Chapter 1

A/n: If you are reading this then I will assume you know about the Master, Angel, Willow, Xander, Cordy etc. The only thing that is different is Spike and Drusilla never came to Sunnydale therefore Kendra never died and took over slaying in Sunnydale. So I am not going to rehash the story line. A little explanation of William. For all intents and purposes, Spike’s lost soul was reincarnated as William. The old Spike and new William had different experiences that shaped their personalities. William looks like Spike except no bleached hair.

New York 2002

“Buffy, more to the right! Step, good. Justine, higher! Catherine, faster! Everyone move faster.” Mademoiselle Chariot glided across the room, barking out orders to the young women that were currently kicking and stepping around the room. The modern dance class held at the local dance studio wasn’t that bad, except for the teacher. Emily Chariot or as she liked to be called Mademoiselle, spent her youth in the dance chorus for a Broadway company. Years or ruthless rejection molded the once beautiful woman, into a hard mass of cynical muscles and knowledge of dancing. She was known for her cruel words and strive for perfection. Many Broadway dancers still come to her studio for additional practice. “Uh, I cannot stand it anymore! You obviously did not practice and I refuse to work with you anymore tonight! Go home and practice! Maybe next week you won’t be so dreadful.” With that, Mademoiselle Chariot left the studio floor. The women left in the room, looked around at each other and shrugged. They knew this was how Mademoiselle Chariot dismissed all her classes, but it still was degrading on some level. The tired and sore women made it over to their things, and started to pack up their belongings.

“So, Buffy are you going to that club on 78th?” Justine asked, as she tied her boots up. Her long brown hair hung over her face, as she fiddled with the laces. Justine’s 33 year-old tall frame unfolded itself as she stood up. Grabbing her purple faux fur jacket, she shrugged into it. Looking at her, an average person wouldn’t believe Justine was a day over 25 with her chic fashion and makeup.

Standing up, finished getting her street clothes back on, Buffy smiled. “I don’t know, I have an early class tomorrow. Clara asked me earlier today about it. I think the gang from school is going.” Buffy really wanted to go to the club, but an eight a.m. class stood in her way.

“Just think, Buffy, a couple more months and then no more early classes.” Catherine entered the conversation. Catherine stood off to the side, waiting for her friends to finish getting ready. The African-American twenty year old, studied ballet her whole life until she broke her right ankle two years ago. The dance class brought together many different people together, bonding against their enemy, Mademoiselle Chariot. Unfortunately, Catherine lived on the opposite side of the studio from Buffy and Justine and had to walk home alone.

“Oh my god, I know! I can’t wait! A couple more classes and then I’m done!” Buffy jumped up and did a pirouette.

“What are you going to do after you are done?” Catherine laughed as her friend dancing haphazardly in heavy winter boots and a coat.

“My mom wants me to come back to California, but I don’t know. That internship I did last year, said to contact them during my last semester.”

“Why would you want to stay in snowy New York, when you can go to sunny California?” Buffy sent them a knowing smile and thought to herself, ‘if they only knew.’

The three women stepped out on the icy sidewalk and said their goodbyes.

~*~*~

The club’s music filtered out on the street as Buffy and her five friends neared, while they stood in line. Low thumps of the drums and bass line hit their bodies, inducing overproduction of adrenaline. In the front of the group stood Clara and Sara, fraternal twins originally from the Bronx. Their dark brown hair and olive colored skin were the only things they had physically in common. Sara’s svelte average height body seemed to tower over the short Clara. Next in line were the two men in the group, John and Eric. The two men met during their second year in pre-med and now were preparing for medical school. John and Buffy lived together in an overpriced small one-bedroom apartment near campus. John slept on the couch, when he was home and let Buffy have the privacy of the bedroom. When Buffy first arrived in New York, she befriended John in the dorm. The light blond hair on John’s head reminded her of California, his smart brain and quick wise cracks, reminded her of her old friends in Sunnydale, Willow and Xander. The two friends moved in together after their second year. Eric, in turn, was John’s boyfriend. They have been going out for two years yet lived separately, but stayed over at each other’s places often. Next in line was Buffy and Justine. The dance friends walked behind the group of four, discussing the latest atrocities Mademoiselle Chariot was inflicting on them.

“Are they ever going to let people in?” Clara whined. Her legs were turning purple from the cold.

Eric snickered and turned to Buffy, “If she would wear some clothes, she wouldn’t be so cold.” Buffy smiled at Eric’s dimpled cheeks and wrapped her pink jacket even tighter around her. The wind picked up and made everyone shiver.

“Hey I heard that, Eric. I’m wearing clothes… a skirt is considered clothes.” The group laughed as Clara jumped up and down trying to stay warm. The bouncer outside the club started to check ID’s and let more people filter into the building. Finally, the bouncer came up to the group of six, letting each one in until he got to Buffy.

“Buffy? Buffy Summers?” The large bouncer exclaimed.

Looking up, she noted the round face and shaved head. “Charles? Oh my god, how long has it been?” Jumping into a hug quickly, Buffy stepped closer to the building, trying to stay warm.

“Months, chica. What have you been doing to keep you busy?” The bouncer stopped the line and Buffy heard the low protests of the crowd.

“You know school. What have you been up to since you graduated?”

Charles looked around and laughed, “Job market is horrible. This place isn’t the best, but it helps pay the bills.”

“Huh. Well, it’s good you found something.” She looked towards her friends, trying to figure out a good way to get going without hurting his feelings.

“Still dance?” At her nod, he continued, “Better get a move on then, lots of dancing to be done.” She flashed a million dollar smile, and followed her friends into the warmer climate of the building. They checked their coats, hats, and anything else they had to bring to stay warm and headed into the club. Clara had an impossibly short skirt purple leather skirt and tight matching halter-top on. Sara, in turn wore all black. Leather pants and skin tight shirt that complemented her dark hair and skin. Justine, wore black stretch dance pants and red blouse. Buffy, wore faded blue jeans and a white tank top over a colored bra. The club had drums in the center of the dance floor that were covered in day glow paint with painters around the dance floor, spraying various people and objects. The people dancing closest to the drums got splattered with it and glowed under the blue-black lights. The two men were dressed similar to each other one was wearing a ratty pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a sports coat. Buffy thought they looked like they belonged in Miami Vice, but she didn’t want to hurt their feelings. The guys always seemed to wear the jeans, t-shirt, sports jacket combo, so she tried not to judge their fashion style.

Moving into the club, the men moved towards the bar to get some liquid refreshment as the girls looked around the club. In front of them stood a large dance floor with bodies writhing around; the music caused their hearts to pump blood through their bodies in time with its own beat. The stage where the DJ stood, was to the side of the dance floor and rose up about five feet and above the DJ was a second floor balcony. The air was filled with too much smoke for the women to see what exactly was up there, but Buffy figured it was similar to what was on the first floor. To their right were a sea of tables, chairs, and little sitting areas of soft couches and matching comfy chairs. Grinning, Buffy tugged on the women to go over and commandeer a large group of chairs and sofas. The group of women sat down on the various seats, waiting for their men-folk to arrive with their beverages.

~*~*~
Up on the second floor sat three sinister creatures in a dark corner. The female of the group stood with her long crimson dress flowing down to the floor. Her arms rose above her head as her hips started to sway. She flipped her long black locks over her shoulder and pouted. “Do you hear that?” No answer from her two companions. “The stars are whispering to me.” Her coal black eyes surveyed the room and she brought her hands in to her chest. “Do you love me?” Her eyes turned round and started to water as her body trembled.

One of her companions stood up and held out his hand for her. His bleach blond, slicked back hair stood out from the dark. “Of course, pet.” She took his offered hand and he moved closer to her. His black clad form slid up against her hip and he nuzzled her neck. “I love you, Dru, you know I do.” She smiled and closed her eyes. Her hips started to sway again. The male wrapped his arms around her waist and swayed along with her to the imaginary music in her head. The third body at the table directed his blue gaze away from the couple. For the past two years, he had gotten used to the attentions the other male paid attention to the female. He thought it was annoying that she required constant attention and reassurance even when she was having her fits. Thanking what ever power that be, he was glad he wasn’t in charge of pampering her whims. Shaking his head, he thought about why he was in this little group and smiled. Immortality. Only a few short years ago, he watched his mother fight against numerous illnesses, finally succumbing to cancer. At Anne’s funeral, William vowed to never go through that again.

Hearing the female whimper and a sharp slap, William turned back to the couple. Standing before him, his crazy sire, Drusilla, looked with wild eyes towards her other companion, Spike. Spike’s steel blue eyes looked shocked and mad, as he stared at the dark woman. “What the bloody hell did you do that for?” His hand rubbed his cheek as he stepped away. Spike knew the look in Drusilla’s eyes and didn’t want to be in arms reach.

“Naughty daddy! Loving someone else.” Her eyes teared up again, as she looked around.

“I’m not your fucking daddy, it’s me Spike.” He grabbed her shoulders and shook her slightly, in hopes of shaking some sense into her muddled mind. His English accent made his words sound harsher than he meant them to be, but the message was the same.

“Daddy loves the dirty girl. Not me,” her whimper started the other guests in the dark reaches of the club. A couple people turned their attention to the couple. Sneering at them and snapping her jaws, Drusilla whimpers again. “Naughty daddy, leaving me for her.”

“Dru, what are you talking about. Your daddy left years ago, pet. Remember?” Spike’s patience was wearing thin. Not only did he have to put up with her sometimes calling his name during her orgasms, but now he was slapped because of him.

“Naughty girl. Thinks she is safe now that daddy can’t find her, but she isn’t. Daddy will come and get her again and make her his.” Her swaying started again as her whimpers died down. Her body crumbled back into her chair, as her eyes glazed over. Spike still stood next to her, looking angry and confused. Backing away, Spike sat down in his chair in the shadows, glaring at his crazy sire. She sat there, quietly looking off to the distance, moving her red lips. Shaking his head, Spike looked over at his male companion.

“What do you think she was talking about, mate?” Spike looked over at his brethren, sickened that he looked so much like himself when he was human. Looking into the thoughtful blue eyes that haven’t seen enough death or destruction, Spike snorted at his counterpart. Dark blond hair hung over William’s face, making it hard to see his features in the dark.

“Don’t know. Something about a girl and her dad.” William shrugged. For the unlife of him, he couldn’t figure out his sire’s ramblings.

“No, mate. She’s talking about her Sire. Don’t know anything about a girl.” Spike sat back thoughtfully. Drusilla’s eyes were still glazed over and she was singing softly to herself.

William got up and went over to the railing of the balcony to look down over the mass of people. He breathed in the sweet scent of their hot, sweaty bodies. The intoxicating smell seemed heavier tonight, richer. Glancing around, hunting for his meal for the night, William spied a group of girls, close to his age. Maybe he would have more than one meal tonight. Glancing at his two companions that have seemed to have made up and were cuddling now, he turned back to the group of women as he started his hunt.

Chapter 2

John and Eric, returned with the first round of beers and margaritas for the group. The men took their spots on the comfy couch, as the group looked around at the patrons. The club wasn’t packed, but it was starting to get full. Glancing up, Justine saw some guys she knew on the dance floor. Grabbing Buffy’s hand, Justine dragged her towards the group. Clara, Sara, Eric, and John were deep in conversation about the gay culture in Soho. Buffy followed her friend out as they started to dance with the guys, she remembered the names of the two men: Sam and Fred, from previous introductions at other clubs. The men were both close to six feet tall with brown hair. Buffy was amazed that with so many clubs in the city, the same people would pop up over and over in different clubs. She internally giggled at the thought that there was a memo with a schedule of clubs to go to. The group of four danced closer and closer to the drums and paint splattering. Buffy noticed Justine trying to direct Sam away from the splatters.

Grinning, Buffy whipped around from her current dace partner, Fred, and raced around the drums, splattering herself with the day glow paint. Almost instantaneously, Buffy came back covered in splatters of orange and green paint. Laughing, Fred moved a stray stand of her hair off her flushed face. Buffy knew Fred wanted to be more than an occasional dance partner, but she just didn’t feel the same way. Trying to keep him at an emotional distance, she stepped away from his touch. The next song started as Buffy danced away from Fred, more towards Justine and Sam. Grinning, she hugged Justine and winked at Sam. Looking up, Justine noticed Buffy’s body was covered in the paint and screeched, “You BITCH! You just had to do that?” Buffy laughed as she saw the smeared paint on the other woman’s clothes. Blowing a kiss, Buffy scampered away from her fuming friend, continuing to dance with Fred and other people around her. All Buffy had to do was wait a couple minutes, and her little prank would be forgiven and forgotten. If Justine didn’t intend to get splattered with paint, she wouldn’t have come to this club.

After four more songs, Buffy found her way back to her friends’ lounge and her margarita. She drank most of it in one gulp, making Eric laugh. “Buffster, if you want to get drunk in the first two hours, that’s one way to do it.”

Grinning, Buffy drank the rest of the margarita and went to grab his beer. Eric grabbed his bottle first and yanked it away. Pouting, “Oh come on Eric. It’s really hot out there and I’m all thirsty.” She didn’t even bother to try and seduce him she knew it wouldn’t work with Eric.

Eric shook his head and pointed to the bar. “It’s your turn, Buff. Go on and get me another Guinness.” The rest of the group at the table, sans Justine, gave their drink orders and Buffy went to the bar to order the round. As she ordered, Buffy felt a familiar tickling in the pit of her stomach and the back of her skull. Wincing, she looked around trying to figure out where the feeling was coming from. The bartender came back with the drinks on a platter for her to carry to her friends. She opened up a tab and carefully carried the drinks back to the couch and chairs. Glancing from side to side to spot the vampire that was out to ruin her night, she made it to her friends. Putting on a smile and joking around by handing them their drinks like a professional waitress, Buffy forgot about the pit of her stomach tingling and the hairs on the back of her neck standing straight up. Walking back up from taking the tray the bartender let her use back, she giggled as Eric grabbed her waist bringing her down between John and himself. Wiggling, Buffy got comfortable, grabbing her drink, and starting to relax. Both men’s arms wound around her shoulders, forming a cocoon around her.
~*~*~
Upstairs on the balcony, the couple sat at their table, paying no attention to anyone else. The darker of the two giggled and ran her sharp red fingernail down the other’s face. A thin red line of blood formed as she brought her tongue to lap at it. Smiling, Spike let Drusilla lick him clean. Luckily, he found some young man for her to feed on before they arrived at the club, or she would be complaining about her stomach grumbling and wanting to eat everyone around them. As it was, he was afraid she would sniff the sultry air and decided she was hungry again, which would cause nothing but trouble. Drusilla pulled away from her lighter companion and snapped her teeth together. “My Spike wants me to behave tonight and not eat the puppies. I won’t eat the puppies for him.” Drusilla sat deeper into his embrace and nuzzled his neck with her nose. Spike in turn looked down at his dark princess. Her precious sanity was in tact for now and Spike silently thanked William for that, even though Spike would never admit too William, he did something good. It seemed ever since the inclusion of William into their family, her sane moments increased and lasted longer. She told them about three months after William joined them that the stars whispered still, but only the delicious things. “Spike what are you thinking about?”

“Nothing, pet.” Spike sat back in his chair, releasing Drusilla from his black clad grasp.

Pouting, Drusilla sat back in her chair and fiddled with imaginary fairies in the air. “My Spike says nothing, but the stars say you like William. Why are you so nasty to him, pet?”

Spike rolled his eyes, like he always did when Drusilla would call him on his cruelty towards his vampire brother. “I’m not cruel.” He wanted to say cruel was her sire, Angelus. That mean son of a bitch devised any conceivable torture to the people around him. With his games, Angelus turned a sweet virtuous girl into the creature before him. He wanted to mention it, but then she would be sad that her daddy wasn’t around. “Don’t know why you had to turn him, pet. I mean how much more poncy can you get?”

Drusilla tipped her head back, baring her neck as she laughed. “Silly, Spike! He is our wonderful baby. Isn’t he, pet? Filled with the passion of you, and the blood of me. The perfect Childe.” Spike snorted.

The passion of himself all right, too much like ‘him’ was more like it. They found the young man sitting next to a grave, with a date that was one year old. Drusilla told Spike that the stars lit him up with the colors of the Fourth of July. Barely seeing the boy, Spike let Drusilla weave her spell around the human so she would be able to feed. After hunting down his own meal, Spike came upon Drusilla kneeling in the cool grass, cradling the dead body of the boy he saw earlier. “Spike, look who I found.” Drusilla lifted her arms up, revealing the young man’s face. Taken aback with the high cheekbones and aristocratic nose, Spike closed his eyes and counted to ten. The tell tale red lips told him that Drusilla didn’t just kill Spike’s double, but sired him as well. “What a beautiful baby. The stars gave him to us.”

“Dru! What the fuck have you done?” Spike opened his eyes, looking down at the picture of Drusilla and her new Childe. It reminded him of the paintings in Paris, of a mother and her child suckling on her tit, sweet and almost innocent.

Drusilla’s eyes widened, as she got angry. “He’s our baby, Spike. Why are you so angry?” She let go of the dead man’s form and stood up raising her arms above her head. “The stars say he will be a wonderful baby. Passion and fortitude this one has. Just wait ‘til you see our baby boy grow up.”

Shaking his head away from the memories, Spike picked up his glass of bourbon and threw it back into his throat. Spike had to give it to William, he actually wasn’t as poncy as Spike had once been. Love sick and devastated by his last crush and society rules, Spike stumbled across Drusilla and her family in a barn. She had offered him salvation. In opposite, William just didn’t want to feel the pain of loosing another loved one. William had felt the love and joy towards himself through family and friends. When he first woke up, William wanted nothing to do with Spike and clung to Drusilla’s metaphoric underskirts whenever the other male vampire came into the room. With in days, Spike barged into the bedroom that William was in and asserted his dominance on his young brother. Since that day, William has tolerated Spike’s presence and hasn’t been as dependent on his sire. He began to socialize with the other members of the family, even when Drusilla wasn’t looking on. Unlike most fledglings, he proved smart from the word go and moved up in the ranks quickly.

Thinking of William’s first year with them, Spike looked around for his brother. Not finding him on the balcony, Spike got up to look over the dance floor. Drusilla followed and swayed her hips as she looked down. With her nose in the air, Drusilla sniffed the heated air and gasped. “Do you smell that?” Her eyes widened and her arms moved out of time with the music.

Spike looked over at her and grabbed her waist. “What’s that, love?” He felt the stirrings of desire run through him as her body tipped towards his.

In a child like voice she whispered, “I smell a slayer, pet.” Giggling, she stood up and twirled around.

“A slayer, you say? What would a slayer be doing in a town like this when there is a Hellmouth on the other side of the country?” Spike said more for his benefit than actually expecting an answer.

“Shhh, naughty boy! You shall have no cookies.” Drusilla swatted his shoulder. “I can hear her glorious heart beat. Thump! Thump! Thump!” She stopped dancing around and pouted as she stood still, “The stars are weeping for the fallen girl.” Spike raised his right eyebrow trying to follow the inane sense that Drusilla was spouting off.

“Fallen girl?” Spike glanced down to the sea of sweaty bodies, trying to figure out which one is the slayer.

“Her sister in arms is on the sunny coast, my Spike. A dark one in the sunny town, such a splendor she is. She can have all the cookies she wants.” Drusilla started to move about again, loosing interest in the discussion. “Come, my pet. Let’s go dance and be merry.”

“Dru,” his arms wound around Drusilla’s waist again. “How about the slayer? She’s here, yeah?”

“Oh, the sun warrior is here, but our William will take care of her. Sh, he’s already found her, that naughty boy. Such spirit and grace.”

TBC

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Chapter 3

Down on the first floor, Buffy and her four friends were having a wonderful time. Between the tequila shots, that Clara came back with and Sara’s declaration of Alabama Slammers for everyone, Buffy was having a hard time keeping up with the guys. She dragged John on to the dance floor a couple times, making him dance near the drums and getting splattered with paint. Nursing a beer that John brought back after their dance, Buffy sat in the comfortable safe haven, between her two favorite men. Knowing she needed to stop drinking and sober up a little, Buffy stumbled to the bar. Luckily, she already opened a tab, so she didn’t have to co-ordinate payment yet. Ordering coffee and sodas, she stumbled back to the couch. The bartender offered for a waitress to carry the drinks over, since she was so inebriated. Stumbling over the back of the couch, Buffy landed headfirst. Eric and John laughed at her antics and tried to right her position. Slapping her ass, John felt a tell tale bite on his thigh. “Oh, you little tease!” He grabbed her legs that were still flaying in the air and twisted her so they were in his lap. Eric watched as she struggled, but couldn’t free herself, because her head was trapped underneath her on the cushion. Joining in the fun, Eric slapped her ass and dodged her flaying arms.

Embarrassed at her antics, Buffy lifted up and rescued her head. Laying face down on Eric’s lap and John holding her legs she smiled. “So, I’ve got you two by the proverbial balls.” She shook her ass towards John and tried to free her legs.

“Huh?” Eric looked down and saw where her head laid. “Let her legs go, man!”

Snickering, John held on tighter and slapped Buffy’s ass again. “Why should I?”

She twisted her head and smiled, “Because I got your boy toy’s balls next to my teeth. Let me go if you ever what him to be a man again.” Immediately her legs were free and she was sitting up correctly. After a couple minutes, Buffy whined, “I’m cold.” Her arms were covered in goose bumps and she brought her arms up and tried to get warm. Being the gentleman that he was, John took off his blazer and covered her shoulders. Smiling gratefully, Buffy got her arms in the sleeves. Almost instantly, she was more comfortable. “Thanks, sweetie.” Drinking the coffee, Buffy started to get more energy and wanted to dance. “John, dance with me.”

John shook his head, “Ask Eric. You already dragged me into that death trap they call a dance floor.” Fluttering her eyelashes at Eric, Buffy pouted out her bottom lip and asked Eric. Giving into the pixie, Eric nodded and helped Buffy stand up. Before they could get three steps to the dance floor, John came up behind Buffy and took his jacket. “Didn’t think I’d let you cover it in pink paint, did you?”

Hugging him she whispered, “You know me too well.” Going back to the couch, John chuckled.

Two fast songs later, Buffy and Eric were cover in blue and pink paint, but having fun. The techno music blasted in their ears, as they grinded in the dance floor. “You know, I must be really pathetic.”

“Huh, pathetic, why?” Eric moved his hands down to Buffy’s waist and brought her closer.

“It’s been way to long since I’ve had a good hard fuck and here I am humping my roommate’s gay boyfriend’s leg in the middle of New York! With no chance of having a fuck tonight. Pathetic!”

Throwing his head back, Eric nodded and replied, “You’re right, pathetic.”

“Hey, you didn’t have to agree with me.” Thinking for a minute, “You’re one to talk, you’re grinding your boyfriend’s roommate!”

“Touché,” with a wink he continued, “But I’m going to get laid tonight.” Laughing together, the pair continued their close dance, unaware a pair of eyes following their movements, ever since Buffy went up to the bar.

Sitting back in the shadows of the club, stood one amazed and pissed off vampire. William fought the desire to let go of his demon and rip her away from him, teaching her whom she should be with. Her long golden hair, hung over her shoulders as she moved against the other man. Blind hatred and jealousy overwhelmed William’s body, mind, and missing soul as he watched her dance with the man. He didn’t even know that she was in New York, he lost contact with her shortly after her mom moved from L.A. Glancing towards his sire and her mate was, William moved closer to the object of his past obsession.

William wasn’t sure what made him turn his head to see her. At first, he was just hunting the group of women he noticed dancing earlier. The women made their way up to the bar and then suddenly something made him lose his concentration of his prey. Maybe it was a familiar laugh or the scent of perfume, but whatever it was, it forced William to see her. She was barely standing up straight, talking to the bartender. He noticed her white tank top was covered in splotches of neon paint; obviously she was dancing near the drums. On the tip of her nose, was a small orange droplet of paint that just begged for a kiss, William’s lips itched to kiss the paint away. All too soon, she turned her back on him and headed back to her friends. The backs of her blue jeans were covered in the paint, too. He watched her stumble slightly as she neared the couch. Suddenly her legs were up in the air and two men started to spank her. Fury entered his eyes, turning them from blue to yellow in the matter of milliseconds. Almost in admiration, he watched as she threatened the men and her subsequent turn around.

Despite the missing years, William knew who the beautiful creature was: his best friend. In the shadows, he studied the subtle and not so subtle changes. Her hair was straighter and longer compared to how she used to wear it. One of the first things he noticed even when she was at the bar, her chest filled out more. Her breasts, barely restrained by her tank top, looked soft and inviting as the peaked over the top. His nose and mouth itched to nuzzle and taste the sweet honey that was her golden skin. Her skin stretched taunt over her bones and muscles, previewing a beautiful body hidden by her clothes. William relished in watching her walk, the movement of a predator, but wasn’t he the predator and her, his prey?

Shaking his thoughts away, he watched he snuggle between the two men. Jealousy reigned over William as the taller of her companions, draped his jacket over her shoulders and she gave a grateful smile. William remembered when that smile, those twinkling eyes were directed at him. Growling deep in his throat, William moved forward, ready to claim what was rightfully his. Twenty more feet to go and he would be able to touch that silken hair, twenty too many feet, because at that moment she was dragging the other male onto the dance floor. She left the coat with its owner and begun to dance and have fun. The demon screaming inside his body to kill the man, William calmly walked to the bar to get a closer look at her dancing. During the first song, the couple danced and jumped to the beat of the music, but all too soon, their bodies moved closer together. Slinking back into the shadows that littered the edge of the club, William watched as her leg came up and rested on his hip. He watched her mouth move closer to his ear, whispering something of great importance. Laughing, the two continued to dance.

No longer able to control the impulse, William stepped out on to the dance floor, it was time.

a/n: Thanks for the great reviews. I'm glad you are enjoying NYA. To answer Beth's comment: S/W will be implied. At times it may be implied heavily... I'm not a slash writer and I don't think I would do such a good job with Slash.

a/n: This chapter skips from s/d and w/b quite a bit.

Chapter 4

The rhythm of the drums coursed through her body, in time with her beating heart, blood rushing from top to bottom and bottom to top. Arching her back, Buffy moved harder on Eric as he grinded himself into her. She threw her damp hair back and ran her fingers through her sweaty locks. The dull ache in her lower stomach started again, throwing Buffy’s concentration off her dancing. “Are you ready to sober up?” Eric asked. She shook her head ‘no’ and they continued to dance. If she sobered up, she would have to find the origin of her ache, and that would be a buzz kill to her and her friends. Glancing up at the balcony, her eyes were drawn to a couple dancing at the edge. Her glorious black hair hung low on her back, perfectly coiffed without a hair out of place. Her red dress hung suggestively on her body, curving around her waist. What really caught her eyes was the man dancing with her. His white hair flashed, with colors of the laser lights, as he looked down adoringly at the woman. His black encased body seemed to surround the woman; his black duster coat covered her body as she moved closer to him. Feeling like an unwelcome intruder, Buffy averted her eyes and looked towards the bar.

In the direct line of her eyesight stood one figure, one man, one creature.

~*~*~

“Look, my Spike. Our William has her now, doesn’t he?” Drusilla turned Spike’s head around and forced him to look down on the dance floor. As if Moses himself parted the dancers, William stood there, looking at one thing and that thing stared right back at him. Spike watched, as the girl untangled herself from her dance partner and stood up straight. Currents of electricity flowed between the two on the dance floor, everyone else seemingly vanishing from the club. Spike watched them, inching towards each other, sizing each other up. This was what Spike loved, the moments before the first fist flew, the first claw bared, the first barb thrown. The sweet smell of fierce adrenaline pumping through the slayer’s veins and arteries, made the victory all so much sweeter.

Fascinated by the image of the slayer, ready to fight with one of his brethren, Spike stayed up on the upper level, instead of joining in on the fun. Drusilla bounced on her feet, clapping her hands quietly. In the deep recesses of his mind, Spike knew he could add another slayer to his post, but quickly dismissed the thought. It was William’s turn, he hunted the girl down and it was up to him to finish her off. The girl didn’t look scared at all; maybe she didn’t even know what was coming. It was logical, she was in a bar and probably drinking, she may not even know what snuck up on her. Anxious for the battle to start, Spike balanced himself on the balls of his feet. He gauged the two warriors waiting for either one to make the first move. He could not see the face of the tiny slip of a girl, but he did see her flip her hair over her shoulder. However, he did have an unobstructed view of William. His legs were parted with his arms rested at his sides; the most fascinating thing though, was the tremendous emotions in his eyes: desire. Spike knew that well. Slayer blood was a legendary aphrodisiac. During the Boxer Rebellion in China, Spike felt it. The magical life giving force of the ultimate warrior filled his veins for days after he drained her dry. His perpetual hard-on kept Drusilla happy for two weeks. The months following his victory against the slayer, were filled with an incomplete feeling when he was feeding from his victims. They did not fill his undead body as completely as hers did. She fought up until the end, making her blood all that more potent. Lost in memories, Spike almost missed it. The only thing that alerted him to the upcoming movement was Drusilla whispering, “Wait ‘til you see this, my pet. Our William will surprise us!”

Almost in slow motion, the two figures moved closer together. The slayer moved with grace that would rival the best hunters in the universe. William outstretched his arms as she moved closer. Wondering why William was giving a perfect opportunity to the Slayer for a deadly blow, Spike leaned against the railing.

~*~*~

Through her alcohol-laden brain, she felt a presence. Turning around, Buffy couldn’t believe her eyes, was that William? She let go of Eric and stepped away, looking at a ghost from her past. Stepping closer, Buffy pushed her hair behind her shoulders and cocked her head to the side. It looked like him. His lean, almost lanky, body stood out from the shadows. She felt Eric move away, probably back to John and the gang on the couches. Mesmerized, Buffy studied her old friend. Thick, dark blond curls still topped his head. Stepping closer, Buffy wondered if this truly was William, her best friend, her first crush, her first kiss, her first disappointment. Her heart started to beat faster, and she felt a vibration pulsing through her body, it hummed as she came closer to her lost friend. God could it be him after all these years? Her head began to swim from the sensations racing through her body. How many times had she thought of him? How many times had she wondered what could have been? She watched his arms open in a beckoning call for her. Smiling, she knew it was him. It was her William. There was an almost luminous sheen about him, and she wondered if he was real. Even from this distance, his eyes bore into hers and touched her soul, and she felt the shock run down her spine.

~*~*~

William knew she saw him, the moment she turned around. The look in her eyes directed at him, almost made his heart beat. She let go of the guy she was dancing so intimately with. Energy flowed through William’s body like it was blood, enticing him to move toward her. The demon howled and rallied behind his eyes for release. She should be his, would be his, in every sense. Shaking off the impulse to take her right there, William opened his arms up. If she came to him, she would be his. William knew she was his if she took those precious few steps towards him. Grinning, his demon silently growled, “Come to me.” He felt her blood pump faster as her breathing became shallow and erratic. He watched the muscles in her body tense up and coil underneath her skin.

In a virtual symphony of movement, Buffy ran towards William’s outstretched arms. She flew against his surprisingly hard body, without knocking him over. His arms wrapped around her waist and brought her even closer to him. Blind to the world around them, Buffy looked into William’s clear blue eyes, savoring the sharp feeling that surged through her body. She reached out and touched his chest. As she did, his hand caught her wrist. He was real, and it was him, his smiled sealed it. “William?” Buffy wrapped one arm around his neck, the other up his back and dug her nails into him. This was real. This was intense, more powerful than she ever remembered feeling. The butterflies in her stomach were in the middle of a fucking rain dance in the pit of her stomach. She felt an indescribably draw towards him. She darted her tongue out to moisten her parched lips, and watched his eyes watch the movement of her tongue.

Without thought, their lips melted together, tongues dueled, and breaths mingled. He withdrew from the kiss then whispered in her ear, “I almost didn’t believe it was you.” He said in a deep tone which made her shiver. She tangled her fingers into his hair and drew him closer to her. He felt different. Gone was his teenage gangly body and in place was muscular and lean man. She could feel his muscles flexing, as he moved his arms up and down her back. She had been burning up, the alcohol in her blood and the heat in the club made her feel as though she would burst into flame, yet she felt a coolness as she leaned into his body. He was cold yet inviting; she didn’t want to let him go.

~*~*~

Spike couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Not only did William open his arms, but also the damn slayer ran into his arms like they were lovers! What the fuck was happening? Maybe it was just a ploy to get the Slayer to trust young William before he killed her. That HAD to be it because any other explanation was just inconceivable.

Drusilla danced beside him, oblivious to the play Spike was spying on. Glancing over at her, Spike watched her head fall back as she gasped, “Bad fairies! You shall have no milk and cookies!” Her hips twitched as her arms stretched above her head, “Such a beautiful Childe, my Spike.” Her eyes closed and her movement stopped almost completely. “I see the sun, pet. It burns and fries the wiggling worms.” Her eyes snapped open, as her body went rigid. Her hands clutched the top of her head in a desperate attempt to soothe herself. “Make it stop, Spike! Make the sun go away!” Spike moved fast to catch the collapsing Drusilla before she hit the floor.

Spike encircled Drusilla’s slight body, cradling her head on his shoulder. “Sh, love. There’s no sun here. It’s night, remember?”

Her dark doe eyes looked up into Spike’s steel gray ones, softened only by concern for her. She could almost see the sea blue color forming in the outer edges of his pupil. “Oh, Spike. The cookies taste like ashes now. Can we make more?”

Sighing, Spike nodded and helped Drusilla up. It was evident this night was too much for her fragile brain. He looked around the upper level and surmised no one would notice him carrying Drusilla out. Lifting her up, Spike glanced down at William and the Slayer. Disgusted that he had his arms wrapped around such a vile thing Spike made his way to the back entrance. William would find his way home, if the Slayer didn’t kill him before sunrise.

a/n: Keep the reviews coming. I'll try an update at least one more chapter this afternoon if you want it.

Chapter 5
Her arms were wound so tightly around William’s neck that he couldn’t breathe, even if he wanted to. Mimicking the movements of her diaphragm, William held onto his precious friend just as tightly. He breathed in her wonderful and intoxicating scent. Almost lightheaded, William released his strong hold to look at her face. Smiling up at him, Buffy’s eyes started to water. “We didn’t know where you were.” A lone tear ran down her face. Giving into the impulse, William moved his face forward and kissed her tear away.

William tasted the salty liquid on his lips and almost changed to his demon visage. Hoping she did not see the slight ripple, he asked, “What do you mean?” The background of the club started to surround them again. The beating of the drums and loud conversations around them assaulted their senses. Slowly their bodies became accustomed to each other and began to sway.

“We… we heard about your mom a couple years ago, I’m sorry.” The sincerity in her eyes, made William’s unbeating heart swell. “My dad… he told us like months after. I wish I was there… for you. But…” She shrugged and her eyes teared up again. “We called the old number, but… it was disconnected.” She buried her face in his cool shoulder. “Dad said you disappeared.”

“Sh, sweetheart, I’m here now.” William’s arms held her closer. When his mom finally passed away, he tried to find Hank so he could find Buffy, but Hank Summers was not in the country. William’s hands moved down to rest at her tiny waist. He couldn’t help but think, this was what it was supposed to be all those years ago. If only he kissed her back on his birthday. If only he told her how he felt before she left town. If only she didn’t move away. If only. Shaking himself out of his reverie, William moved his hands up her back, feeling the muscles give way to his nimble fingers. William felt his cock twitch with desire as he moved with Buffy. In the past couple years since he was turned, he had his fair share of willing women and minions writhing in his bed, but none of them inspired such desire, as the tiny woman in his arms. Her body was like fire, burning his cool skin and her breath was like the Santa Anna winds, dangerously warming his neck.

Buffy sighed and moved closer to his body, surrounded by him. She felt so safe in his arms. She felt like the missing years didn’t matter. In his arms, it didn’t matter that she was the Vampire Slayer, doomed to a short life of pain and loneliness. It didn’t matter that her first real love, turned against her the day after they had sex. It didn’t matter that she knew of the things that went bump in the night, and they stalked her. It didn’t matter that she was a poor college student, with an eight o’clock class the next day. The only thing that mattered was him, holding her, under the strobe light.

The song changed from slow to fast. The people around them started to jump around, knocking into them, as they shared this private moment. Pulling back, Buffy looked up into William’s dark blue eyes. “I still can’t believe it’s you!”

William chuckled, “Believe it, baby! Can I buy you a drink?” At Buffy’s nod, William grabbed her hand and moved towards the closest bar, he didn’t want to loose hold of her. William ordered two drinks for them and paid for them. Standing at the bar, wrapped up in each other, they didn’t notice Clara coming up.

“Hey Buff. Who’s this?” Clara’s short stature almost made her invisible, in the sea of bodies at the bar.

“Clara, this is an old friend from California, William. William, this is my good friend, Clara.” Buffy gestured to each of the people in front of her.

“Nice to meet you.” William shook her hand.

“You too.” Clara took her hand back and faced Buffy. “The guys were wondering where you were. Eric said you stopped dancing with him. Why don’t you two come on over?”

Buffy looked up at William. Would he want to meet her friends? Would they accept him? He was always very shy and considered a nerd. She knew before he met her and came to school with her, William had difficulty making friends. It wasn’t difficult in high school for her friends to accept William, because they knew William, even before he started attending school with them. This was different. Her friends here in New York weren’t as superficial as her friends in L.A., but she still worried. They knew her to be the confident, young single woman and she felt anything but that with William beside her. William nodded in consent as they followed Clara back to the couch and chairs.

Eric sat next to John and they were embroiled in a heated discussion. Buffy couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she thought it had to do with Eric leaving her alone on the dance floor. Clara sat in a big chair with her sister. Justine walked up behind Buffy and William, curious at the man that made out with the normally shy and reserved Buffy in front of everyone. “Guys this is William, a friend from California. William, these are my friends. You met Clara. Next to her is Sara, her sister.” William nodded in their direction, not willing to let go of his prize. “On the couch is Eric and John.” The two men on the couch looked William up and down, like a father would do to his daughter’s first serious boyfriend. “Where’s Justine?”

“Right behind you, kiddo.” Buffy turned and looked behind them. Justine stood with a silly smirk shit eating smirk. “So you’re William? Nice to meet you.” She shook hands with William. “I’ve heard quite a few things about you.” Justine winked at William, “Just never thought you two were the kissing kind of friends.” Justine turned around and walked away, ignoring the shocked and questioning look William was sporting.

“Talk about rude, what’s her problem?” Sara spoke up. Sara and Justine were not the best of friends and had quite a large rivalry between them.

“I got her with paint earlier, she was just getting me back,” Buffy laughed the comments off. Justine knew of William that was true. One night when they were having a girls’ night out, the girls shared intimate details of their first crush, kiss, and time. It was one of those female things bonding women do. “Anyways, I knew William in L.A. We were best friends before I moved to Sunnydale.” Buffy wrapped her arms around William’s waist.

John moved closer to Eric and insisted that the new couple sit down. Buffy’s sobering up drinks were discarded as new drinks were ordered. Three shot of tequila and a shot of Fire and Ice later, the group was laughing like they all were old friends. John sat next to William, “So you knew Buffy when she was young and stupid. Well, young anyway.” John chuckled at his joke, as Buffy sent him a scathing look. William wanted to rip the throat out of the man sitting next to him. He was the one that gave Buffy his jacket. Not only did Buffy have John’s scent all over her, but he had hers. Knowing that she wouldn’t have introduced him to John, if they were a couple made William a little calmer.

“Yes, I knew her since we were… when did we meet, Buffy?” She mouthed ‘ten’ to William and he moved back to John. “Since we were ten. Met in our parents work.”

“So what was she like?” Eric chimed in. William thought it was strange that John smelled partly of Buffy and Eric. It was almost like they were lovers. It finally dawned on William, that he had nothing to worry about from these two men, they were lovers and felt nothing but a brotherly love towards Buffy.

“Pretty much like how she is now.”

Buffy playfully slapped William’s shoulder, “Don’t tell them that! I was a total ditz. My brain was covered in boys and cheerleading.”

“And you aren’t a ditz now?” John asked. Despite his attempts, William was really starting to hate John.

“Shut up asshole!” Buffy leaped over William’s lap, partial sitting in it and started to tickle John. Yelping, John called ‘uncle.’ Buffy started to retreat, but William’s firm grip on her waist prevented her from moving off him. Instead, he helped her move her legs so she was sitting on his lap. William scooted towards the end of the couch, to sit in the corner with Buffy firmly seated in his lap. Buffy looked into William’s eyes and both were lost. Blue orbs met green and they spoke volumes without a sound.

“Hey, Buff. It’s already three don’t you have an early class?”

Breaking out of her trance, Buffy gasped, “Oh shit! I do. I’ve got to go.” She stood up before William could grab her down. The erection that she hid from the others by sitting on his lap, was now public. William sat forward, trying to hide it and willing it to go away. Buffy turned around and bent down towards William, “I’m sorry, but I have a class at eight.”

“Really?” William pouted. He didn’t want to lose sight of her. She was his now and he wasn’t going to give her up. Maybe he could get her alone and take her. No one would be the wiser before it was too late. Grinning, William whispered, “Just ten more minutes?” She looked around at her friends and nodded in consent. “Can we talk… alone?” Buffy nodded again. William looked around and finally up to the balcony. It was dark and it looked relatively deserted. “Let’s go upstairs.”

In the back corner past the upstairs bar, William cornered Buffy against the wall. Their mouths met in a flurry. Passion from the past years surfaced and both practically inhaled the other. Breaking free from her mouth, William trailed cool, wet kisses down her face towards her throat. She threw her head back in submission, offering him what he wanted most. Almost at her jugular, William opened his mouth and sucked in her golden skin. Unholy sweetness filled his mouth, making him forget his objective. Her pulse sped up and her hips moved towards him, letting him know how this was affecting her. Her leg came up his thigh, making a warm cradle for his groin. Through her jeans and his, her wet heat hit him, making his cock elongate even more. Slowly grinding their sexes together, they were lost in a world of ice and fire.

After thirty minutes, John was elected to go find Buffy and William. Climbing the stairs he saw William lead her up, he quickly found the couple embracing in the corner. Embarrassed at seeing one of his best friends making out for the first time, John cleared his throat. When he got no reaction, John moved to tap William on the shoulder. Startled, William’s eyes flashed gold as his incisors grew. Gaining control of his transformation, William looked at John and dropped his head in defeat. He was so wrapped up in kissing Buffy, he forgot to make her his. “Time to go, Buff.”

Dejectedly, “Yeah, I know. Thanks John.” Buffy stepped out of William’s embrace and went over to the bar. Coming back with a napkin, Buffy wrote something down. She quickly leaned in and gave William a chaste kiss, and stuffed the napkin in his jeans pocket. John and Buffy walked down the stairs and followed her friends out of the club. William stayed up on the balcony, watching his object of affection leave him. Vowing that he would hunt her down, he felt the napkin in his pocket. William pulled it out and smiled. It was her address and phone number.

Almost skipping down the road, William made his way towards the liar.

a/n: Thank you for your great responses and keep them coming.

Chapter 6
The lair that the vampire family chose was not a typical lair. The large house was clean and fully furnished with modern furniture. The walls still smelled of fresh paint. William climbed up the large front staircase, humming to himself. The only thing that would make tonight even better would be carrying Buffy’s unconscious body up the stairs with him. William could picture the two blood red pricks on her neck, he imagined the slight smear of his blood staining her puffy lips. Lost in his musings, William almost ran into Spike on the second floor. “Oi, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

William stepped back from his brother. “Spike, sorry, didn’t see you.” He shifted his weight to one foot and then the other. William could smell the sedative Spike must have put into Drusilla’s blood. Lately, Spike has had to sedate her because she would try to walk into the sunlight while everyone was sleeping. The whole family was getting desperate to keep Drusilla happy.

Spike’s mouth split in a grin smelling the intoxicating slayer musk on William, “So, mate. Still coming down from the high?” Spike wrapped one arm around William’s shoulders, almost in a proud fatherly gesture. “I was on it for almost a month, my first time.” The pair started to move down the hallway towards William’s quarters.

“First time? What?” William was perplexed; Spike knew that he wasn’t a virgin. “I’m not high. Actually, I’m still hungry. Probably go down to the kitchen and get something quick.”

“Hungry? Shit, I wasn’t hungry for weeks. Guess they don’t make the Slayers like they used to.” William stopped abruptly and looked at Spike.

“Slayer? What’s a Slayer?”
~*~*~
Twenty minutes later in the living room the two men sat in big chairs facing each other. William was drinking his fresh warm blood from a pilsner. Spike sat back and relegated William with his limited knowledge of slayers. “So you are saying that there is one girl in all of the world that is given powers to fight evil?”

“I’ve been saying that for thirty minutes, you wanker. YES! One girl fights the demons, dies, and another one is called. They even have a handbook about it.” Spike said yet again.

“I don’t get it, why haven’t I heard of a slayer before?”

“Didn’t need to know about her, did you now?” If it weren’t for the topic, Spike would be tired of talking to William, sometimes he was just too dense, but slayers were one of Spike’s favorite past times. He had killed two already. The knowledge that one was alive in the same city, made him very happy.

“So, what she’s like a super hero for humans?”

“Pfft, please. Super hero, my ass.” Spike sat back in the chair and crossed his legs. “They get the calling when they are fifteen or something. I guess they are infused with strength and agility. So how do you know this bird, if you didn’t know she was the slayer?” Spike was amazed that William knew the Slayer.

“She was my best friend.” William whispered and looked down at his hands.

“Didn’t see her at your funeral, must not have been too friendly.” Spike scoffed.

“She didn’t know about my mom before it was too late and by the time she found out… well you know.” William gestured around him. “She moved after freshman year in high school. God, she was the best friend anyone could ask for. When I met her I was this shy kid that couldn’t put two words together in front of a girl.” William looked up at the ceiling with fond memories. “Gave me my first kiss.”

Spike eyed William and realization finally dawned, “You love her!”

“What?” William looked down at Spike who had vamped out in his realization.

“You love the bloody slayer.” Spike whooped out a laugh. “That’s classic, mate.”

William was starting to get angry. How dare Spike judge. “What’s your problem? So what if I love her. She was the best thing to happen to me.”

“Nothing, except it’s bloody unnatural. You’re a vampire. She’s a vampire slayer. Unnatural!”

“So? Aren’t vampires unnatural? I don’t see the big deal.” William sat back in the chair, crossing his arms, and pouted. This wasn’t the way this conversation was supposed to go.

“The big deal is she’s going to find out and you will have a dusty end. Drusilla won’t be too happy with that. I have a hard enough time keeping her happy as it is.”

“That’s not true!” Spike didn’t know what he was talking about.

“It fucking is, mate. Look, her calling is to kill creatures like us, like you. The minute she finds out. Scratch that, the second she does, you better be watching for flying pieces of wood.” Spike was very satisfied at this turn of events. Even if he was telling the truth, playing with William’s mind was always fun.

“No, she’ll love me, just like I love her!” William stood up defiantly. “She kissed me tonight!”

“Sit down, mate.” William glared at Spike, but still did as he was told, “Look, don’t want to piss on your parade, actually yeah, I do. She’s the slayer, the chosen one,” Spike turned his voice deeper, more sinister, “She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer. And all that drivel. How old is the bird, anyway?”

“I think twenty two. Her birthday is coming up.”

“So she’s been a slayer since?”

“Don’t know.”

“You said you knew her when she was fifteen? Notice anything different about her?”

“What do you mean?”

“Hanging out with weird old guys? Disappearing after the sun goes down? Tired during the day?”

“Not really. Oh there was this one guy, Merrick that wouldn’t leave her alone. And she kind of got kicked out of school at the end of her freshman year. She lit the gym on fire.” William thought back to those years. Maybe she was a slayer all those years ago.

“Any explanation?”

“Not really. Her mom moved her and her sister shortly after that.” William sat thoughtfully and said to himself, “Why wouldn’t she tell me?”

“That’s when you two lost touch?”

“Yeah.”

“Seems to me, little miss slayer was the Chosen One way back then.” The two men sat quietly, thinking things over. “So what’s she doing here in the Big Apple?”

“School. She’s about to graduate in visual arts or something like that. She always liked art and drawing.” William sat back thoughtfully. “I think her mom bought an art gallery where they moved to.” William stood up and started to pace. “Why didn’t she tell me, Spike? I mean best friend here!”

“Slayers are supposed to be secret so no one knows and goes after them. Of course, us demons can spot her out of a crowd of a thousand. Got tingly feelings and all.” Spike’s knowledge included on how to kill slayers, nothing about their private life. They were nothing more than a delicacy.

“Tingling feelings?” William stopped his stride and looked over at his brother.

“Didn’t you feel anything, mate?” Spike rested his arms on his knees. “Like you knew she was different?”

“Buffy has always been different, special.” William shrugged his shoulders.

“Buffy? That’s rich, her name is Buffy?” Spike sat back, laughing.

“Shut up, Spike.”

“So, did you do her?” Spike knew he was treading a thin line, but it was so funny seeing William like this.

William confidently strode over to Spike and grabbed his neck, lifting him out of his chair, “Don’t speak about her that way!” Spike struggled and William set him back down. William knew Spike was older and stronger, but he had to defend Buffy’s virtue.

“Come on, mate.” Spike rubbed his neck. “She’s like about to graduate from college, you don’t think she’s a virgin, did you?”

“Shut up,” William growled. “How would you like someone talking about Drusilla like that?” It was Spike’s turn to growl. “How about her and her daddy? Would you like that?”

“Shut up, you don’t know nothing!” Spike slowly stalked closer to William.

“Exactly! Don’t talk about Buffy that way.”

Spike seemed to concede. “You planning on turning her?”

“Has a slayer ever been turned?” William didn’t answer the question. This new information put a damper on his plans.

“Not that I know of, but there are stories of one turning crazier than Drusilla.” Spike looked up where he knew Drusilla was sleeping. “But the thing was her sire fell under some sort of spell, taking care of her. He took care of her and every minion or Childe in that family fell under her spell too, taking care of her. They lived for over a millennium until she killed everyone in the family. With no one left to take care of her, she died too. Don’t know if it is true. Seems to be risky if it is.” Spike sat quietly for a moment, “So planning on turning her?”

“Don’t know. I don’t know.”

tbc

a/n: Can you here the cliff hanging music? I certainly can... stay tuned and I will update tomorrow.

Chapter 7
The sun rose high in the sky, as Buffy headed back to her apartment. This was her special time, when John was still at class and the rest of the building was at work. The quiet hallways of the building allowed her footsteps to echo. Twisting her key in the lock and rattling the doorknob announced her presence to her black and white cat, Felix. Smiling, she opened the door and the feline popped his head out of the apartment, purring at his favorite owner. Dropping her heavily loaded book bag and taking off her winter coat, Buffy plopped down on the well-worn blue couch. Felix hopped up and made himself comfortable in her lap. Absentmindedly, she petted his head and reached for the TV remote. “What kind of trailer trash do you think is on Jerry today, Felix?” The only response to her question was a deep purr and the feel of Felix’s body stretching. Clicking through the soap operas and court shows, Buffy landed on the Lifetime Network. Sitting back she began to watch some made-for-TV movie.

Thirty minutes later and three switches of channels, the phone rang dragging Buffy out of her comfortable position. “Hello?”

“Hey there!” She knew immediately who was on the other end of the line. All those years ago, he would greet her the same way on the phone. The only difference being that his voice was so much deeper and more confident now.

“William, you called!” She was truly amazed that he called so quickly. She sat up and Felix meowed a very loud complaint.

“Of course I did! What the hell was that?” William was smiling, as he talked to his girl. After his discussion with Spike, William had headed off to bed for some rest, but it never came. If the legend was true and a turned slayer went crazy, what would happen with Buffy? He wanted her with him. He could smell her scent on his clothes from the night before. He could feel her body moving around him, enticing him to take what was rightfully his. Giving up on rest, William went back to the main floor, running into Spike again. He was lying on the couch watching his precious “Passions” television show. Knowing the sedated Drusilla was still out, William made his way to the kitchen through the minions that were awake. William picked up the cordless phone and dialed the already memorized number. Within two rings, she picked up. Her voice sounded hoarse and sleepy. He imagined her lying in bed, resting from her early class. He envisioned her under a warm comforter, nestled snug beside him.

“Oh, that’s Felix, my kitty.” Felix lifted his head in mock outrage at being called a kitty. “Ok, my not so much kitty, but cat.” She stroked Felix’s ears, making him purr in contentment.

“Ah, so what are you doing to make him sound like that?” William only wished he was there with her.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she smiled into the phone and continued her petting.

“That I would, sweetheart.” Her heart melted at the endearment. “Look, I don’t know what you are doing tonight, but I thought maybe we could get together.” If William had breath, he would be holding it. After all last night’s kisses and caresses, he still had a fear that she would reject him.

“That would be great.” He could hear her excitement. “Oh wait, shit, I can’t.” After a long pause, “the gang is having a study group here, but you can come over after?” She bit her lower lip, worrying it between her teeth. “I can guarantee tequila and Jack Daniels.”

“Sounds like fun, Buffy. I can’t wait. What time does your study thing end?”

“Knowing us, since it starts at seven it will end by nine thirty.” She laughed a little and his heart swelled with the sound. “It’s a wonder that any of us get good grades or graduate.” Buffy sat back into the couch. Felix readjusted himself on her lap. “So what are you up to today?”

“Ah, nothing much. Just hanging out with a couple friends.” William looked around to see if any of his “friends” were eavesdropping on him.

“So what do you do to keep yourself occupied?” She forgot to ask these questions last night. The whole reunion went by so quickly; she forgot a lot of important questions.

“Work with a couple friends here and there to pick up some cash. Not really into the nine to five job.”

“I see. I’m more of a night owl, too. Always have been. I remember calling you up at midnight way back when.” She chuckled at the fond memory.

“Me too. And my mom would wonder why the cordless phone batteries ran out of juice every morning. She never knew.”

“Really? My mom knew. She checked the phone bill and it listed the local calls. How come the bills no longer show the local calls?” She asked without expecting an answer. “So anyway, come over around ten, we definitely will be done by then.”

“Sounds good.” He knew that they should get off the phone, but he didn’t want to. “Buffy?”

“Yeah?” She felt the same way.

“I don’t want to hang up,” he admitted. He could feel such a pull through the phone lines he almost couldn’t take it.

“Neither do I.” She said quietly.

“But we’d better.” Logic ruled as he stated it.

“I guess. I’ll see you tonight?” Her hopeful tone was almost his undoing. How fast could her run to her? Would the sun get him?

“But of course!” William could hear the hopeful tone in her voice, ecstatic that she really wanted to see him. Maybe he could tell her about the vampire thing tonight and she wouldn’t freak. He could tell her all the benefits. “See you tonight.”

“Tonight. Bye.”

~*~*~

Studying went fast. Cramming away for their final tests, the group started to drink around nine. Feeling a little warm, Buffy opened the door to the balcony and looked down. Standing in front of her building was William. Glancing into the dark street she made out two other figures, the same from the balcony of the night before. A splash of bleached white hair marked the man holding the dark beauty in his arms. The three were talking in an animated conversation. “William!” She saw his head pop up in her direction. “Come on up when you’re ready!” William waved to her and continued his conversation.

John exited the apartment and stood next to Buffy. He handed her a glass filled with a Tequila Sunrise. Looking down he said, “Be careful Buffy. Something isn’t right.”

“What?” She looked over at her friend.

“I know, you’ve been happier with him this past day than you have the whole time I’ve known you, but something is… off. I don’t know what it is, but it’s there.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Buffy leaned against the railing, looking at her friend.

“Doesn’t it seem strange that, after all these years, you guys meet up again?” John sat down on a chair.

“It happens.” She shrugged.

“I know. It’s just weird. Was he at the club with anyone? Seems strange to go to that club alone.”

“I think he was with those two,” she pointed down at the street. “I saw them up on the balcony while Eric and I danced.

“But he didn’t introduce you?”

“They were gone when we went upstairs.”

“Fine, Buffy, I just don’t want to see you hurt.”

“I know, John.” She looked down seeing that William had gone into the building, and the two figures left were watching her and John. “I appreciate it, but it’s William. I’ve known him for like forever!” The two on the balcony moved into the living room and to their friends.

John got up and answered the door when William knocked. “Come on in, man. We’ve been expecting you.” William scanned the room. Clara and Eric were sitting on the worn couch and Sara was sitting between the couch and coffee table. Finally he spotted Buffy with a beer in hand coming out of the kitchen. A smile lit up her face as she came toward him. William opened his arms and a very warm and wriggling Buffy entered them. Smiling into her hair, William inhaled her scent of spice and alcohol. She led him over to a chair in the corner and motioned him to sit. She hopped up on the arm and handed him the beer. John made his way into the kitchen to make Buffy another drink.

Within ten minutes the friends and William were having a good time. Even though William wanted Buffy to himself, he didn’t mind hanging out with these people. They told silly and embarrassing stories about each other, as they became more intoxicated.

Clara and Sara were the first to leave, citing an early class. Buffy insisted that she accompany them down to the street while holding William’s hand. They watched as the two girls disappeared into the dark night. Standing a few feet away, Buffy smiled and headed over to the elevator.

“Elevator? Why didn’t you tell me? I walked up five flights for nothing?” William whined when he saw the contraption. Buffy looked at him and smiled. He was so cute with his lip pouted out.

“It’s not very reliable…gets stuck all the time.” Buffy winked at him and sashayed herself into the dark box when the doors opened. The dark yellow light flickered a couple times over her. Taking a quick unneeded breath, William watched her walk in and move to make room for him.

William followed her and smiled. “Not reliable, yeah?” Buffy glided back into the corner and nodded. “Could get stuck between floors?” Again she nodded. Motioning him to come closer with her finger, she hooked her other hand into his belt loop and drew him closer. The dark compartment started to shudder its way upward. Tensing at her teasing, William sucked in his cheeks, waiting for her to make a move.

“Stuck… all the time.” Her mouth opened and her tongue peeked through her plumped lips. He felt the temperature rise around them as his head dipped closer to hers. The heartbeat pulsing in her neck sped up as her heart started to pump harder. Inhaling, trying to mimic her, he smelled it, the sweet smell of her arousal. Sure that his cock was about to burst from his blue jeans, William pressed it up against her stomach. Smiling like a cat that had just eaten the cream Buffy pushed her groin into his, eliciting a groan from him. Her fingers crept up his chest, sliding across the material. “Wonder if we will be… un…” she smiled a bit, “lucky and get stuck.” The meaning of her words was not lost on William.

Smiling, William kissed her neck. “I’m sure.” Buffy let her head fall back, moaning at the feeling of his wet mouth making its way up to her face. He bit down with blunt teeth, lightly marking her neck as his. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his shoulders, while his mouth journeyed up her neck. Warm breath mixed with cool, as their lips met for the first time that night. Hitching her leg around William’s body, she leaned against the back of the elevator bringing him in closer. He felt her hardened nipples press through her bra, when his chest came into full contact with hers. Buffy’s arms grew tighter as she lifted her other leg up. Pressing her hard against the back wall, William felt the heat of her sex blaze a trail straight to his. His hands supported her body under her ass and back. Buffy’s head hit the back wall hard, as William tried to hold her upright. She felt the bite of the railing in the cheeks of her ass, as they ground against each other. His hands traveled around more freely, letting the weight of his body, and the solid wall behind her, hold her still. A sweetly feminine smile adorned her face when she felt his erection propped up by his zipper, he felt huge! Fantasies about his long, thick cock entering her made her even wetter. Moaning deeply, Buffy practically inhaled his lips. One of William’s hands made its way to her breast, squeezing as it explored. She felt the whole compartment shudder to a stop and prayed they were stuck. Breaking away from his lips, she glanced at the doors as they opened on the fifth floor.

Slowly, she brought her legs down from around William and pushed his body away so she could slide down. William looked around, dazed at the change of actions. She reached up and gave him a short, yet expressive kiss. “Guess we didn’t get stuck this time.” Numb from the lack of blood, William nodded. He felt ravenous. He remembered feeding before he got here, but suddenly it wasn’t enough. All his blood was one place and one place only. Looking at her flushed neck, William wondered what she would taste like. Spike said slayer blood was a delicacy. William wondered what her emotionally charged blood would taste like. Breaking away from that line of thought, William tried to will his erection away. Buffy was standing at the doorway of the elevator looking at him. “Sorry, guess we need to get back.” He nodded again. Smiling, she took his hand and they walked towards the apartment door. Slowly, they made their way closer and closer to her apartment. She stopped several feet from the entrance and leaned against the wall. “OK, calm down Buffy,” Buffy spoke quietly. William looked her over and noticed she was in a state similar to his, still overly aroused. Breathing in and out for a short moment, Buffy looked through her lashes up at William, “Ready?” With another nod, they continued to her apartment.
TBC

a/n: Thank you for the reviews, keep them coming! Just a warning... I have written up to ch 25.. more to come after that

Chapter 8
A/N: Not quite a NC17 chapter, but it’s getting close. Yes, Buffy is being irresponsible and drinking again, but remember she’s in NY where she doesn’t patrol or fight many demons, so she doesn’t have to be at top form.

By midnight, everyone left the apartment except Buffy and William. The low flicker of the TV was the only thing lighting the apartment, as the couple was engaged in a heavy make-out session. Kissing and nipping and stroking, Buffy and William explored each other. William’s head was buried in Buffy’s neck, quickly sucking her soft skin into his mouth, deeply marking her as his. Buffy moaned as William’s hands found her breasts, slowly massaging them through the fabric of her shirt and bra. He smelled her arousal grow, knowing he was the reason for the writhing and panting of this woman in his arms. Her nipples hardened into pebbles, as he pinched and touched her sensitive chest. Breaking free, Buffy moaned and her breathing was rough and hard. “William…” He touched her jean clad thigh, letting his thumb graze the sensitive skin near her labia. “Oh, God!” Almost smirking like Spike, William felt a wave of manly pride as he flicked his thumb over that spot again. Buffy grabbed onto his forearm and brought it closer to her covered core, slowly moving her hips. William moved his fingers in time with her movements. He felt her pulse race against his body, as her flushed face came up to nibble on his ear. Her blood called to him, wanting him to take her, but still he resisted.

“Oh, God, William!” Her breathing turned into panting and a slick sheen appeared on her skin. Grinding down on his fingers, she felt her orgasm approach. Inhaling her sweet scent, William felt his own balls clench up with an impending orgasm, and she wasn’t even touching him in that way. Her fingers grasped at his shirt, trying to find an anchor as the storm of her orgasm overtook her. Moaning deeply, she felt the rush of warm wetness further dampening her panties. William’s hips bucked up into Buffy’s body, as he let his own satisfaction overtake him.

Long minutes later, William had cleaned himself in the bathroom, as Buffy changed clothes to go out. They decided if they stayed in the apartment much longer, they would be in trouble and end up on the bed. Each was thinking that wasn’t a bad idea. But, Buffy had run out of her favorite alcohol thirty minutes earlier and she wanted more. William came out of the bathroom and saw Buffy changing with her bedroom door slightly ajar. “Buffy?” William stepped into the tiny white room. Her twin bed sat in the corner, unmade. Barely enough room for a desk, she crammed her computer in the opposite corner. Books and notes scattered around the room as Buffy was tying her halter-top on. Refreshed with a quick swipe of the magic makeup wand, Buffy smiled and took William’s hand and led him to the local bar down the street. Walking in the cold, Buffy bundled herself up in her coat, barely noticing a slight tingle in the pit of her stomach. Casting it off as post orgasmic pleasure, she huddled closer to William.

The bar was busy, being in New York and near a college campus. Loud music radiated from the jukebox as they entered. Dozen of neighbors looked up and smiled at Buffy as she made her way to the bar. “Hey there, Buffy. The usual?” The big bartender asked as she headed towards the bar.

“You know it,” Buffy smiled and sat down facing William, “What do you want?”

The look in William’s eyes told her exactly what he wanted, “A beer’s fine.” William’s arm went around Buffy’s body, staking claim on her. He noticed the appreciative glances she got when she first walked in. He could smell the arousal still on her and concluded that she must have only changed her top. Wishing he had convinced her to stay in, William looked around the establishment. He felt a special tingling feeling he only felt when his Sire was close, he noticed them dancing in the dark. Smiling, he tipped his head in acknowledgement of Drusilla, who was looking over Spike’s shoulders as they danced. She blew him a kiss and nuzzled Spike’s throat affectionately. Grinning, William turned back to Buffy who was holding their drinks.

“Want to play pool?” William nodded in consent. Buffy grabbed his hand and headed over to the pool tables. They passed the dancing couple, as they headed for the game tables. Spike looked up from Drusilla, to see William following the Slayer to the tables. Watching carefully, looking for a sign of weakness, Spike swayed with Drusilla hanging limply in his arms. Drinking more of her beer, Buffy smiled at William. Her body was starting to feel wonderful, the sharp tingles in her abdomen gone. Buffy set her already half-drunk beer down and racked up the balls. William selected a cue stick and started to slick it up with some hand powder. She watched him as he held the stick in front of him, “William, is that your stick or are you just REALLY happy to see me?” Buffy smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes, while William rolled his eyes. Crouching down, he broke the configuration, sinking the 9 ball. Buffy smiled and picked her own stick. She watched as William missed the next shot. Grinning, she bent over the table. Her shirt sagged, giving William a good view of her unrestrained breasts. Knowing she was throwing him off his game, she sunk two striped balls in a row. William stepped up, trying not to think about Buffy’s breasts, he watched as she twirled the stick around her fingers. Deftly, her fingers moved over the stick, turning it around like a martial arts expert might. William scratched the ball when Buffy smiled and licked her lips. Seemingly undistracted, Buffy sauntered up to the table and sunk two more of her balls, gaining a nice lead. She jumped up and down, the sight making William’s cock even harder. William came around, studying the table as Buffy started to have more fun. On her second beer already, she started to run the twirling stick around her arms and neck. She was in perfect control of the flying wooden object as it twisted and turned around her, making William woozy. Smiling, she finished sinking the rest of her balls. She called the pocket and sank the black eight ball. Smiling, Buffy drank the rest of her third drink. “I win!”

William came up to her and rested his hands on her waist, “You’re drunk.” She looked around the bar and saw most of the patrons had left.

Buffy tilted her head to the side, “So? It’s Friday and I’m out with a friend. Got no responsibilities and a lot of cash.” She dug out some bills from her front pocket to show him. “Want to play again?” She fluttered her eyes.

Spike walked up behind Buffy, as she flirted shamelessly with William. The couple was too interested in each other to see Spike approach, with Drusilla right behind him. “Did I hear something about playing a game for money?” William gasped as he looked up at Spike. Smirking, Spike wrapped his arm around Drusilla. “Might take you and your lady up on the offer, mate.”

Buffy turned around and looked directly in Spike’s eyes. Steel blue gazed back. Smiling, she flipped her hair and wrapped her arm around William, not noticing a resemblance between the two or the fact she was surrounded by vampires. “I was talking to my friend here, mate.” Buffy slurred. Barely able to stand upright, she rested her hip against William, letting him hold her up.

William held her close, “Actually, Buffy. These are…friends…Spike and Drusilla.” Drusilla giggled and swatted at imaginary objects in the air.

Buffy watched Drusilla warily and then looked back at Spike. “Oh, my bad. Want to rack them up, Spoke?”

“That’s Spike, do you good to remember it.” Spike growled as he racked up the balls. Buffy chalked the tip of her stick and lined up her shot. Spike watched her as her tongue shot out of her mouth, licking her bottom lip in concentration. He felt his arousal start. Inhaling the mixed scents, Spike smelled her earlier arousal and orgasm. Smirking, he knew she and William had engaged in sex play. He could smell him on her and her on him. The mixed scents made his libido go crazy.

Smooth as ice, she let the varnished wood slide through her fingers a couple times. “So how much you say? Fifty a game?” Spike nodded and finally picked his stick. He faced Buffy as he prepared his hands and tip for the game. Buffy looked at him with wide innocent eyes, “Wow, you do that like a pro, maybe you could teach me how to take care of a stick like yours.” She turned away and winked at William who stiffened at her comment. He visibly relaxed when he realized she was just trying to distract Spike with words, rather than actions.

“Whatever, Betty.” With his stick ready, Spike faced off with Buffy.

“That’s Buffy, moron.” Buffy looked over at Drusilla, who was twirling a couple feet away. “Mind getting the doped up girl settled? She’s kind of distracting. I’m sure you would like to lose this fair and square.” Buffy smirked. She loved talking dirty while she swindled the people who challenged her at pool. Why did guys automatically think that she couldn’t play?

“She isn’t doped up, love. Just a bit nuts. Be careful what you say about her.” Spike went back to looking at the table, waiting for his turn to sink all his balls and show up the Slayer.

“Whatever, just keep her away from me,” Buffy shook the cobwebs out of her brain. Wishing she had not drunk that third beer, she peered down at the table. “All righty. Ready to lose fifty big ones?” Spike nodded at the table and Buffy lined her shot up. Sinking two balls on the first shot, she looked up at Spike’s stunned face, “Might want to take a lesson Spike, you’d be surprised how well I can handle a stick and balls.” Buffy lined up her next shot and sunk another one. She missed the next shot. Spike strolled around the table, silently wondering if the Slayer was just putting up an act with William. She didn’t seem so good then. Spike sank his first two balls into one of the pockets Buffy already had one in, she gasped, “Spike...are those your balls in my corner pocket?" Her green eyes widened as she looked down into the pocket.

Spike shook his head. He knew what she was doing, and it wasn’t going to work. He heard Drusilla whimper and saw William walk over to her, and whisper soothing words to her. She calmed down a bit, so Spike concentrated on the table. He lined up his next shot and missed. A few more rounds of taking shots and both were becoming tired of it. It was time to end the game; both knew they couldn’t play forever, even if it was enjoyable.

Stepping around the table, Buffy quickly calculated her best shot. Her mind was no longer clouded with alcohol. Bending over to evaluate an angle on the table, Buffy felt like she was just kicked in the stomach with a railroad spike. Raising her head, she noticed Spike was looking at William and Drusilla. Deciding that he needed to pay attention to the game she bent over the table, lining up a shot. “Spike, could you come over here and help me with this?” Her fingers suggestively moved up and down the shaft of her cue stick. His eyes twinkled as he looked at her.

He came up behind her, still looking at William and Drusilla talking. He pushed his erection against her ass, grinding it in, satisfied with her gasp, “Be careful who you flirt with, pet. Little girls like you shouldn’t play with big bads like me.” For emphasis, he bucked his hips into her. He stood up and stepped away, letting her take the shot. Buffy hit the eight ball in, just as Spike walked away from the table towards Drusilla. The pain in her stomach abated a bit, letting her collect herself.

“Oh, Spike. The fairies are calling to me. Soon he’ll be here, but won’t find the wicked girl. She’ll be with us.” Spike smiled at her ramblings, not paying attention to her words.

“William, go attend to your bird, she’s a bit horny, yeah?” William stiffened and looked at Buffy. She was standing on the other side of the table, curiously looking in their direction. Her brow furrowed as if concentrating on something.

William walked over to Buffy and smile down at her. “So who won?”

Buffy looked down at the table, “I guess I did. William?” A sharp pain hit her abdomen and she almost doubled over. “I don’t feel so good. Think I am going to head home.”

William held his hand out to her, “Want me to walk you?” As soon as his hand met with her arm another pain hit her. Wincing she pulled away, she knew what the pain was about: vampires. And they were close.

“No, I… uh… I think I’ll just walk home. Stay with your friends… they are… interesting.” Buffy stepped away, her pain abating some. Her gaze shot up to William’s concerned eyes. “I uh… I need to go.” She turned towards Spike and Drusilla, “Nice meeting you, see you later.” Buffy grabbed her jacket and practically ran out of the bar, leaving the money she won. Sitting down next to Spike and Drusilla, William wondered why the sudden mood change and departure.

Outside, Buffy frantically searched for the vampire she felt. Almost in tears, she walked to her apartment with one thing on her mind… the only people in the bar was William, Spike, Drusilla, Buffy, and the bartender. Knowing the bartender was not a vampire, she had only one conclusion. The others were.

TBC
a/n: Thank you, thank you, thank you for all those helped with this chapter. Mercy & char for their great beta & editing! Nuria & Char *again, TY) for their great puns & double entendres.

Thanks for the reviews, keep them coming!

Chapter 9

Buffy woke up late the next morning. Groggy and tired, she looked around the living room. Her collection of crosses and holy water littered the whole living room. Still clutched in her hand was her favorite stake, ‘Mr. Pointy’. The wood bit into her clenched hand, her calluses healed long ago from lack of use. Tears ran down her face once more, as she remembered last night. Embarrassment reigned. What kind of slayer makes out with a vampire and doesn’t even know it? The Fates must be laughing down at her. She allowed him into her home…into her heart! She should have known, the signs were there, even the first night. Beer bad, Buffy. If it wasn’t for the alcohol, if it wasn’t for the shock of seeing him again, she would have known. Cursing herself, Buffy got up from the couch, John must have stayed over Eric’s last night. She yawned and stretched, the sun shining brightly through the window, knowing she was safe for the moment. Glancing at the clock, she decided to make a call. The call that would throw William out of her life. She quickly dialed the number and waited. And waited. No answer. Dialing another number, Buffy waited.

“Hello, Magic Box. How may I help you spend your money?” A cheerful voice said.

“Hi, Anya? Is Willow there?” Buffy wasn’t sure if Willow would be there, but she hoped she was.

“This is a business phone. Willow cannot take personal calls on a business phone,” Buffy heard a gasp and yell in the background, probably Willow, “It’s for paying customers only.” Anya hung up the phone quickly.

Dialing back, Buffy waited. “Hello, Magic Box. How may I help you spend your money?”

Rolling her eyes, Buffy gritted her teeth, “May I speak to Rupert Giles.” A few clicks later she heard her surrogate father on the line.

“Rupert Giles, may I help you?” Buffy smiled at the deep voice on the other end. It’s been so long since she’s talked to him, let alone seen him.

“Giles.” Buffy heard the quick intake of breath on the other line. She imagined the whole Scooby group hanging out in the tiny magic shop.

“Buffy? It’s been so long.” Buffy heard Willow in the background yelling at Anya for hanging up the phone, until Giles said Buffy’s name.

“It’s Buffy? You hung up on Buffy?” Buffy chuckled as she heard Willow screech at Anya. Muffled voices that she identified as Xander and Anya arguing went on in the background.

“How’s school, dear girl?” Buffy could hear the frustration aimed at the young adults in the background.

“Good, Giles, but that’s not why I am calling. I need help.” Buffy bit her bottom lip, worrying it between her teeth.

A moment of silence overtook the Magic Box, as the three arguing people looked expectantly at Giles whose face paled. “What kind of help, Buffy?”

“Slayer help,” Buffy rummaged around the kitchen, looking for a pad of paper. “First, I need a spell. The de-invite spell.” Buffy imagined Giles cleaning his glasses as he listened. She could hear the gears turning in his head. “I need it pronto. And, I need some information about three vampires.” Buffy could kick herself, getting involved with another vampire. After the fiasco with Angel, him going evil, and trying to kill her friends, Buffy had sworn off men. Sworn off them until she was faced with William again.

“Well, the de-invite… Willow, do you remember the de-invite spell?” Buffy heard muffled noises coming from the phone, as the phone passed from person to person. Buffy quickly jotted down the ingredients she would need and the incantation. She wished she could talk to her friend longer, but time was of the essence. What if William planned on killing her tonight, what if that was his plan? Spike and Drusilla, they looked dangerous, too. Buffy doubted that either would give a second thought to killing her or any of her friends. She just couldn’t chance it, she had to have the spell done.

Giles returned to the phone and Buffy gave him William, Spike, and Drusilla’s names, hoping he would find pertinent information. Glancing at the clock, Buffy said her goodbyes and started to head to the closest magic shop for her ingredients. She had to banish William from her apartment, tonight, before he could hurt John or one of her friends.

By four o’clock, Buffy had gotten all the ingredients and performed the incantation. She called all her friends that William met, warning them to stay away from him and to stay in after dark. Most of her close friends knew she had special powers and was entrusted with fighting evil. Sitting down on the couch, she waited for John. John knew Buffy’s whole story…her calling, and the fighting, her past with Angel. Once, a couple years ago, he actually witnessed her fighting a demon. John was a little leery of moving in with Buffy, until she assured him that there weren’t many bad demons in New York. Most of them just wanted to live in Soho and be in Broadway shows. John became fascinated with the occult and the things that went bump in the night. He met Giles when he came to visit Buffy. They instantly hit it off, being fellow researchers and scholars. Giles felt better leaving Buffy in New York, because she had someone to help her with research.

Dusk set in as the group of friends gathered at Buffy and John’s apartment. Pressured stillness fell throughout the apartment as the phone rang. Knowing it was William, Buffy let it ring, refusing to give an inch. Silence fell on the apartment again.

Eleven o’clock Buffy felt him approach. The tell tale signs of an approaching vampire electrified her body as he came up the stairs. Gritting her teeth, Buffy stood up, knowing this was it. The tingling in the pit of her stomach turned into a sharper pain as William neared. How did she ever get used to this? When she lived in Sunnydale she was constantly surrounded by demons that set off her internal warning system. The hair on her head stood on end as William knocked on the door. Taking a few cleansing breaths, Buffy opened the door. “William.” Her even tone should have alerted him of danger, but he ignored it. Instead, William leaned on the door jam, smiling.

“Buffy, I tried calling…” William stepped forward, trying to get into the apartment, but the barrier stopped him. Looking dumbfounded, William looked at Buffy. “What?” He knew now, his nature has been discovered and by the look of her face she wasn’t happy.

“Don’t come back here.” Buffy stood stock still as William digested her words. Her brow was furrowed and her lips shut tight as she looked at him. She was just standing inches away, but unreachable.

“How?” William looked into the room, seeing the angry and disgusted faces of her friends, he turned back to Buffy. He really didn’t care what they thought all he wanted was Buffy.

“You know, I’m not so stupid. Sure you must think I am, you waited until I’ve had a couple drinks and approached me. I didn’t have any clue I was so blitzed. I bet you all had a good old laugh at that one.” Buffy’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t want to kill you, William, but I will if I have to. Go away and don’t ever cross my path again.” She closed the door silently in William’s face. Feeling like a caged animal, William waited, pacing the hallway near the door. If she wanted to treat him that way, he’d show her.

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Anger bored deep into William as he headed to the lair, Buffy didn’t open the door again. He stood there, listening to the hushed whispers of her friends as they tried to figure out what to do. He didn’t hear Buffy, but he did smell her tears through the door. Drusilla danced in the foyer when William burst in. Spike looked up from watching TV in the next room when he heard Drusilla giggle. Walking into the foyer, Spike saw Drusilla straddling William who was lying on the ground. “What’s this here?” Spike walked towards Drusilla who went into a fit of giggles.

“Oh, my beautiful Spike.” Drusilla reached out to him. “Our poor boy is broken.” Drusilla bent down and nuzzled William’s cheek. “The pixies were bad, Spike.” Drusilla looked up at Spike who stood a few feet away. “They told the fallen girl stories that upset her.” William started to struggle underneath Drusilla, but she kept her legs clamped down on his thighs. She looked down and growled, “Quiet, boy! Let Mummy take care you.” Looking back up at Spike, she continued, “Can’t blame the nasty girl, the pixies have told her lots of stories.” Spike came closer, looking down at William. His skin was paler that usual and his eyes were red with tears.

Flexing his jaw, Spike grabbed Drusilla off of William and lifted her up in his arms. She giggled and wrapped her arms around Spike’s neck. “Shh, pet.” Spike looked down at William who was now standing up. He looked piss poor and angry as hell. “What’s this? She figured it out, yeah?”

William watched Spike sit Drusilla down on the couch. She immediately stood back up and danced around the room. The two men ignored her graceful swaying. Shrugging William sat down on a chair, watching her move around with style. “Somehow, she knew. Hey, what’s the deal with the invitation into a home? I was in there last night, but today I was blocked.”

Spike lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply, “Must have some witches on her side. Did a spell, I’d say.”

Drusilla looked at William, “Bad dog. Gruff.” She climbed up onto his lap and ran her finger down his cheek. “Bloody thoughts running around like the pixies.” William tried to shrug his sire off of him and looked over to Spike for help, but Spike was staring off into space. “Miss Edith says your light will be here soon, pet. Don’t fret.” Her long fingers inched their way up to William’s head and threaded though his hair. “Bad, pixies, aren’t they?”

William looked at Spike again, silently pleading for him to control Drusilla, but Spike just watched as Drusilla straddled William. “How do I reverse it?” William pleaded. There had to be a way to get to Buffy. If he could only explain, she would understand.

“What do you want to do that for?” Spike stood up and started to pace, his cigarette already spent. “No way to reverse it, mate… it’s a reversal on its own.” Spike grabbed Drusilla off of William again. He threw her towards the couch. “Frederick!” Spike bellow sounded through the house. The minion Frederick appeared at the call of the master. “Take her up to our room and give her something to eat.” It was understood Spike meant the sedative. Drusilla whimpered and tried to hold on to the couch as Frederick and some other minions tried to get her to leave the room. Spike looked back at William when Frederick helped Drusilla up the stairs. “So what are you going to do when you get to her? Be all nancy-boy and profess your love?” William looked down at his lap. “You really think she’s going to buy that, William?” Spike sat on the couch close to William. “Look, this is what you have to decide. What do you want to do with her?” A few minutes of silence continued between the vampire brothers. “Turn her? Kill her? There’s not much else, is there, mate?” William looked at Spike curiously. “She isn’t going to accept it the way she is. You know that.”

“Why? Why won’t she just let me love her?”

“You are what she kills, William. She is what you kill.”

“It isn’t just black and white, Spike.”

“Yes it is. The last question I have for you…” Spike looked up at the ceiling, envisioning Drusilla and his life without her, “Can you live without her?”

~*~*~

Buffy sat on her rumpled bed as the morning sun started to crest the horizon. Tears leaked from her eyes as she looked around her room. Posters and knickknacks littered the tiny room. Clothes lay on the floor, wrinkled and dirty. Her life meant little in the past couple of years, a few classes here and there. Add a couple friends and outside activities and that’s all she had. She wasn’t saving the world. She wasn’t fighting the good fight until she was too exhausted to pay attention. Buffy closed her eyes, tears still pouring out of her eyes. She imagined William’s smiling face entering her room looking at her with his kind blue eyes. Suddenly his faced morphed. Growling, William stood in front of her.

With a startled breath, Buffy sat up in her bed. It had been a dream. William wasn’t in her room. William was out there… somewhere, waiting for her.

a/n: Oh... and the plot is thickening. What does WIlliam want and will he get it? Reviews encourage me to keep on posting.

a/n: Just for prophecygirrl and her pleading. *smoochies*

Chapter 10
Somewhere in L.A.

Angel paced the large room, agitated. His workers didn’t find this behavior weird because business has been slow over the past couple weeks, agitating Angel’s demon. He’s been in a bad mood for days now, not talking to anyone. But the lack of violence was not what was agitating him today; it was an early morning phone call from Sunnydale. Giles contacted him when he realized that the vampires Buffy was dealing with were part of Angel’s vampiric family line. In actuality, Giles discovered that Angelus, Angel’s evil part, had been the one that had driven the docile clairvoyant known as Drusilla crazy before he turned her. And in turn, Drusilla sired Spike, formerly William the Bloody, the Slayer of Slayers. With Angel’s sire, Darla, the group was known as the Scourge of Europe during the late 19th century. Rivers of blood flowed whenever they headed into a new town. Giles wanted a first hand account regarding the two known vampires from Angel. If anyone would be able to tell about their weaknesses, Angel could. Unfortunately, Angel didn’t know the other vampire, William, that Buffy had mentioned. The phone call was very vague on Giles’ part. He’d refused to tell Angel Buffy’s location or how she had come to be involved with Spike and Drusilla. Angel prayed that they hadn’t realized that Buffy was a slayer, but he knew better. If she had run into those two, she was in danger.
~*~*~

Buffy hurried along the street, trying to get home before the sun went below the horizon. Her bag fell off her shoulder, spilling the contents along the sidewalk. Hurriedly, she picked up the pens, papers, and school items that had fallen out. When she stood up, she felt the demons approaching. It felt strange to be in tune with the slayer again, it’d been so long. Years of trying to forget and ignore had rendered her slayer quiet. Quiet, until yesterday. It seemed every couple feet; she would feel some demonic presence, especially in the downtown area. She continued to walk; she had to get to safety before he came. She knew he would be coming. During the day he left sixteen messages on her answering machine alerting her to that fact. She convinced John to move in with Eric, protecting him for a little while. She picked up her pace, jogging down the street when she noticed the car sitting in front of her building. The large size of the classic car was the first thing that stood out. It was rare that someone owned a car in the neighborhood, let alone something like that. The perfect black paint was the second thing that popped into her mind. And the third was the opaque painted windows. Buffy knew who owned the car, or at least which species did. She stopped, looking at the car, feeling eyes watching her. Gauging the angle of the sun, Buffy started to run. She ran as fast as she could across the street, behind the car, and up to the door of her apartment building. She grabbed the handle, trying to yank it open, but it was locked. Of course, the super would pick today to lock the security door. She struggled with her keys, shaking as she tried to unlock the door. She was too busy trying to get to safety. She didn’t realize that the sun had dipped below the horizon and two vampires stood behind her.

~*~*~
The murkiness encompassing Buffy was lifting. She moved her head to the side, trying to shake herself out of it, but only created a sharp piercing pain. She breathed in, letting the pain travel down her body and out through her toes. She tugged on her outstretched hands, trying to bring them down to her sides, but found them chained up. Her legs were also chained. Gaining some coherent thought, Buffy realized she was chained to something soft and horizontal, probably a bed. The musty smell in the air made her gag and cough, alerting her captors to her awakened state. Still not being able to see…a blindfold, Buffy surmised…she listened as two vampires approached. Buffy laid perfectly still as she felt two pairs of demon eyes look her over. Sick of waiting, Buffy spat, “Take a picture, it might last longer.”

“Tsk, tsk, love, don’t say that,” a male British voice chastised. She recognized it as Spike. Her arms gained enough strength to rattle her chains. “Aww, pet. Don’t bruise your skin too much. Won’t have anything left to nibble on.” She heard a feminine giggle, figuring it was Drusilla.

“What do you want?”

She felt cold small fingers run down her arm onto her chest, “Aww, our William wants you, pet. Don’t you see?” The fingers roamed over her breasts. Disgusted Buffy tried to move away. “We’re going to give him a gift, going to make our little boy happy again.” Buffy heard the rustle of fabric and felt Drusilla sit on the bed next to her. Her fingers continued to make the journey down Buffy’s torso, now on her stomach. Her shirt rode up, revealing about a three-inch patch of her skin. “Our William will be so happy to see you.” Buffy couldn’t repress a whimper as she felt her long fingernails run along exposed skin.

Buffy felt another weight on come onto the bed, behind Drusilla. Loud smacking and moans were the only noises Buffy heard. Drusilla’s fingers now abandoned Buffy’s body. A door crashed somewhere in the distance, making Buffy jump and rattle the chains. Buffy heard that the two vampires were still locked in a kiss when she felt another vampire approach. Trying to not to panic, Buffy tried to make herself invisible by staying stock still. “Bitch wasn’t even home. Thanks Spike for the advice, it worked out well.” It was William. “What does she think? She could just lock me out of her life? I’m going to get her, I swear I will.”

Buffy felt Drusilla slide back towards her and heard Spike chuckle. “Well, see here, mate. Got a little present for you.”

William gasped as Spike moved Drusilla off of the bed, revealing Buffy’s prone body. She started to struggle earnestly. William watched with fascination as her body twisted, bucked up, and turned. “H-how?”

“See, told you Mummy would take care of you. She’s yours. Spike and I… we got her like a fly in a trap. Slap!” Her hands slammed together. From the rustling of fabric, Buffy imagined Spike coming up behind Drusilla, holding her still as William surveyed his prize.

Tears rolled down under the blindfold, as she felt the three stare at her. It was awful. This was how she was going to die. Sure, everyone told her to come out east and go to school, forget about being the Slayer and the Hellmouth. That really changed her fate, destined to die young, only this time she wasn’t saving the world. She acted like a coward, trying to run away from the very thing she was trained to fight. She heard Drusilla and Spike leave the room, leaving William alone with her. Her skin tingled as he sat on the bed. She was scared, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. She felt his hand touch her ankle. The heavy weight moved up her leg and around her knee. She suppressed a shudder, trying not to show any emotion at his proximity. An uncontrolled sob ripped through her as his fingers danced over her thigh. Even though she still had pants on, she could feel every little stroke of his fingers. “Shh, baby. Don’t cry.”

Buffy heard and felt William moving up her body, his hands now wrapping around her. Renewing her energy, Buffy tugged on her shackles. The deafening sound vibrated throughout the whole house. Tears and sobs departed her body as she fought with all her energy and strength to free herself. Buffy’s mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out, when she felt William’s demon face rub against her neck. The wrinkles and bumps on his forehead moved up her neck and rested on her sensitive cheek. Despite not seeing beyond the blindfold, she knew her eyes were open, only seeing the dark. She felt the panic of the Slayer inside her when his teeth rested on her collar bone. Buffy’s breathing increased, as did her heartbeat. She couldn’t stop tugging on the bands around her wrists as William came closer to his goal and she came closer to her death. She felt her body shake, not knowing how to stop it. The Slayer stepped forward to take control of Buffy’s body, ready to rip off her own hands and feet, trying to free herself.

Her eyes closed, of their own volition, and suddenly she felt the darkness rather than the light. Buffy’s subconscious took over and dragged her deep under the surface. She felt cold, much more cold than any New York winter ever could dole out. Buffy didn’t feel the Slayer anymore, the panic was gone and peace surrounded her.

a/n: To post the next chapter or not... hmmmmm... you know what you have to do.

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.

Chapter 12
A/N: NC17 Chapter. Please use discretion

Spike once again watched in the shadows of the hallway, as William wrapped Buffy’s ankles back up in the shackles, careful not to tighten them too much. She watched with glistening green eyes as he positioned her comfortably. “I know, but if Spike or Drusilla come and see them not on you, it might be worse.” William apologized once more. He tied the blindfold once more around Buffy’s head, “I’ll be back as soon as possible, sweets. Trust me.”

Spike slunk back further into the shadows, as William walked out of the room, closing and locking the bedroom door. If William thought a little measly lock would stop anyone from getting to the Slayer, he was wrong. William walked past Spike and out the door, apparently headed to the local pharmacy for bandages.

Letting the time tic by, Spike became anxious. If he waited too soon, the Slayer would figure it out. If he waited too long, William would come back. Throwing his cigarette away, Spike swallowed a bit of mouthwash to cleanse his palette. Using his skills at breaking and entering, Spike picked the lock to the room within five seconds. Buffy’s head swiveled to face the door. “William?”

“Sh,” Spike tried to imitate William’s timber and speech. It wasn’t very hard, since they already sounded alike. Smirking, Spike walked to the bed, letting his fingers rest on the shackle at one of her ankles.

“Did… did you get the stuff?” Buffy whispered back, feeling the comforting cold fingers soothing the abrasions on her legs under the rough metal.

Spike’s fingers trailed up to her calf and beyond. Buffy whimpered, not realizing it wasn’t the vampire she trusted. “Sh, they were out. Going to make you feel better another way.” Spike let his finger trail higher on her leg, past her knee. He reached over, grabbing the key on the nightstand. “Be quiet. Saw Spike out in the hall.” Buffy nodded as she felt the shackles give way. She hissed with pleasure as Spike raised her leg, licking at the tiny wounds of her ankle. Spike savored the little meal the Slayer was giving him, it took everything in him not to bite down on the delicate ankle and drain her. “Did you know that vampire saliva has special healing powers?” Spike let his fingers travel up the inside of her leg, over her jeans. He heard her breathing become erratic and shallow, and inhaled the fragrance of the Slayer in heat. “They do, when one sires, they must quickly close the wounds, so they lick them.” His tongue twirled around in her abrasions, licking them healed. Spike let his finger stroke her inner thighs; knowing her was driving her need. “I’m told it’s quite erotic.” Buffy nodded, arching her back as she felt pleasure infuse her body. A low moan escaped her lips when Spike went back to licking her other ankle, closing those wounds. “Sh, pet. Got to be quiet.” His fingers crept higher, caressing the cloth seam over her crotch. His cool fingers were enveloped in the heat that radiated off of her. His fingers itched to move closer to her, to take her pants off, and drive into her, making her scream.

He placed her ankle back down on the bed and moved to straddle her lower legs. She squirmed, making his fingers brush up against her sensitive parts. Inhaling the heady fragrance, Spike moved his hand from between her legs, and placed it next to her outer thigh, supporting his weight over her prone body. Her hips wiggled, trying to obtain the needed friction to relieve the ache in her groin, but no relief came. Slowly, Spike leaned forward, inhaling her musk as his face hovered of Buffy’s stomach. Moving inch by inch, Spike made his way up her body, memorizing each curve and indentation of her supple body. “William, please.” Her low murmur of need made Spike dizzy with power.

“Sh, going to make you forget.” Spike’s lips swallowed Buffy’s. She arched into him when his body buckled on top of hers. Spike’s hands encompassed her waist, angling her pelvis up to hit his engorged erection. He swallowed her heated moans, thrusting his groin against hers. The sensations of her warm tongue licking and wiggling inside his mouth drove Spike further. Vamping out, her tongue was caught on the edge of his sharp teeth, slicing it and pouring her blood into his mouth. With his expert sucking motion, Spike inhaled her tongue, filling his mouth with rich blood.

His elongated claws ripped at her waist, eviscerating her pants buckle and zipper. He swallowed another moan and delved his fingers beyond her clothing. Buffy’s lips broke away from Spike’s, screaming as an orgasm hit her. Riding his sharp fingers another orgasm hit her, making her body buck under Spike’s. Growling, he released his erection, now twice the size as it was when he climbed on the bed. Positioning it at her clenching whole, he drove in. His cock felt strangled by the Slayer muscles that kept convulsing through her orgasms. Gripping her waist to hold it still, Spike pulled out and shoved back in as hard as he could. Buffy’s screams vibrated throughout the house, alerting the occupants that the Slayer was in pain. His claws brutally bit into her skin, breaking her skin. His head swooped down, catching her screaming mouth and sucking on her tongue. Letting go of her hip, one of Spike’s hands came down and grabbed Buffy’s knee, pulling it up. The new angle allowed Spike to sink further in her clenching opening. Snarling, Spike increased his pace, so close to orgasm himself. He watched the sweat on her skin glisten as she came closer too.

Neither occupant of the bedroom realized the door had opened again. Suddenly, Spike’s body was ripped off of Buffy’s, thrown across the room. William stood on the bed, over Buffy’s panting body. “Don’t you dare touch her, Spike!” Buffy’s sense had yet come back as it screamed for completion. Her hips still bucked and writhed. William stepped off the bed, walked towards Spike. “Did you hear me, brother? I said stay away from her!”

Spike stood up, with his angry erection waving in the air. “Look at her, mate. She wanted it.” Spike smirked, as William looked over at her panting body, realizing she was blindfolded.

“Wanted it? I suppose the fact she’s blindfolded had nothing to do with it?”

“Look mate, she’s a panting bitch in heat… can’t blame a bloke.”

William’s fist flew towards Spike, hitting his jaw. His knee came in contact with Spike’s engorged cock, immediately bruising the vital appendage. Spike doubled over protecting his man bits when William stroke again, hitting the side of Spike’s head. “Don’t you dare talk about her that way!”

Skidding out of William’s way, Spike stumbled into the hallway and tucked his painful penis in his wet pants. “She sure was a good FUCK.” William ran towards Spike, propelling him through a stain glass window. Stomping back into the room, William looked over at the bed. Huddled in a tiny ball, as much as her shackled hands would allow, Buffy sobbed, realizing what just happened.

a/n: What a bad boy... don't worry, Mommy comes to the rescue... you know what you need to do to get it....

Chapter 13
A/n: this is a pretty vivid & cruel chapter. Reader beware

The airport was practically empty at three a.m., when the broad broody vampire stepped off the plane. He hefted his weapons bag over his shoulder and walked through the bright airport. Grabbing a taxi, Angel traveled to Buffy’s apartment building. He tried to open the door, but it was locked, he buzzed Buffy’s apartment, but no answer. Standing in the cold street, the brunette huddled in his coat. He had decided to bunk down in a near by motel.

Meanwhile, a few miles away…

Buffy’s body showed more and more signs of Spike’s brutal treatment. Light bruises formed on her hips, marking her with his imprints. She couldn’t look down at where her body had been attached to his, but she still hurt. A small throbbing pain increased as the hours went on, indicating she was bruised there, too. Her hands and arms were red with dried blood. William tried to free her from her cutting binds, but they wouldn’t budge. Instead, he laved the reddened and broken skin with antiseptics and tried to put gauze around the more injured areas.

William barricaded the door, ensuring that no one would come in, unannounced. He held her beaten body as she cried. Buffy hadn’t put the whole incident together, but she realized the man that had been pounding into her was not William, she should have known. It was so brutal, so primal, it could only be called ‘fucking.’ The feelings and urges it had brought out in Buffy, made her shiver. She never felt like that, so wild and uncontrolled. Her inner slayer encouraged her to push harder against Spike, feeling so complete when he thrust inside her. She felt so guilty. The experience should have been bad, she should have fought, not give into her desires. William held her, whispering words of encouragement and love. His hands tenderly caressed her, giving her a safe place to let her frustration and sadness out.
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Spike collapsed in the master bed, next to Drusilla. He spent over an hour picking pieces of glass out of his chest. That damn glass shattered the moment he hit it, ripping into his pale skin. It was all worth it, though. He could live for a week on the little bit of blood he managed to ingest from her ankles; it was ambrosia. He still saw her hot, writhing body under him, begging for release. Smiling, he closed his eyes. He needed rest to continue with his plan. Soon, she would be his bitch, doing what he wanted to do to her.

The binding against his chest tightened, dragging Spike out of unconsciousness. He opened his eyes to see one of the most beautiful creatures he knew straddling his chest, naked. Her dark hair hung over his face as she peered down at him and smiled wickedly. She ground down her dripping sex onto his upper chest, soaking his skin with her scent. With one sharp claw, she cut him across his cheek. He felt his skin open to the cool air of the room and his blood dripping down to his neck.

“My naughty Spike.” Spike looked up at her eyes; large, swirling, dark pools reflected back at him. For years, he got lost in those beautiful eyes, so dark that you swore you could see Hell itself. He saw a hint of red, her craziness, swirling with the black indicating that she was not quite level headed. “You thought you could have your own dolly to play with.” Spike stared up at Drusilla when she grabbed a knife beside her. He started to struggle, trying to buck her off his chest when he realized his arms and legs were stretched taunt. Looking at his wrists he saw the heavy chains connected to the wrought iron bed. Knowing his feet were in the same predicament, Spike growled at Drusilla. “Tut, tut, my dear boy.” The cold, long blade of the knife made contact with Spike’s shoulders first. He felt the metal slowly slice into him like soft butter. Smiling, Drusilla stopped pressing down on the blade, letting his rich red blood to pool at the surface of his skin. She dragged the blade across his clavicle, avoiding any thin skin so she would not break it. She continued her journey, ending on the opposite side of his body. Quickly, she drew the blade down into his skin making an identical mark as her last. “Such pretty colors, love. You should see them.” The knife was withdrawn from his body and laying only a few inches from her legs. She slid down his body, slowly, letting her cream trail across his skin. She leaned down, bringing her nose to his chest where she was sitting. A pool of her arousal sat there, soaking into his skin. She inhaled her scent on him and smiled. “Such wickedness it is. My mummy always told me a boy would break my heart.” Drusilla sat up again, still straddling his hips. Her hands came up and cradled her chest. She whimpered as if in pain, but Spike could see any.

“Dru, baby? Come on, pet. Untie me.”

“Bad dog, gruff.” He saw a moment of clarity in her eyes before she slapped him again, bringing her sharp claw-like fingernails across his smooth skin. “You,” she sneered, “are not to talk.” She reached around her body, searching for something, smiling she brought it in front of her. She stuffed the ball gag into Spike’s mouth as he protested, quickly tying it around his head. Spike growled, vibrating his chest. Drusllia looked down at her prey. His face shifted, letting his fangs elongate and bite into the ball. “Won’t do you any good, love.” She smiled wickedly again, raising a squirt bottle. “Did she squirm like you?” A cool shot of liquid pierced his skin and the holy water started to burn. Spike’s body became rigid as pain shot through, he groaned, refusing to scream. “Did she whimper and whine.” Another shot hit his torso, water dripped down his side, following his ribcage. Spike growled again, trying to free himself. “Shut up,” Drusilla’s hand came down and slapped Spike, turning his head to the side. “Did she weep?” He felt the liquid burn as another wave hit him. Drusilla crawled down to his thighs, avoiding the holy water. With her free hand, Drusilla reached for the knife again, cutting into his flesh on his stomach. “Did she know it was my bad boy?” Spike jerked his head up, watching Drusilla draw delicate patterns across his torso. The sharp tip of the blade slightly sliced through, leaving red welts. She sunk the blade in deeper, stabbing his body with the metal. Screaming behind the gag, Spike felt his blood move to the wound, trying to repair its vessel. Spike’s demon howled, trying to free itself. With another spray hitting Spike, Drusllia moved off Spike’s body, ready to move onto more important parts. “Did she know you were trying to take our precious William’s present away?” She lowered her aim of the spray bottle. She squirted the liquid on Spike’s flaccid cock. Usually he would enjoy these torture sessions as form of foreplay, but not this time. She wasn’t looking to give pleasure after the pain; she wanted him to suffer. He could see the anger surging inside her eyes as she continued to hit him. She changed the squirt bottle’s tension and spray nozzle. A fine mist of the water fell on top of Spike’s groin. His hips surged upwards as the pain settled in. Growling non-stop, Spike watched Drusilla bring the knife down towards his bare necessities. Letting the tip puncture through his soft skin, she dragged it down through his coarse curls. “Sh, my pet. Soon, you’ll not worry about our William and his present.” The blade sliced through the skin at the base of Spike’s hardening cock. Jerking, he renewed his quest to be free, tugging on the bonds. Knowing his body was betraying him, Spike gave up fighting his arousal and let it take over. Drusilla watched as his penis thicken and lengthen. “Do you want her?” Spike fought against the gag in his mouth, his sharp teeth biting through the material. “Were you going to make a slayer pet for yourself? Leaving our Childe out of it?” With a quick turn of her wrist, the knife moved down to his thigh with a dark tail of blood following it. “My naughty Spike, you will not get any pudding.”

Humming to her self, Drusilla sat back on her legs, looking at her handy work. Spike was now writhing with pain and impending release. Drusilla hopped off the bed and swaggered of to a chest. She opened the wooden lid and searched through it. She found her prize and came back to the bed. Spike watched her dangle her little toy in front of her breasts, rubbing the material on her nipples. “You, have been a bad boy and you will get no treats.” She forcefully grabbed his cock, encasing it in a leather cock ring. Groaning, Spike tried to bite through the straps of his gag, only to be sprayed with holy water again. His whole body ached with scratches, punctures, and burns as Drusilla continued his torture. “She is William’s, my dear boy. You have your own toys and cannot share his.”

Grunting and closing his eyes, Spike made it through Drusilla’s arduous torture session, knowing that he would continue to pay for trying to fuck the slayer.

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The moans and grunts came first. Then the stench of blood being sacrificed drifted down the hallway. Then the muffled screaming came. William understood what was happening; he knew Drusilla was protecting him and Buffy from Spike. Glad that his sire was kind to him, William wrapped his arms tighter around Buffy’s cold body and slipped into unconsciousness.

Buffy felt William’s arms become tighter as the screams died down. She knew that voice… if almost sounded like William’s… but it wasn’t, it was Spike. She heard the muddled cries of pain through the wall, as the law of the family was being enacted. Tears ran down her cheeks, as she listened to the unusual quiet of the day. The occupants of the house are now resting and she was stuck shackled to a bed, at their mercy. Looking at William’s face, Buffy studied his face. His baby fat was long gone and chiseled cheekbones replaced his puffy cheeks. With elegant arches to his eyebrows and fluttering lashes covering his eyes, it finally hit Buffy. William and Spike looked incredibly alike. They could be twins. The hair was different. And, they smelled different, Buffy thought as she sniffed at William’s neck. But the body, they were identical. Muscles straining under William’s clothes were the same muscles being tortured in the other room. Thoughts of souls and reincarnation fluttered around her mind. Could it be? Could these two beings have started out as the same? And, if they had started out the same how come they were so different now? Spike was sarcastic and violent and William was quieter and devoted. He never showed a violent side to her, even when Drusilla first handed her over to him. She was the one thrashing around and screaming. Confusion ripped through her brain, it was too much and it was time to rest, she was safe for now.

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Chapter 14
Drusilla watched Spike’s body fall into unconsciousness. She smiled at the pretty designs on his skin. The blood that seeped from his wounds now dried darker. Looking down at her own body, she grimaced at the site. Her naked, pale skin was covered in Spike’s blood. She stepped out into the hallway, not paying any attention to the minions milling about and headed to the bathroom so she could wash away the stench of Spike. He should have known better. The Slayer was their present to William and he shouldn’t have been so greedy.

Drusilla stretched under the hot spray of the shower. She watched the blood pool on the bottom of the tub and disappear through the drain. Such a waste of good blood, her Childe’s blood, but he had tried to take away William’s new toy. Laughing from nothing, Drusilla swayed, letting the imaginary music take over her body. The music was all around her, beckoning her to do its bidding. Giddy with thoughts of her future family, Dursilla stepped out of the shower and walked out of the bathroom. The minion that was assigned to protect her went into the bathroom and shut off the water again and grabbed a bathrobe for the mistress of the family.

Drusilla weaved her way to a hidden door and slid her body through the opening. She walked calmly through the dark passage, coming to another opening. Pushing through the door, Drusilla stepped into a bedroom, lit only by three candles. On the bed rested her beautiful Childe and his love. Drusilla felt the love that radiated from him into her. It felt like Spike did when she first found him. The beauty, the grace, the effulgent words that trailed behind the pixies in the air. Drusilla swatted at the pixies, chastising them for being naughty. She stood at the foot of the bed, humming the song in the air and looking at the two on the bed. The slayer’s blood was pungent in the room, making her stomach growl with need. She stared at the shackles binding her arms, making it very uncomfortable for William to hold her. She floated over to the wardrobe and opened the bottom drawer. Lying where she left it, the key gleamed in the room’s candle light. She took the key and approached the bed. The slayer was awake and watching Drusilla with a weary eye. Drusilla knew the girl was still upset over Spike’s mistreatment and didn’t trust her. Drusilla knew in time, the Slayer would grow to trust William, to see beyond her prejudice. The naughty Spike would have to make a mend first, but Drusilla was confident that her older Childe would. As Drusilla approached, Buffy didn’t move and didn’t try to wake William up. Instead she watched Drusilla free her arms from their binds. Buffy gasped at the cool air hit her wrists. Drusilla brought the first aid kit back to the bed and started to fix Buffy’s wounds. Buffy sat up, as much as William’s arms and body would allow, letting Drusilla mother her. Neither woman spoke, only watched the other with unnatural curiosity.

The muse in the air whispered to Drusilla, “Such a lovely girl, the slayer, wouldn’t she make the perfect vampire?” The thought of making William the gift of a sister thrilled Drusilla to the core. Drusilla smelled the strength of the Slayer, it was like sweet nectar. Buffy sat in the bed, next to William. Her knees were brought up to her breasts and her arms banded around them, holding them close.

Buffy licked her lips, “Why?”

Drusilla sat down on the other side of William. She petted his face gently as she contemplated the correct answer, “My naughty Spike got so greedy, he did. You are William’s and he forgot that.”

At the mention of her being a possession, Buffy’s body stiffened. If she wasn’t naked, she would have jumped up from the bed already. “I am not property.”

Drusilla, unashamed of her state of undress smiled at the Slayer, “You were his present. No pink ribbons or bows, but still his.” William stirred in his sleep, aware that his sire was close. He opened his blue eyes, blinking away the sleep. Smiling, he nuzzled Drusilla’s bare breast. Buffy was mortified that she wasn’t mortified at the display. Somehow, it seemed natural and she wasn’t jealous in the least bit. It was… beautiful. Her artistic eye, inherited from her mother, memorized them. Drusilla pushed William’s body toward Buffy’s. When William moved his head he realized Buffy was now unshackled and sitting with her knees brought up to her body. He reached for her, sliding his hands around her. Willingly, Buffy moved into William’s embrace, snuggling up to him. She felt his arms band around her and bringing her closer, breaking her hands apart and smoothing her body out. She rested against him, listening to Drusilla hum quietly.

Suddenly a minion crashed through the wall, evidently the same place Drusilla entered because the barricade was still intact. “Mistress, your robe.” The minion walked over to the bed and draped the Silk robe across Drusilla’s shoulders. Buffy shrunk down in William’s embrace, trying to hide her body from the smelly demon. Unconscious of his own dress, or lack of it, William covered the cowering Buffy. Drusilla dismissed the minion and he left through the secret passage.

William rolled back off of Buffy, and got up. He riffled through clothes left in the drawers. Finding something that Buffy could wear, he walked back to the bed. Drusilla put her arms through the sleeves by now and was fingering the delicate embroidery on the silk. Buffy gratefully accepted the dress William found. Two sizes to big, she swam in the material, but at least she was covered. William dressed in his own clothes quickly, keeping one eye on Buffy. In the back of his mind, he wondered if Buffy had accepted him, accepted his love just to save herself. She seemed too acquiescent, too pliable. Without words, her actions seemed to agree with what he wanted, what he desired. It seemed almost too easy.

Buffy looked around, trying not to be obvious. It was so strange. She was surrounded by vampires, demons in their own right, yet she wasn’t fighting. Her heavy cramps have given way to a gentle tingle in her abdomen. She felt the slayerness inside her. The voice telling her that demons were bad, but for some reason it didn’t over take her. She looked at Drusilla. She didn’t seem like a vicious killer. William didn’t either. Violence was the furthest thing that he ever demonstrated. Buffy didn’t know what to do. Everything from her past training told her that these creatures were nothing more than animals in a human body, yet something inside Buffy told her that they were more than just animals, more than humans.
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William removed the barricade in front of the door. Drusilla ordered him to go eat. William suspected that Drusilla ordered him away because of Buffy. She may have started to accept him as a demon, but she didn’t need to see him feed from a human. Afraid that it would destroy any trust he built up with her, William did not fight leaving for a few minutes. Drusilla promised to keep Buffy safe from the other demons.

William walked past Spike’s room. He was currently chained to the wall. His unconscious form slumped down, hanging from the heavy chains. His naked body was riddled with bruises and cuts. Through out his arms, chest, and torso he saw long knife cuts filled with coagulated blood. The deepest, in his gut, was still seeping blood. On closer inspection, William saw that Drusilla cut along his penis and into his one of his balls, evidently a reminder of whom he shouldn’t touch. His body already started to heal itself, preventing permanent scars. Spike’s face was swollen shut with bruises and claw marks. He knew Drusilla was strong, but the injuries on Spike’s body were amazing. Shaking his head and turning from the room, William made his way down the corridor to the kitchen.

Morphing into his demon visage, he grasped the first human chained in the room, ready to sink his teeth into the neck when he noticed whom it was, Justine. He took notice of the fear in her eyes, and the stench of loose bowls around her. The room was full of people from the area: too unlucky to be caught unaware at night and too unlucky to be chained up together for days on end. The disgusting aroma of decaying bodies and still living bodies permeated the air. Growling, William bit into her neck, relieving her of breathing in the foul odors. He took drank in her fear and relief at the ordeal was finally coming to an end. He felt her heart rate increase; pumping the little blood she had through her system, increasing the flow into his own body. Knowing, she had lost consciousness; William stepped back and snapped her neck, letter her dead body fall to the wall, hanging there with a vacant stare. Turning around, William marched back out from the kitchen.

Five minions had intercepted William on the way back to Buffy. His Buffy. That sounded nice. William never had anything that he could call his. Not even in high school. He was always her friend, her companion. Practically skipping down the corridor, William happened on Spike again. He was now awake, unchained, and feeding from a helpless girl. Growling, William entered the room. Spike lifted his head and opened a swollen eye. Spike bared his teeth, growling back. Suddenly, a blast of cold air flew through the house, chilling them all to the bone. Then, the scream came. It shattered through the walls and glass, leaving their eardrums barely in tact.

Running with his unnatural speed, William made it back to the bedroom where he found them. Buffy was propped up on the bed with Drusilla on top of her. He could clearly see his sire’s teeth deeply embedded in Buffy’s smooth neck. Without a whimper he saw Buffy’s body collapse, Drusilla following her down to the floor.

With blind fury, William rushed towards them. Drusilla’s teeth tore away from Buffy neck, leaving the hot red liquid to roll down her neck. Grabbing Buffy, William licked the wound, trying to close it before too much blood was lost, but it was already too late. The steady, heavy beat that he knew as Buffy’s heart had turned to a rapid, light beat. Leaving her dying in his arms.

a/n: I was a bad updater yesterday sorry... you get more today. Don't worry Beth... Chapter 12 was the only non-consent scene.

a/n: Can I hear an Amen for another chapter?

Chapter 15
“No!” The howl exploded from the room, alerting anyone that did not know of the events in the bedroom. By the moment of William’s proclamation, Spike had his minions bring him into the room. Drusilla was hovering in the corner, watching William. His tears no longer clear saline, but blood red with grief. With a sway of her hips, Drusilla glanced at Spike, her coal black eyes boring into him. “He think the girl is gone, Spike! Help him see the truth in the dance!”

“Drusilla, what did you do?” Spike stepped closer cautiously, self-conscious of his wounds.

“Shhh, pet. I will not tell you, you’ve been naughty.” A giggle erupted from her as she moved towards William, “But so have I.” She stood a few feet away from the crumpled couple on the floor, swaying to the music that she only heard.

Still wracked with guilt, trying to close Buffy’s neck wounds, William whispered the prayers that he remembered from childhood, as he gently licked the two puncture wounds.

Spike hobbled over to the three, eyeing Drusilla. Her eyes went dark red, hinting that she was talking to the pixies again. “It’s not too late, mate.” Spike glanced down at the fallen Slayer. Her eyes were partially closed, only leaving a glimmer of white. Her breathing was shallow, and Spike could tell that she had lost too much blood for her to survive the night. Something had to be done.

“No!” William grasped her small body closer, clutching it like a favorite toy. “No,” calmer, he lifted his head, looking at her pale face. “Why? She was so full of life? Why’d you have to kill her?” A renewed set of blood-laced tears ran down William’s face, “I loved her! WHY?” Another angry howl reverberated through the house, alerting everyone to the animalistic grief William felt.

“It’s not too late,” Spike laid one hand on William’s shoulders, trying to get through to him. “If you want her, take her. Make her!”

With blind fury, William rose to meet Spike head on. “What? Take her like you did? You do whatever you want don’t you?” Knowing that he could not win a physical fight, Spike stepped away.

“What else would you do? Huh? You said yourself that you love her. Don’t lose her then. You have the power!”

“What about the slayer turned vampire turned crazy? You said it was dangerous.”

“Rumors, mate. Don’t know for sure?” Spike stepped closer to William, wanting to take advantage of the situation. Maybe he could get to Buffy before William. Maybe he could be her sire. Maybe he could take her away and have her for himself. Maybe.

“How long do we have?” William looked around at the vampires that were in the room. Minions curious at the spectacle hovered in the darkness. “We’ve got to figure out what happens when a slayer is turned. Got to figure it out.” William saw Spike move closer to Buffy’s dying body. “No!” He threw Spike across the room. “Don’t you dare!”

“She’s going to die, if you wait.” Spike tried to talk rationally, but William wasn’t having anything to do with it.

“No, I won’t be too late.” William punched Spike’s already beaten face, throwing all his grief and fury into his punches. Neither noticed that the Slayer and their Sire had disappeared.

a/n: I didn't relize how short this chapter is... I'll post the next one.... :) Remember to review

Chapter 16
A/N: I am not a fan of Angel, as SF can attest to so please forgive any transgressions when it comes to his character.

The streets were damp with a past storm, leaving the trail of Drusilla and Buffy washed away. William stalked through a puddle, splashing the ice-cold water onto the street. Inhaling the stench of New York City once more, he finally caught a smidgen Buffy’s scent. Her blood wafted through the air, temporarily masking the urine and garbage that filled it. Her scent was fast fading, leaving William with only a direction to head in. He followed his intuition in the moonlight, with a natural vampire tracking sense directing him towards his sire.

The fight at the house only last moments, leaving both Spike and William to wonder what Drusilla had in mind for the Slayer. The two vampiric brothers wanted go after their sire, afraid that she was in a psychic trance and vulnerable, but Spike stayed behind, his injuries being a hindrance to the search. William sped through the house, figuring out which door Drusilla left from and which minions she had with her. Unfortunately, she had not taken any minions, only Buffy. He found trace amounts of her blood on the lawn and sidewalk, giving William a starting point. In full vampire mode, with all sense alert, William went off to track his sire and love. Hopefully in time to save Buffy.

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The New York streets were as abysmal and horrid as Angel remembered. The rats scurried in the alleyways, looking for their next meal. Grunting, Angel peered down the alley, the same alley Whistler found him in all those years ago. It still reeked with the stench of fish and feces that littered the whole underbelly of New York. Had it only been six years ago that his whole existence changed? Dug up from the trenches of self-deprecation and loathing, and placed into a higher purpose. Had his journey for absolution and redemption only been six years, it certainly felt longer than that. The demons, hell beasts, and powers-that-be had only been six years. Suddenly tired, Angel stopped his search for Buffy. Her friends, although very nice, were not eager to help him. Actually, the scent of holy water and the vision of crosses, made Angel know where he stood with the group. He also knew that they hadn’t seen her recently and had no information of his errant children headquarters.

Sniffing the pungent New York air, Angel picked up on a curious scent. He would know that scent anywhere, it was misery and it was Spike’s. Smiling, Angel slipped into his demon visage to track his grandchild. To his luck, Angel spotted a vampire running across the street. He looked familiar, yet Angel couldn’t place him. Only by inhaling, did Angel realize that he was Drusilla’s Childe. The vampire was in full mode, barely visible to the human eye as he moved quickly and quietly through the streets. Watching the vampire move, Angel trailed, picking up on another scent. Buffy. Not only was it Buffy, but Buffy’s blood. Irate that she was hurt, afraid that she lost too much blood, and wondering where Spike was, Angel quickly trailed the tracking vampire.

With in a mile or so, William felt a familial presence. It didn’t feel like Drusilla, and it wasn’t like Spikes’. It felt old and distinguished. Something to worship, yet William had no time for it. Not now. Not with Spike trailing behind. He didn’t want to think what would happen if Spike got to her first. He wanted her to possess her, to take her away from William. So William trudged on, inhaling the stench of New York for hints of Buffy’s presence. Coming up to a cross roads, William slowed and stopped. The faint smell wafting from both directions, confusing his senses. With a predatory eye, William scanned the area for a disturbance, only to find none.

Angel watched the vampire stop and turn his gaze around in the street intersection. Without stopping, Angel trudged towards him. The scent of Buffy increased as Angel got closer. It suddenly hit him, he smelled like her. Not her fear or demise, just plain Buffy. Angel quickly changed into his vampire face, hopefully the young vampire would recognize his scent as family and not know who Angel was or about the soul. Gaining on the vampire, Angel almost missed his face as he turned towards Angel. It was Spike, but he didn’t smell like Spike. This vampire was different. Growling deep, Angel lunged at him.

William saw the attack coming. The older vampire picked up speed and lunged for him, only to have William move away. He didn’t have time to fight. He had to find Buffy and Drusilla before it was too late. “What the fuck is your problem?”

The older vampire lifted his lumbering body from the street. Yellow eyes met yellow eyes, as the two vampires gauged each other. “Where’s Buffy?”

“Where do you think?” The two started to circle each other, trying to find an opening.

“Where is she?” Angel sniffed the air, “You smell like her.”

“Who are you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Angel lunged towards William, his clawed fingernails cutting William on the chest. “Where is she?”

William stopped in his tracks and his face melted into his human visage. “Are you trying to distract me? Did Drusilla send you?”

Angel stopped his movement and looked into William’s blue eyes, “Drusilla has her?”

William’s eyes narrowed and inhaled the air. “You’re… you’re Angel, aren’t you?”

Angel straightened up, dwarfing William’s body with the hulking mass, “Where is Buffy?”

“I was trying to find her before Spike did. I was until YOU tried to tackle me” William looked around and sniffed the air, hoping that he could track Buffy again. Picking up on her scent, he started to head that way. Angel followed closely behind, stalking the other vampire.

“You’re William, aren’t you?” Angel eyed William as he headed down an alley.

“Yeah, so?”

“When Buffy called she mentioned you. Said you were with Drusilla and Spike.” Another turn and the vampiric duo were back on a main street.

“Yeah, and?” William sniffed the air, he knew they were getting closer to Buffy and Drusilla.

“Just wondering why you are trying to find Buffy before Spike.”

William stopped dead in his tracks and whipped around to face Angel. “Do you smell that, Angel? Do you? It’s Buffy. Buffy’s blood to be exact. And, before you ask why she’s bleeding, let me tell you. I caught Drusilla trying to turn her.” Angel gasped. “Do you know what happens when Slayers are turned?”

“No one knows for sure.” Angel sniffed the air and started to walk towards a shop front. “They’re in there.” William sniffed around the door, finally in agreement with Angel. “So… why don’t you want her turned?”

Rattling the chains on the door, William answered quietly, “I love her.”

Calmly, Angel ripped the metal door from its hinges. “No you don’t.” He threw the door in the street, missing the hobbling Spike by only a few feet. “You can’t love, not with out a soul.”

“Oh sure, peaches. Tell our boy there that he can’t love. Because the only thing between Buffy and death is his love.” Spike sauntered up, trying to hide his obvious injuries. “I’d bet Dru has got the Slayer locked up in the basement.”

“And how would you know that, Spike?” Angel said through clenched teeth.

“It’s what we do, wanker.” Spike passed Angel and William and entered the building. “We torture, kill, and shag. It’s what we do.”

Brooding, Angel followed Spike. “It might be what you do Spike, but not me.”

“Oh, I forgot. Let everyone fall down at the shrine of Angel, original soul-boy, holier-than-thou, brooding, uptight, wanker of a grandsire.” Spike found a hidden door down to the basement and opened it up. The first thing that hit his nostrils was the smell of Slayer blood, ripe and succulent in the air. Sniffing the air, he noticed that Drusilla’s scent was very faint meaning she wasn’t around. Smiling, he allowed William to go down the stairs first. Angel knocked Spike out of the way and raced behind William, entirely bent on being the savior. Finally hitting the bottom stair, William and Angel looked around and they could not believe their eyes.

a/n: *cough* sorry for the bit of a cliff hanger... I didn't realize it when I said I would post another one.... sorry!!

a/n: I couldn't leave you hanging all day... it just wasn't right.

Chapter 17
The last thing Buffy remembered was waiting for William with Drusilla. Drusilla was singing some lull-a-bye and then there was nothing. Darkness encompassed her eyes, with shooting red stars. She felt her world shatter, driving her deeper into the darkness. Angry voices yelled without form, muddling her mind. Struggling towards the light in front of her, she felt cold, so frozen in place that she couldn’t move. Unable to maintain concentration, Buffy fell into the oblivion of sleep.

Whispers reached through Buffy’s brain. A soft lexicon breezing through the darkness, opening her mind to the possibilities of life. No right. No wrong. Desires turned to needs and needs turned to desires. Buffy tried to fight too clear her mind, but to no avail. The whispers of the night engulfed her once again, as she slid down the edge of sanity. The deep abyss swallowed Buffy, giving her some peace.

Without any of her senses Buffy felt light, like she was floating, almost flying. The darkness turned to night with stars twinkling around her. Floating through space, Buffy watched shooting comets pass her on their journey around the universe. White turned into the colored spectrum. Whirling stars passed her as she stood in the darkness. Blinking through the hazy fog that muddled her brain, she started to become more aware.
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Drusilla moved quickly through the streets with the unconscious body of the Slayer in her arms. The rich smell of the blood Drusilla released was permeating the area. Backtracking and circling on her journey, she headed to the old storefront.

Drusilla carried the Slayer through the backdoor and down the stairs. With as much care as Drusilla could muster, she settled Buffy down on a pallet. Buffy head rolled to the side, revealing Drusilla’s mark. “Wake up my Childe.” Her hand came up to Buffy’s face, caressing her cheek. A low moan escaped from Buffy’s throat. Drusilla knew her journey through the dark abyss was almost over. “Wakey, wakey. The moon is setting. It’s time to rise and shine, my darling girl.”

Moving her head back and forth, Buffy shook the dark fog that covered her mind away. The cobwebs and stars disappeared, bringing the harsh reality into focus for the Slayer. Twin puncture wounds marred her neck and the lack of blood flowing in her veins distressed the primal force inside Buffy. The Slayer. The Chosen One. Or, as Buffy had come to realize that Buffy had been chosen by the One. The spirit, the life force, the soul of the demon-hybrid girl forced on a mission to protect the world. It all entered her on that fateful day in 1996 and it changed her forever. Six years. Buffy knew it now. She survived six years as the Slayer. Longer than most survived, but still so short. Tears formed in her closed eyes, Buffy could feel them tickling under her eyelids, leaking past the soft flap of skin. She knew that she would never be the woman her mother begged her to try to be. She wouldn’t get an opportunity to tell her friends in New York how really special they are. She’d never see Xander or Willow again. She’d never see Giles smile proudly at her. She would never go back and yell at her sister for stealing her clothes or makeup. She’d never again be reprimanded by her mother for sneaking out of the house. The tears flowed freely from her eyes and traveled down her dirty face, each filled with sorrow and regret.

“Wake up, my baby.” Buffy felt the tug of Drusilla and started to open her wet eyes. “Shh, no need to cry my child, you will be here soon.” The room reeked of rotting flesh and sadness. Buffy didn’t have to have light to know that this was used as a torture room.

“Drusilla?” Buffy voice cracked, her mind was still so heavy.

“Shh, Daddy has come to save you. Such a handsome knight, he is.” Drusilla smiled sweetly at Buffy. Her black eyes danced in the dark basement. “He’s going to save you from my two boys, he thinks. Going to lift you up on his trusty stead and ride off in the sunset.” Giggling, Drusilla looked at the staircase and continued. “But my boys won’t let him, you see. You were going to be a toy, but not now. I see that you weren’t meant to be a toy and the stars have foretold it all.” The awe in Drusilla tiny voice drifted over Buffy as she listened to the crazy vampire. “My boys never got along, you know. Daddy likes to break his toys and then he discards them, bad Daddy! My Spike doesn’t like to share his toys, though so you see he has to share. He has to learn to share. You were meant to be William’s, but my darling boy couldn’t decide what kind of toy he wanted.” Buffy nodded as if she knew what Drusilla was talking about. “You are a great warrior, my pretty girl. And, my boys will love you. Love you well. They will have tea and crumpets waiting for you when you wake, my dear girl.”

“Drusilla?” Buffy felt her pulse speed up as Drusilla vamped out, letting her teeth elongate. “Please, don’t.”

“Shh, my girl. It has been written and so shall it be.” Looking at Buffy laying on the floor, Drusilla kneeled down. She lifted her hands and pointed two fingers toward Buffy’s eyes, “Be... in my eyes. Be... in me.” Hypnotized, all fear and doubts left Buffy as she saw the night twirl in Drusilla’s eyes. She didn’t see Drusilla lean forward, didn’t feel her veins yield to her fangs, and didn’t taste the blood that flowed down her throat. The darkness once again swallowed Buffy’s mind whole.
~*~*~

All three men peered into the dusty room at the foot of the stairs. Inside, the bricks were covered in dried blood. Garbage filled the floor, leaving only one path back to a dirty pallet, where Spike used to fuck Drusilla as his victims watched in abject horror. Smiling, he smelled the dead slayer. Her flesh already rotting from lack of blood flow in her arteries and veins. Riga mortis might have already set in, leaving her muscles contorted in a weird posture. Smiling evilly, Spike rubbed his cock through his jeans, “She’s over there mates.”

Looking at Spike and what he was doing, William sneered, “God, you can’t take five minutes not to get off! Can you? Your fucking dick was almost sliced off by your sire and you are still horny.” William pushed past Spike and headed over to where he knew Buffy was laying. He couldn’t mistake her scent as it was so familiar now. Except it was different now. It no longer held warmth and sunshine. It was cold and dead.

Angel followed William, knowing what they would find. Buffy had been drained and by evidence of her crimson lips, she had been turned. Angel used to love that scent. A fresh turn in the morning. It made him hard thinking about the lovely delicious things, he would do to the body before the demon woke up. But that was then and this was now. Angel had a soul and he was remorsefully good. Fighting the good fight and saving the innocent was what his life was like now. It used to be her life. Her calling. Her mission. But not any longer. Her mission was dust in the air, just like all the vampires she had killed. Dust in the air.

a/n: Getting to the part where I haven't written. Updates will slow down.

Chapter 18
A/n: Reders & reviewers... I have up to 25 written.... So I will update until I hit that. Seems like my *new* chapters take about 3-4 weeks.

Warning: character death

The silence was deafening as the three male vampires saw the body of the slayer. Her body was laying flat on the dirty pallet, covered in dirt and dust, not moving. Her eyelids were half closed with the whites of her eyes showing. Lips smeared with drying crimson blood. William reached for her first. His cold skin touching her rapidly cooling skin. A thin layer of perspiration covered Buffy’s body, giving it an unearthly glow, as the sun rose, scattering light through the only window in the room. William’s body racked with sobs, and shook as the enormity of the situation hit him. Buffy was gone. Angel came up behind William and put his hand on his shoulder, trying to give comfort. Unseeing and unfeeling, William gathered Buffy’s body into his arms, cradling her head against his chest. “Please, Buffy. Wake up.” His mournful tears hit her skin, splattering his shed blood. “Please, do something!” William begged, looking at Angel. “We can bring her back, right? Not too late?”

Angel’s brown eyes looked down with pity. It was already done. Drusilla had killed the golden Slayer and replaced her with a demon. Suddenly, Angel realized that William didn’t realize that Drusilla sired her. He thought she was dead, never to return. Keeping the secret quiet, Angel looked over at Spike’s fallen form.

Kneeling on the ground, just a few feet away from the Slayer’s form, Spike felt it. The force he knew as Drusilla was fading. In front of him were the remains of his sire and love. His hands were covered dust as he brought them up to his face. A howl of outrage filled the room, leaving nothing in its wake.

The three male vampires, brethren by right of the supernatural, stayed in one place, each one lost in their own world. The tears and howls of the younger two filled the room with unbearable grief. Both loosing their loves. William, so fresh in the euphoria of finding someone to love, and to be loved by, shook with his overwhelming grief. Spike lost in his own grief induced visions, was crying over his lost mate and sire. The bright stars blinded him with the vibrant truth, sending him over the edge. Angel despaired and rejoiced. His darling slayer, Buffy, the one that turned his life away from self-loathing and pity into a mighty purpose had fallen into the darkness. The strength, the will, the instinct to survive was not enough. It never was enough. And, his angelic Childe, the innocent nun that held visions of the future and present has finally been put out of her misery. Through the years, her visions took over completely; leaving her body as a shell, and all he could do was be thankful she was finally at peace.

Stepping around William, he pried the lifeless body of Buffy away. Growling at the young vampire, ordering the William’s demon to obey the patriarch of the family. Spike was still lost in his own visions, that he didn’t even know that Angel had taken over. When William refused to let go, Angel slapped him across the floor. He had to get her out of here, out of New York. It was up to Angel to take care of her. A heavy growl came from a vamped out William. He was too emotional to realize what was going on other than his territory, his love, was in danger. He needed to protect her body, even if she no longer existed in it. He needed to do it for her. Angel on the other hand, let go of Buffy, letting her drop back to the pallet. As William flew through the air intent on attacking Angel. Angel turned around and blocked him. Throwing his beefy hands in rapid succession, Angel resisted the impulse to finish the young vampire off and leave him dusted. Instead, he knocked William unconscious long enough to pick Buffy back up and head upstairs.

Hitting the kitchen, he ducked in the shadows, avoiding the rays of sunlight through the windows. Looking down at Buffy, Angel realized that she would never walk in the sun again. Her precious tan would slowly disappear as she lived in the shadows with him. Angel knew there was no way he could dust her, no matter how cruel the demon that now resided in her could be. He also accepted that he wouldn’t allow anyone else to kill her, she was still to precious in his heart to let it be that way. Instead, he would get Willow to use the curse before Buffy had an opportunity to taint her soul with murders in the name of food. Finding two blankets, he covered their bodies and sprinted to the closest sewer.
~*~*~

Spike’s eyes were blood red, shocked from the images that infused his body. Past, present, future, blood, sex, sweat, tears, love, hate, and friendship. They all flowed into him the minute he touched Drusilla’s ashes. It was like her essence entered his for a few scant minutes. Her melodic voice filtered into his brain, giving him her last wishes. Spike collapsed under the emotional stimulation that he felt. Closing his eyes, he lost consciousness.

~*~*~

The house was silent when Spike finally came out of oblivion. He didn’t have to open his eyes to know that the sun was setting. The night called to him, singing the song of the nightingale. Groaning, Spike’s memory hit him full force. His dark princess was gone forever from this existence. Who said the poet inside him was dead? The grief washed over him.

William stirred under the boxes that Angel had thrown him into. The stench of death covered him. Covered the room. Covered the city. Death covered the world. With his demon visage, William quickly got up and looked around for Buffy. His yellow eyes scanned the area, but he already knew she was gone. Angel took her away. Blind with furry, William wanted to start to hunt for Drusilla. She killed Buffy and Sire be damned, she was going to pay for it. Walking towards the staircase, William saw a flash of movement in the corner of his eye. Stopping, William turned around and faced off with Spike. “Where is she, Spike?”

“Gone, gone, gone.” Spike sobbed in grief.

William’s face turned back to human as he looked at his older brother. He was too distraught. William saw his dirty face, streaked with tears when it hit William. The dust that still hung low in the air was not any ordinary dust: it was Drusilla’s. New pain washed over William as he collapsed under the weight of it all. There would be no revenge, no satisfaction of ripping out her heart like she had done to him. No opportunity to watch her explode into dust. No more sire. He was alone now. Drusilla was what kept the family together. Her and her vision of her family. There was no family now. William didn’t even have a friend, anymore. No one to talk to, no one that would care.
~*~*~

The moon hung high in the sky, but neither vampire wanted to move from the basement. It was just too much. Spike knew that he had to move. Had to take care of William because that is what Drusilla wanted. What she begged him to do. Gathering up his emotions and stuffing them away, Spike stood up. Brushing off the excess dust, Spike walked over to William who was curled up on the floor, his tears still fresh. Nudging Williams form with his boot encased foot, Spike watched as the younger vampire rolled over. “Come on, mate. Pull it together. We need to go home.”

“Buffy, no Buffy.” William sobbed.

Rolling his eyes, Spike picked William up buy his shirt. “Come on, mate. Let’s get you home.”

“No!” William tugged free. “Just leave me be!” William backed up to the wall, leaning against the red surface.

“Come on, mate. All’s not lost. We’ll get some blood in you and figure it all out.”

“All’s not lost? How can you say that? Drusilla…” Sobs threatened to overtake William once more. “She killed Buffy. Beautiful Buffy. MY BUFFY! And now, she’s even gone. How can you say that?”

Spike watched William scream and shout. Howl in despair. Spike’s head cocked to the side as he evaluated William. “Think your girls dead huh?” Spike took a step towards William, his instincts telling him to take it slow. “Mate, I think you’re missing something.” William looked at Spike approach. “Wank McWanker took your blonde beauty. She ain’t gone.”

“No, Drusilla KILLED her. It’s your fault!” William launched his body toward Spike, knocking him down before he rolled off him. “She was jealous that you wanted Buffy. If you just kept your dick in your pants this wouldn’t have happened!”

Laughing Spike punched William away. “Think you’re mistaken, mate. Drusilla didn’t kill the bitch; she sired her because you wouldn’t. It’s your fault that my dark goddess is gone!” Kicking out, Spike hit William’s chest, knocking him to the ground. “But you know what? I can’t be angry with you because Dru knew it. She knew that she would be dust after it was all said and done. But she did it for you! She did it for you!” Spike fell back to his knees; despair washing over him once more. Inhaling his emotions again, Spike stood up. “Come on, mate. It’s time to put our family back together.”

a/n: How about I update another chapter this afternoon?

Chapter 19
The creaking and swaying movements were the first two things Buffy realized. Her head pounded and she felt so weak. Drusilla must have dumped her someplace. Buffy shifted and opened her eyes. The darkness surrounded her, baring down on her. The hard horizontal surface uncomfortably dug into her back. She shifted, hitting her foot on something hard beside her. Checking with the other leg, she encountered another hard surface. Afraid of what she would find, Buffy tentatively moved her hands up. Stifling a scream, Buffy found another hard surface in front of her. Trapped, Buffy moved up and down, trying to see how big the box that held her was. Was this a form of Drusilla’s craziness? Is this torture for turning William and Spike’s heads? Buffy felt around the surface, realizing she was surrounded by wood and she knew wood, it was her weapon of choice. Weak from the loss of blood, Buffy could barely lift her fist and pound on the surface. Hearing the echo of her pitiful knock, she lifted her leg and kicked the side of the box that held her. She felt the wood budge and continued to kick a small hole through. Tired, and not getting very far, Buffy stopped. Her whole body hurt from the hunger. Buffy idly wondered how long she had been unconscious. She never remembered being this ravenous. The pull of survival made Buffy punch against the wood, sending splinters everywhere.

Angel watched Buffy try and escape her coffin. He didn’t know what to do. He could help her free herself, but what would he say? How could he explain that she was a vampire? Explain that she craved the blood, violence, and sex? How could he look into her green eyes and tell her she will never step in the sunlight again? Fear grasped his heart as he watched her kick and claw her way to freedom. With sad eyes, he scooted over to her. “Buffy?” His voice cracked under the strain. “Buffy, stop it.” Angel knew the moment she heard him. The thrashing and grunts stopped.

“Angel?” She sounded so innocent. How could she be a monster with that voice?

Peering into the hole she created near her face, he saw her yellow eyes. They glowed up in an uncertain emotion. Wrinkles marred her high forehead and she rasped through her teeth. Realization hit her as she looked up at Angel. Her finger hit her canines, slicing open her skin. Blood poured into her mouth and she knew. She was a vampire. Tears ran down her face as she stared at her long claw like nails and cold skin. Angel grabbed a hold of the lid and ripped it off. As he looked at her, her body shook in fear.
“Buffy.”

“No, don’t look at me!” Angel smelled her fear and sadness.

“Buffy, please.” Angel reached down, but Buffy’s hand flew up and knock his arm away. Before he could recover, Buffy leapt from the box that held her prisoner and ran into the shadows. Huddled down, Buffy took in her surroundings. They were in a metal room with no doors or windows and it felt like they were moving. Buffy’s eyes widened when she realized that they were in a train’s cargo compartment. The clanking of the rails soothed her somehow. Angel stood up and look towards her. His face vamped out. “Buffy, you can’t hide. I can see you.” Stepping closer, Angel used his best intimidation voice. “Were going to have to deal with this sooner or later.”

Buffy ducked her head down, covering it with her arms. “Angel, what happened?”

Sighing, Angel stopped moving forward. “What is the last thing you remember?” He calmly unbutton his shirt sleeves and started to roll them up.

“Drusilla…” Buffy rasped through her fangs. The hunger started to over take her. She felt like she was in a cold sweat. Every sound, every movement brought her eyes to focus on it. Despite no light in the compartment, she saw every line, every shadow.

“She… turned you. I don’t know why.”

“Where?” God, she was hungry. She couldn’t even develop full sentences.

“Dusted.” Angel brought out a Swiss Army knife and opened it. “Found right next to you…your corpse.” Buffy flinched at the words and was entranced with watching Angel slice open his arm. He lifted it up, letting the red liquid well up. “Here, you need to eat.” Buffy shook her head. Drinking blood was icky in her opinion and she couldn’t… not from Angel. “God damn it Buffy. You can’t even form sentences. Here.” Angel was next to her before she knew it, shoving his arm in her face. The liquid glistened, calling for her. With a lick of her lips, she ran her tongue around the wound, licking up the dripping liquid. Need over took her and her fangs slipped through his skin, drawing his essence into her. The taste exploded in her mouth, drenching her taste buds in a symphony of crimson ecstasy. More. That’s the only thought in her mind at the moment. She couldn’t get enough. Pulling enough to sate her thirst. Angel knew it too. He finally pushed her away at the last moment. He knew the hunger in fledglings was drastic, and the only thing that would truly satisfy her was the blood of her Sire. However, Buffy’s sire was dead.

Buffy ridges disappeared as her human visage came forward. The bloodlust in her was manageable and she calmed down. “Angel?”

“Give me a moment, Buff.” With his tongue, Angel licked the gaping wound, licking off any extra liquid she might have missed. Angel wrapped his arm up in a tourniquet, stopping the blood flow. Sighing, he faced off with Buffy. Her questioning eyes met his and her emotions spilled. Running, she jumped in his arms, pushing him over and onto the ground.

~*~*~
The sun was setting again in New York. Bustling business shut down as the nightlife woke up. The last orange-yellow rays on the sun hid behind the buildings, gasping in its nightly death. Spike reveled in the feeling of night being reborn. The cold breeze whipped around the buildings, coating everything. Streetlights flickered on, giving the cities occupants a false sense of security. Growling, Spike stood outside the house, watching the minions pack the Desoto. The trip would be long and arduous. Spike wasn’t sure what he would find in California, if anything, but he had to try for William. For Drusilla. His memory of the vision he had when he touched Drusilla’s ashes was fading slowly. He could no longer recall details, only thoughts and feelings now. The overwhelming thing he knew was that the Slayer, the turned Slayer, was the key in the future of the clan, and too civilization, as they know it. Drusilla sacrificed herself: her blood, her emotions, and her body to the balance of the earth. For her new Childe to rise to power?

When Spike and William finally stumbled home, right before sunrise, the minions already knew that the mistress was gone from this plane of existence. Not knowing how to act, they took care of Spike and William. They were glad that her ramblings and temper tantrums were a thing of the past. Elated that they didn’t have to have any more tea parties or have to play with dolls, they listened to the new Master of the family. Mated with their mistress and by full right in lineage, next in line to take over the clan, Spike reveled in his elevation to power. He no longer stood behind Drusilla, taking care of her, but now, he was the one in front. The one every minion would cower away from. Spike loved the feeling and he showed it. The beatings of three inconsequential minions Drusilla had turned to be playmates, served Spike’s powerbase well. None of the minions wanted to be on the receiving end of his fists or fangs.

With strict orders, the minions drained the remaining people in their possession, bagging their blood carefully for the long trip to find the newest member of the family. Gossip of the slayer turned vampire, ran through the whole household. Were the legends true that a turned Slayer would be crazier than their former mistress was? If they found her and brought her back, would she go on a rampage and kill them? They remembered her screams and wails while she was imprisoned in the lower bedroom. Would she take out her revenge on them? The Master and his brother seemed intent on finding her and bringing her into the fold, so they couldn’t argue or wouldn’t argue with either of them. The research minions tracked down Angel’s information. His place of residence and business address, one in the same, was given to Spike with directions on how to get there. Spike, anxious to find her, dragged William out of the house only a few moments before the sun rose over the horizon. The two brothers were intent on not wasting much time and drove away before the first rays of the dawn, could catch them.

For two days, the vampire brothers took turns driving west. This time alone, brothers bonded, brining Spike and William together. They grew closer, understanding the others motives a little bit more, understanding the importance of their special sister. Spike shared his vision that Drusilla passed to him, the possible end of the world. And the role Buffy could play if they find her in time. Their objective was clear and concise: get Buffy before Angel could do any damage. The threat of a cursed soul weighed heavily on William. Has it been fate all these years that brought her back to him? Did Drusilla know that he would bring them a Slayer, his childhood friend, who would end up ruling the demon community?

Finally, after over 40 hours of straight driving, the Desoto rolled into Los Angeles mid-afternoon. Spike pulled up in front of the Hyperion hotel, put the car into park and sat back waiting for the sun to go down. The building towered up from the street, teasing the vampire brothers. Spike felt a familial bond inside, but couldn’t tell if it was Buffy or Angel. He wasn’t sure how strong his bond to Buffy would be. He knew he would have to take over the Sire duties for her. Teach her how to hunt and drain victims quickly and silently. His cock stirred, thinking of her muscles being even more enhanced with the demon’s powers. She would be a lovely vampire. Snapping to attention, the duo watched as the humans left the building, as the sun started to fade over the horizon. Evidently, Angel Investigations were closing for the night.

The sun finally laid to rest, allowing the two vampires to exit the car. Hoping for a surprise attack, they ran into the building. Stepping into the deserted lobby, Spike relied on his instincts to find Buffy. Stepping forward, Spike opened his vampire senses in search of the girl that Drusilla died for. Spike and William stalked through the first floor and down to the basement. As they neared where Spike felt Buffy would be, neither gave notice that no man or beast was around.

a/n: I know a bit confusing.... But all will be revealed.

Chapter 20
Buffy’s head felt heavy as she started to wake up. The fog that enveloped her was lifting rapidly. Senses started to attune to her environment. Chained, once again, Buffy woke up completely. Growling deep in her chest, Buffy opened her eyes to find Angel standing only a few feet away. His face was marred with bruises and cuts, distorting his natural good looks with puckered black and blue marks. Snarling, Buffy rattled her chains, once more diving for him. The chains held her back up against the wall, preventing another attack from her. Pushing through the pain, Buffy slumped forward, trying to break free. The shackles bit into her skin, breaking the surface, allowing precious blood to flow down her arms. Angel stood by, watching her struggle against her bonds.

The attack on the train was not a total surprise to Angel. Her demon was mostly in control of her body, and Angel knew she was not sated with the pig’s blood running in his veins. The added Grandsire properties in his blood, helped just enough for Buffy to control her visage, but nothing more. It took all the strength and will power Angel had to control her demon. Her slayer muscles were still weakened with the change; didn’t stand a chance against his more in tuned muscles. Knocked out, and desperate for blood, Buffy’s face reverted to the demon visage. Angel bound her arms and legs completely, immobilizing her if she should wake up before he could get her to the Hyperion.

Buffy didn’t wake up on the train, or with in the first twelve hours of her imprisonment at the Hyperion. Few people were made aware of the slayer turned vampire. Giles had warned Angel of the Watcher’s Council sniffing around Sunnydale. Their mystics had told them the power of the slayer’s had shifted. The in lfux of watchers in the sunny state worried Angel. If he couldn’t get in control of Buffy she probably would be dust before the next sunrise. Angel contacted Willow hoping she could do a spell to bind Buffy for the time being, but that kind of magic couldn’t travel the distance. The red headed woman became a powerful Wicca, able to harness the earthly energy and focus it. Bending the elements to her will, she has been a valuable asset to the good fight, but there still were limitations.

Finding an Orb of Thesulah wasn’t hard. Giles kept one in stock in case Angel lost his soul again. Willow traveled to Los Angeles that first day with the orb and spell ingredients. If they could re-ensoul Buffy before she had her first kill, her first feeding, her first steps into vampiric-hood, she might not be damned. Angel stood in front of Buffy’s bound body, on a vigil to keep her safe from harm. Giles and Willow walked into the room, slightly of put at the wrinkled face of their fallen friend.

Buffy watched with feral eyes as the two humans approached her. She felt the blood through their veins. The swooshing of their beating blood coursing for her. Willow, her dear friend looked at Buffy with such pity and disgrace and Giles, her virtual father, couldn’t even bear to look at her as he approached. They got closer, almost with in reach of her shackled hands. Willow stopped and started to prepare a sacred circle for the ritual. Giles stood by, just out of Buffy’s range, watching Willow prepare. She handed Angel burning incense. Indicating for him to walk around the room, blessing the space.

Stepping forward, Willow sat at Buffy feet and threw stones into the circle. Glancing at Angel and then panning to Giles, Willow nodded and held the orb up. “Quod perditum est, invenietur.”

Giles muttered, “What is lost, return.” His eyes rested on Buffy, as she struggled against her bonds.

Willow continued, “Not dead, nor not of the living. Spirits of the interregnum, I call. Gods, bind her. Cast her heart from the evil realm.” Willow panted a little, feeling the energy crack around her, “Return. I call on...” Suddenly a rush of wind entered the dark room, swirling the light around. The orb lifted itself from Willows palm and hovered in the air. With blackened eyes, she started to chant, “Te implor, Doamne, nu ignora aceasta rugaminte.

Giles watched, his eyes wide open, “Oh lord, she’s possessed!” Watching her, he muttered, “I implore you, Lord, do not ignore this request.”

With vigor she continued her chant, “Nici mort, nici al fiintei... Lasa orbita sa fie vasul care-i va transporta, sufletul la el. Asa sa fie! Asa sa fie! Acum!” With a clap of energy Willow yelled, “Acum!” The orb glowed radiant gold and faded. Falling down into Willow’s palm, the Orb of Thesulah laid dormant once again.

~*~*~
Twelve hours later….

Spike kicked the door open to Buffy’s chamber, throwing dust and debris into the air. The stench of incense and torment permeated the air, drawing the two vampires into the tiny room. As the dust settled, Spike spotted the prisoner. Shackled up onto a wall like the sacrificed Jesus Christ, Buffy hung limply. Her demon, long given up to her salvation, retreated into her mind, leaving the shell of her body. William quickly walked over to her and tugged onto her shackles. The metal bit into his skin, breaking the surface. Growling, Buffy’s head rose. The smell of blood, especially not the pigs blood Angel tried to give her, called to her demon. Nipping at the air, he tried to find the source. Spike watched her carefully. Her movements were hampered and slow. She was left here to starve to death. Had Angel already cursed her? Shaking his thoughts out of his head, Spike approached William who was still busy trying to break the bonds that held her. Spike stilled his work and brought attention to Buffy, her mouth blindly lunging for her food source. Spike brought William’s fingers up to Buffy’s mouth, allowing her to suck in the needed nutrients. Growling, the pressure in Buffy’s mouth increased, drawing the blood from William.

Spike stepped back, allowing William to feed her, allowing him to bond with her demon first. Spike went into another room and grabbed and axe. Coming back, he started to work on the chains that held Buffy upright. Freeing one side of her body, Spike watched as her body lurched forward, grabbing on to William’s shoulders. Grabbing her upright, William held her as she sucked. Slowly realization came forward and Buffy let go of his fingers only to latch on William’s neck. Screaming, William felt the pierce of her razor sharp canines into his skin. The blood she pulled into her strengthened her muscles, allowing her to stand on her own while holding on to William.

Spike started to pound away at the remaining shackles. Breaking free, Spike grabbed Buffy away from William. She growled in protest, blood dripping down her chin. “Now, now, none of that pet. We’ve got to get out of here.”

William swayed and steadied himself. Buffy pulled quite a bit of blood from him. It was a good thing there was a large supply of blood still in the Desoto. Buffy lunged at Spike, still ravenous from being starved. Blocking her penetration, Spike lifted her up in his arms so she couldn’t get to his neck. “Have plenty of time for that pet. Let’s go.”

William walked ahead of Spike as they made their way out of the hotel. Spike held Buffy’s face away from his skin, avoiding her sharp teeth from embedding themselves into him until they got to safety. Spike climbed into the backseat, allowing William to navigate through the streets. Five packets of blood that the minions packed later, Buffy’s demon was back in control. Finally fed properly, Buffy slipped into unconsciousness as Spike cradled her.

a/n: And she is saved! Or is she? More to come.

Chapter 21
Rolling through Albuquerque, New Mexico Spike decided to stop for the night. The trio was far enough away from Los Angeles and Angel’s influence that they felt they were safe. She was still unconscious in Spike’s arms, growling softly. He felt the family bond strengthen and the pull of her demon towards his own felt extraordinary. He never felt it before, not even in the beginning with Drusilla. She was his salvation, the angel that looked upon him, raised him out of his mediocre life and placed him on a higher plane of existence.
The bond growing deeper within them, Spike felt he needed to validate it before they headed out again.

Finding a hotel wasn’t very hard, winter had returned to the southern state, making the desert chilly. Spike went to pay for the hotel, leaving William to take care of Buffy in the car. Her soft growls turned more menacing after Spike left, prompting William to climb into the back seat with her. Immediately after he touched her, she calmed down. William’s lips touched her wrinkled forehead. Whispering quiet words to her demon, William rocked her back and forth, assuring her that she was safe.

Spike opened the back door, to find William holding Buffy. Growling possessively, Spike climbed in with them, taking Buffy’s body from William. “Room 189, around the back.” William looked at Spike, holding Buffy’s body. William was about to argue when Spike morphed into his demon visage and growled a warning, “Do it, now.”

With a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign and the click of the lock, the trio was locked in the room. Buffy stayed curled up where Spike deposited her on the bed. William relieved himself of the bags of blood he brought in, watching Buffy. Her hair hung over her face, obscuring his view. Spike walked around the bed and sat down next to Buffy. “Pet, you need to eat again.” Spike shook her body lightly, trying not to startle her demon. William walked over with a blood bag, hand outstretched to give it to Spike. “No need for that, William. She needs the bite. It’ll make her stronger.”

William threw the bag on the table and started to unbutton his shirt. “It should be me!”

Spike looked at William, “Nah, boy. I’ll do it.”

“I did it before… in L.A.” William squared his shoulders, ready to go to battle about it. This was Buffy. William knew the first few feedings were about the connection between two vampires, usually between a Sire and Childe. This connection would create a bond that would be the building blocks on how a vampire would act and react.

“Don’t you sass me, mate. I’m the closest thing to her natural Sire. I will take that over now!” Spike growled menacingly. Not only was Buffy beautiful, but she was the last thing of Drusilla. Spike knew it would piss William off, that was an added bonus, but he needed to take care of this new vampire, it’s what Drusilla wanted.

“But, we’re brothers? Equal!” William tried to grab Buffy’s arm, intent on dragging her over, but missed when Spike pulled her into his lap. Spike’s demon was in full force behind all Spike’s words and actions.

Spike’s face changed. “See here. We are not equal! I am a Master Vampire! Not only of this family, but by right of battle!” Spike shook his demon face away. “It’ll be good of you to remember that. I’ll take over for Drusilla. Remember that mate!”

“She’s mine!” William lunged across the bed, but Spike knocked him away with his closed fist.

Spike roared, he needed to help Buffy, instead he was stuck fighting with William about ‘who’ should help her. “No, mate. She isn’t. Drusilla might have played your little game, but I’m not. She is not yours!”

“She’s not yours!” William yelled, clutching his jaw where Spike’s fist hit.

“Yet, I’m all she has.” Spike looked down at Buffy’s body, now trembling with need.

“I’m here! You aren’t the only one she has.” William countered.

Spike got up and stalked over to William. With sure and fast punches, Spike had pounded William into the floor. William, not as coordinated or knowledgeable to block most of Spike’s assault, took the beating. “Look, William,” Spike sneered. “We still don’t know what Angel did to her! Practically starved her to death! Not like he would have been successful in killing her. She needs to feed, feel connected to someone that can protect her, teach her. You are barely old enough to have learned it all, you can’t do that.” Spike kicked William in the gut, just enough to drive his point home and then turned back to Buffy.

“I can do that!” William argued, he wanted to be there for Buffy, he loved her. Even in his weakened state, he could be there for her.

“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should. She needs strong blood and I have the strongest. Mine is closest to Drusilla. Anyway, how do you think you can protect her when I beat you too a bloody pulp?”

“I love her, I can protect her.” Spike sighed; he understood the love he had for Buffy. She was a beautiful woman, and a gorgeous creature. If the roles were reversed, he would do anything for Drusilla. Even lying on the floor, struggling to get up William stood his ground, he wasn’t giving up.

“I know mate.” He looked down at Buffy. “But it isn’t enough.” Her yellow eyes slid open, looking up at him. “Love, you need to feed.” William sat on the bed next to Spike, and he reached out to Buffy.

“Buffy?” A soft growl from Buffy was his answer. Scooting closer, Spike allowed Buffy’s head to roll to the side, letting Buffy see William. “It’ll be alright, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

Buffy head turned back to Spike, the scent of Drusilla stronger on him. “Want!” Buffy rasped through her teeth, “Hungry!”

Spike positioned Buffy on his lap, resting her head against his shoulder. His hand pressed against the back of her head, brining it closer to his throat, “Take.” Her fangs pierced his skin, the hypodermic needle-like teeth pulled against his blood, drawing it towards her. The taste of his blood was glorious. The rich copper taste exploded down her throat, bringing energy and life to her sore body. Her pulls were slow and messy, letting some of Spike’s blood drip past her lips and down his neck. Taking a break, she inhaled air through her nose, amazed at the sensation. The cool air of the hotel smelled of stale sex and musty cleaning products. Her nose twitched, inhaling again. She began to recognize different scents. Spike’s scent, his body closest to Buffy, was predominant. Smokey, tangy, and a bit of something ethereal. Lifting her head from Spike’s neck, licking the blood from her lips, Buffy looked around and saw William sitting only a foot away. She inhaled, smelling him, marking his scent as purely him. Clean and spicy. He smelled of the earth. Spike’s hand nudged her chin so she would look back towards him. “Lesson one, love: clean your mark.” Buffy’s eyes looked into Spike’s, the meaning of his words finally sinking in. She licked her lips and came towards his neck. With small, unsure licks, Buffy cleaned Spike’s neck of blood that dripped down and welled into his wounds. Spike, feeling that she sufficiently cleaned and closed his wounds, allowed her head to move away.

Her golden eyes looked around at the hotel. One bed, king sized, a small couch, armoire with a television, and a table with two chairs were the only things in the room. Looking down at the ugly flowered bedspread, Buffy moved from Spike’s arms. She shifted her body off the bed and looked around. Her face shifted back to her human guise, temporarily blurring her vision. Amazed at the perception of light and depth she had when she was in her demon visage, she shifted her face again. Details of the room popped out again. Little details like the small cockroach crawling on one of the walls was missed by her human eyes, but her demon zeroed in on the little movement and light scratching of its legs along the plastered wall. She looked over at William. His face was wide open with emotions: amazement, devotion, lust, among the many swirling around his baby blue eyes. Curious bruises were forming on his face, but Buffy couldn’t bring herself to ask about them. She already knew that Spike did it. Spike was the alpha, at least in this room, and had to subdue William. Spike sat back on the pillow, watching her first steps into understanding. Her unnatural breathing continued during this process, letting her become accustomed to her environment. His blue steel eyes softened at the former slayers discovery of the cockroach on the wall. Its skittering legs caught her hearing. Quickly, Buffy went over to the cockroach and killed it with a sharp kick. Her muscles felt weird, different. No longer feeling weak as a kitten, she stretched the legs and arms. Her leg bent at the knee, Buffy brought her foot up passed her ass, pulling on the enhanced muscle. Further up her back, Buffy felt a pull in her leg, she stopped the ascent. Putting her leg down, she tried the stretch with her other leg. Amazed that she kept her balance and she could stretch her leg up so far, Buffy giggled. Being a vampire was going to be good.

Buffy looked over at the bed where both William and Spike sat, with amused eyes and wide smiles on their faces. She smiled at them and looked around some more. She felt like she had to move, being stuck in the box and then chained up at Angel’s place left her demon very stir crazy. “Angel?” Buffy looked around, afraid to see him appear suddenly. She backed up into the corner of the room, protected on two sides; she slid down to the floor. She drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around them.

“Back in L.A., pet.” Spike scooted off the bed and headed towards her trembling body. He stopped only a foot or so away from her and crouched down. His finger lifted her chin, “What did he do to you?”

William moved closer to them, kneeling only a few feet away from Buffy. He heard Spike growl at William, warning him know not to come closer. Tears ran down her cheeks, clear and concise with each little drop from her human eyes. “I woke up in a box,” she started, “Angel was there. He… ripped open the lid when I got too tired to kick.” William moved closer, sitting Indian style in front of her. Spike gave him a warning look, but allowed William to sit close. Buffy needed to feel comfort for both of her human and demon counterparts. “He… said Drusilla was dead.” The pained look in Spike’s eyes confirmed that fact. “He said… don’t know why. But, I… I felt her… you know when she… then she wasn’t there. I don’t understand.” Her face shifted back into her demon visage, her tears tinged red now. Spike laid his hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to calm down so she could continue. He knew Angel tried some sort of mojo on her, he smelled the magic incense in that tiny room. “He fed me… I didn’t want to…” Buffy looked up at William and saw the wounded look in his eyes, but she continued. “It wasn’t enough. It tasted… nothing like yours.” Her eyes switched over to Spike’s. His eyes matched Williams. Blue to blue, iris to iris. Both of their eyes reflected the same gaze. The intensity of their gaze set her back; she felt that they could see into her. “He knocked me out when I went for more. I don’t know how I got off the train.” Buffy inhaled a large supply of air, ready to continue. “I woke up chained to the wall. Angel was there, watching me. I was so hungry. I couldn’t see straight. I smelled the pig’s blood that he drinks. Stale and unquenchable.” Buffy gagged at the memory of Angel trying to feed her and dumping it over her, around her: making her smell the awful stench. “He brought Giles and Willow in.”

“Who are they?” Spike sat back on his heels. She was surprisingly coherent and thoughtful for what she had been through. His blood was doing the trick. Satisfied that he could take over her siring role, able to control her, Spike smiled. It was too late for William to step in; it was Spike’s blood that she craved now.

“Giles’s my Watcher. Was.” Buffy looked down at the dirty carpet. “Willow was my best friend. She’s also a witch.”

“Did they cast a spell on you, love?” Spike’s hand came out and caressed her cheek. Her tears started to flow once more, and Spike allowed his fingers to wipe away most of the moisture. Giving her solace to go on.

“Yes, they did… the curse spell that they originally did to Angel.”

“Did it hurt?” William spoke up, now. His soft melodic voice soothing her more. She looked into his eyes, staring at their warm depths. He smiled slightly, hoping to encourage her to continue, but Spike stepped between them, breaking the contact.

“I… don’t know. I don’t remember. I was so hungry and they were so close, I could see their blood pumping in their necks.” Buffy looked up to the heavens, reliving the agony and torture. “The orb, the one that carries the soul glowed, but I didn’t feel any different.” Spike nodded, hoping that she wasn’t cursed. “I was so hungry. And, Giles was so close. But… Angel. He knew. It didn’t make any difference on me. The spell, it didn’t work. He pulled Giles back right as he was within reach.” Buffy let out a little hysterical laugh. “He was so god damn close!”

Spike nodded and got up to retrieve the blood bag that William had offered earlier. “Here, drink this. You’ve been starved since you woke up. The bloody poof fed you animal’s blood through him and the demon knew better. Barely keeps his bloodlust in check. Don’t know what that wanker thought his blood would do to you? Fresh bloodlust and not knowing what to do with it!”

Buffy bit into the plastic, balking at the cool blood, but swallowed it down anyway. For some reason she knew Spike wouldn’t starve her like Angel had. “So the spell didn’t work?” William moved closer to Buffy, now his knee touching her leg. Spike growled loudly and William was forced to move back. Buffy didn’t seem to even know what was going on between the two male vampires, her brethren now.

“I don’t think so… I mean when he was Angelus and we had to use the spell… he changed. His eyes glowed and stuff. It looked painful.” Buffy stopped with a contemplative look crossed her face.

“You’re doing good, love. Keep going.” Spike pulled another bag out and threw it at her. “Drink another one. The demon needs a lot right now. Neither one of us has enough to spare, you drank from both.” Spike pulled the chair up and sat down, watching William and Buffy on the floor in the corner.

“I didn’t feel any different. Just hungry.”

“So, the poof and your old posse failed with the spell. What happened? No one was around when we came in.”

“Angel was furious. He… he screamed and yelled. I heard him throw things upstairs. I don’t know what happened to Giles or Willow… they left or something. Angel… he came down and tried to make me drink some cow’s blood. It was worse than the pig’s. I couldn’t swallow it, he poured it in my mouth and I couldn’t swallow. After that… I don’t remember. Next thing was you…” her head swiveled towards William. “Your finger in my mouth and suddenly I was free.”

Spike got up from his position and came over to Buffy, blocking her view of William once again. “Come here, love. We need to rest up a bit.” Spike wound his hands around her shoulders and under her legs, lifting her dead weight up. Buffy’s arms wound around Spike’s neck. The feeling of comfort and acceptance grew within her. Spike pulled the blankets on the bed away and laid her body down. Spike settled himself next to Buffy, pulling her head to rest on his shoulder.

Spike looked over at William, who was staring at Buffy. Spike motioned with a tilt of his hand, allowing William to climb into bed. Grateful that he was allowed to rest next to Buffy, William sighed with appreciation. Spike glanced over Buffy’s golden head at William, keeping an eye on the younger vampire, knowing that the fight for dominance was not over.

a/n: SOrry I didn't update over the week. Just makes the chapters that much more special, eh?

Chapter 22
The whimpering started a short two hours later. William was the first to wake upon hearing the strangled cries coming from Buffy. Spike’s hand had slipped away from holding her, allowing her body to move off his. Lying between the two, Buffy’s body shook, as if she was cold. William spared a quick glance at Spike, noticing that he was in a deep slumber, and reached for Buffy. Her trembles decreased, but her moaning continued. William tentatively looked over at Spike, making sure he was still deeply unconscious. William, wiggled his arm underneath Buffy, raising her body up so he could drag her away from Spike and towards him. Finally, he had her body wrapped in his. Gently, he rubbed her back, massaging the tight muscles. Growling low, William soothed her demon with different inflections of his voice. Lulling her into peaceful rest. Waking up, bit by bit, with every sound William made, Buffy realized she was now in William’s tender arms. The same arms that soothed her when she was human and decimated by Spike’s ruse. Calming down, Buffy inhaled William’s unique scent. His pores opened, allowing his musk to enter in the air. Buffy snuggled closer to William, rubbing herself on his chest.

Buffy felt it in an instant. Lust. Pure, unadulterated lust. Need coursed through her the moment she rubbed her nipples against William’s hard chest. Buffy felt the rush of moisture to her groin, soaking her sex in viscous liquid. “Make me forget, William.” Pulling herself up, Buffy straddled her legs on either side of William’s thighs. William, not ready to react, let her climb on top of him, trapping his legs under her. Her muscles, still hard as steel and becoming accustomed to the added energy in her body, clamped down. Morphing into her demon façade, Buffy watched William’s eyes widen with pleasure. Dropping down, Buffy brushed her stiff nipples on William’s chest, growling.

William inhaled Buffy’s scent, now mixed with arousal and heavy lust. He felt his cock jump under her stomach, growing long and hardening to a peak. Buffy felt his erection grow underneath her, and it only proved to turn her lust up a notch. Positioning her clothed groin above his, she fiercely rubbed up against him. She took her claw like nails and sliced opened William’s shirt up, popping the buttons off as she went. Her barely coherent mind only recognized one thing, and strove for that one thing: pleasure. With a growl, William had Buffy’s shirt off. Her perky breasts were jutted out towards him, begging for his touch. His fingers reached for her creamy soft skin. Inhaling the intoxicating smell of their combined arousal, William massaged her globes. Buffy’s hips moved around and around, circling his cock, bearing down on his flesh. She moaned, feeling the tip of his cock brush up against her throbbing clit through their clothes. William reached up to Buffy’s neck, pulling and bringing her torso closer to his. He sucked in one nipple, gently biting on the dark tip, further arousing her. Her hips rose up from his, breaking their lower contact. Panting, Buffy growled at William, wanting, needing him. William allowed her to pull up and make contacted with his groin. Grinning, Buffy rode William’s clothed penis, moaning his name the whole way. Throwing her head back, she brought her hand up to her breast, touching the soft under skin. William spent his time watching Buffy touch herself while he fumbled with her pants. Finally, unzipping the garment and bunching it down past her waist, William’s fingers traveled to her mound. Her wiry hair tickled his digits as he dove in further. He felt her moist warmth first. Amazed that she was warm, Drusilla was never warm like this, William started to pump his fingers in and out of her hole, touching her clit with each penetration and retreat. Buffy’s hand was not still, as she rode his cock and fingers. Pinching her nipple, she twisted and pulled on it, growling all the while.

Unbeknownst to William, Spike was watching him bring Buffy off next to him. His feral eyes watched William’s glistening fingers peek from between their bodies in a steady rhythm. Touching his own cock, Spike watched Buffy ride William for all he was worth. Her tiny fingers pulling and tugging on her dark nipples as she swirled her hips on William’s. Spike licked his palm, bringing it down his chest and stomach to rest on his twitching cock. The look of ecstasy on her demonic face took his breath away, if he had any. His hand wrapped around his cock, pulling on his skin as he watched her… him… them, together. Their combined sexual smell infiltrated his mind and his senses, driving Spike crazy. Spike listened for Buffy’s unneeded breathe to become faster and erratic. Her pants came out clear, drawing herself towards complete pleasure. Sitting up, Spike tugged on his dick some more, ready to explode along with her when he realized what she needed to bring her over the edge. By this time, Buffy noticed Spike was awake and masturbating. She arched her back, grinding herself on William’s hand and groin. The fabric of his jeans delightfully chaffing his cock. She offered her neck to Spike, giving him permission to do as he pleased. Without missing a beat or pull, Spike scooted over to them, alerting William to his present state of wakefulness and arousal. Pulling Buffy down towards him, changing the angle of Buffy’s pussy on William’s fingers, Spike moved her hair behind her back. He kissed down her jaw as she continued to ride William’s fingers. With her teeth bared she whispered, “Yes, yes, yes, please, Spike.” Spike’s teeth grazed her soft skin, next to Drusilla’s mark; he shifted his fangs to penetrate. Clamping down, Spike drew her blood in with one quick pull. Screaming, Buffy felt her orgasm hit instantaneously. Her muscles convulsed around William’s fingers, almost breaking his long digits with the force of them. Spike released his load, coating William’s stomach in his cool white semen.

Buffy collapsed between the two. Her pants tapered off, eventually stopping completely as her body relaxed. Spike licked lazily at his puncture wounds on her neck. William’s hand was trapped underneath Buffy’s twisted body, along with his painfully hard cock. Growling satisfied, Buffy snuggled into the bed, unclamping her thighs from around William. William helped Buffy move her legs off him as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, freeing his raging erection. His skin, slightly reddened by the friction of his jeans, slipped between his fingers and palm, bringing himself to an explosive orgasm only moments after it was freed.

Spike pulled Buffy’s pants free, leaving her naked lying between them. Spike stroked himself while kneeling over Buffy, not at all sated with his eruption on to William. Buffy watched Spike’s cock disappeared and reappeared under his hand as he tugged on it. A clear trickle of pre-cum formed at the tip, oozing into a droplet. Licking her lips as she stared at Spike, he grinned. Buffy was going to be a fun Childe, a very fun Childe. William finally noticed the mess Spike made on his stomach, wiping it up with the sheet, but neither vampire noticed him; they only had eyes for each other.

Growling, ordering Buffy’s demon to obey, Spike used the inflections of his growl to let Buffy know what he wanted. She opened her legs wide, giving Spike an un-obscured view of her pink pussy lips. Thick and engorged with arousal and borrowed blood, her nether lips pulsed with need for him. Spike bent down, his face between her thigh; inhaling her musk. Without thought or trepidation, Spike’s tongue flicked her clit, enticing her to scream from the pleasure. Clamping her legs around his head, she encouraged him to continue. Not needing any confirmation, Spike did just that. His tongue licked from back to front, around and inside. He left no piece of her lovely flesh untouched by his mouth. He nestled his nose near her clit, bumping it every so often as his tongue penetrated her slick hole. Buffy lifted her legs up, bending her at her knees with Spike still trapped between her creamy thighs. Her feet were planted firmly on the bed, giving her purchase to grind down on Spike’s face as he fucked her with his tongue. His face changed angles, now sucking on her clit instead of fucking her. She felt his fingers weave underneath him, and caressing her soft lips. She felt him twist them in and out of her, driving her libido crazy. Arching her back, Buffy lifted her hips, bringing Spike’s head with her. Spike used her motion to continue to eat her out.

He was so pleased that she was so receptive. When she thought he was William in the house, chained up to the bed, she wasn’t nearly like this. Prim and proper; making love to each other. But this was a fuck job, completely wild and unadorned with feelings or thoughts of consequence. Spike moved his fingers down her slit, coating with her honeyed juices. Her hips bucked up once again, allowing Spike to move his fingers back further. As her hips came back down, she impaled herself onto his fingers that were positioned at her rear opening. Growling at the invasion, Buffy’s eyes opened. Spike growled another warning, using his Master status to control her from bucking him completely off her. Becoming accustomed to the intrusive fingers, Buffy experimentally lifted her hips up and set them back down, actively fucking herself. Spike grinned as his licked and sucked on her pussy. Her motions became faster, letting his fingers slip in and out of her asshole, stretching her, preparing her for him to take her second virginity, by right of the sire. Every male sire enacted the right with his children. And the favorite Childe of a female sire would step in and perform it for their sire. Not only was the first penetration a form of dominance, but it brought the two closer together: pain and pleasure shared. Spike had performed in on William many a time during the first few months, using it to control him. Biting down on her nubbin, causing her pain in her pleasure spot drove her off the edge, bucking faster and harder. Spike felt her muscled clench around his head and his fingers. He opened his mouth fully onto her pussy, inhaling the liquid that exploded from her.

William watched as Spike ate Buffy out, his Buffy. His jealousy reigned like fire and brimstone. He watched Buffy accept Spike’s advances completely, and unquestionably. She obeyed Spike’s growl and opened her legs for his feast. Her face, twisted and distorted, even through the vampire visage, she looked strange. Panting and moaning through her tiny puckered lips. She bucked up, lifting totally off the bed, taking Spike’s head with her. William idly wondered if she would twist her thighs, would Spike’s head pop off. William’s cock throbbed with the thought. Not only watching Buffy get off, but also the thought of Spike being out of the picture drove William to touch himself again. His cock, still red from the friction of earlier complained without any lubrication. Looking over at Buffy, just in time to see her scream and convulse with her orgasm, William was painfully hard.

Buffy’s steel thighs relaxed around Spike, allowing his face to rise from her groin. With a sappy and slick face, he rested his head on her belly, licking her belly button while she calmed down. His fingers disengaged from her other hole, leaving her body wanting more contact. Moving her hips around, nudging Spike’s lazy figure from her abdomen, Buffy was ready again.

Spike smiled and looked over at William’s angry looking erection. His red head leaked pre-cum, coating and soothing the skin it touched. Careful not to jostle the circling hips of Buffy, he reached over and licked William’s cock. His reward was the salty taste on his lips and the gasp of pleasure from William. Buffy’s hips stopped moving, circling and thrusting when she saw Spike lick William. The site of Spike’s talented mouth engulfing the phallus turned Buffy on to full blast. She watched Spike wink at her and take William’s whole dick in his mouth. His normally chiseled cheekbones were not gaunt in natural as he sucked William in. To William’s credit, he turned towards Spike who was still resting on Buffy’s stomach, enjoying the sweet torment Spike committed him to. Spike opened his eyes and watched Buffy’s face turn human, not from want, but from need. Her hazel eyes turned impossibly emerald green. Slight pants escaped her plump lips, inhaling all their scents. She watched Spike swallow William’s cock down, watching the muscles of his neck relax and swallow, causing William to buck in. Spike encouraged William’s movement, all the while keeping one eye on Buffy’s reaction. He smelled her increased arousal, now running down her thighs to the bed. William’s erection, now completely lubricated and soothed, popped out from Spike’s mouth.

Spike got up on his knees off Buffy. William protested when Spike stopped sucking him, angry that he couldn’t get any satisfaction. Growling at William, Spike motioned for William to stay where he lay. Holding his hand out to Buffy, he lifted her up and positioned her on top of William. Her thighs enclosed William’s as she settled on top of him. Spike grinned at William, indicating that he wouldn’t be denied much longer. Sliding Buffy’s torso up, he positioned William’s cock at Buffy’s entrance. Without any instruction, she sunk down, engulfing his rock hard cock. Smiling, she looked over at Spike, at his look of approval which made her smile grow. She moved up and down on William, now staring into his midnight blue eyes. Experimental with her strokes, Buffy moved up and down, engulfing and releasing William. Spike watched the two connect and reconnect. William was speechless, mouth hung open and panting heavily as Buffy set the pace for them. Feeling energized and free, Buffy rotated her hips on the down stroke, hitting her clit with William’s pubic bone, sending chills up her naked Spike. William groaned, loving the feeling of her moving on him.

Her movements were jerky at best, not having more than one lover and only that one time, made her very inexperienced. She felt Spike shift behind her, rubbing his cock head against the small of her back. Her face changed with Spike’s growl. She bent forward on William, spreading her legs further apart and presenting Spike with a view of her puckered back opening. Still stretched by his fingers, he tested out her skin near the opening. Spike helped Buffy keep up the pace she set while riding William, shifting her hips down on his length. On a down stroke, Spike stilled her hips completely. Positioning his cock at her rear, he lifted himself over Buffy, crushing her breasts against William. Spike felt William’s unnecessary breath on his face when he pushed into Buffy. Her body was unaccustomed to one penetration, let alone the double penetration and it protested loudly. Her demon screamed, releasing the pain into the air. Spike stilled, allowing her orifice to stretch and accommodate his girth. Letting both know she was ready with a growl, Buffy nudged Spike back, lifting her chest off William. The three worked together in time with Spike’s growling. As Buffy lifted up from William, Spike plowed in, having her filled with cock at all times. Buffy catching on, reveled in the attention bestowed on her. William looked up at her with his beautiful, adoring face and Spike pounded into her like nobody’s business.

Feeling lightheaded and languid, Buffy missed her on coming orgasm until it was half way through. Gentle numbing spread from her groin outwards. William followed next, bucking his hips up into her clenched pussy, he released his cool seed. Spike fucked Buffy a few more times, pushing brutally into her, marking his territory. Finally sated with power and lust, Spike pulled out of Buffy’s torn opening. His cock tinged pink from her blood and was no longer swollen with need. That definitely was a good fuck. Buffy rolled in between her two lovers, sated with pleasure and pain.

For once in her life she looked forward to the future.

a/n: Shew, is it a bit steamy in here?

Chapter 23
William stepped out of the bathroom, dressed and ready to go. The steam from his shower billowed from behind his head, temporarily obscuring his sight. He was the last to get an opportunity to use the shower, Spike and Buffy already clean and dressed. Stepping further into the room, he was assaulted with visions of Buffy writhing on Spike’s lap as he sat at the non-descript hotel table. “No, you bint, not like that!” Her legs straddled Spike’s legs, cocooning them beneath her. Spike’s black clad legs jutted out from underneath her, they appeared relaxed and comfortable. Buffy was wearing an orange and green short skirt. Spike insisted when they broke into a department store, that she would get dresses and skirts. A lime green tank top covered her torso. Strappy, sexy sandals lay forgotten on the bed as she cuddled closer to her Sire.

They’d been traveling back to New York relatively slow, stopping during the day to sleep and fuck when needed. Buffy had proved herself to be virtually insatiable. Her lust out weighed both vampires, leaving them tired after many sessions of her moving between their two cocks. Spike mused that what made her a Slayer, must have locked away her desire and passion for the flesh beneath all her inhibitions. Her demon must have awoken those desires and passions, leaving a nymphomaniac. Having no time to hunt for fresh food, they were still living on the blood bags they packed. William mentally calculated the miles between them and New York and the bags left. Not enough to break between the next couple hundred miles into two nights. Plus, the once red blood started to turn rancid. The coppery taste now had a more ashen flavor, leaving their bellies and arteries wanting something else. Spike had taken it upon himself to feed Buffy directly. Not only can the Sire/Childe bite be intimate in connection, but Spike liked feeling her soft willing body against his own hard one. William had walked in on them yesterday fucking, while Buffy drew short gulps of blood into her mouth. With a growl, Spike stopped William from joining, making him watch Buffy’s body encase Spike’s long cock over and over again as she drank. Horny and stuck in the position near the door, afraid of Spike’s wrath if he did, William was left with relieving himself by masturbating.

Buffy growled, frustrated and tipped her head against Spike’s neck. She couldn’t get in the right position. “Why not?” she whined. It seemed to her that she was close enough; it would work. Her ass wiggled against Spike’s thighs as she moved and he growled for her to stay still. She looked at him, lips forming a pout and her eye’s fluttering.

“Because that’s not where you will get the most pull!” Spike sighed, it was difficult enough teaching a fledgling how to feed without a victim, but the fading sunlight still peeked from behind the hotel curtains. “I know you need a proper lesson, but we can’t right now. When we get home, you’ll have all the pretty puppies you can bite at your disposal.” William watched Buffy wiggle again on Spike’s lap, knowingly frustrating Spike so he would just give up and let her feed from him anyway she wanted. “Look,” Spike pushed Buffy off him a bit, sliding her away. “Here is the jugular that is the easiest place to pull from. And, this is the carotid artery, that’s the next best place. These are your two main targets. Right?” Spike looked deeply into her hazel eyes. “Hit those, it should be a clean bite with the fastest results.”

Buffy smiled sweetly and nodded her head in understanding. “Right here.” Her cool fingers flowed across his skin, tickling him. She found out the second day they were traveling, that he was ticklish on his neck and other places. Now, she couldn’t stop touching those places. Spike squirmed under the pressure of her nails, “And here.” Spike nodded, letting her head sink back to his neck as she licked his skin. His smooth face turned into her demon visage, her tongue now akin to a kitten lapping at warm milk.

“Yeah, like that, love.” William saw Spike’s legs slack a bit more and his torso droop as Buffy’s fangs sunk deep into his neck, pulling his blood into her mouth. Buffy’s legs were pulled further apart by Spike’s. His hands kneading her soft flesh of her ass. Spike growled low as Buffy pulled his blood into her body, sounding like a cat purring. William watched her suck on Spike, entranced at what an erotic sight they posed. He felt his cock grow hard underneath his blue jeans. William had watched them before. The teacher and student. Her eagerness to please her new Sire and his wanton need for it.

Only a minute later, Buffy’s head was back up looking at Spike. Her demon guise already shifted to her human. “Taste funny.” Her eyebrow quirked up and her fingers were playing with the lapels of Spike’s duster. Her manicure was not so pristine anymore, yet still very sexy.

“Blood packets gone bad.” Spike shrugged. “Not going to kill us, yeah?”

William strolled into the room, making his presence known. “Should leave now if we want to get to the city before dawn.” William stooped down and put his tennis shoes on, waiting for the two to finish getting ready.

Buffy looked back at William. “Dawn?” Her little voice sounded like a little child’s with all the innocence and youth behind the words. William saw the memories flash in her brain. The memory of her family, her human family. Her mother, her sister, her friends. Flashes of her human life appeared before her. “Dawn,” her voice grew stronger. “My sister’s name’s Dawn.” William nodded and came over to kneel beside Spike and Buffy. Spike’s arms banded around Buffy’s waist; pulling her closer.

Spike looked at Buffy’s struck face, “Pet? Got yourself a new family now.” The memories of her human life had not played into her existence yet. The slayer’s life style had not brought up. Her previous life in New York was avoided, along with the topic of her friends. Not knowing how many morals she retained from being human and a slayer, the two male vampires let it rest.

William glanced at Spike, thinking through his words. “You have Spike and me now, Buff.” Spike didn’t growl or look at William, not displeased with his comment.

“I know.” William couldn’t have sworn a tear form in Buffy’s eye before she blinked it away. “New family.”
Her melancholy mood lifted some, comforted with the knowledge of her family, namely the two males in the room with her. She stilled, looking pensive. “What will everyone think of me?” She looked over at Spike he drew her close to his chest, comforting her human side. “Will they… I was a Slayer?”

“Still are, love,” Spike gently pressed on his wound on her neck. “Still got that strong blood floating in your veins and arteries. Now, you’re just better than a Slayer. The demon, your demon, will learn to tap into the potential that still flows through you. Got me, got William. Don’t worry about the boys at home. They won’t bother you much.” His reassurance rang true to her ears, but she still was afraid of what her former prey would do to her. “Any action towards you will be taken care of, love. No worries about the boys.” Spike assured her weakened state would not last very long. Between the starvation at the hands of Angel, no proper fresh food, and her age, she was at a disadvantage if any older vampire wanted to assert their dominance. Spike took time to mark Buffy’s neck carefully with his teeth. His visible claim as her new Sire would protect her. Spike allowed William to bite her yesterday on her wrist, giving her the added protection of William. She still didn’t understand the dynamics of Spike and William, but it seemed that Spike was being very generous allowing another to bite what he considered as his. His Childe. His property.

“But, what about Drusilla?” Buffy’s anxiety returned. Spike’s jaw twitched at the sound of his dark princess’s name. “Won’t they think…”

“Don’t worry, Buffy, everyone knows you couldn’t have done it, you were dead.” William assured her. She looked over at Spike, his muscles still clenched.

Buffy felt Spike’s stiffened form begin to relax. “The boys didn’t like Dru too much,” he stopped, remembering the complaints he constantly received, “she made them attend tea parties with her dolls.” Spike kissed Buffy’s cheek, thankful Drusilla gave him one last message before her spirit left for the eternal beyond. “Plus, they aren’t Childes… mostly lower minions made for Drusilla to play with. Don’t think any of them are going to bother you.” Buffy sighed in relief. The death of her Sire weighed heavily on her demon. She was utterly grateful that Spike stepped in and helped her. She knew that his blood was what brought her back from the hazy place she was in. She still didn’t understand Drusilla’s mysterious dusting.

Spike let Buffy climb off his lap, excited by her eager feeding, but had no time to properly attend to it. He thought maybe William would drive and he could have his fun in the back seat with Buffy. Her pussy, a few degrees warmer than the rest of her was pure heaven to him. Her sweetened juices would run with just one look from him. Happy with his new Childe; Spike swaggered to get the remaining things from the hotel. William moved towards the driver’s seat, knowing that Spike would once again take Buffy in the back seat. Buffy headed for the backseat, knowing Spike either would join her or sit in the passenger side of the car. Spike watched his family go towards the car, anxious for them to arrive home. The three clamored back into the Desoto, on their final leg back to New York City.

a/n: So... that's part 1. I took a long break over the summer and now I am back with writing part 2. I have 2 chapters done and one on it's way.... hope you are enjoying it. I'd like to clarify... any sexual realation between william and spike will be strictly implied and not described. I am not a slash writer. Thank you for reading and reviewing

Chapter 24
A month after Spike, Buffy, and William arrive back in New York.

A flash of lightning illuminated the dark sky as it rippled and cracked across the stormy veil. Revealed by a bolt of lightning, two figures writhed on a bed with unbridled passion as they spiraled toward nirvana. Their harsh breathing erupted, matching the sound of water pouring down from the heavens. The smell of burnt air filtered through the room, cloaking the scent of lust and blood.

The female figure’s hands were tied to the bed with black leather straps. Her fingers grasped the fabric as she strained against her bonds to get closer to him. Her breasts lay soft against her chest as he desperately moved inside her to gain his satisfaction. Her skin glowed in the storm’s light as she pushed her body against his.

Growling, his hips rose away from her greedy, dripping sex. Sharp, claw like fingernails raked down the seemingly perfect skin as he plunged his cock back into her wanton body. “Take it all in,” a low growl filtered through the patter of the rain against the windows, “You know you want to dance,” pushing hard against her hips, the male pounded down fiercely. Another crack from the electrical storm illuminated the room, casting eerie disfigured shadows among the figures inside.

“Oh, God,” the woman groaned as she spread her legs farther apart. The velvety skin of her inner thighs trembled with need as her legs eased their vice grip around his slender hips. His hands sensually caressed the skin of her legs before roughly attaching to the back of her knees.

Without losing his punishing rhythm, the man pushed her legs down to the mattress, her muscles protesting. Long claws pierced into her flesh, holding her open as he pistonned in and out of her. Barely interrupting the rhythm, he pulled out of her swollen pussy, only to position his heavy cock against her anus. Savagely pushing through the protesting tight ring of muscle, he renewed his rigorous rhythm.

Her fingernails bit into the scrap of leather holding her to the large wrought iron headboard as she gritted her teeth against the new invasion. She lifted her head off the bed to look down at their joined bodies; giving up once she realized that curling her body up did not feel good.

Straining for release, she tried to position her body so his skin would rub against her dripping core, only to have his hands push down harder on her legs. Giving up on her pleasure, she watched as he continued to abuse her anus. Sucking in a deep breath, she felt his cock grow harder as it pounded against her inner walls. She concentrated on her muscles now, squeezing them together as his cock thrust in and out nearing his completion. Inside, she felt cool spurts of his ejaculation as he roared out his release.

~*~*~
Buffy opened her eyes to greet the graying dusk. Her arms were no longer bound to the bed frame; the only evidence of her bondage was a slight pinking of her abraded skin along her wrist. Stretching, she grimaced at her sore and uncomfortable muscles. She looked around the room; it was empty save her and the bed. The storm must have blown over, leaving her new Sire to attend to his duties. She took his pleasure and pain during the day, absorbing it like a sponge, learning every nuance. Moving carefully, Buffy scooted off the large bed. She took the silk bathrobe Spike must have left in the room for her and padded barefoot over to the door. Stepping out, she checked to see if any minions lingered about.

Buffy learned early on that she was seen as property among the clan, owned by Spike and capable to be used against him. The first night Spike brought her home was an eye opener. Squabbles among the different factions of the minions broke out during his absence, leaving chaos to rule the clan. Standing on a long practice of pomp and circumstance, Spike initiated the first of many bloody battles with the minions. Vampire tradition dictated that he needed to reassert the family hierarchy through domination or death.

Buffy sat on Spike’s lap, a princess among thieves, as she watched minion after minion try to rip apart their adversaries. Oddly aroused by watching the bloodbath in front of her, she spent most of the time in a lust-induced state, grinding against Spike’s leg in an effort to alleviate her discomfort. She felt entranced by the scent of hatred and vengeance in the room; it ruled her senses.

Twin amber irises alit her eyes as she fell rapt with the savagery of the minions. Whispers of her potential power and violence filtered through her mind, seducing her into an uninhibited wanton state. William was missing from her memory during the first night; his scent disappearing quickly after the gauntlet was set down by Spike. She hadn’t paid attention to the party guests after the smell of blood was first drawn. By the end of the night, Spike had successfully regained control of the clan and created a new pecking order. His battles were fierce and bloody, peppered with the distraction of others going after Buffy as she sat on his throne. Without much effort, he was back on top with the quick death of his serious challengers.

She remembered that night fondly. Barely a week later, Buffy woke up in Spike’s bedroom. The smell of her true Sire surrounded her, teasing her demon. It awakened something curious deep inside Buffy, taunting her. She walked over to the bureau naked and started to open the drawers. Precious jewels aligned the top drawer. They blinded the young vampire with their brilliance and shine. Moving down in the drawers, she found the dresses of her Sire. She sat down on the floor, her body collapsing as she touched the belongings. A small porcelain doll lay on top of the clothes, her dead eyes shining up from the white clay. She cradled the doll close to her heart, patting her back and then set the doll back in the drawer. Buffy touched the rich velvet and silk clothes that adorned the drawer. She held the cool silk up against her cheek, inhaling the delicious scent that lingered on the fabric.

“Get out,” a low growl startled her and pierced her flesh as it wrapped around her bones with an icy chill.

Startled, the fabric she was holding fell to the ground. Quickly standing up, she didn’t have time to brace herself against the first blow. Her jaw felt like it was crushed as she fell back against the bureau. Spike stood above her, his jaw tense and his eyes yellow with anger. He grabbed her upper arms, his grip punishing, and picked up her small form to throw it away from the bureau. She stumbled along the bed until she hit the cold, hard floor. He stalked closer, anger flowing off him in waves. She tried to block his punches and kicks, only to find her body helplessly weak against the Master Vampire.

“Don’t ever touch her things again.” He yelled at her as his punches reigned down on her, “You don’t get to touch her things.” Buffy felt like curling up into a ball and ignoring him until he stopped, but for some reason she couldn’t. She successfully blocked some of his punches, making him angrier. “You think you’re good enough for those dresses?” Her body was thrown across the room again, her blood poured out of her skin like a sieve as Spike’s claws tore through her skin. “You are disgusting!” He sneered, “Nothing.”

Through bloodied eyelashes, Buffy looked at Spike heaving for breath in the middle of the room. His demonic façade was still in place, but he seemed calmer. His eyes were looking over at the doll that Buffy found in the drawer. He staggered over to the bureau, tears in his eyes as his hands reached out to comfort the doll. He picked up the precious heirloom and held it close, “Miss Edith,” he sniffed at the doll. “Oh God, Dru!”

Buffy crawled toward the door, her bones cracking and resisting movement. Spike didn’t even pay attention to her retreating form. “Why?” She heard him roar as she exited the room. She flinched at the sound of things hitting the wall and shattering.

Trying to hurry to a safer place from the wrath of Spike, she crept along the floorboards, naked. She felt minions walking towards her. Knowing that she was in no shape to fight off the greedy minions, she sought cover. The lust and greed she witnessed earlier made her wary of anyone else in the clan. If they did find her weak and naked, she knew she would be taken advantaged of, used and abused. Finding a darken alcove hidden by a tapestry, she slithered her way into it.

Feeling her leg bones crack and groan from mistreatment, she successfully hid herself. Tears of despair rolled down her cheeks as she realized that Spike was correct. She was nothing and not worthy, for some unknown reason her presence killed her Sire. She wasn’t allowed to hunt with the rest of the family, stuck inside to feed off the dead corpses the minions brought in. Steeling herself up for the pain, she slowly rose up on her legs; she had to find blood to heal herself. Bones all ready knitted together in a rough patch job, but she needed blood to help. She extended her senses feeling around in her environment. Stepping out from her hiding place, Buffy quickly found garments in another room. Donning the oversized pair of jeans and plaid shirt, she covered up her naked body and let her instincts take over.

For the very first time, Buffy stepped out of the house she had known as home for the past week. The dewy, muddy smell of earth assaulted her. Closing her eyes and inhaling, she searched the air for more, a ribbon of life. Suddenly she felt like the world was closing in on her. The skitter of a death watch beetle against the cracked concrete flew through her eardrums, tapping against her skull. Acidic fumes from a passing car hit her nostrils, almost causing Buffy to gag with revulsion. She took a step off the property and then another staggering step. Raising her head up, she took more steps away from her virtual prison and explored the world with her new senses.

~*~*~
She was hiding in the dark; the smell of life surrounded her, enticing her to take a sip, to heal herself. She already picked out her victim from the canvas in front of her. She watched as he moved closer to her spot. Come to me she felt her mind reach out to him. Her victim’s height was less than average for a male, barely topping over her own shorter form. Sandy brown hair and glasses, he reminded her of William. She realized now that she should have gone to him instead of sneaking out of the house, but pain and humiliation kept her blind to reason until she was barely a half mile away and her brittle bones were threatening to re-break. The only option left was to find her meal, a real meal instead of the dead victims in the kitchen that she was forced to endure for practice sake.

She felt her victim come closer to the shadows; unaware of the danger hidden when she felt something else, a predator. Her back stiffened, she stood alert and aware of the danger coming her way. She didn’t have time to react to the ambush, only to change into her demonic visage for defense. She was wrestled to the ground, her body making a sickly thud on the wet sloppy mud.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Buffy looked up into the eyes of her attacker. “Little girl thinks she can hunt, eh?” She watched as his wrinkled face and teeth melted into a smoother surface. Hurt and pain were reflected in his eyes as they peered down at her body. Buffy struggled underneath him, bucking her hips. She ignored the pain in her back as she rolled from underneath him.

Spike pounced on top of her, “Shh,” he growled, his voice authoritative. She smelled liquor on his breath. “Not going to hurt you, little one.” She struggled against the hands binding her arms. His face dipped down to her shoulder, inhaling her scent slowly. “Got to say, love, you scared good old Willy half to death. Should have seen him scurrying about when he got home from hunting. What were you thinking?” He drew her arms together and held onto her wrists with one powerful hand, “Leaving the house, smelling the way you do?” His lips ghosted against her skin, “Bloody calling card, ‘Turned slayer, injured: come and get me’,” Spike mocked, his blunt teeth biting against her skin.

Buffy inhaled sharply as the pain paralyzed her, afraid to move or talk. She watched his platinum head shift from one side of her neck to the other as he laved attention to her neck. His tongue licked and prodded against her as he spoke, leaving conflicted feelings in her mind, “You miss her,” he said softly, releasing her arms as he sat up to straddle her waist “You feel her, don’t you? Her blood is flowing within your veins, inside you,” his fingers brushed up against her jugular, pausing. “You didn’t know her, though? Barely turned before she evaporated into dust?” Buffy nodded solemnly. His fingers threaded through her hair, “She gave you to me,” he paused in thought. “One last gift, she told me.”

Buffy saw the tears in his eyes, the emotion he fought so hard to control. Her hand rose, she wasn’t sure what she was doing, but she saw him in pain and his sorrow, and she craved to give him something. Cupping his cheek, she smiled in understanding. “I know,” she whispered.

~*~*~

Minutes later…
“Stop it,” she wriggled around again, her mood now dramatically changed. Spike’s touches turned softer than night. Almost gentle. He held her close as they searched for her first live human prey.

“Shh,” he chided, “Which one do you want?” he whispered sensually. When she touched him softly on his cheek, he realized that the future would be all right even without Drusilla. It was if a light bulb went off in his head, he finally understood Buffy’s place.

“That one,” she whispered, pointing to her earlier intended.

“He’s all scrawny and shit, Slayer.” Spike mocked her choice. “How about that one?” He pointed over to another student, big and burley. “He’d make one fine minion, pet.”

“No!” Buffy pouted. “I want that one,” she insisted. “He’s smallish and I think I can take him even with my broken legs.”

“Hey,” Spike took offense. “I was angry, you were touching her…”

“I know.” Buffy looked down at the ground, “I’m sorry.”

“Shh, don’t pout, little girl.” He whispered, “Let’s get something to eat, shall we?”

Buffy nodded and followed Spike out of the shadows and onto the campus quad. Students milled around the campus coffee shop as they studied and socialized. Breaking off from Spike, she headed towards her victim. “Hi!” she waved at the studious looking man. “Mind if I sit down? There aren’t many seats available.” The boy looked up at Buffy’s scruffy, oversized clothes and the mud marring her face.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” he supplied and looked down at his book.

“Hi! I’m…” she faltered with her name. If she gave her real name, would anyone recognize it as a missing student? “I’m Buffy,” she said. Putting on her best flirtatious smile, she winked at the boy, hoping that he would see through the mud and grime.

“Michael,” the boy muttered and then smiled. He set his books aside and glanced at Buffy’s face. “Haven’t seen you around these parts, Buffy.”

Buffy smiled and looked around she noticed Spike’s white head inside the coffee shop watching her. “It’s so crowded and loud to study,” she supplied, “I usually study down the street, it’s quieter.”

“Really?” Michael asked, “Well, why don’t you show me this quiet spot you have and maybe we’ll see each other again.”

“It’s right down the street,” Buffy motioned into the shadows. “About a block or two.” Michael gathered up his books and stood up. Grinning, Buffy walked beside her victim, the scent of arousal and blood pumping through his veins.

~*~*~
As Buffy walked down the hallway towards her small chambers, she thought back to her first fresh bite into Michael. The smell of rotting garbage and urine filled her nostrils right before she smelled his fear. It intoxicated her. His eyes widened in disbelief when he felt her teeth embed themselves in his neck, latching on to the cords and muscles, quickly draining his life force. He didn’t even see her face shift out of human form; he was too busy trying to kiss her in the shadowy alley.

The crimson liquid splashed against her tongue and throat as she held onto his body. He tasted of disbelief and humiliation as she started to drain him. He couldn’t even scream for help before Buffy disabled his voice box. She crushed his windpipe with her hands, leaving him helpless to be anything but her meal. Tangy and coppery, he smelled like heaven. Feelings that seemed to be dull now exploded in her body. Love and hate. Sorrow and passion. Regrets. It hit her with a force of a hurricane. Human emotion draining from him and into her, she felt her body feeding on it. She felt herself grow stronger, felt the blood as it poured inside her. She felt Spike approach, felt his proud swagger as he neared.

“That’s it,” he whispered as he stepped behind Buffy. “Drink it all down.” His hand stroked her golden mane, “That’s my girl, can you taste the fear in his blood? Makes it all the sweeter doesn’t it, pet” she felt so inspired by Spike’s words so she sucked on Michael’s neck harder. Acceptance of his death reigned in Buffy’s mind, victory for her demon. “Oh yes,” she felt Spike’s arousal poking her in the back. His fingers trailed down her head and on to her neck, kneading her muscles. “Harder,” he encouraged, “Smell the pain in the air!” Her bite became fiercer, drawing in the last of his blood. “Do you smell it love? Death... isn’t it intoxicating?”

Buffy dropped the dead body onto the streets, leaving the corpse to the rats and the cockroaches to maul over until the first light of dawn. She moaned as she twisted in his arms. Her lips tingled with fresh blood in her system, “I feel wonderful,” she smiled.

“Come here,” Spike rasped through his demonic incisors. He lifted her up in his arms, stretching her above his head as he propped her up against the brick wall. She wrapped her legs around him as her body descended. “And give me a kiss.”

a/n: Sorry for the delay in updates. I went out of town and just couldn't get organized enough to post. As always please let me know what you think.

Chapter 25
The heavy curtains were drawn tightly against the windows in the living room. The big-screen television sat in the center of the room, pictures flickering on it, illuminating the darkness. A large, comfortable couch sat right in front of the entertainment center; two bodies were lying down covered with a blanket and cuddling.

One decidedly male and the other female.

A soft, dulcet giggle came from the feminine figure as it snuggled closer to the other one. A low groan vibrated through the room as she twisted her body towards the male. Tiny moans of pleasure escaped them both as they fell into a world all their own.

She looked up into his adoring blue eyes and sighed, closing hers to the tender look he gave her as she pressed her lips to his. They explored each other’s mouths slowly as they had all the time in the world. He gripped her waist, bringing it closer to his groin. Gently writhing against each other, he lifted her body and slid underneath her. Her knees rose to grip his hips as they humped.

“Oh, God!” She moaned through short puffs of needless air.

Lit by the soft glow of the television, they rocked back and forth with each other. Her neck arched as he nibbled her throat, his blunt teeth careful not to break her delicate skin. His tongue moved over previous marks marring her neck, eliciting a squeal of excitement from her. His cock strained against the zipper of his jeans, the metal biting into the smooth skin as they dry-humped each other.

His protest stayed on his kiss-swollen lips as she lifted her head and shoulders, rising above him to straddle him. Her hands stilled him by lightly pressing down on his collarbone. “Shh,” she whispered in a sulty voice. Her hands stroked down the plains of his chest, her touch licking at the fire of lust held within. Her fingertips moved down to his stomach, scratching him through the material of his t-shirt causing him to arch with need.

Her fingers danced up her splayed thighs, moving enticingly over her clothes. She grabbed the hem of her shirt with both hands, drawing it up her torso. Her smooth skin became visible inch by inch. Holding his needless breath, he watched as she lifted her arms above her head, flinging the garment into the air. With hooded eyes, she looked down at him and moved her shoulders, causing her unsupported breasts to bounce lightly. Her arms crossed over her chest, her hands cupping her shoulders. He watched, entranced as her hands moved slowly down her body. Her fingers grazed against the swell of her breasts. Desire flamed inside him as she pinched her areolas. She smiled down at him, quite aware of his predicament.

He felt like a coiled spring ready to be engaged, his energy pounding away while his heart lay still in his chest. He watched as she slipped into her demonic visage, her eyes turning into deep amber pools and her skin distorting into ridges. Her hips moved front to back, grinding down on his arousal. He growled as he shifted into his demonic face, desire controlling his brain as she moved faster. His hands rested along her thighs, his fingers kneading the flesh covered by her pants. She pushed her groin down harder against his waist, causing him to inhale sharply.

“Buffy,” his labored voice echoed in the room. She bent down, her tongue snaking out to lick his neck. Her hands gripped his shirt, tugging at the offending material. Nails sliced through the cotton shirt like melted butter; her need too great to control. His hands moved from her thighs, trailing up to her bare back. Her fangs grazed his jugular, breaking his flesh open for her enjoyment. Her tongue eagerly lapped up the crimson liquid that started to well at the surface of his neck. The muscles in his fingers convulsed, grabbing onto her skin as her tongue lapped at his skin.

She sat up, still grinding down on him. Her hands moved quickly to pull his shirt from the waistband of his pants. Once they were both shirtless, their hands moved quickly, exploring each other into a frenzied foreplay. His hands moved to rest on her hips, his fingers splayed towards her back, holding her close to his chest. Her soft breasts rubbed deliciously against his hard chest. Her lips searched against his salty skin for their destination. Their mouths melded together, both bodies straining for more.

He held her close, hands roaming over her back and trailing along her waist. Her legs straightened, moving down to entwine with his as they furiously made out. Her hands moved down to his pants zipper and flung it down its track. She grasped his erection without preamble, squeezing drops of pre-cum from the tip. Inhaling sharply as his body tensed, he laid still until the danger of impending orgasm passed. Her lips barely parted with his, as she whispered, “I want to feel you inside me.”

Her breathy request hit his ears immediately, causing him to go into action. His mouth sought hers again, plying her with passion and love. With his hands firmly holding onto her, he shifted their bodies so they lay facing each other.

When she was pressed against the back of the couch his fingers moved to her pants fastenings, freeing her body. They both kicked and pushed the rest of the clothing off, leaving them wanting and needing. Their lips separated, each pulling back to look at the other. He balanced on his side at the edge of the cushion as she fell back into the couch.

Her eyes bored into his, they were both breathing hard but their bodies were still. She moved first, her leg hooked over his hip, opening her dripping sex to him. They moved together, lips landed on lips, teeth scraping together as their lower bodies twined. His hips surged against hers driving his cock into her core. He moved above her, driving her into the depths of the cushions, pulling out and pushing into her. She sobbed into his mouth, grateful to feel him moving inside her.

His hips thrust forward with velocity, his demon at the forefront. He smelled the sweet scent of her blood calling to him. It smelled like home. Blinking, he pushed away the violence that tried to seduce him.

His face melted back becoming smooth, his lips soft as he kissed her. He slowed his hips, moving them gentler against her. Her body reacted, muscles relaxed as her own demon retreated beneath her human guise. He heard her moan against his neck, her lips working furiously, kissing and licking at his skin. Her legs cradled his hips, helping him move in and out of her.

She cried out as she felt her orgasm overtake her, her voice hoarse and lusty. He felt her muscles contract around his cock just as his own impending orgasm hit him. Grinding his teeth together, he pushed deep inside her womb as he flooded her with his cold semen.

~*~*~

Days after their arrival in New York…

William watched Buffy from the staircase, moving with grace and power with her hair tied neatly at the nape of her neck. She was walking in the upstairs hallway, studying the art that adorned the walls. With her hands clasped behind her back and her head cocked to the right, she looked like an average college student, only she wasn’t.

At least she wasn’t anymore.

William regretted that she would never walk down the long carpet to receive her diploma. Or, listen to the countless speeches made by unknown celebrities congratulating her class on the accomplishment of completing college.

It had been days since they arrived back to the house and the subsequent uprising of the minions and lower Childer. Spike kept her in his room for the next two days, sating his beast and hunger with her flesh. William heard his possessive growls and her shrieks through the door, jealousy biting its way into his heart. Buffy found him soon after she was released from Spike’s room, needing reassurance from him.

It wasn’t so bad, William thought as he watched Buffy browse through the hallway that afternoon. He knew Spike didn’t have her heart. He was incapable of holding it, still too distraught over Drusilla’s demise. The brutality that Spike bestowed upon her, the rigid teachings that a fledgling must go through to learn and to respect their Sire was almost too much to watch. However, William stood in the shadows, watching her, watching them; unable and unwilling to abandon her.

Scratches still marred Buffy’s neck, William noticed as she turned to look at another piece of art. He clenched his jaw in frustration. She shouldn’t be hurt. If she belonged to him, and only him, she wouldn’t be hurt. He’d find another way to ensure her survival in the Demon World.

Buffy turned, hearing William’s growl at the top of the staircase, “William!” She smiled, her eyes glittering with hope. She walked quickly towards him, her arms swinging to her side. “Hey you!”

William pushed his thoughts away and smiled at Buffy, his arms opened for her to walk into his embrace. “Hey.” He inhaled her scent, noticing that it was sans Spike. “What are you doing up so early?”

“Oh.” She bowed her head. “Spike had business, or something I suppose; he told me to explore while the minions were still sleeping the big sleep.”

“Spike left you alone today? When did he leave?” William couldn’t believe that Spike would leave her alone; he’d been protective of her, refusing to leave her side for more than a good hunt or family business.

“Before sun up,” she smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. “Spent most of the day in front of the television. Now I remember that daytime T.V. sucks.”

William chuckled and nodded, “Why do you think we sleep during the day?” Carefully he pushed her away. “Why didn’t you come to me?”

“Oh,” she said apologetically, “I didn’t know where your room was…” she trailed off, breaking eye contact. “I haven’t been able to explore much.”

“I know, here, let me show you. Right here,” William opened his door, revealing a dark blue room. The full bed was in the center, covered by a deep blue comforter, pillows piled on top.

Her eyes widened, “It looks so comfortable!”

William was glad Buffy liked his room, “Give it a try out.”

Buffy smiled and started to run towards the bed, at the last moment she jumped up, landing on her knees, with the comforter pillowing around her body. She looked over at William. “It reminds me of your old room.”

“Really?” William asked, looking around at the deep blue walls. He didn’t think about his human life anymore. It was pointless, after the first year. No family left, except the girl currently sitting on his bed wearing a huge smile on her face.

“Yep,” she continued, “I remember we painted your ceiling this color because you wanted a skylight and your mom wouldn’t let you have it. She insisted the neighbors upstairs wouldn’t like a hole in their floor.”

“I remember.” He sat down on the bed. “She was really angry and made us paint it back to white.”

Buffy giggled and wiggled down, laying her head against one of his pillows. “She said that the Super would get angry if he saw it.” William noticed she buried her face in the pillow, inhaling his scent.

“Yeah.” William followed suit, lying next to her. “She made me paint it three more times before we moved.” Her hand reached for his, entwining their fingers.

“Really?” Buffy yawned, “We really did a great job then.” Her eyes fluttered closed, sleep overtaking her.

“That we did.” William watched her fall asleep, content to doze off holding her hand.

~*~*~

The night that Buffy ran away….

William walked into the house, refreshed by his recent feeding and immediately sensed something was wrong. Minions licked their lips with anticipation as William passed; their demons visible and anxious.

Shifting into his vampire visage, William sniffed at the air. Gasping at the heavy scent of Buffy’s blood hanging in the air, William tore through the house. He tracked Buffy’s scent from the front door back to Spike’s room. It hung heavy in the hallway, her blood was smeared along the walls and carpet.

Without thought, William barged into Spike’s room, intent on finding the source of Buffy’s injuries. He heard a loud growl emanating across the room. Spike stood proud and naked before him, covered in what looked like blood and holding one of Drusilla’s dresses. William growled back, his demon knowing that the blood coating Spike belonged to Buffy. “Get out,” Spike growled.

“What did you do with her?” William snarled as he walked inside the room, uncaring of what Spike may do to him. Concern for Buffy overwhelmed him.

“Punished.” Spike dropped Drusilla’s gown as he stalked towards William. “Get out boy, you don’t belong here.”

“What did you do to her?” William asked again, his demon warning him of danger, but his body refusing to heed the call.

“She deserved to be punished,” Spike came closer, “Not going to warn you again, Willy.”

“What’d she do?” William stood his ground, “You’re covered in her blood.”

“Shut up and get out,” Spike spat out.

Changing tactics, William looked over at the dresser that held Drusilla’s belongings. “What would she think, Spike, huh? Are you taking care of her Childe like she asked? Or, does she want you to beat and rape Buffy?”

“You don’t know what you are talking about, mate. She had no right to go through Dru’s things.” Spike gritted his teeth.

“Really? I guess I don’t know. I don’t know about how Buffy grieves for her Sire. Her true Sire! She feels Drusilla, don’t you get it? Dru floats in Buffy’s veins, connecting us all together and Buffy doesn’t understand it all. She can’t. She was looking for a connection with Dru.”

“What do you mean?” Spike growled, his demon still enraged over the fledglings actions.

“She’s hasn’t felt it, not like how we did. Those first nights with Drusilla, resting our heads against her bosom. Feeling her fingers run through our hair.” William paused. “She’s had what? Torture at the hands of Angel, forced to drink pig blood, god knows how many soul spells thrown on her, all failed, then what? We come in, saving the day, carting her off to feed on rancid bags of blood so we don’t have to take time to hunt? Then we get here and what? Fight the minions off because she’s considered a consort and not a Childe?”

“She’s a Childe,” Spike spoke through clenched teeth.

“Really?” William was confident that Spike would not attack, “She knows how to hunt? Feed? Have they seen her in any position other than under you?”

“Shut your gob!” Spike yelled.

“You know it’s true!” William pressed on, “Sooner or later she’s going to be taken away because she isn’t your Childe.”

“Shut up!” Spike yelled. His face melted into human form, a look of dread crossed his face as he finally understood his new Childe. “Oh, God!”

Spike stumbled away from William, his mind filled with thoughts of Buffy, her face broken. He grabbed his black jeans and t-shirt. The longer he took dressing, the more distraught Spike felt. His demon came back to the forefront, a series of growls and grunts reverberated inside the room.

“Stay here,” Spike told William as he walked out the front door. He stopped just a few feet from the door, sniffing the air and cursing. “I’ll find her.”

William glared at Spike. “You’d better.”

~*~*~

Present:

William opened his eyes, his thoughts jarring him awake. Buffy was naked, laying on his chest still unconscious. Her nose twitched in the cool air as they snuggled on the couch.

The past month seemed to fly by for him. The tension was alleviated from the family when Spike came back with Buffy last week. She was bouncing with energy from her first kill. Spike stood back as Drusilla’s other Childer greeted her into the fold, a proud smile on his face. The minions watched from the shadows and doorways as Spike invited William to the celebration, leaving no doubt that Buffy was not just a consort for Spike’s pleasure.

William sighed, that night was nice. He had held Buffy’s hand as she told him of her hunt, excited to relive the intimacy of the bite and the feelings that fresh human blood invoked in her. Later that night William overheard some of Drusilla’s older Childer talking quietly about the new toy of the Master. William gritted his teeth as they made comments about her and the potential danger she could bring against the family. He wasn’t happy, far from it. Their apparent approval in front of Spike was just a ruse; they still looked down on her.

He looked down at Buffy, realizing that she was watching him. “Hi,” she murmured as she drew her finger through her hair, straightening her locks.

“Hey,” he whispered, not wanting to ruin the intimate setting of first waking up after making love.

“That was,” she paused, her breath puffed against his skin, “wonderful.”

William shifted out from underneath her to lie beside her, his hands caressing her soft skin. “It was.”

Buffy inhaled sharply, her eyes filling with lust. William smiled at her, his own desire flickering in his eyes. Buffy leaned closer, her eyes drifting shut as their mouths fused together once again.

a/n: Thank you all for reading and reviewing. It makes me excited to write more. I cannot stress enough that any sexual relationship between Spike and William will be implied and not described in much detail. I am not a slash author, sorry. I hope you do enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 26

Buffy’s POV

It’s strange, really. I never thought about life and death when I was alive.

I knew that my time was short and I should live it to the fullest extent. It was drilled into my brain from that very first night with Merrick. It’s a shame that I can barely remember what he looks like anymore. Too many faces have passed before my eyes to remember each one individually nowadays.

I can remember Giles’ glasses and Willows red hair, Xander’s greasy hair falling on his forehead and his shirts. I recall the smell of Angel’s cologne in the damp night air and his towering height. I remember the smell of my mother’s hair, the soft texture as I curled it around my fingers. Dawn’s doe eyes. Large and round. Nothing seems real anymore.

William.

I can’t believe that my William from all those years ago is lying next to me right now. He feels so tender and warm, but it’s impossible. He isn’t any warmer than I am. His lips are soft and full and they feel like paradise as he pulls my lips between his teeth. He looks at me with such intensity; I can’t help but close my eyes and enjoy it. Sometimes I feel that he can see deeper and I have to look away for fear that he can see something that the others can’t. Something I don’t want to admit.

I don’t want him to see that part of me. I wrap my arms around him, bringing our bodies closer and I can feel the soft plains of his body. I rub his nipples under his shirt and they pucker with excitement. I can sense the lust in his veins and I feel like I could feed off it. He’s never harsh, never demanding. I never knew it could be this way. And it really isn’t. I know. It’s an illusion I have. William can’t be this caring. He’s a vampire.

Like me.

I don’t think I can feel love. Not the human emotion, anyway. I’m not sure if I ever felt the head over heels love that is described in romance novels and the movies. I’ve felt the giddy infatuation. Young and indescribable with my heart beating fast and light, my lungs overfilled with oxygen until I felt like I could burst. I remember sitting up in my bedroom, quietly tracing over our names.

Angel and Buffy Together 4-eva.

That’s what you did when you had that type of crush in high school. Of course, everything was puppies and chocolate ice cream. We were meant to be. Forget the age difference or the fact that my life was destined to be short. Forget that he was a Vampire and me a Slayer.

I know now that we weren’t meant to be and we weren’t in love, or at least the not never-ending kind of love, it didn’t last. We discovered the curse on Angel’s soul after my 17th birthday, after it was gone.

It was shock to all of us, including Jenny Calendar, who turned out to be Janna of the Kalderash gypsy clan. She had been sent to ensure that the monster that killed the favorite daughter of her gypsy clan was being suitably punished with the curse of a soul. She never suspected that it would be lifted so easily, just one night and everything changed.

I’m not even clear on the fact if he was cursed with his human soul or if they took some random soul to curse him. I doubt it was his soul. After the curse was lifted, I read the passages in the Watcher’s Journals regarding Liam, the man that became the dreaded monster Angelus. He had been an alcoholic womanizer with no sense of responsibility.

I doubt the soul of that man could suitably be used to curse the demonic monster. I bet they took some holy man’s soul. They said Angelus had a penchant for the church; it would be apropos to curse him with the soul of one of his holier victims. Of course, I never asked Angel. Never. Not once did I ask him whose soul he had.

No one suspected that after one moment of the purest happiness, rapture even, Angel would turn back into the monstrous demon that he once was. Especially me, I never thought that the man I gave my virginity to, my love and my trust would wake up the next day intent on torturing me. He told me I made him feel human, that he hated to feel the emotions of a human. He scoffed at my tears and my heartbreak. I don’t remember much of that time, too sad and too tired to even think what was around the corner.

Wasn’t it ironic that the moment that he felt happiness, the leash of the soul would be lifted? All his suffering and attempts at redemption went down the drain, allowing the demon to reign freely. The gypsies had it wrong, I think. The curse should be that he would never feel happiness, that he would be cursed forever with the guilt of his misdeeds. Why would they build in a loophole that would release the demon?

After all was said and done, Angel literally went to Hell after his soul was returned and Jenny was dead. Giles was in mourning while my mother found out about the supernatural that surrounded us. I… well, let’s just say I took a breather from it all. Mom doesn’t like to talk about it; at least she didn’t want to talk about it when I finally came back to Sunnydale.

I guess we all learned something the summer I ran away. After some time I looked back and thanked god Kendra was there to take over the slaying duties associated with being on top of a Hellmouth. Who knows what could have happened to my mother during those months I was gone? Of course, it proved that I didn’t have to stay on the Hellmouth for it to be safe. I didn’t have to let my calling destroy my life.

I took the SATs and focused on school. Just like the perfect daughter Mom wanted me to be. It turned out that the Powers-that-Be sent Angel back to our dimension with his soul. I don’t want to go into that mess. I don’t even remember most of it, just vague feelings of disappointment directed at me. My SAT scores came back and surprise! I was sent away from the Hellmouth. School in New York would stretch my life expectancy. That’s what everyone said. And so… being the good Slayer, friend, and daughter… I left to live a life in New York.

~*~*~

Spike. He’s my Sire. Sire. That’s such a funny word. It boils down to families and bloodlines; the strong versus the weak. I never gave it any thought when I was a Slayer. Didn’t have to think in those terms. I never thought of much beyond my world when I was a Slayer. There was no point to pay attention to politics or life outside of the Hellmouth. I wouldn’t live long enough to use that knowledge. Even with the limited life span, life seemed strictly black and white.

Kill demons.

Now I am a demon.

I can sense Spike as he wakes in his bedchamber. He calls for me, wanting me. I must go to him. I can’t describe the pull. There isn’t a word or phrase that pops into my mind, but an all-encompassing drive to obey. I don’t even know what I’m doing until I’ve done it. He captivates me, causes me to bend to his every desire.

I’m standing in front of him now, naked and aroused as I watch him drain a human male. Blood trickles down the cow’s throat and onto his bare chest as he gasps for his lasts breaths. His body is beyond fighting now and accepts his fate. The smell of defeat and death fill my nostrils. It excites me. I crave Spike and the violence that he teaches me.

I see Spike’s cock swell with the new blood. He wants me. I can see it in his amber eyes, feel it in my bones. I take him into my mouth as he is finishing off his food. His growl fills the room as he bucks into my mouth, forcing my throat to take his length in. I submit as I’m compelled to do so; but I’m not sure if I do because I have to or if I want to anymore. I like him taking charge, forcing his will onto me. In the past I’ve always had to be in control.

I feel a war inside me, bubbling up to the surface. Do I have a soul? It seems like I should, but I don’t feel it. I’ve been asking myself what is a soul? When I was human, I thought I knew, but I’m not sure. Is it a conscience? I don’t have that anymore. I look at my food without distaste. They are my cows.

Is a soul some sort of spirit that inhabits my body while I am alive? Did it go into heaven when I was turned? Is it sitting with William’s, munching on popcorn as they gaze down on us? What happened to it when I drowned at the Master’s hand? I was dead; I remember Xander told me my heart stopped. I can still see the relieved look that crossed Angel’s face when my eyes reopened. And if I did die and it went to heaven: what happened to it when I was revived?

What is my demon? I can feel it, scratching under my skin like worms after a summer storm. I hear the seductive tones of it whispering in my brain. I know it is weak from traveling into my body from the underworld. I feel the pain and torture it endured while in damnation.

I hear Lucifer’s call in my blood, seeking me to go to hell.

It’s strange to feel something like a demon inhabiting my body. I never thought about Vampires as being a human damned with a demon. I don’t feel damned, though. My senses feel alive. The scents and sounds of the world are distasteful, I agree, but when I was alive… humanly alive I never realized how much I missed. I never felt more alive as I feel now.

What is a Slayer?

Giles once told me about the First Slayer. I probably didn’t hear half of the things he told me. She was an ordinary girl and the shaman of her tribe forced demon essence into her body, raping her of the humanity, stealing away her mortality so that they could live longer. I don’t feel different now. I still feel like a Slayer, only I don’t feel the need to destroy demons. I don’t know if I ever felt the need to destroy demons. I had to hunt; I remember the pull of the night. Life on the Hellmouth forced me into it. School, fighting, school, home life, fighting. It was what I did late at night when my mom was asleep. A never ending battle of good versus evil. It felt natural. I fought against it in New York, though.

At first, I couldn’t control it. I had to hunt. I went out to Central Park, walking along the paths and grass, just waiting for a predator to turn into my prey. The draw became weaker as time passed. No one was in my face encouraging me to uphold my calling. Studying, friends, and parties; they filled my time. Soon the urge to hunt left, leaving my energies focused elsewhere.

I feel the urge to hunt now, deep down in my gut, twisting around until I finally appease it. It calls for the blood and violence. I can’t help it. The pull to the dark is so strong and I can’t help but want to be here.

With them.

I have all these questions in my head, zooming around like fireflies. I see the synapses lighting up, sparking life to the next thought… but I always come back to the same question. Who am I?

Drusilla seemed to know something. I didn’t talk to her when we were fleeing from the house, I was too weak and we were moving too fast to have a serious discussion. I remember laughing and crying in the dirty store. I knew I was going to die. She held me to her breast, cooing at me like a child. I didn’t understand most of her ramblings, but for some reason I knew what would happen. I wasn’t scared like I thought would be. Maybe she put the big whammy on me; according to Giles she had the thrall ability. Of course, I now know.

She told me of the future. I don’t remember all of her words anymore. Doubt I heard them all during those excruciating hours waiting for my death. I remember her instructions to take care of Spike. He would need someone to help him along in his journey. He needed to see beyond his existence, to learn what it meant to be in a family.

She said William would stand by me, no matter what. He would learn to stand up and protect what was his. And that Daddy would serve his purpose in time. Most of it doesn’t make sense, I know.

I remember her saying goodbye. And Miss Edith. I remember the doll; she made me hold it as I arched my neck submissively to her mouth as she sunk her fangs into me. Her fingers massaged my scalp as she took deep pulls of my blood. I remember the orgasm that hit me soon after she started the process. I must have blacked out after my muscles stopped contracting because the next thing I remember is waking up in that damned box Angel stuck me in.

Not sure if it was Angel that did that to me. Putting me into a box and forcing me to break myself out sounds a bit like Angelus. He liked playing those games. I bet he buried his Childer extra deep so he could watch them, the sadistic freak. Come to think of it, I don’t know if Angelus turned any one other than Drusilla. Angel never wanted to talk about it. Maybe he thought if he told me I would realize he was a vampire or maybe he just didn’t want to accept it.

It seems silly now that I think about it. Of course he was a vampire. He wasn’t kidding any of us when he tried to push away his demonic nature. I remember bits and pieces of conversations with him, the fact that he didn’t want me to see his demonic face or watch him drink blood from a mug.

I chalked it up to the soul and being ashamed of it all. I don’t think it was that, though. I think he didn’t want to admit to himself that no matter what he did, he was still the demon that was cursed.

So here I sit now, in a private room Spike put aside for me. It doesn’t have much, not even a bed. I suppose I am supposed to share his bed. It is a clear message to everyone, including William.

I can tell William isn’t happy with Spike’s dominating ways. I notice him when we come in from the hunt. It’s a private affair, Spike said in the beginning, teaching the chase and the bite. William’s eyes look so sad when I come in after hunting with Spike. I don’t want to hurt him. Not like that. I’m not even sure what I feel for William. It’s not the same as it is with Spike. It’s… kinder, gentler. I want to sit next to William instead of being pulled behind Spike.

Drusilla claimed that I was William’s present; and that I would insure the family’s survival in the future. I don’t feel like his present… his gift. I’m not even sure how I’m supposed to save the family. I saw a couple of visions when I was sleeping the new vampire sleep. Just flashes and images now; I’m not even sure if it was my imagination or a true vision. I don’t want to think about it. It’s too terrible to even voice.

I don’t know if I want to save the family. I know, I know. Selfish. But I’m a demon now, I can be selfish. They’re awful. Not Spike or William… but them. I wasn’t allowed to wander the house the first couple of days. Too weak, Spike said. I don’t think that was the reason. I’m not saying that I didn’t enjoy the sex with Spike, far from it. I just don’t buy that I am too weak. I defended myself just fine a few weeks after we arrived.

It was day and Spike never came home. I spent the night with William, but he was asleep. I didn’t know anyone else was awake. I was sitting in the living room reading a dusty book about vampires when the group walked in. I recognized a few of them. They were part of the challengers to Spike when we first got home. At first I ignored them, hoping that I wouldn’t have to deal with them. But when the four surrounded me, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hide my head in the sand.

It started out with taunts about me. I knew what they were trying to do, and I refused to give it to them. I survived years at Sunnydale High School outside of the cool group, called a freak. So I kept up the pretence of reading.

Then the touching started. A hair pull here, and a graze of a hand there. I smelled their arousal and it disgusted me. The book flew out of my hands before I knew it. The largest of the minions tore it away. I stood up, ready to retrieve it when one of them grabbed my arms. I felt the muscles of my shoulder rip as he twisted my arms behind my back.

I barely gasped when their words flew at me. Whore. Slut. Ignoring them just made their taunts worse.

“What do you think, just because you share a bed with Spike that you are the Queen?”

“She knows just how to spread them, doesn’t she?”

“Going to get us all killed, there’s a reason why there aren’t any turned Slayers.”

“Let’s see if it’s worth it.”

I tried not to react, knowing that they wanted to dominate me and hear my cries. So I stayed compliant, hoping that they would underestimate me.

They pawed at my chest, squeezing my breasts and humping against my leg as they tried to undress me. I didn’t make it easy, mind you. I kept slack in the awkward embrace and curled my body enough so they had to struggle with zippers and buttons.

They taunted me, my demon. I wasn’t a true Childe. I killed my Sire. I didn’t have any position other than spread eagle on a bed. It infuriated me. I felt the call of their blood, of violence, but I maintained.

I waited until one of them had their pants down to their knees and his hand down my pants. The others were taunting, spread around the room. I had one chance to act and I couldn’t blow it.

Rule number 1 of the Missing Slayer Guide: Always carry a stake.

I guess I wasn’t the only one that didn’t receive the guide. With one strong yank of my arms, I was free. The grubby vampire with his hand down my pants didn’t know what was happening until he was dust. I twisted free from both of my capture’s grasps. I grabbed the stake that was hidden in the chair. I’m not sure if I was faster than normal or what… but the two that were touching me were now dusted.

I looked around the room at the remaining two minions. Their fear smelled divine. I knowingly shifted into my demonic face and growled.

It was funny. They started to back out of the room. Like I was going to let them live after calling me those names. Touching me. They were so wrong.

My demon still craved their deaths, but I knew that this would happen again. So I staked the one not near the door.

I waited a few minutes and straightened my clothes. In all honesty I wanted to cry and huddle in the corner, but I knew I couldn’t. I couldn’t rely on Spike or William to protect me. I had to prove my place.

So I waited in the hallway outside the minions rooms. Waiting for my chance. It didn’t take long. I heard the whispers through the walls. I successfully fought off an attack and dusted three of the attackers.

I hid in the hall soon after I heard the minions spread the rumor around. I waited and waited. Finally, the minion I allowed to get away came out to the hallway.

He was dust before his eyes adjusted to the difference in light.

I think about blood now. Every moment that I’m awake, I am aware of the blood around me. I even dream in crimson tones. I’m not sure if this is part of being a vampire.

Actually, I never thought demons could dream. Some say dreams are the brains way of organizing memories. Others say that dreams are your subconscious working out issues. Others… like Drusilla and I have prophetic dreams and they mean something different.

I always knew when I had a prophetic dream… the images were green. Strange, I know. But I learned to distinguish the Slayer dream versus just a normal one. I wonder if I will still get those. I would wake up with a start, panting with my heart pumping fast. If I do get one, I doubt I’ll wake up with my heart beating rapidly.

I dream of the hunt mostly, the dark game of cat and mouse. Last night I dreamt of hunting a faceless woman. I followed her down the street, her long blond hair bounced with every step. I stayed in the shadows as I stalked her.

She smelled of summer cucumber salad. I lick my lips with anticipation. I walk behind her and watch has her hips sensually move in time with her legs. She turns the corner and I’m right behind her. The street is dark and oppressive, the lights must be broken. She slows as she nears a building that I presume is her home. She’s fishing in her purse, trying to find her keys. I glance about, no one is watching. I become wet with the anticipation. I feel the bones in my face grind and move under my skin, my teeth are distorted into sharp fangs.

I grab her arm and I smell the rise of her fear. She struggles. My other hand grips her other shoulder and bring her body against mine. Her cries are silent in the dark street as she fights for freedom. I bury my nose in her hair, inhaling her scent. Such a lovely and intoxicating scent.

My fangs scrape along the back of her neck, nicking her skin. I lap up the small bead quickly, unwilling to let go of her struggling body. It tastes like warm ripe melons. I tighten my grip, bruising her flesh with my dominance. Lust drips down my whole body as I prepare to take her life. My arm winds around her throat, controlling and choking. Her struggles are renewed, but I’ve cut her air supply. I’m going to win.

My hips grind into her buttocks and my nipples are hard against her back. I sniff her neck and feel the blood pump underneath the delicate covering.

It calls to me.

My life and my salvation.

I find her jugular easily and my fangs slide into it. She is still fighting me, fighting what she has become.

My victim.

I pull on her blood quickly, wanting instant gratification. Her pulse rate rises with each deadly second, making it easier for me. I feel her muscles sag in my arms. She’s unconscious. My hand around her throat moves down to her waist and it tucks beneath her shirt. I can’t help myself as my nails trail a crimson line up her stomach. I pinch her nipple as I finish draining the blood from her body.

Sated, I let her body drop out of my arms. I stare down on her. Her shirt is disheveled and I see where my nails cut into her gut.

It’s beautiful.

I blink as my gaze wanders around her body. Her legs are bent underneath her and her breasts are still perky. I bend down to brush the blond hair out of her face.

I gasp in surprise. Staring back at me is… ME.

a/n: So this is it... the last chapter I have wrriten. Don't freak out... there's more... a lot more to be written. And, yes.... Spike and William do bond further into the story. The family dynamic is new to them and they are all trying to find their place.