Buffy groaned, surprised to find herself waking up in another strange place—or at all, really. She'd figured when she'd been at the mercy of three vampires that her life was at its end. However, she was in a bed now, though she doubted that meant she was actually safe. She tried to move her wrist, only to remember that it had been broken. But she was unchained, and she struggled to get up despite how weak she felt.
"Stay put."
The forceful words were accompanied by a tug at her whole body, and Buffy felt useless to do anything but comply. She turned over to see Spike sitting on the edge of the bed, glaring at her.
"What…what happened?" Buffy asked weakly.
"He made me claim you. Tried to…wouldn't let him do it again. He took Drusilla. You're mine."
Buffy frowned, his words not making sense to her. "I'm not yours," she said, though even as she spoke, something inside of her rebelled against the words.
"You are mine," Spike said coldly. "I gave you my mark, and I said the word. You're mine." His demeanor changed suddenly when he jumped to his feet, roaring as he ripped a light fixture from the wall and threw it against the door to the hotel room they were in. Buffy clutched the sheet that was draped over her more tightly around her, her eyes widening in fear.
"It's all your bloody fault!" Spike yelled, turning on her. "Couldn't let him take you, too. Had to have my sodding pride."
Someone banged on the wall next door, earning them a loud "Fuck off" for their troubles. Spike's eyes flickered with yellow as he set them on Buffy. "She said she hates me, and it's all because of you. You had to show up with whatever vendetta it is you have and make my dark princess hate me."
Despite her weakened state, Buffy felt herself working up a little righteous indignation. This night had seen her kidnapped, nearly raped, and bitten by a vampire—again—and it was somehow all her fault? "Excuse me? You're the one who insisted on doing whatever it is you did to me. And if by 'dark princess' you mean that nutbag vamp who helped snag me tonight, then you're better off."
Spike snarled, smacking her hard across the face. The blow drew fresh blood, and his demon came roaring forward at the scent. The loss of his sire's affections meant less to the demon than it did to the man. This girl was his. She wore his mark, not the other way around as it had been with Drusilla. Her blood was that of his demon's mate, and it inflamed him, begging him to take what was his, and he was on her in an instant, sucking her lip into his mouth and groaning at her taste.
Buffy knew she shouldn't be letting this happen again. Once had been too much, and she was still weak and sore from everything she'd been through in the past couple of days. But her body was hit with such an overwhelming rush of lust that she couldn't help her reaction. The marks on her neck tingled as she reached for Spike, tugging at his clothes. She cried out in loss when he pulled away, only to relax when she realized he was just undressing.
Spike was soon under the sheet with her, sliding inside her warmth again. Although the pain was less than it had been the previous time, it was still there. However, Buffy didn't care, the intense desire she felt outweighing anything else. She clung to him, the outside world melting away. All she knew was white hot desire and the need for his cool body to quench it.
She anticipated his bite before she felt it, and Buffy arched into his fangs. She felt her blood being pulled into his mouth, and she wanted it, wanted that connection with him. She needed it to feel complete. She saw his neck so close to her own mouth, and she couldn't resist the urge to taste him, to break his pale white skin with her teeth.
Spike's eyes widened at the first feel of her teeth in his neck. When she began to pull on his blood, his hips bucked harder, his eyes rolling up to the back of his head.
They broke apart as they came together, crying out their mutual pleasure. Spike trembled and collapsed against her, his demon feeling more at peace than he ever remembered it being before. He licked the marks he'd made on her neck and murmured, "Mine."
Buffy's eyes were already drifting shut, exhaustion catching up with her. She felt a jolt go through her as he licked her wounds and she leaned up to do the same to his, echoing him as she did.
"Mine."
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When Buffy woke again, she felt better than she had in a long time. All her body's aches and pains seemed to have melted away overnight, and she realized with surprise when she flexed her wrist, that it was no longer broken.
She also had a cool, hard body pressed against her, his arm and leg pinning her to the bed. Her eyes widened as she tried to struggle to get free, only to find that while Spike may have been still sleeping, her movements were definitely waking up a certain part of his anatomy.
Buffy grew still, taking a deep breath. How had she gotten into this? How had she ended up sharing a bed with her mother's killer? She'd willingly let him into her body twice now, and as she felt him growing hard against her backside, she knew she would again.
She remembered how strong her lust had been the night before, although everything after it hit was hazy. All she remembered was intense need followed by incredible pleasure. She'd had no control over herself, the overwhelming desire seeming to come from someplace else, a force taking her over.
She gasped when she felt Spike pull her to him, lifting her leg over his so he could slide in from behind. She tried to pull away, but he held her in place, his tongue moving over the marks on her neck until she moaned, arching back into him.
Buffy felt the same sort of lust she'd experienced the night before, only a weaker version now, not as overpowering. Spike was sliding in and out of her, slowly licking and sucking her neck without breaking the skin. The touch there was gentle, but it was sending shocks straight to her clit, making her arch back against him until she came with a strangled cry, Spike's own orgasm following shortly afterwards. He quickly fell asleep again, and Buffy wondered if he'd even been fully awake in the first place. The only change she noticed in him now was a soft rumbling from his chest that sounded suspiciously like purring.
Buffy thought to herself that a purring vampire was the lamest thing she'd ever heard of as the gentle sound and vibrations lulled her back to sleep.
It was much later in the day when she woke the next time, and she was feeling decidedly less comfortable than she had before. Her bladder was reminding her that she hadn't emptied it in a while and her stomach was growling. She pulled away from Spike, grateful when he let her go, even though he immediately moved to the spot she'd just vacated, as if still seeking out her warmth.
Buffy used the bathroom, then stopped to look at herself in the mirror after she washed her hands. Despite the small mark on her neck where Spike had bitten her, there was no sign of all she'd been through over the past couple of days. She flexed her wrist, confirming that it really had healed. Had it not been for the vampire still asleep in the next room, she could've almost convinced herself that it had all been a dream.
But it wasn't. She was in a hotel with William the Bloody…and he was sleeping. It wouldn't exactly be the most sporting move she could make, but she knew it would be easy to kill him now. All she needed was something wooden and…
Buffy doubled over in pain, the thought of killing Spike now making her physically ache. She rubbed the marks on her neck, wondering what he had done to her. The fast healing, the lust she couldn't control, and now this… He had done something to her, something to change her.
She turned towards the shower, a sudden awareness of everything that felt caked on to her body. She turned the water on as hot as she could stand it, wishing she could just burn off a layer of skin and make it all go away. She stepped into the stall and grabbed the soap, scrubbing herself vigorously, wanting to wash him off of her and go back to being herself again.
When she got out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel, pulling it tightly around her. She walked back into the main room, remembering then that she was without any clothes of her own. Spike's were in a pile beside the bed, but she wouldn't put those on. Instead, she remained wrapped in the towel, sitting in a chair with her knees pulled to her chin.
Spike saw her sitting there when he woke up. He reached slightly towards her for only a moment before letting his arm drop quickly to the bed. "Come back over here."
"No," Buffy replied, hugging her knees tighter. She couldn't let him touch her anymore, couldn't let him keep having that control.
"I said come here."
Buffy felt the marks on her neck tingle, but she stayed put. "And I said no."
"Get in this bed. Now."
The tingle on her neck grew stronger, and Buffy stood, the towel falling to the floor. Spike was on her the moment she was back in the bed, and she surrendered, letting him take her again and again.
*** *** ***
Buffy sat up in the bed, the sheet pulled almost to her chin, as she watched Spike get dressed. "Where are you going?" she asked as he sat down with his back to her and started putting on his boots.
"Find some food," Spike replied.
Buffy's stomach turned. She knew he'd want to touch her again when he came back, and she also knew she'd most likely be powerless to stop him. She thought about him kissing her with fresh blood still on his lips and knew she wouldn't be able to handle that. She stood, letting the sheet fall to the floor as she walked over to him, straddling his lap. She told herself she wasn't doing this because she wanted him or because she was already missing the way it felt when he was inside. She was doing this to save someone's life.
Buffy draped her arms over his shoulders, looking into his eyes. "Why go out when you can eat in?" she asked, punctuating the last word by tilting her head to the side, exposing to him her pulsing jugular.
Spike licked his lips, his eyes zeroing in on her pulse point. He'd spent hours inside of this woman, and already he wanted her again. Regardless, he shook his head, pushing down his desire. "I appreciate the offer, pet, and believe me, I will take you up on it later, but I meant food for you."
Buffy blinked, straightening her head. "Huh?"
"Your stomach was rumbling a bit ago, so I know you're hungry. Would've thought of it sooner, but it's been a while since I've spent this much time around a human. And I should probably get you some clothes, too. As gorgeous as that body of yours is, I don't fancy sharing it with the rest of the world, and we can't stay in this hotel forever."
Buffy slipped off his lap and to her feet, frowning in confusion. "So you're going to get me dinner?"
"And clothes," Spike added. He shrugged. "You might as well write down whatever girly stuff you need. I'll pick that up while I'm out, too."
Buffy tried to reconcile the man sitting beside her now asking for a shopping list and the vampire she'd spent the day with. She couldn't. "Um, okay. Just give me a minute," she said, getting up and finding a pad and a pen.
"Be specific. Brand names and whatnot," Spike told her. "Don't want to have to spend all night sniffing shampoo trying to find the right scent."
Buffy gave him a sideways glance at that, but did what he asked. When she'd finished, Spike took the list from her and started towards the door. He stopped right before leaving, turning back towards her. "If you run off, I will hunt you down and make you very, very sorry." He left then, locking the door behind him.
Buffy sat down on the bed again, knowing she had nothing to do but wait for Spike to come back.
*** *** ***
Spike was trying not to think as he walked down the aisles of the store throwing the things from Buffy's list into a basket, but he couldn't seem to help it. Too much had happened for his mind to stay quiet. Despite how enjoyable he'd been finding the young blonde's body, claming her as his mate had not been on the agenda. And last night when the chit had actually claimed him back, it had only strengthened those bonds. He doubted she had any clue what she'd done, that it had most likely been his demon guiding her to complete the claim, but that didn't matter. Blood was shared, words were spoken. The claim was complete.
Away from the girl now and the hold she had on him, Spike felt his anger towards her rising again. This was all her fault. She'd hunted him down in the first place. If she'd only stayed away, he could be with Drusilla now instead of having to bear the sting of his sire's rejection when he'd claimed another woman.
The fact that Drusilla had more or less rejected him already in favor of Angelus didn't seem to have any place in his internal rant.
He'd gotten a little of his own back where Angelus was concerned, but at what cost? Being saddled with a human mate and losing Drusilla forever? Had that actually been worth it?
But what he'd done couldn't be undone. Claiming bonds were permanent—not even the strongest magicks could be used to successfully break them. Although on the bright side, the chit seemed rather stupid, running into dark alleys to take on master vampires the way she did. Maybe she'd soon get herself killed.
Spike pushed down the roar of his demon at the thought of anything happening to its mate. He didn't actually care about the girl. His heart belonged forever and always to Drusilla. It was just the claim making everything go all wonky, making him think he cared.
He grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the shelf, popping the top open and sniffing it to make sure it was the right one before closing it back and adding it to the basket.
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