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I'm back from the Summer Circuit and business is slowing down so updates will be coming more regularly and with more frequency!
Chapter Ten

Thank god I wore a dress today so it doesn’t take me more than a second or two for me to make myself look like I didn’t just have amazing sex on my living room floor. It’s Spike I worry about as I look around to see how much of his clothing he’s managed to don. He’s gone however, and along with the sound of the front door opening I hear the faint click of the basement door easing shut.

Thank god for vamp speed . . . not something I ever imagined myself being grateful for.

Mom comes into the room carrying a load of papers and way too many grocery bags. I know there’s two of us but we just don’t eat that much in a few days. I jump to take some of the heavier ones.

“Was there a sale at Ralph’s?”

“Oh, thank you for getting that. I’m beginning to see the up side of having a super strong daughter.” Mom grunted as she shifted her remaining bags and followed me into the kitchen, “Actually, I discovered this afternoon that I have to make a buying trip to Paris and between stocking up on animal blood and making sure that you had enough to eat for the next several days . . . well, this is the result.”

“You’re going away?” I’m not so sure this is good news. Things are getting weird and Mom’s presence would have had a dampening effect on whatever the hell is going on between me and Spike. Yes, he’s hot and yes the sex so far has been phenom, but I’ve never completely lost control around someone before. I’ve had sex all of three times in my life, the last two in the space of 24 hours with someone I could honestly say I hated before the events of the past week. I may be seventeen, but I’m not a ho’ bag who has no control over her hormones.

“Oh, honey, I know the timing is bad, but it’s really unavoidable. I feel a little better now that Spike is around to watch your back. He’s quite a nice young man. I had a long conversation with him this afternoon when he woke up. He seems very concerned for your welfare.”

“Spike?!?!?”

“Yes, Spike. I think he’s having a very rough time of it. Do you know he has no memory of what happened to him between the time he fell through that Amalgam statue and last night? It’s all very strange. He’s very polite for a vampire, though. At least he’s much more polite than that Angel person. I have to say, Buffy, that I still don’t like him very much. I know you explained about his soul, but he seems like a very angry individual; even now that he’s supposedly back to normal.”

I can feel my back going up. I may not be sure whether or not I still love Angel, but I feel I should at least try to defend him. On the other hand I just don’t have the energy so I let it drop.

“When will you be back?”

“I leave tonight on the red eye and I should be back by this time next week. I know you still have a few days of school left. I trust you won’t decide to play hooky while I’m gone?”

”Mom, I’ve been responsible for saving the world. Twice. I think I’m responsible enough to make it to Biology Class.”

“Mom smiled, “I know. It’s just that now I know about your extracurricular activities it’s much easier to worry about High School than whether or not you’ll be killed while I’m gone.”

“I doubt that. It’s usually quiet in Sunnydale during the summer,” I say crossing my fingers that this summer won’t be much different than last year when I was in LA with Dad.

Mom pulls out a quart of blood, “Well, I need to pack. Why don’t you heat this up for our guest while I run upstairs to get ready?”

~~~~~

After I get my kit back on I sit, stunned, on the edge of the cot Joyce provided for me. I just had sex with the Slayer and not only was it the most phenomenal thing that’s ever happened to me it also feels extremely familiar; one more thing that doesn’t jive with my memories.

I wish I could remember what happened to me after I was sucked into that bloody statue. I get the feeling it would explain a lot of the weirdness I’m currently goin’ through.

Speaking of weirdness, what’s this about me having a soul! I’ll break the witch’s neck if she’s magicked me into a brooding, pathetic excuse for a vampire like Peaches! It can’t be true, but I realize it must be true as the mere thought of hurting Red makes me feel ill.

What the bloody hell am I gonna do. I’d rather be dead than turn out like Angelus, filthy and hiding in dark alleys, surviving on rats or worse.

Then there’s Buffy. My spirits lift as I think of the Slayer and how she makes me feel. If having a soul means that I can spend more time near her then it may very well be worthwhile. I feel alive in a way I haven’t since I met Dru in that London alley.

Speaking of Dru, I wonder what’s become of her in the past few days. For the first time I can remember, thinking of her doesn’t fill me with love and purpose. I guess that one way trip she meant to send me on cured me of any feeling I had for her.

Odd.

Then again, it’s not so very odd if you think about it. Once I met Dru I never spared Cecily another thought. I never even bothered to go back and kill her proper like Angelus wanted.

Sounds of movement from above break my reverie and I smell Buffy as she passes the basement door. Once again I’m hard as a rock and it takes every ounce of control I possess not to rush upstairs and make the Slayer mine again. I’m surprised by the sound of a growl and realize it’s coming from me. I’ve changed into game face without even realizing it. The demon urges me to take what’s mine and I’m halfway up the stairs before I’m able to get myself under control.

I barely manage to force myself to walk back down the stairs and to the center of the basement when I hear the basement door open and feel Buffy move down the stairs. I’ve met her halfway down and am on top of her before I even realize I’ve moved.

~~~~~

Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Don’t stop! Keep touching me! Don’t ever let go! Don’t ever stop!

Spike rolls over and we crash down to the basement floor; hips writhing together like battling cobras. Spike’s broken my fall which means I get to be on top. Yum!

Before I can enjoy the fruits of my position Spike’s flipped us over assuming the dominant position. He grabs my hands in each of his and pushes them above my head. He’s in game face. I can’t remember whether or not he was when I entered the basement but he is now and a low growl erupts from his chest. The vibrations drive me wild.

I lean up to kiss him but he ducks down instead grabbing the base of my neck in his teeth, without breaking the growl. Somewhere deep in my mind I realize that this is the exact wrong position for a Slayer to be in but I can’t seem to make myself care. I arch my head baring my neck completely to him and wrap my legs around his jutting hips. Again the nagging voice of reason pipes up that this isn’t exactly the actions of someone who is not a ho’ bag but again I can’t seem to make myself care.

A whimper escapes my lips and it seems to jolt Spike into action. Before I know it he’s bitten me; hard enough to break skin but not hard enough to hurt. Actually hurt is exactly the opposite word for how Spike’s bite makes me feel. I feel him take a short draw from where his teeth have sunk in and electricity jolts from my neck right down to the center of my being. Spike withdraws his teeth and grinds out “Mine!” before lowering his head back to my neck to take a second pull.

I hear a voice that sounds like mine whimper “Yes! Oh yes! Yours! All Yours.” but I don’t pay much attention because my left hand has started to tingle like it’s been thrust into a power socket.

Both Spike and I break apart slightly to look up at out hands as flames erupt from where Spike holds my left hand in his right. Spike rocks back on his heels pulling me up with him and our joined hands fall between us as we stare at the cold, painless fire which encases but doesn’t spread from our joined appendages.

tbc





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