Tricks-N-Treats 2

Tricks-N-Treats (Part 1 of 3)

by Tiffany Gregg

Rating: PG-13 (violence and some language)

Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss Whedon, the WB, FOX and Mutant Enemy. I am making no money in writing this and no copyright infringement is intended.

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Halloween Night – The Bronze

Buffy strolled though the doors of the Bronze silently wondering how Willow had talked them all into 'theme' dressing for the Halloween party at the Bronze.

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"Aw, come on guys it'll be fun." the pretty red head had told them all. "Please?"

Buffy, Xander, Giles, Oz and Jenny looked back and forth at one another and then gave in. Buffy was the first to reply and spoke for all of them "Okay, Will, we'll do it. But who gets to be who?"

"Oh Goodie!" she exclaimed happily. "I've got it all figured out. Giles will be the Wizard. Xander you get to be the Lion, I'll be the Tin Man, Cordy can be the Scarecrow, Jenny can be Glenda the Good Witch, Buffy you get to be Dorothy and Oz can be one of the Flying Monkeys."

"Don't you think that the Wicked Witch would be more appropriate for Cordy?" Xander asked grinning

"What about me?" the May Queen asked as she strolled though the library doors.

"We were just discussing who would be who for the Halloween party at the Bronze." Willow replied innocently. "We're all going as characters from the Wizard of Oz and you can be the Scarecrow."

"No way. I am allergic to hay and it makes my eyes puffy." she retorted

"Okay then, how about..." Willow hesitated for a second "the Wicked Witch?"

"ARE YOU KIDDING?!" Cordelia shrieked

"Aw, come on honey" Xander coaxed "witch or 'scare-ho'? You wouldn't even have to dress up. You're a natural for either"

Cordelia shot him one of her trademark glares, smacked him in the arm and stormed out of the library.

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Buffy spotted the Giles and Willow over at a table in the corner by the band and headed in that direction. Willow looked really cute with her face all painted silver and a funnel on her head. Giles, well he looked pretty much the same as always. Buffy supposed that the tweed and the Wizard pretty much went together.

"Where are Xander and Ms. Calendar?" Buffy inquired when she reached the table.

Willow and Giles both motioned to the dance floor. Buffy grinned as soon as she recognized the flailing arms of Xanders unique dance style. He looked great in his lion mane and tail. Jenny looked beautiful in her iridescent ball gown and wand.

On stage, Oz was playing with his band 'Dingoes ate my baby'. "Oz looks great as a flying Money, Will." Buffy commented to her friend. "Yeah" was her dreamy reply.

When Jenny and Xander made their way back to the table, Buffy asked Xander "Where's Cordy?"

Xander grinned and pointed across the Bronze over to the table where Harmony and her cronies were sitting.

"What exactly is she suppose to be?" Buffy inquired "Is that the same black catsuit that she wore last year?"

"No, the ears are different." Xander replied grinning

"Ah, I see the difference now...or not"

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It was about 11pm by the time the gang left the party.

"Ah, Buffy, uh, do you think that you could make a quick, ah sweep tonight before you call it a night?" Giles asked. "I would, ah, er, come with you, but, ah...Ms. Calendar and I, ah, um have uh some...."

"Work. School work, official school work, business stuff to do." Jenny finished for him

"Sure, no problem. I can do a quick patrol." Buffy managed to get out through the giant smile on her face. "You guys go, get your 'stuff' taken care of. I can handle things."

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Giles went on

"I'll be fine. Cordy is going to drive Xander home. I'm going to walk Willow home since Oz will be playing for a few more hours, then I'll make a quick sweep though the usual spots. Go Giles. Everything will be fine."

After Jenny and Giles drove off, the rest of the Scooby-Gang looked at each other and busted out laughing.

"G-Man's gonna score himself some smoochies tonight!" Xander exclaimed.

Buffy and Willow said goodbye to Xander and Cordy. Linked arm in arm the two Slayerettes skipped down the street singing "We're off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz..."

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Buffy had just made her final sweep of the graveyard. "Thank goodness I didn't run into anything" she chided herself "like I'd be able to kick vampire butt in my ruby red slippers. What was I thinking?"

"Aw C'Mon luv" a voice leered behind her.

Buffy jumped from shock and turned to face the threat. "SPIKE!" she shrilled then regaining her composure she added "didn't your mother ever tell you that's a good way to get yourself staked?"

"Not exactly what I had planned pet, but I was hoping we could maybe go a round or two. It's been a slow evening, this being All Hallows Eve an all."

"I think that could be arranged." she stated flatly assuming her fighting stance.

"Now, now luv. Let me get a look at you before I wreck that pretty little frock you've got on."

Buffy felt herself start to blush as Spike's eyes roamed over her body and finally came to rest on her face. <EW, why am I getting all flustered at Spike looking at me. I seriously need to get some sleep or something>

Spike who was having similar thoughts himself gave a little shiver. <She's the bloody slayer for Christ's sake, man. Although, there is something about those braids...No, not going to think that...eye candy time is over. Time to kick some butt! >

The quick punch he landed on her jaw caught her completely off guard and knocked Buffy off balance. The next kick to her chest landed her flat on her back. With a quick little leg move Buffy was back on her feet in seconds. She caught Spike across the face with a high roundhouse kick and it was his turn to loose balance. The kicks and punches went on for several minutes, each circling the other among the various tombstones.

Spike charged at Buffy, knocking the two of them to the ground in the process. Spike landed on top of Buffy and before either of them knew what was happening, he kissed her.

At first Buffy was shocked, then to her own surprise she found herself kissing him back. She parted her lips and his tongue found hers. It was a hot, hungry kiss. Full of passion and longing that neither of them understood.

Then as suddenly as the kiss started, Buffy shoved Spike off and took off running with a Slayers speed. Spike didn't follow. He just sat on the ground and stared after her. He was as perplexed and befuddled as she was at what had just happened. Although he wouldn't mind doing it again...

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Buffy was three quarters of the way across the cemetery by the time she slowed down enough to look behind her and see that Spike wasn't following her. "Good." she thought to herself as she dropped onto the nearest headstone. Her 'ruby slippers' were not exactly the sort of thing you sprinted in and she'd turned her left ankle in the process.

"Damn" she said aloud as she rubbed her ankle. Her thoughts returned to the kiss that she had shared with Spike and a smile lit her face. <Augh. I can't believe that I'm having fuzzy feelings all of a sudden for Spike. He's my enemy. Although he did help me in that fight against Angelus. No he didn't do that for 'me' he did that to get Dru back. > Buffy shook her

head. She didn't want to think about it. Although she figured that the kiss could have just been a rebound sort of thing. That must have been it because it certainly couldn't be the fact that Spike was handsome and had a cute butt. And that accent of his that always made her stomach flutter when she heard it. No it couldn't be any of that.... She was just crazy in the head and on the rebound from her break-up with Angel.

Her thoughts turned to Angel as she continued to nurse her ankle. Her Angel. After she had come to her senses a few months ago and returned home they had freed him from Hell. Buffy had known in her heart that there was no way to go back to the way things were. They were star-crossed lovers from the start. It was never suppose to be. He could never have a relationship and he certainly wouldn't let himself feel love again for fear of releasing the demon. So, he had said goodbye to everyone and moved to Los Angeles. The city of Angels. It was fitting that he would move there.

Buffy was shaken from her reverie by a low moaning sound coming from beneath her feet. As she looked down the earth and grass seemed to move and pulsate. She jumped back just as a hand came up through the soft earth. She examined the headstone while she was waiting for 'it' to pull itself the rest of the way out. That's when she noticed that her new friend 'Joseph' had been dead for almost eight years. "Gee, Joe. Lazy much?" then she thought about it. It never takes a vamp this long to rise...so Joe must not be a vamp. "Shit. Zombie. Just what I needed tonight!"

That's when Buffy really started to listen. The whole cemetery seemed to be moaning. The noise was getting louder and hands were popping out of the ground all over the place. Buffy heard a noise behind her and spun to see that her newfound friend Joe was out and heading right for her.

Buffy got into her fighting stance and kicked him in the stomach. Her foot went right though him and she lost her shoe when she pulled her foot back out. "Eeeewwww, gross I've got Joe-goo all over my foot. I think I'm gonna puke." There was nothing that Buffy hated more then fighting Zombies. They were disgusting. Skin falling off bones, shredded clothes and that smell. What the hell was that smell!

"Ya' know, Joe" Buffy said as she round house kicked him across the face "I have much better things that I could be doing right now!" the end of her sentence was punctuated by a punch to his face that took his jaw off. "Did anyone ever tell you that you have a body odor problem? Musta forgotten your 'shower to shower' this morning huh?" Buffy saw a tree branch a few feet away and a series of flips later had it in hand and knocked Joe's head off. His long dead body slumping to the ground lifelessly once again. "Was it something I said?" Buffy quipped sarcastically to the corpse.

As she was turning to leave Buffy found that Zombies surrounded her. There must have been twenty plus all closing in on her. Some with missing limbs, some with half their faces gone but all of them were moaning and it was getting louder and louder as they approached her.

"Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit! Okay Summers, think. THINK. Twenty plus zombies, one Slayer. Oh yeah those are great odds." she muttered to herself, assuming her fight stance once again.

Buffy kicked the nearest Zombie, a really gross looking blond girl. The blond went sailing backwards and landed on two others. Buffy continued her kicking and punching as the moaning stinking horde closed in on her. She heard a growl behind her and caught a glimpse of a black figure tossing Zombies left and right before it stopped right next to her and joined the fight.

"Hello, Luv. Looked like you could use a hand." Spike commented as he kicked off the head of a Zombie to his right.

"Spike, I never thought that I'd say this" she started "but I am SO happy to see you".

"That's what all the lasses say, pet" Spike sneered as he continued fighting.

Buffy just glared at him for a second and then kept fighting. Her witty comebacks were all pushed to the back of her head as she concentrated on the task at hand. Kicking some Zombie butt and not letting her brain go to waste.

Spike saw a small break in the mob, grabbed Buffy's hand and pulled her towards it. Buffy saw it then too and they started running. The Zombies started after them, but Spike's preternatural speed and Buffy's Slayer speed was too much for them. The two enemies lost the Zombie mob at the edge of the cemetery. Spike and Buffy headed for an abandoned house they could see up ahead.

They ran around to the back of the house and Spike kicked in the boarded up door. Buffy ran to the front of the house and peered out through the boards on the window to see if the Zombies were following or not. To her relief, they were not.

"Looks like we lost them" she hollered to Spike. "For Christ's sake, you don't have to yell, Slayer" Spike replied from right behind her. Buffy jumped a little, she hadn't heard him come into the room. Spike laughed "That's twice in one night that I've snuck up on you, luv. Must be a record." "Shut up, Spike" was her only reply.

"So, any ideas why the 'moldy-oldies' decided to get up and dance tonight, Spike?" Buffy asked pointedly

"Slayer, I'm hurt. You think that I'm behind every nefarious thing that happens in this town?" he replied mockingly

"That pretty much sums it up. Now what gives? I'm betting you know something and we need to go see Giles about it." Buffy was starting to lose patience. She didn't want to play games and knew there would be human casualties if they didn't stop the Zombie mob before they left the cemetery.

"Nothing to worry about, pet. In another five minutes or so, they'll all drop dead again." Spike replied quite matter-of-factly.

"And how can you be so sure?"

"A little Halloween hijinks one of the boys conjured up to wake the dead. The spell only lasts 'till midnight though."

"Well, isn't that just swell. You guys are just a barrel of laughs."

"Yeah, well you know, we try." he stated flashing her one of his melt your

<God, he's so cute when he does that. Stop it Summers. He's your enemy. He's a vampire and he has no soul...remember. But, it could be fun. Stop it now. Must not think that. > Buffy thought to herself

Off in the distance, they both heard the town clock strike Midnight.

"Well, guess Halloween's over so, as Dorothy says, 'there's no place like home' and I need to wash the Zombie goo off me." Buffy said as casually as possible.

"Sounds fun to me. Need any help?" Spike replied seductively. <Did I just say that. Spike 'ol boy, you're losing it man. She's the Slayer remember. She'll stake you first chance she gets>

"Ah, um, well" Buffy stammered "I gotta run" as she started to walk past Spike, headed for the door.

Spike grabbed her arm before she could make it past him and pulled her back to look at him. The lust that she saw in his eyes made her breath catch in her throat and her insides quiver. Then he dropped his hand to his side and took a step back.

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Rating: NC-17 (mature sex and some language)

Buffy just stared at Spike. She couldn't speak, she couldn't move. Her body and mind were in turmoil. She was sure that he was going to kiss her, but then he didn't. Her mind was letting out a big sigh of relief but her body was screaming foul play.

After what seemed like an eternity he finally spoke "Ya know luv, we really need to talk about what happened before you ran off earlier and..."

Spike never finished the sentence. Buffy had silenced him with a kiss. It was a long, hot, hungry kiss like the one earlier that evening. Again, catching both of them off guard. All rational thought fled her mind as she started tugging his shirt out of his jeans. Spikes mind was spinning out of control as well. Her hands were like fire on his body scorching him as they ran up and down his back.

His talented tongue danced against hers, causing little fires to ignite all over her body as well. Buffy made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, removing the garment without once removing her mouth from his. She unzipped his jeans and began to push them down and off his hips. Spike eagerly responded by kicking off his boots and finished removing his jeans.

Buffy took a step back and tipped her head slightly to the side scrutinizing the sight before her. She found that despite herself, she really liked what she saw. His skin was the color of pale cream. His body was sculpted and firm but not overly muscular. The black silk of his boxers provided a stark contrast so his skin. As her eyes settled on his boxers she could see his erection straining against the material, threatening to burst right though. Buffy couldn't wait to release it from its confinement.

Spike basked in the warmth of her gaze as it moved over his body. He had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted the girl who stood before him. He couldn't explain it, he certainly couldn't rationalize, he just knew it to be true.

"Ya' know, Slayer, one of us is wearing too many clothes." Spike commented in a low seductive voice. As Buffy reached behind her to start removing her dress, Spike caught her hands.

"Allow me luv" he said as he moved behind her. Spike unzipped her dress and kissed the V between her shoulders as he slid the material down over her arms. Buffy shivered at the feel of his lips on her skin. The dress pooled around her ankles at the floor. Next, Spike unclasped her bra and slid the strap down one arm. As he did so, he trailed a string of light kisses from the base of her neck down her arm. He repeated this with the other strap. Next came her stockings. Spike slid his hands up her leg and massaged her inner and outer thigh. Hooking his fingers in the stocking, he slid it down her leg. Stopping to massage her calf and placing little kisses at the back of her knee. He repeated this with her other leg as well.

Spike stood and came around to face Buffy. Her face was flushed, her lips were parted slightly and her eyes were closed. Spike smiled, happy that he could provoke such feelings in her. Then he kneeled on the floor in front of her. Lightly running his tongue across her navel and into her bellybutton. Buffy let out a gasp and grabbed his head, twining her fingers in his short hair. He hooked his fingers around her panties and slid them down off her hips to join the puddle of clothes on the floor and caressed her body with his hands as he made his way back up to her mouth.

"Spike...." Buffy groaned his name. Low and needy as his fingers slide across her center and dipped into her. Spike drew a sharp un-needed breath at the feel of her and the sound of his name on her lips. She was so hot, so ready. His whole body, whole being ached for her. This woman who stood in front of him. He knew he shouldn't be there, knew he should have never kissed her, tasted her sweet essence. He had always been attracted to her, even though he was always trying to kill her. He knew that they could never be together, it was impossible. She was the Slayer after all. She hated his kind and his kind hated her. Wasn't that how it was suppose to be? It could never work.

Buffy groaned softly into his ear and pressed down hard against his hand.

"Talk to me, Slayer," he murmured against her neck.

"What do you want me to say?" She replied breathlessly.

"Tell me what you want, Slayer. Tell me what you want me to do."

"I want you Spike. I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me." She growled at him and nipped his ear lobe.

Spike responded by cupping her breast and stroking the hardened nipple with his thumb. Then circling each in turn with his tongue. Buffy arched her back and groaned helplessly "Spike, please..."

Spike's eyes darted around the room and lit up when he spied an old mattress on the floor over by the wall. He kissed her deeply, his tongue dueling with hers as he backed her across the room and down onto the mattress.

Buffy reclined back and watched as Spike stood and removed his boxers. He was a magnificent sight and Buffy blushed a little and looked away when she noticed that Spike caught her staring at his manhood. Spike gazed down reverently at the siren on the mattress. Trying to imprint the memory in his mind so that he could recall it again in the future, in the decades to follow long after she would be gone.

Slowly he lowered himself on top of her. He closed his eyes as the sight; smell and feel of her overwhelmed his senses. Her body felt so soft and inviting beneath his. He could feel her passion, hear her blood strumming in her veins. Slowly and with more gentleness then either of them thought possible, he eased into her. He groaned as she enveloped him. She was pure heat and as tight as a glove. He had never had sex with a mortal before and the intense heat of her core was like nothing he'd ever felt.

He didn't move for quite a while, fearing that his first stroke would be his last. When he felt sure he wouldn't end things prematurely, he began to move, very slowly. "This is no time to go Boy Scout on me, Spike." Buffy growled, grabbing his butt and pulling him further into her center.

She set a new pace by arching her back to meet his thrusts. And he felt his control slip away. His face went vamp. Buffy didn't seem to notice, or just didn't care. His heart pounded in his chest. His whole consciousness seemed to ebb away as he approached the edge.

Suddenly, Buffy let out a long, low moan, and her body clenched around him trembling and spasming. And as quickly, he followed shattering into a million pieces. Colors, stars, flashes of light. He saw it all. Finally, he lay, spent and limp, across her body. He shifted himself so that he wouldn't crush her and softly caressed her shoulder and neck with his lips. She lifted her hand to his face and stroked his temple his wrinklies. As she did so, they faded away and his face was human again.

"You okay?" she asked. He nodded, "You?" "Never better." She responded with a sigh.

They lay there for a long time, gently caressing one another. Each lost in thought. Not exactly sure what to say about what just happened. Neither of them really wanted it to end either.

Buffy was the first to break the silence. "Some night, huh?" she asked some time later.

"Yeah, Luv. It certainly was." Spike replied as he rolled off her and looked at the ceiling. "So, now what pet, we get dressed and go back to being enemies again?" he questioned.

"No sense in rushing into anything quite yet. We've got hours until sunrise." she replied slyly as she rolled over onto her side and stroked him.

"I like your the way you think, Slayer" he replied covering her mouth with his "I like the way you think".

The end

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