A Different Life

Buffy stared into her bathroom mirror, fingers tracing the lines on her face. Most of them were laugh wrinkles concentrated around her mouth, but then there were a few on her forehead as well. She traced them with her pinkie and immediately the cause of them came to her mind and people she had lost flashed in her mind. Anya, her mother Tara, Xander in that terrible car accident a year ago and then of course Spike. The man she’d thought she could never love, but never had been able to stop thinking about for over twenty years. My god. twenty years, she thought to herself.

They hadn’t been bad years. Most of them had been good. Even better than good at times. After Sunnydale had disappeared into the crater and she hadn’t been the One any longer, she had done her best to adjust to a normal life. Work. House. Dog. She had had all those things. Later she had had a husband, and of course children. She knew she wasn’t parental-material but at the time it had seemed as the best thing to do. Peter had wanted children and she hadn’t been able to come up with good reason why not. So Tara and Michael had been born and she had raised them as it was her duty to do. Tara had moved out on her sixteenth birthday, Michael had left for New York six months ago, leaving her and Peter alone in the big house.

She was now a forty year old housewife. But still strong and all though she’d given up patrolling years ago, she could still feel the strength curse through her, especially at night as she lay in her bed. Her muscles tensed in anticipation and she could feel the blood in her veins flow. Her heart rate sped up. But after a while, her body got tired and it was like it was accusing her for not using her birthright to execute the power.

She left the bathroom and walked through the dark corridor towards the bedroom. Peter’s side of the bed gaped empty, a note on the refrigerator telling her he had business down in San Diego to take care off and that he would be back tomorrow night. Buffy pulled her nightgown over her head, leaving her completely naked. Her body was no longer as trimmed and firm as it once had been. Her stomach was marred by a scar that had been done by no demon or vampire but by the surgeons that had raised Michael’s out of her womb. Her breasts were sagging a little from breast feeding her babies, and the skin under her arms was a bit flaccid.

She pulled the cover off the bed and lay down on the cool sheets. She spread her arms and legs into an angel like position. Her eyes drifted off to the window that held a view of the night sky through the glass. As usual the night called out to her but she ignored and waited for sleep. Her eyes focused on the stars, wondering if her dead loved ones were out there somewhere. She liked the thought of them being together. Xander and Anya together again, her mother baking cookies for Tara. All happy and smiling, still as young as she remembered them.

A breeze blew over her body, making her shiver. She closed her eyes. She opened them again when a cold hand clamped down over her mouth. She suddenly stared into a pair of dark blue eyes, eyes that in a split second sent her years back in time, to another place. She didn’t move, her brain trying desperately to start working again. No. It couldn’t be. What was going on?
“Don’t scream. Slayer.”
That little word and the voice that had uttered it jolted her back to life. The hand suddenly loosened its grip.
“Sp-Spike?”
“Yeah. It’s me.”
“Let go of me”
The hand disappeared completely. Buffy pulled up a sheet to cover her body and then turned back to the black clad creature on her bed.
“Who are you?”
The figure that looked like Spike narrowed it’s eyes.
“You know who I am, luv.”
When Buffy’s eyes only widened;
“Buffy. It’s me.”
“What do you want?”
“I’ve come for you”
“What do you mean?”
“You are coming with me. You belong with me.”
Buffy let out a dry laughter. “What?! Whoever you are, did you think I was just gonna leave with you?”
“Buffy” Spike leaned forward. “It’s me. Know it must be hard to understand pet , but I am here. I haven’t been able to come sooner. But I’m here now, an' I am here to take you away from here.”

Buffy got out off bed making sure the sheet covered her body. “Spike’s dead. I know this since I saw him die.” Her eyes flew over his body. Everything was the same, his hair, his scar, his eyes, his lips, his hands, even his crotch looked exactly as she remembered it. But it couldn’t be…or could it? “You did, didn’t you?” Spike stood up and in one move lost his black coat.
“I don’t usually wear it anymore. But I put it on for you.”
“Get out. You are not him.”
Spike’s fingers found his belt buckle.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t have time for this right now. I’ve waited too long for this. I’m gonna have you now.”
Buffy trembled. “No.”
“So you don’t want me?” He pulled his black tee over his head, his chest now bare.
“I…”
Spike chuckled. “Right.” He kicked of his shoes, his hands pulling his jeans down over his hips and then stepped put of them as they pooled on the floor. Buffy stared at his nude body; it looked exactly as it had so many years ago. Still hard, chiselled and glowing, perfectly proportioned.
“Come over here”
“No”. Buffy didn’t move.
“Now. I’m gonna fuck you.”
“I’m not…”
“What?” Spike’s eyes flashed with impatience.
“I’m not a vampire Spike. And I’m not twenty years old any longer.”
Spike’s eyes widened as if she had told him something absolutely incredulous.
“Buffy. Come her. Now!” His voice was now a growl.
“I’m not a girl anymore, as I’m sure you can see for yourself.”
The next second she was pressed up against the wall, only the thin white sheet separating her body from Spike’s. His free hand caressed her face then travelled down to the sheet. He tore it off her body.
“No!”
“Yes!”

Buffy’s body was now pressed between the wall and Spike. Her breasts flattened against his chest. His erection against her stomach. His face was in the crook of her head and she could hear him sniffing her, and the she heard him purr.
“Oh..”
Spike’s head shot up at that “Buffy.” He lifted her up and lay her down on the bed.
“On your knees.”
Buffy felt confused, but she couldn’t deny the voice that she had heard so many times in her dreams over the years. She did as she’d been told. Then he was inside her, making her cry out. She gripped the headboard, him pounding into her making the headboard banging against the wall. Hard. He had her hip in an iron grip and his fingers would definitely leave bruises. Buffy pressed her head into a pillow, screwing her eyes shut. Her mouth was open though and her screams echoed throughout every corner of the empty dark house. Bouncing against the wall were framed pictures of a smiling family with Buffy in the middle, always looking at something in the distance.

Buffy felt the scent from Peter’s hair on the pillow but didn’t feel any guilt. She reared back, meeting Spike’s thrusts that became more and more frantic, faster and deeper. Then she heard him let out a loud howl, like a wolf and felt his cum spurting out inside of her. That triggered her own orgasm and she sank down on the bed and felt Spike falling down on the bed with her. She started to drift off when she felt something against her butt. Was it possible.... Buffy lay on her side with Spike behind her. She felt how Spike lifted her leg and then slipped inside her again, but this time in the other place. She had never done it like that before.
“What..”
But he was already inside. Inside there. And oh..It felt sooo good. Buffy stretched her body, moving in time with his thrusts. Spike’s other hand moved up to her throat, taking it in a tight grip. It made her feel completely his.
“Oh yesssss”
“This is want you want?”
“God yes!”
“Tell me!”
“I…I want! Harder!” Spike obliged and her teeth clattered.
“I have wanted this for so long, baby. Thought about this every bleeding night. To have you. To be in you.”
“Oh!”
He pounded faster and his hand slid down to her clit, massaging it gently in time with his thrusts. Buffy and Spike screamed and they came together. Hours later Buffy awoke, feeling a tingling in her stomach. She opened her eyes and starred up into the sealing. Like every morning. But something was off. My god. She raised herself up on her arms.
“What?”
Then she remembered everything, her tired eyes helped her by providing her with an image of a platinum head moving up and down between her legs. She threw her head back and whimpered. His tongue licked her up and down in a slow rhythm.
“Ohhhhh”
Then he penetrated her with his tongue, again and again and again. When she came she felt as she was floating on a pink cloud. She drifted off again. Again she awoke, her brain this time clear. She looked around and saw that it had all ready started to get dark again. She really was getting old, her old stamina was gone. Spike was asleep next to her. Then it hit her.
“Oh god!”
Her eyes went to the clock radio on her nightstand. Peter would be home any moment.
“Spike!”
Spike moaned and opened his eyes. He smiled.
“Buffy…”
“You have to go”
“What?”
“You have to go. Peter is coming soon”
“Peter?” He growled. “Who’s Peter?”
Buffy grunted “You don’t know anything about me, do you? You stay away for twenty years and then just expect me to throw everything away when you decide to show up!?”
Spike eyes flashed yellow.” Decided? Well, pet. You don’t know anything about me either. I’ve spent the last twenty years in a bloody hell dimension. I fought with Angel and saved the bloody world – again! I was the only one that survived but I might just as well have died. I got caught in this….Oh never mind.” He jerked away from her and stood up. His voice now low and raspy. “I dreamed of being close to you again. To hold you. To love you.”
“Spike…”
“Buffy..” He turned towards her and his blue eyes stared into her brown. “Please come with me. Now.”
“I’m married.”
“Right…”
Buffy lost herself in his eyes. “I’m old”
“Not as old as I am, luv”
“You know what I mean” Of some reason she found herself whispering.
“I don’t bloody care about that!”
“I will get old and wrinkly and die”
“Then I’ll be by your side and be the last thing you´ll ever see.”
Buffy felt a shiver down her spine at his words. “I…” Both of them quieted as they heard the front door open.
“Buffy! Honey, I’m home!”
Buffy let out a whisper; “Peter”
Spike held out his hand. “Come with me. Please.” Buffy’s heart stopped for a second. “I can’t”
“Well, I’m not bloode leaving until you do.”
“Spike!”
“No.”
Their eyes met as they both heard footsteps in the staircase leading to the upper level.
“Leave now! Please Spike!”
The bedroom door opened. “Buffy…” Peter’s voice trailed off as he saw his wife sitting on their bed – naked – and a naked man standing next to it. “Buffy?”
“Peter….”
“What..what is this?” He looked from Buffy to Spike. “What’s going on?”
“I…”
“Is he hurting you?!” Peter flew towards Spike.
“No, Peter!”
Spike ducked and shoved him away. Peter landed on the floor.
“Don’t hurt him, Spike!”
“He bloody started it!”
Peter got to his feet and once again jumped Spike. This time Spike was caught off guard and Peter gave him a blow across the jaw. Spike immediately bounced back and gave Peter a blow to his stomach. Peter crumpled to the ground but still wouldn’t stay down. He was about to get up again when somebody held him down. “Buffy?”
“Just stay down. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Buffy bent down over Peter. “I’m so sorry. But I have to go now.” She kissed his forehead. Peter looked up at her. “What? Buffy?”
Buffy kissed his forhead. “Thanks for everything. There’s so much I haven’t told you, that you deserve to know. But it’s been…” Buffy shook her head.
Peter’s eyes went to the vampire that was looking anywhere but at them at the moment. “I knew…I always knew there was somebody else. Like a ghost in your brain.”
“I thought he was dead. But he's alive and I can’t …I can't loose him again. I’m so sorry. I love you Peter. Tell Tara and Michael that I love them.” Tears fell down her cheeks. She stood up and looked up at Spike.

Spike looked very solemn and watched her with wonder in his eyes as she walked up to him and took his hand in her. Without another word, the two creatures of the night exited the room through the window, only a breeze was felt in the dark room and then they were gone into the night.

The End