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This chapter is what everyone has been waiting for: Spike meets vampire Buffy and is a bit intrigued by her.

Please use discretion while reading this chapter: contains sex. sit and violence
Chapter 4

“Over here!” Angel yelled when he found an open warehouse.

Xander used his brute strength to push the door open, the two men and ghost enter.

“Check if there are any other ways in!” Xander yelled. He couldn’t get the image of vampire-Buffy’s teeth embedded in that innocent girls throat.

“Where’s Cordelia?” Angel asked.

Willow looked around and noticed the missing debutant. “Yeah, she was right here.”

“That Vampire got her.” Xander admitted. “Couldn’t do anything except run.”

“Oh god!” Angel called out, “She killed?”

“More than once, big brow. She killed that pirate, remember?”

Angel collapsed on the floor, suddenly his soul aching for its love, unable to comprehend it all. It was too much, Angel knew. Buffy would never be Buffy again, not from his experience. Her soul would haunt her for the rest of her life, condemning itself to live in purgatory for the deaths of her schoolmates.

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“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Spike rubbed his hands together as he watched the Slayer feed off the Cheerleader.

Buffy’s yellow eyes met with his, acknowledging his presence. She slowly lifted her head from her dinner and licked her lips. She let the corpse fall to the ground as she watched Spike come closer.

“Hungry, pet?” Spike smirked as he came within touching distance. “Tsk, tsk,” he wiped blood off her cheek, “You’re such a messy eater.”

Buffy watched anxiously as Spike licked his finger clean. When he stepped away, her eyes darted to the monsters with him then back to Spike’s form.

“Cat got your tongue?” Spike smiled when he saw her smile.

“You could say that,” she purred as she kicked Cordelia’s body over to reveal her costume.

“You’re not such an uptight wench, now, are ya, Slayer?” Spike eyed her outfit, his eyes gliding over her short dress, his cock twitched with lust.

“Not a Slayer,” Buffy gasped out, once again horrified at the implication.

“Yes, you are,” Spike bowed his head and moved closer to her, his eyes hypnotizing her. His fingers itched to touch her again, to caress her brow. Something was going on, something dark and sinister. Spike couldn’t help but be intrigued with this magically turned Slayer. “I’ve fought you.”

“No,” she insisted and stepped back only to stumble across the drunken pirate.

“I see you’ve been busy tonight.” Spike looked down at the rotting corpse and sneered. “Tasty meal you hunted for yourself?”

“I’m a Vampire,” she quietly reminded him. Something told her to mind her mouth when she spoke to him. He exuded power that the other Vampire didn’t. “There’s more. In there, I saw them go in when you came.”

Slowly, Spike stepped forward and kissed her cheek, allowing himself an indulgence of inhaling her scent. Suddenly torturing her was the last thing on his mind. “You don’t smell like her.”

“I’m not her,” Buffy whispered back, too shocked at his actions to return them.

“I’m beginning to see that,” Spike smirked. “Who’s your Sire? You smell like… family.”

Buffy looked around and then back at him, “I don’t know.”

“What’s your name then, little one?”

“I don’t know,” she whimpered but stopped when Spike’s hand cupped her cheek. “He called me Buffy.”

“Who?” Spike growled, his hand dangerously gripping Buffy’s face.

“The other Vampire, tall and,” Buffy gulped, “ensouled.”

“Don’t you dare mention Angelus in front me.” He pushed her away, causing her to run into the brick wall and chafe her arm.

“He said his name is Angel,” Buffy whispered while she held her arm.

Spike stretched his neck right and left as he tried to reign in his temper. “Didn’t you hear me, little girl?”

“Don’t mention him in front of you.”

“And yet you did,” he purred.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to mention,” Buffy shut her mouth as she saw Spike visibly tense.

“That’s it, a little lesson is in order, pet.” Spike grabbed her long hair and pulled her away from the building, only to throw her across the alley into another building. He jumped closer to her and rubbed his erection against her hip, “Lesson the first: Don’t mention the Poof.”

He twisted her around and punched her jaw. Buffy staggered against the building, unable to retaliate back. She felt a tightening in her stomach, arousal blooming throughout her body. Spike kicked her knee and watched as she fell to the trash littered ground. “Learn quick. Lesson the second: I’m the Master around here.”

Vampire-Buffy felt something underneath her hand; she picked up a piece of a shattered crate and stood up. This felt right, her holding a shaft of wood. With her arm pulled back she threatened Spike with the makeshift stake. He could smell the light arousal coming from her, but chose to ignore it. Wasn’t the first time he’s smelt it and Spike was sure it wasn’t the last.

“See, what I tell you boys? A Slayer! Sweet Meat!” Spike smirked and then grabbed her arm holding the stake. Her blood dripped from an open wound on her arm, distracting Spike momentarily. Lust hit his brain like an ocean wave; the scent of her blood intoxicated him.

“No!” She struggled with him, kicking and punching as they fought for control. The demons Spike brought with him were studying the dueling pair.

“Lesson the third: we already have our weapons,” Spike rasped as he gained control. Buffy’s body was now held still in his grasp as his mouth hovered about her neck. Spike threw the stake away and licked her dead vein, “Who am I?”

Buffy choked with emotion, she thought her unlife was over, but soon realized that the Vampire holding her and rubbing his erection into her had no immediate intention to kill her.

“I repeat: who am I?”

“My Master,” Buffy breathed. Suddenly she felt his fangs pierce her neck as he greedily drank from her. She felt his hands under her skirt, probing her feminine mound. She grasped at his duster, holding on to him as his other hand went to the catch of his belt, deftly removing it and undoing his jeans.

Spike used his body to shield their act from the other demons; he wrapped her leg around his hip but under his duster, giving them some privacy. She felt his penis rub against her bare skin, suddenly aware of what was happening. She groaned, trying to push away from Spike only for Spike to pull her closer and push them against the brick building.

With his fangs embedded in Buffy’s neck, he pulled on her blood harder, leaving her defenseless and weak. Carefully, he moved his hips to help his cock probe her quim. He was very happy to smell and to feel her arousal, despite her reservations. He growled around her blood, speaking to her with his demon. She whimpered back, her demon unsure. After a series of grunts and growls from Spike, Buffy’s body relaxed. Spike lessened the pull of her blood into his being.

Buffy gasped with shock and pain as Spike swiftly entered her. Breaking his hold of her neck, Spike gasped as he felt her skin rip and stretch around his member. Buffy brought her hands to his shoulders holding on to him as she lifted herself off of him and then slowly back down.

“Give in to me,” he commanded. He struggled to keep his composure as he deflowered her, taking Angel’s girlfriend’s virginity. He wanted to roar to the world of what he was doing, to let everyone know he had her first.

Her feral eyes met his as they moved together, blood dripped down her neck as Spike watched her. He licked his lips, tasting her Slayer-Vampire blood still on his lips. He moved against her, matching her downward movements.

“That’s right. I’m keeping you,” Spike chanted as he watched her face contort mirroring her feeling of pleasurable pain. He allowed her to move against him, finding herself with him.

Spike watched as her demonic face shifted on and off as she fought her way towards her brink. He held her thighs; his fingernails ripping into her flesh, allowing the pleasure of feeling her blood run down his hands.

“Tell me,” Spike commanded.

“I’m yours,” Buffy gasped out as Spike’s head fell forward to lick at the blood on her neck.

Spike smirked as he took one hand off her thighs and moved it towards her clitoris. Buffy’s body tightened as she felt him probe the sensitive bundle. She watched him watch her, unable to control her self.

“Take it,” he commanded. “Be mine.”

Spike tilted his neck to the side, giving Buffy permission to take his blood. Like a rattle snake, she attacked. Buffy felt like home as she felt his blood rush down her throat. Like something was missing until this moment, finally she found him, her Sire.

Spike pumped himself inside her, feeling the erotic pull of his blood. He felt her falter, her teeth slipping from his neck when her body started to quake. The violent tremors hit her womb and convulsed around his member. He pushed her further against the brick wall, allowing her orgasm to overtake him, too.

Slowly, he felt her soft body cradling his with her rough tongue licking at the wounds of his neck.

“Bloody hell, Slayer,” Spike groaned. “That was,” he paused while he thought, “something, wasn’t it?”

He felt her nod before burying her head in his shoulder. “Hey what’s this?”

“Nothing,” she mumbled; her face smooth once again. Spike forcefully removed her head from his shoulders and looked her in the eyes. “Are you going to kill me now?”

“What? You’ve got to be joking?” Spike helped her ease her legs down to the ground and backed away. “I don’t kill mine, and you’re mine.”

Buffy smiled through her tears. “Yours,” she agreed.

“Childe,” Spike spoke quietly, “You’re my Childe, I can feel it.”

“I am yours,” Buffy breathed as Spike’s lips kissed her neck, she felt his fangs scrape across the wounds. Buffy gasped as his teeth slipped through her skin, once again drinking her blood. She felt his erection nestled between her legs as he leaned against her. Moaning and resigning into his pull, Buffy gently humped against Spike. Her head fell back in ecstasy as he pulled harder on her blood.

Spike smiled, even though her blood was flowing through his mouth. No doubts about it; she still held Slayer blood, and it was all his.

Thoughts of Drusilla never entered his brain; instead all of his energy was directed at one source, the vampire in his arms. He slowly retracted his fangs from her neck and gently licked the wounds closed. He felt her blood filling up his dead body, merging with his.

She whimpered as he finished the task of making her his. It wasn’t a claim as some Vampire’s choose, but a rebirth for her. He took over the magical responsibilities of a proper Sire. He shared his blood with her, taking her. It didn’t matter which of his family member’s sired her, he would fight tooth and nail to keep her as his.

“So, pet. Now that we all are acquainted and such, where did you say they went?”

“In that building.”

Spike held out his arm for her. “Shall we, my dear? I believe my mates and I are a bit peckish and there is some tasty treats around.”

The monsters arrived at the door that the trio had gone through and started to pound on the door. Soldier-Xander picked up a large gate and set it in front of the door, on top of a few barrels, trying to block entry.

Soldier-Xander continued to block the entry when the monsters push the door open.

“Go!” he yelled at Angel and Willow. She tried to push Angel up from his position on the floor, but was unable to induce the old Vampire up with her ghost self.

The masquerading soldier shooed ghost-Willow away and lifted Angel’s arm around his shoulder, using his soldier know-how to hoist his large body up.

He dragged Angel’s dead body through the warehouse, hoping to get away from the pursuing monsters.

Willow led the group as they ran, knocking over boxes on the way. Angel woke up out of his stupor and started to run beside Soldier-Xander. Both men picked up large grating and tried to push off the monsters hot on their trail. Willow ducked into a small area surrounded by barrels. Soldier-Xander threw his grating at the monsters, only to distract them for a moment. He backed away as he watched them push the grating and barrels aside.

Angel struggled with his grating when he saw who followed the two monsters.

Buffy

He felt like his soul cracked as Spike came up behind Buffy, his hands splayed across her abdomen and bringing her back to rest on his front.





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