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Chapter 11
a/n: as some of you know, I’ve been having a little problem with this chapter and staying true to the original idea. So TY all for your help and suggestions, I have taken them all to heart and there are special sections in the next couple chapters that take in bits and pieces of your thoughts, too. I would like to TY personally Karen in CA because her ideas did inspire my muse, kicking it off the couch (away from the bad influence of my husband) and dragged it into the computer room.

Buffy was still lying on the bed when William came back into the room. It had been seven hours since she lost consciousness and it was driving him crazy. William didn’t mean to scare her unconscious, really he didn’t mean to. But the sweet scent of her fear and panic overwhelmed the young vampire, driving his demon to unbelievable lengths. William lay down next to her, touching her golden hair. He heard her pulse speed up; she was coming out of it. Smiling, he let his fingers move down and trace small designs on her forehead. Buffy body stiffened, finally fully awake and realizing she was still alive but still chained up. “William?” Her voice croaked.

Shifting, William came into full contact with her body, feeling it shiver. “Shh, baby. I’m here…” He felt another shiver pass through her body. “Cold?” Not know what to say, Buffy nodded. She felt a warm blanket drape over her body, still leaving her arms uncovered as her hands were shackled to the head board. “There, much better.” She felt William settle once again next to her. “Here’s the deal Buffy. You’ve been a royal bitch about this, but I’m willing to over look it for now.” He saw her tears trail down her face. His thumb came up and brushed them off her cheeks, “Now, none of that.” He licked the moisture from his fingers, savoring the salty fluid. “I’m not going to hurt you here, so stop it.” Buffy couldn’t help it, she knew she wasn’t going to get out of this alive.

“Please,” her soft plea almost didn’t hit his ears, because his demon grew with anger at the sight of more tears.

Buffy felt William’s hands shove themselves under her head, pulling on her hair. Suddenly, the blindfold came off and she was staring at William’s face. His mouth was drawn in a thin line and his eyes flared in amber. Her eyesight became blurry with more tears, ready to make their journey down her face. “I told you, stop crying.” She heard the demon in his voice. Why didn’t she hear it earlier? “Look, I can’t unchain you if you are acting this way.” Buffy looked into William’s eyes, “Yes, as much of a bitch you were, I don’t want you hurt like this. Just listen to me, OK?” Buffy nodded, anything to save herself. “It wasn’t very nice of you to un-invite me, you know?” William’s fingers played with a strand of her hair, “but as much as that hurt me, I’ll look beyond that. I don’t want to hurt you, I love you.” William’s voice dipped to a soothing timber, lulling her mind into relaxation. His head swooped down and his nose nuzzled her cheek. “I’ve loved you since you first ripped a book out of my hands in your father’s office.” His body settled down more, letting its weight lean on her.

“You can’t,” Buffy croaked. William’s eyebrows rose in question. “Vampires can’t love.” Her eyes were clear now, looking directly at William’s.

William smirked, “Who says?” He inhaled her fragrance, her fear had dissipated somewhat, he was glad. Convincing her to accept him as he was, would have been harder if she was afraid.

“Angel,” William’s body stiffened at the name, “He… said vampires have no soul and can’t have real feelings without one.” His suspicions of Angel being male were confirmed.

“Old boyfriend?” William tried to relax and use a soothing voice, logically knowing she had a life before this, but didn’t want to admit it.

“Yes… he was… a vampire.” The shock of her statement made William’s blood boil. She had a relationship with a vampire but she’d had cast him aside. “With a soul and then not so much.” Buffy looked at William’s angry face. “I… I’m sorry, but… when he lost the soul… monster.” Tears formed in her eyes and quickly ran down to the bed. “Murdered… teacher… cold blood… can’t… never again…”

“Do you think I would do that?” William heard the details in his head; actually he was remembering the stories Drusilla used to recite to him about her Sire, Angelus. He was cursed with a soul and when he had that perfect moment of happiness, it was lost. She whispered the naughty things, he had done to the one he achieved the moment of happiness with, evidently that person was Buffy. “Shh, I’m not him. I don’t have a soul to lose.” William’s fingers pushed her tears off her face. He nuzzled her cheek with his nose, knowing it was a comforting gesture. “I do love you, Buffy. I have forever.”

Buffy couldn’t help but listen to him, she felt like she was drowning. Through his words, actions, voice… it all squirmed itself into her mind and soul, digging in and making itself, William, at home. Tears ran freely, unchecked by William as he held her. “Please…” She didn’t know what she was asking for, or why. It was just words; no feelings were behind them… Angel told her vampires didn’t feel.

“Sh, going to take care of you. Here,” William grabbed something from the nightstand and moved down to her ankles, unlocking the shackle. His cool fingers ran over her tender, red skin. “Can’t keep them like that, Spike wouldn’t like it… but for now… better?” William slinked his way back up Buffy’s body. Buffy slowly raised her knees, testing out her new mobility. “Sh, not too much now. Your ankles look nasty. Maybe I can get some antiseptic tomorrow.” He went up to free her hands, but the key didn’t fit. He looked around for another key, but found none. Spike or Drusilla must have taken it.

Buffy looked into William’s eyes, they seemed so genuine, so sincere. Could Angel have been wrong? Could William really care for her, even feel love her? She saw his lips come towards her, his soft lips slightly puckered, slicked with his own saliva. She turned her head, meeting his lips with her own, testing the feel. Expecting the cold lips of a vampire, she encountered a very warm, almost hot sensation filling her. It was nothing like Angel, his kisses were sloppy and demanding. William’s were… slow and easy. Nothing was wasted, no space missing between them, no saliva dripping down their chins, no extra movement. She didn’t feel like she was being inhaled… it felt like she was being filled, filled almost to completion. Her body relaxed, knowing somewhere deep down, she was safe for now. Her body shifted, encouraging William to scoot closer, allowing her free legs to roam around his.

~*~*~
Spike watched from the door. Drusilla had been drugged and put down, yet again. Her outbursts were getting too frequent and hard to handle. Anger filled within him as William freed the Slayer. Smirking, he had to suppress pure laughter when he saw William realize he could free her hands. Rule number one when kidnapping your mortal enemy; never leave an important key lying around. Jealousy boiled with Spike as he watched them kiss, it was awful, unnatural, disgusting. How could he do THAT? Needing a cigarette, Spike inhaled in search of his pack, but he only encountered the stench of Slayer arousal. Wait, it wasn’t a stench; it was the most sweetest thing Spike had ever smelled. Tangy, yet powerful, much better than any blood he had devoured.

Suddenly, a plan started to whirl inside Spike’s brain. A beautiful plan. Spike walked away from the room smiling evilly, as her listened to her tiny moans. Oh yes, this plan would work.





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