in me.”

“Resides.” The shopkeeper corrected.

“Yeah, resides within me. By… the life of the blood... No by the life that...courses in your blood! I claim thee as mine, according to the free will of all!” Buffy concluded with a small smirk of triumph.

Laughter danced in Spikes eyes and he couldn’t help but bark “Yeah, forever, always,” In amusement.

“So… note it be!”

“Mote it be.”

“What she said.”

“No, Buffy you have to say it.”

“Right, so mote it be then.”

‘Finally!’ the shopkeeper’s eyes declared, rolling dramatically. Buffy never noticed, nor seemed the least bit interested. She was feeling much too hot, and Spike felt ever so wonderfully cool. She wanted him. She wanted him desperately. Every fiber of her being actually burned for the man in front of her, and she was certain he must be yearning for her as well. She could see the untamed desires flicker like gold in his deep blue eyes.

The shopkeeper gestured quickly to her mother and they brought forth a small book, some papers, and a small velvet bag. The woman handed her mother a blue bic pen and the papers then opened the book. Lastly she upended the bag, releasing 2 rings onto the open page. “Let us begin.”

Authority spilled forth from her lips, commanding Buffy to pay attention, despite how her body writhed like a cat in heat against Spike’s own. “We are gathered at this pace to witness the formal joining of this male to this female, according to the order and customs prevailing, under the authority given and provided by the state of California, yadda yadda yadda.”

“Do you take Elizabeth Anne Summers to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” Spike said.

“Do you Joyce Eloise Summers consent to their union?”

“I do.” Joyce confirmed, signing the documents provided which already sported Spike’s signatures.

“Then by the authority vested in me by the Powers That Be, the state of California, Lilith and Lamia queens and mothers of the damned and demons in general, and lastly, those guys on the internet, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Rings.”

Buffy watched with glazing eyes as her mother took one of the rings and slipped it onto her left hand. The same was being done for Spike, though she noticed his ring had a large green stone in it center, the colour of burnt jade.

“You may complete both ceremonies by ravishing your bride.” The woman decreed as she and Joyce hurriedly stepped back.

It started with a kiss.

Their first kiss was sweet and innocent. Delicate like a butterfly’s wing, brushing her lips tenderly. Testing her, teasing her, searing her with subtle gentility. Buffy felt hotter than ever, with this one simple kiss. Her blood boiled beneath her skin, and begged for relief. The water surrounding them splashed like a miniature monsoon, but it did nothing to quell the rise in temperature. Not like his lips. Not like his hands, oh his glorious hands. Everywhere they traveled they soothed and taunted. His manly chest was pressed so close to her breasts he could burrow directly into her bones. Her body trembled with feverish desire when at long last he claimed her over sensitized lips like a starved man devours ripe fruit. His tongue twisted and danced erotically with hers; their mouths swallowing every gasp, whimper, and moan that escaped their throats.

But it was not enough, not nearly enough, because she wanted more and more and more.

Spike grabbed her thighs and spread her legs wide, anchoring her knees at his waist. He slowly, gently, leaned her back against the pool’s edge, keeping one arm constantly secured around her. His fingers trailed mischievously down her stomach only to complete their travels at the apex of her femininity. There he played masterfully with her sensitive pearl until she screeched with pure pleasure.

Buffy was never so innocent not to have touched herself before. However she conceded that her own brand of self gratification paled considerably compared to the orgasms that erupted at Spike’s touch. She forgot about her mother and the stranger in the room, as all the existed was she, and Spike, and the dizzy stars she was now intimately acquainted with.

Then came the pain.

She never saw how ‘big’ he was, as Buffy was too shy to actually peek at the ‘man meat’ poking insistently at her. But whatever size he was, he was too big. His head bumped eagerly at her opening and as wet and she was it was no good. Her juices spilled out of her like an up-ended paint can, and the waters seemed to help pry her nether lips open instead of impede his progression, yet he still could not enter. He tried anyway. With each agonizingly slow push, her poor in-experienced body pushed back. Buffy wanted nothing more than to have him, have sex with Spike right here and right now. She wanted him to pound into her horny teenage body like a jack-hammer. To have him take her virginity, and to never stop taking her for as long as they both lived. Her privates yearned to feel that hard, cold part of Spike buried deep within them, but muscles continued to contract and push, and try to force him away. Her legs shook and cramped and made a part of her long to close them tight and curl up until the pain went away. Every millimeter he gained burned and ripped as he forced his cold hard steel shaft inside her. Impaling her tight tender flesh and tearing it open, making her bleed. It was agony, pure undiluted agony. Tears ran down her cheeks like twin waterfalls and she wanted to push him far away as she clung desperately to him, her manicure cutting crescent moons into his back and neck.

When he moved her limbs felt weak, but once he thrust into her wounded depths her mouth opened wide in silent exclamation. It got better. It got so much better. First pain, then a sort of rubbing comfort like one does after having bumped an elbow against a corner. Like magic his cold, hard, unyielding steel melted into polished, malleable plastic. Hard, yes. Cold, yes. But good, oh how good it felt. In and out. Over and over. Rubbing and caressing tender nerves into smooth silk. Again and again and oh harder, faster, yes, like that! There! Yes! AH!

“Spike!”

Stars didn’t come close this time. It was the sun, bright and brilliant and blinding. Buffy closed her eyes and lightly thumped her head against her lover’s chest. She sighed and she heard his sweet nothings caress her hair, like his hands caressed her back. She felt content and loved and absolutely fabulous. No health class could have prepared her for this exhausting moment of contented bliss. Spike was… wow. He was perfect, he was everything she… he didn’t have a heartbeat.

‘Somebody has some serious explaining to do!’





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