Here me go again! ;)
This is a story my friend and I wrote, I'm translating, so hope you'll like it.
Well, my beta is already working hard with my other stuff, so no one is betaing this FF for me, so sorry for my mistakes ..
Let's start:

BIT BY BIT
Authors: Pandora and Lu
Pairings: Buffy/Spike
Rating. NC 17
Setting: it takes place during the ‘Buffy vs. Dracula’ episode, but then things will be completely different.
Disclaimer: we know, Joss&Co own everything.
Plus, thanks to who wrote the ‘Buffy vs. Dracula’ episode, because the beginning is almost the same..

Summary: Spike has a plan to stop Dracula, but will Buffy accept it? And mostly.. what about the consequences?
AU: in this story Dawn doesn’t exist, and Joyce isn’t sick, but she’s away due to work.
WARNING: This is a story of a dark seduction, and there’s A LOT of bloodplay, so if you easily get squeamish.. don’t read it!

I.

Riley opened a crypt door and walked in. Candles were lit everywhere. He walked in, looking around.
“Well, well.” Spike exclaimed, emerging from the shadows, holding a crossbow.
“You can take the boy out of the Initiative, but you can't take the Initiative out of the boy” the vampire went on, aiming the weapon to him.
“I'd put that down, unless you're bucking for one hell of a headache”
Spike hesitated for a while, but the he put the bow down.
“I can't be too careful. I got quite a few demons after me these days”
“I'm looking for some information. Might pay a little” the soldier suggested.
Spike shrugged.
“I'll play” he said, going over to a couple of chairs.
“What can you tell me about Dracula?”
“Dracula? Poncy bugger, owes me eleven pounds, for one thing.” Spike answered annoyed, lighting a cigarette.
“But then he got famous, forgot all about his foes. I'll tell you what. That glory hound's done more harm to vampires than any Slayer. His story gets out, and suddenly everybody knows how to kill us.” he went on between drags, sitting down.
“You know, the mirror bit?”
“But he's not just a regular vampire. I mean, he has special powers,
right?” Riley interrupted him.
“Nothing but showy gypsy stuff. What's it to you, anyway?” Spike got nervous, sick of all those questions.

< What? Did he mistake me for a bloody encyclopaedia?>

“He's in town. Making his presence known..” Riley explained.
“Drac's in Sunnydale-way? I guess the old boy needed closure after all.” Spike chuckled.
“Actually, he's gunning for Buffy.”
Suddenly, that speech became very interesting for the vampire.

“But I'm out to find him before he gets another shot at her.” Riley went on, sitting down.
“Tough talk, cowboy. But you're not gonna catch him napping in a crypt. No, the Count has to have his luxury estate and his bug-eaters and his special dirt, don't he?” Spike explained, making a huge effort not to laugh in front of the boy who was sure he could defeat on his own such an enemy.
“So you're saying I should check out Mansions, that sort of thing?”
“No.” Spike cut him off, getting up.
“I'm saying ... you should go home to your superhoney. Have a nice, safe snog. “

< If I were you, instead of staying here in this crypt, boring me to death, I’d run to her and.. and what? Why did I give him such an advice? And since do I care about him .. and bugger the Soldier Boy, what does Buffy find so attractive in him? Wait. Why didn’t I call her Slayer? Bloody hell, what was I saying to Mr. Nothing-but-Muscles? Oh, yeah, right..> the vampire thought as he stepped on his cigarette.

“You're out of your depth on this one, boy. “ he resumed talking, turning his back to Riley.

< .. and about Buffy, too.. Bugger me, I did it again! So, I should better ask someone to install in my brain a chip that prevents me from thinking!> the bleached blonde cursed himself.

“You've helped Buffy before, so she has a problem with killing you now that you're helpless.” the other struck back, and Spike got even more annoyed, hearing that offensive definition.
“I don't.” Riley went on.
Spike turned to face him.
“I'd like to see you try.”
Riley stood up, getting in Spike's face.
“Would you? “

They stared each other down. Finally Spike looked away, snorting.

< If only I hadn’t this sodding piece of plastic in my brain, right now you would be canned food!>

Riley walked to the door.
“Hey!” Spike called out as Riley was at the door.
“You're never gonna find him” he warned him, but the soldier left without caring about his words.
“Not before he gets to her. “ the blond told himself.
“Unless..”

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Oddly, Buffy had an afternoon free from school, and she had taken advantage of that to study for exams.
But she found the fashion magazine her mother had bought more interesting than her books.
She was engrossed reading an article, when from her open window something rushed in, wrapped by a blanket, closed the window and pulled the curtains as fast as possible and took off the blanket, stepping on it to extinguish the flames.
“Spike, does the word * self combustion * say anything to you?” she snapped as he checked his blanket out.
“I needed to talk with you urgently, I couldn’t wait for my dear friend sunset..” he justified.
“Talk, then, before I change my mind and draw out my dear friend stake!” she rolled her eyes.
“I know about Dracula, I know he’s gunning for you. I’m sure that tonight he’ll pay a visit to you, and you’ll submit to his influence, so you’ll be under his power..” he warned her.
“But I’m the Slayer! He can’t bewitch me so easily..” she struck back.
“Wanna bet, *Super Girl*?” he struck back, looking at her in disbelief.

She remembered the first meeting with the Count and how he had already fascinated her.
She began alarming.
“Ok, I guess that doesn’t make any difference to him? So, what can I do?”
“You can do nothing, but I can..” he answered, but he questioned him with her eyes.
“Dracula can’t control a girl who already belongs to another vampire..”
“Yeah, but I don’t belong to any..” she struck back confused, and then realization hit.
“Hey, forget it!” she snapped.
“Why should you ever do such a thing? You hate me. So, who assures me that you won’t send me into your friend’s clutches?”
“First, he’s not a friend, he’s just a bloody wanker that knows a couple of gipsy tricks and owes me some money, too. Second, just because you’re my biggest enemy I don’t wanna see you become one of his lame brainless bloody brides, so I wanna prevent him from doing that, no matter what. Otherwise, who would rush to my crypt, slamming my door almost breaking it and punching me just for fun?” he struck back, making her smile.
“So, tell me, what are you planning to do?” she asked.
“It’s simple, pet. A bite. And if you agree my chip won’t give me any shakes..” he warned her.
Buffy’s eyes were wide open.
“What? And do you really expect me to agree? I just see it as a pathetic excuse to drain me, and..”
Spike looked at her so seriously that he made her shut up.
“Don’t you know? There are so many different vampire bites. There are the bite to kill, the one to turn, the playful one, the passionate one, the one to submit people.. and also the one to make someone belong to you..”
“And you are going to use the last one on me, aren’t you?”
He smirked, tilting his head.
“You’re smart, Slayer!”

TBC





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