HE’S BACK…


A/N: I was going to make this a one shot deal, but decided to make it a two shot deal…(no pun intended, honest). Anyway, this is like the second fic I ever wrote and published on another site. It was not received too well, then the ‘virus’ from hell (that shall not be named) from about 2 years ago reared it ugly head and fried all of my files. This is the rewrite of the story and I thought I’d give it a go here.


Summary: It’s post season 6 of BTVS. Spike is back in Sunnydale (no one knows it though) and he is out for blood. However it’s not Buffy’s ‘blood’ that Spike is back for. He wants her for his mate, still, even though he got the chip out in Africa and not his soul. Contrary to popular myth, William the Bloody aka Spike loves Buffy just as much as he did with the chip. Anyway, Spike is back, all is not status quo from before on the Hellmouth and things are about to get real, real, ugly.

Please be kind about this. Like I said, it was about the second fic I ever wrote and is pretty basic. So, please read and review. I’ll have the final chapter, Chapter 2, up tomorrow, or maybe tonight.

Thanks, Luv, Spuf

Chapter 1




Spike watched his Golden Goddess, Buffy, as she exited the building. He stood hidden in shadows, always in shadows, and at a

safe distance. She was laughing with that whelp, Harris, and Dawn, her little sister. It was Friday night and the trio had just left the Bronze together, via Harris’s obvious new car.
‘A Lexus?’ Spike hissed as he watched his soulmate, Buffy, ride off into the night with that fuckhead, Xander and her bitch of a little sister, Dawn. ‘The whelp’s been saving his pennies,’ Spike smirked evilly.

“How adult of him,” Spike chuckled harshly, still hating the ponce. Spike still blamed Xander Harris for most of his woes with Buffy. In fact, it was Harris, Buffy’s little lap dog, that Spike intended on draining dry first.

He’d been back in Sunnydale for a week, Spike had, but he hadn’t told anyone he was here. Not anyone, that is, except Willie the Demon snitch, down at the bar that carried his name. That’s where Spike got his meals, from Willie’s bar, the ‘by-the-glass’ kind that is.

For some reason, even though he could now feed freely? Spike had refrained from doing just that. Actually, the master vampire had every intention of hunting, killing and feeding on humans again, eventually that is. It’s just that he had a certain select few he planned to start with. And, he intended on having his mate, Buffy, by his side when he did.

‘She looks good,’ Spike thought, as he had watched his Slayer duck into the passenger side of the Lexus. ‘Buffy’s put on weight, it suits her. She needed it,’ he mused, briefly feeling guilty at his beloved’s loss of weight, just before he left Sunnydale.

“My fault,” Spike thought sadly, “Buffy was so gaunt, so lost when I…” He shook the bad memories from his mind and plotted his next move.

The truth was, Spike had already taken up residence in a crypt, in the same cemetary, in the same spot that he’d occupied before. Nothing had changed since the day he had told Clem he was leaving Sunnydale to ‘find himself’ or what was that he’d said? Make himself into something Buffy deserved?

Well, he was something now, sure as shit. Something Buffy the Slayer deserved. Spike was the evil, sadistic (albeit not quite as sadistic as his grandsire, Angelus) master vampire he had once been.

Once the chip had been removed, in Africa, by a knowledgeable tribal elder, Spike headed straight back to Sunnydale, CA. If the master vampire had had any doubts as to his plans before the chip was gone? They disappeared instantly, once the offensive matter was removed from his brain.

He was back, Spike aka William the Bloody, to return to Sunnydale, the Hellmouth in victory. Spike would return to Sunnyhell, claim his ‘bride’ Buffy Summers and wreck havoc on anyone and everyone that got in his way.

Spike had driven his Harley like a bat out of hell to 1630 Revello Drive and seen the fucking Lexus parked in the Summers’ driveway. As if Harris had a right to park the piece of shit there!

“He’d better be leaving, and soon,” Spike growled lowly as he took up shop by the oak tree on the Summers’ front lawn. The vampire felt his jealousy over Buffy roar to the surface.

“Fucking prick better not be making himself comfortable in my woman’s home. Or her bed,” Spike hissed angrily.

The vampire was rewarded by the sound of ‘goodnights’ coming from the Summers’ home. Soon, Xander Harris walked out of the house and slipped into his fancy car, oblivious to the danger that lurked just yards away from him.

‘Let him go,’ Spike told himself as he watched his hated enemy leave his love’s house. ‘For now, anyway,’ he added, maliciously.

As the lights in the house went out, one-by-one, Spike remembered a time when he would have been welcomed inside. An open invitation had been issued to him, as if he were human. As if he were mortal, as if weren’t the wicked monster he truly was.

“I’ll see you, sweet Slayer, tomorrow,” Spike whispered with a smirk as he turned and walked to the Harley, parked around the corner. Just before he left his centinel by the oak tree? Spike left a calling card for his Buffy. Three ground out cigarette butts and a blood red rose, right at the foot of the oak tree.


Spike lay on the new bed he’d bought when he got back to Sunnydale. It was huge, massive and covered with black satin sheets. When Spike had brought the bed to his old home, he’d made sure it was perfect, like the sheets he covered it with. Like the bride, his Buffy, that he intended on seducing on it.

It had been hard, no, make that impossible for Spike not to just go up to Buffy and drag her off with him. But, he’d been patient, he’d been determined not to act rashly this time. This time, Spike would bide his time and plan everything carefully.

The vampire lay on his massive bed and thought about his Buffy, his girl, his Slayer. She had betrayed him, dozens of times, in dozens of ways. He certainly had not forgotten ‘that’ but he intended on forgiving her, anyway. In time that is, after he made her his, completely.

Spike lit a cigarette and thought back to the times, just four months before. It was Buffy that had driven him to try and force her, that night in her house, in her bathroom. He didn’t delude himself, if he had won out over Buffy? Spike would have raped her completely, torn into her body with his cock and teeth. Turned her then, instead of now, which is what he intended on doing.

As he smoked his cigarette, down to the end, Spike ticked off the ways his beloved Slayer had betrayed him:

First, she left him, after GI Joe had dropped into town. Then, she had ‘tried’ to pretend that the skank he’d brought to the defunct wedding of Harris and his demon slut, didn’t bother her.

Oh, but the trashy bint, what was her name again? Tarantula? She had tweaked Buffy’s nose, quite a bit. Even then, Buffy couldn’t admit she was jealous. So, Spike had taken the nightmare of a date home, to her house, and nearly pushed her out of his car. He never saw her again, nor did he want to. The doped up sleaze had only been a way to make Buffy jealous.

When Spike and Anya had hooked up, drunkenly, in what was the biggest mistake of his unlife, or life for that matter? That was the thing that had pushed Buffy to reveal her jealousy. When Spike tried to talk to Buffy, his Princess, his true love, she had thrown his mistake at him. Made him feel like the true shit he was.

Everything, that night, in her bathroom, had come rushing back at him. Buffy’s betrayal with Riley Finn, who’d just showed up, out of the blue and turned her from him. Buffy’s holier then thou attitude about him, Spike, and those fucking eggs that he’d promised Clem he’d keep an eye out for.

“She bought Soldier Boy’s bullshit, about those eggs and how lethal that mother demon was. Bought it all. And it was me she was sleeping with until then. Me who gave who peace and an escape. The bitch,” Spike hissed as he glared at his ceiling.

“The fucking little self-righteous bitch. I’ll make her pay for the rest of her life. Or unlife, that is,” he began to chuckle, evilly.

A knock on his crypt door broke his plotting and Spike leapt up from the bed. He scurried up the ladder to the upper level of the crypt and stood by the crypt door.

Before he even got to the upper level, Spike could ‘smell’ Buffy at his door. Her vanilla/lavendar scent would forever be forged into all of his senses.

“That was quick,” Spike whispered with a self-satisfied smile as he pulled on a pair of jeans and sauntered to the front door of his ‘house’. “Buffy figured out my clues I left for her pretty fast. Her intelligence has actually improved in the last four months,” he thought, proudly.

“Open this door Spike” Buffy screeched from the other side of the great oaken door. “I know you’re in there. I can sense you.”

Spike laughed, wickedly, then unbolted the great door and opened it. He was careful not to let the sunlight touch his body, as he slid back into the shadows of the crypt.

“Welcome home, Slayer,” Spike purred seductively as he eyed his bride with glee.

“This isn’t my home,” Buffy snipped back at him, her head held high. “Why, I wouldn’t live in a hovel like this if…” Her sentence was cut short by Spike, who grabbed her arm and pulled her inside.

Once Buffy was in the crypt, Spike slammed the big door shut and bolted it tight. He turned to face his errant lover, a vicious grin on his mouth and his eyes afire with desire.

“You were saying, beloved?” Spike purred like a cat as he approached his Buffy, carefully.

“I,” Buffy stammered, taking two steps back for every one step Spike took towards her.

“I believe you said that you would never live in a hovel like this, sweet,” Spike stated, huskily, as he neared his prey.

“This is ridiculous!” Buffy spat, turning from Spike and trying to pass by him. She apparently thought she could make it to the door before the vampire could grasp on to her.

She was wrong.

Spike grabbed his soon to be bride and pulled her flush up to him. He wasn’t gentle, and Buffy must have noticed this since she cringed, visibly from his touch.

“You dare to pull away from me?” Spike roared, his blue eyes had turned amber yellow from his rage. “Me? Your master? Your mate?”


“Not my mate,” Buffy murmered weakly, “my enemy,” she finished with a hiss. “You are my enemy, Spike!” She growled at her ex-lover, angrily.

“No,” Spike hissed, stubbornly, “you’re my mate,” he insisted. “Always my mate. Mine!” he roared again and turned Buffy around, her back against the wall of the crypt. He slammed her up against it, pulling at the heavy, ugly coat she wore.

“It’s a California Summer, Princess,” Spike smirked at his intended, “why the cover? Afraid the ‘big bad’ will give you the chillies?” He pulled the coat from Buffy, who for some reason gave no resistence to his force.

Spike wasted no time in pulling Buffy’s skirt up over her hips and unzipping his black jeans. He pulled his cock out of his restrictive pants and without ceremony, rammed it into Buffy’s rather damp cunny.

“Buffy,” Spike rasped as he began to thrust into her sweet, wonderful cunny. “I’ve missed you so,” he whimpered as he pummeled inside of her.

“Spike,” Buffy moaned, rather in pain or pleasure, Spike wasn’t sure. “Please, honey,” Buffy groaned, “stop. You don’t understand. I’m…”






It was just after his words about ‘the chillies’ and just after he had thrust inside of his beautiful Buffy, heard it. Blessed with vampire hearing, Spike detected the two heartbeats coming from Buffy’s small frame.

The blond vampire reared back and glared at his Slayer, stunned at the tell tale beating of the two hearts. He began to growl, softly, lowly at first, then louder with each beating of the two hearts.

“What’s this?” he roared again at his Buffy, pinioned onto the wall by him and his cock. “Whose is it?

“Spike,” Buffy whimpered as she stared into his blue eyes, her own green ones filled with tears. “It’s…”

“Bitch!” Spike roared at the top of his lungs. “You fucking whore!” he screamed violently.

“Spike,” Buffy squealed as her former lover pulled out from inside her and swept her up in his arms. He flung her over his shoulder and carried her downstairs to the lower part of his crypt.

“You don’t understand,” Buffy cried out, desperately when Spike tossed her onto his bed, roughly.

“I understand plenty,” Spike hissed as he dropped on top of Buffy and pinned her down onto his carefully selected satin sheets. He had picked them out for Buffy, specially. For her, his Golden Goddess and now? She shows up here, at his crypt, knocked up with a spawn of God knew who?

“Whose is it?” Spike asked Buffy, his blue eyes never breaking contact with hers.

“Whose!” he barked again, before she could even breathe, much less respond to him.

“It’s…” she began, anxiously watching Spike’s reaction.

“Tell me,” Spike hissed with a jealous rage. “Is it Soldier Boys?” he rasped, pissed beyond pissed at this possibility.

“Riley?” Buffy gasped, shocked that Spike would even think such a thing. “He’s not here, Spike,” she hissed angrily. “He’s never been here, not like…”

“Doesn’t matter,” Spike countered, hatred for the tall Iowan burning in his blue eyes. “He ‘was’ here and he could have fucked you. Left his mark with you and…”

“He was married then, still is,” Buffy mumbled, embarrassed for some reason. “Riley’s not this child’s father,” she stated firmly.

“Harris!” Spike spat, his accusing tone hurt Buffy’s sensitive ears. “He’s the fucking bastard’s dad, right?” Spike shook Buffy, non too gently, and increased the pressure of his body onto hers.

“I’ll find that fuck and shove the engine of his shiny new car right up his bloody arse. How dare he touch what’s mine!” Spike roared out his threats, his whole body shaking with jealous rage. Tightening his hold on a pale, terrified Buffy, Spike began to shake her little body, violently.

“No,” Buffy cried defensively, “not Xander, I swear,” she added whispered, terror radiating off of her body. “Stop shaking me William, please,” Buffy pleaded of her former lover. “The baby, please, Will.” Buffy began cry, large wet tears of fear and pain ran down her pretty face like rain. This deterred Spike from shaking her and he immediately stopped, but he continued to grill her with questions and accusations.

“That little piece of shit that showed up, at your birthday party?” Spike asked, his insecurity flared up and reared it’s head, unfortunately. “Richard, that was the fuck’s name, right?”

“Richard was just a guest, William” Buffy groaned, sore from the pressure Spike was putting on her body. “Nothing more,” she added. “I haven’t even heard about that kid since my birthday, honest.”

“Then who?” Spike hissed, his blue eyes flicked from indigo to amber, in just seconds. “Who’s the little spawn’s Da?” He glared into Buffy’s honest emerald eyes and asked the question, repeatedly.

“You,” Buffy spat, her tone was breathy and harsh. “You’re the father,” she repeated through drying tears, with a smug, triumphant smirk on her pretty mouth.


A/N: The next chapter (and final, maybe an epilogue right after) will explain some facts about the baby. It will also reveal the very different reactions by Giles, Dawn and the gang to Buffy’s pregnancy. Spike will be estatic, of course, when he finally is convinced he’s the father. But, this is Spike, the vampire, and he is determined to seek revenge on the people he holds responsible for his and Buffy’s break up in the first place.

Thanks, luv S

HE’S BACK…




Chapter 2:


Spike stared down, in complete shock, at Buffy. First he glared at her obviously swollen stomach, where her child was growing, daily. Then he stared into her beautiful green eyes that were so wide with terror and pain now.

“You’re lying,” he mumbled, his voice was raspy, strained from yelling just moments earlier. Spike searched Buffy’s eyes, looking for the tiniest spark of truth in the statement she’d just made.

“I’m not,” Buffy whispered, staring right back into Spike’s eyes. She had stopped crying, thank God, he noted, but her emerald orbs were still shiny and wet from her previous water works.

“I’m not lying, Spike,” Buffy murmered again, the exhaustion in her voice tugged at the vampire’s unbeating heart. Buffy must have been worn out, completely, by now.

‘She’s still slaying,’ Spike reminded himself with regret. He had followed her for three nights straight, noting that Harris, Willow and even that bloody ponce Giles accompanied his Slayer on those nights. This was why Spike hadn’t approached Buffy before this, because of those bloody losers with her. Spike was not ready to kill off his beloved’s friends just yet. That would come soon, though.

“Lying whore,” Spike hissed down at her, his normally human blue eyes were now bright yellow, like his demon’s.

“I’m not…” Buffy began to say when he cut her off with his next harsh words.

“Vampire, luv, remember?” Spike growled at her, but his words were tinged with sorrow. “Can’t get you pregs with dead sperm, now can I?” He finished with a sour smirk and pulled her body up to his.

Staring at her, still, straight in her eyes, the vampire asked again, roughly, “Whose?” He grimmaced at her, trying hard not to let his William personna show up and attempt to comfort her.

“Yours,” Buffy repeated softly, “I swear on Dawn’s life, the baby is yours, William.”

Spike swallowed hard and searched Buffy’s eyes again, finding no hint of lies or deceit in them. He scrunched his brows together and gently lay his Princess back down on the bed, then quickly collapsed next to her.

Lying on his side, Spike wrapped his right arm about her, protectively and pulled her against his own shaking body. Stunned when Buffy buried her head into his chest and began to sob softly, once again.

“I swear,” she whispered against his chest, “this baby is yours too. It is, Will,” she continued between sobs, “on my own life, I…”

“I believe you,” Spike replied in a raspy whisper as he began to stroke Buffy’s back with his hand. He pulled her chin up so he could look into her tear filled eyes again and was shocked to see the reflection of his love in them.

Leaning into her, with his mouth, Spike kissed Buffy tenderly on her swollen lips and snuggled her into him even more. He did believe her, totally, now. Buffy could never lie to him, she’d never been able to do that, since day one. Spike ‘knew’ she wasn’t lying to him now. As fantastic as this whole thing was? As impossible as it should be, Spike realized that Buffy and him were going to have a child together.

As the couple lay there, just holding onto each other, desperately, Spike allowed the phenomenal revelation to finally sink into his mind.

‘I’m a Dad,’ he thought to himself, the excitement began to grow in him and he felt tears in his own eyes. Within mere moments, Spike was so overwhelmed at this prospect, that he squeezed Buffy too tightly and she let out a little squeak of pain.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he began anxiously, “I’m sorry for squeezing you so…” Suddenly, Spike broke down and began to sob, words of apology sprang from his mouth, barely understandable.

“I’m sorry, Princess,” he sobbed uncontrollably, “sorry for everything. For that night, in your house, in your bathroom. I hurt you, but I was so hurt, so lost without you. Wanted you back, needed you. I love you so much, baby, love you, love you,” he began to chant as he cradled Buffy and rocked her to him.

“Shhh,” Buffy cooed, her own tears had stopped when his began, “it’s all right, William,” whispered, comfortingly. “I know you love me, have always loved me. I was just too stupid and proud to admit it back then. I can now. And I can admit that I love you too. You believe me, about everything, don’t you?”

Spike nodded and kissed Buffy’s forehead, then her mouth, then the tip of her funny little nose. He cuddled her up to him and held her as tight as he dared to. His mind and unbeating heart screamed to him ‘yours’ as he wiped the tears from first Buffy’s warm face, then his own.

‘She’s yours,’ he told himself, proudly. ‘Buffy and the baby, their mine, always will be mine.”

Finally, after they had calmed down, somewhat, Spike asked the inevitable question of ‘how’ this pregnancy had happened.

Buffy smiled, softly at him and quipped ‘the usual way, Will’ then giggled.

“That’s not what I meant, sweet,” Spike smiled at her, running his hand down her damp cheek. “I mean, how did ‘I’ father a child? Do the others know?” He asked, suddenly, unsure of the answer and a little confused, still.

“Yes,” Buffy whispered, averting her eyes from him. “They know, all of them. They know I’m pregnant, almost five months and that you’re the father.”

Spike saw the sorrow in Buffy’s eyes and it cut him to the core. “They hate the baby, don’t they?” he asked in a quiet voice.

“Yes,” Buffy answered honestly, with a loud, sad sigh. “Xander most of all, he tried to talk me into an abortion but…”

“I’ll kill him,” Spike hissed, his rage was beginning to overwhelm him again.

“No,” Buffy cried fearfully, “I didn’t listen, told him to butt out. Along with Willow and Dawn, too,” she added in a hushed tone. “They all wanted me to get rid of the baby, William.”

He noticed that she was using his given name an awful lot, but Spike didn’t mind. In fact, he liked it, that Buffy was seeing him in a ‘manly’ light, instead of just as a demon.

“Dawn too?” Spike asked, hurt that his ‘Bit’ had turned against him also.

“Yes,” Buffy sighed, her voice heavy with sorrow. “Xander gave ‘his’ version of that night, in my bathroom to Dawn. She hates you, and this child now. I’m sorry Will,” Buffy murmered and cuddled into him even more.

“I see,” Spike replied in a harsh, but controlled tone. ‘I really will rip that fuck’s head off,’ he assured himself as he pictured what he was going to do to Harris.

“Willow was in such a bad place, after Tara died and…” Buffy was again cut off by a stunned Spike.

“Glinda dead? What happened,” Spike asked with a sad gasp.

“That bastard, Warren killed her. Shot her, while trying to kill me. I was hit, but not so bad and…”

Again Spike interrupted his mate, “you were shot!” he bellowed and touched her tummy with his cool hand. “The baby?” he mumbled, his head began to hurt from the not knowing.

“Is our baby all right?” he asked his Buffy, clasping her to him, possessively.

“She’s fine, Will,” Buffy replied softly. “She’s going to be fine, and don’t worry,” Buffy giggled again, causing Spike to smile. “Our daughter is going to be one ‘hell’ of a human.” Buffy grinned up at her guy, all of the pent up love she’d held for so long just radiated off of her.

“A girl?” Spike whispered, giving his sweet love a quick peck on her mouth.

“Uh huh,” Buffy replied quickly. “A healthy, kick ass little girl,” she added with a wicked grin. “Thank God for sonar and modern technology, huh?”

“Yeah,” Spike whispered, trying not to cry again. That was just too damn unmanly for a master vampire.

“Willow?” Spike frowned briefly, “she’s against our baby too?”

“Willow got really bent, William,” Buffy sighed with a shake of her blond head. “Went off the deep end after Tara died. She, Willow, turned all dark and evil, like the bad witch from Wizard of Oz. Took out Warren Meers and ran his buddies, Johnathan and Andrew off. Last I heard they were in Mexico. Good riddance, I say,” Buffy finished with a snort.

“And now?” Spike asked.

“Willow’s better, but she’s still bitter, like Xander and Dawn. Only Giles is on our side, mine and our daughter’s that is.” Buffy frowned, then smiled again quickly.

“Giles, he calls our daughter a miracle,” Buffy hummed as she snuggled back into her Will’s strong chest. “He says that our baby is a prophecy fullfilled. It was Giles, and Anya that talked me out of the abortion. They’re together now, Giles and Anya, as a couple. I’m glad for them.”

“Me too,” Spike said evenly. “Old Rupert went up a few notches in my book, standing by you and the baby. Good for him that he and the demon bitch are together.”

“Giles says that the baby is a fullfillment of the Powers that Be. They had a hand in this, don’t they always?” Buffy chuckled softly and then purred under her William’s soft hand.

Suddenly, Buffy flinched and pulled away from Spike, a new look of fear in her eyes.

“The Watcher’s Council,” she began, cautiously, “they know about me. About us and the baby.”

“How?” Spike asked, his anger beginning to rise. He felt the ‘warning’ signs show up and he was worried.

“Xander called them and told them,” Buffy mumbled. “Giles wouldn’t, so Xander did. He thought it was ‘his’ duty to warn them that a slayer and vampire were about to become parents together. Such a noble guy, huh?” She rolled her eyes and gave her child’s father a sarcastic look.

“And?” Spike growled, not even needing to hear Buffy’s response to his question.

“The council wants to be present when the baby is born. They’re going to lay claim to our child, Will,” she hissed, sadly. “They say that I’m their property, therefore this child is theirs’ too.”

“Like bloody fucking hell this baby is theirs’ the bloody pillocks!” Spike cried loudly. “They can kiss my undead arse if they think they’re going to take you or my child away from me!” He pulled Buffy closer to him, held her tight and nuzzled her warm golden head with his mouth.

“I know,” Buffy whispered, “they’ll never touch our child. I’ll kill them all before…”

“Buffy,” Spike murmered as he rolled her onto her back and lay on top of her. “Let me make love to you, please,” he whispered in a low, husky tone. “I’ve missed you so, love you so much, please.”

“Yes, make love to me, please William,” Buffy sighed in pleasure as she relented to her lover. “I’ve missed you too, and I do love, Will. I do.”

Spike began to kiss Buffy’s mouth, then her neck, gently. He undressed her slowly, and ran his tongue down to her breasts, then her swollen tummy, the house for his child. He could swear that he ‘heard’ his daughter speak to him. Spike ran his lips and tongue down Buffy’s tummy to her cunny and began to make love to her there.

“William,” Buffy gasped as he ran his cool tongue along her cunny lips, then latched onto her clit. “Please,” she whimpered in desperation.

“Please what?” he halted his ministrations and looked up at her.

“I need you in me, now, baby,” she sighed in blissful surrender. “Please be in me.”

Spike halted his activity and crawled up her body to position himself over his woman. He slid into Buffy, with his cock and began to thrust gently into her.

“That’s what I want,” Buffy moaned in pleasure, “make love to me Will. Never stop, please,” she groaned as she writhed underneath him.

“Never stop,” he repeated, “I’ll never stop making love to you, my sweet.” Spike began to thrust harder, careful not to hurt Buffy or their baby inside of her.

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted Buffy,” Spike murmered as he licked her neck with his cool tongue. “To make love to you, make you a part of me, totally. We belong to each other, you realize that now, don’t’ you?”

“Yes,” Buffy rasped as she began to push her hips up to meet his thrusts. “We belong to each other,” she repeated, mesmerized by his movements, the depths of his love for her. And her’s for him.

When they came together, Spike bit into Buffy’s sleek neck with a roar, using his human visage. Buffy screamed out her release and fell back onto the bed, completely exhausted.

Spike collapsed on top of his mate and slowly began to rotate his hips into Buffy’s. Drawing out the pleasure of their lovemaking for as long as he could.

Finally, he pulled out of Buffy and rolled onto his back, pulling her up on top of him. Buffy stretched out over his body, completely limp and sated. As he was.

The vampire ran his strong hands down his mate’s body, whispering sweet words into her ears. He felt his love begin to drift off into sleep.

“Stay,” he pleaded, quietly. “Can you stay?” he asked as he kissed her forehead and cheeks.

“Yes,” Buffy murmered, half asleep already. “I sent Dawn to my Dad’s, in LA. Just this morning. She’s going to school there, not here in Sunnydale.”

Spike felt his precious Princess cringe in emotional pain. “Dawn wants to be as far away from me as possible,” Buffy whispered, the sorrow in her voice nearly broke Spike’s heart. Nearly that is.

‘Mine,’ Spike thought to himself, smugly. ‘Buffy’s completely mine now,’ he grinned as he breathed in the sweet scent of her hair. ‘No one to bother us,’ he continued happily. ‘Just me and her. Except…’

Spike remembered the betrayal of Xander Harris, the pain he’d caused Buffy. Forget the witch, Willow, even Dawn, who was out of their lives forever, if they so wished. Even Anya and Giles were not problems. They had each other. But Harris? Spike was sure that the whelp would create havoc in Buffy’s and his unlife until the end of time. And Spike just could not have that, now could he?

Xander Harris had always lusted after his Buffy, Spike was well aware of that. He’d made a fool of himself over her, for years. It was time to end this charade forever and send the whelp away, permenantly. Buffy would want it, as Spike definitely wanted it.

Buffy was sound asleep, worn out and slightly snoring on top of Spike. The vampire smiled at the sound of his mate’s slumber.

“Sleep baby,” he purred as he rolled his beloved over and onto her back. “Sleep and dream, dream about ‘our’ future together,” he whispered into her warm ear. He watched in quiet delight as Buffy smiled in her sleep, but did not wake up.

‘So tired, my sweet,’ Spike grinned down at his lover. ‘Sleep well. I’ll be back before you wake, Princess,’ he assured her, silently. He kissed her soft lips, tenderly and watched her, making sure Buffy was sound asleep before he left their bed.



Spike pulled away from his soon to be bride and dressed quickly. He watched Buffy, lovingly, as he hurried up the steps of the ladder and out of the crypt. The sun had set and this was now Spike’s time. After he closed the crypt door behind him, Spike made sure it was ‘locked’ securely from the outside. Just in case his bride woke up too early and decided to leave.

Practically running, Spike headed to his Harley, parked on the outside of the cemetary. He started the bike and went in search of his prey, Xander Harris.

Spike found the construction company yard that Xander was now head of. He parked his Harley a block away from it and sauntered up the front gate of the yard.

With one, hard yank, Spike pulled the gate off of it’s hinges and stalked towards the darkened building that held the foreman’s office. The vampire grinned in satisfaction when he saw one lone light on in the building.

Spike stalked over the building, noticing the new Lexus parked outside of it. ‘A private parking place, Harris?’ Spike chuckled softly to himself. ‘Moved up in the world, haven’t you?’

When he looked into the window of the building, Spike saw Xander Harris talking on his cell phone. The ponce actually was wearing a suit, for God’s sake. Spike noted that the whelp looked as stupid as always, Armani or not.

“I don’t give a fuck who’s on strike,” Xander was screaming into the phone. “Hire scabs for all I care, but get some workers out to that job site. I’ve got my own problems Tito, take care of this. Now!” Xander clicked off the phone and tossed it onto his desk with a frustrated grunt.

“Moron,” Harris hissed as he opened his desk drawer and took out a bottle of Jack Daniels. The dark haired man took a long swig of the bottle and tossed it back into the drawer.

Because of his vampire hearing, Spike picked up Xander’s whispered words.

“I hope Buffy comes to her senses,” Xander mumbled, “and soon. When the Council takes the spawn of Satan from her, I’m going to make my move. Take Buffy and get the fuck out of this town. She’ll thank me for it,” Xander assured himself. “Buffy’ll realize, finally, that I’m the long haul guy. Not some undead, bleached blond Billy Idol wanna’ be.”

Xander leaned back in his chair and grinned up at the ceiling. “Can’t wait to fuck…”

“Fuck who?” Spike asked as he stepped into Xander’s office. “Just who are you going to fuck, whelp?” he smirked at the shocked look on the dark haired ponce’s face.

“Yourself?” Spike chuckled as he closed the gap between himself and Xander’s desk.

Xander, to Spike’s delight, anxiously glanced about the office, probably looking for some escape from the master vampire.

“No way out,” Spike stated the obvious with a devilish gloat. “You’re trapped whelp,” he stated the even more obvious.

“You,” Xander stammered, anxiously, “you’re gone. You’re not supposed to be here. Not now, not ever. We…”

“We,” Spike hissed angrily, “did nothing,” he growled. “You,” he continued as he leaned over the desk and glared into Xander’s eyes. “You’ve done quite a lot, haven’t you boy?”

“Get out,” Xander hissed at Spike, pulling a cross from his desk. “Get the fuck out of my office and out of Buffy’s life.”

Spike laughed out loud at Xander’s pathetic attempt to ‘scare’ him off with a crucifix. Vampires were ‘afraid’ of crucifixes, of course, but not when the bearer of them was worse then the demons themselves.

“You’re pathetic attempts and running me off won’t work, Harris,” Spike hissed as he made his way around the desk and knocked the cross from Xander’s hand.

“Buffy,” Xander began, his brown eyes wide in terror, “she’ll hate you forever if you hurt me,” the boy whimpered.

Spike reached out and grasped Harris by his throat, then lifted him up off the ground.

“I doubt that, fuckface,” Spike growled up at Xander’s shocked face, in glee. “In fact,” Spike continued matter-of-factly, “I believe that my ‘wife’ will be more then happy to see you gone.”

Before Xander could utter a word, Spike choked the very life out of him. The fool hadn’t even put up a struggle before the vampire finished him off, with a quick snap of his stupid neck.

Without a second thought, Spike tossed Xander’s corpse back into his expensive ergonomic chair. He stopped at the door of the office and grinned at the dead body of his nemesis, “let’s just turn out the lights, huh?” he asked the dead man who stared, lifelessly at him. “California is in the middle of an engergy crises, again,” Spike clucked. “Wouldn’t do to waste wattage, eh whelp?”

Spike flicked off the lights and literally ran out to the street and his Harley. He sped home, to Buffy and their crypt, praying to all that was evil that she was still asleep.

He found her, sleeping still, on the bed where he left her. Her tiny right hand was flung over the spot that held their child, protectively, while her left hand was positioned under her head.

Spike stripped off his clothes and lay down by his lover, taking her gently into his arms. He peppered her face with soft kisses and stroked her naked form with his long, cool fingers.

“Hi,” Buffy whispered, her eyes barely opened to greet him. “Sorry,” she continued, guiltily, “I must’ve fallen asleep.”

“Yes, you did,” Spike whispered as he leaned in to kiss her lush mouth with his. “But I just loved watching you sleep, luv,” he added with a wink. “Can’t wait to watch you sleep forever,” he murmered.

“Forever?” Buffy asked, her eyes wide in puzzlement.

“Close your eyes,” Spike murmered softly as he positioned himself over her little warm body. As he kissed her lips, passionately, Spike pushed his cock into her welcoming cunny, gently.

“I love you, Buffy,” Spike groaned as he thrust into his lover. “I’ll always love you, for eternity. Do you love me?”

“Always,” Buffy breathed her answer as she accepted her lover’s pleasure within her.

Spike began to kiss and lick Buffy’s sweet neck while he pummelded into her body with his. He sucked, tenderly at her neck’s pulse point and then, suddenly, he bit into her, burying his fangs deep within her.

“Will,” Buffy cried out in hurt surprise. “Please, Will,” she continued to plead, her voice becoming weaker by the second.

“It’s for the best,” Spike mumbled as he sucked her life’s blood from her body. “We can only be together this way, baby,” his muffled words fell on deafening ears.

Spike drank from his bride until he felt her dear heart’s beating slow down then nearly stop. He licked her neck wound until the bleeding ceased and listened for the baby’s heart beat. The little tyke’s heart beat on, steadily and strongly, bringing a satisfied smile to Spike lips.

Biting his wrist with his own fangs, Spike fed his weakened Buffy his own blood. Noting that she drank from his wrist, greedily, Spike felt empowered beyond anything he’d ever known.

“Sleep,” he whispered as he bit down again onto Buffy’s neck and said the word ‘mine’ three times. He heard her reply with ‘yours’ then her own cry of ‘mine’ as he lay on top of his bride, and his childe.

For over twenty-four hours, Spike watched as his Buffy metamorphised into his vampire bride. He waited, patiently, as she slept and regenerated herself.

Finally, after what seemed like eons, Spike heard the words he’d waited to hear for years.

Buffy opened her emerald green and golden eyes. She grinned up at her handsome mate as he smiled, lovingly down at her.

“Husband,” Buffy cooed seductively at her Spike. Her savior.

“Hello my wife,” Spike purred down at the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen in his life, or unlife. Buffy was truly ‘his’ savior.

The new vampiress accepted her mate’s kiss and took him by his huge hand, with her tiny one. Placing their joined hands on her stomach, Buffy smiled softly and said, “ours” in whispered awe at the life still growing in her undead body.

“Ours,” Spike nodded and kissed the place on Buffy’s stomach, just above where he could feel their sleeping, unborn child.


A/N: Okay, that was a stretch, I know. But I always believed that Joss and ME meant for a Spuffy baby to be born, eventually. Maybe the rumors are true? Maybe, Dawn was their child from the future? Hmmmm.

Anyway, I might write an epilogue later. I need to finish up my other WIP’s. Thank you to anyone reading this and please review. Like I said, this was like my first fic that I ever wrote. Luv, Spuf

HE’S BACK…




Epilogue:

Summary: Sixty years have passed since Spike turned Buffy and they fled from Sunnydale.


The woman, with the silver streaked hair strode up to her front door, unassuming, as always. She looked through her peep hole and nearly fainted when she saw ‘who’ was standing there, on her front porch.

“Spike,” she gasped, unable to stop herself from unlocking and opening the front door. She eyed the sunglass wearing male in front of her. His shock of silver hair, his chiseled cheekbones? Even his black, leather duster, ensemble alerted the woman to just ‘who’ this person was.

“Spike?” the woman murmered, unsure as to how trusting she should be of this being in front of her. Then she remembered…it was still daylight out.

‘How could Spike, or William the Bloody, as he had once been known, stand in the daylight of Sunnydale? Even in sunglasses?”

“Wrong family member, Aunt Dawn,” the American accented male purred with a familiar smirk.

“Oh my God!” Dawn Summers-Crawford gasped in awe. “You’re the boy, my sister’s son?” She turned pale as a ghost and raised her hand to her mouth.

“True,” the handsome man on her porch chuckled. “Aren’t you going to ‘invite’ me in, Auntie?” He grinned at the woman, before removing his sunglasses to reveal the emerald green eyes beneath them.

Dawn stared into the eyes of her sister, Buffy Summers, from long ago. “Come in, boy,” she offered, weakly.

The strange ‘young’ man sauntered into the house that Dawn had shared with her husband, her late husband, Connor, for over fifty-five years.

“Sit down,” Dawn pointed at the plush sofa in the living room. The younger man grinned and plopped down on the inviting couch.

“Thanks,” he smiled at his elderly aunt, trying not to peruse her, too much, that is.

“What’s your name, nephew,” Dawn asked first, unsure how to address this… Well, this, whatever he was.

“Robert,” her nephew grunted, evenly, “my Dad’s middle name. When he was human. It was Robert.”

“I see,” Dawn nodded. “Can I get you anything? A drink? Water? Some refridgerated blood?” The old woman cackled, sarcastically.

“Nah, I’m fine,” the green-eyed replica of Dawn’s sister, Buffy’s lover grinned. Or at least he had her sister’s eyes, that is.

“Clem,” Dawn began, hesitantly, “your dad’s best friend, here in Sunnydale. He told us, after everything, back sixty years ago. Clem said that your Dad, Spike, that he turned my sister. Took her away and that ‘you’ were born. A year or so, afterwards?”

Dawn grimmaced, a sharp look of pain in her blue eyes. “Clem left Sunnydale for good. We, not any of us, ever heard from him again. I never knew,” Dawn continued with a sad sigh. “What exactly happened to my sister, Buffy. Or your Dad and you?”

“They headed overseas,” Robert replied, matter-of-factly. “Took up shop in Europe. Had me and went on to…”

The ‘youngster’ Dawn noticed smiled, wickedly. “Let’s just say they survived, as vampires, for a while anyway,” he chuckled.

“You can’t be all human, right?” Dawn asked, eyeing her nephew, suspiciously.

“Nope,” the male hybrid answered. “Would I look so damn good, after sixty years if I was?” He laughed, loudly, causing his still lovely Aunt to laugh with him.

“No,” Dawn almost giggled, reminding Robert of his own mother. “You wouldn’t look so damn good at all, eh?”

“I’m a ‘daywalker’ Aunt Dawn,” Robert informed her. “I can walk in the daylight, but I am my Father’s son. That’s why I wear glasses, for the day, that is. Oh,” he added quickly to assure his Aunt that she was safe. “I’ve never drank human blood, just like my folks, after a while anyway,” he smirked.

“So,” Dawn hummed, thoughtfully, “your Dad and Mom, they’re in Europe?”

Dawn flinched when she saw the sorrow in her newfound nephew’s green eyes.

“They’re gone,” Robert sighed, sadly. “About a year ago. Both of them,” he relayed with a heavy ‘unbeating’ heart.

“How?” Dawn murmered. Her blue eyes filled with regret.

“Mom and Dad,” Robert began, his green eyes filled with mischief. “They started kicking demon ass, about fifty or so years ago. Made quite the name for themselves, in the demon world over in the old country. Mom was out one night, by herself, against my Dad’s wishes,” he continued quietly.

“She’d come across a couple of really nasty vampires, ugly brutes, as Dad would call them. I don’t know why Mom went alone, this night, that is. But she did,” he looked so sad that Dawn took his cool hand in hers.

“Me and Dad,” Robert continued softly, “we came across them, Mom and the vampires, fighting. Too late,” he added with a sorrowful sigh.

“Oh God,” Dawn, gasped, her heart ached for her lost sister. “Buffy? She…”

“Gone,” Robert replied evenly, “along with Dad. After Mom was staked, by the fucking bastards? They ran off. Dad, he grieved over Mom’s ashes, until just before the sunrise. I told him that he needed to seek shelter,” Robert continued in a defensive tone. “Told him that Mom would want him safe.”

Robert shook his golden head, sadly, “he wouldn’t listen. Dad that is. Just before the sun’s rays covered us? Dad turned back to look at me, told me he loved me. But that he loved my Mom more. His ashes fell over my Mom’s and afterwards? I collected them, together and placed them in a golden box. Buried them in a holy place, just outside of London. They’re together, always, Aunt Dawn,” Robert’s lower lip trembled with emotion.

“Oh, Robert,” Dawn began to weep, softly and she held her nephew’s cool hand in hers.

“I went after the two fucks, sorry Aunt Dawn, that killed my Mom and caused my Dad his pain. Ripped them apart with my bare hands,” the young hybrid explained in a quiet voice.

“Good,” Dawn admonished her nephew with a sigh. “I just wish we’d known more, about your Mom and Dad that is. And you,” Dawn finished, sullenly.

“What about you? The others?” Robert asked, curiously.

“Well,” Dawn grunted, “I’m old, you can see that right?” She grinned at her handsome nephew, wickedly. “Had a good husband, but no children. I guess the Monks that made me decided to leave that little function out, eh?”

“Oh,” Robert nodded, aware, apparently, of what his mother had told him about the ‘Key’ that had been sent to save the world.

“Giles and Anya?” Dawn continued with a fond smile, “they went on to marry, finally. Had a couple of kids and all. About twenty years ago, Giles decided to finally retire, officially. He and Anya went on a world cruise. Dawn’s mouth contorted in pain and Robert kept silent, waiting for his Aunt to relay the information.

“Giles died, on the cruise,” Dawn grimmaced. “Anya returned to Sunnydale, right after, but she was never the same. Their kids, Elizabeth and Sammy? They tried to keep their Mom’s spirits up, but it was no use. Anya died, about fifteen years ago, a mere shell of the woman she’d been. The woman she’d been when she was with Rupert Giles that is.”

“I see,” Robert said, his eyes and mouth void of emotion.

“Willow,” Dawn scrunched her gray brows together, “she went on to open a Wicca studies group. Made a go of it, for a long, long time. She never really settled with a one time mate, though,” Dawn sighed. “I guess after Tara, it was never going to be the same.”

“About five years ago? Willow passed on, too,” Dawn shrugged, almost indifferently. “It’s the way of the human world, Robert.”

“About Xander,” Dawn continued, without missing a beat. “We always ‘knew’ that it was your Dad that killed him. No question there, but for whatever reason? We accepted it, no questions asked. Weird, huh?”

The old woman raised a gray brow at her nephew, perhaps hoping for some closure now.

Robert avoided the Xander Harris line of topic. Both of his parents had explained, years before, as to what and why had happened to the great betrayer ‘Xander’ Harris of Sunnydale.

“I have to go,” Robert stated simply, standing up to take his Aunt’s leave. “Before I do,” he smiled at the old woman, “I need to give you something my Mom gave me.”

Dawn stared, carefully, at the necklace that Robert, her only ‘living’ relative held out to her.

“It’s the necklace, I gave your Mom,” Dawnie gasped as she spied the golden chain that held the pendant she’d chosen, sixty some years before. It had been Buffy’s birthday and Dawn wanted to get her something special.

The necklace was 10 karat gold, true. But it was the pendant that meant so much. It spoke volumes, the little pendant had.

It was a gold filigree shaped heart, with a ruby gem in the middle. Nothing so grand or huge, but appropriate, at least for a Slayer. The ruby gem had a slim, gold, stake-like pin that ran through it. Dawn had thought it ‘funny’ when she’d picked it out, years before for her sister.

“Mom wanted you to have this,” Robert said, a slight tremor in his voice. “She said you’d understand?”

“I do,” Dawn whispered, her own voice filled with regret and sorrow. “I understand, completely.”

“I’m off,” Robert announced blithely. He headed for the front door of the pleasant home.

“My mate, my Cassandra,” she’s waiting for me. Robert explained, without shame.

“Vampire?” Dawn asked with a slight grin.

“Totally,” Robert replied, proudly.

“Goodbye, Robert,” Dawn leaned up and kissed her nephew’s cheek, tenderly. “We’ll never meet again, of that you can be sure.”

Robert nodded and hurried to his motorcycle, the one his Father had rebuilt for him.

The Daywalker Vampire hurried back to the motel room, in Sunnydale, that his mate waited for him at.

When he entered the room, he found his lover, naked and asleep on the rented room’s bed.

“Cassie,” Robert murmered, trying to wake his eternal mate from her slumber.

“Robert,” Cassie beamed as she opened her blue eyes and grinned at her husband.

“Did you see her? Your Aunt Dawn?” The vampire stretched and motioned for her lover to join her on the bed.

“Yes,” Robert purred as he divested his clothes and flopped down beside his willing mate.

“She, Dawn,” Cassie mewled as she ran her hands down her ‘man’s’ arms and chest. “She bought your story?”

“Totally,” Robert grinned down at his mate. He began to reciprocate his lover’s movements and touches.

“So,” Cassie chuckled, merrily. “Did you convince your Aunt that your Mum and Dad were dust? Mere boxed ashes in a museum in London?”

“Spose so,” Robert laughed, heartily. “Made her think, like Mom wanted, that they were gone, forever from the real world. Got all the gossip my Mom wanted, then some,” the handsome hybrid grinned, mischiviously.

“Didn’t let the old woman know that your Mom and Dad are unalive and well, living in the Florida Keys?” Cassie pulled her mate down to her naked body, running his cool hands on his cooler body.

“Nope,” Robert grinned, “just like Mom and Dad ordered. “Told Aunt Dawn nothing they didn’t want her to know. Gave her the pendant, to fuse up the deal. Just don’t know why Mom and Dad wanted to be so secretive and all.”

Cassie, Robert’s wife, Buffy and Spike’s daughter-in-law, shook her head, then laughed. “Your folks,” she began with an evil chuckle, “they are a pair. Maybe they just want some closure for your Aunt Dawn. Even if it’s a pile of batshit!”

The hybrid/vampire couple laughed, riotously, as they snuggled down into their makeshift bed.

“You’re my salvation, you know that, right?” Robert smiled down at his ‘woman’ with relish.

“You’d better believe that, Mister,” Cassie cooed up at her ‘man’ lovingly.


Down in one of a dozen or so Florida Keys? In the Atlantic Ocean, thousands of miles away from Sunnydale, or even California? A still blond haired master vampire and his equally blond haired ex-slayer lay, snuggled up together in their massive bed.

“So,” Spike murmered casually, as his still young looking, beautiful mate, Buffy, ran her red finger nails down his still strong chest. “You think our son’s happy, luv?” He sighed in pleasure as Buffy continued her stroking, down to his cock and balls.

“Damned if he shouldn’t be,” Buffy chuckled, coyly. “We raised him to be, if he isn’t?” She rolled into her William, more closely, and blew into his ear. “Then it’s his own bloody fault,” she purred as she bit her mate’s neck, affectionately.

“You know,” Spike began, a proud, arrogant tone in his deep, British voice. “Best thing, smartest thing I ever did? Was to turn you, sixty years ago, my sweet.”

He pulled his ‘only one’ to him, forcefully and began to pepper sweet kisses on her face and neck.

“I’ve always brought the best out in you William,” Buffy murmered, sweetly.

Without waiting for a moment, Spike aka William the Bloody, flipped his beautiful wife onto her back and plunged deep within her. With is cock that is. His mouth and tongue made short, wonderful work of hers.


A/N: That’s the end, folks. Thank you and please read and review. Luv, Spuf