The following day, time moved at a snail's pace. Buffy attempted to continue her life, despite the chasm presiding in her chest. Even though her blood and mind didn’t scream for nourishment, her heart and soul cried out for her mate. Spike had provided the sustenance her body required, but he failed to offer solace her soul desired.
As the school day ended, Buffy made her way to the library to discuss further strategies with Giles. Upon her entrance, she was met with four pairs of inquisitive eyes. Giles, Jenny, Willow and Xander had all taken residence, along with a mountain of books, at the long wooden table. As her feet brought her toward the others, the silence encased her.
“Umm, hi?” Buffy’s voice broke through the stillness.
Buffy pulled up another chair and spied the numerous books and paper strewn about. As the others continued their work, Buffy spoke.
“So what are we looking at?” Buffy leaned to the side, noticing the books before them had volumes of literature on William the Bloody, aka Spike. “Her Spike!” Buffy's mind screamed.
“Giles, what is this all about?” Buffy demanded as she gestured to the books.
“Well, I felt that we needed to have more information on the vampire that is aiding in this charge against his once fellow cohorts,” Giles explained.
“And why pray tell are all of you wasting your time with that?” Buffy scoffed. Before Giles could respond, Xander put in his two cents.
“Since your lover boy threatened Giles last night, that’s when!” Xander blasted.
“What? What the hell are you talking about? Giles, care to explain?” Buffy demanded. After Giles gave Xander a poignant look, he explained.
“Xander is not entirely accurate about “threatening” per se. It is true Spike did visit me last night, well to be more precise, early this morning. He was quite upset that you patrolled alone last night. He strongly urged me to join you in any future outings. Despite his method, I do whole-heartedly agree. With Drusilla and Angelus in our midst, it would be wise that no one is left alone,” Giles explained as he continually cleaned his already immaculate glasses.
“That’s fine. But researching Spike is complete and utter bullshit!” Buffy hissed.
“Pardon?” Giles asked.
“Nothing. Believe me Giles I don’t think I was exactly alone last night during patrol. I would bet anything that Spike was playing peek-a-boo in the shadows while I was doing my Slayer’s duty,” Buffy assured the group.
“Ah, yes, but I do believe that until you and he work out your differences, that I accompany you, all the same," Giles explained.
“Fine, fine. If Spike wasn’t acting like a brooding brat, he could do it, but since he chooses to do so, I guess that you’ll play the sidekick. But the question remains, why are you looking up his bio? He was completely forth coming the other night about his part of the evilness that was the fab four,” Buffy explained.
“Well we were just checking on how accurate his stories were. He’s not Pinocchio, we don’t know if he’s telling the truth by the length of his nose.” Xander scoffed as he continued to flip through the weathered and yellowed parchment of the extensive novel before him.
“And?” Buffy asked as the edge in her voice commanded a response.
“He’s telling the truth.” Xander’s words were muffled as he tried to cover them with a cough.
“Nice try Xander. Vampire hearing, remember? Yeah, I knew he was telling the truth,” Buffy snapped.
“Fine! So Deadboy Jr. was telling the truth! It doesn't mean that we shouldn’t know who we are stretching our necks out for!” Xander huffed as he slammed the book. Willow shifted slightly, as she tried to cover the book that lay before her.
“I also see that Willow is looking at some sort of magic book. Again, nice try Willow, vampire sight. I can see the small print even from here,” Buffy explained.
“I’m sorry Buffy. Giles was a little freaked out by Spike’s visit. He wanted a disinvite spell. I felt that since I released Angelus onto the populous, that I could at least do some good with magic,” Willow explained as her usually porcelain features had a pinkish hue.
“Well, if it makes you sleep better at night Giles, then by all means do it. I really do believe that if Spike wanted a midnight snack, you wouldn’t be here right now,” Buffy sneered as she started to walk away from the group. She called over her shoulder before the library doors swung shut.
“Giles, I’ll meet you two doors down from my house to patrol. I advise you not to make Spike angry, be there at 11 p.m.”
With that, the hallways of Sunnydale High swallowed up Buffy’s angered form, as she exited the library. Four pairs of eyes watched in bewilderment at the angered Slayer/friend that had just left their presence.
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Buffy’s heated form stormed through the sun-filled streets of Sunnydale. After several miles of rage-filled strides, she slowed her steps as she began to look upon the streets of Sunnydale. Everyone was milling about, preparing for the holiday season, which was six weeks away.
Buffy’s mind started to ponder how quickly her life had changed since Halloween. Even though she was the Slayer, the only girl in the world to protect those that called it home, from the evils that went bump in the night, she had become so much more. Now she was mated to and was now part, of those that do the bumping. How quickly things had changed.
Before, she was in love, or so she told herself, with Angel. A May December romance. Actually, it was more of a May/two hundred years later, December romance. She felt that he was the love of her young life. He had seen so much, and her so little. She believed he would introduce her to the world. He would also protect her from all that would harm her. Then Spike came along.. Now, she truly knew what it is like to be shown the world.
Where Angel shielded and coddled her, Spike showed her the world and fiercely stood by her side to fight. Where Angel spoke in riddles, Spike told her the ugly truth. Where Angel hid his true nature, Spike embraced it and relished in all he was. This factor did bother her somewhat. Even though she wanted the truth, sometimes it was easier to look at everything with rose-colored glasses. Spike didn’t live on the river of "denile", and despite the depravities that he had committed; she had to respect him for his candor.
Above all else, once Angel lost his soul, he had become the monster that all the literature portrayed him as. Spike, conversely, was a walking contradiction. He craved blood, but he was willing to only feed, not kill. He was fierce and dangerous, but passionate and loving. The same hands and fangs that had killed thousands proceeded to lavish attention upon her flesh as if it was the sheerest silk. Always passionate, not enraged, despite how he craved her body and blood.
Buffy’s body shivered as her memories flooded with Spike’s skillful mouth and hands upon her heated form. Desire pulled at every nerve ending as she craved him, all of him. His fangs in her throat as his cock filled her depths. As she made her way home, she vowed that she would find him, despite what his intentions were. She would find him and consume him.
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The evening continued to drag by as Buffy waited for the clock to strike 11 p.m. Upon her arrival home, she had taken a long shower as she brought herself to completion several times with her fingers in her core, as her nimble fingers tweaked her peaked nipple. Despite her multiple completions, she remained unsatisfied. A meager dinner of leftover pizza and mindless TV rounded out her evening. Once she noticed the time for her to leave approached, her body hummed with anticipation.
At five minutes till, her feet thumped upon the frozen ground as she headed to her rendezvous with Giles. Buffy noticed that he sat, exactly where she had instructed. Within moments, she was seated in his car, and they were headed off to patrol. The silence that filled the car was stifling, but Buffy's mind was too consumed with lust to care. Her senses tingled with the thoughts of Spike.
As the duo pulled in front of Restfield Cemetery, Buffy was out of the door before Giles had ceased the engine. Buffy’s eyes flashed gold, her fangs descended, as Spike’s essence curled around her heated form. All of her screamed that he was close, but due to her fledgling status, she couldn’t pinpoint his exact location. For the next several hours, Buffy stormed through the headstones as Giles followed dutifully, but silently behind.
Buffy could feel Spike stalking her, almost taunting her. On several occasions, she swore that she could hear his baritone snicker on the winds.. After staking several newly risen vamps, the still enraged Buffy, called it a night.
“Absolutely stunning,” Spike’s mind purred as he watched Buffy stalking through the cemetery. Spike hovered, always down wind, from her enraged form. “The Watcher is lucky he heeded my warning, or next time I would have had to of gotten physical,” Spike inwardly growled. After several hours watching his everlasting erection remained untouched pushing against the zipper of his denims. Buffy decided to head home.
In the shadow of the trees, Spike watched Buffy scale her home and enter her bedroom. Endless hours later Spike, still stood vigil under her window. Despite the silence that enwrapped him, his mind and body were at war. His mind told him to leave, continue to bestow penance upon her. His body demanded his fangs and cock to be submerged into her tender flesh. His body won out, but with stipulations, from his mind.
As he stood in her room, he admired her form, that was bathed in the moonlight. Again he was envious of the rays that caressed her form. Unlike last night, he didn’t dwell. As he approached her bed, his demon emerged. He dragged his serrated tooth across his wrist, as the heady scent of blood filled the room.
Buffy’s eyes instantly flew open, as she smelled his blood. Before he arrived, her sleep was stormy at best. She could sense him outside of her window, long before he breached her room. Lightning-quick, Buffy tackled his form as her fangs sunk into his throat. As she fed from him, her cotton covered core, circled over his denim-encased erection. After two deep pulls, Buffy retracts her fangs from his throat. Before words could tumble from her blood stained lips, Spike pushed her form from his.
As the pair stared upon one another in a visual stalemate, lust-filled waves flowed from both of their bodies. Dual chests heaved, as each attempted to capture their breaths. Within moments, Buffy’s body again lunged for his. Once she landed, only the fibers of her carpet met her chest and hands. A sense of deja vu hit her, as her golden eyes looked upon the curtains that lapped outside the threshold of her window. Immediately, Buffy’s enraged form stormed to the window as she yelled into the night.
“Spike! You may have gotten away this time, but next time, you will heed!” As finality, Buffy slammed the window down as she stormed off to the bathroom for another needed shower.
As Spike’s shaky form stormed away from Buffy’s home, as he inwardly berated himself for his foolishness. “Why am I playing games? I have my mate, fangs in my throat, cunny wet and willing, and I am running back to my crypt to what, have a now needed wank!” Spike inwardly yelled.
Deep inside his mind, the man that Buffy had unleashed spoke. “She despises us. What and who we are she loathes. How can we forgive her after that?” As Spike continued to storm closer to his ‘home’ his mind continued to wage a war within its self.
**********
Buffy met the next morning with a newfound determination. Today she would find her mate and he would heed her. As the hot water droplets splattered over her still tightly wound form, she formulated a plan.
As the sunlight enwrapped her body with late Autumn’s warmth, she headed over to Restfield Cemetery. Last night as she angrily weaved throughout the gravestones, her nostrils pervaded with his essence. At first she chalked it up to her desires and her mind playing tricks on her. Then she believed that since he was “stalking” her as he remained in the shadows, she believed that it was just that. Due to his disappearing act again last night, she was determined to find him. Since she had the upper hand, while he was sleeping the sleep of the undead and the sun that struck her form, she would find him.
When she felt that she had reached the middle of the cemetery, Buffy stood among the grave markers as she closed her eyes. With deep even breaths, she tried to capture his scent. Despite the entire area coated with the heady musk, it seemed to hover thicker to her left. Her golden eyes opened as she followed several feet more. Deeper within the quiet graveyard, she closed her eyes again. The tendrils of the claim, reached forward in an attempt to locate him. Without opening her eyes, she continued to pursue the direction that her body beckoned her to.
Buffy’s body yielded as she felt that she had finally found him. As her eyes opened, she peered upon a crypt. The same crypt that he had brought her to the night, he kidnapped her from the hospital. A small giggle bubbled from her lips as she was mentally kicking herself for not looking here before. As the chuckle died in her throat, she strolled over to the crypt’s heavy wooden door. On the mental count of three, she kicked open the barrier that separated her from her mate.
The sound of the door’s reverberations sounded throughout the tomb. Immediately, Spike’s startled form flew from the marble sarcophagus. His demon surged forward, as he lowered his body into a feral stance. Through golden eyes, he stared upon his rage-filled mate.
“Good morning Spikey! Rise and shine! I felt that since you’ve been conveniently been visiting me while I made with the sleepage, I should return the favor,” Buffy snarled as she stood bathed in the bright sunlight of the day.
“Buffy?” Spike’s bewildered voice spilled from his lips, as his demon visage slipped away.
“The one and only! So are you ready to be a big boy…”Buffy asked as she peered down to the impressive bulge that was housed in his low-slung unbuttoned jeans, she amended her words. “Well bigger boy. Are we going to suss this out or what?” As she looked upon Spike, she could see that he was still angry with her. His gaze and silence spoke volumes.
“You know what? I’m done! I’m not going to try anymore! I’ve been driving myself out of my mind with how much I’ve…..look never mind. You are angry, for what I truly don’t know. You don’t even respect me to tell me even that much!” Buffy yelled as she turned to walk away.. Instantly Spike ran to the door and hovered on the threshold between the safe darkness of the tomb and the harmful sun’s rays.
“Stop!” Spike yelled as his hand reached into the sunshine. Instantly, his alabaster skin sizzled as the rays scorched his flesh. As his pain rolled through his injured body, Buffy turned and walked back towards the crypt. She remained on the threshold as she faced her mate. As he cradled his injured hand, Buffy spoke.
“I see that Mr. Sun isn’t too happy with you either. I guess your ability to bask in the sun has an expiration date. I guess you need to feed from me to keep it up. Well, that and the fact that it’s noon time, the suns at its hottest right now,” Buffy explained.. As she witnessed his azure eyes study her, Buffy’s anger abated slightly.
“Spike, so are you ready to tell me why you’re angry?” Buffy asked. With those words Spike’s face-hardened, as his pride and demon yet again took hold of him. His mind yelled, “Why doesn’t she know? How can she not know why I’m angry? Even with the claim, she’s so clueless!”
Buffy could sense his fury roll off him in waves. With a slight shake of her head, she turned and walked away with her words falling from her lips.
“Bye Spike. I’ll see you around,” With that she disappeared among the tombstones.
As Spike watched her form disappear in the sun, he felt a deep level of fury that he had never felt before. The waves of her disappointment, anger and sorrow filled him to the point of overwhelming torment. Upon the closure of the heavy barrier was the last sound he heard as his demon visage slid forward as he tore apart his new home.
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As she tried to keep her mind off of him, Buffy continued her day as scheduled; dinner, shower, TV, patrolling. When Giles picked her up for her nightly Slayer duties, the only words that transpired between them, was Buffy telling him that she wanted to patrol anywhere but Restfield cemetery. With a slight nod and not another word, they headed to another graveyard on the opposite side of Sunnydale, a town away from Restfield.
Several uneventful dustings later, Buffy instructed that she was done for the night. Again submerged in silence, they returned to her home. With quick strides, Buffy made her way back to her residence. Due to feeling all sorts of fury, and her mind being completely occupied, she didn’t hear anyone approach until she was flat on her back, covered with a snarling vamp. More specifically, Spike.
“Slayer, how dare you walk away from me today!” Spike growled as he hovered above her startled form. Within moments, Buffy received her bearings as Spike was thrown from her body. Buffy crouched into a feral stance, as her golden eyes and fangs emerged forward.
“How dare you demand anything from me! Do I need to remind you with my fist and fangs, that I am your mate, and I dare quite a bit!" Buffy seethed as her chest heaved as she tried to control her rage.
Without warning, he lunged. Buffy met his charging form with blows, from both her feet and fists. As the lovers continued to battle, neither one had the upper hand, both equally matched.. Minutes ran together as they bestowed upon one another the anger and hurt that was bottled up inside. Minimal blows landed as they continued to war. At one point, Buffy tried to use a roundhouse kick to the kidneys, Spike anticipated her movement, then grabbed her leg and pushed her away. As Buffy stood several feet away debating her next move, Spike instantly charged forward.
Immediately, she was under his form once more. This time, his fangs in her neck as his erection pressed into her already sodden core. Once his fangs sunk into her tender column of her throat, Buffy instantly stopped fighting, as the waves of pleasure filled her body. The fists that she used a moment ago for pain, clutched at his bleached locks as she held him to her throat.
Within moments, sound of ripping clothes filled the air, as they clawed at one another. Spike’s fangs extracted from her neck, as his bloody mouth met hers. In a flurry, Buffy’s core was exposed and Spike was surging forward into her welcoming heat. Dual gasps filled the night sky, as each felt a sense of completion that had been days in the making.
A myriad of growls and moans of sheer pleasure filled the air, as each sought their completion. Buffy’s back arched as her clit sought more friction, to accompany his fierce thrusts. Understanding his mate’s desires, Spike’s hand snaked down between them, as his talented fingers circled the distended nub. Instantly, the inner walls of her womb squeezed his cock as her body spasmed with her orgasm. Moments later, Spike followed her into the abyss of pleasure.
Each lover clung to one another, as their minds cleared from the pleasure their bodies had demanded. As Spike’s golden eyes gave away to cerulean, his gaze was filled with warmth. No longer did the blue depths' house anger. Buffy’s golden gaze followed suit, as her now green eyes looked upon the man above her. Still intimately connected, her mind rang with an apology that she never knew would
“I’m sorry.” Buffy’s mind was filled with his baritone voice. As her eyes welled with tears, she leaned forward to place a tender kiss upon his swollen lips. Spike begrudgingly extracted himself from his heaven, as he slowly stood. He quickly pulled his denims up, and immediately picked Buffy off the ground. As he lovingly cradled her form to his chest, within moments, her feet were touching the carpet of her bedroom.
The next several hours, each bestowed ultimate pleasure upon one another’s flesh. Sweet whispers, of apologies and devotion, spilled from the lover’s lips. After being completely sated, Buffy’s head was pillowed upon Spike’s muscular chest. As he lovingly stroked her golden locks, Spike spoke.
“Luv, I can’t tell you how sorry I am for being such a pillock these last few days,” Spike explained.
“Well, if pillock means that you were a complete and utter ass, then yeah you were. And yes, I accept your apology,” Buffy chuckled as she placed a chaste kiss upon his alabaster skin. After several beats, she spoke again.
“Without starting another fight, can you now tell me why you were upset?” Buffy asked as her concerned gaze captured his.
“You truly don’t know why?” Spike asked.
“Spike, if I knew I wouldn’t be asking. You are totally having girl logic right now. The female gender is usually the one that expects their partner to know how and why they fucked up, without them saying so. I clearly know your all male, so please enlighten me,” Buffy cooed as she cupped his now ever growing erection in her palm. Spike’s eyes rolled as his lids closed slightly, due to the sheer pleasure of her touch.
After several beats, he spoke. “Fine, I was angry because, well because…. this sharing of feelings things are not natural for me. In the era I was born the people then, made your stuffy Watcher look like a left-wing democratic nudist. Then, the whole vampire premise, well we are not much in sharing anything besides rage and lust,” Spike explained as he shifted.
Buffy sat up as her gaze stared down unto his. As her form moved, the sheet that covered her golden body, pooled around her waist. Spike leaned forward to capture her puckered nipple in his mouth. As he worked at the tip with his teeth and tongue, his thoughts pervaded her mind.
“It hurt that you felt anger and ashamed for what I am. I am a vampire, nothing more. I feed and kill. That is who I am. Please accept me; except me for all my faults and shortcomings. Buffy you are my light in the darkness. Please save me from myself.”
Buffy’s eyes began to well with tears as his thoughts filled her, touching deep within her soul. Her hand wound into his locks, as she spoke.
“You are so much more Spike, so much more. I will always be here to catch you when you fall,” Buffy whispered.
Spike pulled away from her flesh, as his gaze met hers. His hand wound into her golden tresses as her brought her forward for a tender kiss. As the passion ignited between them once again, Spike guided her form beneath his. He slowly entered her heated depths, their gazes never faltering.
Tears that hovered upon her lower lids, spilled down her cheeks as she continued to stare at the man above her. Still remaining within her, Spike stopped his movements. His eyes questioned her sorrow.
“These last few days, they were so hard. I felt so lost, like a ship without a port. No direction, no safe way home. I was so scared that I was losing or had lost you. Yeah, I may have talked tough today, but I wasn’t going to stop haunting you until you gave in. Call me Miss Stalker USA, but that’s the truth,” Buffy whispered as her eyes continued to pour forth salty tears.
“Oh sweetheart, I was such a fool. I would rather walk into the sun than hurt you. You need to believe that. This is all so new to me. What I had mistaken as devotion was just utter blindness. What I had with her pales to what I feel now. Over a hundred years, the only emotion that I’ve ever dealt with was rage and lust. Lust, well, I’ll always feel, especially with you.” Spike punctuated his words with a deep thrust. As he stilled his hips, he continued to speak. “And rage, well that’s easy, it’s it polar opposite that is hard,” Spike explained as his palm rested upon her tear-stained cheek.
“If you let me, I’ll help you with that,” Buffy whispered.
Upon her words, Spike felt his heart expand two fold. As his mouth met hers, he poured all the devotion and passion he felt in every touch.
Unbeknownst to the lovers that lay intertwined with one another, something sinister was transpiring across town.
*******
Angelus’ bulky form trapped another petite blond underneath him as he violated her with both fangs and cock. This woman was among the dozen nameless, faceless substitutes that he had imparted his fury and lust upon. As silent screams filled her eyes and her gagged mouth, Angelus roared his completion. With several violent thrusts, he pulled the last of her life-giving blood from her veins.
As her heart beat for its final time, he pulled himself from her core. Angelus flopped to his back, as he shoved her lifeless body from his bed. Her body thumped to the floor as Angelus lay somewhat sated. As he wiped the lingering blood from his lips, his mind drifted.
“Yet another failed attempt to replace her.” Angelus inwardly growled.
He pulled his naked form from his bed and stormed from his room. He was still filled with fury and lust, and he desperately needed to sate these primal urges. The dead woman that lay in a heap upon his floor was all but fleeting. Within several steady strides, Angelus burst through Drusilla’s chamber doors.
As he entered, Drusilla was feeding from the dead woman’s once companion. As the final heartbeat quivered in his chest, she pulled her fangs from his throat. As she lapped at the remains of blood, her golden eyes darkened at the sight before her.
Angelus strode forward to quell his impulses upon her pale flesh. As she began to meet him half way, her demon receded as her body started to rock back in forth.
“Incoming!” Angelus scoffed as he finally stood before her. When her gaze cleared, Angelus inquired what she had seen.
“Two gypsy moths flittering in the sun…. Clip their wings, clip their wings…. and all will come undone!”
Drusilla continued to sing these nonsensical lyrics as her body wavered as a flame in the wind. Upon realization of what this riddle may unleash, a maniacal smile graced Angelus serrated mouth as his mind filled with the horrors of what is to come.
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I hope all enjoys! This may be the last posting before Christmas. Very busy week! I hope all have a great holiday, whichever you and yours celebrate. Thanks again Sanityfair
Chapter End Notes:
Yes, Angelus is a sick f**k! He's one of the worse documented vampires. Now things are really going to get intense! Thanks to all that continue to read my rantings! Absolutely love the reviews too!