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Cousin Arabella by Lilachigh



Chapter 12 You Must Die!

As the demons began breaking down the door, Buffy and Spike clung to the turret window sill, staring downwards. The wall beneath their feet dropped hundreds of feet down to the black lake where rocks like sharpened teeth waited for them to fall.

“If you were a proper vampire like Dracula, we could fly out of here!” Buffy snapped, staring down at the sheer drop beneath them.

Spike edged out onto the sill and reached upwards to search for non-existant handholds on the stone wall above his head. “Flashy gypsy tricks, pet. I wouldn’t demean myself by using them.“

“Excuse me, Mr Perfect, but he’s not the one stuck at the top of a tower with a pack of demons about to break through the door!’ Buffy said crossly.

“I think we can climb upwards and sort of inch round to the other side of the turret,’ Spike said more in hope than certainty.

“Are you sure?”

“Well, we can give it a go, pet.”

Buffy suddenly jumped back down into the room.

‘Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

‘Spike! I’m coming to my senses, that’s what I’m doing. This is ridiculous. I’m the Slayer, for goodness sake. What on earth am I doing, running away from a pack of drunk demons. I must be mad. If they want to fight, OK, I’ll fight. Come on, surely, you’re not shirking a good scrap. Where’s your sense of adventure, British boy.”

‘Bloody Hell!” Spike muttered. “Women! Wish you’d make up your mind, pet.” He swung himself back through the window and hurtled down to land like a great cat on his feet at her side. “Just don’t kill too many, Slayer. Remember, they’re Arabella and Div’vid’s guests here tonight! I’m family, I can’t upset her by going round knocking off her friends just as I choose.”

“I don’t see why,” Buffy said indignantly. “You used to attack my friends all the time! Giles - Willow, remember. And hey, you’d bite Xander in a second if you had the chance.”

“Vampire here! It’s what I do. Or did. But this is different. You wouldn’t start killing Janice, the Bit’s friend, now would you?”

“Oh all right. I’ll be careful.” Buffy sighed. Honestly, was she getting tired of all the ‘mustn’t upset Arabella’ crap? Had she ever had a more annoying evening out? It was hard to remember one. Oh, yes, she’d died a couple of times. Perhaps they counted as big fat ten out of tens, but this was a close nine and a half! No, make that nine and three-quarters!

The roaring and yelling outside the door was growing louder every second and now the gouges in the wood were showing light on the other side. Any second now the door would be down.

She glanced at Spike and he grinned back. Clad only in a lacy peach bra and pink transparent trousers he’d stolen from a very camp demon, he couldn’t remember when she’d looked so god damn sexy. Her hair was a mass of golden tangles and her green eyes blazed at him. He felt his trousers tighten and knew with pounding certainty that on the day he was dying, he would react to her in the same way.

Whatever the cords were that bound them, they were becoming stronger and stronger with each passing day. He couldn’t believe that anything could ever part them now, even though he knew she still thought he was an evil, soul less thing.

He reached over and pulled her close, bending back her head so her hair cascaded down over his arm, and kissed her, slowly, seductively, achingly tender. But underneath, Buffy could feel the passion, the lust, the desire, the longing for a good fight, and all her Slayer blood responded to him.

She twined her fingers deep into his hair and returned the kiss with all her power. She heard him grunt as he dug his boots into the floor to keep his balance against her strength.

This was what she gloried in where Spike was concerned. Every other man - except Angel - would have gone crashing to the floor, with her then apologetically having to help him up. And Angel - well, she’d never have acted so brazenly with him, never forced him to stand and fight her back with his kisses as Spike was now doing.

“Just you wait, Slayer!” he breathed at last as she broke away for air. “Wait until I get you away somewhere private.”

“More promises,” she murmured as his hands ran roughly over her body that feverishly responded.... and then she yelped as the door finally gave way and a crowd of drunken demons broke into the room.

The next few minutes were a whirling kalaidoscope of punches and kicks, flying bodies, teeth and fangs, golden glowing eyes, claws and horns, fur and blood. At last Spike hurled himself down the staircase, taking five or six demons with him and Buffy skipped along behind, her fists connecting with scales and slime, but not using her stake.

She wished for a split second that she wasn’t wearing transparent chiffon trousers, though, especially when the fluffy pink demon who owned them, came screaming in a high falsetto up the stairs, accusing her of being a thief!

Buffy knocked him out with one punch and then ran after Spike who was buried under various heaving bodies and obviously thoroughly enjoying himself from the shouts of laughter and cries of “Come on, is that all you’ve got!” she could hear.

By now the fight had reached the great marble hallway and the enormous crash as the central blue and white and silver flower decoration was hurtled to the floor made even Buffy wince.

“Spike! Head for the car!” she yelled. “We must get out of here. It’ll be dawn soon.”

“Buffy!!! Look out!” With a roar, Spike shook off two vampires who were trying to throttle him and threw himself across the hall as the black slime demon that had crept up behind Buffy was just about to smash in the back of her head with the stone bowl that was all that was left of the flower decoration.

It hit Spike on the temple and he dropped, senseless to the floor. Buffy yelled and stood over him, brandishing the stake she’d tucked into the drawstring of her transparent pants.

‘Touch him and you die!” she hissed, eyes blazing green. “Spike! Spike! ” She nudged at him with her foot but he lay motionless. “Get up! Please, get up.”

“He can’t hear you, Slayer,” the slime demon grunted and prowled forward dripping mucus from every pore. “He can’t defend you anymore. So you must die!”


to be continued


Sorry this episode is a little short, guys, but have had flu! Hope you all enjoy it, anyway. Please review.





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