Chapter 1
"Master Spike is looking for a new blood bank. I sure hope he picks me. He's so sexy for a vampire," the vapid blond female exclaimed with glee. She'd had her eye on Master Spike ever since she was promoted to her current worker position. Even under the circumstances she felt that she should have the best, and Master Spike was the best looking man or vampire she'd ever seen.
Buffy's head snapped in the direction of the blond girl's voice. The voice sounded so much like an acquaintance of hers that she checked to make sure that Harmony wasn't there. That was one complication she didn't need. As the Slayer, Buffy had deliberately avoided Spike. The less people who knew about her, the better. Her rescue mission was too important to risk detection by anyone in the facility, especially any Aurelians.
Buffy glanced up at the catwalk where the vampire in question stood, overseeing the workers. With a cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips, he was the perfect epitome of someone playing it cool. The rest of his facial expression countered the cool look with one of boredom though. It wasn't a good combination in a human or a vampire. A bored vampire could be very dangerous to those he oversaw.
Spike studied the slaves working beneath him. He sighed in boredom. There, he admitted it. He was bored. Overseer to slave workers wasn't his idea of fun. There was plenty of blood and sex, but it just wasn't the same without the hunt. Since starting this job, Spike had always kept one special worker for his own personal use, but even that was getting boring. Human females were fragile and unable to keep with his demands. Several centuries of unlife was beginning to wear on him. He needed a little bit of excitement in his days and nights.
"Chief!" Lawson called out. He motioned Spike over to the end of the catwalk, away from anywhere that could echo his voice down to the workers. "I found two piles of vampire dust by the entrance of Angelus' compound. We're not missing anybody. So, it must be a couple of his men. I cleaned it up, and it can't be traced back to us."
"Good work." Spike kept his eyes on the female workers. Lawson was efficient, but most of all Spike trusted him. If Lawson said he took care of the problem, he took care of it. His mind wandered back to his previous boredom. "Are there any that might suit my purposes?" He glanced over at his second in command.
"The small blond wench." Lawson pointed Buffy out to Spike. He knew the other blond near Buffy wanted the position, but he couldn't imagine Spike dealing with the vapid personality for more than a day. So, Buffy was his first choice. "She's proven herself a good worker. She's plenty strong and not much of a complainer. She says she's 21, which takes care of the legalities as well. Oh, she goes by the name Buffy."
"That's a stupid name," Spike muttered, but he couldn't hide that he was intrigued.
Lawson shrugged. "I didn't name her." He leaned in closer to Spike's ear. "A couple of Angelus' lackeys were here the other day scouting things out. So, you might want to get a hold of her before Angelus sees her."
"Approach her tomorrow before the shift starts." The wheels in Spike's head already turning with various litle things he had in mind to seduce the lucky woman. "Show her the standard contract, and make sure she signs."
"Gotcha, chief." Lawson hurried away.
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(Later the same night)
Buffy ran down the hallway as quietly as she could. When she turned the next corner, she paused to catch her breath and to remove her too noisy boots. The boots were hastily shoved in the nearby garbage shoot. She knew that her younger sister, Dawn, was a prisoner in Angelus' pleasure palace, but she was pretty sure that the vampire had captured her for her Keyness not for her body. At least that was what the Slayer's team hoped. She could hear Angelus' minions getting closer. So, she took a chance that whoever's quarters was behind the door at the end of the corridor wouldn't mind a visitor.
Spike's eyes popped open when the door to his quarters slid open and closed. He heard Angelus' minions shouting in the hallway. Inhaling deeply, he smelled sweat, power and the intoxicating scent of feminine musk. Spike reached over to turn on the bedside lamp. His intruder blinked in the sudden light.
Buffy heard the men following her pound on the door behind her. She blinked for a few seconds when the room's occupant turned on the light. Then, she recognized Spike, the shift overseer, and she made a split second decision. Buffy tore off her coat, followed by her shirt, and she tossed them to the side as she made her way to the bed.
Spike recognized his intruder to be the worker his second in command was going to procure for him in the morning. Before he could inquire what she was doing in his room, she straddled his lap. The heated apex of her thighs pressed snugly against his sheet covered cock. His hands automatically settled on her hips. Spike didn't resist when she pressed his face into her neck. It was what he was going to be asking of her anyway. Besides, if she was going to offer, he was going to take. He shifted into game face, and he sank his fangs into her flesh.
Oh, heavenly God! Spike growled when Buffy's powerful blood hit his tongue. It had been centuries since he had tasted Slayer blood, but it was something he had never forgotten. The fact that Angelus' guards were after her made the vampire think that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't a simple worker after all. If she was here to stake his grandsire, he wouldn't stand in the way. Sudden possessiveness hit Spike's system, followed by surprise. He hadn't felt that way for anyone or anything... Ever!
"Mine," Spike snarled into Buffy's skin. He pressed her closer to his burgeoning hard-on while she shuddered in sudden orgasmic release. The fact that she orgasmed from his bite alone thrilled him. Just wait until I really get going, he thought to himself.
The door slid open for a second time that night to reveal the searching minions. They were obviously nervous about going into Spike's room, but Angelus would dust them if they didn't check all possible locations for the intruder.
Spike pulled away from the Slayer's neck with his lips covered in her blood. He stared at the intruders with demon-yellow eyes. "Can't you see I'm busy," Spike snapped while the hand closest to the door glided up the Slayer's body to cup her breast. He twisted the nipple into a hardened point without removing his gaze from the frightened minions.
"Sorry, Master Spike, we didn't realize." The minions backed up slowly. They all knew that if they pissed the master vamp off there was a chance they wouldn't make it out of the room undusted. "There was an intruder in Master Angelus' compound. We think he or she ran this direction."
"You're welcome to check under the bed, but if I were you I'd make it fast," Spike said menacingly. "My patience is wearing thin." The quiet groan from the Slayer mobilized the minions faster than the master vamp's words.
"Of course not, sir. Sorry to have bothered you." Angelus' guards backed up out the door, letting it slide closed in front of them.
"They might be listening." Spike leaned in to whisper in Buffy's ear. "Better make it sound good. B'sides, you owe me for saving your pretty little hide."
Buffy simply nodded at the vampire's words. She had known the minute she made the decision to strip off her shirt and hop on his lap, that there would be a price to pay for her actions. Her Watcher had warned her about Spike. If there was one creature left alive in the universe that could identify a Slayer, it would be him. He was the only vampire to take on five Slayers by himself and live to tell the tale. Something about him called to her, and she was helpless against his sinister attraction. What he was doing to her body already felt heavenly. She laced her fingers through his hair, and she pulled his lips down to hers.
Spike pressed up more tightly against the Slayer's heated center. He could feel her dampness through her pants and the sheet that still covered his lower body. He cupped Buffy's breasts with both hands, and he used them to push her backwards. Spike settled himself between her parted thighs while he trailed his lips down her jaw line to her throat. He gently laved his bite mark with his rough tongue.
Buffy's breaths came in quick, brief pants, and she shivered under the onslaught of the vampire's mouth on her neck. His cool flesh pressed against her own heated skin felt so good, so right. Her hands left his hair, brushed over the back of his neck, and down his back to pull his hips closer to hers. She grumbled wordlessly in the back of her throat because of the fabric still in the way of what she really wanted.
"Bloody pants are in the way," Spike groused. He slid his hands down to Buffy's hips, and he proceeded use his sharp claws to rip her pants from waist to knees.
"Hey," Buffy protested half-heartedly, even as she helped Spike strip the ruined garment from her legs. "Now I'll be running around half naked."
"Better not, Slayer. I'll have to kill any male who sees you," Spike said with the promise of pain and blood in his voice. "I don't share what belongs to me."
"Me, either." Buffy had no idea where the actions came from when she pulled Spike's head to the side and sank her teeth into his flesh. "Mine." Maybe it was because he'd said the same thing to her a few minutes ago, and she wanted him to be hers as much as she was his. She felt driven by something deep within her to take him as her own in all ways. Whatever her initial reasons, her body sang with pleasure as his blood coated her tongue. It tasted rich and heady, not disgusting as she would have assumed it would be.
"Fuck!" Spike shouted. He thrust against the woman beneath him. He had felt her power increase ten-fold just before she laid into him with her teeth. The things he could accomplish with this woman by his side. "Wicked, wanton bitch!" He forced her face away from his neck, and he covered her lips with his. He never imagined his sleep would be interrupted with such acts, but he readily accepted everything she had to offer and more. He wanted her, and he wanted her now.
Buffy wiggled around until she felt the head of Spike's cock align with the opening of her pussy. She threw her legs around his waist, and she lifted her pelvis just enough that he started to slide inside. She placed her hands on his firm ass, and she used her Slayer strength to force his cock into her hot, tight sheath.
Spike's eyes crossed when he felt his dick sink into Buffy's pussy. It wasn't just her heat, because he had been with human women before, it was the strength of her inner muscles that made his pleasure more intense. She was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Considering his age, that was saying something. He was never letting her go. Spike didn't care that they had only just met, that they didn't know if they were compatible, or even why the hell she had been sneaking around Angleus' compound. He established the familiar rhythm of fucking a beautiful woman only to realize it was much more than that.
Oh, God, this was what was missing with Parker and Riley, Buffy thought. They were too fucking warm and gentle. She used Spike's hair to pull his mouth away from hers, and she stared up into his demon-yellow eyes. She had always wondered what was wrong with her. Faith had no problems with human males, but Buffy had found that they never fully satisfy her. Here, in this vampire's arms, with his body covering hers and his cock deep within her body, she discovered there was nothing wrong with her if she just had the right partner. She wondered what her Watcher would say when he found out.
Spike rolled over on his back. He urged Buffy to brace her hands against his shoulders and ride him while he played with her nipples. From her hesitation, he knew this was a new position for her. He resolved his thoughts for a later time to find out exactly how experienced she was.
Buffy's eyes fluttered shut with the overload of sensations. The firm feel of Spike's cool skin beneath her hands, the fullness of her pussy as she rode his cock, and the sharp pinches on her nipples shot tendrils of need down her body to where they were joined. Waves of pleasure washed through her and over her until she finally collapsed on top his chest.
Spike was unable to control his reaction to Buffy's orgasm. He prided himself on being able to outlast his human partners. He usually gave them pleasure till they practically passed out from it, but in the intensity of her orgasm he found himself gripping her hips tightly against his own while he emptied his cold seed inside her heated body. When she collapsed against him, Spike rubbed her back soothingly.
"Care to tell me how you're a Slayer when they died out two centuries ago?" Spike whispered in her ear. "I know this because I killed the last three in existence."
"Think I could have a few to catch my breath first? That was pretty intense." Buffy lifted her head to stare at the vampire. She wondered exactly how much of the story she should tell him. She was sure he wasn't in league with the Council of Watchers. Buffy decided to take a chance on the blond vampire; she could always use another ally.
Spike nodded his head. He caressed his fingers through Buffy's golden tendrils of hair. It felt so soft between his fingertips. He decided this was a good way to pass the time. He buried his face in hair and inhaled her scent deeply. I could get use to this.
"Ready for a history lesson?" After her breathing returned to normal, Buffy settled her chin on her hands, which were laced together across his chest.
Spike shrugged. There were a lot of things he'd rather be doing than talking, but he sensed it was important to hear the explanation for Buffy's presence in the universe. To his way of figuring, she shouldn't exist.
"During the time period you mentioned, several Watchers, including the original Rupert Giles, discovered that the Council was evil and corrupt. They removed the Slayer and all the potentials from the Council's influence. Then, they went into hiding."
"Original Rupert Giles?" Only a little ways in, and Spike was already getting confused.
"Yeah, my Watcher is his, however many there are, great-grandson." Buffy smiled softly. "His name is Rupert, too. Anyway, the original Rupert somehow manipulated the Slayer magic so that only the female children of the potentials in his group would be the next generation of potentials. It was from this group that all of the Slayers have been chosen from in the last two centuries."
"Council disbanded mid-21st century, luv," Spike said. He reached over to grab the pack of contraband cigarettes off the bedside table. He lit one, but he was careful not to blow any smoke into Buffy's face.
"They're not gone. Don't ever kid yourself." Buffy sighed. "They merely went underground, and after two centuries they still have been unable to break Rupert Giles' magic." She grinned a bit cheekily. "They didn't call him the Ripper for nothing."
"I see your point."
"Yeah, the Vampire Laws of 2105 was the Travers family's way to try and flush us out." Buffy rolled off Spike's chest but stayed close to his side. "In reality they just made things easier for us. Since vamps were citizens under the law, Slayers were able to hide their killings easier."
Spike pondered the information that Buffy had given him. Strangely enough it made perfect sense to him. He hid many of his activities directly under his grandsire's nose. The thought of Angelus brought another question to his mind. He reached over to crush out his cigarette before he asked his next question.
"Whatcha doin' wanderin' around Angelus' compound?" Spike rolled on his side to face the petite blond woman.
"He took my sister," Buffy half muttered, half growled. "I'm here to get her back."
"Alone? That's not very smart." Spike reached out to pull the Slayer closer. He threw one arm and one leg over her body, effectively trapping her against him. "Not sure 'm likin' the idea that Peaches has a potential in his clutches. If you died he might just have the next Slayer under his control."
"There are others in place." Buffy nibbled her lip while she considered again how much to tell this vampire. Rumors amongst the workers said he didn't care much for his grandsire, but would he be willing to go against his family even with the promise of power? Buffy decided to take the risk. She did mate with him after all, and that had to count for something. "Dawn isn't my sister exactly, and she's no potential. She's actually a Key that can tear down the walls between dimensions."
Spike growled when Buffy pulled away from him. She cupped his cheek for a moment before she hopped out of bed to get her jacket. She pulled a piece of paper out of a magically secreted pocket, and she handed it to him. Spike opened the paper to find an article from the New Los Angeles newspaper that reported the theft of a statue from the Sunnydale Museum of History. He recognized the name Sunnydale. It was where the largest, most active Earth Hellmouth was located. It was where his Sire, Drusilla, succumbed to garlic poisoning caused by a mob in Prague two centuries before.
"We have reason to believe that Angelus has that statue, Acathla." Buffy plopped down on the bed next to Spike. "Giles and Wes both say he's gonna use Dawn's blood to open it. I have to stop him."
"Open what exactly?"
"Hell." Buffy's answer was short and terse.
"That can't be good." Spike rolled over on his back to stare at the ceiling. While lost in thought, he finally lost his vampiric visage. He absentmindedly reached for the Slayer's hand, and he linked fingers with her. "I like the universe the way it is. Got plenty of pleasures still left to indulge in. B'sides, I kinda miss the hunt, and who better to hunt than another demon. More of a challenge that way. That it's old Angelus? Even better."
"You're gonna help me?" Buffy asked incredulously. This was better than she had hoped for!
"Sounds like more fun than I've had in decades." Spike pulled the Slayer close. He grasped the back of her head, and he growled against her lips. "But there's plenty of time for that in the morning, pet. Right now... I'm ready to fuck m'girl again."
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
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03/20/17 01:20 am
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