Cousin Arabella by Lilachigh

Chp 16

To the Death



Buffy stared at Spike’s cousin. Every hair on her body was twitching and screaming Danger! Vampire!

“Can I help you?” she said as sweetly and insincerely as if she was Anya serving a customer in the Magic Box.

Arabella in a tight black T shirt and black jeans, tossed back her brown curls and snarled. “Oh, look, the little Slayer’s just come straight from the shower. Washing off my cousin’s scent? That’s impossible. Don’t you realise I can still smell him all over you?”

Buffy pulled a face. “Ewww and double eewwww. And here I was thinking this lovely lavender bath oil was what you were scenting.”

“The whole room smells of sex, Slayer. I know exactly what the two of you have been doing all day long. Why try and deny it?”

Buffy eased round the circling vampire, wondering why the show down had to come when she was only wearing a towel. Even a pair of shoes would have been good, or panties. It was odd how vulnerable a fluffy towel made you feel when it was your only covering.

“You sound just a teensy-weensy bit jealous, Arabella. Don’t you and Div’vid make love any more? Oh no, I forgot. You can’t stand the smell of your demon husband, can you? What a shame.”

Arabella hissed between her teeth and the blue eyes glittered dangerously. “Don’t concern yourself with my sex life, Slayer. I’ll be fine. Once you’re out of the way, William will have no need to stay in this stupid country. Div’vid has just told me that we’re moving abroad. I imagine it will be Paris, or Milan. It won’t be difficult to persuade William to come with us. And once he starts living with me and Div’vid, well, I’m sure I don’t need to paint you a picture.”

Buffy glanced swiftly round the room. She needed a weapon, anything would do. “Oh, so you’re going to cheat on your husband under his own roof, are you?”

“Cheat? With the man I’ve loved all my life? The man I’ve waited for for over a hundred years. How can that be cheating?”

Buffy raised her eyebrows. “Arabella, I am not going to give you a lecture on how to behave - as much as you obviously need one. I’d just like you to get out of this room. We’re going home soon so we’ll be out of your hair and you can go on waiting for your William for another hundred years.”

The vampire growled deep in her throat and her beautiful face changed to release the demon that lived inside her. Even then, as Buffy backed away, she realised Arabella was actually still quite pretty - for a vamp. Really, life wasn’t fair.

“The only place you are going tonight is the grave,” Arabella snapped and lashed out with a fist, catching Buffy on the shoulder. She rolled across the floor with the punch and came to her feet, losing the towel as she did so. The pins holding her hair up fell out and it cascaded down onto her shoulders. Her slim body gleamed with the bath oil she’d used so lavishly.

Suddenly it didn’t matter that she was stark naked. She was the Slayer; this was what she lived to do and this was the fight she’d been waiting for ever since she first met Spike’s cousin.

A primitive feeling of Slayer rage began to build inside her and her vision tunnelled down to the woman in front of her. This vampire had to be dusted - now! She darted forward, grabbed hold of Arabella’s arm, smacked her on the jaw and threw her across the room. The woman crashed onto the bed and fell off the other side, but she was up on her feet in an instant, golden eyes gleaming.

“Do you really think those limited - assets - will hold my William in thrall for long?” she hissed, waving her hand at Buffy’s naked form.

Buffy stalked after her, she had to keep away from those fangs. What had Spike once told her, ‘you have to reach for your weapons, we already have ours.’ And at the moment, she didn’t have any weapon at all.

“He can’t get enough of me at the moment,” she smirked back at Arabella. “Perhaps it’s not what you’ve got but what you do with it that counts. Ever thought of that, bitch?”

Arabella launched herself across the bed again, caught Buffy’s arm and pulled her towards her. But the oil on her skin made her too slippery to hold and they wrestled each other on top of the red velvet coverlet on the bed, each one trying desperately for a killing blow.

Spike sauntered slowly up the corridor, carrying a tray and feeling lazy and satisfied. He’d found a supply of really good pig blood in the kitchen and he’d sorted out coffee and toast for Buffy.

He’d also discovered a pile of clothes waiting to be ironed in one of the utility rooms and dug out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt he thought would fit the Slayer.

It had been such a good night - well, day. He could feel his trousers growing tight against his groin as he remembered what they’d done. God, that woman would kill him. She was insatiable and so keen to learn. He’d never known anyone to have such blinding orgasms, either.

To be fair, the number of women he’d actually slept with over all these years was - although he’d never admit it to a living or dead soul - very few.

William had died a virgin and then there’d been Dru, where he’d got most of his experience and when she came it was more a sort of shaking all over. She didn’t scream, not like the Slayer.

Oh, then there’d been a couple of times with Darla when she was in the mood for a change from Peaches - that had been scary, he’d always counted all his bits afterwards in case something had gone missing - one or two girls when he’d had a row with Dru - fairly boring, and Harmony, of course and that was -

Even when he’d been William the Bloody out hunting, he’d been keener on the fighting, killing and feeding part. Liam had gone in for the rape and sex bit.

So this experience with Buffy - god, it made him so randy it wasn’t true. He couldn’t wait to start again. She wanted to learn more games and oh bloody hell was he going to teach her. For starters, what to do with that hot wet little mouth of hers. She was a bit tardy in putting that to good use. Why should he do all the work?

“Slayer - I’ve got your breakfast. A little gratitude will be welcome. I do hope you haven’t bothered getting nice and clean because you’re going to get - Bloody Hell!“

He pushed open the door with his foot and stood there, mouth open. He was watching a vampire’s wet dream. Two women were wrestling on his bed. One stark naked, her golden skin shining with oil, had just torn off her opponents top. Luscious breasts were now exposed and amongst the growling and yelling, he could see a neat muscular bottom and a flying glimpse of golden curls that covered the place he’d only recently licked into quivering submission.

Then his brain jolted into gear. Arabella and Buffy! He dropped the tray with a crash and had only taken a step forward when Buffy twisted once more, reached up to the heavy wooden headboard and snapped off one of the slats that ran crisscross in a pattern.

The strength in those deceptively slim legs turned Arabella over and her gleaming arm swept back and -

“Buffy!” His voice was shockingly hoarse. his hands stretched out towards her.

Lost in a Slayer rage, Buffy swung her stake back and glared down at her victim pinned beneath her naked knees. Golden vampire eyes glared back. There was no fear in Arabella’s face, just hatred.

God it was going to feel so good to stake her, get the whore out of her life for ever. Get her away from Spike. How dare she suggest he would be her lover. Spike belonged to her...to her..die bitch!

Her arm began to plunge down when the only voice in the world that could have penetrated the red mist that surrounded her echoed in her ears.

‘Buffy!”

Somehow she managed to pause. She and Arabella both turned their heads towards the door. Spike was standing there. He looked - well, scared, she supposed was the only word she could think of to describe the expression on his face.

“Please, Buffy. She’s my cousin. Family.”

“She’s a vampire. She’s a bitch. She’s dust.”

“Don’t kill her. For my sake. Please!”

Buffy hesitated, looked into the depth of those dark blue eyes and her arm dropped slightly. Then,

“Stay out of this, William. I can fight my own battles.”

Buffy jolted back to reality. “Yes, stay out of this, Spike. It’s between Arabella and me.”

“Bloody Hell. Women!” Spike stepped back as two identical glares came his way. Then, with vampire speed, Arabella flipped Buffy aside and bounded for the door. Buffy squealed in anger and hurled the stake after her.

It bounced off the closing door and clattered to the floor. The silence that followed in the darkened room was deafening.


to be continued - don’t miss the next chapter, might be the last!


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