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“What the hell?”

Buffy hadn’t moved even an inch from the spot where Spike had practically molested her. Well, molested in the sense that she totally gave in to it. She suddenly shook in disgust, completely ignoring the fact that her body was all tight and itchy, and God, was it hot in here? Disgusting vamp, with the wandering hands, and the…tasty …yummy lips. No, no yummy, no tasty, bad Buffy!

That was so not what she’d been expecting when Spike had come crashing through the window earlier. And if that’s how all his threats of “I’m going to kill you” go down, then he’d better stop with the whole evil vampire thing, cause confused much? He wasn’t fooling anyone. And just maybe Giles had looked up the wrong William the Bloody, and Angel for once didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. Cause that vampire? That was not an effort to slay a Slayer. At least, not an effort she was familiar with.

Angel had said that once Spike started something, he didn’t stop till he’d finished. Buffy felt her eyes widen almost painfully. What did that mean exactly? He’d started out trying to kill her, only to end up trying to seduce her. Okay, trying with a tiny bit of success. But that left her wondering what it was he wouldn’t stop till he’d finished. Killing her? Or having her in a more ‘get your clothes off and let me ravish you with my talented tongue’ way. Did she get to choose? And what was with those tingles that kept jerking down her spine?

Footsteps alerted her to a possible vamp around the corner… or a slightly bruised and power freaked Xander, if she’d like to look before making big with the assumptions. His frantic looks toward the library doors reminded her of the situation that was about ten minutes ago, and finally she convinced movement to flow to her feet. She felt kind of oogy, what with the inside of one thigh flashing heat straight to her inner panty line. Kinda lopsided bliss. Of the ‘raw, lusty, bad evil vampire got me all turned on then left before really touching anything but her mouth’ kind of bliss.

Xander flung open the library door and she banished her confused demon-wanting hormones back to somewhere a hell of a lot more appropriate when her mother’s life and sanity were at risk.

The first thing she saw was Giles frantically cleaning his glasses. The pace he had set was so rough and fast she almost giggled at the fully expected snap as they broke in half. He looked at them in complete shock before placing them on the table, patting the smooth wood beside while he seemed to search for courage. When he finally raised his eyes and sought out Buffy’s she knew that he must have seen something. Flushing red, she didn’t think he had seen too much because of the angle of the library window and the place she had occupied further down the same wall. Maybe he heard stuff.

“Buffy,” he paused, considering what words were best for him to use without the benefit of having glasses to distract himself with. “Did I hear Spike tell you he was going to kill the Annointed One for you?”

Ahh, she thought. He was going to go with the less inflammatory comments. Relief flooded through her at the not having to get into explanations with Xander about why she had been kissing another vampire that wasn’t Angel. And her mouth went dry. Oh crap! She’d been kissing another vamp whose hair so was not brown.

“Yup,” she answered, upbeat and full of teenage and Slayer adrenaline. She was feeling kind of eager to go home and consider what the hell just happened here tonight. Until the memory of her mother’s face after her illuminating talk with Snyder put a pout straight back on her lips. It got poutier when she added in the wounded, brooding expression of Angel’s face when he found out. Well, if he did. And he wasn’t gonna. No siree, Bob. Nothing to know, really.

“What do you think he was playing at, Buffy?”

Her attention snapped back to her watcher, torn away from the reliving of those smooth fingertips wandering lightly over her ass and his tongue making her body feel like it was struck by lightning. Yet, with that hair, maybe she had been. That these wierdo feelings were erupting within her because of a freakazoid with famine cheekbones and the name Spike did nothing to put an end to her sudden pantiness. The look on Giles’s face squashed her desire to giggle or swoon, though, and she put on her serious look.

“Not sure he was playing.”

He raised his eyebrows and she felt her cheeks flame with embarrassment.

“Did you get the impression he was genuine in his offer? What am I saying? He’s a vampire. As if he would actually go through with something he says he will. It must be a trick.” Giles hadn’t finished shaking his head with dashed hope when Angel flounced through the door and offered his two cents.

“That’s not Spike. If he says he’ll do something for you, you can guarantee it will get done. I just don’t understand what his motives could be.”

Buffy felt her cheeks turn fire engine red and wondered if she could pull an emergency alarm before the questions started coming.

Xander watched the interaction and felt his eyes settle on the supposedly souled vampire and felt fury burn a hole in his gut.

“You,” he raged before marching over and punching Angel in the cheek. “Ow,” he bounced around the floor as Angel continued to not even sway.

“I’m sorry,” Angel oozed. “Did you just tap me, boy?”

Three sets of eyes flew to him in astonishment, waiting for the harsh, almost evil inflection in his voice to disappear.

“Sorry,” Angel shrugged almost helplessly. “Must be seeing Spike again. Brings back a rush of family mem…” he tapered off when he took in the almost matching looks of horror fixed upon him. “Right,” he almost shouted. “Time to go,” and he was gone in his usual mysterious fashion.

“That was disturbing,” Xander offered, and Buffy was inclined to agree. But thoughts of her current vampire beau were suddenly eclipsed by other vampire experiences of the day.

Xander hadn’t finished. “And what was with the offering of my neck to the big evil vampire with even bigger and sharper teeth? Do I look like the kinda guy who runs around screaming ‘pick me…I wanna be vampire bait’? Cause I wanna clarify right here and now…Xander neck is no rack of lamb for any vampire. Right, Buff?”

“Right, Xan,” she nodded devotedly, trying to keep her snickers to herself till he had left the building.

“And that tone of voice…disturbing I tell you. With a heaping side dish of…well, more disturbing. With a splash of mash…cause I’m hungry. Aren’t you disturbed, Buffster?”

“I really, truly am. Gotta go find my mom, though. Will you guys be good here?” She saw the rising argument in Giles’s eye, the summoning of more delving questions regarding Buffy’s little vampire interlude with Spike, and she rushed out the door. Completely comfortable that she was leaving vampire bait and a Watcher with broken glasses defenseless in the library. She didn’t feel any more vamp tinglies, though, so was sure the building was now demon free. Thanks to the round-up of Spike.

She stopped still in her tracks, the thought of that kiss draining the blood from her limbs as it flooded to her face. She could feel the fire as it began to erupt along the skin of her leg again and was just about to immerse herself into a sea of imagery. Right up until she heard her mother call out and saw a crowd of disoriented and terrified parents milling about the front foyer. Thank God for moms and their forceful suggestions of everyone going home.

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Huh! Seemed her superhero kick cut her a little slack for once. She smiled gratefully as she climbed the stairs ten minutes later to her room. Her mother was actually grateful that she’d fought their way out of a very massacre type ending. Not that she really understood about the massacre thing. Her mom had totally bought into the ‘gangs on PCP’ thing Snyder was shovelling. Really, how could she help but be a fan when Buffy prevented the major spillage of blood and innards all over the school floor. Well, she would if she’d seen that, or knew how possible that outcome could have been? This whole secret identity thing sucked.

With a smile of satisfaction she fell backwards on her bed and just stared at the ceiling, the complete stillness a desperate requirement while she considered again the things that made her blood sing and cry for something she hadn’t known was missing. As she closed her eyes, all she could see was the smooth handsome face of her nemesis. Her enemy, with that cocky flirty smile, the glimmer in his eye and that unexplainable look of awe that flashed over his face while he studied hers. Okay, she’d boarded the ‘majorly wigged’ train and could only sigh as it roared out of the station. And truly, she was enjoying the trip, right up to the moment when Angel knocked on the glass of her window and she jumped back to reality with a guilty start.

Rushing over to the window, Buffy raised it and allowed Angel to climb gracefully through. She looked at his face and could feel a rush of longing flood her, but was briefly confused who it was she was longing for. She was just Lusty Buffy, that was it. Cued right in to the naughty things that she so wanted to try but Angel kept preventing. Though how he did that when he was always secretly crawling in her window was one for the surprise box.

“Hey,” she whispered seductively in hope. If she couldn’t get some lovin’ to stop this burn down deep inside her, she didn’t know if Angel would be leaving undusty.

In a move almost frantic she crushed her lips to his, moaning at the coldness that greeted her tongue. His lips didn’t part, though, but instead of being annoyed she set to inspiring them open. Her hands ghosted over his clothed chest, up over his shoulders before moving down his back to leave a subtle squeeze to his butt cheek.

In typical repressive Angel fashion, he grabbed her and held her arms length away.

“You smell like Spike,” he stated bluntly.

‘Well,’ Buffy thought pettily. ‘Don’t hold back on the sniffer, Angel, my love!’

“Well, yeah…he was at the school. You know, all with the fangy and the fighty, and the…the…killing…” she improvised before heaving a big sigh of relief and plastering a huge smile of seduction to her newly glossed lips.

“And why do you taste like him again?”

Her smile vanished as her mind worked frantically for plausible excuses.

“We fell?” She launched, then sped into a flimsy but somehow believable explanation to Angel as to why she had Spike lips. “Yeah, we fell, and he sort of got all mushed up against me for a second…until I so kicked his ass to other side of the school.”

She nodded, satisfied and struggling to keep it simple, to keep her mouth closed against the very desperate urge to begin rambling with innane reasons that would most likely be hurtful to Angel and confusing to herself. She could just tell Angel that Spike kissed her, groped her like the lecherous…sexy…pig that he was and Angel would just go and dust him.

That thought didn’t seem anywhere near as satisfying as having the white-haired vamp’s fingers on her body.

“So, whatcha doing?” Time for the uber distraction, she thought.

“I’ve just been out, wandering, thinking…”

And brooding, Buffy added silently to herself.

She gave him another sudden, almost robot-like sappy smile before suggesting that maybe they should go search out where this Spike guy was hanging his hat while he was in Sunnydale. That apparently greyish hat.

Angel looked pained. “Yeah, I guess I should have thought of that while I was out.”

He missed Buffy’s ‘duh’ eye rolling as he turned to climb back out the window.

They strolled around Sunnydale, holding hands and attacking any demon or vampire they came across until finally their forceful information gathering led them to the factory.

“This is just so totally lame. Don’t you guys go a little for the comfort? Why is it all with the falling down, dark, dingy factories?”

Angel stared at her as if she had just announced that demon snot was a part of her nightly beauty routine.

“You can’t exactly lay low in the posh suburbs, Buffy.”

Her pout was back and he lowered his eyes in apology.

“Yeah. Guess I should have realised that.”

They found a window and, climbing easily to perch just outside the ledge, prepared themselves for what they might be about to witness. A white blond helmet of hair caught Buffy’s eye almost the second she looked through the grimy window and she sucked in a breath as her heart started beating a crazy rhythm. Angel watched her watching the action, and wondered why her pulse had quickened. There was no danger, all the vampires being inside the factory and not outside where they were. Not that many were inside either. Seemed like Spike had managed to thin the numbers quite effectively.

Buffy leaned forward, pressing up against the glass and not at all worried that she could be seen from the inside. The inky blackness of night had her covered, and she just couldn’t help but drool. He’d lost the coat, and although she missed the seduction of all that leather slapping around his legs as he strutted, she suddenly couldn’t control the flood of want as she peaked at his really, really firm butt. NO! Why was she looking at his behind. ‘Must look at front’, she ordered herself and almost groaned out loud as he swiftly turned around. He must be ESPing. See, Evil…now her thoughts weren’t even her own. But her eyes were very definitely studying his front…and Holy Cow!

She felt her lips fall slack and drool pool in the corner as she focused entirely on his black clad body. Tight black fabric stretched over an undoubtedly firm and muscular chest, his arms showing the smoothness she would feel if she were close enough to touch, to trail just her pointy finger along the inside line of his forearm, to his bicep and then to his shoulder…and that thought set her nipples to tightening. As her body chemistry responded to that cool observation she let her eyes slip lower and felt her eyeballs freeze on his even tighter black clad lower half. Those jeans left nothing to the imagination, and he wasn’t even turned on.

She was so caught up in the divine tableau he offered her hungry gaze that she almost missed his actions entirely. A warning growl from Angel catapulted her overheating mind out of the gutter and back up to Spike’s face. He was vamped out, and unlike her usual reaction to your garden-variety vamp, she found him kind of cute. Not Angel cute, of course. That would be of the bad, and evil vampire…not cute.

Buffy almost rolled her eyes at her own ridiculous effort to cover up that she found this guy serious crush material…totally swoon worthy. But his lips were moving, and she licked her lips in remembered delight at how exactly those lips felt against hers. Oops, ‘not going there’ she decided as Angel growled again rather close to her ear.

There seemed to be some kind of commotion down below and Buffy squinted to try and see better through the gross window. Angel nudged her aside as he slowly lifted it so they could hear what was going on and not destroy their eyesight by trying to peer through something covered in dirt and grease. Buffy smiled her thanks to her boyfriend, and leaned just slightly into the building.

Spike was standing alone, ‘when along came a spider’ Buffy thought meanly as a dark-haired beautiful vampire sidled up to him and began to stroke his cheek. The Slayer almost cheered as she saw Spike stiffen then step casually away from the girl. He mumbled something to her and then strode forward to drop to his knees in front of a small child that reeked of authority. It was so overwhelmingly powerful that Buffy felt it from where she was, and she flinched, spooked about what fighting this child would mean for her.

As the sexy tenor of his voice passed through her and made her bones vibrate, she almost lost clarity for a moment as she felt moist heat gush between her legs. Feeling uncomfortable, she sat a little back so she could clench her legs together. Angel glanced at her in surprise, his nose still twitching from the unexpected burst of arousal. He gave her an encouraging smile and turned back to the scene playing out on the inside. Buffy shook her head. Completely clueless! She grinned her relief.

“You failed.” Buffy startled at the cool authority that dripped from the small one’s mouth, suddenly apprehensive about the power he wielded.

“I, uh…let me see if I can get this right…I offer penance?” Cocky Spike was full on confronting and Buffy suddenly felt concern flood through her and turn her blood cold. Her fingers became claw-like as they gripped the window frame and she leaned a little further in.

Angel gripped his fist in her top and pulled her hard backwards, tapping his nose and leaning in to sniff at her to indicate that the vampires inside would pick up her scent if she wasn’t careful. The irritation that had flashed in her eyes dimmed slightly as understanding dawned, but it didn’t disappear totally.

She turned her head back to the blond posturing in front of the special child and she rolled her eyes in sudden acknowledgement of his almost child-like exuberance at getting into the fight.

She jumped as another vampire entered the scene, hostility flowing off him and lying stagnant in the air.

“Penance,” she heard him almost bellow. “You should lay down your life. Our numbers have been depleted, the Feast of St. Vigeous is ruined because of your impatience.”

“I was rash,” Spike told them in a voice completely lacking in any degree of sincerity and Buffy almost giggled. She was completely enthralled with his ‘couldn’t give a crap’ attitude to danger, and she suddenly wondered if he fought as good as he kissed.

Her lips began to buzz from remembered passion and she almost succumbed to lusty daydreams when she heard his voice continue.

“And if I had to do it all over again…”

Buffy leaned forward again in anticipation and shivered from his almost jubilant burst of laughter.

“Who am I kidding?”

Her brow furrowed, tense waiting for his next move. Shock gripped her as she saw his body move toward the annoying child and grab for him.

“I would do it exactly the same, only I’d do this…” With the boy in his arms and shouts on the air, Buffy watch completely enraptured as Spike put the child in a cage, locking it all while kicking away the mocking vamp of earlier and laying him flat and unconscious in the background.

“First! From now on, we’re gonna have a little less ritual,” he started, interrupting his own speech by the effort of splashing the contents of a small canister of lighter fluid over the complaining child, and setting him alight, “and a little more fun around here.”

The high-pitched shrieking reverberated around the largely empty cavern of the factory, and Buffy remained stunned by the window. Despite his declarations to her amidst the heated kisses, she hadn’t really believed that he would get rid of the threat. Now she felt all hot and flushy that he did something so huge for her. And hey, big with the statement…and he called her baby, and why exactly was she crushing again on the evil vampire…with the evil hair?

The left over minions dispersed, and Buffy could automatically feel Angel tense at her side as the only vamps left in the room was the blonde babe and his ho-bag. The brunette was swaying and laughing, then she twirled around him as he tried to back away.

“It’s time for the celebration, my Spike. Our guests are just drifting on the outside, they don’t know yet to come in.” She suddenly stopped all movement as she turned to the window that Buffy was half hanging out of before quickly pulling back and ducking down.

“What is it, pet?”

The Slayer suddenly felt annoyed at that caring tone of voice, aimed at the fruit loop who had just given the insanity dance on the dirty cement floor. She lifted her head enough for her eyes to just see over the edge of the window as crazy vamp ho twirled back to look questioningly at Spike. Though her movements remained graceful, Buffy could see the frailty that clung like spider webbing to the other woman. The vampiress still staring intently at Spike. The bitch who was now touching his face.

Buffy had balled her fists in angered frustration when her ears picked up the beginning of more conversation, and as the words began to sink in, her eyes widened in surprise; all thought of Angel and his existence evaporated from her mind.

“You don’t love me anymore.”

Blue and green eyes pinned the suddenly morose female vampire to the spot. Her head waved from side to side like a snake uncoiling, and Buffy sucked in an expectant breath.

“You’ve switched your dark princess for white, and now all the lights will stay on. There’s nobody left for princess.”

Buffy leaned back, confounded. ‘Huh?’ What was with the freaky loony talk that only a fellow insane patient could decipher? She shook her head and smiled, convinced the nutbag was on her last leg anyway. But then the shocks kept a comin’ as she realised that Spike was answering as if he actually knew what the vamp had said, and she so needed to find out this loon’s name.

“Drusilla.” Angel released her name like a caressing whisper on the wind. Buffy watched him, noticing her lack of jealousy that he knew who this was, just accepting that she had a name for the one whom she’d run out of ‘bag’ terms to apply to her.

“I’m sorry, Dru,” continued the strange conversation on the factory floor. Buffy gave it her total focus, while suppressing the urge to growl. “But it’s true, luv…there’s someone…” His voice drifted into an uncomfortable silence as the brunette latched onto him, his chin held tightly while bringing his face closer to hers, her eyes seeking and clashing with his unwilling gaze. “Dru, don’t do this.”

“You’ve been keeping secrets, my Spike. You’ve moved on to where the sun is dimming. The rain is falling and sunshine is too afraid to play. But here she is all young and carefree…” Her aspect altered as she saw things in his eyes that caused Buffy to lean further in, trying to catch the meaning behind the uber weird display. The Slayer fell back, though, at an abrupt squeal of joy.

“Daddy is returning.” She stepped back from Spike and clapped her hands in obvious delight.

“No, Dru. It isn’t Daddy. You know it isn’t. He has a soul now, but he’ll come by an’ see you. Maybe he can help make you well again.”

Laughter echoed off the walls as dancing was once again the activity inside, and Buffy felt a burst of pure hilarity push to be released. She clapped a hand across her mouth to hold it in, and squeezed her eyes shut to the display. How anyone could put up with the loopy routine for long was anyone’s guess.

Then in a short amount of her inattention it became obvious that ‘Dru’ had retired to elsewhere for the night, leaving Spike all forlorn in his loneliness.

Angel pulled Buffy back from the window, but she didn’t release her claw-like grip, continuing that tenable connection to the goings on of inside. He jerked his head, indicating his desire to leave, but she waved him away.

“Just give me a minute,” she whispered to him and went back to watching alone. She didn’t need special hearing powers to hear his angry growl as he leapt down and stomped away from the building, but strangely she didn’t care.

She stayed focused and intent on the pacing form of her would be seducer of earlier in the night. Looking again at the cage, Buffy smiled happily at the destruction of the Annointed One. She almost wished the Master had been there to see it, but then that would be bad. She frowned.

“Bugger,” he was mumbling to himself. “Bugger, bugger, bollocks.”

His pacing picked up speed, his muscular legs stretching out in front of him as he ate up the ground in his anxiety.

“Bloody Dru!” She could hear his frustration and wondered what he was so upset about. From where she had been eavesdropping the female vamp had only spouted a heap of incomprehensible dribble.

He ran his hands through his hair and spun on his heel, heading back in her direction too fast for her to duck. In seconds their eyes clashed and held, time seeming to stop as something monumental seemed to slip in between them. Collective breaths were held, blood began to roar, and one heart started pounding a mad beat of syncopated rhythm. If she didn’t feel so suddenly alive, Buffy could have sworn she was dead.

He took one step toward her and her mouth went dry. Her eyes expressed her serious objection to his movement, her confused need to be closer to him rioting against her Slayer purpose of dusting him. One more step had her pushing away from the window, jumping to the ground and running after Angel.

She had never spent a night more wigged in her entire life!





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