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2. Passion.

He blindfolded her.
She gasped in the wide cold place, in her too much tight dress.
There was no light: the yellow vampire’s eyes could watch very well. On the contrary, she couldn’t see anything. Buffy tried to regularize her heartbeat and to focus her instinct on his presence. She held a stick which was heavy in her fingers, but which could give her some comfort. At least, she had a weapon.
“Take off your shoes” whispered him, with such a bed voice that penetrated in her veins. She obeyed.
She could feel dust under her naked feet, but she didn’t care. After, when she would have been in her clean and nice room, just into her warm childish bed, she had washed herself.
She understood he was surrounding her, following his predator nature. He held a stick too and he was ready to use it. But she would have stopped him before.
“Forget about the technique tonight. Use only your instinct.”
“Why are you bloody training your enemy?” she kidded him.
“Because you’re gonna kill Angelus. And, with that, you’ll make to the world and to me a very big favor.”
She smiled. The game began to be interesting.
When she felt him close, she hit. He was very agile and, with a jump, he was out from her stick’s trajectory.
They continued like that for a while: the dark had become a mild allied for Buffy. Her muscles reacted to a magic and ancient instinct and, for once in her life she didn’t need to “see”.
She hit him on the hip, and he whimpered.
“Watch out love,” he said to her, “you were close to my heart.”
She hit him again, and he gave her tit for tat, hard hitting her on the bottom.
“Ouch!” lamented Buffy. “You’ll pay for that”.
“Really? First you have to catch me”
She laughed. She was stronger and, finally, she knew that. Less expert, of course, less sure about her resources and potentialities, but she was secretly stronger. In the end, she was created for that: to slay. And he was just a vamp. Agile, strong, fast and smart…but just a vamp.
“Stop now” gasped Spike. What she was thinking about was true, but he couldn’t allow that this turns her head: that was about his survival. The little slayer had still a lot of things to learn…
Buffy tried to take away the patch. He stopped her, touching her arm and she startled because of that soft contact.
“Keep it” he whispered and she obeyed again. She knew what he would have done…she knew it and she had accepted that prospect since she had allowed him to train her, to teach her to dance.
That wasn’t the price for his help, but simply the other side of her power, of her ties with vampires. And maybe it was the time of looking her slayer’s nature right in the face.
Spike smiled at her, although she couldn’t see him. With convinced fingers, the vamp began to unzip her black mini-dress.


Next morning Buffy arrived late at school again. She sat near Xander, during chemistry, and she turned on her mobile.
“Waiting for a call?” asked her boyfriend cool.
“Just mom. She had to call me to tell me the time she comes tonight.” Since Xander didn’t answer, and neither smiled, Buffy approached her mouth to his ear.
“I’m sorry for yesterday night Xan. The fact is that Giles and I are in a middle of a quite complex operation…I know, I’ve no excuse, but I promise you we’ll make up for lost time”
He looked at her. “You’ve never kept me in the dark about your job Buff. I’m feeling cut-off. And that’s the same for Willow and Oz. But I’m your boyfriend, damn!”
“Mr. Harris, please put off the soap” said the teacher, interrupting him.
Buffy looked down, pretending to concentrate on the lesson. Xander’s attitude wasn’t making things easier, but at that point she convinced herself that it was better make the best on a bad job. She would have tried to leave down after the lesson.
At that point her telephone rang.
“Miss Summers!” thundered the teacher. “Those things are forbidden here!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, but it’s my mom and it’s urgent!” she tried to justify, and she ran in the corridor under her schoolmates’ amused glances, and the Xander’s preoccupied one.
“It’s me baby” whispered a deep voice she knew well. And, of course, it didn’t belong to her mother.
“Damn, I’m at school!” she burst on.
“But you didn’t turn off the phone…” he laughed. “C’mon, are you wearing them?”
“No”, whispered Buffy, blushing.
“Good” he replied satisfied. “See ya tonight”
“Listen…my boyfriend doesn’t want that…”
“Did you tell him?”
“No…of course not. But he wishes to stay with me, and I…”
“Get rid of him.”
“I can’t. Xander saved my life and he’s a friend”
“But you’re not fucking him, right?”
She startled listening to that vulgar word.
“Well, of course not” continued Spike, glancing to the big bed in which Drusilla was sleeping a restless dream. “I’m sure ‘bout that”
Buffy bate her lips.
“I don’t wanna and I can’t treat Xander bad”
“And I don’t wanna and I can’t waste that night and the next ones. Angelus is already coming and soon you’ll fight”
“So you’re scared that I die in front of you before…”
“…before I get everything I can from you? You’re very acute Buffy. See ya tonight, in the old unattended warehouse.”
“I shouldn’t…”
“But you’ll come” he replied, ending the call.
Buffy looked at the mobile angry with him and with herself. Maybe nearly furious.
But she already knew that she would have gone, and blow all the consequences.


Buffy looked around, forgetful of everything except the intense sensations she was feeling. The unattended warehouse wasn’t less dark that the night before, despite the almost full moon pop out from the loft’s broken glasses. She was prone, on an old plaid that he should have find somewhere in the former warden’s office, unattended now as the rest of the building. The black miniskirt was upon her hips, and the flimsy white panties had been forgotten on the floor, between the dust.
Buffy had disobeyed wearing them to come in that place and she was punished for that: there was still the sign of his belt on her snow-white buttocks.
“You hurt me” lay she with a soft voice.
“I don’t believe you” replied he, opening her with two fingers and going inside her with his erection. Buffy gasped: she was still tight, green and innocent. Almost.
“Oh God” mumbled she while he went down and came back, constantly and harshly, not too fast, not too slow. His pelvis pushed without mercy on her still aching bottom and his fingers came up to gather her breast unleashed from her undo blouse. Buffy whimpered to that new double touch: his fingertips on her breast’s tops were giving her intense sensations she had never felt before. And all of that, together with the pain she felt when he beat her with his leather belt and with the continuous and unmerciful movement of his hips, of his penis inside her, was sending her into ecstasies; she was definitively going haywire.
“Do you like it?” whispered he “What did you feel last night? When we’ve made it for the first time?”
“Again” answered her incoherently, while his right hand was sliding between her thighs, conveniently let opened by the prone position he put her. Buffy cried when she achieved the first orgasm of the night.
Spike didn’t speed up and he continued to brush her with his fingers, trying to extend her pleasure till possible and immediately preparing her to reach the top again. She began to shake her head, closing her eyes, focusing on something ineffable, but so close.
“Tell me you want me”, he whispered in her hears.
“I want you” she admitted, shaking instinctively her hips, searching that delicious friction he could only gave her…
“Tell me you’re mine”
She looked at him, becoming rational for a moment. Painfully rational.
Spike knew he couldn’t have an answer to that question. The reigning slayer was learning pleasure from him, and that was more than he couldn’t expect. Neither he couldn’t understand why he felt that desire of possessing her…beyond sex also, that of course was delightful, as he knew it will always been. But, please, he couldn’t expect that she felt something for him.
The vamp didn’t spin out the embrace and he led her fast to the top, finishing into her. When it was over, he let her gently lay on the plaid, and he saw the spilt blood. Its smell was turning his head.
“Yesterday we didn’t finish, it seems.” He said. “I’ve fully opened you just now”
“I told you it was hurting”
“It didn’t seem that you were moaning so much for that…or, on the contrary, you were moaning…but because of lust” laughed he, playing with himself. She looked at him with big eyes. “What are you doing?”
“You like watching me?” smiled Spike. “You child…wanna help?”
She nodded. Spike took her hand and put it on his erection, clutching her fingers and teaching her to move slowly, up and down…
“You’re so good” whispered him and he smiled to her, caressing her cheek. “And so beautiful. You’re the sweetest and the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen”
“And Drusilla?” asked her despite herself.
“Shh…don’t talk ‘bout Dru” Spike took her fingers from his newly erected penis and he grabbed her round the waist. He made her lay in the opposite direction to him and she was just in front of his erection. “That position is called sixty-nine, baby. Guess why…Now I’ll open your legs and I’ll lick and suck you…and if you are a naughty girl you’ll do the same to me”.
A shudder ran trough Buffy’s spine. Spike slid her skirt down from her legs and she was nearly naked, with the undo blouse. She gasped. Twenty-four hours before she shamed to kiss with the tongue, and now…
But that was so delicious. Everything he was doing and teaching to her was delicious. His penis was delicious. She tasted it and then she swallowed it, hungry of his fresh and taut feeling under her lips, her teeth, while he was leading her to the most intense and secret pleasure.
While she was sucking it sweetly, with an innocence full of sensuality, Spike lost control and bit her right on the clitoris, making her feel an intense pain together with the most violent pleasure she’d ever felt. While the spasms were shaking her, he came in her mouth, forgetting her inexperience, and she tasted his sperm, and he was enjoying her blood melted with her fluids.
None of them had ever felt something like that before.
“Spike…”she said softly, after.
“Shh…kitten”
“I’m yours”


Spike took her till Xander’s house. They had fought; they did free exercises while training, with the crossbow and the knives. They made love. And she told him she was his.
Only twenty-four hours and his non-life was shocked.
He barely remembered the reason which had closed him to Buffy: oh, right, the cure for Dru.
Angelus.
Fuck it. Fuck it all, and more than anyone else, fuck Xander Harris.
“You’ll come and delighting him with all the little techniques this nasty and soulless vampire has just taught you?”
“No. I’ll go to him checking out if we’re still friends” replied she “I owe him that”
“Bloody hell Buffy, you don’t owe him anything”
“I owe him my affection. And my friendship.”
He looked at her and he brushed the hair aside her forehead. Her eyes were limpid, but touched. If only Xander had been a little more expert, he would have immediately understood.
“Everyday it happens. A woman discovers her female power. And she understands she can use it with any man she wants. Not only with the one who taught her to use it. I wouldn’t be surprised if you would change your relationship with that baby-boy now.”
Buffy made a pace back.
“I need time to think. What’s happened…it’s simply too big. Yesterday we were enemies…today we’re lovers, and there’s no guarantee that, besides that, our affair couldn’t end with the death of one of us.”
“I’m almost sure it will end like that” smiled him bitterly.
“I wish not” replied she. She rose on her tiptoes and kissed him softly. “See ya tomorrow night?”
“And you reflections?”
She smiled. “I’ll make them during the lessons. They’re so boring…”
She was going away, but he took her arm for the last kiss. Buffy let his tongue enter in her mouth and recognized her blood taste. She was immediately aware of the enormity she allowed him to do. And it was so simply to accept it. Her body did that with no hesitations.
“Goodnight” she whispered on his lips.
Spike kissed her again and disappeared in the night. And she prepared herself to face the other side of her life: the enlightened one.
“Mrs. Harris…it’s Buffy. Xander’s girlfriend.”
“Oh, come dear” greeted her mother’s boyfriend. She was in a bad mood. “I’m going out. Tonight we play bingo at the parish. If you want something to drink, just open the fridge.”
“Thanks Madam”
Buffy went down the stairs which led to the basement. She felt a bit of pain behind the legs, but that was nothing compared to what she felt the night before. Added to a lack that only the vampire, that vampire, could fill.
But she couldn’t neglect her relationship with Xander anymore.
He was lying on the bed, watching TV. It seemed a war movie. She greeted him from the stairs.
Xander looked at her with less warmth than usual.
“Good slay?”
“Yeah”
“Come here”
She obeyed, and Xander recognized the meek lovely girl he was used to know. Buffy took his hand; she sat on the bed, caressing his forehead.
“Xander I’m sorry. I’m tracking a famous vampire with Giles. He should arrive in few days in Sunnydale. It’s too dangerous and I don’t want to involve you and the guys.”
“But this is not too dangerous for you?” asked Xander. “I’m worried. And I don’t wanna leave you alone. With the Master my help…”
“Has been essential, I know. And I promise you I’ll let you get involved as soon as possible.”
Xander played for a while with her hair and suddenly he noticed the signs on her neck. “Vampires”
“Yeah, but they didn’t bite me” she lied. Not there at least.
“Oh, Buffy! How I missed you!” Xander, still laid, took her in his arms and kissed her. She half-closed her mouth letting him enter clumsily in it with his tongue. When Xander let wander his hands on her breasts covered by her blouse, she gasped, tented to let him make what he wanted.
Spike was right. Now that she had discovered her sensuality, she wishes to use it freely. From the corner of her eye she saw he had an erection. She amused herself thinking of taking it on her mouth, like she did with Spike before.
But that wasn’t possible: a gesture like that would have shocked Xander and raised a thousand of questions.
She just covered his erection with the palm of her hand: she felt it was becoming bigger under the thin denim’s barrier, and she told herself that her gesture could still appear casual.
Xander barely fell down for the surprise.
“Buffy…don’t stop.”
Proud by that answer, Buffy unzipped his trousers, putting into them her right hand. Pretending hesitation, she let her hand take it as a warm and tight glove, and she made it slide up and down…he let his head back on the pillow, shocked. His girl, Buffy, was making one of that things that guys used to talk about in the locker rooms…Buffy!
When Xander came, and it didn’t take long, Buffy cleaned her hand with some Kleenex he kept near the bed, smiling at him.
“You should be tired” she smiled and yawned. “I’m tired too. Night love, see you tomorrow”
Shocked, Xander saw her went out jumping on the stairs.
And he thought that was just a dream.


“My female power” she thought, while she was patrolling the Sunnydale’s seven cemeteries; the moon was almost full. Two nights had passed since she gave Spike the Manuscript of du Lac…and her virginity…and still no news about Angelus.
With Xander all seemed to be ok again, even if now he was considering her with some kind of reverence that she felt very satisfying. During the break they had locked in the toilet and she knelt in front of him. Causing Xander a total shock, she asked him to teach her to suck it. Xander mumbled something (to be honest, he was virgin still), and Buffy performed causing mutual satisfaction. Xander told he loved her and she felt incredibly free, and strong. Spike had unleashed a part of herself she still didn’t knew well, and perhaps she didn’t like it, but it was real and it was giving her the strength to slay, taking energy from the darkness, from the unsaid, from what it’s better don’t do.
But now twenty-four hours had passed, and she needed him, her vampire lover, his penis and his passion.
She killed a group of five vampires with little dancing movements which gave her a lot of physical joy. When they became dust, she heard a discrete clap.
“Perfect my love. Simply perfect”
She ran through him, approaching her mouth for a kiss. He immediately smelled that she had given Xander her mouth…and not just for a kiss. He was not surprised, but his feelings were a bit hurt.
He created his Golem, unleashing the slayer’s sexuality, and now she was taking her revenge using it how, when, and with everyone she wanted. He couldn’t keep her close to him with sex.
He asked himself if it had been a good choice unleashing her before her meeting with Angelus.
And he shook his head. Still for a while she really belonged to him. Only to him. He saw she was excited, the iris were dilated, the adrenaline was strongly running through her veins after the victorious fight against that vampires.
And a wave of jealousy and possession took him traitorously, shocking him. Mine, mine, mine…without realizing it, he slid into the hunting face.
“What’s up?” she asked, surprised. “Do you smell somebody?”
“I smell you”, he roared, and he kissed her, wounding her lips with his fangs. The excitement due to that wild gesture, to that kiss with his demoniac masque, went on her head. “Yeah…like that…” whispered her, while she let him pushing her against the0 wall of a crypt. The very small rational part of Spike’s mind told him she was getting horny because of his strangeness, the demon in his human look. If that was distorted and perverse he should not be impressed: she was also a creature of the night, forged by obscure powers, and she were taking nutriment and energy from what humans usually repulse and detest.
But that was not a consolation. He felt as an idiot for the feelings that, despite himself, were growing inside him, inside his old heart that should be dead, dead…
“Stop” he said, taking her away from him, and turning to his human face. “Let’s make it” she smiled. “Please.”
He looked at her for a long time. He asked himself again what was really hurting his feelings: the fact he was betraying Drusilla (no, too far), or that she had given herself to Xander (no, nor that; vampires were used to divide their bed with more than one partner with no problems at all…). But, if she would have said a sweet word, a word of love…it seemed that Buffy could have read in his mind.
“C’m on, why are you hesitating? I’ve thought all day long about you…”
He asked himself if that was true, but, at least, it didn’t matter.
It should not matter.
He satisfied her plucking off her slip and raising her legs till they were tight round his waist.


“What’s annoying you?” she asked him after, noticing the nervous way he was smoking his red Marlboro.
“It’s funny, isn’t it?” asked Spike, looking at her. “Now you’re not only a slayer. You’re also a woman. You have two men at your disposal and you shouldn’t work hard to find some others. You’re the master of a new game, funny, uh?”
“Are you jealous of Xander?”
“No, but I wanna know what do you feel. If you feel something…”
She caressed his arm, looking at him with her big green eyes. “Any doubts? Don’t you see what I feel when I’m with you?”
“No”, he sighed. “You come, that’s obvious. But I think you won’t hesitate to stake me right in my heart, the day you’ll get tired of me.”
“You want me to say I love you?” she replied.
“Would be the truth?”
She didn’t answer. She was just looking at him. And then, she burst on.
“And you? It all began ‘cause you wanted to save your precious vampire. You’ve always told me you would have taught me sex, you’ve never promised love. And, besides that, how can it be love between a slayer and a vampire- a demoniac creature? It’s absurd, impossible…and, however, no, I don’t love you. There’s no sufficient trust to make me loving you.”
“I believed you trusted me”
“Not so much”
“Oh, Buffy, you’ve still a lot of things to learn” he laughed bitterly. “Trust is for mature persons, for people married since decades. Love is passion, blind fire, surge…and I believed that, at least, you felt that.”
“Maybe you were wrong” she only said.
“So goodbye sweetie” he said, taking her hand and kissing it with a soft kiss. “I’ve kept my promise: I’ve taught you to dance. And I called Angelus. I’ll let you know when he will arrive and you’ll do the job, but not before Drusilla were cured. And this will become just a souvenir”
“I don’t want…” she began, unaware about her feelings but sure of wanting him there.
“What? Let me go? Say that you will love me forever? By the way, no problem. Who the bloody hell am I to ask for something different, if for you that’s all a sex affair?”
But the vampire, William the Bloody, the slayer of the slayers, was hurt, and that stood out. Buffy had never thought about him as something more than a lover, or than a fantastic sparring partner. And, frankly, she didn’t want to begin now.
Spike understood her so well. He was alive since more than her. Nor seventeen and all that power…logical that it went on her head. Normally he wouldn’t have said a word and he would have kept that small, hot kitten on heat all for himself, particularly now that- with Drusilla so ill- the nights were so long and so cold; but something deep and secret avoid him to shut up about his feelings. Maybe later, when she would have grown up…
Spike began to walk through the unattended factory.
And for the first, but not for the last time, Buffy let that a man who loved her, went away from her.
She was going home, tired, and she only wanted a warm bath, when someone stood in front of her.
She wasn’t surprised seeing Xander.
“Oh God!” she cried out. She was bearing the sudden abandon of Spike still. “I’ve told you’ve nothing to fear. As you can see, I’m safe and sound.”
“I notice.” He replied cold. “And I’ve seen more…enough I would say. You with him. Who the hell is he Buffy? Did you find him in one of the pubs near the port? Is that the kind of man who excites you?”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re saying”
“Oh, you know it very well” replied Xander, taking her from one arm. “God, I can’t believe my eyes. You’ve let he took you like a whore…against that dirty wall…now I understand what happened yesterday at home and this morning at school…how much did you change Buffy?”
“Maybe too much for you” she said, keeping calm. “You’ve seen me with another guy. That’s true Xander, I’ve a lover. You’ve heard me saying that I loved him?”
“And so?” said Xander furious. “Why? Do you love me? You’ve never told me…”
“No, and I’ve never told it to him, and to nobody else. But I feel affection for you Xander, really” she looked at him with her clear eyes, begging inside he could understand. “I’m not a normal girl. God knows how I tried…I really tried, with you more than with anybody else. But I’m not. My life’s made of darkness and shadow…and you must accept it, as I’ve accepted it before. They say I won’t live for a long time. Rarely slayers overcome eighteen, and you know that better than anyone else. I can’t fend off the darkness. That man had taught me to embrace them…but I don’t love him. But, in his way, he accepts me. Can you?”
Xander looked at her. For a moment he had no words. She was revealing so different, so new…the word “shock” couldn’t describe neither the half of the sensations he was feeling…and all of them were dreadful.
“He also went away” he said after, furious. “As it seems, what you have to offer is not enough for him too. For me, of course, it’s not. If you thought you could buy me with some dirty tricks in the toilet during the break, you’re wrong”
Xander went away, wounded and angry like Spike, but less diplomatic in showing his feelings.
Buffy remained alone again.
At last she had done what she wanted to: she created the desert around her.
Xander was right. She couldn’t repay his feelings with a bit of sex, and maybe also Spike was right, she was too immature to really understand what she was feeling for him.
But Buffy Summers, the vampire slayer, had just discovered a new good game, and suddenly nobody wanted to play with her.


The morning after, at school, Buffy hid her eyes marked by a sleepless night and a lot of questions, under a pair of sunglasses.
“Buffy” gasped Willow coming. “I’ve known something that…my God, I don’t know how to tell you. But I must, ‘cause you’ll discover it anyways. Xander…”
“Xander left me.” Interrupted Buffy, quietly. “It’s true, calm down. He saw me with another guy.”
Willow looked at her. Then, she shook her head. “God, that’s clear now. ‘Cause he…he…”
Buffy raised her eyes and something stopped in her heart.
In front of her, under the arch which led to the canteen, stood Xander. Embraced. With Cordelia.
“Well…I wanted tell you…it seems they’re together. She tells everyone he’s her new boyfriend.”
A residual of jealousy wiggled in Buffy. Xander. And Cordelia. Who hated themselves since ever. And now they were kissing each other in front of her eyes.
“You didn’t know uh?” told Willow astonished. “It was a surprise for everybody. I don’t know what went up in their minds. Xander…was so mad about you…and Cordelia…had always despised him”
“You didn’t hear what I’ve said before?” replied Buffy with a monotonous voice. “I’ve a lover. Xander knows it and he wanted to revenge. God knows how he could convince Cordy”
“You have another boyfriend?” amazed Willow. “Since when? What’s his name? When we could meet him?”
Buffy assumed a strange expression. And then she answered. “Since a few days. William. Never.”
“And why never?”
“Because he also left me” Buffy laughed for a while. “I’m a wizard about keeping my men, as it seems…”
“Oh, Buffy, I’m sorry…”
“Even if I’m a betrayer?”
Willow didn’t answer. Her eyes, together with Buffy ones, were following Xander and Cordelia, still embraced. “I think that seeing them together make me suffer more than you. Buffy, tell me the truth: you’ve never loved Xander…”
“Maybe not” answered Buffy, taking off her glasses and biting their temple. “But I feel affection for him, and staying with him was reassuring. He gave me a stability that for me, with such a life, was really important. And comfortable. Maybe too comfortable. And I abused.”
“And then what’s happened?”
“I grew up”
“Thanks to that William? How’s he like?”
“Yeah, thanks to William. He’s a charming man, and he’s dangerous.” Buffy was glad her friends didn’t know he was a vampire. In that case she would have died for the shame.
“But it means nothing. It’s over with him too, I told you.”
“Why?”
“Maybe for the same reason which ended my story with Xander. Both of them wanted something I couldn’t give to them.”
“Your heart?” guessed Willow. Buffy nodded even if, in both cases, it wasn’t so simple. She really felt affection for Xander, but she had been too meek with him, too submissive, for the common good. Concerning Spike, they simply couldn’t have a future. It was impossible to promise him that.
Willow and Buffy shut up, watching the new couple. The half of the school would have felt sorry for Buffy, ‘cause she has been abandoned so soon, the other half would have jeered at her. And after, mercifully, everybody would have forgotten.
But she was simply feeling unsatisfied.
She didn’t notice the black limo which was discretely following her since she left home.





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