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Author's Chapter Notes:
Many thanks to Science for betaing this chapter.

This is based mostly on a challenge made by MaryPerk
http://www.sinful-dreams.com/wicked/temptation/viewstory.php?sid=106&chapter=15

Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Spike.

1985

It was late one night when The Master called Darla, his most faithful and favored childe. The Master had been killing potential Slayers due to the prophecy about one of them causing his death within the next twelve years. Heinrich had obtained a list of potential Slayers from the Watchers Council and had done away with those girls already. He was a smart demon and not willing to leave anything to chance Heinrich called upon his old friend Cyrus Vail, a powerful warlock. Cyrus had been searching the globe for any Slayers the council might have missed.

Already Cyrus had tracked down five others in Boston, Cleveland, Los Angeles, Germany, and Argentina. Heinrich already had people moving in on all the potential Slayers but one. Cyrus had told him that the one in Los Angeles was special. He had felt her power, and he believed she would be the one Chosen. Heinrich had special plans for the girl and wanted his orders carried out to the letter. No, he couldn't risk this task on anyone but his beloved Darla.

The underground tunnels where his throne sat had been dark and murky as the sunset. He knew his Darla would be coming to him soon. She never kept her Sire waiting very long. He had ordered her to take that seer childe of Angelus' with her. Heinrich wanted to know if the insane vampiress had seen anything about his death. He waited for her, sitting on his throne with his most loyal servants on either side of him.

Darla had been hunting in nearby Sunnydale when she heard her Sire call to her, ordering the vampiress and her Grand-Childe Drusilla back to him. They entered Los Angeles during a wicked storm, but Darla was determined to get to her Sire. The wind whipped around them as large raindrops began to fall. Drusilla whined, used to being pampered by her dark knight, her Spike.

"Dru, we have to keep moving. It's going to be daylight soon." She had dragged Drusilla through half of Los Angeles-only a few more blocks to go. They could make it if Drusilla stopped trying to count the stars or whatever she was doing.

"Coming, grandmother," Drusilla sang.

"Stop calling me that!"

They quickly sought the shelter from the tunnels. A short time later Darla was kneeling in front of her Sire, pledging her allegiance only to him. Heinrich had spent too much time with the insane vampiress, Drusilla, and finally asked Darla to try to get answers from her. Drusilla, to Heinrich's surprise, agreed with Cyrus that the girl in Los Angeles, Elizabeth Summers, was the one who would be Chosen. She would be called at the time the prophecy foretold he would be struck down into dust.

Heinrich sent Darla out alone to snatch the girl and bring her back to him. He had special plans for this potential Slayer; she would be given as a gift. What a glorious gift the girl would make for the Emperor of Bymasa. She would be part of the bounty that Heinrich would be giving in exchange for certain powers. Powers that would allow him to ascend to a higher plain instantaneously.

It was a warm California evening. Darla had been watching the Summers house for almost a week, waiting for just the right time to snatch the girl. She had heard that the girl's father was going out of town on business and would be leaving early the next morning. Darla planned on taking the girl tomorrow night after the mother drank herself into a stupor, as she had done every other night.

Her plan went off without a hitch. Darla was well on her way to Heinrich with the small blond girl before her mother discovered her missing. By the time the police had been called the girl was safely tucked away in a safe house as Heinrich gathered the rest of his gifts for the Emperor.

Darla watched little Elizabeth who slept with her thumb in her mouth, the sweet line of her little four year old body visible through the thin cotton nightgown she had been wearing when Darla snatched her. Even barely out of babyhood, she seemed much older. She was an inquisitive child with a quick mind. Heinrich had been right in choosing this child to give to the Emperor. She would grow to be an extraordinary beauty with her unique coloring and bright green eyes. Her hair was the color of sunshine, even gleaming in the darkness of the windowless house.

It wouldn't be long before this girl along with a host of other gifts would be presented to the old demon ruler of Bymasa. Darla thought that she might miss the girl. She had come to like the outspoken child, but Drusilla couldn't wait to send the girl away. The seer saw what Darla could not-that someday this innocent child would bring sunshine into her dark knight.

Heinrich had Darla start to prepare the girl to go to her new master. Darla had gone to a special Middle Eastern shop to find the type of clothing that he wanted the girl to wear for her presentation. She purchased the child a deep violet lace and velvet skirt with a slit up to the hip, matching lace pantaloons and a velvet embroidered choli top.

"I don't want to live in another dimension! I want to live here forever."

Darla smiled down at the small child. "The world is hard, little one. You're going to leave here soon, and then that will be your home."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Darla, why do you fill her head with dreams of a happy ending? She is going to be mated to the meanest, nastiest, slimiest demon in Bymasa. He'll kill the little thing trying to bed her."

"I will not! I'll never let him in bed with me!"

"That's enough! Drusilla, leave now." Darla ruffled Elizabeth's hair and then went out to finalize the details of the cross dimension travel. It was harder than Darla realized to prepare all of the gifts Heinrich had gathered. He had a multitude of caged demons, skins from Pylians, and the cream of the crop-a Potential Slayer. Cyrus was going to be there at any moment to perform the spell to take them to Bymasa.

The caged demons went first in the progression down the long entry to the palace throne room. Then the skins were carried in and lastly, the girl inside the litter. A minion opened the door and Darla helped the child down. She walked the girl over to her new master, placing the girl's small hand in his large claw.

"A gift for the Emperor from your faithful servant Heinrich." Darla curtsied keeping her eyes down as she had been instructed and then backed away.

XXX

1997

Elizabeth was sent to small demon convent outside the main city. It was a small town, but it was now rich due to presence of one small human girl. Most came hoping to get a look at the human-a potential Slayer, no less.

She was now sixteen and could be bedded by the Emperor. He, however, was 372 and had a harem full of trained females, both demon and human. The one small virgin far away from his palace had only been a political necessity, after all; he had no interest in her. So she remained forgotten.

If he had seen her, he couldn't have ignored Elizabeth. She was a petite girl with long, shapely legs, and a gorgeous, heart-shaped face. Her skin was golden from spending her time enjoying the outdoors. Her long golden hair with flaxen highlights hung down to just above her rounded buttocks.

She lived within the convent grounds, in her own small house. It was a lonely existence but lacked for nothing. She was fed well, guarded, and taught, but she wasn't allowed outside the convent walls.

The summer had been hot and sticky. The nuns had given her the afternoon off from her studies. Elizabeth wandered further out in the garden then she had intended. A gentle breeze brought a most delicious smell to her nostrils. She hadn't ever been allowed near the convent's far wall, but she was a curious girl, and now not only the smell but the sounds of a crowd pulled her toward the forbidden wall.

As she moved closer the sounds from the other side of the forbidden wall got louder. She spotted a root that had grown over from the street side and hiked up her dress and climbed to the top.

She couldn't help but giggle. This was as free as she had been since she was taken from her dimension. She walked carefully along the wall watching the people below. The wall was old and had started to crumble in several places.

Elizabeth was so enamored with the happenings below that she stepped on some loose pieces and stumbled. She fell, but surprisingly she didn't hit the ground. Instead she found herself cradled in strong arms.

He was in no hurry to release the girl in his arms. Blazing blue eyes racked her over thoroughly, admiring her.

"And you are a naughty nun?" he asked.

"No, I'm not a nun of any kind. Now put me down!"

"Can't do that, not until I know your name, cutie. You're human so not native to this land, are you?"

She had never been this close to a man. Strangely, she found it pleasant. His chest was hard and cool; he smelled of liquor, leather and smoke.

"Cat got your tongue?"

She only blushed and bit down on her bottom lip. "I'm a student at the convent. Can you please help me back over the wall? I don't want to get in any trouble."

He quickly leapt over the wall and placed her down in the garden. "There, now you won't get in any trouble, kitten."

"H-how did you do that? Jump like that? I had to climb the wall."

"Demon, pet. I've lots of powers that humans don' would've broken your neck if I hadn't happened by. What were you doing climbing on the wall?"

She shrugged. "I heard voices and wanted to see what it was like outside the walls. I haven't been outside of the convent in twelve years."

"Ah, I see, trying to break out, are you?" he asked. "What's your name? I'm Spike."

"No, not breaking out. I cannot leave without my Master's permission. My name is Elizabeth."

"Sounds too stuffy for you, pet."

"I remember someone calling me Buffy. A long time ago before the lady gave me to my Master."

"Ah, well, then Buffy it is, then."

She blushed and then gasped in surprise when he kissed her. Her hand flew over her mouth. "Oh my god, you did not just do that! Don't do it again! I will not be kissed by anyone but my Master."

"I'll wager that was your first kiss, now wasn't it, Buffy?" he asked. She blushed, turning away from him, but he stopped her. "Tomorrow night, come to this spot. I'll wait for you. You know you want to see me again."

"I don't know if I can get away. It was hard enough to get away today."

"Are you scared of me?"

"Not of you."

"Prove it and be here tomorrow." He pulled her to him, kissing her slowly with gentle but controlled passion. She didn't think anything was as sweet as the kisses had been. He pulled away and quickly jumped to the other side of the fence.

She ran to her small house and then, escaping the servants, into her bedroom. She threw herself onto her bed. Her fingers glided over her lips feeling the change in them. Just this morning they had never been kissed, and now she had her first kiss. She was intrigued and yet frightened by the feelings his kiss gave her.

Spike had been right-she had never been kissed. In fact, all that Buffy knew about what happened between a male and female had been from sneaking books away servants. She had spent all but four years of her young life hidden behind convent walls. She was a complete innocent in all matters between a man and a woman.

She couldn't help but think about the handsome stranger who had caught her. He had saved her from hurting herself with the fall and possibly from getting beaten by the nuns for disobeying. She couldn't go back tomorrow night. She couldn't see him again, and she must stay off the wall. Elizabeth didn't want him to get in trouble with the nuns or, god forbid, her Master. She would go as planned but would stay on her side of the wall and demand that he leave. After all she belonged to her Master, the Emperor, and shouldn't allow this kind of nonsense.

The next day seemed to drag for Elizabeth. It had been another warm afternoon when she was called to the baths by her nanny, Delia. She bathed in cool scented water, then slipped a short lavender dress over the golden hair that was falling freely down her back.

She waited for those few minutes while the servants changed shifts so she could slip out. It was a quiet night as Buffy snuck out her window dropping quickly down to the ground and scampering away. She quietly made her way through the garden.

"You came!"

"W-what are you doing on my side of the wall?"

"Thought I was meeting you here?"

"I came only to tell you that you must stay away," she said, her heart beating wildly.

"Hum, I see. I thought that you would come to see me again maybe for another kiss," he said, mischievously. "You're blushing."

"How do you know?"

"Demon, remember I can see much better in the dark then you. Come 'ere, kitten. I've found us a spot," he said, taking her hand and gently pulling her along. He walked them over to a large tree in the corner of the garden. With the wall on two sides and the tree for cover, it was very private.

"I don't think that I should be doing this. I'm sure it would upset my Master," she said, trembling. "I was just curious, haven't seen a male in a long time. You're like a human, right?"

"Yes, akin to human. I'm a vampire. Would you like to see?"

"Are you sure we can't be seen?"

"I have enhanced hearing as well as vision. There isn't anyone close to us now, no worries."

Elizabeth nodded her head and stood back to watch his features change. She heard the bones move in his face, and his large teeth descended from that beautiful mouth of his. She shakily put her hand out toward his face, wanting to touch him and feel the changes take place. Losing her nerve, she pulled her hand back.

"It's hot tonight," she said, quickly turning back toward the center of the garden. He took her hand in his and pulled her down to sit under the large tree.

She suddenly burst into tears. Surprised, he put his arm around her.

"What's wrong, kitten?"

"I don't know, it's just that seeing you brought back memories of my old life. The one I had before I was just a thing to be traded back and forth by demons," she sobbed.

He held her gently against his chest, his shirt quickly drenched with her tears. "Now it can't be that bad. Do you hold what a few have done against all demons?"

"I don't know."

"Tell me, why did you come?"

"Just wanted to tell you not to come here again!"

He laughed. "No, you came because you are as curious about me as I am about you, Slayer."

"You know what I am?" she gasped.

"Yes, I do know. I am the slayer of Slayers. I wanted to know what a captive slayer would be like."

"So you knew who I was from the beginning?"

"No, not at first, but shortly after-once I knew that you were human. I have heard that the Emperor owned a Slayer," he answered.

"So you kill my kind?" she asked.

"Yes, but you, kitten, are safe from me."

He pulled her to him so tightly she could barely breathe. Her heart was pounding wildly when his lips met hers. She tried to turn away, but one of his hands had woven itself in her golden hair. His mouth was cool and firm and yet surprisingly tender. His kiss felt both frightening and pleasurable at the same time. He had worn away her resistance, and she relaxed into his kiss.

Elizabeth felt strange as her breasts grew tight and her nipples ached. His lips glided down her throat, nibbling and kissing as he found her pulsating point. She lay bonelessly against him, lost in the fabulous sensations he was creating in her.

"Why are doing this to me?"

"I take what I want, and I want you." His lips found hers once again, licking and caressing her with his mouth. His hands moved over her face as if he wanted to study it. He dropped kisses on her checks, eyes, nose, forehead and her pointed little chin.

"You want me?" Her pulse raced and her eyes closed as she reveled in the sensations that he had caused. He could smell her pleasure but dared to only go so far with the Emperors property.

"I loved you the minute you fell into my arms, pet. One look in your eyes and I was lost," he said. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?"

"No!" Elizabeth didn't know what she had been thinking. To sneak out of the house to meet with this demon/man... She tried to pull away from him. Just as she pushed him his lips came crashing down on hers, his tongue ran over her closed lips urging them to open. She felt her lips part and his cool tongue thrust inside her sweltering mouth. His tongue caressed hers until she started to tremble with desire from the intensity.

He released her from the kiss, allowing her to breathe. He rested his forehead rested upon hers and looked into her lust filled eyes tenderly. His eyes glanced lower, watching as her breasts rose and fell with her breath, her nipples clearly showing through the thin dress she wore.

He pulled her down and into his lap. She opened her eyes slowly and looked up at him. She ached. Parts of her that she had never known to hurt begged to be touched. Her entire body ached with desire, but in her innocence Elizabeth didn't know what to make of the feeling.

"I-I must go. My nanny will find me missing and I will get in trouble," she said. Elizabeth stood up and prepared to walk away from him. Her traitorous body wanted to stay, longing for more kissing.

"Meet me here tomorrow night."

Sleep didn't come to her that night; she lay in bed remembering the sweet taste of his lips. The memory of his kisses made her giddy, even if they had been very, very wrong. He was so handsome with his piercing blue eyes, high cheek bones, and those lips. She wanted to know what else he could make her feel with his talented lips. The next morning Elizabeth woke extremely irritable. She couldn't concentrate on her lessons. She was close to tears when the nuns finally called in Delia, her nanny.

The older woman knew what was wrong with her young charge and she ordered a warm bath readied. After she had been bathed in the warm water and massaged by Delia's gentle hands, she was sent to her bed. Delia sent to the cook and ordered a cup of warm tea for her mistress and then stirred in a mild sleeping potion to lull the girl to sleep.

She slept until dusk, but there was no chance for her to leave the house tonight. Delia had stayed with her while she had been sleeping. She was concerned that the girl could be getting one of those human illnesses she had as a child.


Chapter End Notes:
I have all the chapters written. I just need to make a few changes and send them off to be beta'ed.

Hope to post the next chapter within a few days.



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