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Spike and Buffy walked for what seemed like hours through the winding maze of tunnels. The spoke very little, both still uncomfortable with the other.

For the most part Buffy let Spike lead the way. They would only choose a path after he would reach out with his sensitive hearing, listening for anything up ahead of them. Several times they managed to avoid, what probably would have been, dangerous confrontations.

What worried him were the demons that he wouldn’t be able to sense. He knew a little bit about the first demons, enough to know that not all of them were as corporeal as their present day counterparts. The evil mist that was their ever present companion was proof enough of that.

Buffy was struggling. The tiny amount of food she had consumed during her captivity, combined with exhaustion, and the let down after the earlier adrenaline rush had her on the edge of collapse. She kept pushing herself forward though. Spike, so far, showed no signs of weariness and she didn’t want to be one who held them back. Not when he was doing such a good job at avoiding the demons that inhabited this eerie place.

The unfamiliar and conflicting emotions that she was having concerning Spike also added to her exhaustion.

This was Spike, her mortal enemy.

The thorn in her side.

The fly in her Chardonnay.

No wait. That was an Alanis Morissette song.

God, she was so tired her brain was starting to go wonky.

It was just so strange for her to feel grateful for his presence, yet at that moment she was so thankful he was here, without him she was certain she would have happened upon some kind of demon by now and in her state there was no way she would survive the battle.

Grateful for Spike.

Never did she think she would feel grateful for Spike in her life.

What kind of vampire was he? Not only did he kill Slayers, but he also made deals with them?

Shouldn’t he be more like Angelus and rip her throat out at the first opportunity?

Especially since she was in such a vulnerable state, she wouldn’t be able to stop him if he decided to attack her.

Angelus certainly would never have offered her clothing to wear, much less wash her back.

And what was up with that? The feeling of his cool hands on her had been one of the most erotic moments of her young life. The night she shared with Angel had been full of tender awkwardness. It hadn’t even held a candle to feelings she got from her impromptu scrub by someone who wanted her dead.

None of it made any sense to her and in her tired state it was hurting her brain to go over and over it. She just didn’t understand why he was working with her, why he didn’t just kill her?

‘What would he have to eat then?’ A little voice, which she recognized as the Slayer in her, whispered.

Buffy stumbled. She recovered quickly and stared warily at the bare back of the vampire in front of her.

Out of the corner of his eye Spike noticed Buffy stumble slightly, his first instinct was to reach out and steady her, but he quickly over rode that inclination by reminding himself who she was.

This was the Slayer who put him in a wheelchair for all those months.

She was the one who made him helpless while Angelus shagged Dru in front of his very eyes.

His shoulders tensed as he remembered the humiliation and pain he went through because of this very woman and for a few minutes his demon raged inside him to kill her, forget about the long term plans, and just kill her.


She saw him glance towards her before continuing on. Then she saw him tense visibly.

The silence suddenly became deafening and she swore she could almost hear the mist above her hiss in excitement.

“Spike? Are you ok?” She asked hesitantly.

He spun around and glared at her with yellow eyes. Buffy backed quickly away from him.

“Sure, luv, I’m just peachy keen. I mean I’m trapped in a fuzzy dungeon, with some weird boogey-boo above our heads, forced to make nice with you, of all people. What on earth could be wrong?” He growled out as he moved closer and closer to her. She continued to back up until she felt the damp moss pressed against her back and legs, the moisture seeping through the red shirt and into the T-shirt she wore.

“Spike…” She began weakly, but didn’t know how to continue. The look in his eyes made it clear he was the predator. And she was his prey. That realization snapped her spirit back.

“Look if you want to whine about this situation, I think I have more reason to be upset than you.” She said snottily. “Hello, half naked here.” She gestured down at herself.

His eyes swept down her body to her bare legs and she swore the hunger she saw in the golden depths changed. It was still hunger, but a different kind. Then it was gone and blue eyes replaced gold. The answering tingle between her legs made her question her own sanity. She swallowed thickly, trying to get her body under control.

“God Slayer, you are a right pain in the arse aren’t you? Why don’t you shut your bloody mouth and let me scout out the area, that way we can avoid any big monster that would use you as a toothpick.”

“Oh yeah, like I’ve been talking your ear off.” She muttered as he backed up giving her back her personal space. She tried to convince herself that she was glad he stepped back.

They started to move again, after a few minutes Buffy couldn’t help but ask. “Why did you agree to this partnership?” Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

Spike wanted to snap at her that he never agreed to another partnership, but he knew that was a lie. As soon as he met her eyes upstairs, he knew they were going to work together to get out of here and more than that, he had been relieved at the thought of having her on his side. She gave him hope that one day they might make it to freedom.

When he took so long to answer she filled in the answer herself. “It was so you had something to eat wasn’t it?” Spike spun around again, he found himself strangely hurt that was her first assumption and the fact that she could hurt him made him angry.

“No, that isn’t why I agreed to this.” He snapped.

”Then why did you?” She asked, her tone still accusing. “Huh? Why would you team up with me? You hate me. Why else would you want to work with me?”

Spike ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “You know what, just forget it. You go your way and I’ll go mine. This partnership is off.” He stormed off down the tunnel, but he didn’t get very far before turning around and walking back towards her. “And for you information, you stupid bint, I actually agreed to this because I thought if anyone would be able to fight their way out of here, it would be you.”

“Really?” Buffy asked him, her anger and suspicion replaced by pride that he thought so highly of her skills.

“Oh don’t go puffing all up.” Spike lowered his head embarrassed now. “I just know you can handle yourself. Its not anyone who could face those blokes upstairs and not piss themselves.”

“First of all…ewww. Second, thanks, I guess. Although if we don’t get to stop or find me some kind of food soon, I won’t be much help at all.” Buffy felt strange admitting that she was starting to lose her stamina, but she figured she needed to let him know before it became a serious problem.

Spike sighed and ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “I know.” He admitted. “Problem is I don’t see anything in the way of food for you. I don’t know what you are going to eat.” He thought for a moment. “We could always hunt down another demon and see if you could eat that.”

Her look of disgust and shock made him shrug his shoulders in irritation. “I don’t bloody know.” He hit the large claw that he was still carrying from the first batch of demons they dispatched against the wall. The truth was he was worried, without food she wasn’t going to last too long down here. He didn’t want to consider what this place would be like without her.

“And if I die from not eating than there goes your food supply.” Buffy filled in what she assumed, had him so upset.

Spike turned back towards her angrily. “That wasn’t what I was thinking. Why do you keep assuming that?”

“Gee, let’s see, maybe because you are a soulless vampire, who has killed two Slayers before and has tried to kill me more than I can remember.” Buffy shook her head. “What should I believe, that you really want me here just because I can help fight? We both know that once your hunger gets out of control I’ll be in just as much danger from you as the rest of the creatures down here.”

“Unlike your boyfriend, I know how to control myself.” Spike growled at her, eyes glowing again.

“I see that.” Buffy snapped.

With that so did Spike’s patience.

He had her backed up into the wall again so fast she didn’t realize they had moved. She didn’t even have time to think about struggling of fighting him off when his face changed completely and he dove for her neck. She let out a weak cry, but it cut off abruptly when she felt his fangs pierce her skin.

Time seemed to stop. It hurt, but not in a bad way. It was like when she had chicken pox when she was younger and her mother had left her alone for a while and she had set about itching and scratching them. It had hurt when she broke them open, but the pain was almost a relief compared to the itching she was feeling.

This felt a lot like that only here she didn’t even know she had an itch. When he started to pull on her blood, her body arched up into his and she felt comfortable in the strong lean frame that seemed to fit her perfectly. She swore that the blood he was pulling out of her was coming directly from between her legs. Specifically from that one little part of her that she knew was responsible for causing pleasure.

It was over as abruptly as it began. He pulled away from her after a few draws, leaving her breathless and weak kneed, staring at him in awe. His human face was back in place and there wasn’t even a drop of blood anywhere to prove that he had even bit her. She reached a shaky hand up and lightly touched the bite marks on her neck just to make sure she didn’t just imagine that.

She never knew getting bit could feel like that. The Master biting her sure didn’t feel like that.

“Now if I wanted to kill you I would have done it.” Spike spoke angrily. Buffy just stared at him dumbly, still trying to get her brain to start working again. “That little bit I just took for you should hold me off for at least three days, because your blood is so powerful. I don’t want you dead Slayer, you won’t be any help to me if you are dead.” Spike didn’t want to say that after feeling her warm body arch up into his when he was biting her, he didn’t know if he would ever be able to kill.

Neither of the Slayers he had tasted before tasted as sweet as she did. The one in China had a spicy flavor to her blood, as if all the incense they burned in their temples worked its way into her flesh. The one in New York had a musky taste to her blood, it wasn’t unpleasant, but Spike hadn’t even drained her completely. The musky flavor combined with sheer richness of her blood made him almost sick after a while.

Buffy was a whole other story. She was sweet and flavorful, full of power and strength, with a perfect balance of spicy and musky to give it body. Spike didn’t even have to force himself to stop drinking from her, just a little bit had more than satisfied his demon’s need for blood. Its need for sex was a different matter. Spike pulled his coat in front of himself, protectively. If the Slayer saw what kind of reaction he was having towards her right now she would probably rip his head right off.

It was disgusting really. Vampires shouldn’t have thoughts or urges like that towards Slayers. The fact that it was the demon that wanted her, while he was protesting never registered.

“Now we need to find you some food don’t we pet?” He asked her trying to get some sort of response from her. She just continued to stare at him glassy eyed.

“Slayer? Anyone home in there?” He waved his hand in front of her face. Was she thinking of ways to kill him? Did he send her into shock? He stepped closer to her again.

Was that arousal he smelled coming off of her? Spike grinned a self-satisfied smirk, before he wisely hid it. Looked like he wasn’t the only one who enjoyed himself.

“I’m ok.” Buffy finally spoke. “I’m ok.”

“You sure?” Spike asked her.

She nodded.

“Well then, let’s find you food and then someplace to rest for a few.”

Again, she just nodded.

Spike turned to head back the way the came. He turned back when he didn’t hear her following him. “Come on pet.”

Buffy tried to take a step away from the wall, but her shaky legs had her falling to the ground with out the support behind her. Blackness started overwhelming her vision.

“Bloody hell.” Spike yelled rushing forward to help her up. “Dammit Slayer, you should have told me you were already feeling weak.” Spike cursed himself internally. He didn’t take nearly enough blood to have any sort of effect on her, unless she was already severely weakened.

“I’m ok.” Buffy said again, blackness was all she could see even though her eyes were still open. Part of her was yelling and screaming for her to wake up get it under control, but her body was too exhausted.

“Sure you are.” Spike said. He looked around them as he held her tightly around her waist. He didn’t want to let her sleep here because it was way too open for his taste, but he hadn’t seen anything else much better. “Why don’t you take a little kip and I’ll keep watch for a while. Then when you wake up, I’ll get some shut eye, ok?”

Buffy nodded against him. He felt her nuzzle his bare chest and he almost dropped her. “Come on pet, none of that. What would Peaches say if he knew you cuddling up to me?” Actually that was the only appealing thought about her cuddling up to him. It certainly didn’t feel good to have a warm Slayer in his arms while she seemed to want to crawl inside of him.

She didn’t answer him, at least not in words, just a slight incoherent mumbling against his skin. Her warm breath against his skin was quite distracting.

Needing to get some distance between them Spike lowered her to the ground and removed his duster to cover her with it. He lifted her head and managed to pull one of the sleeves up and fashion it into a pillow of sorts.

He looked down at the almost unconscious Slayer and couldn’t help but be proud of all the uses he was getting out of that duster. That Douglas Adams fellow thought a towel was thing to take on any adventure; he obviously never had a coat like this.

Spike paced back and forth for a long time, while the Slayer fell into a deep sleep. He kept listening for any sort of trouble heading their way so he could wake her and get moving at a moments notice, but nothing headed their direction. Still keyed up from the Slayer blood and unable to sit still he began to shadow box, to work off the excess energy. That didn’t even keep his attention for very long.

Finally bored he sat down near the Slayer, still sound asleep. He started studying the walls around them trying to detect any type of weakness in the stone walls.

Next to him the Slayer murmured in her sleep and rolled over towards him. She seemed to sense his proximity because she shuffled closer to him and wrapped her arms around his outstretched leg and put her hand on his thigh.

Spike froze.

He knew he should push her off him; yell at her for using him as a pillow. Instead he found himself lightly stroking her hair as her warmth soaked into his leg and moved through his whole body.

“I am so bloody fucked.” He said with a sigh.





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